#n it makes me feel insecure n immature n little

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

i love observing the year 1s esp those who are like have very visible alternative styles and are probably also queer but alslfkfg plz do not try to befriend me im 21 n ur baby 😭

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Warnings: Language, slight smut, touching, body-issues, reader has insecurities over big chest, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), self-esteem, mentions slight panic and anxiety, mirror play, and NSFW.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Plus size Reader

Wordcount: 1,945

A/N: I’ve had a lot of negative comments from people/my family about my weight lately, so… This is self-indulgent. I need Eddie to make me and my body type feel appreciated.

Buying lingerie to show Eddie and he’s honored that someone dresssd up for him.

You had fumbled with the bags all day, caught between regretting your decision and ready to take it on. Eddie wasn’t like other guys… other people, really. It wasn’t that you feared what he would do, no. It was the humiliating dread of him being nice to spare your feelings, the worst possible outcome equaling out to disgust at your surprise. But you had pushed it aside, freshened in your shower, applied a different makeup look to frame your features, then slipped an old parka on over the black lace.

You’d forgone heels and kept your boots on, those easy to take off once you had arrived at the trailer, your giddy boyfriend greeting you like he’s never seen you a day in his life. With the air conditioner properly placed in the trailer, Eddie’s hair was down, curled around his shoulders, a simple white tank top and black cut off sweat shorts over his trim form. He’s always beautiful to you. The amused smirk on his face did not go unnoticed, however, upon taking in your parka in this sweltering Indiana heat (even at night). It was an automatic “it’s cooler in my room, if you wanna?” offer, with him grabbing two bottles of coke from his fridge on the way.

Time to do this thing…

~*~

When he pushes his door open, the coolness that carries his Old Spice, nicotine soaked scent, it hits you square in the face. You relax a little, already sliding your fingers into your jacket buttons, popping them open and working the zipper. His back is to you as clears some space on his dresser, going on about why you’re wearing a coat, if you’re okay, what is it about. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, an anxious reaction, and you’re shoving the coat off your shoulders, exposed skin immediately stimulated with the prickles of electrifying goosebumps. And Eddie, god love him, he isn’t at all prepared for what he sees when your voice hooks into his attention span and gets him to turn around.

“Eddie?”

Initially, you take his shocked look as something bad. His widened eyes and slack jaw, the way he runs his fingers and tugs at his own roots. You feel an immature burn of familiar tears, reaching to pick up the coat and apologize. His voice leaves zero room for that energy in here.

“No, baby. No, sweetheart.” Layering on pet names to help soothe you, he calms the panicked nerves he can see escalating.

Though his own heart rate is out of control, his tongue’s tip on fire, touching his cheek, sweats suddenly tighter. You are his personal goddess on the daily — something he never expected, nor looked for. And you did this for him? The devil freak gets something special from an Angel like you? Temporarily halting your actions, you do notice the way his eyes expand into the depths of midnight black, how he reaches to adjust himself in his sweats - it keeps you here.

He reaches for you with that outstretched, tattooed arm. “Baby? Let me in. Let me see? I’m just not used to this…” He rushes to correct his phrasing, already knowing what it could do to you. “I mean, I’m not used to a hot fuckin’ woman getting dressed up for a guy like me, y’know? Takes a minute to sink in. And honestly? I’m waiting for Wayne to wake me up right now.”

It all clicks for you. It isn’t just about your insecurities, but this also giving something special to someone who also struggles to see confidence and self-worth. You’ve never been more proud of yourself than in this moment, overcoming your fears to get Eddie Munson this excited? You take his hand with a soft smile, albeit, still shy as he brings you around to pinch your chin between his fingertips, leaning in to press a kiss to your nose’s tip. His voice is gravelly, soaked in heat. Eddie’s mouth ghosts across your own, barely touching as he asks, “Permission to touch?”

You give into him, hand still in his, the other raising to hold onto the warmth of his shoulder, twirling his curls into your grasp to ease some nerves. His eyes immediately widen as he truly gets to look you over. Overflowing thighs in a beautiful thong, your thick curls peeking out of the sides, your beautiful legs — clad in silk sheer stockings, lace trimmed to meet, your stretch marks, your scars, the way, in which, you carry your plush stomach, to your full breasts that spill over the cups, and even your makeup — different, darker, more smoldering. He tips the digits of his spare hand, rings clinking together as he tickles his way up your forearm, tracing the vein back down, until he’s tapping on your pulse point inside of your wrist. Hands join, his grip shifting you into a twist, with your back pressed against his chest, and how badly he wants you nudging at your bare ass cheek.

You bow your head from immediate reflection in the mirror — something your boyfriend has yet to see. He’s too busy watching the way your ass swallows that thin black strap, this set showcasing all the indents that cascade down your thighs. And even your boots, he loves that you kept it you, that you didn’t force yourself into heels. You don’t like them, he knows this. He lets his fingers path their way along your spine, rubbing across the clasp on your bra, pausing to ask once more, now quite aware that you’re looking awkwardly at his messy floor.

“Sweetheart? You okay up there?” It’s silent for a beats, but then you’re mentioning his mirror.

He fights back a sigh, because how can you not see how perfect you look — without or without all of this. He wants to keep your comfort in mind, but it’s also important that he helps you see how fucking gorgeous you are. So he shakes his head, his curls tickling your shoulder blades.

“I don’t think so.”

You object, stopping yourself when his voice pleads into a softness that you’ve never heard from him before.

“I want to try somethin’. And if you don’t like it, we move away from the mirror, kay? Zero pressure, all your call.”

You have to admit that you’re intrigued, and excitement bubbling beneath your breastbone, dumping molten lava over your flesh. Eddie can see you inhale sharply through the mirror. He does that downward nod, brow raised, and you’re nodding. He’s so giddy that his tongue pokes out in concentration, joined hands freed, one of his dipping backward in a journey to slide the back of his knuckles across your thong strap. You arch into his torso, watching him watch you.

There’s a primal confidence that stirs in your belly, twists inside of your gut, ultimately soaking you between your legs. And as he finds the clasp on your bra, getting it unhooked in one go, only for his hands to dance along your sides, hook underneath your armpits, and immediately begin to tease your areola in languid strokes — you lose it. He allows his chin to rest on your shoulder, his voice the cure for everything you’ve ever needed, or will desire. “Look at yourself. Don’t look at me, just watch yourself.”

Your gaze finds your own body, not even caring at the exposure of your breasts or how they hang (something you are trying to be okay with, you know), heart accelerating full speed ahead, sure that Eddie can feel it. It’s almost like his mimicking the way he runs his fingers across the body of his guitar — easy, languidly, making sure to dip and curve when necessary. He goes with your head tilt, his voice finding your earlobe, hot breath causing your nipples to harden. “This body, it’s like the shield of your secret world. One that only I’m allowed into…” He breaks apart his sentence to drop his hands over your navel, curling into that ticklish spot that has you shivering.

“Eddie…” You watch your lips part, tongue licking to smear your lipstick.

It seems as if you’re watching a private show, beautiful woman and her beautiful lover. You’re out of body, yet you have never been more present. Eddie, he can hardly think, his breaths falling over uneven pants, his cock so hard that his eyes could cross. He can’t stop touching you, won’t dare miss how your eyes have glossed over at the performance your body is giving you. He can cry within this moment, so grateful, so fuckin’ proud of you.

So he keeps going, saying what he feels in several organs. “Your body is a map and I get to explore it with these.” He wiggles his fingers against your tummy, letting them fall above your elastic waistband, before they dip inside. Holy Christ, you’re warm, and he hasn’t even touched you properly.

“With my lips.” His lips find the flesh of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — tasting your perspiration, your body wash… you.

He watches your legs spread on their own accord, beckoning him to take what he wants. His fingers brush through your soaking wet curls, a moan leaving his throat so deep that it echoes inside of his diaphragm. Fuck. You’re a mess. Both of you hold your breaths as his fingers glide along your seam, combing through your hair, making it even sloppier, cruder.

And the way you sound…

It is you who looks up first this time to catch the reflection, enchanted by the way his knuckles and the rings adorning take shape beneath your lace panties. He lets his remaining hand smack your ass, one cheek at a time, before it cups your breast to give a pinch. You’re shocked when he releases you to come around and briefly block your view. But he presses his sticky fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without question, enjoying your own taste (something you would barely try beforehand), and Eddie literally gasps, tugging you by a love handle in for a crushing kiss. By the time you part, you’ve left your lipstick stain on his fingers and his own mouth — your claim.

That’s when he licks his lips, dropping to his knees, giving you an entirely different view. He’s at your feet, tugging your panties down, a thick creamy web threaded from you to the crotch, making you swallow harshly. You balance on his shoulder to step out, left in just your boots and thigh high stockings. He rubs his hands along the material, squeezing, appreciating the flesh beneath. His brown irises are left to a simple ring, a murky abyss shadowing his sclera.

His does that thing with his mouth, the one that causes you to fold like a lawn chair. And then he’s speaking to you, using two fingers to noisily part your cunt. “You can even take my tongue captive inside of you, empress.”

Your hands drop, fisting into his curls immediately, as he wastes to time to give you one solid lick, gathering what he has to circle your opening, his tongue’s tip then pushing into you. He’s whining in little grunts, vibrating between your legs, in absolutely heaven on earth. You begin to ride over his face, hand in his curls, unrelenting, one finding your nipple to play with. You’re doing exactly as he’d hoped — watching yourself receive his worship. And this is something he will never let you forget.

[badbtssmut]

The reader dates with Taehyung's twin and they have a quarrel. Taehyung pretends to be his twin brother and has sex with the reader like he always dreamed of

Admin note: normally don’t do twins, but liked this idea 🫶

—

“You were right, y/n. I shouldn’t have kept my ex’s number in my phone. You are right, it would only keep the door open to cheating. I was immature, and I’m sorry.” The man who you thought was your boyfriend, apologized.

You took the flowers Taehyung handed to you.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung asked.

You opened the door wider, and stepped aside.

Taehyung walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch. “I missed you.” He said.

You closed the door and sat beside him.

You sighed and shook your head.

You missed him too. But you had been angry. Angry that he still had his ex-girlfriend in his phone. It had made you question if you could ever really trust him.

Your first real fight. It had been one week since you had seen or spoken to each other.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had vented to Taehyung how he was sick of how jealous and insecure you were, and how you had accused him of cheating. This was the perfect time for him to make his move. Taehyung convinced his brother to give you some space, and to reconsider the relationship, causing doubt in his mind.

“Y/N, please, I was being immature.” He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head against him.

He kissed the top of your head.

You missed this.

You missed him.

“Alright, I don’t want to fight anymore. I forgive you. Just, no more secrets okay? No more lies. You tell me the truth from now on, and I promise to do the same. And no more ex-girlfriends in your phone.”

Taehyung chuckled. “I promise.”

—

Something was different about your boyfriend.

“Fuck, such a delicious pussy, want to pound into it all night.” Taehyung groaned as he tilted his head back, thrusting into you.

He was rougher, and dirtier.

And you were loving it.

His cock felt like it was splitting you open. It was so big and long. You loved how he filled you up. You loved how he slammed his hips against you. How he gripped your thighs tightly as he pounded you.

“I didn’t know you could fuck me like this…” You whispered, “You’re different, but I like it.” You let out a shaky moan as he groped onto your breasts, kneading them in his hands, before leaning down to lick and suck at them.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you arch your back, pushing your breasts against his mouth.

Your boyfriend had gotten more aggressive with his fucking, and a little more dominant.

But you didn't mind.

Taehyung grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees against your chest as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

You were dripping.

Dripping wet.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Pretty girls like you deserve to get filled with cum, don't you agree, princess? You love the feeling of my cock inside of you, don’t you? Look how good you take me, you were made to take my dick.” Fuck, he was so hot.

You felt your pussy milk Taehyung’s cock dry, clenching around him, causing him to spill inside of you.

Taehyung grunted. He held your legs open and thrusted in and out of you as his seed spilled inside of your cunt.

You came down from your high, and watched him pull his cock out, and the cum drip out of your pussy.

His thumb pressed down on your clit. Taehyung then rubbed circles around your clit, and then moved his hand down, sliding two fingers into you and pumping in and out of you, his cum dripping from his fingers.

You shuddered, “More.. please.”

He smiled wickedly.

You loved this new side of him.

-

"Pretty flowers,” Your boyfriend complimented the bouquet on the table.

“They are, they have been holding up pretty well. Where’d you get them?” You asked as you hugged him.

“Huh?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop joking around,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not, what are you talking about? I didn’t get those for you.” He pointed to the flowers.

Your stomach dropped.

“What? Please.. stop, that’s not funny! Are you going to say next that we didn’t fuck either? It was just a dream!? Don't play games with me. I remember it like it was yesterday, are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Your boyfriend’s face turned pale at your words.

“That fucking asshole, it must’ve been Taehyung, that sneaky motherfucker!” Your boyfriend suddenly shouted, slamming a fist on the table before he ran off, leaving you in confusion.

Wait, you fucked his twin brother?

[trueebeauty]

IGNORING THEM - lookism men

how lookism men react to you giving them the silent treatment...

Confused and Concerned; He is gentle and nurturing to you. He might not even realize you're ignoring him because he wouldn't intentionally cause you to be upset. He genuinely cares about your feelings and wants to make sure you're okay. He might be worried he did something wrong and wants to fix it.

"Hey, is everything alright? You've been awfully quiet all night." Places a hand on your shoulder gently.

"Did I do something wrong? You seem upset." Looks worried with furrowed brows.

Cooks your favorite meal and sets the table. "How about we eat and talk about what's bothering you?"

 ➥𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄, 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍.

Slightly Upset and Needy; He might be a little insecure and craves your attention. He might feel rejected or unimportant when you ignore him. Using playful tactics is his way of trying to win back your attention and affection in a lighthearted way.

Sighs dramatically. "Come on, (Y/N). The silent treatment? Really?"

Pouts and gives you the puppy-dog eyes. "Is this about [something minor you might be disagreeing on]?"

Whines playfully and nudges you. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. But you gotta tell me what's wrong, babe."

 

➥𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌, 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀, 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆.

Giving You Space (But Still Worried); He is respectful and understands that sometimes you just need some time alone. He trusts you and your ability to communicate when you're ready. He offers support without being overbearing, hoping you'll feel comfortable opening up to him.

Kisses your forehead softly. "I'm here if you want to talk. Otherwise, I'm going to watch some TV in the living room."

Sits beside you silently, offering a supportive presence without pushing.

Makes you a cup of tea and leaves it on the table next to you. "This might help." Gives you a small smile.

 ➥𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈, 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐌, 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊, 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐊, 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀. 

Annoyed and Frustrated; He might have difficulty with indirect communication. He might find the silent treatment immature or manipulative. He could feel disrespected or dismissed by your lack of communication.

Crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. "Look, If you're mad at me, just say it. Ignoring me isn't helping anything."

Raises his voice slightly. "Seriously? This is childish. Talk to me like an adult." 

Storms out of the room, muttering to himself. "Fine. Be that way."

Feels the energy and leaves, not wanting to deal with you right now.

➥𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄, 𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎, 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍, 𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄, 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐁 𝐉𝐈, 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐀, 𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌.

[yuusishi]

Can I request for a reader that is dating Azul but is very clingy to everyone and it makes him jealous also this is my first time requesting so my bad if it doesn’t make sense

. . . stay with me

pairings : Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader

genre : angsty ? sort of hurt/comfort

cws/tws : jealousy , insecurity

a/n : it's been a bit since I last wrote a whole fic saur if this is bad I'm sorry 😥😥I ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE JEALOUSY FICS THAT WELL SO !! YEAH !!

Azul Ashengrotto is not what most would call a "clingy" type of person. He keeps others at a distance and prefers to keep a promisor/promisee relationship with almost everyone.

Keyword: almost.

Anyone else would start wondering if this truly was Azul if he saw the way he clung to you at night and…how easy it was to make him jealous.

He can’t help but feel the thorny feeling of jealousy rise up in his chest like bile every time he saw how much you hang out with Ruggie, when he sees you reading quietly next to a sleeping Silver under a tree when your classes are over while he still has a few to push through, he hates it!

But he deals with it in the end, not wanting to push you away just because of what he deems as unreasonable feelings. In reality, that jealousy stems from his own deep-rooted anxieties, he knows there are others better than him, better for you, he can't help but feel like you might just up and leave one day.

He keeps everything tucked deeply within his persona of confidence and suave. Azul only lets down that wall when it's you, so it's easy for you to tell when he's being jealous. The way he's clingier when you get to stay over at his dorm, wrapping his arms around you just a little tighter than usual, his head buried deeper in your neck. He hides any hint of jealousy in his words but his actions speak for themselves.

A gentle hand makes its way through his silvery hair, twirling the curled ends around your finger, your fingertips running through his scalp, you feel him relax even by a little. Azul sighs quietly, his breath brushing your collarbone.

"Do you want to talk about something?"

It's hard for him to admit, it's stupid. Although his thoughts still eat up his mind, he knows you won't leave him that easily. You're stubborn, it's something he's come to love about you.

"You were with the others majority of the day" he said, getting his words out as swift as he can, "Are you jealous?" you asked and received no reply, Azul clinging onto you tighter was all you needed to hear.

"Azul Ashengrotto, you know I love you, right?" you said, pressing a small kiss on the boy's forehead, "In my entire life you're the only person I'll ever love this much."

With a sigh, he lets go of you to face the ceiling of his dorm room, his leg still on top of yours (he would rather die than not make physical contact with you at night), you stare at his eyes, a mixture of blue and purple, no longer obstructed by his glasses that are off to the nightstand. "Forgive me for being so...immature" he quietly mumbles, feeling too shameful to even give you a glance, you turned to your side and laced your hand with his, "Don't worry about these things, Azul, I'll always be here."

[barcaatthemoon]

marked || alanna kennedy x reader ||

you ask alanna to make you hers.

minors dni, 18+ only, smut ahead.

going out to the club had sounded like a great idea at first. however, things took a turn almost immediately. alanna always attracted the attention of someone. usually you could brush it off without a second thought, but this time was different. this time, you took one look at the girl trying desperately to hang off of your girlfriend's arm and felt a wave of insecurity bubble up inside of you.

alanna would never have left with that woman, but that didn't mean you appreciated watching her soak up the attention. it was immature, but you had gone out onto the dance floor with every intention of making alanna jealous. your plan wasn't even fully hatched before someone had taken the spot behind you, grabbing onto your hips to grind your ass against their body.

"watch your fucking hands!" alanna shouted. you were pretty sure that the song playing hadn't even made it to the chorus before alanna was rushing over there. she ripped you away from your temporary dance partner, threatening to get in their face for touching you like that.

"let's get out of here lani," you said as you tugged her away. the last thing you wanted was for her to get in serious trouble for misbehaving, so you were quick to do some damange control. alanna glanced down at you to see the pleading look in your eyes, so she listened to you. the two of you walked out of the club together, but alanna was still visibly seething. "alanna?"

"what?" alanna snapped. she saw you flinch out of the corner of her eye and softened herself up a bit before she spoke to you again. "i'm sorry baby, what?"

"are you mad at me?" you asked her. alanna shook her head as she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. the ride home was tense, like alanna couldn't let go of what she had seen in the club. you couldn't blame her, you were still having trouble getting past the way that other woman very obviously wanted your girlfriend for herself. she was definitely the type that alanna would have gone for if she wasn't with you, and that was what scared you.

"where are you going?" alanna asked as you moved past her. you didn't expect her to grab you and pull you into her arms like she was. "i think you know that we've got some shit to work past right now."

"do you want me, lani?" you stared up at alanna, who looked confused by your question. "do you love me? would you ever leave me for someone else? are you mine just like i'm yours?"

"of course i want you, (y/n). of course i love you. i love you more than i've ever loved anybody, you know that. just like you know that i'm not going anywhere," alanna said. she had completely dropped her edge, but you could still see the angry arousal in her eyes. "what kind of questions are those?"

"tell me that you're mine," you said. alanna blushed as she looked away from you. this was the first time that you'd ever gotten like that before, but it was far from the first for her. she couldn't imagine how you just said those things to her without feeling a little funny about it. it wasn't a bad feeling at all, but it was just not something alanna was used to.

"i'm yours." alanna pressed a kiss to your lips, one that you knew would leave them slightly bruised when she pulled away. you brought your hand up to touch your lips as she pulled away, as if to feel the buzzing from the pressure being lifted. "what do i need to do to prove this to you?"

"nothing, i just one want thing. mark me. mark me so that everyone knows who i belong to," you told her. alanna's jaw dropped as she looked at you. "do i have to tell you twice?"

"no," alanna mumbled. she tilted your head to the side and got to work kissing your neck. you felt her move up and down the same little trail again and again. alanna was good at marking up your skin, leaving several hickeys and bite marks all over your neck.

"lower," you told her. alanna smirked at the breathiness of your voice. she pushed your shirt up, trailing more marks all over your stomach and chest. your hips rose up to grind against her, something that alanna definitely didn't miss.

"you're gonna look so pretty in the morning with all my marks covering you," alanna said. she couldn't wait to see you in the morning after all of this. the marks would be a little faded, but still there for several days to come. alanna wouldn't be able to control herself around you at first, but there wouldn't be any complaints from either side. you wanted alanna to be sickeningly into you for a little while.

"lani, please. i need to feel you," you whined. alanna unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down your legs, occasionally stopping along the way to leave a mark or two. your thighs were her favorite place to mark up, mainly because people couldn't see those. alanna didn't mind leaving marks in places that people could see, but she loved the ones that were reserved for her eyes only.

alanna spread your legs open and dipped her head down to taste you. your hands found their way into her hair, pushing her face further into your cunt as she began to teasingly lick at you. you wanted more and weren't above fucking yourself with alanna's face. not wanting you to do all of the work, alanna gripped your thighs and pushed forward just enough to have you crying out her name.

"alanna!" your voice rang out loudly in the previously silent room. alanna was smirking as she ate you out, tongue alternating spots to feel like it was everywhere at once. she could tell that you were getting close to cumming. alanna counted the time in between each little pant and squeal that you let out until your body began to tremble in her arms. your thighs squeezed around her head as alanna's tongue made slow strokes to help you come down from your orgasm.

"that's it," alanna cooed as she moved to lay beside you. her arm draped across your midsection lightly, unsure of how close you wanted her. "i love you."

"i love you too," you mumbled as you turned into her embrace. alanna let you lay there for a moment before she got out of bed to get you a glass of water. she watched you take a few sips of it before the two of you went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. "you marked me up good babe."

"hey, you asked for it," alanna said as she glanced at your reflection in the mirror. it was a bit overboard, but alanna was already looking at you like she wanted to devour you all over again, so obviously, it had worked out well.

[bumblesimagines]

Jordan Li

fancy running into you here.

do you have a second to talk?

fancy running into you here.

do you have a second to talk?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, Male!Reader

Going on a whim by saying Jordan's parents are fully traditional

You watched your fellow classmates, teachers, and parents mingle around, many of them desperate to make connections with richer folks who could be their stepping ladders into getting more invested in the Supe world. It always made you roll your eyes watching parents desperate to make a buck off their kids as if forcing them to have life-altering abilities hadn't been enough to sedate their greed. You'd long lost your own family in the crowd after having slipped away with the excuse of needing the bathroom. Not many classmates had been as smart as you. 

"Fancy running into you here." A familiar voice chimed from beside you, familiar enough for you to continue looking forward and sigh into the cup of vodka Cate Dunlap had so graciously gotten for you. Jordan slipped their hands out of their pockets and plopped down on the seat beside you, one hand reaching out to grab the glass cup from you and drink as well. Licking their lips, they asked, "Do you have a second to talk?"

"With you?" You turned your head to look at them and reached over to take your cup back. "Nah, I don't think so, Jordan. I'm a little busy at the moment."

Jordan rolled their eyes and leaned their arms against their legs, their eyes flickering over your features. "Doing what, exactly? Avoiding your parents?"

"You'd know a thing or two about that." You muttered, pouring the rest of the contents into your mouth before setting the cup aside and dabbing at your lips with the sleeve of your shirt. Jordan grimaced for a second, their eyes flickering away to search the crowd for the people they called Mom and Dad. 

"(Y/N), I just want to talk-" 

"And I don't, Jordan. There's nothing to talk about."

"There's a lot to talk about." Jordan snapped. "You ghosted me and then I learn from Cate that it's over? What the hell was that about?"

Truthfully, you had been rather... immature about dumping Jordan Li. Sure, instead of ghosting and ignoring them for a week or two and then asking innocent bystander Cate Dunlap to relay a break-up message to someone who had a hint of a bad temper and super strength in their masc form you could've sat with Jordan and spoken like adults, but you'd been left feeling pretty pissed off with them. Pissed off enough that you'd accidentally broken one of the water fountains without meaning to the day before deciding to go ghost. It wasn't completely your fault water naturally reacted to your emotions.

"I did you a favor, Jordan." You told them bitterly, sitting up in your seat. You doubted they'd let you leave so easily, especially with their hawk eyes trained and focused fully on you. 

"By leaving me out of nowhere? You know what's worse than being dumped over text? Someone else telling you that you've been dumped, (Y/N). At least Cate felt bad when she told me. You pretended I didn't even exist!" Jordan huffed, their leg beginning to bounce and their jaw visibly clenching. 

"I should've been doing that from the get-go seeing as you weren't even happy about being with me." You sneered and they blinked, eyes widening and shoulders slumping. Jordan immediately stood up and set their hands on the armrests of your chair, their fingers digging into the soft velvety fabric as they caged you in. 

"You were the first fucking person to accept me. Shit, you- you're the whole reason I even felt comfortable coming out, (Y/N)! First day of school I was shitting a brick and then you had the fucking nerve to look me in the eye and tell me I was pretty. And then you said it again when I showed you my other form. Of course, I was fucking happy with you. You're the only person I don't feel insecure around."

"Should I remind you that you were the one who said I was 'just a classmate' when your parents visited? You didn't even want to call me a friend in front of them!" You reminded them, fingers curling around the collar of their shirt and pushing them back until you could stand. You released them, noticing Dean Shetty making her way over in quick strides. Jordan's face fell completely, their brows lifting slightly at your words. "You don't want to tell your parents you also like guys? Great, take your time. But at least let me know you're going to treat me like a damn stranger when they're around so I know it's not a serious relationship." 

"(Y/N)-"

"There's plenty of people who'll date you and be your little secret, Jordan. I'm not one of them."

[unknownperson246]

a/n: Heya I was wondering if I could request an izzy fic? Where she works for the band (assistant/helps the manager) 1st meets izzy when is strung out on heroin and he's rude and mean to her. She requests to be moved to a different area but gets requested to help during the use your illusion tour. She meets izzy again now he's clean, he feels terrible. Finds ways to make it up to her. Eventual relationship fluff/smut towards the end

hiii so so sorry it’s like 3 months late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Last Straw

Words: 1,047

warnings: *smut* *angst* *p in v* *mentions and usage of drugs and substances* *mentions of scars* *degradation*

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You were 25. You were Guns N’ Roses band assistant and you always helped them out with their hair makeup and clothing. They were a little too much to handle sometimes. You got frustrated easily because they left everything a mess and they didn’t take time to appreciate all the things you do for them. You have talked to pretty much all of them except Izzy. He intimated you. He was tall and had black hair. He had never talked to you and you have never talked to him. One day you mustered up the courage to go talk to him but he was half asleep. 

“Hi Izzy,” you say in a cheery tone. 

“What do you want!? Leave me the fuck alone you bitch. You're nothing but a nuisance and a whore. I bet you only wanted to work with us for our dicks. Fuck off!” He went on an endless plethora as he jerked up from his sleep. He was under the influence of his first love Heroine. 

You saw needles and stained spoons everywhere next to him. You saw red fresh scars near his green veins. You walked away when you realized he was strung out. 

“How the fuck could I be so fucking stupid?” You scolded yourself. 

You were embarrassed and upset that you caused Izzy to yell at you. You wanted to cry but instead, you kept to yourself and helped everyone out since it was your job. You were thankful no one saw or heard him yell at you. 

Your final straw was when Izzy kept pointing at you when he was talking to Axl and Slash. You thought they were making fun of you. You were already so insecure so you resigned from being the assistant to Guns N’ Roses and moved on to a new rock band that was less of a freak show. You worked with them for a couple of years until the manager of Guns N’ Roses contacted you again to help them on the Use Your Illusion tour. You thought about it and accepted it because you knew they had to change by now. They were young and immature a couple of years ago but you figured they had grown out of that phase of being a new rock and roll band on the Sunset Strip. Many had the image that they were the definition of sex drugs and rock and roll and you didn’t believe it until you were first hired to work with them. 

You were finally in their dressing room again working with Axl on his hair. They had moved on from the glam metal scene to something more popular now that it was the early 90s. You worked on Duff's clothing. You felt bad for not seeing Steven. You missed him. Steven always matched your cheery and positive attitude. They were much more respectful and thankful than they were when they first started. You thought maybe their ego had gotten to them. You watched Izzy sitting in the corner with a guilty expression on his face. He felt bad for treating you like gutter shit the last time you had an interaction with him. He was already finding a way to make it up to you. You wanted to avoid Izzy in case he got mad again. Izzy came up to you while you were working on Slash’s belt.

“Hi Y/N, I’m so sorry for what our last interaction was. I feel terrible. Let me make it up to you. Let me take you to dinner one night” he announced loud and clear so everyone in the room could hear. 

This time you felt he was clean off of his drugs and alcohol. He spoke clearly and with confidence. He didn’t mumble or roll his eyes or giggle. You didn’t see anything on his hands. You were convinced he was drug-free. 

“Sure. What time?” You asked while putting Slash’s belt on. 

Slash was clearly drunk with a mixture of high. He almost fell down each time he stood up. You went over to the couch helping Izzy with his stuff now. Over time you and Izzy became friends. You both became closer. You’d talk on the phone to him every night from your hotel bedroom. You’d both whisper sweet things into the phone. He invited you into his room one night in the hotel while the band was on tour. You were with them doing your job. 

You watched Izzy take his pants off. He was straight to the point. You threw your nightgown on his hotel bed. You climbed in his blankets teasing him. You wanted him to come closer to your body. He watched your tits bounce while your pussy was out for him. You watched his cock going down to your entrance. He slowly penetrated inside of you. You were in a missionary position. He kept thrusting in and out of you. He was whispering sweet nothing into your ear like he was on the phone. Small grunts and moans escaped his lips. Gasps and sighs escaped your mouth. 

“Fuck me Izzy like the little bitch you used to call me.” you sighed loudly. 

He allowed you to move your body so you could put some effort into the sex. 

“Bitch fuck me until you leave me dry” Izzy commanded as he bounced up and down. 

You felt your legs shake and you felt your head melt into the mattress. You felt Izzy’s hands grabbing onto your arms as his head went back. Heavy breaths and moans left his mouth again. You felt his come travel down your thighs. He slid out of you and you both rested together in his hotel bed until the morning. You both walked out together. Duff and Axl caught you. 

“Look at that. The pretty assistant and the big dicked rockstar had fun last night.” Axl mused. 

“Yeah, so what if we did?” Izzy spat out in defense of you. 

“At least more women cling to me than they have clung to you if I supposedly have a big dick,” Izzy said to Axl. 

Duff laughed at Izzy and Axl’s back and forth. Axl didn’t say anything and just walked down the hotel ignoring Izzy for the rest of the day. 

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

apologize

yallllllllllllll if you want this to be a series pls lmk and alsooo should she forgive them and not write songs about them or should she??/

I just sat there.  Listening to them but i wasn't gonna bitch out and change my set, my set was awesome my 3 grammys tell me that 

Stage time

The crowd is filled with famous faces im more nervous about the team then the other celebs that surrounded me as i walk on stage they give a kind clap i decide to shake the team a little bit as i remember they have no idea i heard them 

‘’ ahh guys im so grateful to be here ’ as you guys know i made the song what was i made for, for the barbie movie which was amazing and i can talk about it for hours  

but i will try and make this quick i don’t wanna have you guys fall asleep mid song.’’

The team is in my direct eye of sight i see each and every one of their faces drop especially spencers 

The instrumental starts playing

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?  

I take a short  pause during that pause i look at the team who still looks uneasy after my comment

Good

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

I think in my head “the songs almost over three more songs and you'll never have to see those assholes again.’’

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Something I'm made for.

The audience claps, genuine claps the faces of happy celebs that enjoyed my performance buried the insecurity that my songs, my career wasn't good enough the team also claps i assume its because they don’t wanna look bitter.

“Today has been such a blessing thank you guys so much.’’

I leave the stage leaving to my dressing room

I knew Spencer would try to come and find me but i didn't think he'd bring the team too.

‘’Hey.’’ spencer says his team practically hiding behind him

“ hey’’ i say back what else can i say my mind i all over the place

‘’ you were outstanding out there everyone loved you, im proud’’

Hm. proud.

‘’Proud? Proud of me? Or your team for not falling asleep mid song.”

The room was so quiet you could hear a strand of hair drop.

‘’I would say it isn't what it sounded like but that wouldn't be true.”

His team is looking at each other figuring out if they should say something

The peppy girl garcia says something first, well she tries to

“ we owe you such-”

“No.”

“No?” she says voice shaky

“You didn't say anything wrong matter of fact you were the only one who defended me, not even he did” I say as I point a finger at Spencer who just looks down in shame and guilt.

“Listen y/n you gotta understand we just want  what's best for reid-”

“Exactly’’ jj chimes in “it's nothing personal were just overprotective” she says with a nervous giggle

“Obviously we were immature and went way too far to attack your profession’’ emily says breaking her silence

Now, i'm a sensitive person i can’t help but choke up while trying to stick up for myself against 5 people 

“i..’ ‘ you can hear me about to cry i look down so i don’t have to see their pity faces 

Where did my confidence go why can’t i talk without crying

“I just wanted to impress you guys with this performance you guys were so cool and nice in my eyes”

They all look so guilty when they can literally hear the cry in my throat.

‘’And you” i say while looking at spencer ‘’ you made me feel like you understood me, understood my music, why i make music.’’ 

“I do!” spencer tries to defend 

‘’ no, or else you would have DEFENDED me instead of bitching out and agreeing with your friends’’

I have never been in a room this quiet

“Anyway i wanna get home and shower its been a long day’’

I get up to walk away and spencer tries to stop me but i pull away and grab my stuff and leave

Prove them right. Make a song about them.

[lydscare]

ponyboy curtis dating/relationship headcanons

warnings/notes: ponyboy is a softie; no warnings 🙌 (pony is a little insecure, though)

a/n: yooo 😃, it’s been a hot minute; sorry school drama is being a b*tch right now and has been exhausting me from writing 😭 [why do guys gotta be so immature!?] anyways, “the outsiders” hyperfixation kicked in and made me write this, enjoy!!

reader is gender-neutral / my masterlist 

he’s a sweetie :))

he likes to calls you sunshine or hun

he LOVES taking you to watch sunsets. (he was probably watching one with you when he realized that he was in love with you–)

discussions with him can be so funny when taken out of context. they can go from goofy not too serious questions to an entire exsistensial crisis about the universe

“do crabs think we walk sideways?”

“...pony–”

he is the first to say “i love you”

being close to him allows you to get to know his witty (and kinda smartass) side. 

he also loves being able to make you laugh with any of his sarcastic remarks

“if mr. ray gives us another homework assignment i’m to go to dally for some help.”

*yn laughing*

*ponyboy trying to hide the proudest smile on his face :))*

pony loves, loves the sound of your laugh too

it’s just comforting to him :’)

i also think that after ponyboy comes out of his shell more that he’d 100% be the type to gossip (and never get caught) mainly stuff that he heard from two-bit, dally and johnny tho/tbh

y’all can communicate with no words, (it’s honestly sometimes pretty creepy); y’know through you eyes and facial  expressions and whatnot

he learns to read you really well. your body language and everything, so he’ll know that if you’re uncomfortable and he’ll try to get you out of whatever situation as soon as possible

he gets jealous a bit (he’s a little more insecure though) but he tends to wallow quietly in loathing, giving them the stink eye and what not

you go to his track meetings, just sitting on a bench nearby. he’s so happy that you’re there and supporting him :’)

if you cheer him on loudly tho, he will sink into the floor. out of embarrassment or just being overwhelmed by your love and support, who knows? 

if you guys are walking to his house later at night (or anytime, really) and a soc car drives up next to you guys, he’ll block you from their view so you hopefully won’t get catcalled. (in general he walks on the side of the street near the curb) 

if the group of socs does catcall you from their car or make you uncomfy he’ll tell them to shove off (protective boy fr fr)

also likes to kiss you all over your face

forehead kisses <3

passing notes in class

i don’t know why but i kinda feel like he’s insecure about his smile, so please reassure him that you love him whole :’)

he’s a great listener

ends up stealing a lot of you pencils because he’s always losing them 😭

sketches u <3

random deep talks at 3 in the morning 

recommending books and movies to each other

while he reads a book you recommend to him he writes little annotations of what he thought of the book (you do this for him also) 

has defiantely drawen both of your initials in a heart 

draws on your hands, lets you draw on his

he feels happy seeing you walk around with his little drawings on your hand 🥹

people honestly think that you guys are just really close friends; which is a  fair assumption, there isn’t too much pda with him/you probably don’t do anything too sterotypically couplely in public

he’s 14 (anyone who’s 17+ and reading this, 😐 wtf–) and you’re proably the first relationship he’s ever been in, so he kinda is trying to see how it goes + is always a bit afraid he might be overstepping (at least early on in the relationship)

pt.2 here cuz apparently i went over the word limit :'))

[lovevuni]

Double Dare Romance : Enoch O’Connor x Reader : Part 1 Challenge Accepted

Warnings: Kinda Rude, Back and Forth of being kinda mean, Your mom joke(yes that is needed as a warning), Insecure Enoch

Summary: Reader is new to the loop and they doen’t get along with Enoch at first. Both are at each other’s throats, enoch then double dares the reader to try and get under his skin. The reader accpets this challenge. Will they succeed.

A/N: I got the idea to write my conversations with Enoch on my chai app. I am invested in the app and decided it would be fun to share the chat with people. I know I was off about the app at first but now I love it. I am basting this fully on my chat convo not on the book or movie, I know some people are picky but I have only read the first book so far.

I hate using Y/N but I use my name and he uses it a lot so Y/N is what I will use.

I am standing in the entrance of the estate admiring the surroundings. I had just finished my introductions with most of the house hold however I was waiting on the last member I have not become acquainted with. Miss Peregrine told me that he is the most stubborn.

In comes a boy average height with dark hair.

“Miss Peregrine said to come down here and introduce yourself? Don’t bother. You won’t last more than a week.”

You look at him offended, “rude, I am Y/N, my peculiar is [insert peculiar]”

He scoffs, “Who cares? You still won’t last. Good luck trying though.”

You stick your tounge out at him.

“Is that really the best you can do, Y/N? A little childish don’t you think?” He says.

“Says the hundred year old emo” You fight back.

“At least I’m not stuck in one year like you all. And I’m not going to die young either. So there’s that. But sure, keep acting like a five-year-old. See where it get you.” You can tell he is getting annoyed but you don’t care.

“It gets you annoyed apparently so I call that a win.” You seem proud of yourself.

“Well if that makes you happy. I don’t have time for your petty games tough. I have better things to do than argue with a child.”

“What like playing with your dolls, very grown up” You make sure to sound extra sarcastic.

“Such sarcasm, Y/N. Growing up fast, aren’t we? Listen, I don’t mean to upset you. I just don’t se the point in small talk or introductions. There’s nothing you can say that will make me want to stay here any longer than necessary.”

“well seeing as we are stuck in a loop might as well.”

“That much is true. But I prefer to occupy myself with more meaningful pursuits than idle chatter with the likes of you. Tell me something interesting, Y/N. Something peculiar.”

“Your mom” You laugh at your own joke. (I thought this was hilarious, I love your mom jokes)

He groans, “Typical. Immature jokes from an immature girl/guy/person. How original. You seriously expect me to respond to that? Pathetic.”

“You just did. Come on, I’m just trying to have fun.” You smirk.

“Fine let’s play a game then. Let’s pretend that I actually car about this conversation and engage in some sort of meaningless banter with you. Go ahead, impress me with your “funny” wit.”

“You are a boy who uses insults as a way to seem better than everyone, am I right?”

“Oh, you caught me red-handed. Yes, I suppose I am a bit of an insult mastermind. It’s how I maintain my superiority over others. In reality, it;s simply because I find most people to be beneath me.” He admits.

“As I expected, an insecure man.”

“How perceptive of you, Y/N. Yes, I admit it. My insecurities run deep. I compensate for them by putting down others, but ultimately it’s a shallow attemp to mask my shortcomings.” You feel ashamed for bringing that to the surface for him and quickly shift the focus.

“It’s cool, the insecure ones break the fastest.”

“Interesting deduction, Y/N. However, I assure you that my resolve is impenetrable. Try as you may, you cannot shake my confidence or rattle me emotionally.” He seems cocky as he speaks. You take this as an opportunity to take a step closer to him.

“Is that so?” You tease.

He smirks at this, “Indeed, it is. And if anything, I would relish the opportunity to test your mettle. So go ahead, try to get under my skin, I double dare you.”

“Challenge accepted” You play with the collar of his shirt, then flick the tip of his nose with your finger.

He grinns, “Oh I like this. You’ve got spunk, Y/N. Perhaps there’s potential for us to interact civilly after all. Although now that we’re playing games, perhaps I should return the favor.” He leans in close, whispering menacingly, “ Watch your back Y/N.”

“Oh but I believe you would enjoy that way more, especially as I walk away,” You walk away to go to your room while swaying your hips.

He is watching as you walk away, a smug smile spreading across his face.

“Well played, Y/N. You’ve certainly caught my attention with your cunning antics. But don’t think this means we’re done here. I’ll be keeping an eye on you, to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.

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Part 2 : Success

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 21

anakin x reader

a/n: bear with anakin, he’s emotionally constipated lolll- i’m ngl i didn’t do a great job explaining his emotions- it makes more sense in my head i think- but i hope y’all understand where i’m coming from and if u don’t, don’t hesitate to send an ask!!

You can’t deal with Anakin’s juvenile attitude any longer; a confrontation follows.

warnings: cursing, alcohol abuse, hospitals, alcohol poisoning, ableist names (from anakin), self hatred

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“What the fuck are you staring at?!” you heard Anakin yell from his room as you make your way down the hall. 

“Nothing sir, I just need to-”

“You work in a fucking hospital, you should see cripples all the time- so quit staring like i’m some sort of anomaly” he spat. 

“Sir, please do not speak to me that way. I’m simply doing my job” you heard the nurse protest. 

You debated entering, but you might just make it worse. 

“Well I don’t need your help- I don’t even know why i’m here in the first place- I’m fine”

You knew Anakin hated hospitals, but he could have died… he needed to take it easy.

Timidly you entered his room, “Anakin..”

He shot his head towards you and so did the upset nurse. She was here to help him bathe and as much as you didn’t want to deal with his temper tantrum, you knew how insecure he was and you wanted to spare the nurse the verbal and emotional abuse. 

“I can take it from here, If that’s alright” you offered to the woman standing beside the bed. 

She looked relieved at your offer and nodded her head before hurrying for the exit. Before leaving she stole one last glance at Anakin. 

“Take a picture, It’ll last longer!!” he shouted as the woman closed his room’s door. 

Why did he do shit like that? 

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Anakin, they’re just doing their job” you said, walking towards him.

“I don’t want them near me- they look at me like I'm some sort of freak!” he exclaimed, aggressively pointing his right stump at the door.

You sighed and advanced to his bedside. He wasn’t going to like it, but he did need to be cleaned; you placed a hand on your belly and sat on the edge of his bed.

“You know as well as I do that you need to stay clean”.

He just scoffed and turned his head away which made you roll your eyes at his immaturity. 

The soft sponge slid against his bare chest as you cleaned him, you tried to keep light pressure so not too much water fell from the sponge.

Both of you stayed silent, neither daring to face the other. 

Though he was silent, you could feel his burning gaze; as you focused on cleaning his body, his eyes lingered on you.

Anakin hadn’t seen you since you told him the news… he hadn’t seen how much you had grown. 

He felt his heart thumping against his chest as he eyes the curve of your belly and newfound glow. You were absolutely stunning.

There was a sparkle in your gentle eyes as you carefully ran the soap along his broken body, you were meticulous and didn’t linger too long on his limbs (you knew he was insecure and he appreciated your notions).

Your hair was up but a few imperfect strands fell around your face, though to him, everything was perfect. 

He missed you so much. 

…so much. 

Anakin winced as you attempted to clean around some of his IV ports. 

“I’m sorry” you exclaimed, bracing yourself for his fallout, but it never came. 

Odd. 

You finished up, dried him, and began to leave; though before you turned the door handle you turned back around. You needed to know. 

“Anakin, I just want to know…” you began after taking a deep breath. 

Your eyes met his and all he saw was pure worry and care.

Fuck. 

He didn’t deserve any of that from you, after saying what he said and tossing you aside. 

“What?” he snapped a little harsher than he intended. 

You jerked your head back at his bark of a response, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

Though it pained him, he felt that he was no good for you; there was no guarantee that he would be able to give up alcohol and as long as he was with it he couldn’t be sure that he would treat you right. In his fucked up brain he felt like pushing you away was the best (and easier) thing to do. 

“Well don’t be. I’m fine.” he snapped again.

“Anakin, you’re being ridiculous” you huffed as your patience began wearing thin. 

“Alright, the door is that way if you think i'm being ridiculous- I never asked you to sit here and help me. That was your own fuckin’ decision y/n. You can be done doing your ‘charity work’ now-”

“Fuck! Why do you have to be so goddamn difficult” you cried as the tears finally fell.

No response. 

You should be used to his closed off behavior by now but something about it just tipped you further over the edge… you were desperate for a minute of his attention- you cared about him even though he had put you through hell the past few weeks.

You were here for him and he wouldn't give you a shred of respect. 

“Are you so prideful that you can't admit that you were wrong?! I saw the test results Anakin, there’s no use hiding it from me anymore”

You saw his brow furrow and you continued, hoping to actually get a constructive response out of the stoic man.

“Would you rather drink yourself to death than just admi-”

“No!” 

His sudden exclamation startled you and your eyes widened.

“Fuck, y/n.” he huffed; his blue eyes shooting an icy glare your way.

“I admit I was wrong. I have no problem admitting that-”

“Then why are you avoiding me and pushing me away?!” you pleaded with the man in front of you.

“I’m not- I just…” he trailed off as he looked out the window.

You sighed, walked towards the foot of his hospital grade bed, and placed your hands on the footrest. You were so exhausted; exhausted from the baby, exhausted by all of the preparations you had to make, and exhausted by playing this stupid game of cat and mouse with the man who once told you he loved you.

“Anakin, please… I don’t want to fight anymore. I came here because despite everything that’s happened some stupid part of me just cant let go of you and I hate that I cant. But that part still cares for you even though it shouldn't…and at least I have the decency to admit my feelings” 

He blinked a few times before biting the inside of his cheek, he almost looked apologetic.

“I came here because I wanted to see you… When I got the call that you were in the hospital for alcohol poisoning- when they told me just how much you consumed… I was afraid you might not wake up.” you huffed out a sad laugh and shook your head. “Ya know, people don’t usually slip into a coma from drinking unless it's a life threatening amount.”

Your chest tensed when you remembered the emotions you felt when you got the call and began to tear up again.

“When they told me the severity of the situation I-I knew I had to be here… Anakin, I just wanna…” you trailed off, trying to figure out what you wanted to ask. 

“Why did you… What the fuck made you feel like you needed to drink that much?”

The sandy haired man in front of you sat quietly for a few moments, probably collecting his scattered thoughts, until he finally landed on an answer.

“You”

What? How were you making him drink? You had done nothing to him.

“That makes no fucking sense Anakin, I haven’t reached out to you and you made damn sure that we wouldn’t see each other. So how exactly am I the reason you drank yourself into a fucking five day coma?!”

“No! It's not like tha-”

“Then what is it like?!” you shouted, your emotions flying all over the place; the hormones from the baby were not helping but neither was Anakin’s mood swings.

“I treated you like fucking shit! I was completely in the wrong to say all that I said and I’m a major fuck up!” he exclaimed as some veins became visible along his neck. 

You went silent, when the hell did being an ass to you ever make him feel bad?

Why was this any different?

“I messed up… and when I got the results back…”

He cut himself off by attempting to keep his sobs subsided.

“I couldn’t deal with the fact that I treated you like that. And even now I can't handle the fact that I was so grotesquely vicious to you…”

He paused as he choked on his words.

“To the most kindhearted woman I have ever met” he squeaked out through his tears.

“Fuck, Y/n, I can’t believe what i’ve put you through, I h-hate myself more than you could imagine, I just don’t- I was so afraid of losing you and in the end, I fucking ruined it myself! I needed to forget, I needed to drink you away” 

You relaxed your boxed off posture for a moment as you watched Anakin struggle with his emotions. 

“I-I’m so sorry” he panted  

Your heart broke at the pitiful scene unfolding in front of you… but even though his apologies were sincere and appreciated- a few words weren't going to change what happened. 

“I appreciate your transparency, but I can’t just forget everything you’ve done” you explained with a sad expression. 

HIs chest heaved but he nodded, attempting to blink away the tears.

“I don’t expect you to… But I just want you to know how- how deeply sorry I am. I-I don’t know what is going to happen with us, but I know, if you’ll allow me, I would like to be involved in the kid’s life” he said. 

Not what you were expecting. 

“y/n, I still love you-” he choked out. 

“I know I’ve messed up- I’ve messed up my own life. I understand if you resent me or even hate me. And as much as I yearn for you, being with you is not a choice I get to make…I’ve missed you. Truly” he said sadly.

“As much as I want us to be able to go back to how we were, I know that is not possible. As much as I want to be with you through the rest of the pregnancy and after that, I know that ultimately, it is your decision” 

He was bearing his soul to you and you felt your heart pulling for him, almost like a magnet. 

“Just please- Please don’t- don’t disappear without a word… I-I can’t- I don’t know if I-”.

“I won’t.” you responded.

His eyes lit up for a fraction of a second as he looked at you.

“But I need some time to think about things…” you said as he nodded again.

“Alright” you grabbed the handle once more, “I’ll come back later”. 

___________________________________

You waited patiently behind an older woman who couldn’t determine whether she wanted a chai latte or a macchiato. After leaving Anakin, you took a walk to process his emotional confession; sure, he said those horrible things to you, but you understood where he was coming from- but just because he had trauma did not give him the right to treat you so viciously. 

You couldn’t just let your fond memories with him cloud your judgement.

You weren't going to just let him back into your life as it used to be; he needed to prove to you that he was actively making improvements. But you could tell he was genuinely bearing his soul to you and-

“Excuse me, mam…. Mam” the barista called, snapping you out of your haze.

You quickly stepped up and apologized to the people behind you. 

“Hi, could I get an espresso with two pumps of caramel?” you asked sweetly.

“Of course, may I have a name?” she asked.

“y/n”

“Alright Ms.Y/N, we’ll call you up when it's ready” 

You stood by the pick up counter and retreated back into your thoughts.

It had been awhile since the initial argument and he had time to think about his actions, and obviously he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have communicated with you a few minutes ago.

Maybe it was time to give him another chance; you wanted him to be involved with your child, you would never take that from him. 

And deep down you knew you weren’t ready to remove him from your life, you still loved him and sometimes love makes you too forgiving… but if you didn’t give it another chance, you would be wondering about it for the rest of your life. 

“y/n!” 

Your coffee was up, you grabbed the cup and thanked the worker as you headed back to the room. 

As you walked through the halls you made a plan; you were going to tell Anakin how you felt about what happened and tell him what types of improvements you would like to see in order for you to let him back into your life as you were (you would be willing to forgive if he truly made changes).

You would start spending more time with him to see if he would take your words into consideration (also he probably would need some supervision for a week or so after he gets discharged from the hospital).

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a/n: poor y/n… who’s lookin out 4 her 😩 anyways- get ready for some more angst filled chapters :)

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[meinetranen]

A Favor.

18+ MDNI!

Satoru Gojo x female!reader

Summary: In which... Satoru wants you take away his virginity.

Warnings: There's so much stuff going on... um p in the v, unprotected sex (please us protection, this is a fanfic for christs sake), reader is known to be stubborn and grumpy, I guess—titty sucking, nipple play, dry humping, cunnelings, bj, oral (both male and female), fingering, reader is also implied to be a virgin, implied masturbating, reader is insecure, first kiss, squirting, and um... it's pretty chaotic. It's kind of friends with benefits? Reader and Satoru don't end up in the end, but...

(This is the longest thing I've ever written on Tumblr oh my lord.)

You always despised Satoru. Cocky, playful, overly confident, immature, but strategic. You hated all of it.

Why were you friends with him?

You still don't know to this day.

You shared the same class with him, Geto, and Shoko. The four of you grew close, beginning to hang out after school, going to see the movies, or going to nearby cafés to get a pastry.

And having to deal with Satoru always poking at your face, calling you names, and talking on and on just to get a rile out of you—until you eventually yell at him as he raised his arms up in surrender with a sly grin on his face.

You were used to it, and eventually, you started teasing him back, butting at each other's head just to see who could get the other to rile up first.

However, despite all of this, you both grew close, and maybe... a little too close because—

"I want you to take my virginity away," Satoru spoke so casually, standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets.

A tint of blush appeared on his cheeks as his crystal-blue eyes glanced away behind his sunglasses, unable to meet your eyes for the first time while pursing his lips together.

Even embarrassed to say those words, why did it sound so confident?

"What...?" It's one word. The only thing you can say at this point as heat rose to your face, and something stirred in your stomach.

Satoru cleared his throat, his short white hair ending just right above his blue eyes—the color of the ocean—the ones you always seemed to mesmerized by.

"I want you..." he took a step forward, and then another as his tall frame towered over you as you sat on the couch. "Y/N..." he continues. "To take my virginity away."

"You're joking..." you scoff, closing your book and setting it down on the table next to you, and his shadow covers your body. "Satoru, you can't say things like that—"

"I'm not joking," he firmly says, grabbing at your shoulders, forcing you to face him fully. "I'm 100% serious this time... and I want you to—of course, with your consent."

Your eyes widened, and his face was flushed with his pink lips in the form of a straight line, and surprisingly, he had a serious expression with his brows furrowed together.

You brushed his hands away, growing nervous by each passing second. "E-Even if I were to give you my consent... why me? Why choose me out of everyone else?"

This makes the sorcerer pause, and he straightens his posture, adjusting his shades. "You want be to be honest, mochi?"

Mochi. That was the nickname he gave you after you ate so many when you were visiting the pastry shop and ended up throwing up in the public restroom.

"I do," you nod, raising a brow.

He sighed. "You know how I'm popular, right?" And there he is... the typical confident bastard.

"Yeah, sure, go on." Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Would you just tell me already, dumbass?"

"Alright, alright, such an impatient woman." he raised his arms up in surrender, still holding that sly smirk becore it turns downwards. "Everyone thinks I've lost my virginity when I haven't—and there are people who have, and I just want to know what it feels like—I want to be able to tell me that I've had sex. When I'm older or a few years later, I want to be able to have a hookup without worrying about my virginity without embarrassing myself or doing it so bad."

There's a frown on his pink lips, and you can't help but take a quick glance at them before meeting his blue eyes.

This man...

Shaking your head again, you pinch the bridge of your nose in disbelief. "Satoru... listen to me, losing your virginity isn't even that important. I say you should wait until you get a girlfriend—"

However, Satoru was desperate, and he took a step closer, bending over to reach your level as he grasped at your shoulders—his face inching closer to yours.

"But I don't want to wait, Y/N. I... I trust you—you're the only person who I can trust you with this stuff..." he sighs, and for the first time... he looks so desperate... pleading for something when usually he doesn't have to beg to get something that he wants. "Please... i-if you don't want to... that's fine with me."

Staring at your close friend, you feel shocked, a rush of different emotions. It makes your heart flutter, think what it'd be like... to hook up with Satoru, the "strongest" man in Jujutsu High—or perhaps all of Japan.

It makes dirty thoughts appear in your mind, and you move them back in your head, disgusted and weirded out about it—even if you've thought about them before in your free time...

Though, it still confuses you from why Satoru would want you—out of all people to take his virginity, when he could've chosen anyone else, but he trusts you... and that makes you happy, but you can't help but feel a little nervous.

You've never had sex before, and all you've ever done is masturbated in the comfort of your room, thinking about whatever pleases you, and trying to stay quiet.

So, surely, this was a big step, and you were nervous, almost frightened about what it'd be like to have sex... because he'd have to see you naked... hear your sounds and—you brushed it off, not wanting to make it worse.

"I know you haven't done it either," Satoru adds, and he remembers this after you two got into a deep conversation one night when it was just the two of you hanging out. "And maybe... maybe it's a little better that since we trust each other—know each other, we can experience it, and try it."

Gulping down a lump in your throat, it suddenly felt dry, not knowing that Satoru was able to have an effect on you like this.

You think about it, and it takes you minutes that feel like hours, and you bite the inside of your cheek all the while you and Satoru hold eye contact, and he's too close.

You can practically feel his breath on your face.

"If I agree..." you begin. "You have to promise me something." In return, he nods. "You won't mention this to anyone—not even Suguru. Second, if there's a point where we have to stop... we have to stop, okay? No forcing one another."

Satoru nods and hums to each word you say, and there's a serious look on his face—one that's determined, to say the least.

"I understand. I promise you." with a firm nod, he reaches his pinky out, and you practically roll your eyes as your pinky wraps around his as he smirks.

"Then it's a deal," you said.

"It's a deal," he repeats, smirking slyly as he pulls his hand away. "So, when do you wanna do it?"

You glance away, almost forgetting that you had agreed to something as crazy as this. "Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, probably." Standing up straight, he tilts his head to the side, placing one hand inside of his pocket. "I think I can figure out a way to get the Elders off my back."

"Unbelievable," you scoff.

"What?" he grins in return. "Disappointed we can't do it so soon?"

"Satoru, if you don't shut up, I'm going to smack the shit out of you," you warn, glaring at him.

"Oh, please. I'd like to see you try," he teases. "It's not like you can get past my infinity either way."

"Have you even gotten the hang of it yet?" you retort, sitting up straight, and when he pouts, you have your answer. "Thought so."

"Alright, mochi," Satoru sighs. "Okay, does this Friday work for you at around... 6:30 pm?"

"Yes..." you reply. "Whose house...?"

"You okay with mine?" he smirks, and you want to punch it off his face.

You look away. "I guess."

The smirk on Satoru's face remains, and he takes a quick run through of your body before meeting your eyes.

"I'll see you then."

The day arrives, and you can't help but feel anxious while tugging on the collar of your school uniform, clenching your handbag tighter.

Ringing the doorbell, you tap the food, wanting to get things over with, but flashes of possibilities appear in your head, making your heart race.

Stop thinking about it, damn it... you think in your head, hearing the distant sounds of the tress ruffling in the background.

The door opens, revealing Satoru in his school uniform as well, rubbing the back of his head, not knowing who it was until he looked up, grinning at you like a madman.

"So you really are willing to do it, huh, mochi?" he leans against the doorframe.

"Shut up," you grumble, putting your attention on something else. "May I come in?" he steps aside, signaling for you to do so.

Inside, you took off your shoes, lining them by the front door before sliding on some slippers Satoru had given you as the two of you walk further into his house.

You've been to his house a couple of times. He lived by himself, but he had a few staff members. It was by the Elders that gave him this home, and it was a traditional Japanese house. It wasn't too big, but it was a nice house to live in luxury in.

So, Satoru was mostly alone.

"Where is the staff?" you ask, looking around in the hallways, and find it quiet by the way your footsteps hit against the wood.

"I let them go home early." Satoru looked over his shoulder, another smug expression on his face. "I thought it would be better if we were alone."

You rolled your eyes. "How wonderful."

However, you realized you both weren't going to his bedroom immediately but instead went into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

It was confusing, but it sent a relief towards you.

"I thought we could do something instead of getting straight to it," Satoru said, raising his arms and setting them on the top of the couch and manspreading his legs.

You couldn't help but take a quick glance.

"Oh, really, why?" you snapped your head back from your thoughts, leaning back on the couch with your hands together in your lap.

"'Cause you're nervous." the white-haired man points at your hands, and you look down, seeing that they were shaking.

"Curse your Six Eyes," you mutter. "But aren't you nervous?"

He stays silent for a moment. "I am, a little, but at least you're here with me for it." He nudged your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so flattered." you can't believe him at this point, but then again, you can't believe everything.

Satoru chuckles, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and turning on the TV. "What movie do you wanna watch? Or you wanna watch a romance film?"

He wiggled his brows, a cheeky smile on his face.

"No," you plainly said. "Let's just watch a regular TV show."

Grabbing the remote from him, you switched the channels until you landed on a familiar TV show called Sailor Moon.

"I guess we're watching this then." you let out a deep sigh, leaning back on the couch.

"Alright then," he chuckles.

About a few minutes into the film, you and Satoru eventually cuddle. You rested your head on his shoulder with his free arm wrapping around your frame.

The characters talk in the background, and it's loud with the TV sound bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the home.

Yet, you find yourself staring at Satoru, glancing at him a couple of times, admiring his features. His cold-blue eyes focused on the screen behind his shades, and his short white hair stopped right above his eyes.

When you'd look away, it was Satoru's turn to look at you. He knew that you were taking several glances at him, and he'd put on a grin, but there were butterflies in his stomach.

He examined every beauty mark, freckle, or scar on your face, and watched how you slightly tilt your head to the side when watching the kids show. It made his lips curl upwards a little, seeing how focused you were—biting your lip in the meantime.

Until, both of your eyes met a couple of times, and this time, you held it, glancing down to each other's lips and then back to one another's eyes.

Suddenly, Satoru inched closer, and so were you as your hands slid up his shoulders—removing his sunglasses to take a better view of his eyes as he smiled by your actions.

For the first time, his lips are on yours, and one of his hands cupped your face, tracing the skin under your eye as you closed your eyes.

The least to say was that it was an okay kiss, but there was some practice that could've been done.

"How was that?" Satoru whispers, and there's blush on his cheeks. This was a rare scene.

"Part your lips a little," you reply, noses brushing.

Taking your advice, Satoru went down again, meeting your lips as he parted his just like you said. The kiss wasn't soft or quick anymore—it was longer, passionate as you pulled each other closer, not wanting to let go.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, boldly climbing upwards to the edge of your skirt, and he was bold enough to lick your lips before sliding his tongue in, colliding with yours.

Both of you were breathing raggedly—the kiss growing heated and tense in just a few minutes after getting the hang of it.

Satoru's hand slid up under your skirt, but you quickly stepped him, pulling away.

"What's the matter?" he took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him.

"I'm nervous," you say.

"I know."

"Yeah, but..." you exhaled through the nose, closing your eyes before opening them. "I'm nervous you won't like the way my body looks... I'm nervous that you won't like it—that you'll be disgusted or—"

Satoru interrupts you with a kiss, and when he pulled away, he was smirking.

"Y/N, I don't think I'll ever be disgusted by you, ever." He caressed your cheek. "You're pretty, and every time I look at you... I'm glad my Six Eyes can take in every little detail about you... 'cause then I know what you like—" he dipped down, whispering in your ear "—and knowing which area on your body is blocked off to others, but knowing I was the one man that saw it once."

Your breath hitched.

So, you let his hand travel under your skirt, meeting the lace of your panties—and you made sure to wear a matching set for this—and you could see his eyes growing wide a little. He was also in disbelief.

Leaning down, Satoru's lips grazed over your neck, and they tickled your skin, making you shudder slightly.

No wonder they called it the sweet spot.

"Can I touch you more?" he whispers into your ear.

"Yes... please." you tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling.

Satoru couldn't help but grin at your desperate needs, and he trailed kissing down your neck. He removed his hand from under your skirt and went to your breasts—squeezing them through your uniform.

A faint moan escapes your lips, biting on the bottom part. Your hands squeezed his shoulders in return, and enjoyed this new sense of pleasure.

"Does it feel nice?" Satoru asks against your neck, and his hand fondled your breast a little harder.

"Y-Yes..." you reply, breathing labord.

Gently, he pushes you down on the soft cushions, hovering above you, and leans back—taking a second to examine yourself.

Your lips were a little swollen, and his thumb brushed over it, making his own lips part. Your eyes—half-lidded, masking behind a look of desire and satisfaction.

"Look at you..." he whispers seductively. "So needy. I never knew I could have such an effect on you, mochi."

That bastard. One minute, he was blushing, showing a bit of vulnerability, and now here he was, smirking down upon you with pride filling up at his chest.

Of course, you couldn't admit that he was right about this. You can't deny the heat crawling in your inner thighs, how your pussy throbs, and your walls clench around nothing.

All because of Satoru.

"Don't go over your head," you murmur, and he grabs at your hips.

He laughs lightly. "But you can't resist me."

His lips crash against yours again, and your arms sneak around his torso, running his chest atop of yours.

In need of friction, you grind your hips against his, and it makes him groan in response—beginning to do the same thing as he met your hips in return, grinding his growing erection against your clothed core.

Satoru's fingers touch the buttons to the top of your uniform, and begin undoing each one as his hands shake a little.

Removing the top, he throws it onto the tatami mat, and his eyes are transfixed by the sight of your bar upper body—your bra, the only item covering your breasts.

"You're so much prettier like this," he praises, kissing your lips.

His hands went to both of your breasts, squeezing them, and you moaned in response as your fingers played with the buttons to his uniform, unbuttoning each piece as the material slid off his body—down to the floor.

His upper body was exposed in all its glory, and the tip of your fingers traced over the lines of his muscles as his biceps flexed by your touch as he squeezed your breasts.

"Like what you see?" Satoru smirked.

You roll your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

"Fine by me," he murmured against your lips, and his fingers went to the back of your bra, playing with the clip of your bra, but struggling.

"You need help?" you cocked a brow.

"No—" he grunted, trying again. "I almost have—"

You raised a hand up to stop him dead in his tracks, and he listened. You take your fingers in yours, guiding them to the clip or your bra and helping him remove it as the straps fell off your shoulders, sliding down to expose your breasts.

You looked away, trying to hide them, but Satoru quickly stopped you, pulling your hands away to get a better look at your breasts.

"You look more beautiful like this," he murmurs, leaning his head down as his hot breath trickled your breasts.

Suddenly, Satoru captured one nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud as a moan leaves your lips, grabbing a fistful of his white hair that made him groan in response.

"Fuck..." you whimper, grinding your clothed pussy against his crotch again for friction, and he moaned, moving with yours.

His free hand toyed with your other nipple, pinching, and fondling with the flesh as he peers up at you, admiring your reactions.

It didn't last long when Satoru's lips pulled away from your nipple, making a "pop" sound. Instead, he trailed his lips down to your stomach, right above your belly button.

The sensation of his lips tickled your skin when he made contact—and you knew immediately where he was trying to go.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, squirming beneath him—forcing him to pull back.

"What's the matter?" he asked, grinning. "Ah, you're sensitive, are you?"

"Shut up," you grumble.

"You know—" Satoru grabbed your waist, holding you down securely as his lips moved down right above the hem of your skirt. "—despite being all grumpy and stubborn... you're sensitive... and now I wonder how you're gonna react when I my lips reach your pussy."

Your eyes widened, and you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment in an attempt to hide away.

He chuckles at that. "Thought so."

Grabbing the hem of your skirt, the white-haired man tugs it down, taking his time as the material slides off of your body before discarding it onto the floor with the rest.

In full view, he gazed down at your damped panties, seeing the wet spot that formed on the fabric by his doings.

In embarrassment, you closed your legs, but Satoru grabbed at them, forcing them open.

"Nuh-uh, open those pretty legs," he smirks, bringing his face back to your level.

His hand snakes over your thigh as he holds your gaze, feeling successful by the sight of your eyes glancing away or the sight of embarrassment and shyness plastered on your face—the complete opposite of your grumpiness.

"Have you tried touching yourself?" as Satoru asks this, his fingers play with the edge of your panties, slowly tugging them down.

You spare him a glance, wondering why he would ask such a thing, and you didn't respond.

"Don't make me repeat myself, angel." Angel. That was new. "Have you tried touching yourself?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Tell me, what do you like." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

His fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your dripping cunt, and you gasped, gripping at his shoulders.

In the past, sometimes you and Satoru would have sex conversations about random stuff. About different parts of males and females—things that give them pleasure.

So, safe to say, Satoru knew where those things were on a woman's body—but he needed someone to guide him—such as yourself.

Bringing a hand down, you take his thumb, pressing it against your clitoris—and just from the light pressure made your breath hitch. You can't believe you needed Satoru this bad.

"Put some pressure on it..." you state, and he holds your gaze. "And rub it gently—not too fast."

Satoru listens, and his thumb does what you say, and his cold-blue eyes watch your reactions the entire time.

You gasp and faintly moan. It felt nice—wonderful, and Satoru was doing a good job (shockingly), and it was satisfying—feeding into your needs with your eyes wide.

Satoru leaned down, capturing your lips with his, and he swallows up the sweet sounds you make as his tongue collides with yours.

Getting an idea, his thumb continues rubbing against your sensitive bud as his finger rubs between your wet folds—making you moan. So, he inserts a finger.

Gasping, you arch your back, moaning in response, and the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his finger excites him.

"How many fingers can you take?" he murmurs against your lips.

"T-Two..." you reply, but it'll hurt a little from being stretched out even from that.

Satoru slides in a second finger, pumping them in and out of your dripping pussy, and your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Curl your fingers a little—" you pant, and again, he listens, making you cry out in pleasure. "Fuck—"

He kissed your cheek, his fingers pumping in and out of at a steady pace with them curled. He placed a little more pressure on your clitoris, and it leaves you squirming.

His lips grazed over your ear as he whispered, "You make such pretty sounds. I wonder what you'll sound like when I have my cock inside that tight pussy of yours."

The way he was talking to you sent a new sense of pleasure down your core. He had never talked to you this way before and... it turned you on. It made your walls clamp down around him more.

It made you go into your fantasies... wondering how it would feel like with Satoru inside of you, fucking in and out of you with his sounds right against your ear.

All these thoughts... the pleasure grew within you, and soon enough—

"Satoru, I'm—!" you gasp. the pleasure washes over your entire body, leaving you trembling and panting heavily as you arch your back, pressing your chest against his.

Satoru raised his brows at the sight of you, moaning in pleasure when you orgasm, and he enjoyed the sight.

He wanted to see that again.

Over and over—

Again.

He pulled his fingers out, examining your juices sticking between his digits as he grinned, seeing how they glistened under the dimlight.

"How'd I do?" he pulls his attention back to you.

"Better than I expected," you nod, catching your breath.

Sitting up, Satoru helps you, resting his hand on the small of your back.

However, something caught your eye. Looking down at Satoru's crotch, you saw his growing bulge, and your eyes widened at the sight.

He was big.

Satoru notices this. "You can touch it if you want," and despite him grinning, his cheeks have a tint of blush.

"What?" you snap your head back at him.

"You heard me." he leaned down, his breath hot on your face.

Gulping down a lump in your throat, your hand hesitantly touched his bulge, using your palm to squeeze it gently.

Satoru responds with a groan. "Shit..."

You never expected this, but you undid his belt, sliding it off as the metal clanked when hitting the floor, and unzipped his pants.

You didn't realize how much you were shaking when you looked down at your hands.

Sliding off his pants—including his boxers, you gaze down, eyes growing wide at the sight of his cock sprung free.

He was 6.5 inches at least, and fairly thick—but not too thick, and his pink tip was leaking with pre-cum.

It made your mouth water.

You were about to reach your hand out when you stopped yourself. "Can I...?"

He nods. "Go ahead."

Your hand wrapped around his length, your thumb brushing over his tip as the pre-cum sticked to your digit as you began pumping him up and down.

"Fuck..." Satoru pants out, squinting his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

Taking your other free hand, he moves it to his balls and makes you squeeze them gently.

Listening to his wishes, you squeeze his balls a little harder while pumping his hard cock up and down, slowly picking up the pace, but not too fast.

"Just like that... good girl," he praises, and something inside of you shuddered at the way he called you that.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately as your hands kept working, panting heavily into his mouth.

Pulling away, you kissed his neck, hearing him sigh in satisfaction before lowering your head down.

"What're you—" Satoru doesn't finish his question when he moans once your warm tongue licked his tip and tasted his pre-cum.

Slowly, you open your mouth wider, taking in his cock, bobbing your head up and down, and feeling his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Your saliva ran down his length, and Satoru's fingers grasped at your hair, pulling on the strands as he helped guide you take his cock in your mouth.

Sucking him off, your hand also fondled with his balls like he said earlier and peered up at him.

He looked so pretty. His face flushed pink, and his lips part, breathing heavily as he met your eyes, looking so vulnerable and flushed.

You tried to take on how full length without gagging, and when he did, he praised, "Atta girl, what a good girl." You don't know why or how, but when he praised you like that it made your pussy turn into a waterfall.

Pulling away for breath, you gasp, saliva trailing down your chin as your eyes met.

"Good girl," Satoru praised again, grabbing your chin as he leaned down to kiss you, getting a taste of himself.

"How'd I do?" your breath was short.

"Really good," he nods. "Never knew a girl Iike you could do such a thing."

"Oh, really?" you cocked a brow. "I never knew a boy like you could even a girl an orgasm."

"But I did," he firmly replies, smirking. "I gave you, angel, one. In exactly under five minutes."

Damn it, he was right.

"I bet you can't even make me squirt," you huff, looking away.

Satoru blushed, and for a moment, he was thinking about it before he said—

"I bet I can."

You snap your head back in his direction. "You couldn't."

Out of the blue, Satoru pushed you to lay down back on the couch, grabbing at your hips as you yelp with his grip pulling you towards him.

"Oh, I think I really can." he lowers his head down, and before you could say anything else, he licks his tongue between your lips.

Spiders crawl at your skin, and you hitched in a gasp. Immediately, you squeezed your thighs around his head, trying to somehow push him away from embarrassment, but—

"Don't even," he purred, forcing your legs apart as he brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. "I want you to spread your legs for me."

Parting his lips, he sucked on your clitoris, and you moaned, arching your back.

He inserts two fingers inside of you again, curdling them like you said. He remembered those past sex conversations you two would have—and he recalled you mentioning a "g-spot," and so, he made his fingers brush over it.

Doing this, your jaw agapes, crying out in pleasure as your hand lowers down to his white strands of hair, tugging on the soft locks.

He licked your juices, humming in satisfaction. His blue eyes peered over at you, watching your pleasure face of rapture. His nose brushed against your clitoris, and he couldn't get enough.

"You taste so sweet..." Satoru groans quietly, closing his eyes for a moment, focusing on his fingers moving in and out you—curling against your g-spot. "You look so fucking beautiful when I eat your pussy... I should do this more often 'cause you become so soft for me..."

I should do this more often.

Satoru wanted to do it again with you. It made you a little surprised nonetheless, but it excited in you in some way. Not just how he pleasures you—but also by his words.

You never knew Satoru could say such dirty, sensual things, but you didn't mind. It was amusing, and it made your stomach flutter.

"Wait, 'Toru—" you breathe passionately, and there's an unknown feeling growing in your stomach that you've never felt before.

It felt like you needed to... pee?

"'Toru!" you exclaim in pleasure, and without knowing, that pleasure releases as you squirt right in front of Satoru.

Gasping, you look down in embarrassment, and around Satoru's lips, mouth, and some parts of his cheeks were covered in your essence with his eyes slightly wide.

Heat created up to your face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't— you were cut off.

"Don't be embarrassed," he gave you a reassuring smile that turned to a grin. "I told you I could do it."

You glance away, still embarrassed.

"In fact..." Satoru grasps at your hips, pulling your dripping cunt closer to his face. "Give me one more, angel. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Before you could protest; his mouth is back on your wet pussy.

☆☆☆

After reaching your release for the third time, Satoru finally pulls away.

The both of you were panting heavily, coming out in short breaths as you met one anothers gaze after the whole ordeal.

Your pussy was puffy, and you felt exhausted.

"Had enough?" you breathe out, unable to move on the couch.

Satoru chuckles. "Yeah, of this..."

He leans down, his lips brushing over yours, grasping at your hips with his thumb tracing circles on the bone.

"You ready?"

Oh.

You raise your brows, and you feel as if your heart is about to burst out of your chest in any given moment.

You were going to lose your virginity.

To Satoru Gojo.

And he would lose his virginity.

To you.

Nodding, your throat feels dry, gulping down your saliva to help moisture it. "Yeah, I guess I am. Are you, at least?"

"Yeah," Satoru nods, looking deeply into your eyes, as if trying to see into your soul. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes," you firmly reply. "I mean, we've already come this far... so why stop now? And you...?"

He chuckles softly. "You're right. I'm ready."

Satoru presses his body weight more on top of you, his forehead leaning against yours as you hold eye contact. His hands hold your hip and thigh, trying to soothe you.

"You told me it hurts a little at first, right?" he questions, recalling what you've told him before in past conversations.

"Correct," you nod. "Go slow."

"I will," he whispers.

Grasping at his cock, Satoru lines the tip at your entrance, giving you one last look to check on your approval, and you do. You nod.

Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock in, and you gasp, holding his shoulders.

Groaning, you squint your eyes, and your short breaths tangle with his as you look into each other's eyes, taking in the moment that's happening in both of your lives.

Tears blur your vision. It did hurt. "I-I can't—"

"You can do it, angel," Satoru encourages, and he pushes further inside of you as you gasp and groan in both pain and pleasure. "You can do it—shit..."

He pushes in farther, and he's already fully in. You feel so tight and warm around his cock, and he doesn't want to pull out.

"Can I move?" he queried, kissing your cheek.

You nod, clinging to him.

Again, slowly, Satoru begins thrusting in and out of you, and it felt so good—he wondered how and why it felt so... wonderful. Why hadn't he done it earlier?

A faint moan leaves your lips, and the pleasure overpowers the pain as your pussy is stretched out by his thick cock.

He moans along with you, and you hold each other's gaze for the whole time, moving as one as Satoru begins to quicken his pace, grasping at your hips.

Your nails dug in his back, and he groans, meeting your lips into a fiery kiss as your sweet sounds mixed with his.

"'Toru..." you whimper, closing your eyes.

"You're taking me so well..." Satoru praises, placing multiple kisses on your lips and then your neck. "Such a good girl—so tight."

You take one of your hands off his back, cupping his face to meet his crystal-blue eyes.

But something appears in your head.

"Satoru..." you call out, narrowing your eyes. "Did you put on a condom?"

This makes his eyes widen, and he doesn't stop his thrusts. He looks down, watching his cock moving in and out you—covered in your juices with no protection on.

"Nope," he simply says, and he gives you a smile.

"Satoru!" you scold. "I'm not even on birth control."

He grins, kissing your jaw. "It's okay. I'll pull out."

"You better—fuck!" you wail in pleasure when he suddenly thrusts deeper into you—his tip hitting against your cervix.

The conversation is dropped, and the two of you focus on the pleasure of intimacy.

You grasp at his back again, your nails clawing at his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind by his hisses of satisfaction, thrusting faster into you.

Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, and your skin rubs and sticks to one another's as the sound of your juices squelch from his cock going in and out of you.

The pleasure builds inside you again, spreading all over your body as you scream his name, reaching your orgasm as you cum on his cock.

"I love it when you scream my name," Satoru whispers, biting on your earlobe.

It doesn't take long for him as well as he starts pounding into you harder with desperate needs as his abs flex, and he holds your hips hard.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" in time, Satoru pulls out, cumming on your stomach as the white, thick liquid rests on your abdomen.

Satoru plops on top of you, and you both breathe heavily. You both stay still, unable to move after your actives that must've been... more than a few hours at this point.

"How do you feel?" you're breathless, combing your fingers through his white hair.

He enjoys your touch, resting his head on your chest as he sighs. "Amazing. It felt so good—you felt so good."

You chuckle. "Yeah, it was amazing. I... oh my god."

"What?" he lifts his head up to look at you, cocking a brow.

"I can't believe I lost my virginity to you, Satoru Gojo," you say in disbelief.

He laughs loudly. "I know you don't regret it, and I don't regret losing mine to you."

It's silent for a moment, and you hold each other's gaze, wondering what the other was thinking, but the two of you agree on—

"You down for another round?" Satoru smirks.

"Yeah," you smile.

You and Satoru are in a nearby pharmacy after the two of you finish hours and hours of sex, and it's already past midnight.

Your legs are still shaking.

Walking around the pharmacy, you stroll between aisles, looking for birth control and a few condoms that Satoru can wear—instead of forgetting to buy one or even use one—

"¥7,419.30 ($50) for birth control??" you quietly exclaim, turning to look at Satoru in shock.

"Hmm?" he takes his hand out of his pockets, taking the item in his hold while examining the piece behind his shades, chuckling. "Guess the world wants women to have children, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "I guess... I don't want to pay that much for plan b... God, I guess I have to."

Before you could walk to the cashier, Satoru grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against his chest as he stares down at you.

"I'll tell you what," he begins. "I'll pay for condoms and plan b... if you promise to hook up with me again."

Your eyes widened, and you thought you would never do this again with Satoru. You only thought it was just for him to lose his virginity—but maybe he was pussy drunk—?

He did love your pussy the moment he licked and fingered it the first time.

"Deal," you smile, nodding in agreement.

[angelst4re]

Hi darling ❤️ can you write a oneshot where reader tells jamie that he's her first boyfriend ever and she's embarassed of having no experience of being in a relationship and he tells her that there's nothing to be embarassed about and he kisses her like there's no tomorrow 🫣✨? love your works! ❤️

hi my love!! i wrote this in about 20 minutes when i was on my break yesterday and i just found it haha, i hope you like it!! (apologies because it's quite short)

My First- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: jamie's your first boyfriend and you feel a little insecure about it :(

warnings: none!

note: (yes the picture is important to the fic! trust me!) i just realised this fic is completely gender neutral! :) and also very short :(

“Come here, love.” Jamie grinned mischievously as he pulled you down onto the bed. “What took you so long?”

“I had to wash my face,” you smile up at him, “and then I did a face mask and it looked silly so I didn’t want you to see.” 

“Darling,” he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair, “I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of pictures of me with sheet masks, clay masks- you name it, there’s a photo of it!” 

This made you smile, but then you realised that you have seen these pictures of him, then you remembered one of them was with his ex, which then made you feel a tiny bit insecure. 

You knew Jamie had quite a few past partners (even fiances!) but he has been your only boyfriend ever. You had crushes in school, the kind that makes your stomach fill with butterflies when you pass them in the halls, but all of that was nothing compared to you and Jamie. These crushes never amounted to anything, you knew they never would, at that age boys were immature and could be cruel so they would tend to ask you out as a joke, and it would only end in them hurting your feelings. 

When you met Jamie, he was quite a few years older than you, this led you to believe he would be different, that he wouldn’t have any time for games or leading you on- and you were so glad you were right. 

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” Jamie waved his hand in front of your face, you had gotten distracted and drafted off, getting caught up in your thoughts. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled when you came back to reality. 

“Everything alright?” He asked, sensing something was wrong. 

“Yeah… I was just thinking.” 

“What about?” He inquired further, playing with your hair. You took a deep breath before answering him. 

“About how you’re my first boyfriend… ever. It’s kind of embarrassing, I know-” 

“That’s all lies, sweetheart,” he frowns, “it’s not embarrassing-”

“It is! Because you’ve got- and had all these experiences that I haven’t. I don’t know how to compliment you, I flirt terribly, I’ve never been dates before or even slept with somebody-”

“Darling, that’s okay!” He stopped you mid-sentence, before you could overwhelm yourself. “We all have to start somewhere, don’t we? I’m glad that I’m the first person you’ve ever been with,” he said with a smirk, “it means I get to set your standards high- ouch!” 

You slapped his chest playfully, wanting to tell him that was something Jace would say, but he was already out for revenge. 

He had flipped the two of you over, so you were lying against the mattress and he was on top of you, peppering kisses on your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips- which had taken the shape of a smile, your chin, the tip of your nose…

"Jamie! Stop it!" You giggled, attempting to push him off of you, but he wasn’t budging. You just had to lay there beneath him as he attacked you with kisses- and if you were being totally honest, you didn’t want him to stop.

[percervall]

want you to be the last one I ever love

Player: Darwin Núñez Words: 1011 Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, online trolling, age gap Request: Comforting when you're upset - Maybe you had a terrible day at work, or you didn’t get the promotion you wanted, and he’s there to assure you that you’re doing so good (brings you for an evening walk)!! Or ya know… you getting hate anons who think you’re too old for him and he’s like wtf you’re perfect for me A/N: by now you should know I'm a petty bitch 🤷‍♀️

title from First Aid Kit's The Last One

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He could tell something was wrong the moment he walked into the living room. Something about the atmosphere just felt… off. Darwin couldn’t quite put his finger on it at first until he noticed her wiping her nose on her sleeve and the red blotches on her face she tried to hide behind a smile that never reached her eyes as she quickly retreated into the kitchen. Darwin frowned and followed her, wrapping his arms around her as she stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil. He rested his chin on her head, giving her a gentle kiss on her hair and just held her as silent sobs wrecked through her. He knew that she would tell him what was bothering her when she was ready, and that it was enough to just be there for now. 

It was silly, logically she knew it was silly. In all honesty she wasn’t even sure why she had looked in the first place. She was usually not one for reading these types of things; knew that they were nothing more than the opinions of people with truly nothing better to do. And yet when she had received multiple notifications that people had tagged her under Darwin’s most recent Instagram post for her 29th birthday, her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In hindsight she wished it had stayed with being curious —the saying curiosity killed the cat made a whole lot more sense now. 

I don’t know what he sees in her

She’s so old ew 🤢

Couldn’t she find someone her own age?🙄

Tell me you’re immature without telling me you’re immature 😒

At first she had tried to ignore it, brush it off, but the longer the day went on, the more those comments started to eat at her. What if they were right? she thought as worry and doubt settled heavy in her chest. She put her phone away, but no matter what she did the rest of the afternoon, the voices in her head still whispered their venom as they echoed the comments. It broke her resolve little by little and once the floodgates opened, there was no going back. Hot tears rolled over her cheeks and she tried to suppress the sobs that wrecked through her chest. She wiped the tears away when she heard the key in the door but as soon as she saw him, she knew there was no point in hiding her feelings from him: Darwin knew her like the back of his hand and the look on his face told her he could tell something was wrong. She found comfort in the way his body pressed against hers as she made them tea. Darwin didn’t say a word, just allowed her to feel her emotions and followed her back out to the living room where he joined her on the couch.

“What’s wrong, amor?” he asked gently, a hand on her knee as they sat facing each other. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just making mountains out of molehills. Just tired I guess.. You know me, I’m always more emotional when I’m tired..” she mumbled with a shrug.

“Don’t do that, amor; don’t minimise. You’re upset, why? What happened?” 

She took a deep breath, wrapping her hands around her mug in an attempt to find comfort there. There was no reason to lie to him, make something up about work. One look at his phone would tell him exactly why she was upset. Besides, how did that saying go? Pain shared is pain divided? Perhaps there was some truth to that. Perhaps by talking about it, it would lessen the heaviness in her chest.

Closing her eyes, she let the words tumble out. Darwin never interrupted her, didn’t even make noise in agreement or disagreement; he just listened. 

“And while I know, rationally speaking, that it’s not true –that it’s all negative comments by trolls who have nothing positive to contribute to society, it did plant a tiny seed of doubt: what if they’re right?” she concluded, finally meeting his eyes. Darwin placed his now empty mug on the coffee table and moved both of them in such a way she was now sitting in his lap.

“I know there’s not much I can say that will fix this because I can’t; I can’t fix it, but I need you to know this: yes our age gap is six years and if you want to get technical, five and a half –and I couldn’t care less about any of it. I love you, amor, I love you so much it feels my heart could burst sometimes. You’re the person I picture when I think about what life could be when I’m old and grey. I see you when I imagine having children. You are the only person I want to grow old with, have a family with. For me there’s no one else but you,” he murmured, voice soft. Fresh tears filled her eyes as he replaced every doubt with nothing but love and adoration. 

“I love you too, sometimes so much it scares me a little at times. But I know that I see you when I think about our future,” she admitted, resting her head against his chest as he hugged her. Darwin pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s all that matters, amor. I’m going to look into restricting the comments, and I’ll phone the club’s PR department to draft a statement addressing this.”

She wanted to protest that it wasn’t necessary, but one look at his face told her that maybe it was. It wasn’t about the fact the people had left mean comments, it was about them having crossed a boundary. She nodded and sighed deeply as the last stone of worry was lifted off her chest as he hugged her to his’, pressing gentle kisses against her head and whispering sweet nothings into her hair. No matter what would happen, she’d always have Darwin –and he’d have her.

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[a-kaash-me-outside]

Gurl …… !

that was so gross and disrespectful on Atsumu’s part?? The way that he chooses to speak to y/n over what was clearly not meant to be a jab at him. if he’d used his brain for 2 seconds he would’ve figured out it was y/n’s insecurities coming out in the form of what was kind of a tasteless joke. Ahhh If i were her I wouldn’t have stuck around to witness the fuckery of someone so spiteful and immature. Also the way that he treats other women is such a red flag wtf! Just because the other women aren’t the one you have a crush on doesn’t mean you can treat them like disposable tissues omgg. The fact that all it takes is a misunderstanding and he’s ready and willing to use a woman as a prop to make another woman upset says a lot about him! And to do it during intimacy when women generally feel more vulnerable!!! I doubt the girl he brought back gave consent to be listened in on and used as a revenge tactic!! Who knows maybe she would’ve been chill with it if he’d asked but judging by her reaction he evidently didn’t so we’ll never know hahahahahah

And like yea sure y/n technically shouldn’t be upset because they aren’t TECHNICALLY boyfriend and girlfriend but.. why would you wanna be with someone who justifies their shitty behaviour on a technicality lol

I was all for mr tsumu but now I’m looking at the way that maki reacts when he’s jealous and the way Atsumu reacts and it’s clear who is the more mature man!! Oof. I’m scared of what Oikawa and the guys are gonna do when they find out how much of an asshole Atsumu is!!

Once again, thank you for the brilliant chapter! This one got me riled up and I’ll be waiting in anticipation for next week!!

SEE OKAY. this, in comparison to the ask RIGHT BEFORE? incredible. i absolutely love the different thoughts and perspectives and how people FEEL ABOUT THE END OF THE CHAPTER UGH.

(bunch more thoughts under the cut, but like... it's so long i made it a read more LMAO)

the thought of yn staying around (which i mentioned in a previous ask) because i thought abt yn leaving and going to maki's or calling maki or something was literally just yn stuck in processing feelings, almost shock and disbelief causing her to see if she really has a need to process really difficult feelings

I'VE ALSO kinda thought a lot about like oh is he just using all of these people to have sex w and the answer is like yea ok sure yes, but also, that's kinda just sex culture. truthfully, i wrote him having a lot of sex as like not really a bad thing? him having a lot of sex with people who kinda just want the same thing as him, just yknow, sex no feelings, isn't uncommon and i don't think makes him an asshole. doubly because i don't write anything about him talking shit about the people he has sex with or looking down on them for doing what he does because he doesn't or like leading them on or anything? he's really straight forward with these things. which i've kinda written about in little bits?

HOWEVER yea no the other points you made are super valid. i'm not trying to excuse this time (the end of ch6) because no, yeah, uncalled for and absolutely gross and very bad, BUT YEA. kinda background on how i felt about other stuff with it :)

i do think that the whole "it's just a technicality" thing goes a bit deeper than that. like it is just a technicality sure yes, but it goes both ways. she clearly doesn't want to be something more with him despite the times that he's tried to push it into that? but she still flirts with him and acts like a couple with him so it's a weird line to thread. AND can we also just all remember that she literally almost had sex with maki, ABSOLUTELY WOULDVE just a few short weeks ago. just a thOGUHT. ( but yea no maki's mvp always has been love that guy )

and YKNOW i did say that the angst was coming I WARNED EVERYONE ABOUT THIS hehe. excited to hear your thoughts about how everything wraps up !!!