#mms image messaging

[chuhees]

─────DESPERATE, BABY

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦 💌 when your boyfriend is desperate for your touch

◜ᯅ◝ 【 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝓞 】 bf! lhs + smut 𝟐𝟐𝟐 && jerking off, oral! (m receiving)⟢ cl𝓲ck4𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘

爱 : this was self indulgent ngl … also hi @sourkiki gulps

you felt your phone buzz in your car’s cupholder, the place you originally placed it in. the GPS said your drive home would be 30 minutes, but knowing the after work traffic, you’d be stuck there for at least an hour.

your hand rested on the steering wheel, you sigh as the cars ahead of you honked their horns. you pick your phone up, putting in your passcode and heading straight to your messages, where your boyfriend heeseung as texted you a few times.

hee💗: baby how much longer until you come home?

hee💗: need you so bad i’m spiraling [image]

hee💗: thinking of your tight pussy

you laugh a bit, typing your response. you know your boyfriend would be home before you, you just didn’t think he’d be so hard right after work. you put your phone down, back in its original spot, your hands back on the wheel, continuing to slowly drive through the highway traffic.

at home, heeseung rested in bed, his work attire still on. his tie loose around his neck, the buttons undone half way on his button down, pants open revealing his boxer waistline. heeseung couldn’t hold back, he pulls his pants down to his knees, alongside his boxers.

heeseung’s hand wraps around his hard length, gently stroking. his right hand, tending to his achy groin, while his left hand had his phone. on heeseung’s phone played a video of you two from last night. right after you showered, heeseung had pulled you on top. the way you rode him was hot, too hot. so hot, he had to pull his phone out to record your beauty.

now the video played on his phone, while he continued to get off. heeseung hands shake, whimpers and moans leaving his lips with every stroke.

“fuck.. fuck..” heeseung breaths, hands moving up and down his cock desperately. “so beautiful for me.” the way your body looked on top of him.. it was too much to take in. heeseung images your wet heat, taking him balls deep.

heeseung cums, all over. on his abdomen, his hand, the bedsheet. his sticky white fluid got everywhere, heeseung tries to catch his breath. a strangled moan leaves heeseung’s lips, your name falls from them—the word he knows best, especially in moments like these.

you open the door to the bedroom, finding him sweating through his work clothes. his hand remained wrapped around his cock, still finding his breath.

heeseung blinks up at you. “b-baby you’re finally home.”

you bite back a smirk. “couldn’t wait a couple minutes huh?”

you toss your purse to the side, crawling onto the bed slowly. “good thing i’m here now. still hard for me?”

heeseung nods his head, the video of you still playing in his hand. “you looked so good last night baby, so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

you look at the video, then at the ropes of cum on his abdomen, his hand, and the white duvet below him—which has dried up and stained the sheet. “you really made a mess hee.”

heeseung’s cheeks flush pink, the same pink as when he drinks past his limits. you crawl closer between his legs, hands running up his thigh. he flinches, his cock twitches whilst still in his grasp. he’s still hard—a second round of precum leaking from the tip.

“mm” you hum, letting your nails graze up his skin. “still hard baby.”

heeseung nods slowly, an embarrassed expression on his face. “hurts…”

you pout, fingers wrapped gently around his base. “poor baby..”

you flatten your tongue and slowly lick a strip on its underside. you watched heeseung fall apart, this thighs tremble—hands reaching for your hair. your tongue swirls around the head, causing heeseung’s eyes to roll back.

“does it feel good baby?” you murmur against his cock, with mocking sympathy.

heeseung nods furiously. “y-y-yes baby… so good.”

you continue to suck him, tiny moans and whines leaving heeseung’s lips. his head rests against the headboard, hand gripping your hair tightly as you bop your head slowly up and down his length—cheeks hallow.

“your mouth…” heeseung gasps suddenly. “so fucking wet baby.” his hand grips your ponytail tightly, eagered for more.

“w-wait..” he gasps again. “g-gonna cum princess.”

you don’t stop, in fact you only suck faster—your hands on this thighs for support. you watch as heeseung sobs out your name, begging you to let him cum.

you pull off his cock with a soft pop, cum leaking everywhere. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, his cheeks hot—a panting mess, sweat down his forehead.

“princess…” heeseung breathes, absolutely dazed. “you broke me.”

you smirk, crawling up to kiss his jaw. “good.”

[bokunoheros]

˚࿔ LOVE BUZZ | KINKTOBER 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🪲 authors note :// to my 7 iida fans, I hope my kinktober posts of him will feed you well

topics discussed and warnings:// modern/no-powers au, smut, tenya works a 9-5, you work from home, apology sex, thigh riding, shower sex, very light bdsm undertones (mentions of tenya iida being a switch), established relationships (you two happen to be married), hand jobs, kissing, p in v, readers gender is not specified but i do use female anatomical terminology and reference reader as ‘wife,’ FLUFFFFFFFFF, slice of life a little, tenya is such husband material i love him so much, ‘rough’ sex

word count:// 2404 raunchy words

ᯓ heed the warnings laid before you, your media consumption is your responsibility! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

every WORD under the cut will be R-RATED- SO, +18 only, respect my wishes regarding interactions.

𝜗𝜚 no beta, we die like men.

✎ᝰ His texts were always so formal with you.

“Eat without me. I’ll be late.”

“I’m very sorry, I promise I will make it up to you.”

“I won’t be any later than 8 pm. I’m sorry, I love you.”

Though disappointed, you weren’t surprised to be eating dinner at the table alone again. You worked from home, and your husband, Iida Tenya, worked away at a law firm. You sent him back a vague and honestly petty ‘love you too’ message as you ate dinner alone for the third time this week. You could never be mad at him, no, never. You’d only play it up just to get coddled by him, kissed and spoiled.

After you finished your portion of dinner, you packed up his and sat it in the fridge, before wandering into the living room to have your personal phone time. A few minutes passed and he texted you that he was coming home and would be there soon. You didn’t care to reply, just huffing as you read the message before continuing to scroll through your image feed.

Within 15 minutes he’s knocking at the front door. He usually would let himself in, which was odd at first but you figured he probably had his hands full of paperwork. You got up from the couch with a tired groan, following the echoed noise of knocking until you opened the door.

There your husband stood with a tired smile on his face, holding his briefcase with one hand and a nice bouquet in the other. Your originally cold and upset expression melted immediately, your lips parting with a soft ‘oh.’

“I’m sorry I’m late. Again.” Your husband sighed, adjusting the flowers in his hand. They were your favorite kind too, dotted about with other smaller flowers like baby's breath and eucalyptus branches.

“Tenya,” you pouted, stepping closer to take the arrangement from him, holding it gently in the palms of your hand. He stared down at you, studying your reaction. “I got done as quick as I could but, I figured I owed you something.”

You snorted, “You know you don’t have to,” your fingers brush over every petal, savoring the velvety feel of each one.

“You always say that.” Tenya chuckles, rubbing the side of his neck. He watches you chew on the inside of your cheek while you observe the flowers he’s bought you.

You glance up at him before hoisting yourself up on your tippy-toes to give him a gentle peck on the lips. “I’m not mad at you, I promise.” Tenya nods, but he still looks dissatisfied with himself for hardly being home and letting work consume him. You step out of the way so he can come inside, closing the door behind him and locking it. He slips off his shoes with a sigh, dropping his briefcase of paperwork to the floor with a clunk. You stride to the kitchen to find a vase to put your flowers in, and when you finally place them into their glad enclosure with a hum, you're startled by your husband wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Gah!” You yell, chuckling while he tightens his arms around your front. “Mm, sorry.” He purrs into your neck, his glasses scratching your skin briefly as he moves to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Want any dinner? I put it in the fridge for you.” You ask, leaning into his chest.

He shakes his head, “No, save it.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned him, rubbing his forearm with your hands. “You worked all day, did you eat lunch?”

Tenya chuckled into your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against what the collar of your tee shirt exposed. “I ate what you made me, it was delicious.” His arms tightened around you ever so slightly, “Forget about me, did you eat?”

You nod, raising one of your hands to brush into his hair. “Good,” he says, lifting his lips to your ear before he whispers: “Care for dessert?”

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you can’t help but shiver at this obvious proposition. You smile faintly to yourself, pretending to act as if you didn’t catch his drift. “What did you have planned?”

Tenya’s voice vibrates in your ear, “Hmm, I dunno…” he trails off momentarily, his tongue swiping a line down your neck. “You.”

You sigh as his teeth brush against your flesh, rolling your neck to the side for him. “Why don’t you join me in the shower, hm?”

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” you chortle, nails scratching his skin. He lets out a pleased sigh, “Get in without me, it’s my turn to do dishes.” A hand slides over your rear, squeezing the fatty flesh there before he pulls away from you. You roll your eyes at him, lovingly of course, before you head to your master bathroom.

You leave the door open as you start to undress, listening to the sounds of plates clinking together as your dear husband washes them. Once you’re fully undressed, you open the doors to your glass shower and start the water, stepping in when it’s the right temperature to steam up the glass.

You’re rinsing your face when your husband joins you, slipping behind with a soft ‘hello.’ You share the water for the moment, letting each other rinse off, and taking the time to massage one another’s back when you swap back and forth between the shower head. When you go to swap again, you turn to your husband and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. Your lips mingle and his big hands find your fleshy hips, sighing into your mouth as he feels you up and down. Without his glasses the metal isn’t poking you in the face, and it makes it so much easier for you to slip your tongue as far as you can into his mouth. Tenya grips you tightly, pulling your hips flush to his. His semi-hard erection presses into your lower stomach and gives you butterflies.

“I love you,” he huffed into your mouth, licking his tongue along your bottom row of teeth. You hum in response, dragging your hands down his chest. He only lets you hum back as he moves you, pushing you flush against the tile. You shudder and gasp into his mouth when the cold ass tile hits your bare skin.

You recovered and snake one of your hands down to his cock, teasing his balls in your palm. Your husband breaks away from your lips and nuzzles into your cheek with a puff, his wet hair dripping onto your shoulders. You move to kiss his neck, licking up the water in his skin as you move your thigh between his legs, hoisting your foot onto the lip of the shower. He grunts as you force your leg between his, and he unconsciously grinds his hips into your thigh. Holding his arms above you to stabilize himself, he rocks back and forth while you continue to kiss at his neck and shoulders, using one hand to wrap around his dick and start a gentle pace.

“Mm, my God…” Tenya breathes, resting his forehead against the tile in front of him. You pump his cock until he’s fully erect in your hand, using your free hand to force him to ride your thigh. You chuckle into his skin, sucking a bright red mark into his collarbone. “M’You like that, baby?” You ask him, kissing his jaw tenderly.

He moans your name as you fist the top of his cock in your hand, “Mhf— Fuck, I do.” He grinds back and forth on your thigh, lazily rolling his hips while you jerk him off. Tenya isn’t one to curse, but when you two have sex the words roll off his tongue so naturally. You purr against his skin, squeezing his shaft as your other hand teases his rear, spreading him apart ever so slightly. He bites his lip to swallow a grumbling moan, balling his fists up.

He narrows his eyes, his demeanor changing as he starts to feel himself grow closer and closer to the brink— “Stop, mm’wanna cum in you.” he grunts, one of his big hands finds your throat, turning you to look up at him before he slams his lips against yours again. Your stomach flips and any objections are muffled by his puffy lips, his calloused fingers tightening around your jaw softly. You let go of his cock, straightening yourself back up and removing your leg from between his thighs. His hand moves to hold you steady by the nape of your neck, biting your lip as he kisses you. You moan softly into his mouth when you feel his over hand slide up your abdomen and to your left breast, groping the meat there.

He moves both his hands to your waist, turning you with him so that his back faces the tile wall while yours faces the glass doors. Tenya has to force you off of his lips to turn you around, facing you towards the doors. You pant as he presses you softly against the foggy glass, your cheek wiping the dew away. His hands land on your hips, his thick erection resting against the valley of your ass. He huffed behind you, his hands admiring every inch of your curves as you watched slack-jawed against the glass. Grinding against your ass, you hum, resting your palms on the glass while you push your hips back against his. Tenya leans down to kiss your shoulder blades with a gentle smile, muttering softly into your skin.

“Missed you so bad,” you moan at his words, moving your feet as he kicks your ankles open. The dominant hand on your hip moves over your navel before his skilled fingers find your cunt, using his index and middle finger to tease your clit. Your legs shake as he twirls his fingers in circles.

“Mm’Tenya, please—“ you mewl and he shifts his balance, straightening up his back. One hand leaves your hips to curl around his dick, angling himself for your cunt. Your husband uses his thumb to spread your lips, before he teases your clit with his cockhead. You shiver, pelvis twitching as he pushes himself against your puffy bud. He plays with his cock around your cunt, lathering himself in your arousal before he finally braces himself to enter you.

His thick cock slips in with little to no resistance, and you can’t help but hold your breath at the stretch. Your husband groans as he pushes himself in until your hips are flush together and his testicles tease your clit. His hands find purchase on your hips once more, keeping you steady as your knees quiver.

“Mmhhf…” you huff, pressing your forehead against the glass. He slowly pulls back, staring at how your pussy tries to suck him back in. “God, you always feel so good…” your husband mutters under his breath, keeping you spread with his thumbs. He pulls back until he’s barely inside of you before torturing you with another slow thrust, shoving himself balls deep again.

“D—Don’t tease me, Tenya…” your eyes flutter shut when his cockhead glides over that one fucking spot, “Fffuuck.”

He shushes you, gripping your hips tighter. “Just…” he trails off, biting his tongue. He pulls his hips back again, before thrusting back faster this time. He’s driving you fucking insane, but holy fucking shit does your husband have the cock of a god so you can’t complain. “Stay still, honey.”

His words roll off his damn tongue like molasses even though he’s starting to pick up the pace. His balls slap lightly against your clit as he keeps filling you with himself over and over. One hand leaves your hip to grip your shoulder, forcing you back on his cock as he starts to fuck you like a feral man. You spew moans from your mouth as he suddenly starts a rough pace. You move your face to rest your cheek against the glass, glancing back at him as he fucks you from behind.

Your sweet husband glances up at you with a smirk, slowing down just to spite you. Your eyes flutter shut with a pathetic moan, letting him manhandle you how he wants. He moves you closer to the glass so that your back is flush with his chest, doing this all while he is completely still inside you. You wince as your hard nipples slide against the cold glass doors, before his hands come to grope your tits.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters into your ear while he starts to speed his hips back up until he’s fucking barreling his cock into you, and the only thing you can to is cling to the glass like some fucking frog. Those big hands of his bite down hard into your tits, making you cry a painful moan. “Mm’my beautiful fucking wife—“ Tenya groans, and keeps fucking you into the glass until the panes shake, your eyes rolling back into your head before they flutter shut at his compliment. You can help but squeeze him tighter and tighter, your legs starting to shake as he fucks you closer to your orgasm.

“Tenya— mmfffhh, fuck—“ you mewl, “‘Gonna make mmm— cum—“ he suckles your neck at your words, nipping and biting at your skin as he keeps his pace, his dick brushing over right where you need him over and over. You tense, moans getting caught in your throat as you start to come around his cock, your knees buckling under yours and his weight. He lets go of your breasts and catches you, but he doesn’t stop his pace. You hold onto him, gritting your teeth as he bites into your shoulder as he comes, shooting all of his pent up arousal into you. Your husband gasps against your skin as he pushes himself as far as he can, making sure to coat every inch of your cunt with his semen.

“Hmm, Tenya.” You hummed with a pleased expression on your face. He hurries his face into your neck with a sigh, “Sorry, I might’ve been too…”

You shook your head before interrupting him, “No, I liked it.”

You sighed, “we're gonna have to shower again.” Tenya chuckled, “We’ve already wasted so much water.”

THANK YOU FOR READING! if you wish to see more of me, ₊⊹

my carrd // kofi (tip me!). // kinktober 2024

[redflagshipwriter]

Chef Beef 2/2

Part 1

Thursday

11:30 AM.

Only a few more days left of this experiment. Jason wasn’t sure if he was dreading the end or looking forward to it. Streaming twice a day was kind of a lot, but it was also invigorating.

Jason heaved a sigh at his screen, mostly joking in his exasperation. His viewers were little shits. “I already pounded it.” He held up the tenderized steak. “I pounded it within an inch of its life– in bed, against the wall, on the floor–” Jason cut himself off from reading the comments incredulously. “In the kitchen!” He scowled at his fans. “I am not pounding meat anywhere but in a clean kitchen.” He shook his head and scoffed. “I will tenderize one more steak, if you really need to see it. Pay enough attention this time to notice the sterile environment.”

Raven sighed deeply. “I will explode the head of the next puerile loser to comment,” she threatened. She snapped her fingers at the viewers, nails setting off sparks and smoke. “Do not make me read those words.”

Jason gave a theatrical shudder.

She squinted at the comment section. “Are you Nightwing?” she asked him wryly. He was probably the only person who could tell that she was laughing her ass off internally. “They can’t think of another reason for us to know each other.”

Jason jumped so hard he nearly hit his finger with the mallet. “No! Christ.” He shook his head. “We look nothing alike.”

The chat exploded with commentary. He ignored it with a laugh and went back to work. Dick must be giggling his ass off.

A few minutes later, he was explaining the miso-yuzu topping for his steak when he noticed a familiar name dropping another sticker. 

Hey, wait. He frowned. “HawaiiHunk2?” He read incredulously. “You the same motherfucker that got blocked yesterday? You are thirsty, buddy.” 

Raven put down her spoon and leaned over to see the screen. “Ew,” she said, screwing her whole face up.

“Miso hungry for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺,” HawaiiHunk2 had said. Definitely the same fucker. 

“I’ve got it.” GOATman typed up rapidly. 

Jason waited a moment for the notification that the guy was blocked to appear. Nothing. But HawaiiHunk2 never sent another message. Huh. Maybe he’d missed it somehow? “Thanks, GOATman,” he said. He stopped stirring his mix and set the bowl aside. “Imma see you again for dinner, right?”

GOATman sent a yes and a flood of emojis.

“Someone has a comparison, look at this.” Raven gave up any pretense of helping and leaned both elbows on his counter. He made an aggrieved noise. “They’ve got screenshots of us standing next to each other and…” she frowned. “Where did you get this image?” she said, sounding dangerous. 

Jason looked over. “...Nerd,” he said. Someone had found a high quality shot of Raven and Nightwing and used her as a scale to do math about how big both men were. “You’re doing math? Embarrassing.”

“This image proves that you are taller than Nightwing,” said Kissy6000, a certified freak. “If her stated height is accurate, you are 5 inches taller than Nightwing, and your thighs are an additional 4 inches in circumference compared to his.”

“And much more swole,” added BicepMan. “Nightwing wishes he was built like that.”

He choked on a laugh, because that was kind of mean to his manager. “Back to twice baked potatoes,” Jason said pointedly. “We are almost done.”

He took the first bite on camera, as he always did. “Yupp,” he pronounced, “this is delicious.” 

“I agree.” Raven licked her spoon. “I will probably never cook again, but I may manifest on your welcome mat and beg.”

“That’s more polite than my brothers,” he told her, and then turned his attention to his viewers. “Tell me if you make it– hell yeah, I will repost your picture,” Jason promised. “Mm, do I– I don’t see any relevance, BicepMan,” Jason scoffed. “Do I like redheads? Off topic. Blocked and deleted,” he joked. Then he held up his hands in a stop gesture. “Not for real, GOATman.”

That was an asinine inquiry. He shook his head with a laugh. 

Obviously he liked redheads. No one could have survived extended contact with Dick’s goddamn menagerie of redheaded hottie hangalongs as a teenager without forming a preference. But it was inoculating. The average redhead on the street could not shake him anymore. He had managed to stay cool under the pressure of extended conversation with redheads hotter than these civilians could have ever dreamed of. Fuck. 

BicepMan sent crying emojis. Jason waved it off with a hand and tried very hard to forget his teenage fixations. “Whatever. You can live, but you now owe me a picture– no, a picture of food. If it looks shit, I am going to make fun of it on my next stream, so you had better put your whole ass into it.” He tried his potatoes. “Mm, very good.” He showed a forkful to the camera. “Cheers. Fuck off now.” He cut the feed and then tore through his meal. 

He had a simple meal for his evening stream. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but this was really growing on him. Maybe Jason was one of the lonely losers who would benefit from eating meals with someone. He considered this as he chatted back and forth with GOATman. “This is nice,” he said out loud. “Maybe I should go eat with my family more.” 

GOATman sent him 100 dollars. 

“Jesus,” Jason said, startled. “I don’t need your money. But thanks. You think it’s a good idea?” He wondered, cutting a slice of his tart. 

“I think your family would love to have you over.”

The sincerity nearly made his skin crawl. Jason fidgeted. “I don’t know, my dad and I have a troubled relationship.” He sighed and put down his fork to rub at his face. “We’re both stubborn.”

“You can resolve it.” 

“You are so positive, GOATman.” Jason huffed a laugh. “Maybe. I’ll see my Dad later, maybe I’ll see if he wants me over.” 

Later that night on patrol, Jason made a point of swinging to the north end of his patrol radius. He tended to overlap with Bruce’s route there.

As expected, bat ears pricked up in the distance. Jason tried not to fidget as he waited. “Red Hood,” Batman said, landing down. “Everything alright?” 

Jason nodded. “It’s good,” he said, feeling very stupid. How was he going to walk the conversation around to maybe coming over for dinner? “I-”

Red Robin cut into the comm line. “Batman, do we have any indication that Luthor is up to something unusual?”

Batman went tense. “Why?”

“A localized EMP went off and ruined Superboy’s phone, laptop, and his family smartfridge today at 12:16 this afternoon,” Red Robin reported, sounding awfully serious for such a stupid topic. Jason stifled a snicker in his glove. “I noticed because he usually sends me thirsty- he sends a lot of reports on his days, normally.” He overcorrected himself, flustered.

Batman hummed. Jason shook his head and got out his grapple, grateful for the exit from this conversation. “Perhaps he was misusing his devices,” Batman said. “The fridge is an unfortunate casualty.”

Jason turned the channel off before he had to hear any more about Superboy’s technological woes.

Friday

“Dear Jason!”

He sat up with a start, not ten minutes after he had gone to bed. Dick was grinning at him like a ghoul, holding out his phone in the darkness of his bedroom. He was still in his Nightwing costume. His gloves were off, so Jason could see that he had a fresh manicure for the first time in a while.

‘I need bug spray or some shit.’

“...Kory,” Jason said groggily. “Good morning.” He laid back down with a groan.

“Good morning!” she chirped. “I am looking forward to our video collaboration today! What should I wear for this occasion?”

Oh, fuck. He stared at his ceiling, struck immobile by horror. He was going to be trapped in his kitchen for more than an hour with one of the most attractive people on earth. Why was this happening to him?

He turned a thoroughly wounded expression on Dick. Dick shrugged. “Wardrobe?” He prompted. 

…He did not want to pick out clothes for Kory. That was… no, that was dangerous territory.

Why was she asking him? Was this a normal thing for a celebrity to care about?

Jason ran a hand through his hair and cursed his life. “I don’t care,” he said. “A ballgown. A swimsuit. Old sweats. You literally always look good.” A bit too much sincerity crept into his voice at the end. 

Dick flinched.

“You as well!” She sang out. “Let us make a bargain! We will wear the shortest of shorts, and shirts that show our arms! The viewers will find it extremely invigorating.” He just knew she was flexing on the other end of the line.

Jason thought over that for a moment. “I don’t think I own Daisy Dukes.”

Dick tossed the phone onto his bed and started shuffling through Jason’s dresser. He retrieved a pair of jeans and then walked off with them into another room. 

It took a moment for the pin to drop. He sat up. “Dick!”

A rip cut through the air as Dick converted his jeans into shorts.

Jason laid back down mournfully. “I have short shorts,” he reported to Kory. “Okay. Wanna coordinate a color or anything?”

She cheerfully demurred. Jason ended the call and then hauled his sore body out to glare at his shitty older brother. “Don’t you have any pride? You know damn well that putting Kory on my livestream is gonna be really weird.”

Dick shrugged. “This hurts, but my rent is paid up for the rest of the year,” he said philosophically. “I can cry into a pile of paid bills.” He held up a pair of horrifically short cut-off jeans with a self satisfied smirk. “I’m going to get a car. You need to work in a reference to this credit card company by the way, say you use them for shopping for groceries.” He tossed a contract on the bed.

Jason blinked. “…How much money am I making?” He asked, baffled. “I haven’t looked at my accounts.” 

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re an asshole,” he said fondly, in a truly incredible bit of projection. “Sleep tight!” He slammed the door on his way out. 

Jason laid there for a long and miserable moment, mind ticking unwillingly. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep, especially if he was going to deal with how catastrophically hot Kory was. Jason swallowed, hard. He tried not to think about her triceps. In his house. Kory and her hair and her everything, in his home. Holy shit.

He couldn’t sleep. He had to get up and scrub his home from top to bottom. What if Kory pulled the fridge out from the wall and saw the crumbs back there, huh? What if she needed to crawl under his sofa and saw that he had used it to hide an imperfection in the wall molding? 

Once that was done, Jason took his nervous energy to the grocery store and changed his damn mind half a dozen times about what he wanted to make. 

“Don’t be mad,” Dick texted him, an hour before go time.

What did that mean.

Jason called him immediately. Dick rejected the call. He stared at the phone, genuinely fearful. What did that even mean? How could it get worse?

He called again.

Dick’s phone was off.

He dialed up Barbie. “Hey, what is Dick up to?” Jason asked nervously, as soon as the line connected. 

She laughed in his ear and ended the call.

He paced around his kitchen. “That’s cool,” he said. “That’s fine. It probably doesn’t mean anything.” 

He found out what it meant when Kory knocked on his door and breezed in a cloud of perfume to land a kiss on his cheek. “Jason!” She announced, way too loudly. “We are so excited!” Her incredible hair sort of lashed and sparked in the air.

He reeled, a hand to his cheek. “What,” he said, like a dumbass. We? Oh no. It was a plural situation.

Roy Harper came in after her and kicked the door shut, arms… out. And bulging. “Yeah, we brought some stuff,” he said, as if Jason had noticed the goddamn tote bags he was hefting. Jason hadn’t gotten that far.

Jason made a wounded sound. 

‘If Wally West or Barbara Gordon shows up, I’m leaving. This won’t be my apartment anymore. I’m not strong enough for this. Is Dick mad at me?’

“What’s that?” he said weakly, trying to get his hormones under control. Jason held onto the countertop to stay standing. He needed help. He needed one of those LifeAlert devices. Someone should call an ambulance immediately. His heart was going too fast and it hurt.

Roy grinned at him. It was so white and perfect that it hurt his brain a little. He dropped the totes on the counter and then dug out two honeydew melons. “Perfect melons!” he said, holding them up to his chest.

Jason made a sound like a strangled cat.

Kory threw her head back and laughed. “That is too funny, friend Roy,” she said. She floated over and snatched out some grapefruits. “They resemble your large pectorals!”

Roy grinned at her and sort of jiggled the fruit. “Thanks for noticing,” he said, and then he looked back at Jason. “Some of your followers had some rather… scientific curiosity.”

He tried to make a noise. Nothing came out.

“Yes,” Kory said, idly tossing fruit up and down. “You crushed a root vegetable in your hand. It has spurred inquiries such as, “Can a melon be cracked open in the bend of your arm? Will it crack or be crushed, or will it be unaffected?” Her grin turned extremely mischievous. “I thought we should all try it!” She dashed in between the two men and gave a squeeze to each of their arms. “That is why I thought that we should not wear the sleeves today! It will be easier to clean ourselves.”

Dick was a dead man. He could pay his bills in hell.

They started the stream. He introduced his guests. Jason was in such a fugue state that he knew damn well he wouldn’t remember what had happened. He stammered his way through the introduction so severely that Kory patted his back and then cheerfully announced they were going to make fruit juice!

“We will begin with guavas.” Kory pulled them out with a flourish. “Let us crush them with our hands!” She grinned to the camera. 

Jason managed one look at her crushing fruit between her palms and then went back into survival mode. He wanted to lick her hands. He wanted to join a monastery.

“Next, oranges. I wanted to see if we could juice them inside the rind. What do you think?” Roy gave the screen a winsome smile and a piece of fruit a teasing squeeze.

“Oh!” Kory floated upwards in her excitement. “Let us take turns crushing them with our biceps! Everyone, please observe.” 

“This is debatably sanitary,” Roy said, and then effortlessly crushed his orange over the bowl. It flattened and spurted out violently.

Jesus.

Jason watched, transfixed, as juice dripped down his arm. Kory crowed a laugh and then copied him. Jason let himself be bullied into it next. Why not? This might as well be happening to him. 

HawaiiHunk2 returned just long enough to type up an all caps scream. He then disappeared from the list of viewers. 

Relatable. He was right. For once in his miserable and horny little life, HawaiiHunk2 was right. It was better to run away.

“Next!” Kory brandished two melons. The chat exploded into incoherency. “Let us attempt the honeyed melons! Their rind is very thick.”

Jason looked at the orange juice drying on his arm. 

“Looks sticky,” Roy said casually. Too casually. “Need me to clean that up for you?” He stuck his tongue out ever so slightly.

Jason reflexively made the sign of the cross. 

“We also have watermelons!”

“God help me,” Jason begged. He gripped the counter hard.

“I have heard that it is an internet challenge to crush them in one’s muscular thighs! We, too, shall crush watery melons!”

“Yeah, buddy,” Roy said, extremely unhelpful. “Lucky we are all in such short shorts.” He twined around to show the camera his flank, lifting a leg. His thigh muscles flexed.

Jason didn’t really remember the rest of the stream. He didn’t remember ending it. It was sort of a rush of blood and hormones. He just survived the experience, honestly.

When it was all over, Kory and Roy each kissed a cheek and then bustled out with cheerful efficiency. They said something about going to blow up a warlord. Or something. He didn’t really know English anymore.

“Good luck,” Jason said, dazed. He sat down on his floor. His laptop and phone chimed constantly with notifications. Me too, buddy, he thought. 

His window slid open and Dick crawled in like Sadako. “Yooooo,” the world’s worst sibling crooned. He tumbled into the room with a roll and then landed in a crouch. He giggled to himself, the white light from his phone reflecting on his face. “Oh, hey, did you see Tim’s message? Someone set off another EMP at the Kent farm during your livestream.” He snickered. An app made a ping noise, as a transaction registered. Dick threw his head back and cackled. “I have infinite money now! I don’t care about using paid vs unpaid leave anymore. I am going to get a 401k and health insurance! I am never going to die.” He threw himself back into the sofa and kicked his feet in the air.

Jason looked at his phone, seeking something that would numb the pain of his brother’s happiness. 

His back went rigid.

He opened his messages. He scrolled past the 102 unopened messages from Kon, as was his habit. The top one said, “I am free ton….”

That was unimportant. He had unopened messages from both Kory and Roy.

Roy

You looked hot as hell today. 🔥 u free tonight? 👅 🫦 what else them thighs do?  🍈 

Kory

Jason! 💕 You have the cleanest sofa I have ever seen. ✨ Let us spend some time upon it together and cause it to become filthy and possibly broken! 💋 🍑  💪 

He looked at Dick. He looked back at his phone and the R U up style messages from two of Dick’s exes. He looked again at how heinously happy Dick was. 

“Hey, Dick,” Jason said slowly. He felt a terrible smile creeping across his face. 

He had the power to make all of that go away. 

Dick stopped smiling. He went very still, like a meerkat in the grass. “…What up?” 

“C’mere.”

[hotshotsxyz]

doctor, doctor, give me the news

(buddie) (1.4k words) (8x05 spec) y'all i think i kind of went off with this one

Tommy flinches. It’s a quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing that he quickly turns into a playful cringe, but for a second, it was real. It was real and Buck saw it and he doesn’t know how to unsee it.

He pulls his phone out and opens the camera so he can see it for himself, and okay, yeah, it’s not great. But also—they’re both firefighters. Buck’s seen way worse than swollen, red skin, and he’s sure Tommy has too.

“Afraid of the curse now?” he asks lightly instead of voicing the thought.

“Um, yeah, I think you’ve convinced me,” Tommy replies.

Buck squints at his own image. “What do you think it is?”

“Other than a curse?” Tommy asks.

Buck nods.

“Honestly, Evan, I have no idea. Maybe we should call in some back-up.”

“What?” Buck asks, brow furrowing. “Like some kind of curse breaker?”

Tommy snorts. “Like someone with a little more medical training,” he replies.

“Oh, yeah that—that’s probably a good idea,” Buck says. He feels himself flush even redder.

“You want me to call Hen? Or Chimney, maybe?” Tommy asks.

Buck shakes his head. “They’re taking the kids to a haunted hayride today. I’ll text Eddie.”

Tommy’s nose wrinkles a little, and Buck can’t help but wonder which part of what he just said Tommy didn’t like. He types out a quick message.

SOS. curse real. need paramedic diaz asap

Eddie’s reply is almost instantaneous and comes in three short messages.

not a paramedic

and curses aren’t real

I’m on my way

Buck looks up from his phone. “He’ll be here soon,” he says.

“That was fast,” Tommy observes.

Buck shrugs. For a second he considers sending Eddie a selfie, something to prepare him for the not-so-pleasant sight of his face, but he—

He kind of wants to see if Eddie flinches, too.

Eddie’s key turns in the lock and Tommy shoots Buck an odd look. He’d try to parse it, but he’s really starting to feel how much his face hurts and he kind of just wants Eddie to hurry up and fix it. He stands and walks past the stairs in time to see him shut the door.

“Ouch,” Eddie hisses as soon as he catches sight of whatever it is his face is doing now. It’s not a flinch. If anything, he sways forward like he might at a scene. Assessing. Ready to jump in as soon as he’s formed a plan.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Told you I’m cursed.”

Eddie lets out a light laugh. “Mm, I think I’m supposed to be the one making the diagnosis here,” he says.

He ushers Buck to the kitchen table, sets his med kit down, and pulls out a chair for him.

“Gee,” Buck says, “A guy could get used to this kind of medical care.”

Eddie grins. “Doctor Diaz, at your service,” he says, holding out a hand for Buck to shake.

Buck huffs a soft laugh and takes it. “I’ll be a good patient, I promise,” he says.

“Don’t start lying to me now,” Eddie replies, eyes twinkling.

Across the table, Tommy chokes.

Buck drops Eddie’s hand and looks over at him. “You okay?” he asks.

“Mm,” Tommy hums. “Just uh—got some spit down the wrong pipe.”

Buck frowns but doesn’t push it any further. He looks back at Eddie and finds him rummaging through his kit with a pen light between his teeth. He makes a triumphant noise and turns to Buck.

“Alright, let’s see,” Eddie says softly.

He steps into the space between Buck’s legs, and Buck’s brain kind of just—freezes.

“Look up for me?” Eddie prompts, and when Buck doesn’t—can’t—immediately comply, Eddie presses two fingers beneath his chin and guides it up until suddenly the only thing Buck can see are Eddie’s eyes. “Thought you we’re going to be a good patient,” Eddie murmurs.

All at once, Buck’s brain unfreezes, skipping right past calm and into hyperdrive. Because—because—he’s looking at Eddie and Eddie’s thumb is skating across the skin that’s just beneath the worst of the swelling  and Buck can feel it and surely Eddie’s touched his face before except—except—no, Buck’s pretty sure he hasn’t but now that he has Buck’s never going to be able to forget the way it feels because he knows it should hurt, it should, but it doesn’t and he kind of never wants Eddie to stop touching him and that’s—that’s—

“—hurt?” Eddie asks, only Buck misses 90% of the question so instead of answering he hums vaguely and watches Eddie’s face twist in sympathy.

Eddie starts dabbing something on Buck’s face, hydrocortisone maybe, or triple anti-biotic—whatever it is it feels cool and nice and as Eddie concentrates on his task he bites down on his lip and suddenly Buck can’t look at anything else, can’t look at the furrow in Eddie’s brow can’t look at the ceiling can’t—

“You think he’ll live?” Tommy asks dryly.

Buck feels like he’s been doused with cold water.

Eddie’s lips, those lips that he still can’t bring himself to look away from, twitch into a small smile. “Depends,” he says. “Has anyone figured out how to break the curse?”

It punches a laugh out of Buck’s chest, the kind that comes out in a single syllable and with a rush of air. Eddie takes a step back and finally Buck feels like his brain is returning from the stratosphere, back to its baseline level of chaos.

“So—” Buck tries, but it comes out rough. He clears his throat. “What’s uh—what’s the diagnosis.”

Eddie frowns. “Honestly? It kind of looks like spider bites.”

Tommy’s chair clatters back, and when Buck looks over he’s suddenly standing.

“Babe?” Buck asks, but it feels gummy and unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I, um—not a fan of spiders,” he squeaks.

Eddie blows out a soft breath that Buck’s pretty sure only he could recognize as laughter.

“You don’t have to stick around,” Buck says, and he swears he means stick around the loft, but—but—“I’m okay, I’ve got the second best doctor in Los Angeles looking after me.”

“Second!” Eddie exclaims, mock affronted.

“Hen,” Buck replies with a shrug.

Eddie heaves a dramatic sigh. “You’re not wrong.”

Tommy looks between them, a deep furrow in his brow. “Yeah,” he says. “I’ll uh—I’ll head out.” He backs toward the door, then pauses as he gets a hand on the knob. “See you tomorrow?” he directs at Buck.

“’Course,” Buck replies, and he’s pretty sure if Tommy had asked him that this morning his reply would’ve sounded soft and sweet to his own ear, but now Buck doesn’t hear much of anything at all.

Tommy nods once, and then he’s gone.

Buck looks back at Eddie, and god, he tries. He tries so hard not to notice the long line of Eddie’s legs where he’s leaning against the table, not quite sitting on it. He tries not to think about that soft curl, the one that makes an appearance more often than not these days, the one that rests against his forehead. He wants—he doesn’t—Eddie’s not—

Buck stands abruptly, except Eddie never did take more than a step back and now they’re practically nose to nose and Buck isn’t sure if he’s still breathing. Eddie’s head tips to the side and Buck—there’s not a thing he can do to stop the freight train that is his imagination, and oh, he can see it. He can feel it.

All at once he’s sure that if Eddie Diaz were to lean in and kiss him—right now, or a year from now, or a decade—if Eddie kissed him, Buck would be ruined in every sense of the word. He’d never be able to kiss another person without seeing Eddie, feeling Eddie, tasting Eddie and—

He wouldn’t want to.

Buck takes a stumbling step back and knocks into his chair, making it clatter the same way Tommy’s had. And fuck, for a second he didn’t even—

“Buck?” Eddie asks, all concern and kindness and wide brown eyes.

“Fine!” Buck says. “I’m fine. You—you, uh—do you want—” Me? Us? Something terrifying and perfect and permanent and “—water?”

Eddie’s brows knit together. “Sure,” he says. “But sit back down. Let me get it.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. He sinks into his chair.

Eddie grabs two glasses out of his cabinet without even pausing to think and fills them with the Brita he already knew was in Buck’s fridge and snags a coaster that he bought before placing one of the glasses in front of Buck.

“Seriously,” he says, settling into the chair closest to him and leaning forward, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, and he’s honest to god not even sure if he’s lying.

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. JUST FOR SCIENCE !

⤷ SMUT ﹫ nerd!tsukishima kei x fem!reader ﹫ mdni ﹫ university au!

⚠︎ mdni, (kinda rough?) fingering, dirty talk kinda, p with plot, established relationship .ᐟ.ᐟ

it was a req! but I weirdly couldn’t answer it so, here!!

Tsukishima had been deep in a study session at the university library when you sent the message. He almost didn’t check it—his phone buzzed against the table, and he rolled his eyes before flipping it over lazily. The preview alone made his entire body lock up:

“Babe I saw this vid and thought of u. Try it on me later?”

Attached was a screenshot from a TikTok that screamed chaos. It featured some guy, dead serious, explaining how to make a girl squirt—his voice flat, instructional: _“Press down right here on her lower stomach, tense your fingers hard, and shake—_like actually shake—if you do it right, she’ll flood.”

Tsukishima had paused, blinked once. Then again.

And again.

Of course you would send something like that.

He’d cleared his throat and tilted his screen away from Yamaguchi, who was mid-rant about some biochem professor being a demon in human form. Kei pretended to nod along, face schooled into neutrality, but his ears burned red hot. He tried to shove the image out of his mind—your voice asking him to try it on you, the mental picture of your thighs trembling under his hand, your face twisted in overwhelmed pleasure.

God, he was not going to survive the rest of this class.

⸻

By the time he got back to the apartment, his brain was a mess of formulas, suppressed hard-ons, and way too many tabs open on his laptop—half were lecture notes, the rest were very, very specific Reddit threads.

The place was dim and warm when he walked in, the lights low, the curtains drawn. You were already there, stretched out on his bed in nothing but one of his hoodies, scrolling your phone like you hadn’t just ruined him in the middle of a public academic setting.

He dropped his bag and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

You didn’t look up. “Learn anything in class today?”

Kei kicked off his shoes and stalked over. “Mm. Something like that.”

You smirked but barely had time to react before he was over you—knees pressing into the mattress, one hand bracing beside your head, the other pushing your thighs apart with no preamble. He didn’t even kiss you first. He just looked at you with a sharp, unreadable gaze and murmured, “Still want me to try it?”

You blinked. “Try wha—oh.”

Then it hit. You swallowed.

He leaned down and kissed the side of your neck, slowly. “Don’t get shy now. You asked for this, didn’t you?” His voice was low and lazy, but his fingers already curled into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down. “Sent me fucking tutorials in public.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You liked it.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m letting it slide.” He ghosted his knuckles along your inner thigh. “You made me sit through a 90-minute lecture with a hard-on. You’re paying for that.”

Your stomach flipped. You spread your legs a little wider, feeling heat pulse through your core. He sat back and took in the sight like he was memorizing it—your body under him, already flushed and open.

Tsukishima rolled his sleeves up. “Let’s be clear—this is science.”

You snorted. “Science, huh?”

“I’m testing a hypothesis,” he said, dry. “Let’s see if your little video was telling the truth.”

⸻

He was careful at first—methodical. It was annoyingly hot how analytical he got about it.

Two fingers in, slow. A curl. A press.

He watched your face like he was taking notes in his head.

“That it?” he asked. “Right there?”

You gasped, hips twitching. “Yes—yes, that’s it—”

His glasses slid a little down his nose as he adjusted, leaning forward for better leverage. His fingers pressed deeper, and this time he added pressure with the heel of his hand to your pelvis. You cried out, thighs tensing.

“Okay,” he muttered more to himself. “Now… tense up the forearm…”

You could feel it—his entire arm stiffening. Then his fingers shook, a small, fast motion inside you that felt like a jolt of electricity.

You arched, moaning, nails digging into his wrist. “Kei—!”

“There it is,” he said softly, like he’d just discovered a new species.

He kept going, movements precise but brutal, and you were unraveling fast. He pressed down harder, rubbed exactly where you needed it from inside, and when your stomach jumped under his palm, he glanced up with a smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “That tension right here—that’s your bladder shifting. But don’t worry. You’re not going to piss yourself.”

“Wh—what—?”

He was still talking. “Squirting is basically a form of female ejaculation—it’s expelled from the urethra, but chemically, it’s not urine. The Skene’s glands—sometimes called the female prostate—produce a fluid when stimulated—”

“Kei—!” you gasped.

“—and when the anterior wall of the vagina is stimulated enough, like this—” he curled his fingers harder, grinding them into that spot again, “—it builds pressure until the pelvic floor releases.”

You were close. Too close.

“I—I think I’m gonna—wait—I don’t know if—”

He didn’t stop. “It’s fine. Let it go. It’s just your body responding to stimuli—completely natural, really. Biomechanics at its best—”

You slammed a hand over your face, panting. “K-kei, just shut up—!”

He laughed, dark and low. “Oh? You want me to stop being educational while you soak my bed?”

“I’m serious—!” your voice cracked, and then your body tensed, thighs shaking, muscles locking up so hard you thought you might explode.

Then—

It hit. Hard.

A sudden rush, a high-pitched cry ripped from your throat as your body convulsed, hips jerking up against his hand. You felt warmth, wetness, everything crashing down in an overwhelming wave. Your legs refused to stop twitching.

You lay there gasping, limp, soaked, and stunned.

Kei pulled his fingers out slow, slick and glistening. His face was flushed, his glasses slightly fogged. He looked at his hand like a scientist who just cracked open a star.

“Huh,” he said calmly. “It worked.”

You swatted him weakly. “I can’t believe you talked through the whole thing.”

He smirked. “It helped, didn’t it?”

You groaned. “You’re the worst.”

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to your jaw. “And yet you still squirted all over my sheets.”

You rolled onto your side, completely boneless. “Shut up and take your pants off.”

He stripped in record time.

a/n : im sorry if its not good, i just can’t write for tsukishima, i find myself struggling to write for a character i don’t really like. (no hate!) so pls don’t ask me for tsukishima again cuz i lowkey think its bad :(

[lustychan]

☆HE EATS PUSSY LIKE A VACUUM

Iiruma x FEM reader

Cunnilingus, he's basically a sub, not proof read.

(He needs more recognition he's so cute / relatable)

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You just started working at a new company, you've made a couple friends but there's one person that keeps catching your eye even if others might consider him "dull". It all started when both of you were working overtime and he brought back some onigiri for both of you, everything was normal until you caught a glimpse of him eating and it left you shocked, why did he look so cute yet erotic while eating!!?? You rubbed your eyes thinking your imaging things from being tired but fortunately you were wrong, seeing this made you see him in a whole different light.

After a long work day you were hungry so you decided to go to the local bar, coincidentally you bumped into Iiruma and it looked like he was alone so you decided to say hello (and maybe get to eat with him).

" Ah hello Iiruma-san may I join you? " Even though he was very much into what he was eating he still looked up at you and mumbled out a shy yes, deciding not to converse you just sat and watched him enjoy his meal while ordering some beer for yourself. Before long it already became late and it was time to go home, you offered to walk with him to the station, while walking together you immersed in small talk and while talking you realized Iiruma was really shy and constantly blushing around you (it was hardly noticeable on his dead panned face but you were able to catch it) once you guys reached the station he realized the last train for him had already left.

Seizing this opportunity you instantly offered for him to stay at your place for the night so he wasn't out so late, eventually he said yes making you inwardly cheer. When you reached your apartment you told him to shower first and offered your biggest t-shirt and sweatpants to him, after he came out you went and showered.

After showering you came out and saw him on the couch, wanting to tease him a little you sit right next to him very close. "So Iiruma-san is there anyone you're interested in at the office?"

"Ab no not really" he said nervously but him reacting this way made you want to teaser him more, poking his shoulder you ask if him of he's really telling the truth, blushing he starts to shyly admit that he kinda does have interest in you and would love to go out and eat with you. Hearing him admit this made you falter and you can feel your face start dto heat up and you stupidly you stuttered out "If y-you really want to show how much you like me then do it" you guide his hand to your breast, you slip out a moan when you messaged it gently.

You fall back on the couch dragging him down with you, you can see how much he's blushing while hovering over you "Since you like eating so much you should try and eat me" you said while smirking, he seems to get what you're hinting at so he slowly goes down and shakily pulls down your pants, he sticks his tongue out and licks at your clothed pussy. He draws down your pretty panties with his teeth, he gives your cunt small kitten likes making you whimper, taking this as a good sign he starts sucking on your clit making you even louder "A-ah ngh ah, ah k-keep going your doing good" you said moaning trying to keep quiet you put a hand over your mouth, while sucking in your clit he inserts one finger slowly pumping it in and out. "NGH?! Ah mm" you moaned out into your hands at the sudden intrusion, he pulls away from you clit with your juices on his lip, hesitantly he licks his lip and suddenly goes still suddenly dives back down and starts eating you out harder, removing his fingers he inserts his tongue inside you tasting and licking your walls basically making out with your cunt, he starts whimpering sending vibrations making you moan out even hard. At this point you can feel yourself about to cum, your hands reach his hair and gripped it with some force pushing yourself more on his tongue, you soon reached your climax Cumming all over his face, it looked liked straight out of some porno.

He pulls away and uses his finger to gather your juices and licks it, you didn't stop him because it looked like he was enjoying him self a lot sporting the same erotic expression he makes when he eats something tasty.

[mapsthewanderer]

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☘︎ CALEB’S GIRL TOY

Synopsis: You don’t know his name. He doesn’t want to know yours. What you do know is that he’s chosen you—not for who you are, but for who you resemble. And you said yes. This is a fantasy you were never meant to be part of, but you’re already playing the part. He’s charming, commanding, impossibly hot—and somewhere beneath the control, something cracks. But not for you. Because you were never supposed to matter. Just a stand-in. Just a girl toy—for Caleb.

Details: 3000 words of unhinged dom energy. 18+ stuff. Notinoti stuff. No s*x, but plenty sexy time heeeh. Expect sexual tension, humiliation, control, and the kind of mouthwatering, mind-warping power play only Colonel Caleb can deliver. Submissive reader POV, nonMC fem. And yes—he’s broken. Of course he is. You’re welcome. (Just a lil drabble pilot from a series I might be working on. If you like the vibe I’ll continue with more chapters)

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Borrowed Skin | Pilot

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You met him online.

No fireworks, no grand declarations. Just a message one night when you were bored and a little drunk on wine, clicking through profiles with a kind of casual hunger. His username was stupid—smug. His first message, cocky. But clever. You remember the way he phrased it like he already knew you’d answer.

C_You_Naked: ever had someone make you stand at attention through a screen?

You answered.

And now you’re weeks deep. A few messages turned into entire nights on your phone. You’ve talked about everything and nothing. Laughed until your ribs hurt. Dared each other, teased each other. You’ve exchanged photos. A few video calls. You know what his voice sounds like at 2AM when he’s tired and laughing under his breath. You know what his collarbones look like in dim lighting. You know what his belt looks like coiled in his lap.

And you know what his fingers look like wrapped around a his cock.

One night, while you were getting ready for bed—face washed, silk shorts clinging to freshly lotioned skin, the quiet hum of your room settling around you—your phone buzzed.

A message from him.

He’d sent another picture.

Not to scare you—just to tease. Playful, but with that unmistakable undercurrent he always carried.

It was a picture of something made of black leather, sleek and straight, with a short strap attached at the end—more like a flattened tongue than a proper whip. Elegant. Mean-looking. Strange. Beautiful, in the way sharp things can be. “Interrogation tool” he’d captioned it.

Followed by a winking emoji that somehow felt more like a smirk.

You’d answered with a flushed, blushing emoji. Half-shy, half-inviting. You weren’t fooling either of you.

C_You_Naked: you’re sure? you don’t even know what this thing does yet. might not be able to walk after.

The next image that came through was almost artistic—his gloved hands holding the leather, the tool curled obediently across his palm. His fingers gripped it lightly, like he was offering it. Or warning you.

Either way, it made your breath catch.

C_You_Naked: pretty little toy for a pretty little girl.

You hesitated only a second.

YOU: yes.

C_You_Naked: mm. don’t say i didn’t warn you. if you flinch, I’ll stop. if you cry, I might not.

You laughed. Flushed. Wrote something flirty back.

YOU: you’re awful.

C_You_Naked: nah. i’m careful. awful comes later. when you’re begging me not to stop.

But he never crossed the line. Not really. Every time the conversation dipped into darker waters, he checked in. Asked how you felt. Teased you, yes, but never cruelly. He’d joke and then soften it, say something stupid to make you laugh. It kept the knife edge from cutting too deep.

But he made you ache.

He’s hot—insanely so. That much is undeniable. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and a mouth that looks like it was made to sin. His hair falls in dark bangs often slipping into his eyes—eyes that feel too sharp, too steady. Like they don’t just see you, but see through you.

And his voice… the kind that hums in your chest before it ever reaches your ears. It moves like silk—teasing, amused—until it turns.

But you don’t know his name. And he doesn’t want to know yours.

You were allowed his phone number—for convenience, he’d said, like it wasn’t a privilege. And you’re allowed to call him C through text. Or Colonel—when he wants to hear it sharp between your teeth on a call.

And now, C is in your city. Like a storm that changed its path just to find you.

C: in town for a few days. want to see you. want you on your knees.

Your breath stuttered. You stared too long, the glow of the screen washing over your face—then your fingers moved, answering before your thoughts could catch up.

YOU: send me the address.

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Now it’s late, and you’re walking through the city night. Heels clicking against the pavement. The cold nips at your bare legs, sharp as teeth, but you don’t mind. You shaved. Wore perfume. Lined your lips. Every move tonight was made for him.

The hotel looms sleek and modern—expensive without being flashy. You step through the doors like you belong, head high. Your coat clings to your body, and you can feel a few eyes on you. You don’t meet them. You don’t care.

You text C.

YOU: I’m here.

With your heart hammering, you wait. You nod at the receptionist, casual. Just a girl in heels and a trench coat, standing a little too confidently to be lost.

Your phone buzzes.

C: 891. if you’re nervous, turn around. if you’re brave, knock twice. if you’re mine tonight, don’t say a word when you come in. just kneel.

Your breath leaves you in a single, shaky exhale and you walk toward the elevator, and you hold your breath.

It’s not nerves exactly. Not fear. You know what this is. You’re not naive. You’ve read between every line of his messages, caught the cold steel beneath the velvet. C isn’t here for love. Not for sweet talk or second dates.

He wants you. As in—what you can give him.

And you’ve decided you’re willing.

The elevator dings softly when it arrives. You step in alone. A low hum fills the small space. Chrome walls, sterile lighting. You watch yourself in the mirror paneling—lips slightly parted, pupils too wide, coat pulled tight across your chest. You smooth your skirt with trembling fingers. Cross one leg behind the other, then uncross. Breathe.

A small hiss as the doors close.

Eighth floor.

You ride up in silence. If there’s any soft lounge music playing in the elevator, you don’t hear it—all you can hear is the thudding of your pulse behind your ribs, loud and steady, like a warning you’re far too gone to heed.

When you step into the hallway, the carpet hushes your footsteps. Everything smells expensive—leather, pine, the soft hush of wealth. You keep your chin lifted. Count off the numbers on the doors.

885.

887.

889… 891.

You stop. Stand before it. The hallway is still, thick with quiet like something is holding its breath with you.

You reach into your bag. Pull out your compact. Your fingers are steady as you apply a thin coat of fresh lipstick. Deep red. The color you know he likes. You press your lips together once. Twice. Inhale. Exhale.

This is your last chance to walk away.

You knock.

Twice.

The door clicks open.

And you step inside.

The suite hits you first with its size, then its silence. It’s enormous—vaulted ceilings, sleek marble floors half-shadowed in warm, low lighting. And then the scent hits you, soft but distinct—his cologne. Sandalwood, clean and grounded, edged with something cooler, metallic. Underneath it all, a crisp sweetness lingers—bright, almost edible. Like something ripe just out of reach. It curls in your lungs and makes your stomach flutter.

To your right, the bathroom door is cracked open. Through it, you can see a freestanding tub near glass walls that stretch from floor to ceiling. A nighttime view of the city glitters beyond like a galaxy laid out just for you.

In the main room, a bed dominates the space—massive, wide, decadently made with dark gray sheets that gleam faintly in the low light.

And there—angled slightly away, a leather chair facing the window, not quite straight—

Him. C. The Colonel.

You stop. Just for a second.

From this view, all you see are the long lines of his legs, one draped lazily over the other. A glass glints in a gloved hand, catching the low light like polished onyx. The liquid inside is clear—water? Vodka? You can’t tell. He’s just posture and silhouette for now—pristine white uniform trousers, boots still on, black wool coat worn like armor over his shoulders.

A mystery with perfect posture. And too many secrets.

The Colonel still hasn’t turned.

“You made it,” he says, voice curling through the room like smoke. Amused.

The glass lifts in salute—graceful, effortless.

“Wardrobe’s on your left.”

And still—he doesn’t look at you.

You move before your mind can catch up. The coat slips from your shoulders like it was always meant to fall. Fingers tipped in red polish reach to unbuckle your heels—instinct, habit—

“Keep the shoes on,” C murmurs. A pause. Then, “…please.”

It’s the please that gets you.

Heels stay on. Black. Pointed. Slim.

Sharp—like the woman you thought you’d be tonight.

But as you pass the mirror near the wardrobe, something shifts. You pause. Not to fix, but to submit. To recognize what’s about to happen.

Yes. This is you. Just sharper now, softer now.

Ready to be unmade.

You nod once.

Then you walk.

Each step toward the chair sounds impossibly loud, your heels striking the floor with measured rhythm. And just before you reach him—

C rises.

And stops dead.

Staring like you’ve just knocked the air from his lungs—like something sharp hit behind the ribs and lodged there. His gaze catches on your face and stays. Mouth parted. Breath stalled. The glass in his hand lowers, forgotten.

Movement gives him away. Too fast. Too eager. Like some invisible thread yanked him forward before thought could even form

Shit.

You can see it hit him. The recognition. The mistake.

You really do look like her.

C steps closer. There’s no performance in it now. Just raw momentum.

Gloved fingers lift to your cheek. They don’t tremble—but they hover there, suspended like a question he’s afraid to ask. Then, slowly, they make contact. Leather dragging soft and firm along your skin, brushing the curve of your jaw, down the side of your neck, lingering at the delicate dip of your collarbone.

Breath slips from his nose—quiet, controlled, but not untouched by something trembling. His mouth parts slightly. What escapes is clean: minted from mouthwash, sharp and close. Beneath it, that same cologne—wood and heat and something colder, metallic—richer now, more human.

It lingers until you shiver.

Your gaze drops, instinctively following the path of his hand as it brushes your lower lip with the backs of his fingers—and that’s when you meet his eyes.

And then you see them.

Violet.

Dark.

Fractured.

They roam your face with the kind of desperation that isn’t lust—it’s hunger. A different kind. Deeper. Older. One that gnaws.

His gaze shakes as it searches yours, like he’s looking for something he knows isn’t there. Like if he stares long enough, hard enough, maybe he can conjure it.

Tears nearly push to the surface. Not yours.

His.

You see them, right there—almost—behind the violet. Not falling. But glinting, trembling at the edges of something he’s not ready to admit.

His lips press into a line.

And his eyes stay starving.

But it’s not for you.

It’s for her.

For who you resemble. For what he remembers. For something he wants, just for a night—even if it isn’t real.

Then his jaw flexes—a flicker of tension, the snap-back. The mask tightens.

Something shifts behind the Colonel’s eyes as he pulls himself from whatever memory he’d let wash over him. Like a door, quietly but firmly, shutting.

“We’re gonna have so much fun…” C lingers on the word like it tastes different on his tongue. “Just… try not to make me regret it too soon, alright?”

Then he turns away.

The coat shifts with the movement, long silhouette stirring like smoke in low light. He lifts his glass—whatever’s inside catches the light, cold enough that condensation beads along the surface. A low sip follows, and the corner of his mouth curls like he already knows what you’ll do next.

Deliberately, he coughs. Soft. Controlled. A quiet break in the silence, sharp enough to test your nerves. To see if you flinch. You don’t.

The Colonel watches you now.

Fully.

From the sharp points of your heels to the delicate curve of your collarbone, his gaze drags. One glove, then the next, peeled from his hands with unhurried precision. Each finger released like a countdown. He sets them aside on the arm of the chair—neatly—like it’s all part of a ritual he’s practiced a hundred times. A job. A rite. A claiming.

“You look like you’ll do,” he says, voice low, amused. Almost thoughtful. “But… Let’s just get something straight.”

C steps closer, hands bare now, warm and very real.

“I’m not here for your heart.” A pause. His head tilts, smile lazy. “Got too many feelings in my life already. Don’t need yours cluttering things up.”

Fingers brush your hip. “What I want tonight is simple. Your body. Your obedience.” The voice isn’t teasing anymore. The warmth from the messages, the charm in the calls—none of it followed him into this room. These aren’t requests. They’re facts, spoken like law.

He shrugs—one shoulder, lazy—and lifts a hand, gesturing toward the door like he’s dismissing an unnecessary thought.

“Everything else? Leave it there.”

The space between you shortens like it’s folding in on itself. A hand rises and he takes your chin between his fingers. He tilts your face up, and you feel it in your spine—the way the world stills in his grip.

Glittering irises find yours. Violet. Unblinking.

“When I say kneel,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing the curve of your lower lip, “you kneel.”

“When I say open your mouth, you don’t ask why.”

He leans in, breath warm against your cheek, lips brushing close—not a kiss, just proximity.

“And when I say spit on my cock…” C smiles like he’s letting the words sink in bone-deep.

“…you make it pretty.”

His grip lingers on your chin for just a second more. Then releases.

And it doesn’t feel like a threat. The way he says it—it’s not cruel. It’s honest. And the honesty might just be the cruelest part.

“Can you do that for me?” The question hangs between you like a blade. “If not… walk out. Now.”

Fingers laced behind his back, shoulders settling with that soldier’s ease, the Colonel turns his head and smiles at the door.

You say nothing.

You drop to your knees.

And the silence stretches.

One brow lifts, just a touch. His expression unreadable, save for the flicker of something close to amusement—or maybe disappointment. Like he’s letting you stew in the choice you almost missed.

“Hmm… Still not kneeling properly,” he murmurs—voice low, vibrating through your skin.

Boots shift against the marble as he steps in closer, circling you once, slow. He stops just behind you—breath brushes the crown of your head. Instinct tugs at your spine—you shift slightly, lowering your shoulders, parting your knees just a fraction more. A silent offering. A quieter shape.

“But look at that… you’re finally catching on.”

Fingers brush your hair back from your shoulder, almost tender, baring the curve of your neck.

“Took you long enough. Don’t get bratty on me now—I’m not in the mood to train tonight.”

His mouth finds the hollow where your neck meets your shoulder. Pressed right over your pulse like a warning.

“Oh—… Is that it?” His lips graze your ear. “You want me to train you?” He breathes in, slow. Almost amused. Almost not. “Tsk… You want that position, you earn it.”

A beat. Then lower—final:

“Or you can crawl back out that door and spend the rest of the night wondering what it would’ve felt like to be owned.”

And with the last word still warm on your skin, his teeth catch your earlobe—just enough to sting, just enough to steal your breath. A hand rises, steady, firm, cradling the back of your neck like a claim. A reminder. You’re his. For tonight. For this.

The marble floor bites into your knees, polished and cold. You stay still—breathing, waiting, head bowed not in hesitation, but in silent acceptance. Of the terms. Of him.

Behind you, The Colonel moves. You feel the weight of his gaze on your back, and then the soft shift of fabric as he lowers himself again—his boots echo faintly as they reposition. He crouches beside you, leveling his head with yours, shoulder brushing your upper arm. Close enough that you can feel the heat of him.

“We’ve talked this through,” he murmurs. “But just to be sure… aside from moans, screams—” a pause, his lips ghosting your cheek, “this is the only word you’re allowed to speak.”

A thumb drags along your jaw, tipping your face toward him.

“Say it.”

You breathe in. The room feels heavier now.

“Your out,” he says softly. “You say it, everything stops. No questions. No guilt.”

He waits.

Still crouched beside you. Still watching like a man reading a confession in the shape of your inhale. His stare doesn’t soften—it sharpens. Measuring. Testing. Waiting for proof.

You meet his gaze. Your breath shakes.

“Apple,” you whisper, just to feel it pass your lips. It tastes strange. Foreign. Like a weapon you don’t expect to use—but have to know you carry.

His smile comes slow. Not kind. Not cruel. Just pleased.

Then he tilts his head, one brow barely lifted. Casual. But his eyes gleam.

“And if you need something from me?” he asks, voice almost lazy. “What do you call me?”

Your stomach tightens. It’s a trap. You know it. You feel it sink its teeth into the silence before your brain can catch up.

He watches you. Waits.

Say it, his eyes seem to dare. Try.

Your lips part. The shape of C touches your tongue—

You stop.

Try again—Co——but you freeze. The rest dies there.

Jaw tightens. Lips press together. Teeth catch the soft swell of your bottom lip, biting down—gentle, deliberate. A silent I understand.

The gleam in his eyes turns to something molten.

You passed.

“Good girl.”

The praise slips over your skin like warm silk—earned, edged, and entirely his. Teeth flash—he bites your cheek. Cruel enough to make your skin sing, your blood flash hot. His lips follow the sting, brushing the mark like he’s sealing it.

“Mmh,” he hums, “would’ve been embarrassing if you messed that up.”

A soft chuckle follows—almost fond, but edged in pride and heat.

“Glad you’re not stupid,” he coos. “I’d hate to break something pretty just because it couldn’t follow orders.”

He straightens—slow, towering. One hand smooths down the front of his uniform, crisping the line that didn’t need adjusting, but he does it anyway. The shift in energy cracks through the air like static, dominance slipping back over him like a second skin.

Gloves, once forgotten on the armchair, are pulled back on with quiet ceremony. Each finger drawn in, leather creaking softly as if savoring the return. From beneath his uniform jacket, he draws it out. Sleek. Black. Cruel-looking in its elegance. The infamous “interrogation tool.”

It rests in his hand like it belongs there.

“Now…” The word drops like a stone into your stomach, his tone coiling low and thick. “Let’s see if my toy knows how to behave.”

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I’ll show you what you look like from the inside

And I’ll see you when the wrath comes around

Tonight, you have the answer

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[lvmimis]

cw: minors dni. smut. reader with body image concerns.

izuku's hips slow to a rolling stop nearly the second you whimper, "c-can we turn the lights off?"

the words are eked out semi-breathlessly, but heard loud and clear, and the tight hold he has around your body loosens ever so slightly as he pulls his upper half from atop of you and leans back so that he can look at your face properly and figure out what prompted that sudden request. he's doing the opposite of what you want him to do right now - studying your lust-warmed face carefully as you catch your breath, a small pout on his lips. the way he looks at you now makes you feel a little too seen, rather far too seen, and your hands reflexively go to your eyes to cover them - not because you don't want to see him, all broad shoulders and perfect, unforgiving musculature, but because you don't want him to see you for the terribly plain being you are.

izuku's hands trace the length of your hips and cup your thighs gently, kneeling as he sits on his calves. he's still inside you, and the full sensation is manageable now even if it still makes you crazy; you can feel him twitch as he thinks, not ready to disconnect.

"yes, but why?"

you whisper something unintelligible under your breath, and he leans in, kissing your forehead, before he pulls your wrists away.

"mm?" he asks. he's smiling down at you, but you can sense a little bit of concern for your mental state, his fingers still running along your exposed skin to attempt to rub in some sense of comfort.

your lips move again, and he pulls one of your hands to his own lips to kiss the knuckles before prompting you to speak louder.

"speak up, my love."

something about the way he slips your thumb into his mouth and looks at you so lovingly, so full of desire specifically for you, overwhelms you and tears form in your eyes.

"i don't feel pretty," you finally cry.

izuku blinks as though he's in disbelief, but the message is clear, and he slips out of you just as quickly as your sobs start to come in for real, and he's got you in a secure embrace.

"but you are," he insists, and he's thumbing your trembling lower lip. you're embarrassed to say it out loud, that you don't see why he sees you the way he does, even if it's not your responsibility to deserve the way he loves you.

you shake your head, and he purses his lips, then kisses your eyelids.

"you're beautiful. you're perfect for me," he insist, but it's hard for you to hear it. all you can remind yourself of is every irregularity to your skin, the way your body falls short to models and other heroes, and everyone else he would be barely off looking at.

he pulls you close and lets you rest in his embrace. a few moments pass, and he strokes your hair and listens to everything that you feel is wrong with you, and even though it hurts him, he lets you say whatever you need to say before denying it.

kisses pepper your skin and deny your imperfections; you let him wind you up more, whispering your beauty into every curve of your body until you start to believe it, until you'll accept him again.

"let me look at you," he pleads, and you nod, letting him intertwine his fingers with yours. the tears are back but they're happy now, thankful, as he fucks you deep, your legs rested on his head, trying to reach the deepest, darkest parts of you.

because you are the prettiest and your beauty is so plain to see.

[hgfictionwriter]

Good Girl

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: When you get excited one night and take matters into your own hands, Jessie has to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: Pure smut. Masturbation, face sitting, strapping, light bondage, edging, possessive sex/language, soft dom/sub, language.

A/N: Thank you to whoever sent in the request. It was lovely! This is a long one, folks!

Jessie was leaving the bathroom about to rejoin the group at the table and continue their night out when her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She cocked her brow curiously when she saw messages from you.

“Remember when I came back from the bathroom and you asked me if I was okay? Because I was flushed? Sorry I had to lie. I was more than fine.”

The next message she saw made Jessie’s jaw drop. It was an image of your fingers glistening with cum, followed by:

“You look so hot tonight. Had me thinking back to the other night. I couldn’t wait for us to get home. I hope you don’t mind.”

A wave of arousal went through Jessie as various images flashed through her mind. You under her. Your nails raking across her back. You on your knees. You between her legs. The list went on.

She exhaled a shaky breath and tapped out a reply.

“I do mind. And there will be consequences.”

When Jessie got back to the table she made up some excuse about a headache and soon the two of you were in a rideshare heading back to her apartment.

Jessie wasn’t overly affectionate during the ride, causing you to question her once you were in the privacy of the elevator.

“Hey, are you-”

The words weren’t even out of your mouth when she pushed you against the elevator wall and kissed you hard. Your arms were immediately wrapped behind her head and you hungrily returned the kiss.

“I guess you’re not too mad at me, then,” you said into your kiss with a smug grin. Jessie gave your bottom lip a tug before kissing your neck.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, Princess.”

The elevator dinged and she pulled back, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall. Jessie began unlocking the door and had to resist a shiver as you wrapped your arms around her waist, hands wandering as you began kissing the back of her neck.

She couldn’t open the door fast enough. She pulled you inside and closed it firmly behind you as she gave you a scolding look.

“Getting off without me, without my permission, and teasing me with it? That’s a ‘no no’, babe.”

You bit your lip flirtatiously, eyes flashing with mischief as you held your hands behind your back. You went to kiss her, but she took a step back, ignoring the affronted look on your face.

You clearly weren’t taking her seriously. She’d have to change that.

“Only good girls get a kiss,” she told you as she grasped your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. She swung you around in front of her and pushed you down onto the mattress. “Maybe I haven’t made this clear enough. Your pussy belongs to me. You don’t get to cum unless I say so.”

It was normal for Jessie to take control in the bedroom, but something about tonight had her wanting to control you a totally different way. Though you wore a look of surprise, the brightness in your eyes relayed that you didn’t seem to mind.

Jessie disappeared into the walk-in for a few moments before returning with a couple of her ties. She nearly snickered at the way your jaw dropped.

“Is my baby excited?” She asked as she knelt on the edge of the bed, pushing you down onto the mattress with a kiss. She was already undoing your jeans and tugging them off of you as you moaned and nodded your assent. A quick gasp escaped you as she ran two firm fingers along the thin material of your panties.

“Mm. Yes, you are,” Jessie affirmed as she smiled into your kiss. She sat up swiftly, pulling you with her, her other knee now brushing against your hot core as she peeled your shirt off of you and tossed it carelessly to the floor. She began laying slow, sensual kisses on your neck - the sounds and sensations causing butterflies to erupt in the base of your stomach - as she undid your bra and discarded it.

“I thought only good girls got kisses?” You challenged, a bit breathless as she continued to kiss you. You felt her snicker into your neck and soon she had you by the waist and laid you flat out on your back with your head on the pillows.

She looked down at you with a wicked smirk as she grasped one of your hands and began tying it to the bed post with a tie before continuing on to the other.

As she leaned over you to check the knots, her torso was temptingly close and you couldn’t help but tilt your chin up to kiss her through her shirt. In a flash she had a hand cradling your chin as she looked you in the eyes.

“Now, now, pretty girl. None of that unless I say so.” You merely bit your lips together, playing along. When she was content that you wouldn’t offer a rebuttal, she leaned in close to you, her forehead touching yours. She ran a thumb along your bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

She pulled back, glancing down at you as she straddled you. Her demeanour changed slightly as she asked, “Too tight?” You shook your head. “Safe word is ‘Greenland’ okay?” You nodded your head vigorously.

“You can talk, baby,” she assured you as she shuffled back a bit onto your thighs. She then gave you a sidelong glance and a casual shrug. “I mean, you won’t be able to once I’m through with you. But you’re welcome to talk whenever you like. I encourage it.” She bit back a smirk as your hips subconsciously lifted off the bed and your hands clenched into fists.

“Shit, Jess. Tell me what I need to do,” you implored, still writhing slightly underneath her. She gave you a grin and hopped onto the floor causing you to miss the weight of her immediately.

“It’s not what you need to do,” she started as she began to undress, “it’s what you need to not do.”

Now fully undressed, she climbed back onto the bed and began laying a few whispery kisses along your torso as she hooked her fingers into your underwear and began to shimmy them down your legs. She held them up.

“These are soaked through. And while they always should be, you need to learn that you can only cum on my strap, fingers, tongue, or when I say so.” She held your gaze as she tossed the panties to the floor.

Jessie settled herself between your legs, kneeling on the bed before pushing your legs apart. Her eyes were fixed on your core and a smug smirk eventually crossed her lips.

“Even though you pleasured yourself earlier, here you are again - wet and needy for more,” she said as she eyed your glistening pussy. She full on grinned when she saw you quiver.

“Poor baby. It’s going to be a long night for you,” Jessie cooed as she knelt over your legs and leaned back on one hand. Your breaths deepened as you saw her own glistening heat on display. “But don’t worry, if you’re a good girl I’ll give you what you need. I promise.”

A small whimper escaped your throat and you began to tug against the bonds as Jessie reached down with her free hand and parted her wet lips with her fingers. She bit her lip as slowly caressed up and down and you were relegated to simply watching.

Her mouth fell open into a small “o” as she dipped a finger into her entrance. A soft chuckle escaped her as she added a second before she withdrew them and a string of cum caught the light. She lifted her fingers to show you.

“Look at what you’ve done. Now I have to deal with it.”

“I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out despite how blown away you were with what was happening.

“You should be, baby girl,” she said gently as she leaned forward momentarily offering her fingers to you, which you greedily took into your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered shut as her sweetness hit your tastebuds and it was too soon that she pulled her fingers from you. You groaned in disappointment, but opened your eyes to see she’d returned her fingers to her core and flexed her thighs as she rode her fingers slowly, grinding her hips down against her palm to relieve her clit.

“Oh Jesus,” you breathed as you stared transfixed. “You look so amazing.”

Your center was absolutely aching for attention and you squirmed beneath her. You tried to close your legs to try and relieve some tension but she held your legs firmly in place with how she was kneeling over you. From the way she smiled at you and how she rode her fingers harder this is exactly how she wanted it.

“Baby, please,” you begged as you tugged at the ties and let your back arch off the bed in frustration.

“What was that?” She grinned, voice raspy as she began to draw circles around her clit.

“Baby, I need you so badly,” you told her unabashedly. Her eyes lit up.

“I can see that,” she said with a nod to your pussy. “Can you feel yourself dripping onto the sheets? So desperate for me.”

“Jess, please,” you pleaded as you squirmed further, so hungry for her touch.

“This is your fault,” she taunted mildly as she continued to grind against her fingers. “If you’d just waited for me, I would be deep inside of you and giving you everything you need.”

“Oh God,” you whined, throwing your head back into the pillows and writhing furthermore.

She chuckled and you lifted your head again to watch her pleasure herself. You held each others gaze as she rocked her hips against her hand and brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

“Let me taste you. Please.” Your voice was thin and desperate as you looked to her with pleading eyes. “Let me make it better.”

She let out a small hum of approval as she cocked an eyebrow. “I’ll allow it,” she finally said as she pulled her hand out from between her legs and crawled her way up your body until your head was between her legs and her wet, slick lips were mere inches above your face.

“Yes, baby,” you told her and she braced herself on the headboard and slowly lowered her heat onto your mouth. A small gasp escaped her and she jumped initially as your tongue parted her folds and dipped immediately inside of her dripping center.

“Oh fuck,” she hissed as she settled herself back on your mouth and you readily tilted your chin up into her and began to trail your tongue from her entrance up and down her folds.

You contemplated teasing her, avoiding her aching clit, but thought better of it and flicked your tongue across the sensitive bud, causing her to instinctively rock her hips into your mouth further.

Encouraged, you lay your tongue flat against her, rolling it softly against her before growing firmer and licking her clit. Jessie let out a low moan as she ground herself down onto your eager tongue, biting her lower lip as she felt your tongue stretch out her entrance and stroke her from the inside.

With your tongue dipping inside of her as deep as you could go, your nose pressed against her clit and she reached down to grip your hair, subtly rocking your head against her as she rolled her hips. It wasn’t easy to breathe, but your head was dizzy with lust as her juices started to coat your face while you devoured her.

“Such a good girl,” Jessie praised as she opened her eyes to look down at you between her legs. “Make sure you don’t waste a drop.”

You moaned deeply and buried your face further into her and began lapping at her with greater fervour. Her grip tightened on your hair, tugging painfully good at the roots. She moved rhythmically over you, thighs flexing deliciously with each movement. You tilted head up, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucked hard, flicking your tongue across her swollen bud.

Jessie’s breath grew shallow and quick and the tightening sensation in her core continued to build.

“That’s it, baby,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” She released a pleased sigh as you moaned your affirmation into her.

A moan got caught in her throat as she began to pulse over you. Her eyes screwed shut as waves of pleasure raked over her. Your moans were distant in her mind as she ground into your face. She didn’t realize how tightly she was gripping your hair until the tension in her muscles finally ceased and she unclenched from around your head.

She blinked several times as her vision came back into focus and she looked down at you to see you looking up at her with bright eyes.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed as she released your hair and caressed it down tenderly and shifted off of your face. Despite the fact that a strong orgasm had just swept over her, her pussy twitched in renewed excitement when she saw your face slick with her juices. She tilted your chin up with a couple of fingers and captured your lips in a kiss, her own scent filling her head.

“You’re my best girl,” she murmured. “My only girl.” She broke the kiss, but caressed your cheek with a thumb as she gazed into your eyes. “You did such a good job, my love.”

You chased her lips as she pulled back and you continued to squirm against your restraints.

She got off of you and spied how you were squeezing your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to get some reprieve. The corner of her mouth turned up playfully and she gently pried your legs apart, receiving brief hesitation before you readily splayed yourself open for her.

She tsked as she studied your pussy, but her eyes glowed at what she saw.

“Mmm, baby. Look at the mess you’ve made. You’re absolutely dripping,” she admonished as she positioned herself between your legs and resisted the urge to just slip her fingers right inside of you.

She kneaded the area between your hips and thighs and began kissing her way down your stomach. She grinned as you flinched and arched up into her. She backed off each time so each kiss was fleeting at most and your whimpers were music to her ears.

She moved down your body and began leaving butterfly kisses from the inside of your knees up your thighs until your scent invaded her senses.

She glanced up your body to see your chest heaving in anticipation. Your hips lifted off the bed to try to reach her, but she refused to give you reprieve.

A smile crossed her lips as she blew softly on you and saw your core tense up in reaction. She leaned forward and snuck her tongue out to lightly trace along the crease between your thigh and lips. Excitement rushed through her at the way you whined, tugging at your restraints desperately and rocking your hips up to try to meet her.

“Please Jessie. Please,” you begged, your voice shaking and you surprised yourself with the way tears were beginning to prick at the corner of your eyes. “I need you.”

“You didn’t earlier,” Jessie refuted as she gave a feather light lick along the opposite side. “Why shouldn’t I just leave you here like this?”

“I’m so sorry,” you whined as you continued to squirm. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know. I’m making sure of it,” she said assuredly as she pulled one of your lips between her teeth and gave a gentle tug.

“Oh my god, baby,” you whimpered as you humped the air in desperation.

“Patience, my love. I promise you’ll get a reward if you behave,” Jessie soothed. She climbed up your body so that her legs were holding yours open and she spread two fingers to faintly trace along the outside of your lips. She looked down at you. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you said without hesitation as you sought her fingers.

“Who do you belong to?” She asked as she teased you further.

“You. You, Jessie,” you relayed in desperation. “Always you.”

“Right answer, my love,” Jessie said as she sunk a finger into you to her knuckle and immediately eliciting a loud moan from you. A rush went through Jessie at how you gripped her finger like a vice and the way your clutched at the bonds and lifted right off of the mattress.

Your jaw shook as your body tensed in pleasure, and as the sensation was fading, Jessie added another finger, sending a new wave shooting through you and pulling you off the bed once more. Another loud moan hitched in your throat.

“Fuck, baby. You are so damn tight around me. I can feel your walls pulling me in. Pulsing around me, trying to keep me from pulling out.”

Her words caused you to tighten even more around her fingers, drawing a breathy laugh of reverie from her.

“You are the most incredible woman in this world. I swear it,” she proclaimed as she gently curled her fingers up inside of you, causing your hips to buck.

“Mm. Jesus Christ, baby,” Jessie said with gritted teeth as she exhaled heavily through her nose. “You make teasing you so damn hard. It’s taking everything to not fuck you stupid and right through this mattress.”

Jessie inhaled sharply as you convulsed around her fingers once more. "God I love nothing more than seeing you fall apart on my fingers."

You whimpered high in your throat, pushing your head back into the pillows and Jessie took the opportunity to latch onto your neck. You immediately arched off the bed, pushing your body into hers.

She gripped your hair with her free hand and tightened her fist, tugging gently as she pumped into you in a couple of slow, measured strokes. You released a cry of desperation, your body prickling with need.

She ground her hips into you, fingers deep inside as a low rumble left her chest. She lifted her head and gave you a tender kiss on your cheek, a sharp contrast from how she'd been tugging and nipping at your neck a moment prior.

"Hold still, my love," she said as she pulled back and off the bed. A nearly pained whimper came from you as she left you hollow and cold.

"You've been so good," Jessie said as she opened her nightstand. You could practically feel arousal dripping from you at the anticipation as she began to step into the harness. You released shuddering breaths as she came back to you.

"And I just can't help myself when it comes to you," she went on as she began to kiss slowly along your jawline, down your neck and across your collarbone. She lifted her head back up to capture your lips in a long, deep kiss.

The kiss was broken as you tossed your head back into the pillows once more as she began to rub the length of her strap along your swollen, aching lips.

"Fuck," Jessie breathed, a hungry smile on her face as she continued to slowly grind herself along you. "Feel how easily I slide through you. You're so fucking wet for me."

You turned your head, burying it into the pillow, taking it into your mouth and crying out into the material.

It muffled another cry of yours as Jessie stilled her movements. Again, you felt tears begin to prick at the corner of your eyes, but soon felt her fingers gently grasp your chin, guiding you to look at her. You were short of breath as you blinked, heart racing and vision nearly blurred as she looked steadily at you.

"Eyes on me, Princess," she encouraged as she waited for you to still. "I've got you," she went on as she caressed your cheek. Satisfied with you, she began slowly grinding her hips against you once more and a weak moan fell from your lips.

"I love you more than anything. You know that, right?" She said as she continued to steadily rock above you. You gave a few, quick, shaky nods. "Good," she said as she leaned down, kissing you.

The kiss only lasted a second as she slipped inside of you and you broke away with a loud moan. Her hand was on the back of your head, fingers caressing your scalp as she kissed your neck once more as the rest of her body remained still.

You moaned further, your legs now twisting around her and your hips shifting and bucking, begging her to give you more, but she remained unmoved, fully sheathed inside of you.

"Baby," she chuckled lightly between kisses. "Right after I finished telling you what a good girl you are for me. Haven't you learned that you don't get relief unless I choose to give it to you?"

You whimpered underneath her. "Please," you finally managed to say, voice shaky and wavering.

She kissed your jaw sweetly.

"Use your words, honey," she instructed. "'Please' what?"

"Please," you started again, just as shaky as before. "I need you."

"Need me? Need me to what?" She teased innocently as she continued to lay chaste, soft kisses along your face.

Your ribs shook as your breath stuttered. "I need," you swallowed, momentarily losing your voice, "I need you to make me cum."

She hummed, a kiss lingering a moment longer. "And how am I going to do that?" She gave the slightest shift of her hips and a desperate moan escaped you. You tugged on the restraints so tightly that you could hear the fabric twisting and straining.

"Fuck me," you answered, voice thick with need. "I need you to fuck me." You took a breath. "Make me yours."

She exhaled against you and she rest her palm against your cheek, thumb resting under your chin, tilting your face up ever so slightly as she looked you dead in the eye.

"Baby. You're always mine. Whether I fuck you hard. Slow. Even if you cum on your own fingers. You're mine."

You nodded, feeling yourself tighten around her strap as your core ached with even greater desire.

"Say it," she said, eyes dark.

"I'm yours. Always," you told her with zero hesitation. You now whimpered again, writhing subtly under her again. "And I really need you to fuck me. I need to cum so bad. Please, baby."

She exhaled against you again and her grip on you relaxed. She caressed your cheek once more.

"That's my girl," she said with another gentle kiss before pulling back and looking into your eyes again. "Your wish is my command."

A prolonged cry escaped you as she drew her hips back, the tip stretching out your entrance for a couple of seconds before she drove back into you, the bed rocking under the force of her thrust.

You were breathless as she drew back once more and drove home once again, establishing a slow, steady rhythm with strong, deep thrusts. Soon, your eager, wanting noises invaded her sense with every motion.

"The neighbours are going to hear you, baby," she said in mock complaint as she suckled on your neck.

She continued with measured, powerful strokes and your breath hitched with each one. Your core was tightening around her and your pulse quickened as you already began to approach your peak.

Then, she stopped.

You let out a frustrated moan and you opened your eyes to see her kneeling back onto her heels, pulling out of you as she did so. A string of cum hung from the tip of her cock to your dripping entrance as she stroked herself up and down with a wide smile.

"Fucking hell, babe. You are so sexy." She gave you a look. "But you can't cum just yet. I've barely gotten started."

You let out something akin to a cry and her expression changed slightly.

"If I untie you, will you be a good girl?" She asked. "You can't touch yourself - that's the only rule."

You nodded vigorously and she reached up to swiftly untie you. She kissed your wrists tenderly as she released you and you immediately latched onto her body, holding her tightly and nearly preventing her from sitting up again. She laughed lightly and kissed your cheek.

"Let me do my thing, Princess," she said and you let her sit back on her heels between your legs once more. She grabbed one of the pillows and lifted you to place it underneath your hips. Grabbing her strap, she ran it along your slick lips once more and rest the tip at your entrance. Her eyes were transfixed on how your lips stretched around it as she achingly slowly sunk into you.

"Mm," she hummed as she bit her lip. "You take me so well."

"You're not going to cum right away, are you?" She asked, giving you a look. You shook your head. "Promise?" She asked. You hesitated and she smirked. "Rule two. You can't cum unless I say so." She took in your concerned look and grabbed your waist, pulling out and sinking steadily back in. "I know you can do it, baby."

Unlike before, Jessie now quickened her pace as she leaned back, still holding onto your waist while she thrust into you. You cried out in pleasure as she hit your g-spot with each thrust, and she made your struggle to not cum even more difficult by placing a hand at the base of your stomach, applying pressure and hitting your sweet spot even more fully as she rut into you.

"Oh my god," you breathed, bringing your hands to the sheets and clawing at them. Your body wanted to writhe as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you, but with her hand on you, she held you firmly in place.

Your orgasm was steadily nearing once more and she slowed down her strokes and took her hand off your stomach. You let out a sigh that was one of both relief and frustration as she backed you off of the ledge yet again.

A few moments later her hands found your ankles and you opened your eyes to see her grinning at you as she spread your legs even further apart, lifting them into the air as she began to rock back into your eager center.

"Oh God," you whined once more as she began to pick up her pace. The sounds of her strap slipping in and out of you filled the room alongside your moans.

She continued to hold your legs in the air until she rest your ankles on her shoulders and she moved over you, mounting you and began to pump into you hard and fast, punctuated by a roll of her hips with each stroke. She was thrusting into you with such force that she was able to use the bounce from the mattress to pound deeper inside of you.

"God, you look so pretty beneath me," she panted as her hips slammed into yours and she filled you up.

Your body tensed, breath shuddering, as you clawed at her back, causing her to groan and arch into you. She slowed her strokes once more, gently shushing you as you whined in complaint.

"I know when you're getting close," she told you. "And I told you - not yet."

You exhaled in frustration and rocked your hips into her, desperate to reach your climax.

"Please, baby, I need it," you begged. She simply tutted and maintained her slower pace. Without even realizing it, you pulled a hand away from her back and reached down to rub your clit.

In a flash, Jessie pulled out and you were flipped onto your stomach as she held herself above you, her lips against your ear.

"Baby, what did I say?" She said. Next, she gripped your hips and pulled you up onto your knees in front of her, your back still to her. She reached around and grabbed your forearms - careful to give your wrists a break - and crossed them behind your back, holding them in place.

"If you can't control yourself, I'll have to do it for you," Jessie told you as she held you in place in front of her.

"Baby, please. I need you back inside of me," you pleaded. She ran a comforting hand along your back and shushed you once more.

"I know, baby." She glanced down, her own core pulsing when she saw the ring of your cum that had formed at the base of her strap. "I can tell. And I love it."

You spread your knees further apart and arched forward, wordlessly begging her to take you again.

"Jesus Christ," she murmured as she eyed you. "You're going to make me cum instead."

She settled herself behind you and lined herself up with your soaking entrance, it only took the slightest movement to slip inside of you and she chuckled in amazement.

"You are so hungry for me," she said, her grip momentarily tightening on your arms. "You're so gorgeous."

You rolled your hips back towards her and she lifted one leg, planting it beside you and drew her hips back before pushing back inside of you.

She began driving into you and your hitching moans bounced off the walls of the room.

As she quickly resumed her pace, she began to tug your arms back, causing your back to arch off of the bed and you moaned even deeper at the sensation.

"My girl, you are so fucking amazing," Jessie praised. The way you moaned her name, the way your body moved under her control, the way you took her cock, the way you dripped with need and want onto the bed - there was absolutely no mistaking you were hers.

It wasn't long until your moans turned into mewling cries and Jessie saw your nails digging into your palms.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned her as you felt that tightening sensation rapidly building inside of you.

"Not yet," she told you though she didn't waver in her strokes.

"I can't-" you said desperately, not even able to string a full sentence together.

You were hardly aware as Jessie flipped you back over. She grabbed your leg and pulled it around her before cradling your head with that hand and entering you once more. Her other hand rest on your cheek and although you were hardly aware, she was looking steadily down at you as she pumped into you.

"I love you so much, baby girl," she said before reaching down and rubbing two fingers around your clit. "Go ahead and cum for me."

As if on command, a blinding orgasm overtook your entire body. Though your body was weak by now, you managed to grip onto her and clutch her desperately as your climax ripped through you, wave by wave.

She coaxed you through and soon you collapsed into the bed, the odd aftershock causing your body to twitch in her arms as she held you close and lay sweet, gentle kisses along your collarbone.

Jessie spoke to you, but the most she got out of you was a faint mumble and she eventually stopped and instead continued to just kiss you and rub soft circles along the back of your neck.

Several minutes passed before you stirred in her arms and she looked at you once more.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" She asked. You merely nodded. She bit back a chuckle and lay a tender kiss on your cheek. "You were such a good girl, my love. I'm so proud of you." She gave you another kiss and delicately disentangled herself from you. You whined in complaint, but didn't say more. She kissed your forehead.

"I'll be back in a moment. I'll get you cleaned up and then we'll cuddle. You rest - I'll take care of you, my girl."

[suhkusa]

CW. ANGST

Sakusa is nervous. Extremely. 

For many reasons but more so because this “hangout” the two of you are at right now is too intimate that it borders on the title of a “date”. He wouldn’t mind that, but it’s not what he called it when he asked to meet up.

Another reason being that he’s going to ask you out today, he looks down at his phone’s lock screen, in approximately 33 minutes. He doesn’t know why he chose a time, maybe something that his horoscope said.

He sits across from you on a soft throw blanket he pulled from his storage closet. Laid in front of the two of you are many of your favorite foods that he has learned of from the past month together. 

Sakusa doesn’t have much doubt that you’ll say no. You had shown interest from the very beginning, and while there were some obstacles, the two of you overcame together and ended up getting closer than he had expected.

“Omi, are you okay?” your voice pulls him from his thoughts.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiles.

“The weather is a bit more chillier than the weather app had predicted, huh?” you look off into the distance. 

He doesn’t think so. In fact, he feels warmer because of how flustered he is. Nonetheless, he still agrees with the nod of his head, “Yeah, do you have a jacket?”

You cover your mouth as you finish the food in your mouth, “Mm, yeah, it’s in the car. Do you mind if I grab it?”

He raises his eyebrows in approval, reaching in his pocket to pull out his car keys, “Did you want me to come with you?”

“Nono, you should eat some of the foods before it cools down, I’ll be quick,”

The two of you offer a smile to one another before you quickly make your way to his car.

Ah, maybe he should tell Jane he’s about to ask her out. She hadn’t responded to his other texts, but maybe she didn’t see the notification.

IMOAsukas: I’ve got flowers in the trunk that I’m going to give to her after the date. When she comes back from the car I’m going to ask her. I’M SCARED [image attachment]

He laughs at his message before clicking send. To think he liked this online stranger a while ago. Crazy, right?

Crazy is what he thinks when he hears the MysMatch notification noise. Sakusa thinks he’s hallucinating as he looks around to find where it came from, had Jane texted back already? When he looks at his own device, the notification center is bare.

His eyes catch on your phone. You had MysMatch, too? All he does is lift your phone. But he couldn’t see what the notification said.

[MysMatch: 1 notification]

Coincidence, maybe?

He double checks to see if you were around. To double check his theory, he sends another keyboard spam to thewurldismine. Sakusa stares back at your phone after the message goes through.

[MysMatch: 2 notification]

And then another. And another. Each time the same jingle met his ear.

You were Jane.

Your phone slips from his hand.

“Hey,” his eyes snap up at you, you were clothed in a thick jacket now, “There’s this really cute pond over there, we should—”

“You’re Jane, aren’t you?”

He observes your facial expression as it goes to a shocked look then forces itself to go back to normal. 

“W-What? Who’s Jane?” you ask, nervousness written all over your tone and face.

“Did you know?” he asks, and you just look away, “You did, didn’t you?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi feels like a fool. 

“You did this to manipulate me into getting with you, huh? Is that what this was?” his voice is accusatory, and it makes all the blood drain from your face.

“No- No— Kiyoomi, that’s not what-” 

“You really had me going, you know? But I should’ve known from the start,” he’s getting up, gathering his stuff. “To think I really liked you,”

He’s not even sparing you one last look before he’s walking away. 

Leaving you alone. And in his place, exactly where he sat, lies your phone.

[MysMatch: 7 notifications] displayed on the screen.

Fuck.

SECRET ALLIANCE — CRASHING OUT

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NOTES.

y/n cried the whole car ride to tsukishima’s house then knocked out

when tsukishima arrived at the park y/n was just sitting on the picnic blanket slowly putting things away

sakusa feels so betrayed but even so regrets leaving y/n behind

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[melodic-haze]

Hmm i just had a thought about the recent fic w Arlecchino

What if she had a muzzle on w bunny suit🧐

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Breeding, size kink, reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I'm ngl it's been several Arle fics now that idk which one you were on ab but it's okay gwenchana. Anyway you lot really want to breed her huh (same though)

Good luck convincing Arlecchino to wear a bunny suit actually HAHAHA

She'd do anything for you, really she will!!!! She's so dedicated to you—worshipping you in the same way a diety was meant to be worshipped—that it's actually scary for the both of you, how much of a hold you have on her. But she has some reservations about such a risqué bit of clothing 💀

Not like you blame her though, considering how it wasn't usually her style. Lucky for you, however, YOU get special treatment :3 all it takes is one look at the outfit, one look at her and some time and voila!!! She'll concede—hell, she might even surprise you :3

"You're.. you're sure, right? I know you were kinda against it at first—I feel bad if I ended up forcing you into something you-- mm."

A finger was on your lips, the gesture's message quite clear as your beloved spoke amidst your commanded silence, "I'm sure, yes. I admit I am.. apprehensive, but your longing gaze is more than enough to convince me to, ah.. experiment."

"Really..?"

"Yes. You do not take me for my word?"

"No, I do! It's just..." You huffed out a sigh as you gently took the hand on your lip and took it in your own, "I just don't want you to feel as if you were obligated to entertain my every whim."

You see her eyes soften at your concern and she squeezes your hand as a form of reassurance from your often-so-stoic lover, "You should know better than to believe I would ever compromise my own comfort for something like this."

"And besides," she continues, "surprisingly, I've come to enjoy being.. well, your prey of sorts. Perhaps the outfit may elevate the interest to another level, hm?"

You couldn't help but stare at her, boldness practically radiating off of your lover despite the position you both know she truly holds within the privacy of your bedroom walls. Such boldness prompted an imagined flash of images in your mind—blackened hands all tied up, drool escaping her lips within confining barriers, tears escaping as sinful noises of wet skin-to-skin impact echo along with her moans—and you feel something akin to a hot flash within your core.

Ever so observant, her eyes go half-lidded as she looks up at you, her grin a touch sharper than before, "I see that I have awakened your imagination."

"Maybe."

"You need not imagine it, my beloved." Her voice reduces itself to something of a low purr, "All you need to do is command me, and I will do whatever you wish."

"That's a dangerous promise to make."

"Coming from a dangerous woman such as I, I dare say it balances the scales."

I love dialogue lol anyway tell her to do so and she will do it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ and next thing you know you're facing a woman much shorter than you've always known her to be, clad in such a revealing outfit and a muzzle to prevent her from biting so much. She had 'protested' against the latter at first, but you both know from the way that she so very easily accepted such a thing that she was all for the extra torture, not being able to make a mark on you (she forgets that her nails'll probably do the job for her anyway LMAO)

When she's laid out 'helplessly' on the bed as you tower over her, when you put your hand on the flat of her stomach and the both of you see the clear size difference, when you look at her and see so much anticipation and carnal lust practically glazing her eyes? Oh god the both of you KNOW you're not going out this room for a WHILE

She is COMPLETELY at your mercy—you can toy with her all you want, alternating between overstimulation and edging her with whatever is at your disposal until she can't take it anymore so she has to actually beg you to fuck her dumb and reduce all trains of thought into mush. She considers begging as below her, and yet she can't help but let out these reluctant pleas that only seem to gain a more.......willing quality with them in due time. Just make sure to torture her until her composure snaps, giving her her own sort of medicine and having her experience her very own mindbreak through overwhelming pleasure

To see this woman, who is so utterly feared to the point where crowds would part for her in fear that she would plunge her blackened hands into their chest and staining them red, cling to you and hump your cock like a bitch in heat is such a harrowing contrast.......but there is certainly that feeling of something more

Perhaps it's the fact that there was the urge to pin her down into a mating press and stuff her silly until she gets kids on her own ☺️ seeing her take all these children in at the Hearth and not having any herself.....why, for some reason you found yourself feeling like you just had to give her some children of her own. She seems to adore them, so whyever not ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Even as dazed-out as she is, she can see something change inside you as your objective goes from fucking her silly to something a lot more feral. Doesn't necessarily help that, yk, you have her in a bunny suit. And yk how bunnies just love to breed

As much as Arlecchino had tried to tell you to slow down for a brief moment, it's as if all noise has been blocked out from your senses, save for the sounds your lover makes and the sinfully wet noises that are produced as you piston into her again and again and again and again.

You roughly pushed her down into the matress, now damp and messy from a mixture of your bodily fluids, as you made sure to bottom out inside her as quickly as you drew back—the harsh assault on her hole had hit spots within her she didn't even realise you could hit, not to mention the force of your movements being more than enough to easily stretch her out and mold her insides to fit you and only you.

It was obvious that there was no way any mercy was going to be given to her. The Harbinger could only lay there and take everything you give her like some kind of fleshlight, the 'fight' within her long gone (if she even had some left in her to begin with).

God I need to separate these bc I can't just choose one thank yew bc both are very very very VERY good

If you had a dick:

You were so utterly determined to fill her and making sure your seed takes by the end of your session. If it meant basting her insides with white-hot cum and having it all stuffed inside her to the point where it has no where to go but out by force, then you'll cum inside her over and over again until you can't anymore.

And when your hand goes to press down on her abdomen, you can see the mixture of cum inside her practically spray out at the edges. She can't take it anymore, even she says so, and yet you can't help but wonder just why is her pussy still milking you as if her life depended on it?

Because she's greedy.

Because right now, no longer was she Arlecchino—she was your very own rabbit, hungry for your potent seed.

If you're using a strap:

You know of your limitations—without anything extra such as magical means, you cannot actually have her bare your children. But whyever would you let that stop you, especially when you had benefits that more than makes up for your lack of organic appendages?

If you had the real thing then you could stuff her silly until it takes (and even beyond that), but one can easily make up for it in other qualities such as size and shape.

And really, whatever's stopping you from filling her to the brim with artificial cum instead?

The world is your oyster, and Peruere was nothing but your very own porcelain fuckdoll at this point.

I need to breed her every which way idc if I don't have a dick, if there's a will there's a way

When she realises what you're trying to do, she can't help that sudden jolt that completely overtakes her—her hips practically shoot from the bed, pushing your cock in even deeper, before you push her back down while she lets out a silent scream. By GOD the fact you want to breed her, fill her, make sure a child of YOURS growing inside her, making a mark beyond just her skin.........oh it gets her going in ways she never would've fathomed before

By the end of your VERY long and productive session, it's VERY clear you've both fucked like rabbits from the mess all over the place and the liquid practically gushing from her abused hole. After everything, you finally take off her muzzle, only for you to lead her drool-coated mouth all the way down to the base of your cock to clean it up. She doesn't even protest either, easily taking it like a good girl and making sure that she does a good job in cleaning you up and finishing you off. All you need to do is plug her up properly, feeling all the cum stuffed inside her through the small pauch of her abdomen, where her womb is 🫶

"..I had known this was a possible outcome, and yet I cannot help but be surprised by your control, or lack thereof."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you rolled on your side, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! You just looked so irresistible and before I knew it I just--"

"Don't take my words as a form of reprimand, darling." You feel her hands take your own from your face, her lips finally kissing them—you—after a long time of having it muzzled, "I enjoyed it. You are already aware of my.. likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to the rougher parts of the activity. I gave you control, and you willingly seized it."

"I guess..."

"And besides," she muses with a small smile on her face, "I am.. not necessarily opposed to the thought of it."

"Of what?"

"Getting bred."

A warm flush spreads through your cheeks as you gave her a light swat, "You! You are so shameless! What happened to being polite and cryptic?!"

"Do we really need such pleasantries by this point? Seeing that you were rather determined to take me all for yourself, after all..."

"Oh my god."

A deep laugh rumbles within her, the sound so rare and precious that you'd want to keep it all to yourself, and you can't help but laugh along with her as you bask in the afterglow. When your laughter settles down, the two of you end up with your legs tangled up together as you lay there in companionable silence.

Though eventually she decides to break it, "Shall I go and run us a bath?"

"You can stand after all that? Geez, seems like I did a bad job," you joked.

Arlecchino huffed out lightly with a smile, "No, you've rendered me utterly near-useless—a feeling that I don't usually enjoy. Yet the fact that I don't seem to mind it all that much should show that you are special to me."

You feel that heat in your cheeks again at the proclamation, "Archons, and when I aim to have you all sappy like that in public you don't even dare move a muscle."

"Time and place, dear. Time and place. Now," she questions again, "shall I run us a bath? We can take care of the mess later."

You nodded, "Mm, if you don't mind then. But can we take it together?"

You see her eyes crinkle, the glow that the red crosses within them softening like a tender flame, "Of course. I shall be back in a few moments, then."

She gets up, and you pride yourself for being the reason why your lover temporarily goes off balance from a sudden tremor in her legs before collecting yourself.. and you can't help but stare at the remaining cum staining the sides of the plug and the apex of her thighs as she walks off.

She doesn't take the plug off when you go and take the bath together. Wonder why 😋

[lis-likes-fics]

w1sh u were here

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Reader Word Count: 809 words Kink: Sexting Warnings: NSFW, sexting, sending nudes, technically pornography?, swearing, dirty texting... A/N: I lied, I am posting today bc I managed to pull something out of my ass. I hope you enjoyed this short fic bc the hardest thing about this was making all of Hobie's texts. I am a firm believer in Hobie being a terrible texter bc he doesn't commit to one style, and I hate him for it. Enjoy this fluffy smut. <3

hobes: I can’t stop thinking about you, luv.

you: oh yeah? what are you thinking about?

hobes: jus wonderin wut ur wearin 😘

you: your hoodie

hobes: and?

you: nothing.

You sent an image.

hobes: fuck… hobes: You look fuckin amazing in my clothes babe

you: thx bby

hobes: you’d look even better without em tho. Just sayin

you: you tryna get me to send nudes, perv?

hobes: Maybe…😉 hobie: w1sh u were here rn

you: me too

you: what would you do if i was?

hobes: i’d kiss you. a lot. i’d never stop kissing you luv hobes: And, after that, I’d play with your nipples and listen to you start to moan. I’d be so hard for you, sweetheart…

you: yeah?

hobes: yea. id suck on ur tits and feel how wet u were for me.

you: how would you touch me?

hobes: Id put my fingers in your tight pussy, feel you up nice and good, rub at your little clit. hobes: You’d be fucking soaking, I know it. I’d eat you up, darling. hobes: tell me wut u want me to do to u luv

you: everything you said. want you to kiss me, want you to touch me, want your tongue on my tits and your fingers in me.

hobes: want me to eat you up?

you: yes

hobes: I’d make you feel so good. You’d be moaning so loud for me.

you: i wanna ride your face, hobie

hobes: i want you to ride my face

you: guess what?

hobes: wut?

you: i’m touching myself.

hobes: fuck. for me?

you: all for you.

You sent a video. “Fuck, Hobie. Wish you were here…”

hobes: chr1st u sound so pretty when u rub ur cl1t l1ke that

hobes sent a video. “I need your pretty little pussy over here, sweetheart. See what you do to me?”

you: fuck, you’re so hard you: you know what i wanna do?

hobes: Tell me.

you: wanna get on my knees and suck you off.

hobes: yeah?

you: yeah. i wanna feel your hands in my hair when i suck your cock. want you to call me your good girl.

hobes: u r my good girl, babes. ur my best fukn girl.

you: fuck, i’m so wet for you, hobie. wish you were here to touch me. my fingers don’t work as well as yours do…

hobes: Can’t get em far enough? You need my fingers to stretch you out nice and wide?

you: yeah. you: want you to pin me to a wall and fuck me

hobes: fuck youd love that wouldnt you? hobes: I’d pin your hands above your head and kiss you, turn you around and hold onto your beautiful fucking hips. You’d be squirming when I put my cock in you. hobes: Youd be beggin me to fuck you darling and youd be moanin like fuckin crazy for me, Id hold your tits and keep you still while I fucked you from behind and you would scream when you came on my cock. Id just keep fuckin you too hobes: still with me luv?

you: hard to type with one hand

hobes: gonna fucken take you to bed and put your legs on my shoulders. fold you in half while i fucked you babes. you’d be all messy for me.

you: i’m messy for you right now

You sent an image. “Mmm. Ah, I need you, baby. Fuck, m-yeah…”

you: this pussy’s missing you, baby

hobes: this dick’s missing you hobes: I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.

you: me too you: hobie i’m so close.

hobes: will you send me another pic baby?

You sent a video. “Hobie! Hobie, I’m cumming!  Fuck, I miss you so much. Ahhh, fuck!”

hobes sent a video. “Fuck. Mm-mmh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah! Oh, sweetheart.” hobes sent an image.

you: fuck, hobie

hobes sent a voice message. “I love you, sweetheart. Wish you were here so I could show you how much. You make me so happy and you get me so hard, and I can’t wait to see you soon so I can kiss that pretty face you’ve got. Love you so much, darling.”

You sent a voice message. “I love you, too, baby. I can’t wait to see you either because, when I do, I’m kissing you so hard, you’ll pass out.” You sent a voice message. “Get some sleep… I know you have to  go to 928 tomorrow, and you’ll come see me after. I’ll be waiting for me. I love you.”

hobes: i luv u 2 bby

you: your typing is atrocious.

hobes: Thank you.

you: goodnight, bayb

hobes: “bayb”

you: shut the fuck up.

hobes: make me 😍

you: you make me sick.

hobes: I love you, too. Night.

you: night. go to sleep now.

hobes: no <3

You changed “hobes” to “hobo”.

hobo: :(

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[jackactuallywrites]

All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 16

Warnings: Filthy music taste and thirsting!

Summary: You flirt with Ghost and then immediately regret it (but not really)

Notes: I have blessed you with my music taste (specifically my writing smut playlist)

Word Count: 2,066

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It was just a film. That was all. It was a film, with some very talented actors, and some truly marvellous makeup artists and special effect artists.

Yeah, no, it wasn’t working. You were still freaked out. Even if, logically, you knew that zombies weren’t real and were, in fact, a biological impossibility, you couldn’t help but have that prickling feeling in the back of your neck. It didn’t help that Soap and Roach were playing silly beggars and sprinting around your apartment, knocking things over and making banging sounds that made you jump every single time. It was freaking you the fuck out. The brightness of the phone wasn’t doing much to soothe you, and you’d turned all the big lights on, yet still, your heart was racing. You shifted uncomfortably on your sofa, pulling your blanket tighter around you. Yeah, if there was gonna be a sudden apocalypse, a blanket would keep you safe.

The ping of your phone made you jump, and you huffed at your own anxiety. It was a film, dammit.

‘Ghost: What are you up to tonight? :-)’

Well, that made you feel better. Christ, you hoped he wasn’t planning a surprise visit; you were covered in Doritos dust, and there were soup stains on your pyjama bottoms.

‘You: Just having a little film night. How about you?’

‘Ghost: What you watching?’

‘You: Train to Busan. Korean zombie film! You gonna tell me what you’re doing or is it a state secret?’

‘Ghost: (image)’

Ghost was in the gym. He’d sent you the most stereotypical picture, sat on a bench, wearing a plain green t-shirt that you could see was drenched in sweat. His face was still fucked up; you could see it now that he wasn’t wearing the balaclava, though the bruises were beginning to change colour, tinged with an ugly green around the sides. You were sure that he was flexing his arms; his biceps looked bigger than you remembered. What would it feel like to be wrapped up in those? To have that big beast of a man on top of you?

‘You: TAKE IT OFF. :)’

Mm. You needed to be put down. What thirsty gods had possessed you to send that?

Immediately, you locked your phone and threw it to the other side of the sofa. There was laundry you could do! That would distract you. You dove into the chore with enthusiasm you never usually had, striding into your bedroom and stripping your bed with ferocious energy, throwing everything into the corner of your room, then scooping it up and carrying it out. You paused in the living room to gingerly check your phone, but there was no new message. Argh. At least you’d replaced your zombie fear with something more real. You placed a pillow on top of your phone and then walked into the kitchen to stuff your bedding in the washing machine, trying not to think about the inevitable rejection coming your way.

With the washing machine on, you went to the airing cupboard to get yourself fresh bedding, picking out a nice dark green cotton. There was no connection between you sending a risky text to Ghost and then getting fresh bedding. None at all. Naturally, Soap had decided that you absolutely needed his help putting the bedsheet on, leaping onto the centre of the bare mattress and watching you struggle with the corners of the fitted sheet. He liked to jump forward and slap at your hands as you smoothed out the wrinkles in the sheets, getting fresh white hair all over the nice, clean bedding, as was his way. You just about managed to stop him from crawling inside the duvet cover, finally ending up throwing him in the living room so you could make your bed in peace. He made his displeasure evident, yowling outside your door as you made your bed, but you ignored him, focusing on making an absolutely perfect fresh bed. Military standard, even.

You needed another task. You hadn’t taken a shower yet. You could do pre-shower makeup! That would kill at least half an hour minimum. Right, you needed your slut pop playlist and all the makeup you’d bought, thinking a bold red lip was going to be your new daily thing. Ah, the optimist you were. As soon as you opened the bedroom door to get your things, Soap came sprinting in, leaping onto your freshly made bed and zooming around in circles on it as though the duvet was the most exciting thing he’d ever seen. You gathered the essentials, fresh knickers, makeup bag, waterproof Bluetooth speaker, and your phone which you had now turned onto ‘do not disturb’. Yeah, you were ignoring him; he wasn’t ignoring you.

Oh, you were serving c u n t. Clearly, the very spirit of Gaga and Petras had touched you through the speakers, the spirit of artpop on your face in a bright splash of watercolour painted across your skin. It did look a little bit like you had clown bruising. But, you’d killed half an hour! You took a few photos for posterity, sent them to the group chat, then stripped off and hopped in the shower, bidding farewell to your look. With Gaga blaring while you showered, you really did feel as though you could win a lip sync, ignoring the fact that the shower did drown out a lot of your voice. You had to force yourself not to dance after almost slipping, deciding that dying like this was not how you wanted to go, even if it would be a little funny for the paramedics to hear the music.

With your face back to normal, you wrapped your hair up in a towel and pulled your dressing gown on, carrying the speaker into the living room, still blasting your slut playlist. Roach didn’t approve, skulking into the kitchen away from you. Hater.

For a moment, you didn’t hear the knocking, too lost in the beat of your music, but as the song ended, you heard it in the brief silence between tracks. Ah, shit. Your neighbours didn’t care for loud music. Absolutely no taste. You turned it down slightly, but not completely off, as you went to the door, peering through the peephole.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Ghost was on the other side of the door. No balaclava, still wearing the t-shirt he’d been wearing in the gym. It was a text! A jest! Why would he come to your door? Fuck. You dithered at the door uncomfortably; you had nothing on under your dressing gown, and your knickers were stuffed in your pocket. Christ. How much of Petras had he heard? He reached forward to gently knock on the door again, and you panicked. Okay. You needed to change. Fuck, your good clothes were on the clothes horse.

“I know you’re on the other side of the door, darlin’.”

Oh, motherfucker. Of course, he would. Stupid military ass. He looked directly at you through the peephole, a very satisfied look on his face. “You only brave over texts?”

Oh, he knew how to play you like a fiddle. You immediately pulled the chain off and opened the door, your face defiant. “The chain got stuck.”

If he knew you were lying, which he probably did, he didn’t call you out directly, just giving you an amused nod, “Sure. May I come in?”

You stepped aside to let him in, only slightly embarrassed at the music that was still pumping out of your speakers. Ghost stifled a laugh, raising a brow and nodding towards the speakers, “These lyrics accurate?” Oh, Kim had betrayed you. He tilted his head to the side, “‘Treat me like a slut, little dirty bitch I love to fuck.’” You could feel your cheeks flushing, and you crossed your arms, “She makes good music!” Ghost looked like the cat who had caught the mouse and was having far too much fun playing with it. “Doesn’t answer my question, love.” You quickly stepped forward to press pause on your playlist before ‘Bring Wet Cunt’ started playing, and Ghost laughed, “Come on, you shy now?”

You took the towel from around your hair and threw it at his face. Like every other time you’d thrown anything at him, he caught it before it hit his face, laughing. His eyes flicked over your dressing gown, “Anything else you want to throw at me?” Christ alive, what had gotten into him? One flirty text, and he was trying to get you naked? Okay, no, you could do this. You were a bad bitch. You tried to look nonchalant, shrugging at him, “You expect me to strip for you when you won’t even take a single shirtless photo for me?”

That was the wrong move. You could see the way his eyes lit up, pupils widening. He leant in, close enough so you could smell his sweat mixed in with his cologne, intoxicatingly delicious, “It’s only coming off if you take it off.” Okay, be cool. You had to remember to breathe, taking in a slow breath, then pushing it out. You could be that bitch. You were going to wipe that smug smirk off his face. And maybe take him to bed. Your hands reached out to grab the hem of his shirt, beginning to lift it up, revealing just a touch of his lower stomach and the dark blond hair that led down into his joggers.

Ghost’s hands flashed out to grab yours, dropping the towel as his fingers encircled your wrists, his top dropping back down. Your anticipation was quickly replaced with smugness, and you broke out into a wide smile, looking at him triumphantly, “Oh, suck it! You chickened out.” His eyes narrowed, “Did not.” You bathed in your victory, “Uh huh. So this,” you wiggled your hands, still caught in his grip, “that’s not me winning?” He looked you up and down, eyes dark, “I’m stopping you from doing something you couldn’t handle.” He dropped your wrists, taking a step back from you, “‘sides, I need to get back to base.” It was impossible not to poke the bear. “You running away from me?” He snorted at you, “Nice try, love.”

The man seemed to have a lot more self-control than you; he seemed entirely uninterested again, looking around your apartment, “Where’s our boys?” You frowned, then realised you were jealous of cats, and gestured to the bedroom, “Soap’s ruining my freshly made bed, and Roach is… somewhere.” Ghost clicked his tongue a few times, and Soap came running out of the bedroom, meowing loudly as he rubbed against Ghost’s legs. Roach came sauntering out of the kitchen, only giving a singular chirp as he jumped up onto the coffee table. Ghost fussed them both, and you sighed, leaning against the wall, “You ever gonna tell me about the names?” Ghost didn’t look at you as he answered, scratching Roach’s shoulders, “Through memorial, we reach immortality.”

You raised a brow at him, but he didn’t elaborate. Memorial. So your cats were named after dead people? Ah. Dead soldiers. That explained the weird nicknames. You didn’t push the topic.

Ghost turned away from the cats and approached you, bending down to grab the towel as he walked, holding it out to you. As you took hold of it, he yanked on his end, pulling you closer. His hand snaked around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he whispered into your ear, “You think you’ve won, but you’ve just proved again how desperately you want me.” He straightened up as he let you go, his fingers tapping on your chin to make you look up, “Don’t quit trying, though, love. I do enjoy your little attempts.”

With that, he moved past you to the door, unlocking it and letting himself out, letting the door close behind him.

Every time you thought you had one over him, he pulled the rug out from under your feet. You groaned and shook out the tension from your body, deciding that you really needed to up your game. As you walked toward your bedroom, you dug in your pocket to get your clean pants out, but there was nothing there. Had he pickpocketed you? For the love of fuck.

Ghost had stolen your fucking underwear.

[huskymaine]

"Naruto Fourth Movie : The Lost Tower" Radio Drama : Kakashi's Diary

Translation below (start from 0:36) :

Sound of paper flipping

Kakashi : Now… this…

Teuchi : Welcome!

Kakashi : Helloo!

Sakura : Huh?

Kakashi : Huh?

Naruto : Kakashi-sensei!

Kakashi : Long time no see you guys. Are you guys going to eat ramen together? It’s good that you get along so well as a team. Then, sorry to interrupt, I’ll leave first

Sakura : Really, Kakashi-sensei…

Naruto : What’s this sense of distance? Seriously, Kakashi-sensei is supposed to be the captain of our Team 7, but we haven’t been on many mission together recently. Like our last mission to track down Mukade Kakashi-sensei is not there, makes me lonely-ttebayo

Kakashi : Hahaha, happy to hear that. Well, I have entrusted you guys to my excellent junior Yamato’s care , so no worries…

Kakashi : *inner voice* Although I have been given solo missions recently, but it’s so relaxing. Ah.. the misson without Naruto is the best!

Naruto : Huh? Kakashi-sensei did you say something?

Kakashi : Ah, I didn’t say anything. Just the voice of my heart

Naruto : Well okay then. Huh? That book…

Kakashi : Ah, this…

Naruto : Don’t tell me, that’s the Pervy Sage’s writing, “Icha-Icha Paradise”? Although it’s such a boring book, but now that I think about it, it maybe also contains a message from my deceased master? In this case, shouldn’t I, as disciple, be the one holding it? Kakashi-sensei, give me that book, the whole series belongs to me!

Kakashi : No way, that’s absolutely not possible! Anyway, “Icha-Icha Paradise” is just for entertaintment. If you don’t separate the image of Jiraiya from the book when you read it, you can’t enjoy it completely. In the first place I think that book was conveyed by God through the hands of Jiraiya-sama! Can I talk about this topic for longer??

Naruto : N-no, stop it-ttebayo...

Kakashi : Besides, this book is not “Icha-Icha Paradise”!

Naruto : Eh? I-is that so?

Kakashi : This is… my diary.

Sakura : Wah..

Sai : As expected, Kakashi-san is a scholar, he even read his own diary. I should imitate it

Naruto : No, no, no, you shouldn’t imitate this. Reading a diary while eating ramen is too disgusting-ttebayo

Kakashi : There’s a reason why I’m like this.

Sakura : Reason? By the way Kakashi-sensei, that diary looks quite old..

Kakashi : Ah, this is a diary I have written everyday since I entered Ninja Academy. This is the twelfth volume of “Wind and Cloud” chapter, dated on the first day I became Chuunin. I found this when I was cleaning my room yesterday. After turning page after page, yeah I was so distracted by my nostalgic days that I forgot to clean up, extensively I read it till night. Well, I found out there’s only one day content in it that, I don’t know why, looks so vague.

Sakura : Vague?

Kakashi : Mm.. I only know that on this day and this month, I was assigned an important mission for the first time with Minato-sensei’s recommendation. But the details were not written. Also my own memory is also very vague, for some reason I simply can’t remember it.

Naruto : Wait, hold it! Is that Minato-sensei the Fourth Hokage?

Kakashi : Yeah, I was in Minato-sensei’s class, Minato-sensei was my master.

Naruto : Aah, Kakashi-sensei gaahh! That was clearly the first important mission with that Fourth Hokage, how can you forget it?! Unbelievable! Do dogeza (extensive kneeling down) to the Fourth Hokage’s face statue this instant-ttebayo!

Kakashi : I-I can’t refute it.. Nnnn-Even if you say so, I can’t do anything to something that was already forgotten!

Sakura : Haaate that Kakashi-sensei is start making excuses.

Kakashi : That’s why, I just came here to recall what happened on that blank day!

Sai : On the Ichiraku store?

Kakashi : Ah, this day’s diary started with Ichiraku Ramen store.

Teuchi : On that day and month, that’s the first time I released the result of my practice, Tonkotsu Miso Char Shiu Ramen.

Kakashi : Yeah, that’s right. That’s exactly what was written at the beginning of the page. [On this day and this month, I woke up early and ran into the long queue at Ichiraku Ramen store. How I look forward to this day coming. The so-called new ramen that Teuchi-san discovered through his ramen training, what kind of existence is it? I haven’t had dinner since yesterday, to completely prepare myself for this event. But when I arrived in line, there’s Gai, Asuma, and Shizune in front of me. That muscular idiot, nosy hag, and monkey’s idiot son, how can they possibly comprehend Teuchi-san’s masterpiece?]

Naruto : Geh… Can’t believe Kakashi-sensei had such a poisonous tongue..

Kakashi : [At that time, Minato-sensei came over and called me away. Eh, no way, seriously, Minato-sensei please read the room. Why do we need to perform the mission on this day? I have queuing up, you know? Ah, it’s so hard to have a nasty superior.]

Naruto : That’s cruel.. Even the Fourth Hokage was not spared..

Sakura : What’s an annoying little brat.

Kakashi : Ugh.. N-no, that’s, well it’s my diary, I think I can’t lie to maintain the reality of this diary.

Naruto : The impression is getting worse and worse-ttebayo.

Kakashi : Anyway! [On the time I was called away by Minato-sensei, he was together with Akimichi Choza-senpai and Aburame Shibi-senpai. Then we all started to go to my first important mission.]

Sakura : Choza-san is Chouji’s dad and Shibi-san is Shino’s dad, right?

Kakashi : That’s right.

Naruto : Waah… hey do you remember the mission’s content?

 Kakashi : Ah, if I remember correctly, it’s to capture a certain minister of Rouran, a city in the dessert of the Land of Sand.

Naruto : Speaking of Rouran, isn’t that where we went on our previous mission? There are nothing else but ruins.

Kakashi : At that time, Rouran had several towers built, it was a very prosperous place. My mission is to blow up an underground facility in Rouran using the paper bombs. The detonation was successful, but my memory after that is pretty vague. When I came back to my senses, I have already started my journey back to Konoha Village. That was obviously the first important mission with Minato-sensei, such an important memory, but I really can’t remember what happened! So in order to find clues, I came to the Ichiraku Ramen store that was mentioned in my diary.

Naruto : Hmm… is that so…

Sakura : But, if the Ichiraku was only mentioned before you got called away, there shouldn’t be any clues here

Kakashi : Hmm…

Sai : Is there nothing to remember in that vague memory?

Kakashi : That’s right… A smell of wood

Naruto, Sakura, Sai : Hm hm..

Kakashi : Kinda see shadowy something moving in the desert. Also, a face of a beautiful woman. And, that’s right! I don’t know why but there’s a swelling on my head, it felt very painful

Sai : I understand!

Naruto, Sakura : Heeh?

Sai : I know what that meant!

Kakashi : You know? As expected of Sai the ex-ROOT!

Sai : I read it on library.

Kakashi : What does that mean?

Sai : This is how it goes..

Sai’s Version

Sai : [My name is Hatake Kakashi. Today is my first important mission. We must make achievements, so that’s why teamwork is important. This is the first time I team up with Choza-san and Shibi-san, so I immediately gave those two people nicknames. Obviously Choza-san is ‘fatty’]

Kakashi : The protagonist has become you. Well, although Choza-san is indeed fat, but not to the extent of Chouji.

Sai : [Ah! There are turtles on the direction of that desert! The turtle was hit and abused with a stick by the bad kids.]

Naruto : I see! The turtle is ‘shadow moving in the desert’

Sakura : Then ‘the smell of wood’ is a stick?

 Sai : [Obviously I, who have Konoha’s Will of Fire inside me, used my kunai to chase away the bad kids, and saved the turtle.]

Kakashi : W-wait, isn’t to dangerous to use kunai? That will cause an incident.

Sai : [Then I was invited by the rescued turtle to the Dragon Palace.]

Naruto : Ah, there he went…

Kakashi : Dragon Palace in the middle of desert…

Sai : [In that place I, with the beautiful Otohime-sama, we spent days together like Icha-Icha Paradise.]

Kakashi : Ano… I don’t want you to use Icha-Icha Paradise for this kind of thing.

Sakura : I see, Otohime-sama is the beautiful woman, right?

Sai : [Happy time is always short. I remembered the mission, and decided to leave the Dragon Palace. Before going back, I received a jade box from Otohime-sama, and with that I came back to the desert.]

Sakura : Yes yes, after you opened it, smoke came out from the box, right?

Sai : [After the smoke dissipated, my hair turned completely white.]

Naruto : I see! That’s why Kakashi-sensei’s hair is like that-

Kakashi : It has been like that since the beginning!

Sai : [When I came back to my senses, the surrounding area has turned into desert.]

Kakashi : It was a desert since the beginning

Sai : [Then I was surrounded by bad kids with sticks! What a surprise, I turn into a turtle.]

Kakashi : Eh, why did I turn into turtle?

Sai : [I was poked and beaten with sticks by those bad kids, then got kicked. Because of that, there are swollen lumps all over my head.]

Naruto : Hm! Now all the keywords are complete.

Sai : [I craned my head for help from around. Then from the other side, myself from few days ago came to rescue me. The end]

Kakashi : Why did such a bizarre incident like Urashima Taro happen to me?

Naruto : Hmm, I don’t quite understand the last part

Sakura : Isn’t that the one? After opening the jade box, time and space retrogade ocurred, you went to the past time, and you met the past self?

Naruto : The so-called ‘Time-Slip!’

Kakashi : Yes yes, ‘slip’ indeed. By the way the original punchline is that “when I came back, decades of time have passed”.

Sai : I arranged the story a little bit according to the circumstances

Kakashi : Can you please not doing any irrelevant arrangement?

Sai : So is that wrong?

Sakura : Then… could this be what happened?

Sakura’s Version

Sakura : [My name is Hatake Kakashi. Today is my first important mission. I must make achievements. Even if it’s insignificant, I’ll work hard to get closer to Minato-sensei. While encouraging myself, I went to the desert. Kyah! What a huge sandstorm!]

Kakashi : What the heck is that “kyah!”

Sakura : [But sandstorm are nothing, because I wore my mask hehehehe]

Naruto : How do I say it, Kakashi-sensei’s mask is indeed very convenient, but it’s weird to wear a mask all the time, right? Hehe, I want to see Kakashi’s real face. That’s right! Sai, you’re an ex-ANBU ROOT, do you ever see Kakashi’s real face?

Sai : The ANBUs also spent a lot of effort to investigate, but all seem to have failed

Kakashi : Lady Tsunade please don’t spend our budget on this kind of ridiculous thing

Sakura : You guys, this is my turn to talk you know?

Kakashi : Ah, my bad, I’m sorry, ok. Then?

Sakura : Ehem! [After walking in the sandstorm for a while, I saw a shadow moving on the other side of the desert. When I looked closely, that shadow seems to be a human being.]

Naruto : A human, huh

Sakura : [When I approached it, I saw a beautiful woman with red hair. She seems to be the queen of Rouran.]

Kakashi : Hmm, it’s more likely than a turtle

Sai : I see, that’s awesome. Two keywords have been eliminated.

Kakashi : You see, this is not some kind of quizz game

Sakura : [The Queen seems to have lost consciousness. I will save the Queen. She wandered in the desert with her weak body. Her body was trembling, hugged me tightly. The Queen said, “I am cold, please warm me up.”]

Naruto : Ooh then what? Then what?

 Sakura : [In that moment I fell in love.] Kyaah! Hey Kakashi-sensei, is this a love story? This is truly my taste~

Kakashi : You came up with this yourself!

Sai : That makes us doki doki

Naruto : Mmm then? Then?! Sakura-chan, what happened next?

Sakura : [I don’t know how to give her warmth. Should I hug her tight to give her my warmth? I can’t do this kind of thing.] Kyaah! Kakashi-sensei you’re so pure!

Kakashi : Ano na, can you please stop fantasizing about me and getting to enthusiastic without my permission?

Naruto : Hmmm what did you do, Kakashi-sensei! How did you warmth the Queen?

Sakura : [Can’t be helped, I started digging around the desert, in search for hotspring]

Naruto : Eh, you are so spineless-ttebayo

Sai : But that does seem more in character of him

Kakashi : How is it possible that there are hot springs in the desert?

Sakura : [I dug out a hotspring.]

Kakashi : Eeehh? I actually dug it out…

Sakura : [Then I made hotspring bathtub from cypress for the Queen]

Sai : Cypress? Yosh, I understand. That’s the keyword for “the smell of wood”.

Naruto : That bathtub, does this feel like it’s started to go beyond the pure love route?

Sakura : [Across the steam of hot water, the Queen gradually took off her clothes and submerged herself into the water. That’s like the ancient text says, Mirage in The Dessert, dreamlike scene. Of course I can’t look directly at the scene. But I want to see! But I shouldn’t look. I want to see! I can’t look! Can’t, can’t can’t!] THAT'S RIGHT, KAKASHI SENSEI YOU CAN'T LOOK! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK!

Kakashi : Ow ow ow, Sakura please don’t hit me in the head!

Sai : I see, the swelling on the head is from him hitting his own head to calm his evil desire

Kakashi : Whose evil desire?!

Sakura : [At that time. The Queen’s voice came from the other side of the steam. “The temperature is just right, would you like to come in?” My heart was beating so fast till about to burst. Ah, this is the real Icha-Icha Paradise! I entered the hot spring as if I were bewitched by a demon]

Naruto : Somehow, this doesn’t seem like the usual Sakura.

Sai : Is that so?

Naruto : She made this kind of story but when I went to peek into the women’s bath, she yelled “Shannaroo!” and beat me up with Iron Fists

Kakashi : To remind you all, this is my diary

Sakura : [“Hey, what’s wrong? Please come closer to this side.” But I was too shy to get closer, I didn’t move even a step. “Waah, you are such a shy person” saying that The Queen came toward me instead. The Queen looked at me. “No way, you’re wearing a mask into hotspring.”]

Naruto : Ah!

Sai : I see!

Sakura : [“Take out your mask and let me see your true face. Hurry, hurry!”]

Sai : Sakura, you’re doing great!

Naruto : The target is Kakashi-sensei’s true face!

Sai : This was her plan from the beginning. This is the genjutsu called “Story-telling”

Sakura : [“Hurry!” So I put my hand on the mask as she said. Then…]

Kakashi : [I took off the mask. My true face is…]

Naruto : What is it like-ttebayo, Kakashi-sensei??

Kakashi : [This is what I look like..] But obviously I didn’t take it off!

Sakura : Umrrh what a shame, I was so close…

Kakashi : Your intention is all wrong!

Naruto : Hmm, So, so, how about this?

Kakashi : Haah??

Naruto’s Version

Naruto : [My name is Hatake Kakashi-dattebayo]

Kakashi : Already wrong from the start-ttebayo

Naruto : [Today is my first important mission, I must make a great achievement, so that I can become Hokage, and make people in the village recognize my strength!]

Kakashi : That’s your goal, isn’t it?

Naruto : [I will not going back from my ninja way! I don’t care whether there’s a turtle or a queen in the desert-ttebayo!]

Kakashi : So you’re gonna ignore them

Naruto : [Of course there’s a smell of wood-ttebayo. I am Konoha’s ninja, my wind attribute will make the fuel of my Will of Fire burn strong!]

Kakashi : Uh, but my attribute is Lightning element…

Sai : You seems to be in a good spirit, Naruto

Sakura : Do your best, Naruto!

Naruto : Ooh!

Kakashi : As I said, this is my diary

Naruto : [I go straight to the mission, to punish the evil minister. Enemies are swarming wherever I go, and I beat them all with the pure strength of my fists!]

Kakashi : Ah, so the swelling is actually on other people’s heads?

Naruto : [Of course it is-ttebayo! How could I get hit by those people? To support in behalf of the Fourth Hokage, I am willing to go through fire and water without hesitation!]

Kakashi : Ooh oh, I understand! I understand that feeling!

Naruto : [Ah! I heard a shout, then the Fourth Hokage must be in danger. In that case, I have to help the Fourth Hokage no matter what-ttebayo!]

Kakashi : Naruto, you tell it so well, I feel so too

Naruto : [I started running to find the Fourth Hokage, and I entered a dark alley. Then, on there a toad sat upright on the ground and looked up to me]

Sai : Toad is not among the keywords

Naruto : [Suddenly the toad turned around and jumped further “PYOON” toward the dark alley, I was driven by some premonition and chase the toad.]

Sakura : Ah! “Kakashi in Wonderland!”

Kakashi : Then it should be rabbit

Sai : But both rabbit and toad jump forward

Kakashi : Fine, whatever

Naruto : [While chasing the toad that went “PYOKOON”, there’s a tunnel ahead. In the dark tunnel, I can only rely on the “PYOKOON” jumping sound to run forward. Then, I alone was suddenly ambushed by a shinobi. While I chase the toad, somehow I was also being chased by the other.]

Kakashi : Oh, the theme has changed!

Naruto : [Finally I was caught up, and the shinobi who chased me said “How about you just give up? I’m almost tired of playing this deduction game”]

Kakashi : Hmm? This dialogue..

Naruto : [The pursuing shinobi aimed his kunai at me, “You better know the reality and give up”. But I used my Kage Bunshin to deceive the enemy, so instead the chasing shinobi was the one that getting cornered. “I will never give up, NEVER GIVE UP!”]

Sakura : Waah, so cool!

Kakashi : That’s a parody of Jiraiya-sama’s other masterpiece which I am not really interested on, “The Tale of Gutsy Ninja”!

Naruto : [Then the chasing shinobi said, “Even if you defeat me, the next assassin will be there, aah, they will mess with Kakashi-sensei’s memories, as long as I still live in Kakashi-sensei’s vague memory realm, you will never remember this..]

Kakashi : Then has this become a problem with the realm inside my head?

Sai : How academic..

Naruto : [Then I said, “Then I will definitely unlock that memory. If there are memories with the Fourth Hokage, I will hold it tightly! I will never give up!!”]

Kakashi : Who are you?

Naruto : [“MY NAME IS UZUMAKI NARUTO!!”]

Kakashi : That’s not me anymore!

Naruto : [When I came back to my senses, I was already chasing the toad again. Yes, the place it goes has my memories with the Fourth Hokage, for some reason I so sure about it! The Fourth Hokage exists in that place! Fourth Hokage!]

Kakashi : Woah, this has become your story…

Naruto : [I ran with all my might. While I was running, a prison suddenly appeared in front of me.]

*Beastly roar*

Naruto : [That’s… The fox-demon Kyuubi!]

Sakura : This is bad!

Kakashi : Now this has became a problem in a realm inside Naruto’s head

Naruto : [The fox-demon said, “if you want to see the Fourth Hokage so much, little boy, I will lend you my power”]

*Bubbling sound*

Naruto : [I… I am..!]

Sai : This is bad, Naruto has grown tails!

Sakura : All four...!

Kakashi : Why did my diary cause all of this…

Teuchi : Please stop going rampage inside my store!

*Beastly roar with Naruto*

Sakura : Naruto!

Yamato : Wood Style!

Sakura : Captain Yamato!

Kakashi : Oh Tenzou! I mean, Yamato

Yamato : Thank goodness, that’s so dangerous, Naruto. Fortunately I have been hiding behind the curtain and listening to everyone’s talking.

Sakura : Captain Yamato, you eavesdropped?

Yamato : Well yeah...

Naruto : Gaah! Aah… that was close, I was almost being taken over by that fox-demon bastard. Although I already swore not to borrow that guy’s power again

Sai : That shows how much you want to meet the Fourth Hokage

Naruto : You’re right-ttebayo! But I really envy Kakashi-sensei, you can go to missions with the Fourth Hokage, you also can be near him and receive his teaching. After all, the Fourth Hokage is someone that I admire so much

Kakashi : Naruto… Yeah, he’s also someone I admire forever. However, although it’s only a day, I managed to forget the memories with Minato-sensei…

Naruto : That’s right-ttebayo! While I’ve never even see the Fourth Hokage…

Kakashi : I am a failure as a student…

Yamato : Seriously, Kakashi-senpai, as your kohai I feel embarrassed for you

Kakashi : Wh-what do you say?! In that case, you should also think of something that can fill my forgotten memory!

Yamato : Why me..

Kakashi : Just hurry think of something! The explanation that I can accept!

Yamato : Uhmm this is troublesome… So how about I summarize the best parts of what everyone said?

Kakashi : The best parts?

Yamato : That’s right, I mean those keywords that Kakashi-senpai said. For example, about the shadow that moved in the desert, just as Sakura said, it was indeed a human being.

Sakura : Hm!

Yamato : The smell of wood comes from that person. In other words, that’s the smell of Wood Style, meaning the one who collapsed in the desert is me, Yamato.

Naruto : But how is Captain Yamato there?

Yamato : That was the idea that I took from Sai’s story, ‘time-slip’ occurred in Rouran.

Sai : I see…

Kakashi : Oh, then?

Yamato : I fell down and was saved by the kid Kakashi-senpai. Then after I heard what happened, it was like what Naruto said, I went to Rouran in order to go to the Fourth Hokage’s side.

Naruto : Oh, my idea is also used-ttebayo!

Kakashi : Hm hm, then what? Then what?

Yamato : Then I used Wood Release Ninjutsu to defeat the swarming enemies. But the little Kakashi-senpai who has yet got his Sharingan held me back, which made me unable to reach the Fourth Hokage quickly. I rescued Kakashi-senpai from crises many times, but little Kakashi-senpai was still so arrogant. The two of us finally reached the Fourth Hokage, saved them all from trouble, resolved the incident! I accept the Queen’s kiss! But because I was too angry with the bratty Kakashi-senpai, so I hit him in the head with my fist. How about that?

Kakashi : Ah! That’s it!

Naruto : Eeh??

Sai : Hm hm

Sakura : Is that so?!

Kakashi : Obviously that’s not possible!

Yamato : Ow!

Kakashi : Stop talking nonsense!

Yamato : We can only talk nonsense about this kind of thing, right?

Kakashi : Somehow that makes me mad. Nnnn-somehow, looking at you feel like a nasty memory has awaken! You did something to the kid me, aren’t you?

Yamato : I did nothing! Senpai also now talks nonsense!

Kakashi : Because of you! Ah, the tingling feeling in my head is back. Oi Yamato! Let me smack you in the head!

Yamato : *bonking ensues* W-wait, wait, why, why did you hit my head!

Kakashi : Revenge for that timee!

Yamato : What revenge?!

Kakashi : I don’t know! Aargh!

Naruto : Ah, ah, what are you guys doing?

Sakura : Really stop it both of you

Sai : Really immature

Kakashi : Although I don’t quite understand, by hitting Yamato’s head my vague memory feels resolved. Now it doesn’t matter if I can’t remember it.

Yamato : Huhu why this happen to me?

Teuchi : Speaking of which..

All : huh?

Teuchi : About two days after the event of new menu, the Fourth Hokage walked around then came to our store alone.

Kakashi : Heh? Minato-sensei did?

Naruto : Really? Do you have a signature? Doesn't that often happen with ramen shops?

Sakura : Naruto shut up!

Teuchi : He ate the new Tonkotsu Miso Char Shiu Ramen. Then he said this softly, “That mission was successful thanks to a certain boy.”

Kakashi : A certain boy?

Sakura : Of course that refers to Kakashi-sensei, right?

Sai : That’s probably it

Yamato : Well, since it’s Kakashi-senpai, that’s really possible

Kakashi : Heh? Really? I did it? I managed to show my skill in my first important mission, and then got praised by Minato-sensei. Hooray! I feel so happy! Haah, but how can I forget this important milestone of my life? I am really a failure…

Naruto : No, you are indeed awesome, Kakashi’sensei! You can be praised by that Fourth Hokage, really makes me envy, you, you..

Kakashi : Hehe, is that so? Then I will be prideful for a while~

Naruto : Haha, then let’s we eat the rest of ramen

Teuchi : Hoo, you also ate the Naruto roll at the very end

Naruto : Yeah, of course the most delicious food should be saved for last

Teuchi : The Fourth Hokage also had that habit

Naruto : Hehehe

[jubburb]

》 "MENTAL WORKOUTS AT 4:00 A.M."

• @jubburb

ask: none.

synopsis: quizzing your boyfriend at the ripe hour of 4 am about genshin

a/n: idk but this kinda feels more like a fic where i'm shipping myself with albedo, bc I put all the answers to the questions as my answers irl. So if you don't have the same answers as me, just imagine your own answers in place of that, pls ♡

warnings: ooc albedo (probably), sweet bf albedo cuz I can write albedo however I fartin want, pretty short fic, not proofread (mistakes are definitely there, I'll proofread it tmr, prob)

notes: albedo is :, you are :

You watched depressingly as your earbuds die right in front of you, ultimately stopping your music and leaving you sad with the loud ringing of silence.

So now, with nothing else to do, you pull up Discord on your phone and immediately search for your boyfriend's username on the Messages bar.

Once you find it, you click on it and notice that he's online.. at 4 in the morning. But that's the least of your worries. He's texted you at the ungodly hours of 12 A.M a couple of nights ago anyway.

-

[3:59 A.M.]

: Albedo r u awake

: Albedo albedo albedo albedooo

: Albedo I can see that you're online.

: ANSWERRRR MEEEEE

You start intensely spamming your boyfriend, before he finally answers.

: Yes? What's the matter? Shouldn't you be asleep right now? We have school today, Y/N.

You smile softly, getting more comfortable in the cold duvet of your bed before typing again, the pads of your fingers tapping against the screen.

: I could ask u the same thing albedo

: why aren't you sleeping

You question, even though his answer would probably be along the lines of "Doing an experiment."

: I'm quite busy. Though I asked questions first. Why aren't you asleep?

: i just couldn't fall asleep ig

: what are u busy doing?

: I'm awake finishing my art project. What are you doing?

: well I WASS listening to music, cuz that usually helps me fall asleep but my earbuds died so..

: Oh, how unfortunate.

: that sounds sarcastic.

: you're so rude albedo.

: Im sorry. Will a picture of Redo make it better?

You click on the image attachment Albedo sent. It was a picture of his cat, Redo, curled up in a circle right next to him, his little white paws holding onto his fluffy black tail.

: yes, it made everything better.

: That's good. Now, I should probably focus on the project, so expect my answers to be a bit late.

: kk, I'll leave u alone for a bit and scroll on tiktok.

Albedo just responded with a little thumbs up emoji, and you smile softly at that.

You exit out of Discord and scroll through all the random apps before you find Tiktok, and then you spend a couple of minutes mindlessly scrolling on your for you page, before you stumble across one of your mutuals doing a cute trend on their boyfriend.

The trend was pretty simple. It was just quizzing your boyfriend or girlfriend to see how well they knew them by asking them questions revolving around their favorite games.

You quickly exit out of Tiktok, finding the little blue app called Discord again, and started texting your beloved blondie once again.

: ohh albedooooo~

True to his words, Albedo took a couple more minutes to respond, but he did in the end.

: Yes, my petal?

You smile again, your cheeks a slight tinge of light pink at the nickname and start typing again.

: what is my favorite genshin element?

: Hm? Why are you asking? Well, either way, it's Geo, obviously.

: what's my favorite character from each region?

: You have me doing a mental workout this early in the morning.. Your favorite Mondstadt character is Diluc, in Liyue it's Zhongli, for Inazuma it's Raiden Shogun and for Sumeru it's Collei, for Fontaine it's Neuvillette, and for Natlan it's Xilonen.

: who's my favorite archon?

: Simple, Morax.

: what's my favorite elemental reaction?

: Freeze, because you like immobolizing your enemies and being able to beat them easily.

: who am I saving up for?

: Mm. You always impulse spend your primogems on every banner, but you always talk about how much you want Raiden Shogun C2, Itto, and Xilonen.

: Can I go back to my art project now?

: no. how many primos do I have saved up for these characters?

: 176. You better hope that luck comes your way and you get the character you want with a simple one pull.

: how much mora do I have?

: Last time I was on your account.. you had about 3 million, so unless that number has changed, my answer is 3 million mora. Which you could double if you actually agreed to do the Ley Lines with me.

: mkayy mkayy I have a couple more questions.

: And by a couple do you mean you'll keep asking me questions until it's time to get ready for school?

: no, seriously, I'm running out of questions to ask.

: Ah. Continue then.

: who do I hate most in genshin?

: This one is easy. Dottore. You despise that man with every bone in your body, I'm sure. You'd want to punch him through a wall, right? I won't blame you. He's a despicable human being.

: youre so right. what BP level am I on?

: Level 6, you completely ignore it, unless it gives you Fates.

: and finallyyy would you take care of my account if I died?

: Oh, definitely. I would treat it like a precious artifact. But I hope to the Archons that wouldn't ever have to be the case.

: awh, I love you 'bedo.

: I love you too, my petal. May I continue working on my project now?

: yes yes yes u can, I'll sleep for like 4 more hours before I have to start getting ready for school..

: Alright, sweet dreams, my love.

: sweet dreams, bedoo~

[4:26 A.M.]

With that, you simply exit out of Discord, feeling excited that your boyfriend cares enough to know everything about you and to keep what you tell him stored away in his noggin.

You plug your phone into the charger, and your head hits the cold pillow with a nice and relaxing thud, before drifting off into dreamland for a couple hours more, dreaming of your a familiar blonde braided Dragonspinian.

- signed by c

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No.42 Chapter 4

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn friends to lovers

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Part 3

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‘You should see him after a few games, it’s a lot.’

With a mouth full of burrito, you still managed to laugh at the image Liam and Art were conjuring of Patrick’s sunburn turning him beetroot. The three of you were sat at a cute little place you’d somehow never seen before, probably because you didn’t know the area that well. Art’s choice.

‘So how’s living with this one?’ Liam asked, spitting hummus everywhere as he spoke. Neither you or Art had known who his question was for so you both yelped

‘Good!’

A little too enthusiastically for Liam.

Art’s hair had dried perfectly in the piercing sun rays and the smell of his mint shampoo kept wafting in your direction whenever the breeze turned. Shit. You were supposed to be listening to Liam. What was he saying?’

‘Fridays good.’ Art nodded at his friend, not looking at you for conformation. Clearly someone had been listening. You waited until Liam was texting his girlfriend to hiss at Art what he’d just agreed to - the answer ? - a party at Liam’s.

‘Are you sure it’s okay … if I come?’ Neither boy missed the slight sadness in your question. Your search for validation and fear of the wrong outcome. As Liam beamed at you, reassuring your brain that you were indeed very much wanted at his party and that ‘it won’t be the same without you’ Art’s eyes were locked on your face. You failed to notice.

‘So don’t worry about it okay? It’s not a tennis people thing, just a Liam friends thing.’ He smiled, very genuinely, and you smiled back. When Liam went to the bathroom he noticed Art was picking aggressively at the table, something he’d never seen him do before.

Without looking up from his task of picking through wood one mm at a time, Art asked coldly. ‘When did Patrick say he’d be back?’ Oh fuck it was Sunday! Better check your phone.

2 missed messages.

12:03pm - Text from Patrick

It’s not going well at all. She keeps starting shit with me for no reason she’s a lot to deal with if I’m being honest. Hope your day is better than mine so far

1:26pm - Text from Patrick

You’ve gotta pick me up Y/N I can’t stay here with these people until 9 I’ll catch arsehole disease

Just as you thought of a reply that was both supportive and concerned your phone lit up. Patrick was calling.

‘Pat hey! I didn’t expect to hear fro-‘

‘Pick me up.’

‘Jesus okay-‘

‘Pretty please Y/N I’ll send you my location right now just get here.’

He had a tendency to overreact to uncomfortable situations but you could hear the genuine panic and defeat in his voice. You had to help him.

‘Okay okay but … what’s wrong with Uber?’

‘I can’t afford it.’

You took a deep breath, gesturing to Art to stop mouthing ‘what’s happening?’ so you could concentrate.

‘Okay let me just tell Art-‘

‘Art’s there? Get him to come, he knows the way.’

‘Okay.’

Whilst you explained to Liam the rough situation, Art ran to your flat to fetch his car. With how little time it took him to return you wondered why he hadn’t become a runner instead? He must have done track, at-least.

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It was an hour drive to Patrick’s girls place. 45 minutes on Sundays. You waited until Art had gotten to the motorway before you asked the million dollar question.

‘So… Patrick said you knew the way. How? This is nowhere near anyone’s house that we know.’

Art chuckled, his delicate hand barely touching the wheel when he casually changed lanes at 70mph. His car smelt like him, you tried not to breathe heavier to encase yourself in his scent more intensely. It was growing difficult.

‘Well, I actually … dated Hannah before he did.’

He adjusted his mirror to watch the arsehole behind drive up his ass, for a moment you noticed him looking at the window. If Art ‘his mother could have knitted him’ Donaldson was about to roll the window down to flip someone off you were in for a treat.

‘How long for? Did Patrick even ask bef-‘

‘Does Patrick ever ask you for permission to do something?’

No. Not once.

‘It doesn’t bother me. We weren’t serious and it was a few years before he asked her out.’

You both envied and pitied this Hannah girl who Art seemed to care so little for.

‘Is it not a bit weird though? I wouldn’t want my exes fucking my friends.’

Art glanced over to you, he was driving at 60 again so you weren’t as inclined to grasp the door handle. He looked a little puzzled at your remarks or maybe it was amusement. ‘You thought we’d have different types?’

‘Yes, one hundred percent.’

‘We usually do. Hannah is probably more Patrick’s type.’

Your pity for Hannah grew once again.

‘But clearly, not more compatible.’

When you looked at Art he was frowning. He might have been looking at the road but you knew he was remembering something, something bitter.

You reread Patrick’s text: ‘She’s a lot to deal with.’ but that could mean anything from she takes too long getting ready to she needs to be kept away from others. Once Art said you were close you felt a little uneasy, like you needed to mentally prepare to deal with this girl. If she’d frightened Patrick she had to have something very wrong with her.

‘Art?’

He looked out of it.

‘Is there anything I should know, anything I should maybe avoid saying or doing with this… Hannah? Patrick sounded - I don’t wanna say scared bu-‘

‘Oh he’ll be scared,’ you felt genuine dread for a moment until you saw Art looked solemn not worried. He hid it behind a forced chuckle, as if what he was about to say was a funny anecdote he whipped out at parties to break the ice. ‘She can be a lot.’ There goes that word again. ‘She’s probably the only person I’ve ever met who puts tennis above - well - breathing and she thinks if you’re not playing tennis twelve hours a day everyday you’re letting yourself and her down.’

‘Sounds obsessive.’

‘I did warn him.’

As you pulled up to Hannah’s house you felt a twinge, or an aggressive increase, of guilt for your comment the night before. You should have saved your judgement for Hannah, clearly tennis was her entire life and Art had disagreed with her. Patrick certainly would.

He was sat on her doorstep, like a lost puppy waiting for its owner, but he still gave a quick wave before walking over.

‘Thank you!’ Patrick exclaimed once he was in the car. ‘You two just saved me, I was about to let her coach me just so she’d stop fucking yelling.’ He was sweating and slightly out of breath, poor thing.

‘Art, don’t you wanna go say hi?’

‘Funny…’

Chapter 5

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