#like im still going to need glasses for the good eye but like. thats not a big deal

[feyburner]

This is part of a longer thing I may post on ao3 at some point but here’s some silly little Jaytim texting AU. I use this format as a writing warmup.

[Unknown] »

Hey. This is Jason. 

I have a favor to ask. You can say no.

« tim

uh

1. i’m aware of how favors work  

2. what is it?

« tim

?

« tim

hey are you like. good

J »

Yeah fine 

Sry. Rethinking this maybe

« tim

what, do you need a kidney or something?

i can’t give you a kidney.

i don’t have any organs to spare.

J »

What ? 

« tim

what’s the favor?

J »

I wouldn’t ask if it wasnt important

I’d ask Roy but hes in star city 

or Kori but shes off world

I tried dickhead but hes in haven. Cant get away tonight

« tim

yeah jason i get it lol

J »

So Im currently in the cargo hold of a private yacht

« tim

what >?

J »

We’re caught in the storm thats hitting the city its a whole thing. 

« tim

are you in the cargo hold of your own volition or did someone put you there

J »

So I dont think I can get back t

No its on purpose

« tim

hang on. you’re in gotham bay right now? in a boat?  

jason this storm is really bad.

it’s already sunk a houseboat and a fishing boat at the marina

J »

I dont think I can get back totown toni

Christ you type fast 

Shut up for a sec. Clam down

Clam*

*Calm fuck me

Thought I was gnna be back tonight but bc of storm its not looking great.

Can you feed my sourdough starter 

« tim

what

J »

4511 overhill apt 6D 

Key under the neighbors mat. 6H

« tim

hey to clarify. “its not looking great” ← what does that mean

J »

Starter is on counter. in glass jar 

Should just need one feeindg. Maybe 2. depending 

« tim

on???

J »

On wwhen I get back?

« tim

so you do plan on coming back

J »

Yeah timothy I’m in a boat not the heart of Mount Doom

« tim

yeah? vaders not there? so that means everything’s fine? 

J »

Did you

jst say Vader

As in Darth

« tim

??? 

J »

Oh my god

« tim

jason are you in peril or what.

J »

No im not in “peril” lol.

Did you see the thing I said about my sourddough starter

It needs to be fed

« tim

wtf is a sourdough starter

nvm i googled it

J »

Its a live bacteria colony you use to m 

Oh ok

Yeah so it just needs 50g lukewarm water + 50g flour

Theres a scale next to the jar

Stir until it looks like hummus

Put lid back on

The end

« tim

the internet says if you put it in the fridge it doesn’t need daily feedings

J »

Sure. But that would mess up my bread schedule

« tim

your bread schedule 

J »

Man are gyou gonna fuckin feed Breadie Mercury or should I find someone else

« tim

im already en route. 

J »

Oh

Ok

Thank you.

Wtf dont text and motorbike  

« tim

how about you dont text and Sinking Boat

J »

Hey its not like I’m gonna cause a boat crash

« tim

i was stopped at a red light 😐

anwyay i’m at your place.

1. why do you not have a security system. when you said key under the neighbor’s mat i thought you were joking. 

2. how warm is lukewarm

J »

1. I’m the security system

« tim

just rolled my eyes so hard it actually physically hurt

J »

God youre annoying

2. ? Its lukewarm

« tim

ohhhhh thanks! that’s so helpful :) here i am trying not to murder your incredibly important bacteria colony that i just drove across town for but no thats great jason very descriptive thanks :) 

J »

Like warm but not too wram, nothing you’d want to take a bath in

Can you fucking

I TYPE SLOW.

« tim

ok.

[Image Attached]

he is fed

J »

Thanks man.

Sincerely.

« tim

so hows the cargo hold going

still intact i assume? 

J »

Mostly ya

« tim

pardon? 

J »

Slight leakage. Nothing major

« tim

oh? are you a boatologist now? 

i dont think you’re qualified to judge that?

J »

Moving right past “boatologist” out of the goodness of my heart.

Chill lol. If it was rly bad thered probably be some sort of alar

Hm.

« tim

did an alarm just start going off

J »

Dont worry about it

« tim

im not. 

did it though

also which yacht? im in the marinas scheduling dtabase

blue miracle, serendipity, carp-e diem? which one

« tim

jason?

« tim

if this is a joke it’s not funny

oh cool you’re not on comms either. great.

hey if youre dead again and i just fed your stupid starter for nothing im gonna be soooo mad just fyi

« tim

ugh.

*

J »

Hey

Thanks again for the

I’m not gonna say “save” bc I was doinf just fine on my own.

But thanks for the backup.

Lmk when youre home

Nope sorry lol you dont have to do that.

Night.

« tim

home

J »

Also I just saw your messaages from

Ah. 👍

From earlier. 

« tim

you mean from when you said “huh, this boat seems to be filling with water” and then disappeared? those messages? 

J »

Those were not my exact words.

« tim

right. your exact words contained somehow even less information 

J »

Shut up

I just wanted to 

You know. Youre the only one who jokes about it

The only one in the family I mean

your family, I mean

The bats.

« tim

? 

the only one who jokes about what

J »

Me being dead

« tim

oh. 

ok. well

its not like. actually funny to me. i was just annoyed. sorry i guess

J »

No thats not 

Tim. Shut up.

I dont mind. I like that one of you does. 

Its better than people talking around it. Like its this big shameful thing I did.

One of many

If I mention it in front of dickhead he does the face

the :~{ face

« tim

wow its uncanny

uh. for the record. 

i don’t think that’s the reason people talk around it

if im correct in thinking that by “people” you mean “one specific person whose name rhymes with Rat Can” 

 

J »

Yeah well

I just

Christ never mind. Im sorry. You are not the person to be sayign this to.

Im gonna shut the fuck up I think. 

Goodnight.

« tim

oh what, you can’t talk to me about being dead bc of that one time you tried to kill me? 

and failed btw :/ 

J »

Tim

Not to be so unchill

But you know how me being dead isnt actaully funny to you

« tim

…got it. sorry

J »

No. don’t apologize to me

Ever

I’m serious 

« tim

like for anything? 

what if i killed breadie mercury 

J »

You didnt. He is thriving

« tim

he is?

wait. really?

you can tell?

J »

[Image Attached]

Hes doubled in size since you fed him.

« tim

whoa

J »

Yup. Thanks again for thattoo.

*that too

Its stupid but hes kinda my son.

« tim

wouldn’t he technically be like, 10 billion sons

J »

He is my 10 billion sons.

« tim

lolol

wow. why am i so pleased hes thriving lol 

J »

Right

« tim

jeez

i was so worried about the water temp

google said lukewarm is 98-105 so i did 98 to be safe

J »

You used a thermometer? 

« tim

your instructions were vague!

i didnt want to kill your bacteria colony!

J »

Thanks Tim.

« tim

? you already said that lol

i gotta pass out btw

glad you didnt die: the sequel in a yacht

that would have been so cringe

night jason

J »

Night

*

J »

You up?

« tim

obviously

why

J »

Could use your eyes on something.

[Image Attached]

« tim

morse code but the dots and dashes are reversed and its spelling backwards in russian, ASTITP AYALEB AVD RTSIRP → PRISTR DVA BELAYA PTITSA → PIER TWO WHITE BIRD

J »

Bc it looks like morse but its not, its kind of scrambl 

Ok jesus christ . 

30 seconds? Seriously? Fuck me

Can I hire you? Jesus lol

« tim

that depends. do you pay more than batman?

J »

The fuck? Does he pay you guys now?

« tim

no.

J »

Then yes. I do pay more than batman.

« tim

how much more

J »

One coffee per codebreak? 

« tim

:\

J »

Two coffees per codebreak

Two and a loaf of sourdough

« tim

sourdough from breadie mercury?

J »

Ya

« tim

done

J »

Damn. I feel like you should have higher standards

« tim

i mean i was already gonna do it for free

now i have successfully negotiated coffee & sustenance 

im on a roll. nothing but Ws 

J »

Ws?

« tim

its young people slang you wouldn’t get it ❤️

J »

I am barely 3 years older htan you.

It could be argued, considering certain events, that we’re basically the same age.

« tim

and yet you text like an old, old man

J »

I do not

Would you rather I texted like “idk brb lmao roflcopter”

« tim

ROFLCOPTER?

oh my god. ohhhhhh jason. oh my god

that is absolutely not what the kids are saying these days. oh my god

J »

Ok you know what. At least I know Mount Doom isnt a Star Wars thing

« tim

? 

oh, is it star trek? 

J »

I’m 99% sure youre antagonizing me on purpose

But have you seriously not read or watched Lord of the Rings

« tim

no i have not.

J »

Hm.

« tim

what

J »

Nothing.

« tim

……….what

*

« tim

did you NARC on me

to BRUCE

about LORD OF THE RINGS?????

J »

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

« tim

WHY DO I NOW HAVE 3 SEPARATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON “HOUSE MEETINGS” BLOCKED OFF IN MY CALENDAR, JASON? 

WHY ARE THEY EACH 4 HOURS LONG?

WHY ARE THEY LABELED “CULTURAL EDUCATION (MANDATORY)”? 

J »

I can’t pretend to know what goes on in B’s mind.

That said, I have reason to believe he and Alfred take lotr pretty seriously.

« tim

its a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE

about GOBLINS

J »

I’m not gonna respond to that bc I know youre just lashing out.

« tim

if youve sentenced me to 12 hours of a movie i hate i’m gonna hack everything you own. 

im gonna mass text the entire cape wearers community the footage of that time condiment king kicked your ass so bad he felt guilty and offered to personally help you out of the mustard pool 

J »

What the fuck

How do you fuckig know about ?????? that???????? 

Not that ithahpened 

What hefuckk ??

« tim

ooooooooo you better hope i love these goblins!

J »

Why are you?? evil??

« tim

you should have killed me when you had the chance!!

sorry.

J »

Its ok. That one was pretty funny tbh.

Oh hm shouldnt have laughed just then. Bad timing on my part

Brb

« tim

uh

« tim

ok…….. getting reports of a “disturbance” at pier two…….. 

« tim

sorry were you texting me *mid-standoff* with the russian mafia

« tim

ugh.

*

« tim

you know tracking your location would be so much easier if i didn’t have to hack into your comm sys every time

luckily your encryption is garbage but still. its 2 minutes of my life i wont get back.

J »

Not sure I recall giving you permission to track my location?

« tim

oh i’m sorry. next time i will simply leave you to go down with a texas oil magnate’s incredibly tacky yacht, or get swiss cheesified by mobsters 

J »

Hey I wrapped up the russians myself 

« tim

yeah? 

J »

…

Yeah….

« tim

so you thought the 12-minute universal signal jam was the act of a benevolent god? 

J »

:-|

« tim

im just saying it would be significantly more efficient if you agreed to a tracker

just one little tracker. you wouldn’t even notice it’s there.

think of all the time and energy you’d save me

J »

I feel the need to point out that you don’t have to repeatedly hack my comms system.

« tim

i mean it’s that or monitor sightings on the gocitizen app

i have an algo that texts relevant pings to me, which is super helpful for when i want an inbox full of random people talking about how hot you are. less helpful for literally every other circumstance 

J »

Uh

What

« tim

how hot *red hood is. to clarify

in their opinion

the people’s opinion

J »

?

« tim

the people of gotham city

J »

The people of Gotham city do not think Red Hood is hot lol

« tim

wait 

i cant tell if you’re being serious

J »

Uh? Yeah Im being serious? Lol tf

Why would they think hes hot 

They dont think Batman is hot 

« tim

o…kay…

huh.

how to… hmm

J »

Like nightwing sure

And the girls. Bc of objectification of women

« tim

oh wow

J »

Red Robin. If i had to guess

But when people see Hood its definitely not… that kind of response lol

« tim

what kind of response, exactly

J »

You know like saying “Hey Hood youre hot” 

« tim

oh, wow. 

okay. ummm

hmm. one sec.

J »

?

« tim

check your email 

J »

Ok…? 

J »

Oh my fucking god.

« tim

yeah

J »

Oh my god?

« tim

yeah

J »

This document is fucking 45 pages long?

« tim

its everything from the past 30 days yeah

J »

The past

Whaht the fuck

Ok some of these people definitely got hit by Poison Ivy.

This is . Tim wtf. I havent even heard of some of this stuff. 

« tim

oof are you on page 14

J »

Im on page 3???

« tim

oh my god

J »

What the fuck

Please please tell me its not like this for Batman too

Tim

« tim

its not like this for batman :)

J »

Ok. Jesus. I would genuinely have to move cities.

« tim

its worse :)

J »

Oh what the fuck

Oh my fucking god page 14.

You get this shit TEXTED to you?????

Ohm ygod. You read this?????

« tim

i mean

no

i glance at it

for security purposes.

i dont like, read it read it

anyway did you seriously not know? haha

J »

No??? Again its not like people tell me

« tim

yeah but

like

theres a certain level of objectivity involved, here

yknow

sorry im trying to find a non awkward way to be like “have you looked in a mirror lately” 

« tim

sorry

that was in fact awkward!

nvm

just let me know if you’d be ok with the tracker. its fine if not

i was mostly joking about the hacking

J (From Work) »

No you weren’t.

« tim

no i wasnt

i dont mind though. its like a brain teaser

anyway im going dark for patrol, later

*

J (From Work) »

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Question. why is the average Gotham citizen a raging horndog 

« tim

oh my god

you know i can tell you searched “red robin hot” right

J (From Work) »

Figured it was only fair

[Screenshot Attached]

This persons got some mad zoom lens skills

I’d think it was you, if it wasnt, yknow, you

« tim

wow. that is certainly a photo of my ass

…a stellar photo of my ass. wow. 

do you have a direct link? i gotta send this to steph

J (From Work) »

goctz.app/user/3824973/post/29348230df3

Haha

I kinda thought you and blondie broke up

back on again?

« tim

no lol we are very much just friends

she has a thing going with someone who shall remain nameless but suffice to say it’s Going

anyway we just send each other gocitizen vigilante ass shots 

its a whole genre

they’re like trading cards

J (From Work) »

Guess everyone’s got a hobby?

« tim

the only rule is no nightwing

J (From Work) »

Do I want to know why

« tim

he accounts for a frankly overwhelming percentage of vigilante ass shots

so its too easy

you’d THINK we’d have a no-batman rule, because ew, but due to the cape and his sixth sense for cameras pointed at him, a qualifying shot is actually extremely rare. 

← only guy who ever managed to take quality photos of batman 

anyway, we put it to a vote. i lost.

J (From Work) »

A vote between you and Steph? 

You lost a 50/50 vote?

« tim

i dont wanna talk about it.

J (From Work) »

Right. 

So what I’m getting from this is you have Red Hood ass shots in your phone.

« tim

no

J (From Work) »

No?

« tim

well

J (From Work) »

Yeah?

« tim

we don’t like, save them

that would be weird

we just notify each other. professionally, as colleagues 

and keep an ongoing points tally

thats all

so i do not currently have photos of your ass in my phone. thank you

J (From Work) »

How many points is my ass worth

« tim

i hate everything about this conversation

J (From Work) »

Its 100% your own fault, answer the question

« tim

if you must know. 

points are awarded based on a series of objective scoring criteria.

J (From Work) »

Uh huh. Like what

« tim

technical excellence

composition. lighting and color balance. 

dynamism 

J (From Work) »

Dynamism…

« tim

creativity

umm

emotional impact

and 

subject matter

J (From Work) »

I see.

« tim

ok i know it sounds bad

J (From Work) »

It sounds fucking hysterical Im near tears 

« tim

but if you think abou

oh

okay, well, great

J (From Work) »

I’ll let you know if I stumble on any more. 

Or is that cheating

« tim

its totally cheating

please do

J (From Work) »

You got it red. 👍

« tim

:)

[bitchfitch]

a sorta weird thing that's been happening in the background over the last few weeks is that my left eye is dying.

The inflammation around the optic nerve has gotten so significant that signal just isn't getting from it to my brain. It still, I was going to say works, but dear God no it doesn't. It still does as it has been doing, it's just not like. being heard. and eventually, that pinching will cut off the nerves ability to talk to my brain permanently.

The thing is is that. This can be stopped. Steroid injections and some pills taken daily. Nothing I haven't done before but I've made the decision to just let it happen.

Steroids cause cataracts. I don't know enough about this shit to explain How, but they do. Theyre why I have cataracts in both eyes.

The inflammation is caused by the amount of damage that my optic nerve has been dealt over the years of having tumors in that eye causing blood clots. It's not in good shape and there's no chance of it ever healing, just being given more time. The inflammation will keep coming back

So I have the option to take the steroids, and have one eye that barely works, and one eye that works but is eventually made useless by cataracts. or to just Not, and lose the barely functioning ones function, and not have to worry about my cataracts getting worse until I'm much older.

For me the choice felt easy but it's one everyone in my life has pushed back against.

And I guess the point, the weird thing, is that my vision is better today than it has been since I was nine because of my brain no longer trying to make the bad signal from one eye match the other.

[dexaroth]

i cant believe the day but i finally got a full tower pc. bought it already built and at a considerable discount of some 320 dollars off. its fucking huge and theres so many things going on inside... i was initially planning on choosing the parts myself but finding the graphics card was so hard and everyone else convinced me to just buy it built and honestly? good. id probably have fucked this up so badly by myself

i cant use it yet bc i took too long to buy the monitor that was also on sale and now its regular price -_- tho i managed to find a discount used one for now. well see how that goes since ill get it tomorrow. i tested it on out living room tv and it had some kaspersky thingy open and like thats so cute. i hope they left some treats in the browsing history for me to search through before i wipe it clean

[4giorno]

yeah no wtf. valk rlly came to save music AGAIN

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

waking up at 6am on a monday morning to an email that your train has been cancelled is some ancient evil magic and i wont hear otherwise

[comet-forgot-you]

Hii girlie, I wanted to thank you for feeding us every day🙏🙏 your fics are so good and I really appreciate that you make effort to post everyday(but don't overwork yourself!). I'd also like to ask if you could write anything for Sam Carpenter?? Thank you bb, ur awesome!!💖💖

hurry

sam carpenter x reader

summary: the drummer of your brother's band is hot.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, thigh grinding, mentions of previous events, fingering, marking, biting (just like once), almost caught but def not, i think thats all lmk if theres more. 

a/n: HEY GUYS DID U MISS ME??? enjoy this one in a million occasion of me writing for someone other than a mikey madison character😱😱 this is my first time writing for sam dont bully me im just a girl. do not repost for any reason.

your brother and his stupid band. the same one that gathered in the garage every saturday and played the same music every time. you usually never minded the music, but you were frustrated. the house was hot, the air conditioner was being worked on and the heat was really starting to get to you.

you were laid on the couch in the living room, stripped down to your sportsbra and shorts hours ago, trying your best to cool yourself down. the glass doors leading to your backyard were wide open, a small breeze flowing in. you didn't understand how they did it. how they practiced in the small, hot garage. it was much hotter in there than it was in the house, opening the garage door hardly helped cool it down.

the sound of the music stopped and a few minutes passed before the door leading to the garage opens and your brother walks out. you sit up slightly, looking over at him as he grabs his keys.

"where you goin'?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"to get a fan, it's hot as fuck in that garage," you brother mumbles, walking back to the garage. "why, need somethin'?" you shake your head, falling back onto the couch. the door closes and you let out a sigh of relief at the quiet house.

the sound of drums interrupt the silence and you can’t help the giddy feeling that washes over you. sam was still here, of course she was. you pull yourself off of the couch and walked towards the garage, eyes landing on her the second you opened the door.

fuck.

she was hot, you knew it, she knew it, but right now? with the way sweat coated her body, her arms on display due to the sleeveless shirt she wore? it forced a wave of heat to pulse through you. her muscles flexed with every beat of the drum, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. she looks up at you, slowly coming to a stop. she pries a headphone out, nodding up at you. "hey," she says loudly. she cringes at the volume of her voice, “sorry, what’s up?”

a smile tugs at your lips. "hey, sam. didn't want to go with my brother?" you ask, stepping into the garage. sam shakes her head, grabbing the almost empty bottle of water sat next to the bass drum.

"nah, already hot as it is, didn't want to sit shoulder to shoulder in his small ass car with all of em'." she pulls her headphone case out, taking her other headphone out before stuffing it back into her pocket. you could feels sam’s eyes on you as you move to stand next to her, head tilting slightly as you look over the drums.

"want me to teach you how to play?" she asks. you down at her, biting the inside of your lip.

"sure," you mumble, taking the sticks she offered you. you stood awkwardly next to her, waiting for her to get up, but her hands find their way around your hips, pulling you to sit down on her lap. she holds onto the backs of your hands, moving them to beat against the drums softly.

her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers instructions. you try to listen, you really do, but the way her hands hold onto you, the way you can feel her chest flush against your back, it was so fucking distracting.

sam shows you how to play a small piece before she lets go of your hands completely. you miss it almost immediately. she bounces her leg slightly in an attempt to get you to repeat the motions she had just showed you, but the feeling of her thigh pressing into your clothed cunt has you surpressing a whine. you shakily reach out to beat against the drums, repeating what sam had just showed you.

"yeah, just like that," she mumbles. she holds onto your hips, the feeling driving you insane. her leg bounces against your cunt so nicely with every beat against the bass drum. you're overwhelmed, the feeling of her pressed against you, the way she unknowingly pressed into your cunt so perfectly, it was all so much and so so fucking good.

"fuck," you let out a quiet whine as sam's leg grinds against your cunt again. you lean back against the girl, drum sticks gripped tightly in your hands, your head resting on her shoulder. sam's arms move to wrap around your waist, a fake look of worry plastered on her face.

"you okay?" she asks.

you roll your hips against her thigh. "don't act innocent, sammy," you whine. sam traces her fingers across the exposed skin of your stomach. “you know what you’re doin’," you mumble. sam smiles, finger dipping into your waistband before pulling it back to let it smack against your skin. you arch into her touch, drumsticks falling to the ground.

“can’t help it, you look so pretty.” you pry her hands from around your waist before turning in her lap. a small smile paints her lips as she looks up at you, eyes blown with lust. her hands find their place on your hips again, yours holding her shoulders for support.

seconds pass before your lips are pressed against each other, sam guiding your hips to grind down on her thigh. quiet moans fall from your lips and sam’s quick to take advantage, pushing her tongue into your mouth. your hands tangle into her hair, tugging lightly to separate the two of you.

“need y’so bad, sam,” you mumble against the skin of her jaw. sam’s grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you suck a deep mark in her neck.

“your brothers gonna see that,” she mumbles in, pushing her hand into your shorts. “he probably saw the last ones, too,” you groan, memories of sam’s head buried between your thighs flashing through your head.

“shut up,” you whine, pulling away from her ever so slightly. “living room, need you so bad, please?” sam lets out a quiet groan, nodding her head. you smile, taking her hand into yours as you pull her into the cooler house.

you can barely make it to the couch, sam’s hands wandering all over your body. you push the brunette onto the couch, straddling her lap almost immediately. sam’s lips trails up and down your neck, pausing every once in a while to suck marks into your skin. she pushes a hand into your shorts and you quick to grind down against it, needy moans falling from your lips.

sam rubs your clothed clit, “just fuck me already, sammy, need it.” sam pulls your underwear to the side, swiping a finger through your soaked folds.

“fuck,” she groans. her hand holding your hip moving to wrap around your waist. “so wet, all for me?” you nod frantically, needy moans falling from your lips when sam prods your entrance with her fingers.

“yeah, all for you, promise. js’,” you pause for a moment, bucking your hips into her hand, “please.”

sam sinks two fingers into your cunt, curling them slowly, before pulling out completely, spreading your wetness to your clit. you let out quiet whimpers at the stimulation, her fingers gently teasing your pulsing clit. you call her name in a quiet whisper. its a plead you can’t help but let out. her actions send waves of heat surging throughout your body.

“hmm?” she hums against the skin of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to her as her fingers sink back into your cunt. she’s gentle despite the aggression she took out on her drums mere minutes before.

she thrusts her fingers into you rhythmically, curling them to hit the spot that has you biting your lip to suppress the noises that threaten to slip out. sam’s free hand moves to cradle your haw, thumb tugging at your lip. she tsks, “none of that, you wanted me, let me hear you.” the demanding tone in her voice draws a whine from you. sam’s thumb grazes your clit and your hips jerk at the feeling.

its not long before you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, sam’s thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit, finger’s pumping in and out of your dripping cunt so deliciously. the sound of your brother’s car has you whining against her neck, “better hurry up before they come in. wouldn’t want them seein’, hmm?” you let out a loud moan, biting her shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. sam lets out a hiss at the feeling. “unless thats what you wanted. wanted em’ to see you all slutted out for me.”

“no! no, please, fuck, no don’t want em’,” your sentence is cut off when sam’s fingers curl into you.

“come on then, cum for me,” she mumbles. your orgasm hits you seconds later, loud moans muffled in her neck. same pulls out of you, bring her fingers up to her mouth and licking them clean. the motion has you stifling a moan that threatens to escape. the sound of the large garage door opening has you pushing yourself off of sam’s lap, still struggling to catch your breath.

“go,” you mumble, cheeks warm from your previous activities. sam doesn’t move, her lips twitched up into a teasing smirk.

“why? don’t want em’ to see how much of a slut you are for me?” you roll your eyes, heat building in your core.

“shut up, sam. go.” sam smiles, pushing herself off of the couch.

“same time next week?” she jokes, walking back to the garage. you roll your eyes at her, a soft smile etching its way onto your lips.

“idiot,” you mumble beneath your breath.

reblogs much appreciated :D

[st7rnioioss]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ sub!matt headcanons

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: nsfw content (most of it), smut!! (?)

a/n: LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS🤞 pls spam my inbox i need to be forced into work BYE. also, i’ll get to work on used to be my girl part 2, i swear

this is based off this request!

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- First, I KNOW THIS MAN WHIMPERS🗣️ HEAVY on this i don’t care.

- Matt would definitely spit out a bunch of random words in the quietest, whiniest, high-pitched tone. Just babbling, not being able to make the words sound right.

- It would start out as simple as cuddling, and when you got a little too touchy with him, he would shut his eyes tightly together, begging you to touch him.

- I know this man is a sucker for neck kisses (GOIDBYE IM GIGGLIMG) Like, as soon as you find the certain soft spot on his neck, he is not seen quiet‼️ Whimpering, moaning, squirming beneath you, panting breathlessly, clammy/sweaty palms gripping the back of your neck to hold you closer - he does not want you to stop.

- If you’re on top of him (pooooossibly riding him) he’d look up through his messy hair with his droopy eyes. As I said, he’s squeezing his eyes together, his brows frowning. Maybe even take his bottom lip between his teeth (he so would).

- If you’re in public and start flirting with him, he’d immediately try to shut it down (but he secretly likes it)

“What- No. Stop, we can’t do it here- What are you- We’re in public!” He whispered, protesting but still following along like a lost puppy.

“Oh come on, don’t be a wussy. Nobody’s gonna notice,” You smiled, pushing the door open to the restrooms.

And you ended up fucking in the library bathroom

- Sub!Matt would 100% always get horny around you, no matter the occasion. Before any sort of event, he’d be dragged into a bathroom, bedroom, backseat of a car, for a quickie.

- Imagine Matt with glasses (spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee spelling bee) who’d always fumble nervously with his glasses, because you make him nervous over the simplest stuff. A simple touch or kiss does it for him (the one above this one).

- If he ever got a bit too loud when you’re having sex, imagine grabbing his face and whispering something along ‘does it really feel that good? hm?’ and just earn a whimper in response.

- Giving him head would send him over the edge IMMEDIATELY. Bucking his hips, mumbling a whole load of ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’, but cutting himself off with high-pitched whimpers and moans, just to buck his hips up again.

A fistful of your hair in his hands that he swore to himself he’d keep tight, but immediately looses his grasp on you because he just can’t contain himself. Also - he could never receive head standing, he gotta sit or else his knees will fail him.

- Matt would grip. Sitting in his gamer chair while receiving head? He’s gripping the armrests. Leaning against the headboard as you ride him? He’s gripping the headboard behind him. Laying flat on his back as you’re on top of him? He’s gripping your hips and waist (not as tightly, he can’t stand the thought of hurting you).

- HES VERBALLL🗣️ of course some of it turns to mumbling, but when he’s LOUD and VERBAL?

‘oh my fu- god- j-just like that’

‘please- it feels so good- you feel so good’

‘i’m so so close, keep- keep going, please’ as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.

a/n: i could keep going (THATS WHAT SHE SAID LMAO)

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[zaynesaurora]

ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to bedroom talk/noises — (MDNI)

a/n: idk i had some loose thoughts and tried to turn them into something, might be nothing ! bonus boys both got promoted for this one though because im insane about caleb in particular rn

zayne ! gets off on ambient noises. the rain battering the window panes, the crackling of a wood fire, the thump of the headboard against the wall- he’s romantic like that. he's pretty quiet broadly speaking when it comes to sex and so he enjoys when the atmosphere helps him to express his feelings, his own noises typically being the air escaping his nose in heavy puffs.

he has one sound he enjoys above all those though, always prefacing it with a gentle "are you ready, my love?"- before slipping himself into your awaiting walls, revelling in the gasp that follows in response.

accompanying it will always be the sounds of kissing. zayne pulling you under the sheets, wet lips planting themselves where ever he can reach- the dip of your collar bone being top of the list as he takes you chest to chest in his own perfected version of white noise. an instrumental that makes your skin burn until he stills above you, professing his love with a groan.

xavier ! forgets who he is, who you are, where he is, what hes doing- mind blank but his mouth works overtime to chant a chorus of "yes, Yes YES" with every drop of your hips, descending on him with precision.

if he could see himself from your perspective, he'd probably be unbelievably embarrassed- unaware of the drool thats collecting in the creases at the corners of his lips with every breathy mumble, voice horse from the sheer amount of satisfaction rushing through his veins and off his tongue. the same dewy look would be collecting in his eyes. pretty blues glassing over in a way that makes him look unresposive. he'd fail to let you know he was going to come. too caught up in his own choir to give it even a fleeting thought.

breathing would be laboured after the matter, lungs struggling to catch up with themselves as he comes back to his senses. he'd be slung right off of cloud nine when you start giggling beside him- suddenly aware that he has no idea what he was saying, or the noises he was allowing to be known. you had no idea a human being could change colour so fast.

rafayel ! has fun in sex. teasing nature seeping into all aspects of your life with him regardless of certain activities so it's completely expected that your shared quaters are filled with laughter and bickering even with him burried inside you- elegant hands swatting at your arse randomly to hear you yelp in surprise for him ( he's also doing it bc it makes you tighten around him but shh)

rafs tone would alter to have a more commanding edge as the pleasure really sets in, "dont you dare stop" being a phrase often thrown around and his nails sinking further into your skin- each time it's laced with a snarl that almost makes him seem intimdating if he wasn't belly laughing only a few minutes ago.

unfortunately, or fortunately in his case, he grows impossibly hard at the thought of someone hearing you guys- his pride and ego stroked thinking of an accidental visitor learning how healthy his sex life is, poor thomas has to do damage control fairly often to keep his reputation in good light.

caleb ! has a filthy, rotten mouth when he's caught in such an act. not really in a humiliation sense but more in that he swears like a sailor- each sentence broken or seperated by various profanities as he bigs his game up to egg you one. he won't admit it ever but his wordy displays are defenitely not rhetorical. he needs, and wants, you to let him know that he's doing you well.

"fuck baby, you lik- fuck, you like that dont you?", he'd hum into your ear, sweaty foreheads pressing together in an attempt to be as close to you as humanly possible- each question laced with a sweet pet name.

this boy has a unhealthy addiction to the sound of skin on skin, heavy plat plat plats ricochetting of the walls in a steady hyponitc rhythm that knocks all remaning sanity out of his head and into his dick. he’d drive into you for hours after he’s slipped into exhaustin just to hear the way it becomes messier, stickier- wetter as he annouces his orgasm to you.

jeremiah ! desperately tries to keep himself as quite as possible, shyness seeping into his bones when a stray moans slips from behind his lips- a soft note from the back of his throat that makes his ears flush a painful, deep red and his lip catch between his teeth until the skin breaks and theres a metalic tinge to his delicate kisses.

would have the tendancy to be higher pitched when he's in the bedroom, somewhat squeaky in his efforts to keep a lid on his excitement and would just about explode at the sound of your voice carrying him toward a sweet release- air coming out in hurried pants as his shoulders start to shake, stomach convulsing in waves with each desperate attemp to fill his chest and focus his mind.

"atta boy miah", he ascendes. literally. minimal contact with the mattress when his being raises in an attempt to escape you and get closer at the same time.

[ciwzing]

the first time you suggest kei to wear contact lenses instead of glasses was when a volleyball ball had accidentally landed on his face hard, leaving an indent of his glasses around his eyes and a cruel bruise on his left eye that made him sat on benched for a few match.

Though he refused with a furrowed brows, and a little shake of his head saying "I doubt an accident like that would happen again." and that's that.

the second time was when he whined and complained about the sunlight and why he can't wear sunglasses since he won't be able to see shit anyways, you had said first "why not just have those transition lenses" you heard him scoff and see him rolling his eyes by your words.

"it's impractical and cost more" he retorted back, you look at him dumbfounded, he say it's expensive but doesn't blink an eye to spend money if it's buying you things. "then wear contacts instead" you said to him, you could only hear grumbles under his breath and words of refusal.

you sighed and asked him why he was so disagreement of wearing contacts, he only stayed silent not answering your question, he didn't want to admit that the thought of something like contacts touching his eyes scares him, he cringes at the thought of putting contacts and touching his eyes to get it out. Besides that it takes a lot more effort to put on than glasses,

the third time was a finally the time you had successfully convinced him to put contacts, though you weren't the one who asked but him instead surprisingly.

he had watched you get ready in the morning sitting in front of your mirror, clipping your hair back to put on your contacts. he eyed you in amusement as you successfully put on your contacts on the first try, that's where he got up from your guys bed, still shirtless only wearing loose sweats that's hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing off the band of his boxers.

you watched him through you mirror as he approached you from behind, you greeted him good morning earning you a low hum from him and a raspy morning. bending down to your sitting position to give you a small kiss on your cheek, eyeing both of your reflection in the mirror.

"mind putting contacts on me" with his words, your mouth went agape, looking at him if he was sure and it wasn't his sleepiness just talking. seeing that he was dead serious, you smiled brightly before standing up from your seat and drag him to sit on it instead, opening a drawer to grab another set of contacts. sitting on lap to have a better view of his face.

he grumbled saying you hadn't need of sitting on his lap but his hands that's already resting on your thighs is enough for you to know he doesn't really mind.

"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to focus and put this on you properly"

"What do you want me to do then? Close my eyes"

"You know what, shut up instead"

Kei concluded that if it means you can sit on his lap everyday to put those stupid contacts on him, he might just wear those instead of his glasses instead.

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Bonus!

"Fuck, I wouldn't ever trust you going near my eyes again, I feel like im gonna go blind any second"

"Don't be dramatic, you were moving you eyes so much thats why I had to put it so many times"

"I wanna go back to my glasses.."

[koiir]

IM DRUNK IN YOU…

— In which they’ve had too much to drink… how do they act?

Pairings - kazuha, diluc, Kaeya, xiao x reader

Genre - fluff, comfort with some angst

Cw: mentions of alcohol/drinking, cursing, getting inquired due to being intoxicated (more like just being a dumbass) a bit suggestive on Kaeya’s part, not proofread

Kazuha who is known to not handle drinks very lightly, which is why he tends the avoid them even at events. Yet he always finds himself taking a drink or two (mainly because of the crux) this then ends up in Kazuha becoming a mess. A mess that you usually will have to take care of. Yet this is the loving romantic that you fell head over heels for, so of course you would do anything such as watching over him and helping him in his (desperate) need of time.

It’s a good thing that you live in the city of liyue, otherwise it would have been a hassle trying to get Kazuha to cooperate with you. With events, came drinks. One thing you honestly dreaded, mainly because of your lover who couldn’t handle himself after just one. He would cling onto you the whole night, tell others of his love for you, him proposing his love to you over and over until you shut him up (with a kiss to be exact).

Your name would spill out of his lips, slurred due to the intoxication of the drinks he has consumed. Still, the loving tone still holds even when his mind is clouded. “[Name]…cmon my love, please let’s just stay…” you knew it was not a good idea to stay, who knows what the poet would do if you decided to stay.

Once in the comfort of your home, you dragged him the your room. Laying him down preparing him for sleep. “Kazu, here drink this. It’ll help, you know.” You handed Kazuha the tea, hoping it will make him more at ease and less lightheaded. A small *hic* came out before he spoke once more to you. “The things you do to me… my songbird…heh.” Thats a new one, you thought. It was a common occurrence for kazuha to come up with a new nickname name for you whenever he was drunk. Ah. It must have been because you had been forced into a little karaoke event… where you didn’t notice but Kazuha had been looking at you with loving eyes (as he always does).

“I love you… so much…my love,” Kazuha said, he looked at you with hooded eyes, his hand crawling to yours and holding it softly. You moved, kissing him in the lips before you stood up. “And I love you more, kazu. I have to go finish up some things, I’ll be back soon though.” You got up to leave, yet you never ended up leaving the room

Instead up ended up tangled in your lovers arms falling asleep due to him pulling you on top of him. Not wanting you to leave him.

The idea of drinking made Diluc get the ick. Quite ironic for someone who owns a bar, yet that didn’t mean anything to him. He always tried to avoid drinking no matter what, yet even he can’t always follow this rule he has set for himself.

It was a small event set in the Dawn Winery manor, meet ups and a gather up for those who had worked together in the past and Diluc had been offering drinks to those who came. But ever one makes mistakes right? What he thought was grape juice was actually wine similar to grape juice. He didn’t think straight and poured himself a glass before heading over to you. The effects of the drink hit him hard, making it easy to notice something wrong with the man.

It was in the way he was clinging onto you that surprised you, Diluc does this often, but only when it’s the two of you. Not around others. Yes he would wrap his hand around your waste but never he never displayed this much affection in front of others. He started to lean into you, tuck his head under your chin, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. This was something a sober Diluc would never dare to do, especially right now with some of his acquaintances.

Some started to snicker about his behavior, never seeing this side of him before. “Luc, cmon,” you nudged your lover hoping to get him off you for just one second. “No, let’s just stay here…please.” It almost came off as a whisper, like he was unsure about it.

You then decided to drag your lover outside of the room and into his office. The atmosphere was more comfortable and cozy with just the two of you in there, intimate with the one you loved. “Come here,” diluc said. Pulling you to sit on his lap at his office chair. Usually it would be you placing yourself, not the other way around. But you weren’t complaining, especially not after all the affection you’ve gotten. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck while giving you a soft kiss. “I love you [name].” Even after hearing this multiple times in your relationship, you never could never stop blushing after hearing him tell you. “Well I loved you more luc.”

It was often that you saw Kaeya intoxicated in the bar that belonged to his brother, chatting about whatever and whenever until you had to pick him up. Almost as if you were a mother picking up your child from school, in this case the child was Kaeya with the way he was calling out your name while cursing.

“Fuck fuck fuck…. Is [name] here?” You watched the scene unfold right before your eyes. Your boyfriend held his head as some of his drinking buddies swarmed around him. You walked towards him, not without laughing though. “And just what happened to you?” Kaeya looked up at you, a small frown appearing on his face once he saw you laughing about what had happened. “Don’t laugh… cmon, give me a hug pretty.” Before he could do anything, you grabbed him by the hand and left the tavern with your lover.

Thud. “What was that?!” You looked behind you as Kaeya made a small “ah” sound. He hit his foot on the sign and now was grunting from the pain to his foot. “Shit, again…”

“Again?” “Yeah I hit my head in the bar…heh.” You groaned while your lover laughed. So that’s what happened at the bar. “This is what you get for drinking to much Kaeya.” “You can’t stay mad at me forever, you love me to much you know.” You looked away, not wanting him to see the smile appearing on your lips. “And if I don’t?” You didn’t miss the small put that came from his face, but the soon turned into a smirk. “Then I’ll prove my love to you right here and right- Wait! [name] come back! I was just kidding you know!”

~

“You didn’t have to leave me like that you know, what if I had hurt my pretty face again?” You rolled your eyes, Kaeya had just gotten home after you left him when he made that silly comment. “It would have been deserved.” You said, he gasped and went on to exaggerate about how you are so cruel to him. You two ended up cuddling in bed, giggling about the events that had happen due to all the drinking Kaeya had done.

You never thought this could happen to Xiao, if anything if would happen to you, not him. It was a small event being held at wanshung inn so it was only natural for you to drag xiao out into the balcony and get some food to dine with one another. Yet he made the mistake of drinking the wrong drink, which was an alcoholic drink. Xiao was never one for drinks, or any type of drink other than water. So when the substance hit tongue, he knew something was off.

But his curiosity got the best of him, so he ended up take small sips of the drink, over, and over, until you came back. “Xiao, I’m back” you said. You came from behind him and wrapped your arms around him. Usually he would get flustered and mutter something under his breath, but the only he did was lean into your embrace and sigh. “I missed you.” He turned around making eye contact with you, something that wasn’t usually for him. You looked at xiao, something off about him.

His gorgeous face with flushed, his eyes seemed to sparkle and were more hooded, he was gorgeous. You could never deny that, and you admired him in the moment. “You’re so pretty xiao, I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

That’s when he looked away, blush apparent on his face. “You don’t mean that, you’ll get tired of me eventually.” You know xiao was scared of this, your relationship and what it would become. It didn’t matter if you two had been together for years, he would often doubt himself because he knew he wasn’t the best with his emotions, even worse with others. Yet for he you he did his best, and you knew that.

“Don’t say that xiao, I know you better than anyone else. I know that we will work out no matter what, I would never leave you.” You placed a hand on his cheek so he could look at you. The two go you were silent for a while, admiring the other. Xiao the made the first move to nuzzle his face into your neck, holding you tight. “Still, I’m scared of what might become of me. Of something that I might do to ruin us.” This was something you knew xiao had trouble with, you know that the moment you two got together. “And I’ll be there for you xiao, I knew that when we first got together.” You hugged him tighter, but that’s when you noticed it. “But… have you been drinking xiao?” He looked up at you, making a face that made you giggle. “What? No, why do you think that.” He mumbled. “Because, you’re never this straightforward unless I force you. And you’re more open to my affection.”

He sighed, tired to argue which was unlike him. He stayed in your arms, wanting to you feel your warmth. He wished the two do you could stay like this for an eternity, holding one another knowing that you will stay by his side no matter what.

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post…

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

Pops would fucking hate you - Felix Catton x Masc!Reader

i had to rewrite this like 2 times,and i still dont like it but it is what it is

TW:Small fluff,Part-Nudity,Homophobia,Sexual theme meantions, cursing, smoking, meantion of alcohol,daddy issues(lol),overthinking

"My pops would fucking hate you"You humble out with a small smile,head layed on the cold wall,as you stare at the ceiling,feet slowly swinging in the air,sometimes hitting the bedframe, some old song playing in the background

"Oh really?Sounds a bit homophobic innit'?"Your boyfriend humbles back a small chuckle leaving his lips,as he tunes the tabs on his guitar which was in his lap

"that's probably the case"You sigh out,fidgeting with the half-smoked cig between your fingers

Your dad was never really the human rights guy,i mean he was a white middle aged cis straight man,he had no reason to be protesting and support as it doesn't affect him nor his family,or at least thats what he always said until,when you were 10 you and your guy best friend at the time were giggling about how would it feel like to be kissed,so you both find out with each other,it was just a small peck

And that would be just that but as your usual english walls,they were really fucking thin and your father in the other room could hear everything.he never told anyone or mention it to you,it was just the way he looked at you after you came in his room for a charger

The room falls silence for a moment,the guys voice on the record player starts again after instruments,not an awkward silence nor a comforting one.You put the cig between your lips and took a hit,feeling it go to your core,as you get goosebumps from the open window that none of you would bother closing,then you blew the smoke,out and watch it disappear into thin air

Felix stringing a few notes was the one who took you out of your own thoughts.”it doesnt matter,we fucking hate him either way”The boy snarks out,a small comforting smile on his face.This wasnt the first time you talked to Felix about your dad,you both went through the trauma dumping on the second date.You didnt know how to feel about your dad,i mean he was your father at the end of the day,and youve had mostly forgotten about him since you came to uni,but sometimes he would just appear in your mind.

“good point”You look at felix,his tender smile,make every girl and boy melt.It was definitely an experience dating the heartthrob of Oxford.He was new to long term relationships so of course sometimes you'd argue about some stupid girl flirting with him at the local pub and he didn't try to stop her or anything,maybe he was a bit right,maybe you could be a bit jealous,but he doesn't need to know that you kinda agree with him on that

“I think my parents wouldn't believe me if i told them that im dating you”said felix,stroking a few strings on his guitar,like he was about to sing a love song.”i mean like..not even me dating but like dating someone amazing like you”He says as he doesnt break his eye contact with the strings of the guitar,his smile could even be heard from his voice

“yeah sure”You chuckle a bit at his statement,not convinced at all.You take another blunt from the cig.”its true,they probably think that im having sex with girls right now”He says,as he sits up more,looking at you blowing the smoke out of the cig.”i mean..you were in the start of the term”You tease,with a small smirk,as you smear the cig on the glass cig dispenser,next to you on the small table

Felix scoffs,sassily”well that was at the start of the term,before i met you!”he says,both of his eyebrows perked up as he leaned a beat closer,then let himself fall back on the pillows which were leaned on the frame of the bed.

A smirk on your face as you see your boyfriend get a bit worked up”i cant argue with that”You choose to not tease him this time with it”I think my dad knows that im fucking a boy”You wonder,you knew that your dad.Felix hm’d in response,his attention on the guitar again

Silence fills between the two of you only the rain hitting the grass and the vinyls instruments filling up your ears,,as you look at the window,where the now very cold breeze was coming you see that it's raining,water coming on the edge of the window.felix's eyes follow your gaze and he puts the guitar next to you on the bed and gets up and closes the window,his shirt getting rain on it

You overthink a bit of what if he is now upset that you said that your fucking a boy,not actually dating one,Felix was sensitive despite his personality that he puts out,before you wanted to apologize he was taking his shirt off,his muscles beautiful,then he pulls his pants and boxer off in one go,grabbing a new pair of boxer which you guessed was his pajamas.its not like it was the first time you have seen him naked of course,but you cant help but admire everytime.

As Felix straightens up and you start”i'm sorry”You whisper out,hoping you wouldn't have to repeat it,felix looks puzzled”for what?”He asks his voice soft as he walks back to the bed putting the guitar next to his nightstand,sitting down next to you also laying his back against the cold wall

“for saying that i only have sex with you”You mumble out, staring at your socks,as you rest your chin against your knees,he was much more than that to you,much more that you couldn't even put it to words.you wanted to prove it and continue your words but when you would start Felix,puts his hand on your back,with a comforting smile”i know you didn't mean it that way”He says,his eyes glimmering at you,like you were a the last drop of water on planet earth and he have been thirsting for over 1 month

You can't help but smile at his words,making you feel better that you didn't offend him,he never liked when you over thinked.You straighten your legs,then hug him,burying your face in his bare chest,he wrapped his arms around your body,kissing the hair on your head,with a smile,you can feel his fingers drawing shapes on your clothed back.You look up at him,faces close that you could still feel the cheap beer of his lips

“i love you so much”He whispers,it was easy for him to say that,like it was the most simple words in the words,with no meaning behind them.”i want to have you for the rest of my life,have a family and move into a small farm house”He says,his brown eyes tickling,as he stares into yours,you can't help but chuckle as a big smile washes on your face”i know it's..like really early but i know,i feel it”Felix said.he had big plans,and you were one of them.

“i know…i hope too”You say,voice shooting as you give a small peck to his lips,then his lips falls onto yours for a longer kiss,and you don't hesitate to kiss back,lips pressed together as you were 2 pieces of a puzzle.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

poker night - spencer reid

warnings; kissing, dry humping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation and praise? kind of cocky spencer.. fluffy aftercare <3

! proof reading tmrw !

it had been a while since reid had been to a proper poker game, but the case the team had just worked, which involved him having to play in a high-stakes game, had got him back to it. he liked poker, he was good at reading players faces, and even better at winning. so he visited a similar, select entry club, opting to only play a few rounds.

and thats when you sauntered in, heels clicking along the floorboards as you joined him at the table. you played your tray of chips on the table, throwing a small smile to the other people on the table. eyes pausing to gaze at spencer, eventually trailing along his body, before looking away quickly.

spencer smirked, your immediate attraction to him painfully obvious.

"can i deal you in to this round miss?" the dealer asks.

"please." you say, nodding your head.

spencer watches you carefully as you play, taking you in. you were extremely gorgeous, and obviously intelligent, he could tell by how you were besting almost everyone else at the table.

except him.

"excuse me, mind if i move seats?"

the waitress nods at him, and he slides his tray of chips along the table, to the seat next to you. you watch him, mouth slightly parting when he sits down next to you.

"hey." he says, adjusting his stiff jacket, as he looks over at you.

"uh- hi." you respond, eyes darting away from his, appearing even more focused on the game.

your mind is spinning, and your attention thinning at his sudden presence next to you. his hand was slung over his chair, other hand flicking through his cards. you could smell his cologne, it was intoxicating, he just smelt so good..

you were usually much more confident when it came to flirting with men, but something about him had you stuck. you swallow, eyes scanning the faces of your opponents, searching for a signs of their next moves.

you glance over at spencer, who's focused on the game, not catching your stare.

"raise." the man opposite you states.

he shuffles some chips forward and you frown, you didn't expect that.

"still in?" spencer whispers, leaning across to talk to you.

"i'll take a break, what about you?" you say glancing up at him.

his face is close to yours, his soft brown eyes looking over your features.

"depends.."

"on what?"

"where your going for this little break." he quirks a brow at your surprised expression.

"i was thinking maybe a drink, and then the private rooms?" you say, smirking as you mention the room, it's obvious what your insinuating.

"can i join you?"

"absolutely."

spencer signals the dealer that your leaving and gets up, you following. he places a hand on your lower back, fingers dancing across your skin. you inhale sharply at the contact, and he grins at the reaction.

"tell me," he says as he guides you through the crowd.

"what kind of drink would you like?"

"wine." you state simply.

as you reach the bar, he orders to glasses and pays with his card.

"classy choice."

you shrug, "i'm not usually classy."

"i could tell." he says, taking a sip from his glass.

your eyes widen, but instead of saying anything you opt to take a large swig of your wine.

"the rooms?" you ask, nodding towards the red velvet drapes next to the bar.

he smiles, following you.

"room for two?" you ask, smiling at the women at the entrance.

"right this way miss."

you follow her down the corridor, and she brushes aside another set of drapes to reveal a door, opening it to a little room, couches on either side and a poker table set for two.

"enjoy." she says.

"oh we will." reid mutters under his breath, only allowing you to hear.

you sit on the couch, placing your wine on the table next you and facing spencer.

"so, whats your name?" you ask.

"spencer."

"last name?" you ask.

he chuckles, "you really need to know?"

"i like to know the names of the people im about to fuck." you say blatantly, grabbing your glass.

"fair enough." he says, smirking at you.

"want to play a game?" he asks, nodding towards the table.

"we don't have any chips.."

"we can play a different version."

half an hour later your down to your bra and skirt, spencer having only lost his jacket.

"how about we raise?" you ask, tilting your head at him.

"you sure you want to do that sweetheart, you don't have much clothing left."

"oh im sure.. lets see.."

"if you win the next round, ill take off my skirt.. and bra." spencer quirks a brow at this, excitement evident on his face.

"and if you win?"

"i get to take off your shirt and pants." you say.

"that doesn't seem very fair.."

you shrug, placing your cards on the table.

"flip?" you ask, and he nods, folding over his cards.

you smirk, his hand was good.. but yours better. spencer winces as you flip your cards.

"what a shame, i really wanted to see you braless."

"don't worry, you will."

he smirks, hands coming up to undo his shirt buttons. you watch, leaning your elbows against the table to stare at him.

"want to help?" he asks, hands leaving the buttons.

your heart hammers in your chest, blinking fast before you say yes, getting up and crossing over to him. he swivels his chair so its facing away from the table, allowing you to stand in front of him. he spreads his legs, motioning for you to stand between him. you reach for the first button, hands stuttering as you feel his hand slid up to your waist, fiddling with the bottom of your bra.

"so pretty.." he whispers under his breath, and your knees wobble at the compliment, hands shaking as you attempt to undo the rest of his shirt buttons.

once done, he shrugs of the shirt, letting it fall behind him. you allow your hand to rake up and down his chest, tracing along the slight tone on his abs, hand pausing at the top button of his slacks.

"you look at little dazed sweetheart, want me to do the rest?" he asks, squeezing your waist.

"no." you murmur.

your hand toys with the top of his pants opening the first button, then the next. as you reach the zipper, you fall to your knees looking up at him.

"better access." you say shrugging.

he stares at you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. your hands come up to his zipper, undoing it slowly, noting the prominent bulge that can now be seen behind his boxers.

"someone's excited."

he scoffs, "don't act like if i didn't feel your panties right now, they wouldn't be soaked."

your mouth falls open, partly at the cockiness of his tone, and the way his words head straight to your core, adding to the wetness that was in your panties. he was very right about that..

"you know, it's looking a bit unfair, might need you to take of your skirt, angel?" he asks, tapping your shoulder.

you nod, mind failing to think straight as you stand up to pull off your skirt. he watches from his relaxed position in the chair, eyes raking over your thighs, and black panties with a little bow. matching with your lacy bra.

"look at you, all matching.." you says, motioning with your hand for you to come back to him.

his hands glide along the sides of your waist, taking in your body.

"so perfect, god-"

you blush at his praise, and he smiles up at you. hand reaching to cup your jaw as he pulls you down for a kiss, lips meeting yours. at first the kiss is sweet, testing the waters, but then it turns. his tongue glides against your own, as your lips crash against eachother, nothing sweet about that.

his hands find their position on the flesh of your ass, squeezing it lightly. you moan at the notion. spencer stands, lips still connected with yours as he guides you to the couch, only breaking contact to fall back onto the plush velvet. he grabs at your thighs, pulling you to straddle him, and you moan as your clit harshly rubs against his boner. his hands reach for your hips, guiding you in a soft grinding motion. breaking the kiss, he tosses his head back against the couch, groaning aloud as you move against him.

"doing so well... so good for me." you nod, mascara smudging as you feel cheeks roll down your cheeks from the pleasure.

"aww, pretty baby, crying from pleasure." he swipes a thumb against you cheek, brushing at your cheeks.

"please reid-"

"putting that last name to good use i see.." he chuckles, punctuating it with a moan as you hips roll against his particularly hard.

"can i please, i want more." you stutter, moving your hips back to palm at his hard cock.

"want my cock?"

"please.."

he pulls you off his lap, standing up and guiding to lay down on the couch. he climbs above you, hovering over you figure, arm resting on the edge of the couch above your head. your hands quickly pull at his boxers, taking them off him.

"so desperate.."

you stroke the thumb along the tip of his dick, and he shudders above you. you smile, happy to please him, hands reaching to your own panties and shuffling them down your legs.

"condom?" he whispers, awkwardly reaching over your head to his bag on the table behind.

"no-" you say, stopping his attempts and pulling his hand back down to rest on your stomach.

"you just want me to-"

"god yes." you whisper raising your head to kiss him.

spencers absolutely feral, chest heaving as he enters you, feeling you squeeze around him.

"so godamn tight.. pretty little thing."

he moans as his hips snap against your own, and you reach for his hair tugging at it as you cry out his name. he pulls out slightly before slamming back in, setting a rythm.

"so perfect, my little slut. your not at all classy, huh?"

you nod at his words, eyes squeezed shut as you moan, the mix of his dick hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his words causing your mind to fog and thoughts run dizzy.

he thrusts into you, the couch shaking lightly as he does.

"are you close already? can feel you around me.."

and you whimper out a 'yes', moaning out as he continues his movements.

he groans, feeling your walls contract around him. you squirm bellow, feeling your stomach tighten, orgasm approaching you.

"so close, spence-"

tears fall from your eyes once again at the pleasure, as your orgasm rips across your body, thighs shuddering and squeezing around spencers legs.

"so so good for me." spencer whispers, as he too finishes with a groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

his hips stutter to a stop, and he slowly pulls out of you. he sits down, pulling you onto his lap once again, and kissing you softly.

"you alright?"

"yeah.." you say, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder, tiredness immediately spreading over your body.

"want to come back to mine, i have a bath, i'll run you a bath? get you all cleaned up and drive you home in the morning." he offers, all dominance lost as he shyly offers.

you smile, leaning back to place a soft kiss to his lips.

"sounds perfect."

[melusinealarice]

jealousy/hate sex with jonathan crane 🫣

YAY SO FCING EXITED (also my friend’s brother is insanely hot and i legit want his fingers in me)

Warnings: SMUT VERY SMUT, jonathan crane, jealousy, degrading, choking, oral m receiving, co-workers, enemies to lovers, kinda established they have has sex before but it could go either way, unprotected sex

You hated him, absolutely HATED, well, mostly. He was arrogant, stuck up, and plain misogynistic. Working with him was a nightmare. And-

“Dr. Y/l/n” You turned to find dr. Cameron standing by you, an attractive man, mid 30s, blonde hair, green eyes. “Hello,” You turned from your charting. “You look pretty today,” he said, looking you up and down, you blushed “thank you,” you cleared your throat, “uhm, how is the patient in 36B?” “Oh still screaming, he hasn’t stoped,” he replied, “he’s gonna tear a vocal chord if he keeps that up” you said under your breath. He laughed, “so i was-“

“Dr. Cameron.” Ugh, just great, you thought. “Hey, nurse, i need you to change patient 24A’s bed pan” after 4 years of working together and going to medical school together he still had the nerve to address you as nurse. What an ass. “You know very well i am not a nurse dr. Crane.” He rolled his eyes, “you know very well I don’t care, dr. Y/l/n”

You scoffed, “what do you want Crane?” You turned to him, he was shamelessly checking you out. “I need you for a consult, follow me” he started walking away without an answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked, as he started turning away from the patient wings. “You’ll see.”

You arrived at his office, “what are we-“ he slammed you against the wall, his hand on your neck, “you really think you can just go around whoring yourself out?” His eyes were angry, his pupils blown. “Dr. Crane.. I- can’t breathe-“ you gasped for air, he laughed.

“Well thats the point doll.” He takes off his glasses, smirking. “You really think dr. Cameron could ever fuck you better than me?” He released his grip on your neck, you fell gasping for breath. “God, you are pathetic” he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Im sorry-“ “save it.” He started to unbuckle his belt.

You hated how wet this made you, his roughness, the degrading words. “Fucking slut.” He growled, freeing himself, he was rock hard. He tapped his head against your cheek.

“Open” he commanded, you complied. He shoved his cock down your throat. “Ohh fuck” he groaned throwing his head back. It was hard to breathe around him. God he looked good, his hair a mess, his lips all pink.

He started thrusting into your mouth, you gagged. He laughed “not flirting now are you? Is this all it takes to shut you up? I bet you’re not thinking about Dr. Cameron’s cock anymore huh? Fuck, im gonna show you who you belong to.” You ran your tongue down as he hit the back of your throat, just the way he liked it.

He roughly pulled you up by your hair. “Fuck, i should kill him just for fuckin looking at you doll.” He pushed you down on his desk, “It wasnt, like that i swear.” Tears were running down your cheeks, and your legs. “Fuck doll, so fucking wet. Is this for me? Or dr. Cameron?” He bent over you, ripping open your blouse and throwing it off. “I asked you a fucking question.” He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You, its for you. Dr. Crane please.” He laughed before ripping off your bra. He grabbed your breast in his hand, kneading it harshly and running his thumb across your nipple making you moan. “Ya know doll, i love this skirt. So fuckin pretty.” He said as he pushed it up to your hips.

He hooked a finger around your panties before ripping them off. He stuck them in his pocket, for later, he thought. He stuck a finger inside you, making you whine. “Oh poor baby,” he mocked, “is this all you needed? Huh to be fucked dumb? You just couldn’t help yourself could you.” He said before flipping you around to face him.

“Jonathan, please. Please I need you.” He laughed. “Fuckin desperate.” He said linning himself up with you. You closed your eyes as he thrust into you hard. He hissed, “fuckkkk god you’re tight.” He laughed as he pinched your nipple. You mewled.

“And so fuckin sensitive too.” He starting thrusting into you lazily, his eyes closed his head thrown back. You could barely form a coherent thought.

He hit that spot, making you see stars. “Yes! Right there please, dr. Crane.” You started to buck your hips into his, moaning at the sensation. He laughed “where?” He mocked, “here?” He said before thrusting up roughly making you scream.

He started going faster and you could feel your orgasm building. “Fuck keep on squeezing me doll.” He said panting, your hands came up to his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. “Crane. Please im gonna-“

“Hold it,” he said as he started circling your clit. You screamed his name. You could barely think. As you came.

He kept thrusting into you, it was becoming too much. You whimpered. “Pkease dr. Crane, hurts.” “Aww poor thing, is it too much for you?” He started thrusting harder and faster. “I told you not to fuckin cum.”

As he continued to abuse your cunt you felt yourself nearing another orgasm and before you knew it you were coming.

“Fuck, twice? All for me. God you were desperate” his thrust grew sloppier, and you felt him empty into you. He kept thrusting, groaning as he rode out his high. “Crane.” You whimpered as he stilled. He started kissing your neck as you held onto the back of his head.

“God you’re perfect.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered.

The end, idk its been a hot minute since ive written, but in honor of Kinktober.

[rauberrauber]

line up baby

wanted to make a sort of ref for everyone so i can keep track of everyone's designs, heights, etc

side hcs below cuz i wanna ramble lol

fyi any links are just for pictures to help visualize what im trying to say

also add to these with ur own i love reading hcs :]

general:

the sides work with a kind of cartoon logic (kinda like who framed Roger rabbit) which is what their shape shifting and such is, they can survive pretty much everything, dont bend to reality type thing

i also dig playing around with the idea that they just arent human, they dont need to eat, sleep, even breathe or blink if they dont wanna. They just play more human around thomas so they dont freak him out (everyone but remus at least, dude doesnt give a fuck lol) they all have their priorities regarding that kinda stuff. like logan doesnt eat or sleep almost at all (there r exceptions tho obvi (crofters))  while patton rly likes to cook and bake so why not eat the stuff you make? meanwhile remus eats literally anything he can find

they can also float if they wanna, same thing where they just dont around thomas. this came about me just imagining remus consistently floating around in the mindscape instead of walking for whatever reason? so yeah they can do that

theres a core mindscape and a ‘dark’ mindscape, that sorta works like the upside down from stranger things (as in the dark mindscape is like literally upside down and mirrors everything, like this)

everyones also got their own unique doors to their rooms. logans is very sleek and modern, pattons in more childlike and almost vintage, romans resemble castle doors while remus’ is more like a dungeons, virgils is typically angsty teenager with tons of posters and ‘keep out’ signs, and janus has tons of locks on his

design wise the core sides have straight teeth and fluffier hair while the dark sides have sharp teeth and rougher(?) hair (since changing, virgil has vampire-esque fangs)

logan:

square rimmed glasses

loves the rain

unintentionally fidgets with his clothes, always adjusting his glasses or rolling his sleeves up and down or messing with the buttons or his tie

playing more into the whole ‘sides dont have to eat thing’ he finds food kinda nasty lol, again only rly eats stuff thats very good to him (ultimate picky eater basically) patton has tried and failed many times to get logan to try and like new foods

roman was the one who got him to try crofters

watches those long ass video essays about random topics on youtube for background noise

patton:

round glasses and heart eyes

has roller blades/skates! specifically these ones that retract the wheels. good way of getting energy out (even if hes super clumsy with them)

tallest + dad bod

tons of bandages, kinda playing around with the phrase ‘broken heart’

him and janus play video games together (both of them are terrible lol)

definitely listens to dad rock/dad music

roman:

starry eyes!

crown can float on its own (same w/ remus’)

has one of these couches in his room to dramatically faint onto

him and remus dont share a room, but they have a sort of portal to each others rooms if that makes sense. a big mirror but instead of reflecting, its showing into the other room and only the twins can go thru

wants to be his own side after the split

roman and remus pierced each others ears when they were younger

virgil:

decently tall but slouches a lot which hides it (slouching hes shorter than the twins but still taller than janus) also rarely stands or sits straight at all so it kinda shocked the core sides when he showed them how tall he rly was (queue roman being mad cuz hes actually the shortest of the main four lol)

has stereotypical emo hair and still has some purple dye in it

hot topic skeleton fingerless gloves and muddy sneakers (idk why it just feels right)

tons of random bruises

draws his nails black with sharpie

listens to metal music to calm down. remus got him into a lot of numetal, screamo kinda music when virgil was still one of the others, it was one of the few times theyd hang out and virgil wasnt 100% freaked out by remus

definitely experimented with scene fashion when thomas was a teenager

drinks tons of energy drinks

janus:

shortest ha

yellow eyes

bow wrapped on his hat

long flowy cape and heeled shoes with spats (thats what theyre called right?)

uses the staff from pof as a walking cane

speaks fluent pig latin, remus and logan are the only ones who can somewhat understand what he says (remus cuz hes been around janus so long, and logan wanting to research and understand whatever the hell janus is saying) it also has always drove virgil up the wall cuz hes never been able to get it, janus will start speaking it just to annoy him

only rly relaxes when by himself, always kinda putting on a mask with the others and thomas, regardless of how trustworthy he considers them

constantly coming up with proper plans and schemes, typically wouldnt let remus near them with a 10 foot pole (affectionately)

knows how to lockpick

scared of the ocean

remus: 

broken crown

eyes can go all crazy, pupils can be different sizes and such (there was a cartoon that did this where the eyes would go red and have a ton of rings around the pupils like spirals kinda? i cant find a pic of what im rly visualizing rip i hope that makes sense)

ton of rings (one of em is an eyeball ring)

is like half an inch taller than roman and will never let him live it down

enjoys all the ‘bad’ disney/pixar movies. (cars, home on the range, etc) and like unironically enjoys them. prolly started ironically to mess with roman but he genuinely find those ones the best and cant fathom why theyre disliked (totally not self-indulgent cuz some of those movies are my favorites)

comes up with random weird plans and ropes janus into them whenever possible, janus plays along best he can

somewhat wants to fuse back with roman (even if hes unsure why)

remus and virge used to make fun of roman together all the time

remus is the one who gave virge his septum and gages

[mysticalsoot]

you changed, it's good

A/N; soooo ive kinda been in a writing slump so take this fic thats been building dust in my docs- also tysm for 300!! hopefully ill come up w smth for it lol- I have no clue how to process that information omf

summary; months after wilbur's revival and his reunion with you and the daughter you share (that he didn't know about), you let out pent emotions and have a heartfelt talk with wilbur

tw// swearing, not lore accurate, im a wilbur apologist shush, children, suicidal mentions maybe? lmk if i missed anything

words; 1.8k

pairings; c!wilbur x gn!reader (they're parents), revivedbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

masterlist

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The time since Wilbur’s death and revival may not have been that long, but for you, it felt like ages--you had a child now, his, yes but you’ve begun another life. A life with a little girl, a life without him. But now, he was here and he was trying. You appreciated it but god did you fear it too. The memories taunted you, the hurt and the aching that still lingered, haunted you. He haunted you.

Your head is rested upon Wilbur's chest, and the thumping of his heart echoes in your mind. His left arm wraps around your shoulder and your own arms around his middle. Your daughter, Willow lays against his other side, curled into a ball, and his other arm held tightly around her in comforting warmth. This moment is what you imagined life to be all those years, before everything…happened.

You seemed to always subconsciously wish for moments like these, at least, in the past few years. One’s where Willa has a parent other than yourself, someone else to hold her, and someone to hold you too. Domestic bliss, calm and serene. No wars or bombs, no screaming, and yelling. Simply the sound of your partner's heart and the sight of him holding your child. It's a reassurance of sorts, a silent "everything will be okay, even if it wasn't before". 

Things used to be so not okay that having this calmness is nice. Having his arms around you again is lovely, being able to kiss him and hold him, to watch him help raise your daughter, to play with her and hold her. Tickle her and carry her on his shoulders, hold her hand with his, and walk with her on the prime path. To teach her how to ride a horse, after bringing one home for her, and helping her name him.

"Wilbur?" You whisper to him, moving your head back, your gaze locked upwards on him. He looks down at you, a soft smile written on his features, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Yes, my love?" he leans down, leaving a soft kiss to your lips and you smile through it, the warmth in your stomach swelling the same way it did when you both were younger. You take a moment to admire him, the way his curls fall in his face, how his glasses are always crooked and now are no different, and how the small freckles he adorns sprinkle his cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful, and so it brings you back to what you wanted to say. What you need to say, what is right to say.

"What happened? After lmanburg? You were so…" Your mind goes blank for a word to properly describe it, without hurting him. Cruel, evil, manipulative, the list goes on. It's odd to you, how someone could become so horrible and then return to a better version of their old self in a matter of years. "Horrible, then. To everyone, to yourself."

His face falls, and so does your heart, falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You can feel the life drain from your face and it hurts. You feel an immense dread, and wonder if you hadn’t mentioned it, how you would feel. It's a difficult subject for him but at this point, you think it had to be brought up. How can one accept this happy domestic life without knowing the full truth?

"I got lost, I think. Lost in the greed I suppose." He pauses, dips his head down to press his forehead against yours. His eyes close and he takes a breath, his arm letting go of Willa and placing his hand on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the skin and his eyes hold a warm sadness to them, "I wanted the joy still, the happiness for our future. But it got pushed back. I was blinded. There's a lot I don't remember. I mean I remember pieces here and there. Bribes from dream, desperate attempts to make things work for everyone and everything."

"And then what? You realized hurting us was better?" You’re hostile now, something switching or rather, breaking in your heart. You know you shouldn't react this way, get defensive--but a piece of you is still painfully angry and hateful, filled to the brim with spite and it’s accidentally let through the cracks. You back up a moment, his touch leaving you, hand falling to his side, head still dipped down.

"I realized I couldn't make it perfect for everyone, there were sacrifices I had to make." He takes another deep breath, wraps his arms around Willow again, she doesn't move. "And I made the wrong ones, I know that. I see that." Wil looks down at the lump that his daughter forms, a little ball of a girl. She moves to grab onto his arm in her sleep and she hums, a soft smile adorns his lips.

You feel you should be satisfied with his answers, and half of you is, but you still wonder; "Why? Why did you do it?"

His gaze lets its grip off of Willow, walks up and he looks to you, pupils big and somber, bloodshot and wet. "To not hurt anyone anymore. It was for the best." 

You want to scream at him now, tell him how much of an idiot he is. Screams that are bloodcurdling, one’s that most definitely would wake up Willa and anyone surrounding the area. That no, killing yourself in fact does not stop the hurt, it only fuels it, like a spark to dead grass. He made Phil kill him, he made you watch as he destroyed his livelihood, your shared livelihood, watch as he's stabbed to death by his own goddamn father. It was never ending with him, it was always something new, something bigger, more painful than before. You want to storm away, back off, and not let him near you for a split second, it's all an overreaction, you tell yourself but you simply can't help it.

You stare at him for a moment, your expression blank and emotionless. Willow turns onto her back, eyes open slightly and her arms reach up to Wil. "Hey, daddy." She mumbles out, a smile of her own sculpted onto her features. Wil smiles back.

"Hello, my love. Are you ready for bed?" He asks, lifting her up by her sides and gently sitting her on his lap. She nods sluggishly, and she rests herself against him, chest to chest, head on shoulder, and tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's get you into bed then, sweetie."

You just watch, your eyes follow him as he walks out of the living room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs. You sit there, alone now. Thoughts cycle through your mind. All the things you had wished for, every thought that graced your consciousness, every question unanswered for years. You missed him, you really truly did. But you aren’t sure who you missed more, and is the one you missed, the one you lie with at night? The one that wraps his arms around you in the morning, leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and brushes the hair out of your face. The man that waits there, holding you, until Willow comes rushing in the room to ‘wake’ you both up. The same man that shushes you lovingly and says "Pretend you're asleep, love," the moment he hears her bedroom door open, so she can have the satisfaction of waking you both.

You now rest your head on the back of the couch, your gaze focused on the window on the opposite side of the room. Snow gently falls past it, frost taken over the glass. The fire crackles and warms you like a hug. 

What feels like moments later, even warmer arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the body they're attached to. "Wil?" You call out, your voice coming out gravelly, and you realize you must've fallen asleep.

"Hey.." It comes out weak, the word feels broken and sounds broken. "I'm sorry, for all the shitty things I've done. I know my reasoning isn't nor has it ever been valid. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, and I don't have any plans of mass terrorism." His voice becomes clearer, breaks up less and he dips his head down again, pressing his cheek against yours. You nearly open your eyes, but keep them closed, and revel in the feeling of him more. 

"I know." You pause, and let your own arms wrap around him, but instead of his middle like he has you held--you wrap your arms around his neck, your hands weaving into his mop of curls. "I think part of me still hurts, it's stupid I guess." You rest your head on his shoulder, and he pulls you closer, your legs now wrapped around him too.

"It's not, I hurt you. I take accountability for that and I hate that I even did it in the first place." His voice cracks again, and you know he means it. You pull back, your hands pressed against his cheeks and he looks up at you.

You hesitate, mulling over the words falling off his lips, his expression knotted in anxiety. Your thumbs run over his pink-tinted cheeks and you kiss his forehead.

"If you were that same person, you wouldn't say that." You take a breath, "I think you've changed. In a good way."

He sighs, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I hope I have."

“I know you have,” You pause, grasping his face in your hands and getting him to pull back simply so he can gaze at you.

“How?” His voice is merely a croaked-out mumble but it’s enough that you hear it loud and clear.

“Would you be here, in my arms, after putting our daughter to bed if you hadn't changed?" You paused, eyes gazing deeply into his and searching for any doubt to crush with your words, "Would you even search for us if you were that same man? For good, not to hurt us."

He shakes his head, "I changed, didn't I?"

"In the best way possible." A soft kiss placed on his lips, one of love and devotion. A simple peck speaking every word and emotion you've ever felt--but only the good.

He smiles against the kiss, grasping at your sides and pulling you closer and closer to him. You were already so close, practically one, but he felt the need to pull you so much closer that not only were your bodies one, but so were your souls.

He pulls away from the kiss, hands resting on your face, "I love you," he nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, twisting your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, "so much." The last bit is whispered, like a quiet promise. A promise of devotion and loyalty. Something you're glad to finally have. 

There's nothing in the way of him being with you. With your daughter.

"I love you more," You smile to him softly, a kiss placed on his forehead, and you push stray curls out of his face as he nuzzles his head against your chest.

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pussydrunk

in which, Gojo, would confess. MDNI- 18+, oral (fem receiving), head squeezing, mean and angry Gojo, whimpering Gojo, fingering, unprotected intercourse, est relationship?? angst, then fluff

Love was a tragic curse, at least thats what Gojo thought. Gojo believed love wasnt needed in a relationship. no, never.

until you and him started dating, you would always talk about the mysteries of love, and gojo would always ignore it. that stupid, yet attractive smirk plastered on his face. you two started dating for a while, going onto five months, and it was starting to get rocky.

fighting with gojo was like fighting with a wall that was freshly built, one that wouldnt be knocked down. youd grow angry, and gojo would just ignore your anger, your own pain. you two were arguing about head, how youd always go down on him and please him. however, the energy was never matched.

"i just dont give head, y/n." he said with a lazy smirk, peering over his damn glasses. "i dont see why its a big deal, we could just not give head." he suggested, knowing itd piss her off.

"or we could stop fucking all together.." she sneered, folding her arms. she looked to her side, not wanting to look at his stupid , yet, attractive face.

this caught his attention, him frowning and forming a pout. "wait jus a minute, we dont have to go that far." he protested, rolling his eyes.

if you had told gojo's younger self, maybe when he was 22, that here he was, between a girls legs and eating her pussy, hed laugh at you.

"fuck.. you taste so fucking good.." he said, legs thrown over his shoulders as you were devoured by him, "cant believe id pass this sloppy pussy up.. you cream so much when i eat you.." you moaned, gripping at the hair on his head. you were so close, you were grinding on his face, begging for his tongue to quicken. "cum, cum f'me, cmon, cmon!" he encouraged, shoving his fingers in your cunny, feeling the way you convulsed, how you spasamed, how you arched your back and then--

the feeling of his face being splashed against, him pulling away to the mess you created.

"...you just squirted on me." he revealed, still realizing your mess, how heavy you breathed, how fucking pretty your pussy looks. you eventually looked at him, his eyes wide, youd think hes angry.

"im sorr-" you attempted to say, before you felt his two thick digits in your pussy grind against your gummy walls.

"yer gunna do it again, until i say so.." he commanded, you didnt have any choice, not when hes pussydrunk.

"what the fuck do you mean, you dont love me??" you questioned, standing infront of him, folding your arms. you were more than pissed, and incredibly hurt.

"when did i ever say that i did??" he chuckled, hands in his pockets- this motherfucker didnt care, it was beyond him. he quite honestly didnt see the reason you cared, he just wanted you to finish dinner already, its been a long day.

"the shit i do for you, that doesnt mean anything..? the fact i basically have to save your ass sometimes???" you pestered, stirring the pot of the stew. you were growing pissed. the violent pissed, the pissed that you worked so hard to tame, the pissed only for special grades or hardass curses.

"oh no it does and i appreciate it, i always show that, i just dont feel love for you, if i did then that would be bad." he shrugged, "hows dinner coming along?"

youre worried about the stability of your relationship, and hes worried about food. what was his fucking problem??

you slammed the pot into the sink, emptying the contents of what once was dinner, you could go a night without your cooking... he couldnt.

"figure it out, im not doing shit for a man who doesnt give a fuck about me." you spat, walking to your shared bedroom, leaving gojo confused.

he didnt care, you can throw your little tantrum.

until, of course, youd change your social media relationship status to "its complicated" instead of "in a relationship." and once gojo got that message, oh how livid he was.

"what the fuck." he spat at you, gripping your arm as he glared into your eyes. the way his blue pierced into your brown, you would almost be scared , but you werent.

"isnt it complicated? you dont love me and we're in a weird position, so its consider complicated." you chuckled, trying to reciprocate the same energy he had just a week ago. what was his problem?

"youre a fucking brat, yknow? you stopped cooking, you stopped looking at me, you stopped everything." he snarled, leaning his face into yours. why did he care? what did you matter. you were just another girl who he dated, who he lived with, who he fucked, who he ate with, who he actually put effort in his appearance, who he actually give a full kiss, who he made love to-

"youre mine, princess- ohoh fuckk.." he groaned, plowing his fat dick into your pussy, his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you, eyes tightly shut. hearing you moan his name, he moaned yours back. "fuck youre so pretty.. my pretty bitch. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..ohmygod fuckkkk..." he whined, hands entwined into yours and spilling into your womb, while he whimpered.. he fucking whimpered, if you didnt cum from then, you surely did now. he wasnt his nonverbal, non noise making self. he let loose for a change, and all it took was for you to take a week trip with collegues.

oh, fuck.

he rolled his eyes hard, sighing while he looked away in defeat, his efforts in not falling in love, failed. just to realize it wasnt the kind of love he felt for geto, wasnt the kind of love at all. and all it took was you to pull away slightly, he put his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily.

"you were right.." he mumbled, holding you tightly. "i.. do love you." he whispered, feeling nervous to say, he couldve costed a good relationship.

"hm." she said, shaking her head and holding him back, "you wan'a kiss?" she asked, she didnt miss the way he perked up. "then say it again, and you can have as many kisses you want." she chuckled.

"love you," he said, trying to kiss her. she dodged it, moving her head to the side , drawing out a groan from his throat. "whaaattt?" he groaned.

"say it right, dont get lazy again." she warned, her own smirk on her face, something he always went feral for, whether she got it from him or he just found it really fucking hot on her face, the way the plump of her lips spread slightly, especially with that damn pina colada lip gloss on-

"i love you, princess. now can i please fucking kiss you?" he almost growled, not waiting for her answer, just smashing his lips against hers.