#so...I guess you could say... he turned out... 'bad'

[gayasswitchbitch]

Searching for Warmth| Ace x F! reader.

Synopsis: It’s freezing ass cold and you can think of only one person that can help.

Warnings: none brah

It was a late night on the Moby Dick. You could hear the ship gently rocking through the waves, and a few snores coming from the room next door. The only thing lighting the room as you tried to doze off, was a candle on the night stand that had burned down to its end. It would be a peaceful night had it not been for the fact that it was absolutely freezing. Lying in bed, you’re tossing and turning, trying to find warmth in any way you can. Your eyes flicker to the candle. ‘Not much left. When it goes out I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it anymore. What will I do?’

As if the universe heard, and hated you, the candles flame gave out. Shivers run down your spine. There’s no way you’d make it through the night like this. It was just too cold. ‘Ace better be feeling real lucky right now.’ You think. ‘Must be nice to have fire powers.’ Suddenly, you get an idea. Is it a good idea? Probably not, but you’re desperate. You decide to ask Ace. ‘He’s so warm, just a hug will do.’ You roll yourself off the bed, wrapping the blanket around you. There’s no way you’d be leaving without it, and make your way to his room.

The hallway is dark and ambient. Not a soul in sight as you walk to Aces room. How the hell is everyone sleeping through this?’ You grumble to yourself.

Upon reaching Aces room, you can see he has a light on. ‘Thank gods hes awake!’ You think.

Knock, knock, knock.

Not but a second later you hear his voice calling from inside. “Come in!” He yells. He figured it would be Marco there to scold him for being up so late. Something about it being bad for your health. He didn’t expect to see you there when the door opened. He’s sprawled out on his bed. His hair disheveled, comic in hand. “Y/n?” He asked excitedly, throwing it to the side. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He hopped off his bed and grabs your hand with one of his and uses the other to gently shut the door behind you both. In truth he just wanted to hold your hand, but he’ll say he was just helping you in.

You sigh. “Okay.. this might sound a little weird okay..”

Aces brows furrow. He’s intrigued. “Yeah? What’s up?” He’s standing across from you and it’s like his eyes are sparkling in the light. It makes your eyes wander to his buff arms down to his shirtless chest and how toned it is. How are you supposed to not make this weird when he looks so pretty? Ace thinks you look just as cute. Your hair is messed up as well, cheeks round and a little red from the cold. He thinks you’re the most adorable thing he’s seen.

“So.. it’s really freaking cold tonight and I can’t sleep because of it and I guess I was wondering if you could give me a hug for just like one second so I could warm up? Please?” He’s silent, like he’s thinking and suddenly you’re too nervous to be in his room anymore. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough and as you try to turn to the door to leave Ace suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“Wait! Of course I’ll warm you up but I don’t think just a hug is gonna do it.”

You look at him confused. What did he mean? A hug should be enough. His body is scalding all the time so it should be enough to hold you over until morning.

“Come here.” He says pulling you to him. Your face is right in his chest and he smells of bourbon. Ace starts to unravel the blanket. The cold air is hits you like a train.

“Ace! What are you doing?” You yelp. He answers by walking to the edge of the bed and flopping himself down, simultaneously bringing you with him. He lays on his side and without thinking you scoot yourself closer to cuddle to his chest again. He then warps the blanket around the both of you and squeezes himself closer while holding you.

He lets out a sigh of relief, like he had been the cold one. “Is that better?” He asks.

It’s a good thing he’s holding you so close. He can’t see the way your face is bright red, and it’s not due to the sudden heat. “Yes, but I only wanted a hug you didn’t need to do this.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t want you to be cold all night.” He chuckles and you notice his heart beating faster and his breathing is heavier.

“Your heart is pounding…”

He laughs. He had hoped you wouldn’t notice that. Seeing you looking so cute, like a sad little penguin waddling in here all bundled up, it drove him mad.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He laughs. “There’s a pretty girl in my bed and I’m nervous.”

You scoff at his words. You didn’t even want to be in his bed! (Liar) you only wanted a hug. “You’re the one that practically threw me on here!”

“Yeah yeah. I don’t see you complaining.”

[revelboo]

Hello there, how are you doing?

We haven't seen some L.G.Fuad for awhile now.

Would you be so kind in helping getting our dose of Tarn?

Sure! 🔞🌶️

L.G. Fuad Pt 16

Tarn x Reader

• Finally dry and dressed again, you still can’t meet the big guy’s optics as he talks to Blue. After the unwanted bath and finding out he’s got raunchy videos of humans fingerling themselves on his alien tablet, you’re out of sorts and unsure how to feel. Why would he even watch stuff like that? What’s it doing for him? It’s not like the giant robots fuck. Do they? Turning to stare up at him, he notices to make you flinch, looking away. Makes you really wish you could talk to each other.

• You’re giving him that vaguely horrified, disapproving look again. Like he did something wrong. Apparently deeply offended by the video snippet though he can’t figure out why. It’s almost like you’re jealous as silly as it is. And he’s trying to pay attention to Nickel instead of imagining you sprawled on your back, your fingers dipping into yourself like that. Because that fantasy is wholly inappropriate. Shouldn’t even be curious about that. You’re an inferior, little organic. What would Megatron think of this weakness?

• Skin prickling as he stares at you until you pointedly look away, you suck in a breath when his servos close around you and you’re lifted. And he’s cradling you against his chassis as he carries you to the bridge, setting you on a console with a growl as he settled into his chair. “I guess alien dudes aren’t that different from human dudes,” you mutter and he glances at you. But it’s not like he understands anything you say anyway. “I’m sure human guys would watch alien porn given half a chance.” Hear him rumble softly, those red optics on you. Staring hard like he’s trying to figure out what you’re saying from sheer force of will.

• You’re chirping at him as he changes course for Swindle’s last known location. Not that he’ll have any trouble finding the little con artist. The mech broadcasts his whereabouts for his customers. “I didn’t know what was on the tablet,” he says, defending himself even though you can’t understand him. But your chirping sounds very judgmental to him. “Do you do that when you’re left alone? Touch yourself?” Why is that thought stuck in his processor? Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he’s aware of his spike stirring just imagining you touching yourself, chasing pleasure. Thighs spread and fingers pumping urgently inside yourself as your back arches. Wonders who you think of as you touch yourself. What’s wrong with him? What have you done to him?

• Turning toward the expanse of space as he growls at you, you wonder about the video. Had Blue caught him with it and confronted him? Then why play it in front of you? Just to see your reaction or maybe it wasn’t his? Or maybe it is his and he’s into aliens. Maybe he watches that video and-what? Turning, you give him a once over, eyes sliding down his frame to his crotch. He doesn’t have the necessary parts to jerk off with. Right? And when you look up, he’s looking at you. Saw you staring at his crotch and lack of a dick. Face heating, you quickly look away. If he did have a dick, it’d probably be alien looking. Probably look like some of that Bad Dragon shit your bestie had been so into.

Previous

[thefeverburningalive]

Spencer reid x fem reader

Frinds to lovers

I mean, he is so in love with her

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

spencer reid x fem! reader <3

a/n: tysm for the request babes! feel free to send in your requests i love the inspooo. i decided to use one of my favorite billie eilish songs as inspiration since it always reminds me of spender <3. i love writing fics based on songs so also feel free to request song based fics too.

genre: fluff <3

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wake up and smell the coffee, is your cup half full or empty?

the smell of coffee hit you as soon as you walked into the break room of the bullpen. after the last case, you’d been having trouble sleeping- which is something that comes along with the grueling job. “good morning y/n, coffee?” spencer’s warm voice flooded your ears. no matter how bad the days got, spencer was the highlight of said days. over the past three months your feelings for spencer have changed. he’d been your closest friend on the team, aside from penelope, since you’d joined. but recently you’ve been wanting to be more than just friends.

when we talk, you say it softly. but i love it when you’re. awfully quiet.

“yes please, thank you spence.” you spoke just as soft back, admiring spencer as he smiled and nodded while pouring some coffee into a mug. not just any mug, but ‘your’ mug. on your first day at the bau, you’d had dropped and broken a mug- and you where so upset and embarrassed about it. the next day, spencer bought a white mug decorated with small flowers, and designated it as yours without saying so. he poured the creamer and sugar into the mug as well, knowing exactly how you liked your coffee. spencer slid the mug next to you, and you picked it up with a bright smile.

you see, the peice of paper. could be a little greater.

two hours later you, spencer, and the rest of the team where sat in the jet. “this is so funsies i never get to come on the jet!” penelope was beaming across from you. “i brought some card games cmon guys let’s play!” so you, pen, spencer and derek played the silly game she brought. as you exchange cards back and fourth and continue the game, you find yourself constantly losing. you’re not a sore loser- but sometimes being on a team full of the smartest people in virginia has its downsides. there are days where you doubt your own intelligence. after the fourth time losing you sigh in defeat as derek re-shuffles and passes out cards. you start to zone out a bit while playing, almost giving up, until you feel a hand over your wrist. the warmth of spencer’s eyes when you look up at him sends shivers down your spine. he gives you a smile before retracting his hand. as you look down, you notice he’s slipped a winning card into your own hand.

show me, what you could make her. you never know until you try it.

a pit of jealously bubbled in your stomach as you listened to derek go on about the two women who continued to flirt with spencer. “boy genius skipped out on not one pretty girls number- but two! man i’m bringing rossi to the next bar i have to interview.” the team laughed and talked while spencer sat looking somewhat uncomfortable. you hadn’t noticed your own silence until you caught spencer’s sight. his eyes looked into yours, his expression unreadable. he mouthed ‘are you okay?’ to you with a furrowed brow. deciding that saying no was unacceptable, you settled on a smile and nod combination. spencer nodded in response with his own smile, despite not fully believing your answer. “so.. why turn them down reid?” emilys question made you snap back into the conversation. “uh well.. i don’t know i guess they aren’t really my type.” for a split second you’re almost sure he looks in your direction as he says that. “or maybe he’s just not looking to be in the dating scene.” jj was the next to speak up during the discussion. spencer shrugged at her comment. “you never know.” was all he responded with.

and you don’t have to keep it quiet.

to say this case had been rough was an understatement. it was taking a tole on the team for sure, but especially you. tears flowed from your eyes as you paced back and fourth inside your hotel room, your mind running a million miles an hour. before you could think about what to do next- you trip over a pair of shoes you’d left in the middle of the room. you fell to the ground ungrateful, managing to knock a few other things over. an exhausted growl/shout escaped your lips. everything was just getting too much for you. the tears continued to fall as you just sat on the floor exasperated. about five minutes later you hear a soft knock at your door. stumbling up- you open it, finding spencer standing there in some lose grey sweat pants and a black tshirt. if your brain wasn’t short circuiting before- it definitely was now. “s-spencer? what’re you doing here..” you tried to quickly wipe your tears but it was pointless. “i heard a bang and you yell.. i just wanted to make sure you were alright.” spencer was reading you like an open book. he had a feeling this case was getting to be a lot for you. more tears welled in your eyes “im so sorry- i-i wasn’t trying to be loud i fell and then i just-“ the feeling of spencer’s arms around you cut off your sentance. he tucked you head beneath his chin, making you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “it’s okay y/n. you don’t have to hide and be silent. i’m here for you.”

and i know it makes you nervous. but i promise you it’s worth it.

the only thing on your mind the rest of the following day was spencer. the way it felt to be in his arms, the smell of his cologne, the way his thumb traced little circles onto your back. spencer was suffocating your mind. it wasn’t uncommon for you to constantly think about spencer some days- but today was different, because for the first time spencer actually showed a sign of maybe liking you more than a friend. this wasn’t the first time you’ve tried convincing yourself he had feelings for you. but it is the first time there’s actual proof. the line between being best friends and being lovers was growing increasingly thin. as much as you want to be together you feared you were at risk for losing the most important person weapon in your life right now. he was just within your reach. but the anxiety swarmed your mind and your nerves simply wouldn’t let you. no matter if it was worth it or not.

to show em’ everything you kept inside, don’t hide. don’t hide.

“uhm, spence?” the night had been like any other night at your apartment. chips, dips, and sci fi movies that spencer loves to make you watch. as the movie progressed, spencer seemed to get closer and closer to your side by the second. by the time his thigh was up against yours underneath the thin blanket sprawled between yours and his laps. that’s what led you to begin the conversation- that and the fact that the movie had finally ended. “yes?” it was hard to focus on the task at hand when he was looking at you with this big brown eyes. he tilted his head slightly when you didn’t answer at first. “i wanted to uh- well i wanted to talk about… something serious?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a question; but your brain was already struggling to form the sentences. “of course, is everything alright?” spencer had a tone of worry in his voice. “n-no yeah everything fine i just.. well i’ve been kinda keeping something- from you- and i uhm. i don’t think i want to hide it anymore.” at this point you were looking down at your hands, fiddling with the end of the blanket beneath you. spencer didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts. “i’ve been too shy to say, but i..” you took a deep in-hail. “i like you spencer. in a more-than-friends type of like. a-and i don’t know how uhm- well how you feel but i couldn’t stop feeling like this i tried to hide it or stop it b-but i can’t. i feel so strongly for you and i-i just.. had to tell you. i get it if y-you don’t feel the same.. or if you want to leave .. but i hope you stay.” you felt like all the air had been stolen from your lungs. the words came so rapidly out of your mouth you didn’t even have time to properly think before you spoke- you didn’t even know there were tears in your eyes. you didn’t dare look up at spencer. you were filled with embarrassment and shame. you thought about getting up and apologizing- but before you could finish you felt his hand cup your cheek. the warmth of his hand added to the heat already in your face. his thumb wiped a tear that dared to spill from your eye. “don’t hide away.” that was all he said before his soft lips reached your own.

come out and play.

[whre4wanda]

Snap A Few Photos

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha (not sorry), Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, edging, oral (both), overstimulating, breeding kink, spitting, picture taking, brief fingering, praising, degrading, masturbation, teasing, rough sex.

Summary- Natasha thinks she's smart for participating in 'No nut November', so you get back at her by making it pure hell for her.

Your pov:

The avengers squad was crowded on separate couches, some still sipping on the drinks they had from the party that was just buzzing a few hours ago while others just sat with bottles of water. Tony and Thor were currently arguing about something that amused both you and your girlfriend who you were currently cuddled up against on one of the serpate couches. You sighed in content, enjoying the warmth she provided and the useless banter from your teammates and friends.

"Yeah well it's a stupid concept. Why would you want to partake in that."

"To see if you can last man." Tony grumbled and Thor shook his head.

"I just think that this human thing, what do you call it again?"

"No nut November."

"Yes that, it's stupid. Why would you want to go without sex for thirty days just to win a bet or to partake in some dumb trend. You humans are weird" You laughed at Thors expression, yet you agreed with what he said, he did have a point.

"It's called having self control, you demigod."

"I agree with Tony." Natasha said and you turned to her with a raised brow.

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's to see if you have self control. I mean not everything is sex right? Besides, it can also give some couples that emotional connection that they didn't have before."

"Yeah I mean I get it, but thirty days, seems excessive to me, don't you think?"

"It's not that bad." She shrugs while taking a sip of her drink. You snort and the redhead arches her brow.

"As if you would last." You mumble and she furrows her brows.

"Oh? And what does that mean?"

"You know very well what I mean Nat. I doubt you'd last thirty days." Natasha let's out a throaty chuckle while placing her drink down.

"Oh detka. I could very much last a month, in fact care to make this interesting."

"Sure, let's make this interesting."

"One month. No sex at all. And if I win -no actually scratch that- When I win, you'll do as I say for a month."

"Okay and when I win, well you know what I want." The redhead smirks at your offer before nodding her head.

"Deal."

"See Tony, see how stupid this is?" Thor remarks but Tony shakes his head.

"Stupid? This is a miracle. Our ears can finally catch a break from all the excessive noises."

"Hey don't be jealous man, at least we don't go for 7 minutes only." Tony's jaw slacks at your comment, which causes everyone to break out in laughter.

"Seven? Make that three." Pepper mumbles which makes the entire team, except Tony, laugh.

"Ha ha. So funny." He responds sarcastically before Steve pats his back apologetically.

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Now, you had formulated a great idea in your head. If Natasha was going to participate in "No nut November" then you were going to make it hell for her in payback for all the teasing she's done to you. It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine, and you weren't planning on going easy on her.

Which is why you had dragged your best friend, Wanda, along with you to the mall.

"Why are we doing this again?" She asked as she watched you pick up very revealing sets in the Victoria's secret store.

"Payback."

"I thought you two were doing the challenge."

"Oh no, she is. I am not. And this way, I get to play with her until she cracks, which I know she will."

"You seem pretty confident with your idea."

"I am." you placed one final set into her hand before picking up a set of crotchless panties.

"Now you see, this is how I get her to crack." You mumble, more to yourself as you examine the red underwear.

"And what exactly is your plan here? Walk around with these lingerie sets?"

"That and I was thinking about boudior photos since our anniversary is coming up soon."

"Boudiour?" You hum, while you examine the thin material that was in your hand.

"We once spoke about it. Nat said she was into it but after that we never really spoke about it again. She must have forgotten about it. Besides, I might as well take inspiration from Sabrina Carpenter's song 'Juno' right?" Wanda snorts before placing everything down onto the counter.

"You know, I also heard that pheromone perfume helps." She jokes but you nod your head.

"See, now you're catching my drift." You say which makes Wanda shake her head with a grin.

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"Alright y/n, I want you to get comfortable on the pillow and just do any pose for me." Larry said as he wiped the lesne of his camera. You situated yourself down onto the floor, laying on your side with your legs parted, one knee bent while the other was stretched out.

"There we go, that's perfect! Lift your leg up a bit and yes perfect!" He snapped a couple of photos, before you got up to change into a different set.

Now situated onto your back with a different set of lingerie on, you placed yourself onto your back, while lifting your legs up into the air.

"Try and arch your back just a little bit more for me. Yes, that's perfect doll." You did as he said before you changed into a different position, then a few more afterwards. The afternoon was filled with continuous laughter as you changed into different sets. You felt comfortable and confident with Larry as he cheered you on and gushed about how perfect you were.

"Honey, with a body like that, you could quit avenging and get into modeling." He joked as you stood up after the final shoot. You smiled at his remark, rolling your eyes too before stepping out to chanage into more comfortable clothing.

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"Alright, how do they look?" You asked as you fixed the sweater you had just put on before standing next to him to get a peek from the camera.

"Honey please, Nat might be stubborn at times, but she definitely won't know what hit her once she sees these." You let out a small laugh while shaking your head.

"I don't know."

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"Since you're so sure of yourself, I trust you then."

"You can come pick them up a week from now."

"Alright thanks again and say hi to John for me." You grin widely before giving your friend a hug and leaving the studio.

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Walking into yours and Natasha's shared bedroom, you placed your bag down before walking further inside the quiet room. Upon not seeing your girlfriend, your only assumption was that she was in the shower, which to you was an opportunity presenting itself. So quietly, you stepped into the en-suite bathroom, before stripping out of all your clothes.

Natasha was still oblivious to your presence, so you slipped into the shower with the redhead before wrapping your arms around her waist. Natasha hummed and you kissed her shoulder blade.

"Where were you today, I missed you."

"Just went out to the mall." Natasha hums and you move all of her hair to the side, so you could place your chin on her shoulder.

"And what were you up to?"

"Mission reports, which by the way I'm goi-"

Natasha is cut off from finishing her sentence once she feels your hand gently stroke her cock.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."Natasha bites back a moan, her firm hands placed on top of yours to stop any further movements. The redhead turns around, before giving you a dangerous look, one that could have you six feet under. You bat your eyes innocently while tilting your head to the side.

"Whats wrong Natty?"

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

"Whatever do you mean Natty?" She huffs, and you slowly get down onto your knees. The woman swallows harshly, hands grabbing onto the wall for support.

"Y/n." She says warningly, but you knew her all too well. How dumb would she be to pass off getting some head from you?

"Yes?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" You say, hand already stroking her length before licking the tip. The woman moans, head thrown back in pleasure as her hands pull your hair. 

"Y/n, s-." You lower your head down before you begin bobbing your head up and down while your hands stroke the parts that your throat couldn't reach. The woman bucked her hips and you gagged around her before removing your mouth but still stroking her cock. Your lips attach around her tip, where you continue to lick and suck it before lowering your mouth onto her length once again.

"Fuck." Natasha is now panting and you moan once you see the blissful look on her face. The hot water running down the both of you, her moans, and the room fogging up even more is enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

"This isn't fair." She mumbles while her hips unconsciously thrust up into your mouth.

"You said no sex, I'm not giving you sex." You tease before going back to sucking her off.

Just when you know she's close, you part from her before smiling and getting up.

"I'll let you get back to your shower then." You grin, especially at the state your girlfriend was currently in. All disheveled and desperate, but it was her idea in the first place.

"What a fucking tease." The redhead mumbled as she watches you sway your hips once you left the shower.

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You walked into the gym with your bag and water bottle in your hand. Your girlfriend had already been working out, and it seemed like she was about to start another set of exercises. You placed all your stuff onto the nearby bench before you walked over to the treadmill.

For a while, you watched Natasha excwrise. The look of concentration on her face, the sweat that was trailing down her neck and god her muscles! You were surprised you didn't fall off the treadmill. One would assume that Natasha was the one suffering but you were in fact worse than her. I mean, Natasha had composure, you didn't. And even though you could still technically fix the ache in between your legs, it just wasn't the same if your girlfriend wasn't the one doing it. Man you were horny.

"Hey do you wanna spar?" You asked once Natasha finished a set. She moved a strand of hair away from her face, before nodding.

"Sure." You walk over to the ring, your girlfriend following just behind you before she gets in the ring too. You then slipped off the jersey you were wearing, and you smiled to yourself once you got the reaction you wanted from the redhead.

"Okay, what should we start with?" You asked innocently, as if your cleavage was not in your girlfriends face. Natasha cleared her throat, darting her attention anywhere but on your breasts.

"How about the normal routine? Let's see if your form has improved." She says and you get into fighting position.

Natasha managed to knock you down which causes you to topple over. You huff before standing up and sending her a glare.

"You're pulling your punches." She warns and you only scoff.

"Let's just go again." So you both went again, she manages to knock you over a couple more times, and same goes for you until you both end up tumbling onto the floor, with you on top of her.

"Well doesn't this just bring back fond memories." You say as your hands plant themselves onto her shoulder.

"Y/n, get off of me." She warns and you smirk, hips already moving in circular motions.

"Oh come on Nat, don't pretend like you don't miss being inside of me. Just let go and I could take you to a whole other world." You tease with a seductive grin and Natasha could already feel herself hardening.

Even with a lust clouded mind, Natasha still had enough control to move you off of her body, setting you next to her before standing up.

"You're no fun." You huffed out and she sent you a glare before walking out of the ring. Damn, she was going to be a tough one to crack.

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Natasha sat on the bed with a book in her hand. Her reading glasses perched up just above her nose while she paid little to no attention to you. Sure, she wondered why you just disappeared into the bathroom for so long but she decided not to pry too much on it, instead, she was too focused on the passage she was reading.

The only thing that manged to pull her attention away from her book was the sight of your legs covered in the sheer fabric of panty hose along with the very expensive heels she had gifed you a long time ago. Keep your eyes down. She muttered this mantra in her head, knowing that if she dared to look up, she'd be captivated and seduced by you.

"Like what you see love? You can always look up you know." The sound of your voice was so devious, so cruel and yet so seductive. This was all carefully curated, she thought to herself and the sound of your voice coaxed her to finally look up. Big mistake.

"What do you think Natty?" You asked in that innocent voice of yours. Natasha's mouth went dry. Absolutely dry.

She looked at the new purple set that adorned your skin. god you looked so  edible. Natasha darted her tongue out to lick her lips as you walked closer to her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to have you whimpering for her, to put you in your place but she couldn't. She'd brought this upon herself and she was going to have to stay strong to prove her point.

But the way you flicked your hair to the side, and the way your skin glowed under the light, it was so alluring. You turned around to give her a show and you were clearly enjoying it with the big grin that was plastered on your face. Everything looked so good and your entire body was practically calling for her. From your tits, to your pretty face and to your ass. Natasha bit on her lip before looking down at her book.

"You look nice." Was all she muttered, as she tried to pay attention to the words. But she couldn't. Not with the sight of you imprinted in her mind.,

"Seriously Nat? That's it. Nice?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." She shrugged her shoulders and you scoffed before heading into the bathroom. Natasha let out a sigh, she was so needy. At this point, one touch from you would send her tumbling over the edge.

"Just one more week."

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"These look fucking great." You exclaimed as you eyes scanned through the photos.

"Tell me something I don't know." Larry smirked and Wanda peeked over your shoulders to see the pictures that were in your hand.

"My god where have you been hiding your ass y/n?" You laughed as Wanda grabbed the pictures out of your hand. She examined the pictures for a while before you took them back from her with a small chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough."  You turned to your friend and gave him a warm hug before smiling.

"Thanks again Larry. I love them."

"No problem. And tell Natasha I say hi."

"Will do. Bye." You led Wanda out of the studio before you both made your way back to your car.

"Now what?"

"Now, since Natasha is going on her mission, I place these in her bag so that whenever she opens her bag, she's got a glorious surprise waiting for her."

Wanda sits back in her seat while shaking her head and you arch a single brow.

"What?"

"I hope whatever you've planned works."

"It will, trust me."

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Natasha groaned as she trudged through her room, a hand pressed against the now forming bruises on her hip. She let out a relieved sigh as she finally sat down onto the bed, her shoes falling off soon after. She needed a shower to wash off all the dirt that had been gathered from the mission. She reached for her backpack and she ruffled for a while before pulling our her towel and toiletries before placing them onto the bed.

She was about to zip up her bag until she spotted a book inside the bag with a small note.

Have fun on your mission ;)

She gathered that it was from you by the handwriting and she wondered what the book contained. With all the strength that she had left, she pulled the book out and opened the first page.

"Enjoy and don't be afraid to let go baby." She read the words with a small frown before paging over.

And there you were, ass up in the air, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you looked back at the camera.

"Yebat." Natasha mumbled as she scrolled through the various steamy pictures. She could feel all the blood rushing to her cock, and christ she wanted nothing more than to be inside you right now.

Her eyes stayed focus on your face. Oh your beautiful face that was so expressive whenever she fucked you, your eyes that would roll back when you were cumming or your lips. Oh your lips. The sweet sounds that would tumble out of your mouth or the warmth that would envelop her whenever you sucked her off.

And then her eyes drifted down to your tits, one of her favorite parts of your body that she truly cherished. And your ass? Another of her favorite. The older woman closed the book with a huff. Now it made sense.

"Ty khitraya devchonka, ne tak li?"

(You're a sneaky girl, aren't you)

She thought to herself and at that moment, her phone had started ringing. With her thumb, she swiped the answer button before she spotted your face.

"Hi Natty." Your mischief filled voice rang in the quiet of her room.

"I see you got my gift." You teased and she rolled her eyes.

"You're going to be sorry once this is over."

"Really? Huh." You blinked a couple of times, feigning innocence as you spoke again.

"I don't regret it though, besides you liked it, didn't you?"

"Of course I did." She answered, wearily of the position of your phone.

"You know, I miss you." You started as you positioned your phone, so that your top half was showing.

"A lot."

"You do don't ya?" She teases to which you reply with a hum.

"Mhm." But what catches Natasha's attention is the way you pull a string that unravels your shirt and before you know it, your chest is bare in front of the camera.

With a hum, your hand disappeared down to in between your thighs but Natasha couldn't see anything. But with the raise of your chest and the flutter of your eyes, she could tell what was happening.

"god I miss your mouth on me, your fingers in me...you fucking me, just filling me up to the brim." You say as your fingers work inside of you.

Natasha swallows, her own heart thumping as she listened to you go on.

"Don't you miss being inside me Natty? Don't you miss the feeling of just letting go and cumming. On me or in me." You tease and Natasha watches in silence as you bring yourself closer to the edge.

"I'm so close Nat, fuck do you hear that?" You ask referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy. Normally you'd be too embarrassed whenever your girlfriend teased you about it but now you couldn't even be bothered, not with the way she was looking at you.

"I'm so wet for you. So fucking wet." Natasha's lips part and she can imagine all of it. Her fingers inside your wet pussy, the taste, the warmth.

"Fuck, fuck!" A loud moan falls from your lips as you near your orgasm. And soon you pull your fingers out, bringing them up to the screen and sucking them clean.

"Bye." And just like that, you hung up the phone, leaving the redhead to deal with the image of you fucking yourself.

2 more days.

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Natasha was bummed to say the least. After her mission ended, she had to come back to an empty room because you had to leave for a mission of your own. To add on to that, you would only be back on the second of December. Heart-wrenching. She thought to herself as her eyes wandered around the room.

The sound of knocking on the door caught her attention and Tony opened the door before peeking inside.

"Thought I'd mention that I'm having a party tomorrow." He mumbled and she nodded her head.

"Cool."

"I must say, I'm surprised you lasted thirty days." He mumbles and Natasha arches her brow.

"Why?"

"With all the countless teasing, and the eye fucking, I'm surprised we didn't find you two at it like a bunch of rabbits in the training room or the pantry like last time. You're not bad Romanoff."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Take it how you want to take it. Just go easy on us after tomorrow night."

"No promises. Now get out of my room." Tony raises his hands in surrender before walking out of yours and Natasha's room.

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The party was bustling, people socializing with one another while Tony made a fool of himself near the bar area.

"And I say boom you looking for this." Rhodey says while laughing and Natasha gives him an unamused look.

"You know, l-like boom looking for-"

"Was that supposed to be funny?" She cuts him off from finishing his ridiculous story and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Why do I even bother with you." Rhodey sighs before leaves an unamused Natasha and Clint together.

Natasha takes a sip of her drink as her friend watches her.

"You all right Nat? You seem oddly quiet."

"Yeah I am, I just... Hold on let me get this." She says referring to the phone that was currently vibrating in the pocket of her suit jacket.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Nat, could you do me a favor please?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need you to go up to our room and get me a file in my drawer. I think I left it there and it's really important."

"Alright, sure." She hands Clint the half filled drink before walking off.

Taking the shorter route to your shared room, Natasha asks you a couple of questions about the mission which you gladly answer.

"Are you almost there?"

"Yeah, just a sec." She mumbles and you give her a second.

When Natasha opens the door, she's stunned. Beyond stunned to see your figure sitting on your shared bed.

"Surprise." You say with a grin plastered on your face. The woman's mouth is agape as she stares at you.

"Well I must say I'm not surprised you lasted thirty days. Might as well come claim your prize, right? It's only fair isn't it baby?" You ask as you spread your legs slightly and the woman is ready to pounce on you as she stares at the red lingerie set and a red robe that adorned your body. Her favorite color.

And remember when you bought those specific crotchless panties about three weeks ago? Well with the look the redhead was currently giving you, it was definitely worth all the money you spent.

Natasha's pushes the door of your bedroom with her leg shut before she makes her way over to you. You look up at the woman, giving her a dopey grin as she lowers her head down to kiss you.

"Well isn't this the best sight to be met with." She says and you chuckle. Your hands wrap around the redheads neck as you deepen the kiss, the both of you moaning at the ferocity of the kiss.

Natasha has you leaning onto your back but you stop her by pushing her back and standing up. She gives you a questioning look and you smirk before you pull her by her tie and push her back onto the bed so she is lying down. Natasha licks her lips, watching as you take her pants and underwear off. You then grab onto her cock, rubbing the tip slightly which has her sighing in pleasure.

You don't waste any time. Soon your mouth is on her, giving her the sloppiest head that has her groaning and clenching the sheets. You can tell she's close to cumming so you pull away from her which makes her huff.

"Can't cum Natty, it's not twelve am yet and you wouldn't wanna lose the bet just when you're about to win, would ya? Just four more minutes."

Again, you tease her, your hand stroking her length as you lick her tip. She shudders as you take her fully before repeating the motions.

"Mhm so close. Just one more minute." The seconds are driving her insane but when she feels your hand fasten it's pace, she can't help but grab your hair into a ponytail to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck." You hum around her, doing the best you can to take her and the woman throws her head back as she cums into your mouth and fuck it felt so so good. You hummed again, relishing in the taste of her. You missed it. All of her and she missed you. All of you. You separate from her, a string of saliva still connecting you to her and you smile.

"Guess you win Nat." you exclaim and Natasha flips the both so you so easily, so that you're laying on the bed.

"You have been so bad." She starts as she discards herself of her suit jacket and dress shirt.

"All you did was act like a whore for the past four weeks. Walking around with these." She pulls the strap of your bra before letting it go so it snapped against your skin and you let out a small gasp.

"Touching yourself and sending me those slutty pictures."

"But you liked them."

"I'm talking detka." She tuts disapprovingly and you look away.

"Sorry daddy."

"Sorry won't get you out of this one. Besides I did win right. So I'm going to enjoy my prize but first I think I need to fuck that attitude right out of you."

Natasha's hands pry your legs apart before she lowers her head down to your pussy. She's not wasting a single second, instead she dives right in, eating your pussy like a starved women. And indeed, she had been starved from your sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck!"

"I missed how you taste. So fucking sweet." She rasps, her tongue licking up your slit before moving to suck your clit. The way she was handling you was so... intoxicating, borderline animalistic.

She gripped onto the flesh of your thighs, pulling your closer so that she could eat you out better, tasting you, just feeling you whole. Natasha moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of her moan shooting up your body like a bolt of electricity. Natasha lapped at your cunt, relishing in the sweet taste of your pussy. She spread your pussy apart, spat on it then inserted two fingers inside of you. You let out a scream that had her smirking from in between your thighs.

"That good huh?"

She fingered you for a brief amount of time because soon your legs were shaking as you were nearing the edge.

"Cum for me baby, come on let go." Your eyes rolled back as you were overcome with this overwhelming orgasm. She continued to fuck you with her tongue, greedily licking all of your juices until she slowed her movements. You really really missed the feeling of her mouth and fingers. You gave Natasha a hazy grin which she returned with a peck on your lips. The moment was short loved because soon she was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing her body onto yours.

"Four weeks of your torture. You thought I'd let you get away with it. But I didn't and now I'm going to fuck you until you're begging and crying for me to stop." You wiggle your ass, purposefully moving against her length and she delivers a harsh slap onto your ass.

"Impatient aren't you? You are so lucky I don't have time to edge you and tease this pussy of yours but we'll have enough time for that tomorrow and the many days after."

Natasha's hands finally remove the robe that you were wearing and her eyes widened as she looked at the brand new tattoo on your lower back.

"Pretty right?" You asked, feeling her fingers trace over the ink.

"You really want to kill me, don't you?" You let out a half hearted chuckle before Natasha pulls you back by your hair so that your back is pressed against her front.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She mumbles in your ear and she can feel your wetness dripping onto her cock.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours so good." You let out a muffled sound as she slowly inserts herlsef inside of you, slowly stretching your pussy out.

"You're so tight baby, fuck, spent thirty days without being in this fucking pussy. Won't ever do it again."

"Nat-"

"You missed me? You missed me fucking this pussy huh?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I missed you fucking me dumb Nat."

"Yeah?" You nod as you feel her move her hips, hitting the right spots inside of you.

"Mhmm fuck, you feel so good Nat!"

Natasha speeds her movements inside of you and all you can do is take the way she fucks you while letting out small moans.

"Yes yes yes! Please don't stop-" The woman let's go of your hair, and you fall down onto your stomach feeling Natasha dig into your pussy. Her hands find your hips while her thrusts speed up. The sound of skin slapping and the both of your moans bounces off the walls of the bedroom.

"So fucking sexy." She mumbles as your ass moves while she fucks into you. She can't help herself when she grabs her phone, pressing the camera app to take a picture. You can feel her slowing down her movements which makes you whine in frustration.

"No, no, no detka, continue doing that, you're doing so good. Fuck yourself for me so I can record every single thing. Yes, keep moving just like that, fuck. So gorgeous."

Natasha is mesmerized to say the least, with the way your ass is moving against her, the feeling of your velvety walls taking her cock, suffocating it, she's hooked and she can't help but snap many photos and a little video of you fucking yourself against her like a pathetic little bitch in heat.

"I'm c-cumming." You croak out and she pulls out before thrusting into your pussy, hitting the deepest depths of your cunt.

You cum around her cock with a cry. Natasha pulls you up by your hair again to press kisses against your neck before biting the flesh there. She then sneaks her arm around your waist, pulling your tits out of the confinement of your bra.

"So pretty." She husks in your ear as she plays with your nipples. You can feel yourself getting sensitive but you don't want her to stop. Not yet.

"I want you to ride me baby, think you can do that f'me?" A slow nod and Natasha smiles before placing herself next to you. You position your hips over her body before aligning your soaking wet center with her length.

"Shit." A shuddered breath escapes your lips as you lower yourself down onto her cock.

"You're so big Nat."

"Uh huh, but you can take it. I know you can, it's your dick right?" And you do take her, your hips move on their own accord and you ride her with so much determination.

"god I just wanna breed this pussy. Just fill you up until all you feel is me. You'd like that wouldn't you baby? To feel me for the next few days?" You can only nod your head, too fucked out to talk before you lower down to kiss her. The kiss is nothing short of passion. Teeth clashing as your hands wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. All you just wanted was to feel Natasha and you were. Everywhere. Even in such steamy moments, you could still find the linger of passion and tenderness from her longing looks and her movements. You really loved this woman.

Natasha's hands grab your ass as her own hips thrust upwards and you bury your head into the crook of her neck.

"Listen to that, you're just so wet.". She chuckles referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy and you don't look up, your head still buried in her neck.

"Oh malysh, don't be so embarrassed, it's the best sound ever." You can feel another orgasm approaching and this time Natasha's finger rub against your sensitive clit.

"Nat please-"

"Please what baby? What are you begging for. Tell me." Tears are streaming down your face as you continue to ride Natasha and soon you cum again.

Natasha pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. At one point she picked you up and led you over to the side table, where she bent you down and fucked you mercilessly. Then you were pressed against the wall with Natasha on her knees, eating your pussy out again until you were literally shaking.

She made it her mission to fuck you dumb on every surface of the bedroom. And whenever she says something, she does it. She fucked you against the wardrobe, in front of the mirror then in the shower where she held you up with her strong arms and kept thrusting into your wet pussy while groaning into your ear. Your nails clawed at her back while her lips sucked and nipped at every inch of your skin.

The water dripped down both of your bodies, creating a steamy ambiance between you two. And there after she picked you up and set you down onto the bathroom counter. And she just kept fucking you, hitting your G-spot countless times while you kissed until you needed air. It was late at night, hell you were certain that it could be three am but you two didn't care. You were making up for all the lost time.

And somehow you had found yourselves on the floor, making out as you slowly rode the woman, not wanting to stop even though your legs were begging you to stop. You just couldn't, you missed Natasha that much, you needed her that much and you loved her that much.

The next morning, well, hours later you two woke up in a tangled mess of sheets. You chuckled slightly, body practically aching from the nights activities.

"Good morning Moya lyubov' " Natasha's voice woke you up and you smiled lightly.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore but so great." She chuckles lightly before sitting up.

"Well we shouldn't have slept on the floor."

"Not my problem, you're the one that fucked me on it."

"And I suppose its my fault?" She asks in a joking manner and you only nod your head.

"Join me for a bath?" You asked and she hummed.

So you two took a bath together, the both of you basking in the peaceful bliss of being in each other's arms. And when Natasha's fingers slowly slid across your pussy to fuck you slowly, you let her make you feel good, throwing your head back onto her shoulder, letting her fully control your body.

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When the two of you finally emerged out of your room later that afternoon, you found the team huddled up in the kitchen, just having useless banter as per usual. And when Tony spotted you two, he whistled lowly making you roll your eyes.

"Break the bed didn't ya?" He joked and Natasha shot him a glare. Rhodey walked past Natasha and he eyed her  back that was filled with many scratches.

"Your back." He mumbles and the woman arches her brow.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Never mind." He backed away once he saw the serious look on your girlfriends face and you just pulled her arm.

"Damn did you suck the life out of her neck too." Carol exclaims as she examines the hickey you failed to cover up. You scoff before pushing her hand away from your neck.

"Can't walk without Natasha holding you up huh?" Rocket teased and you turned to look at him.

"Nothing will stop me from throwing you into that trash can over there."

"With what strength sugar, you can barely walk yourself." The team laughs and you two just roll your eyes before Natasha walks over to get a cup of coffee.

You sit down next to Wanda and opposite from Thor before he looks up at you.

"I must know, was it worth the thirty days lady y/n?" Thor asks and you glance at Natasha with a big grin plastered on your face.

"Totally worth it."

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multitudes - part 2

summary -> your first pub golf and you meet the one and only arthur tv who is infatuated from the moment he lays eyes on you

PART - 1, 2, 3, 4

wc -> 1.1k

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the next morning came with a headache, two empty water bottles on your nightstand, and three missed dms. the first was from chris.

chrisMD: you’re a menace. flamingo facts live rent-free. next time: pub quidditch.

the second was a video from max fosh - shaky footage of you and arthur mid-“valerie,” yelling into a pub mic like you were auditioning for a sitcom about two people falling in love via amy winehouse.

and the third… was from arthur.

no text. just a selfie. slightly disheveled hair, duvet pulled up to his chest, sleepy grin. and a message quickly following it - still thinking about cube poop and diet-pink birds. brunch?

your heart betrayed you immediately. it did that weird little stutter - like it forgot how to beat for one full second before coming back with a crash.

you met up that afternoon at a tiny place in notting hill he insisted had “the best hash browns this side of london.” he wasn’t wrong. but if you were being honest, you barely tasted them.

because arthur in the daylight was a different kind of disarming.

gone was the pub-haze version: flushed cheeks, alcohol bravado, and silly commentary. in its place was something quieter - more deliberate. his hair still did that annoyingly perfect floppy thing, and his voice was still soft in that way that made everything he said feel just a bit more important.

he sipped his coffee. “so, still full of weird facts?”

you grinned. “always, it’s a condition. completely incurable.”

“tragic. guess i’ll have to stick around and suffer through it.”

“poor you.”

he laughed. but then he set down his fork and leaned forward, elbows on the table like he was about to confess something. the restaurant noise dulled around you, even though you knew it hadn’t actually changed.

“listen, i meant what i said last night.”

you blinked. that could mean several things.

arthur seemed to sense your uncertainty, so he clarified. “about liking you. before. and now. well, even more now.” he scratched the back of his neck like the words itched coming out. “it’s weird, right? one night and suddenly i can’t stop thinking about you.”

your stomach twisted, but not in a bad way. you just weren’t used to someone saying something like that and meaning it - especially not someone like arthur. smart, emotionally fluent, and possibly half-made of charm.

you could’ve made a joke. deflected. but you didn’t want to. not with him.

“it’s not that weird,” you said. “i’ve been thinking about you too.”

there. out. no take-backs.

arthur looked down at his coffee for a beat. then up at you. his gaze sharpened - focused in that quiet, attentive way he did when he was listening not just to what you said, but how you meant it.

“would it be crazy if i said i wanted to get to know you properly?” he asked. “off-camera. no pub golf. no chaos. just… you.”

you smiled. “only slightly. but I’m not particularly sane either.”

“brilliant,” he said, beaming.

that brunch turned into a walk, which turned into a shared playlist, which somehow turned into you guesting on one of arthur’s videos three weeks later.

it wasn’t planned. at least, not by you.

you were just in the background, originally. sitting off to the side while he filmed a lighthearted reacting to terrible tiktok advice bit. but at some point, he turned the camera toward you and asked, “as a certified facts machine, what’s your opinion on this guy’s take that drinking lemon water cures heartbreak?”

you blinked. the camera was rolling. but more importantly, he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room.

so you said something snarky about citric acid and unresolved emotional trauma. arthur laughed so hard he wheezed.

the comments the next day were brutal in the best way.

randomuser1 - sorry but WHY do they have more chemistry than every netflix couple ever?

randomuser2 - arthur’s in love and we’re all just watching it happen like a nature doc

randomuser3 - if they don’t do a podcast or start dating immediately, i will RIOT.

you tried to ignore them. you really did.

but then arthur sent you a screenshot of one with the caption - let’s give the people what they want?

and that was that.

still, not everyone knew. not yet.

you were careful - meeting late, taking back entrances, always arriving and leaving events separately. it wasn’t that you were hiding. you just… wanted to keep it yours a little longer. before the internet tried to rename it and ship it and pick it apart.

but at another ‘youtube gathering’ - this time a chilled game night at willne’s - you forgot to be subtle.

you were sitting on arthur’s lap, his arms loosely draped around your waist as you quietly roasted him for his uno strategy. willne walked by, did a double take, and yelled, “OH, IT’S HAPPENING!”

everyone looked. phones came out. chris shouted something about being best man at the wedding. niko started filming. you were done for.

arthur just smirked and pressed a kiss to your shoulde, “guess we’re public now.”

later that night, the two of you slipped onto the balcony to breathe. the london skyline sparkled beneath you, the kind of fake-romantic that only works when you’re a bit drunk and deeply infatuated.

arthur leaned against the railing beside you, his knuckles brushing yours.

“you know,” he said softly, “that flamingo fact really did it.”

“you laughed. “you’re never letting that go, are you?”

“never. it was the moment. everyone saw it. even me. i just didn’t know how to admit it yet.”

you turned to face him, your smile slow and full. “and now?”

he stepped closer, closing the distance until there was only the buzz of shared breath between you.

“now i’m all in.”

and then he kissed you - soft and sure and entirely off-camera.

something real.

part three out tmr!!

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[tgmsunmontue]

I wanna be with you everywhere...

1k Hangster Meetcute (with Bob/Javy side pairing). Inspired by my multiple watching of this video here which I of course just threw the Daggers into.

                Jake reminds himself why he agreed to live with Javy. He likes Javy, so while tripping over his shoes in the entry way is annoying, at least he cleans up after he cooks, doesn’t put empty containers back in the fridge, and has a decent level of personal hygiene. Jake has lived with a lot worse in his life. However, listening to him whine about his most recent crush when he could do something about it is driving him up the wall.

                “I need you to come with me.”

                “No, you don’t.”

                “Yes I do. Look. He was coming by himself, and I thought maybe we were connecting, but then last week he turned up with this guy!”

                “This isn’t middle school. Have you tried talking to him?”

                Javy looks at him like he’s an idiot and Jake can see the heat appearing in his cheeks, the subtle darkening and he smirks.

                “Cat get your tongue every time he’s near huh?”

                “Like you’re any better!”

                “Bullshit. I don’t have any issue flirting with people…”

                “Which is why I want you to come with me!”

                “I don’t sing,” Jake snaps, because this whole pub sing-along thing which Javy goes to every week is decidedly not Jake’s scene.

                “You’ve got a great voice!”

                “I don’t sing. Not in public.”

                “Please!”

                “What’s in it for me?”

                “I’ll… I’ll do all the cleaning and take the trash out for a month.”

                Jake’s eyes go wide, lets out a low whistle.

                “That’s… that’s a decent fucking trade. Okay. Deal.”

                Javy fist pumps and Jake rolls his eyes, but he guesses he has plans for Thursday night now.

…            …            …

                He puts in his usual amount of effort, his slacks and a business shirt, made a bit more casual by rolling up the sleeves and forgoing the tie and jacket. It’s a warm night and no doubt going to get warmer. He’s heard all about the guy Javy wants to ask out, his freckles and glasses and little cowlick so he doesn’t even need the elbow to the ribs and unsubtle chin jerk to point him out. He’s good looking enough Jake supposes, definitely Javy’s type. Geek chic. He watches him, and the guy he’s with, who is hard to miss, loud shirt and moustache and wide grin when his friend says something to make him laugh.

                The man in question catches Jake’s eye and Jake doesn’t bother looking away, no point pretending he wasn’t looking. The other man takes his time sweeping his eyes over Jake and he grins, takes his time to repeat his own assessment. Maybe this night isn’t going to be a complete bust after all. Long legs, firm looking arms, what looks like a good sense of humour. Yeah. Jake’s definitely going to be going over and talking to him. Once they’ve done with the fucking singing aspect of the evening.

                Fucking Javy.

…            …            …

                “Okay, they might be here together but they aren’t together,” Jake says, and he lets his eyes follow the tall drink of water as he walks across the room to the man who Javy is watching intently. The singing is over and done with, it wasn’t as bad as Jake feared, but he won’t be coming back, so he’s going to have to make this count.

                “How do you know?”

                “Because he checked me out like I was a slab of meat on market day…”

                “You think everyone checks you out.”

                “They do. I’m hot.”

                The look Javy gives him is flat and unimpressed and Jake rolls his eyes; he knows he looks good.

                “Watch and learn…” Jake says, pushing off the wall and heading over to where geek-chic and tall, hot and handsome are chatting. He doesn’t miss the fact that he’s watched as he approaches.

                “Evening…” Jake greets.

                “Evening.”

                “So. I can’t help but notice you’ve been watching me.”

                “And I can’t help but notice you’ve been watching me right back…”

                Jake grins slowly, oh yeah, he likes this guy.

                “Well, I was just appreciating the view.”

                “No other reason?”

                “Well, my friend has been too shit scared to come over and introduce himself to your… friend?”

                “Huh. Yeah. Friend. Roommate. Bob.”

                “Are you Bob or is he Bob?”

                “He’s Bob. I’m Bradley.”

                “Bradley,” Jake repeats. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jake. Can I interest you in a drink?”

                “Right now?”

                “Uh huh,” Jake says with a nod, then he turns to Bob. “Bob. My friend Javy over there has been trying to build up the courage to talk to you for weeks,” Jake starts, and he won’t mention the multiple monologues he’s heard about Bob, will leave Javy with some of his dignity intact. “He agreed to do all the cleaning in our apartment for a month just so that I would come here tonight and maybe help him talk to you…”

                “Oh. That’s…”

                “I know. It’s sweet of me.”

                “That’s not what I was going to say…” Bob interjects.

                “Anyway,” Jake interrupts. “I’m stealing your friend, so please go and talk to mine and let him know I’ll find my own way home tonight. Can you do that for me?”

                “I… yeah. Sure. I can do that.”

                “Great. Thanks. I hope you have a good night. Maybe ask him out for a drink, there’s a nice coffee place around the corner he’s partial to.”

                “I… okay. Uh. Thanks.”

                Jake watches Bob start walking towards Javy, who’s looking at Jake wide eyed and Jake blows him a kiss and then throws in a little wave before Javy’s gaze switches to avidly watching Bob’s approach and Jake stops paying attention to them. He’ll no doubt hear all about it in too much detail later.

                “You’re a good friend…”

                “Oh honey, that wasn’t just for him. I’m not that nice.”

                “So you do want to go for a drink then?”

                “Definitely. I don’t ask people out if I don’t mean it.”

                “Good to know.”

                “There’s a lot that’s good about me honey…”

                “Oh, I just bet there is.”

[fluffyenergee]

"I thought you said you weren't ticklish" with ler!demo and lee!solly :3

"KKKHAHAHAHA!"

A mix of laughter and a scream could be heard coming from the common room. In fact, it was loud enough to reach Soldier's ears and sent him rushing to the source.

"Enemy alert, enemy alert, everyone, regroup-!"

He stopped instantly once he arrived in the doorway.

It was not a sneaky enemy attack, it wasn't even anyone accidentally burning the kitchen. Or in case of some of them not accidentally at all. The point was what met Soldier's eyes was Sniper sitting in Heavy's lap. Still screaming.

"Maggot, what is going on!? What is this Commie-?"

"KKKHAHAHA! AHAHHA!" Sniper wailed again. "S-STOHOHOHAP HIHIHIM!"

Sniper's arms flailed wildly and that's when Soldier saw it. One of Heavy's arms was keeping Sniper pinned to his chest, while the other one was wiggling against the marksman's ribs. Oh.

"Sniper was being rude," Heavy simply claimed, like that was enough of an excuse. Maybe it was.

"Bah! That is no serious emergency." Soldier thumped his leg and just when he was about to turn around and find something better to take care of-

"Naw, c'mon, laddie, not good enough of a show fer ye?" Demoman revealed his presence and spoke from the couch trying his best to be louder than Sniper, his eyes moving from the tickle pair to Soldier. "It's good fer me." He took a sip of his scrumpy.

"Show?!" Soldier raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "Being ticklish does not count as entertainment, this is an unforgivable weakness!" With that he took off, ignoring Sniper's curses.

However, he didn't get to go far before, aside from Sniper's laughter, he could hear thumps of steps behind him. Instincts kicked again and he was face to face with the intruder.

"Spy!"

"Eh, naw, lad, still me." Demo blinked at the other.

"Good job, then!" Soldier patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up."

"Aye." Demo grinned. "But actually, I wanted to ask ye a question."

"What is it, Demoman?"

"Ye said that ticklin' is a weakness."

"That is not a question, but yes!" Soldier straightened his posture. "It is. Just like pain."

"Riiiiight." Demo rolled his eyes half-heartedly. "Guess it's bad then that every mate in this team is ticklish."

"WHAT!?" Soldier's helmet almost flew off his head. "Everyone?"

"Yep. Checked it meself." Demo grinned to himself. "'S not that weird, actually, doc once said that someone not bein' ticklish would be more of an er, "atypical nervous reaction"."

"Hmp, so everyone here is a weakling," Soldier scoffed and crossed his arms. "Aside from me. I knew it all along. Soldier prevails, maggots!"

"Soooo, you're saying ye're not ticklish?"

"Correct!" Soldier saluted.

"Riiiight." Demo narrowed his eyes. "Mind if I check then?"

"Weakness inspection, I approve!" Soldier agreed enthusiastically but then added quickly, "Even if I know there are no weaknesses on this body." He patted his chest. "You still have-." He choked on his words when Demo started pulling him with him, away from the common room.

Even though Sniper's laughter has died a while ago, Demo figured they could use a different area for that "test". And what a better place than his own room where he could be like, 50% sure no one would come uninvited.

So, they entered the area, and he lightly pushed Soldier towards his messy couch where the other sat down, still as straight as a guitar string but definitely not tense. And Demo thought that could only mean one thing,

"He genuinely thinks he's not ticklish."

Fine then, either he would make an absolute fool out of himself orrrr prove to a very unwilling mercenary that he is ticklish as well. He weighed the pros and cons, and his mind was made up.

"Alright, lad, remember, no laughing."

He sat down next to Soldier and shifted into a more comfortable position. His hands hovered above the other's body for a moment or two and then-.

"Agh!"

Squeezed both of Soldier's knees.

"Aha, what was that?" He smirked, not only because Soldier actually made a sound, but also because from his bent position he could see his eyes, and they were widened.

"Nothing!" Soldier, of course, denied everything.

"Mmmm, sure. Be it yer way."

Demo didn't stop, his hands still sitting on the trusted source that were Soldier's knees and kept squeezing. He hummed when they started twitching and the corners of Soldier's lips started moving up.

"I dunno, ye seem to be reactin', alright."

"This is... ngh, nothing," Soldier hissed through gritted teeth. "I-It's magic, you're using magic!"

"I wish."

The reaction on knees sure was promising but became even better once Demo's hands moved up to the sides of Soldier's thighs and scratched.

"Mmmph!" Soldier's hands moved, just a bit, to grab Demo's, but he managed to stop them just in time.

"Naaw," Demo tickled at the area just between thighs and hips, just where he could feel the bone. "I thought ye said ye weren't ticklish," He purred, half in satisfaction, half playfully, and pinched the skin.

Soldier jumped.

And snickered.

"I-I'm n-not."

To Demo's delight, Soldier's voice as well as body were now shaking. There were definitely no other excuses available now.

"Hah! Ye are ticklish!"

In his enthusiasm Demo put his hands under Soldier's arms and picked him up. It didn't last long, however.

"HAAAAAH!" Soldier wheezed, his hands instantly plastered to his sides.

"Ohoho-hoh. What have we here?" Demo's all-teeth grin was positively evil.

"N-Nothing." The panic in Soldier's voice was absolutely delightful. His arms were making absolutely sure Demo couldn't free his hands from under them even if he tried. "Demoman, I order you t-to stop this r-right nggh, right now!" He sputtered.

"Hmmmm, no." Demo pretended to ponder. "Not only are ye ticklish, ye're really ticklish. Admit it."

"No!" Soldier shook his head so strongly his helmet was now askew. "This is all propaganda. N-Not true at all! Maggot, let me go, or I swear-!" Demo scratched just once in the hollows. "AH!"

Once Soldier threw his head back there was no saving his face getting fully uncovered but at least he managed to catch the helmet. However, instead of putting it back in its place Soldier was now holding it against his face. All in all, if covering his face was the goal Demo had to admit this move was definitely doing its job better than before.

A shame really because he was starting to notice blush on Soldier's face. The good thing, however? Soldier uncovered his armpits completely and Demo was not planning to miss his chance.

His fingers renewed their eager exploration of Soldier's armpits to which their owner in turn returned to laughing, though now it wasn't just a single burst but a continuous stream.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! G-GGHAHAHA!"

No amount of helmet covering could muffle his laughter enough.1

"Guess that means yer just like the rest o' us." Demo shook his head, mock-disapprovingly. "Full of weaknesses. Yer armpits seem to be the worst weakness-central yet."

"NOHOHOHOH, I-I REHEHEHEFUSE!"

"Aye, refuse all ye want, Private Haircut." Demo vibrated his finger which resulted in an actual squeal from Soldier. "Even with one eye I can see it all just fine. Tickle tickle tickle! If that helps, ye can see it as a punishment for lyin' about not bein' ticklish."

"IT WAHAHAHASN'T A-!" The rest of the sentence dissolved in the absolutely wild wheeze escaping Soldier. He tried to come back to it a few more times but each time more laughter or wheezing proved to be superior. "GAHAHAHAHAHA! D-DEHEHEHEHEMO- GAHAHA!"

"Idea!" Demo beamed while drilling his thumbs into the center of Soldier's armpits, causing him to spasm. "I stop when ye admit yer ticklish."

"NEHEHEHEHEVER!"

"Whatever ye say, lad." Demo shrugged. "I have a whole day."

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Help, this is the longest one yet, that ain't a drabble :'). Anyway, I'm glad I got to try writing those two's speech because before I had found it quite intimidating, especially Demo's but I think I did ok :}. Didn't help however that at first both sites with Soldier and Demo's lines didn't freaking work.

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters Watching Adventure Time

Cosmere + cartoons requested by anon. :)

Wind and Truth spoilers in the Adolin entry & the Rushu entry!

"Adventure Time" was a cartoon about Finn the Human and Jake the Dog, who went on fun adventures in the postapocalyptic wasteland they called home. It's a great show. Here's how I think Cosmere characters would to watching it!

1. Taravangian and Adrotagia

Taravangian: Princess Buttercup is definitely my favorite character. Taravangian: She's such a great ruler! Adrotagia: ...She does unethical experiments on her citizens all the time. Taravangian: Look, you don't have to convince me--she's ALREADY my favorite!

2. Kaladin

Kaladin: THAT'S what a dog is?? Kaladin: It seems like that dog in Wit's story could have stretched down into the well pretty easily... Kaladin: ...And that he could just shapeshift into a dragon whenever he wanted... Kaladin: ...Flying really wasn't off the table either... Kaladin: ... Kaladin: Wit's stories are truly inscrutable.

3. The Lord Ruler

Lord Ruler: I bet Kelsier NEVER would have been able to rally the people against me had I looked like an adorable penguin instead of a handsome man. Lord Ruler: Truly, Gunter knows more about being evil than I ever will.

4. Adolin and Maya [WIND AND TRUTH SPOILERS!]

Adolin: Storms, I wish MY arm could turn into a sword. Adolin: If I had armor for a leg AND a sword for an arm, I'd definitely be the coolest guy alive. Maya: Is grass really that strong, though? Adolin: Well, it is a fantasy after all.

5. Siri & Vivenna

Siri: Soooo, if you were in Adventure Time, what kind of princess would you be? Vivenna: What? Siri: Like, I think I would be Disco Ball Princess, with an outfit that refracts rainbows whenever light shines on it! Siri: Oooh, or Picnic Princess, and my dress is a picnic blanket and I have a magical basket that always dispenses picnic food! Siri: What about you? Vivenna: Uh.... the Blue Princess, maybe? Siri: Blue? Ha! Vivenna, I love you, but if you ever need an alter ego on another world, please try to come up with a more interesting name than "Blue"! Vivenna: ...I'll keep that in mind.

6. Dalinar & Navani

Dalinar: I feel a...kinship with the Ice King. Dalinar: He lost his memory & started hurting people. Dalinar: It was the other way around for me, but even so. Navani: ...Not all kings need to be an inspiration, gemheart. Dalinar: No, No, I really think I am onto something here.

7. Harmony & Marsh (yes, I'm sure they hang out)

Harmony: I thought I was pretty wild for including giraffes in my remade world. Harmony: But I can't believe I never thought of really small elephants! Harmony: Horses that can stand on balls and say their own names! Harmony: Sentient fire! Marsh: Maybe we shouldn't be watching this...

8. Yumi & Painter

Yumi: I think Marceline is my favorite because she reminds me of you! Painter: Really? I mean, she has a dark aesthetic 'n' all, but she's actually pretty cheerful and dorky! Yumi: [knowing look] Painter: ... Painter: Right.

9. Rushu [WIND AND TRUTH SPOILERS!]

Rushu: First, the Sibling... Rushu: Now BMO... Rushu: Two nonbinary icons? I can't keep winning!

10. Wayne & Marasi

Marasi: Wayne, are you crying?? Wayne: Yeah, a bit I guess. That Jake character just really gets to me, you know? Marasi: ...Because he maintains a relationship with a woman of another species while also getting to go on adventures with his best friend all the time? Wayne: ... Marasi: ... Wayne: ... Marasi: Or is it because you really wish you had stretchy powers? Wayne: I want them SO bad!

[makeitworse]

TONGUE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfell as an angel just to please.

​† fem reader x sub jeongin. corruption kink. sacrilege. blasphemy. religious guilt. teasing & praise. smut (grinding). not proofread. 18+

you always knew he was different from the rest.

soft-spoken. gentle. heart full of devotion, gaze always turned upward, toward the heavens. toward something better than this. unreachable.

until he started looking at you the same way.

“jeong-in,” you whispered his name, mocking the way he used to say yours; so careful, like blasphemy under his breath.

it’s late, far too late for any decisions made to be good ones. but he still found himself before you: stood in the dimly lit hallway outside your dorm, silver cross sitting cold on his skin. his fingers twitched at his sides. he wasn’t sure whether his hands would fold, or perhaps reach out to touch you.

you made a show of dragging your gaze down over his body, flicking back up to meet his eyes. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

he knew he shouldn’t have come.

“i can’t,” he said softly, almost to himself. “this isn’t right. i told myself i wouldn’t…”

your brows furrow, taking notice of how red raw his lips were from biting the skin. you stepped forward, close enough for your chest to brush his— and his breath comes out shallow. he doesn’t budge.

“can’t what?” you asked, tilting your head. “want me?”

jeong-in flinches, but doesn’t deny it.

your fingers reach out for his face, touch ghosting over his jaw. “is that so bad?”

it’d been a singular kiss, tucked away in a dark classroom corridor. for weeks he’d been practically undressing you with his eyes under that timid demeanour— gaze lingering on your curves, chewing on his lip as he stared. shifting in the chair next to yours, slyly readjusting his pants.

you thought you’d do him a favour, ease his repressed feelings. then maybe he could start to feel some peace of mind.

clearly, you’d only opened the gateways of something much more carnal buried in him.

your fingers danced over the cross at his neck. his head tilts away, like he’s trying to will himself to forget it’s there.

“you wear this like it’s going to protect you,” you say lowly. “like you’re not already begging me.”

“i’m not—”

your fingers curl around the chain, tugging him just enough to bring his lips an inch from yours.

“look at you,” you cut in sharply. you feel his breath hitch. “you’re already a sinner, baby. heaven stopped watching when you were thinking of me with your hand between your legs.”

his eyes squeeze shut, as if trying to fight off the memory. you almost scoff in his face: you read him to filth. but it’s not like that was hard to guess.

“didn’t it feel good, honey?” you murmur, hand sliding down his chest, pressing your palm flat over his racing heart. “then it can’t be so bad.”

jeong-in looks up at you then, lips parted, pupils blown wide with something between fear and need.

“tell me with your words, jeong-in.” you coax him, palm lightly reaching around his throat. not a threat— just gentle.

his throat bobbed under your hand. and then, barely over a breath, he whispered: “i want you.”

you smiled. “good boy.”

your foot kicks out to shut the door behind him, a smile tugging at your mouth as it clicks shut.

both of your hands come to caress the sides of his face, gliding over the apple of his cheek. his skin was warm under your touch. jeong-in’s eyes flutter shut with a sigh.

there’s something sweet about how he’s trusting you to ruin him.

your lips come to his, kissing only delicately. he’s pliant with how he kisses back— still reluctant, but practically melting in your grasp by the minute.

you press another quick kiss before pulling away, and jeong-in’s drifting after you, chasing your mouth. it makes you giggle.

it didn’t take much to get under his skin.

you intertwine your fingers with his, leading him to the edge of your bed. you sit him down with a hand on his shoulder.

his eyes dart anywhere in the room but you as you slot yourself between his legs.

“still want this?” you brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

“yes,” he murmurs, voice strained.

“i’ll take care of you, baby,” you coo, fingers creeping over the back of his neck.

you pinch the clasp on his chain, your other hand catching it as it slides free from his chest. jeong-in watches with bated breath as you tuck the cross necklace away under a pillow.

“if you’re quiet, He doesn’t have to know.”

your hands trace his chest slowly, slipping beneath his white-collared shirt. his heart’s drumming under your touch, his breath stuttering with every rake of your nails on his skin.

your other arm reaches out to rest beside him on the mattress, letting you bend to hover your mouth over his. jeong-in’s daring this time, craning his neck up to catch your lips in his.

he’s fervent with his kisses— almost greedy with how he’s practically pulling your tongue into his mouth. you could laugh at his desperation, if it wasn’t getting you hot.

jeong-in gasps down your throat when your palm lands on his crotch. his hips involuntarily jolt forward into your touch.

“there you go,” you hum. “i haven’t even taken anything off yet, and look at you.”

you kiss the corner of his mouth. he whines without thinking.

“please.” he whispers, breathless. “i need…”

you pinch his chin. “i’ll make it better, sweet boy”

your fingers curl under the waistband of his pants, reaching dangerously low. he stifles a noise. you pull the band back, and he jumps as you let it snap back onto his abdomen.

“maybe He’s the one that led you here.”

jeong-in’s eyes flick open—wide, panicked, aroused.

“maybe.. He’s still watching.”

he doesn’t answer. words are beyond him now— breathing fast, watching you with dazed eyes as your knees hike up to either side of him, and you climb into his lap.

jeong-in’s flushed, mouth parted in a shaky moan he can’t suppress quick enough. you can feel him already twitching under the heat of your crotch pressing against his. it makes you snicker.

you softly push him backward to lay on the bed. you steady yourself with a palm flat on his chest, anchoring your weight in your knees before you rock your hips.

jeong-on’s throwing his head back onto the mattress— the prettiest noises falling from his lips. you don’t let up your pace, grinding down on him hard enough to fell the outline of his dick gliding against you.

“you’re a good boy,” you whisper, a hand coming to grab his throat and making his eyes meet yours again. “won’t you let me do anything i want?”

he nods, desperately.

“say it like you mean it.”

“i’ll let you,” he choked out, face contorting with the heat of your cunt rutting against his length. “i’ll… do anything. just— don’t stop,”

“i wouldn’t,” you pant, leaning down to align your face with his. jeong-in catches your mouth with his before you can pull away— his pelvis mindlessly chasing your movements.

he’s shameless with how he’s whining onto your tongue. it’s adorable.

his mouth grimaces, brows pinching together. you can feel just how much his dick is twitching against the layers of fabric. “mmh, God—”

“go on, baby. let Him hear.”

and then he’s undone. your name’s the only one slipping from his mouth between his hurried whines, hands desperately coming to grip onto your thighs, pressing you down impossibly close. and then he cries out— hips stuttering as you feel the warmth of the cum spilling through his pants.

jeong-in’s panting like he scaled a damn mountain. you smile to yourself— it hadn’t taken much effort at all to get him there. but you don’t say it out loud. it’s cute, if anything.

“saying the Lord’s name in vain?” you tsk, soothing him with gentle caresses, drawing over the lines of his face.

jeong-in cracks an eye open at you, too exasperated to say anything in reply. you just smile at him sweetly.

“you can repent next time,” you can’t help yourself to teasing him with another buck of your hips, and you revel in how he winces. “on your knees.”

notes: someth very hot abt the idea of giving up ur devotion & perhaps fate after death just bc u desire *1* person that much…. much to think abt

tags: @lightinbug @sherrayyyyy @ferrarifinnick @namsgyu @riddlerloveb0t @loveesiren @ttturnitup @bcfcpsh

[kawaii-leilei54]

Carnival date

Bf! Kirishima x gf! Reader

Genre: fluff

Inspired by a playlist

You walk through the carnival, hand in hand as he leads you through the crowd to the ferris wheel.

The date has been going well, getting on some rides, Kiri had gotten dizzy in the tea cup and the superman but after some expensive medicine from the gift shop, he was feeling better.

You cheered him on as he gave it his all to win you your favorite sanrio character. And after about 5 rounds, he got it; refusing to give up.

The sun was setting as the bed of water below flowed, waves crashing against the rocks of the beach.

"Come on." He smiles as he leads you to the line.

"It's a pretty sunset, huh?" He says as he looks at the orangish in awe.

"Yeah." You say, noticing how he holds your hand a bit tighter before looking over at you with a bright smile, his eyes disappearing for a moment.

Which you return and swing your hands playfully.

"You know, I'm glad we were able to get time off from the agency to go out, I think after all of this week's chaos we deserve a break." You chuckle dryly.

"Totally, I wish we could do this more often but it's hard with our work schedules." He agrees as you both move through the line.

"But let's..just enjoy this for now." "I am proud of how hard you've been working lately though Kiri, you've been doing great." You admit.

"Yeah?" He says shyly, looking sheepish.

"You're pretty cool yourself y/n, taking on villains like that, and not to mention how manly you look when your 'boss' attitude." He compliments, his face sly.

"Shut up .." you mumble..now shy.

"Oh? Is it bad to compliment you now?" He chuckles. "You're so cute when you're shy."

You cover your face as you start to hear up, now moving closer to the front of the line.

His arms wrap around you as he laughs.

"Got nothing to say now?"

"Quit teasin' me." You mumble.

"Alright alright, come on, it's almost our turn."

And finally you two get on, moving slowly to the top.

"I'll never get tired of this view." He sighs as he looks out the window in awe, the sun now almost gone, the sky a purplish orange and the waves now clashing due to the wind.

"Reminds me of when you first told me you liked me." You say as you reminisce to that night.

You two were in the last year of high school, working internships with the pro heroes, you barely saw each other with how busy things were after the war, there was so much to do.

But kirishima knew...he wouldn't be able to live without talking to you again. Graduation was close and he wanted to keep in touch. But more than anything.. he wanted to be with you.

So the night before graduation.. as everyone was moving out of the dorms and back home, he called you and told you to come outside.

"What's up Kiri?" You ask as you walk up to his nervous and fidgety form.

In your hoody and sweats, you were packing up and getting ready to settle in for the night. Since you didn't live in town you had quite the journey home.

"Y/n, I'll get straight to the point." He says, his face shifting from nervous to serious, a blush on his cheeks.

He sighs to calm himself down before speaking and for some reason, your own heart was racing as you waited in anticipation for what he was going to say next.

"What is it?" You ask, nervousness is obvious in your voice but you try to act oblivious.

"I..."

"Y/n ..I don't want us to loose touch.. we've been friends for a while and I don't want that to change because of our jobs, you mean a lot to me."

"We've been through so much together and it would suck if we just...didn't talk anymore..you know?" He says softly as he looks down at his feet, now shy.

"Yeah, it would.." you mumble, looking away.

You chuckle as you think about this, how naive you two were, just starting out before starting your own careers and becoming pro heroes, right next to your classmates.

And the love of your life.

"Yeah, I guess it does huh?" He chuckles shyly.

The stars were out as you two finally reached the top, getting a good view of everything, you sigh as you take it all in.

"Y/n." He says softly, turning to face you.

"Let's continue growing together, being awesome beside you is something I've grown used to. Sorry." He smiles.

You chuckle and take his hand in yours.

"Yeah, let's do that."

[chaifootsteps]

Hi, I'm the anon who rewrote the Stella and Andrephelus conversation from western energy a while ago ( here https://www.tumblr.com/chaifootsteps/756199473054711808/bit-of-a-quick-rewrite-of-stella-and-andrealphus?source=share ) and I just wanted to send an Alternate Ending I wrote for "Seeing Stars" because the actual ending pissed me off

Stella had been expecting many things when her daughter called her that evening. Talking about how her day with Stolas went, or if they had gone to get her more taxidermy pieces, or something positive. What she wasn’t expecting was her daughter’s voice meekly saying:

“I… I’m sorry. But can… can you please send a driver to pick me up from dad’s? Please…”

No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, the swan jumped into action, ordering her servants to get a car to pick up her daughter, and to make sure she arrived safely. If Octavia was even more upset or there was even the smallest feather out of place when she arrived, heads would roll, quite possibly literally given Stella’s temper. The owlet soon arrived, shaking with emotion and barely concealed tears running down her face.

“What happened, my little star?”

Stella led Octavia inside, instructing the servants to bring her something to eat and drink. It took some time for her daughter to calm down. Stella wasn’t prepared for what her daughter asked her.

“Why… Why does dad love that red dickhead more than he loves me?”

Octavia sounded so broken, like she had been disappointed one too many times. Octavia relayed her day to her mother, Stella growing more and more angry at Stolas for what he did. It was bad enough his affair had gone on for so long, that their daughter knew the Grimoire, her birthright, wouldn’t be at home with her father, but instead given away to the imp he was using.

But then the fact Octavia didn’t know any spells because of her father, and combined with that pathetic man forgetting the day their owlet had been dreaming of since she was a child? Stella nearly called Striker then and there to blow his brains out, but she needed to stay calm, she needed to listen to Andrephelus’ plan for now, lest Octavia end up in an even worse position.

“A-And his Hellhound or daughter I guess said I needed to give dad a break because he was trying, and then she turned around and kicked her own dad? Is it a joke to her? Did she tell me that just to shut me up? So I’d go back to dad? Why did he even need them to come find me?”

Why indeed. Stolas could’ve found Octavia easily since she had the Grimoire all day, he can find it no matter what. For fuck’s sake, he could’ve just called her, even if she didn’t pick up or hung up on him, it would’ve showed he was trying. But, no, Stolas has his head too far up his own rear end, caring more about his little plaything than their daughter.

Octavia was still a child, she still just wanted her father, and Stolas continuously failed her, not only in her lessons, but spending time with her. 

“Did she only do it because dad paid them to find me?”

Now, Octavia could’ve been assuming there, but Stella wouldn’t put it past Stolas. He used his power, money, and status to keep that imp and his company under his thumb. There was a big chance that Stolas had once again paid them to care, like when they had gone to ‘Loo Loo Land’. Originally, Stella blamed that lowly imp as much as her husband, before overhearing one of Stolas’ conversations with the imp.

There was no genuine love there, just Stolas fulfilling some fantasy, in their fucking bed, in their home, around their daughter. And that would just continue, as Octavia had to give the book back to the imp, her father obviously caring more about his power over said imp than the fact their daughter needed to learn her birthright. 

Octavia was seventeen already, and didn’t know any spells. She only knew basic magic, not anything that would help her with being the heir. She would need hours of remedial classes, if they could even get all of it done by her eighteenth birthday, if they even had that much time. Should Andrephelus’ plan work, Stolas would be stripped of title and status by the end of the year.

Not that Stolas cared if Octavia knew the spells or not, his selfishness knew no bounds. He’d rather have spent the either day screaming and fighting with Stella than take one Satan-damned minute to check a calendar. He could’ve told Stella ‘I can’t do this today, it’s a special day for Via.’, but no, that didn’t fit into Stolas’ fantasy. Though of course, you could bet he always had the full moon’s dates memorized, because his own needs were more important.

“Don’t worry, my beautiful, wonderful star.” Stella said softly, wiping Octavia’s tears. “I’ll take care of it.”

That was beautiful, Anon. Thank you so much for writing these.

[sprinklecipher]

AAI Collection Perler Gang

made some AAI-themed perlers in celebration of the AAI Collection release! Templates below the cut ~

the templates above are all original (feel free to use/adapt them however you want)

Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Franziska, and the Judge were adapted from this pixel art template that cronchy_croissant posted on Reddit

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Jesus fucking christ I hate the US south

[mayadoesfandomstuff]

I was just thinking of this, but I'm not really too upset that some Persona characters ended up as cops given that it makes sense for their story and they probably still have a positive view of the police force and any negativity is focused on individual bad actors and any bad group of cops is treated like an anomaly or just based on pure ignorance. Like okay, sure it makes sense for Tatsuya because he wants to be like his brother who's a good detective and it makes sense for Akihiko because the cop he had interacted with were somewhat positive in his life, and for Chie, the bad cop she's met is somewhat relegated as an anomaly in the system and even then was willing to just admit fault even without genuine remorse.

I don't have to agree with it personally to see why it makes sense for their character to head down that path (although I could headcanon they could leave the force after a while or something). I don't have to be happy with it because of my personal politics to understand why it would make sense.

I do, however, still think that how they handled Makoto wanting to be a cop was really really bad.

Compared to other characters, Makoto's motivation with being a cop seems to be with the reverse context of other characters wherein there are individual good cops and small good groups in a rotten system that is difficult to reform. Time and time again, this is proven within Persona 5 and its spin-offs. Her friends are constantly threatened by the government and by extension the police force with only one good cop that actually helps them and even then, Zenkichi, specifically tells her that she should reconsider joining the force because it's such a rotten system.

She knows what they're capable of, she knows how badly her friend was tortured by them, and she knows that so many of them are kiss asses who had constantly blamed minors for crimes they didn't commit because it's convenient for them and politicians and corporations told them to do so.

Her shrugging off these concerns is what makes it so uncomfortable. Her friends constantly say they don't trust the police, one of her friends had been beaten up by them, and she still touts about that she's not changing her mind about being a cop. I know everyone says that it's because her dad is a good cop and she wants to be like him but she only says this maybe in her social link and tangentially brings this up in a conversation with Zenkichi where she doesn't even imply that she understands the the police force is corrupt and just focuses on the specific good cop that she had in her life which is her father.

I'm not even saying that it's impossible to write Makoto as someone who wants to be a cop because her father was a good cop and there are still good cops within the force. Just simply make it that every time that she's asked about this and why she would do this, she tells them that she wants to be the one to "change the system" or "reform the police force" and her insistence in being a police officer wouldn't come off as off-putting as it is in the series. Like genuinely, her just stating it plainly is enough for me to think "Okay, I don't think she could do it and I don't really think this is something I'm happy with but I understand why the character would go that direction."

Instead, it's all possible inference and you really have to extrapolate to get to that conclusion because she never really says anything too directly about how corrupt the police force is or how the bad ones give the good ones a bad name so she just sounds like she's defending the very same police force that tortured her friend and blamed her and the rest of them for crimes they didn't commit despite all of them being minors. It's absurd.

[bangcakes]

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[tonycries]

Girl, I Do This Often

Synopsis. How does he cope with a séx ban? He doesn’t.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, rough séx, unprotected, stuff with pantíes, gaggíng, bréeding, Nanami is a bit mean, overstím, finger suckíng, really desperate boys, light smackíng (Nanami), bondagé + víbrators (Geto), swearing.

Word count. 5.2k

A/N. Guess what, ya girl just turned 19 yippeeeee.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 days

On the first day, Toji’s more amused than anything.

A sex ban? With him? Ridiculous, he predicted a full 24 hours before you come crawling back, just begging to be split-apart on his cock. And he tells you so, too - a little over five times as he kisses your pouty lips, muttering a smug, “You’ll be eating your words soon enough, doll.”

By the third day, he’s beginning to think that okay, maybe you were serious about the ban after all. How cute - real cute. 

He’s left to do nothing but complain pathetically on the phone to a very reluctant Shiu. Who doesn’t have much to say other than cut off Toji’s ramblings about “not having your pretty pussy all day” to groan, “Shut the fuck up and beg for her forgiveness. I’m hanging up.”

Toji can only scoff at the thought. Beg for forgiveness? Him? Toji Fushiguro never begs, he never-

That was until the fourth day. 

With you - bent over the kitchen counter in his t-shirt - and nothing but his t-shirt.

“Please, pretty.” Toji drags his lips down your neck, just loving the way your traitorous hips are grinding back into his. “Said m’sorry, right? Don’t ya miss this?”

And you can only look behind your shoulder at the big arms around your waist, muscled thighs pressed up against yours. Angling your head just right to catch the way his hands snake down to your squirming hips to help you draw slow little circles against the rock-hard erection straining against his pants.

So close. So big.

Big enough that you’re almost thinking of throwing this sec ban out of the window altogether - almost.

But that little smirk of Toji’s is infuriating enough that you’re gasping out a breathless little, “I-I’m still mad at you, y’know? You never let me-” The words die in your throat as Toji pulls his pants down just enough for his aching cock to spring free. So angry and painfully hard, leaking hot precum all over your thighs. 

“No no no- hah. Keep talking.” he grits out, breath hot against your ear. Hips pushing and pulling. “Please- keep talking.”

And fuck you didn’t know what was harder - trying to find your voice, or ripping your eyes away from Toji’s cock long enough that you could. 

“B-because you-” you choke out, watching the way he takes his massive cock in his hands. Staring to pump so slow - so lazy - no rhythm or reason other than getting off so filthily to the sound of your voice. “You never let me take-” He wraps your smaller hands around his dick, so hot and heavy in your palms. “-charge.”

“F-fuck-” Toji lets out a low hiss, head thrown back as you thumb teasingly under his sensitive slit, trying to fuck something delicious out. “Yer killin’ me doll. Killing me.” Whether from your words or from the way you’re sliding him so lewdly between your puffy folds, you didn’t know. 

And Toji didn’t either. Hell, he doesn’t even seem to be breathing as he shifts his toned hips so familiarly. Head filled with only you and your heavenly cunt and you. 

“Toji-” you mewl. “Need you so bad.”

If he was any lesser man, Toji would’ve just bullied himself into your dripping cunt already, fucked you into the counter until there was nothing about any sex ban in your pretty lil’ mind. Instead, he’s panting out an absolutely wrecked, “Please. Then take all the charge you want, pretty.”  Fat head lining up with your sloppy hole. “Next time.”

And oh has it really been that long?

Because Toji’s just barely pushing into your plushy walls, and he already feels like he could cum right then and there. The stretch too sinful. Your walls too tight. So cute how you’re already mumbling his name so deliriously. 

“Awww,” he coos, watching awe-struck at the way you flatten your hands on the counter, fucking yourself back into him in short, shallow little grinds. “The s-sex ban was for ah- nothing, huh?”

You’re pulling him impossibly closer by the hair, catching his lips in such a searing kiss. Drinking in Toji’s guttural grunt as you bite down on his lower lip, “Are ya gonna sh-shut up n’ fuck me or do I need ngh- another sex ban?”

“No, ma’am.” he grins, kissing back so mockingly soft. And you know he’s making fun of you with the way he’s twitching so wildly inside your pussy. Veins dragging against all the right spots as he reels his hips back, back, back - only to slam his cock fully inside. “Guess you’re the one mm- in charge right now, huh?”

Over and over again. Fucking you exactly the way he’s wanted these past four days - and then some. 

Hitting your cervix - but it feels like your fucking lungs. Heavy balls smacking against your ass, so hard that he’s sure it’ll leave some obscene marks for him to point out next time. One hand around your throat, the other keeping your slutty, trembling hips in place while you’re torn between running away and bucking back for more more more-

“Right here.”

It’s all you can do to whirl your head around, eyes glassy and unfocused, whining a broken, “Wh-what?” 

“Right…” Trailing down, featherlight, right where he knew he was wrecking your insides. “Here. S’where I belong.” Pressing hard. “N’ m’gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 1 week

A week. One week of being patient with your silly idea to “spice things up”. One week of pretending like he wasn’t excusing himself during important meetings to have his cock in his hands - thinking of nothing but you and that sinful little dress you had on today.

One week was all it took for Nanami to have a bad day at work. And you could tell when he did. 

By the way that front door slammed, unfamiliarly harsh footsteps sounding against the hardwood floors. And all it takes is one look at you laid out so prettily on the couch and Nanami’s mouth drops into a soft oh! 

One hand immediately loosening his tie, the other snaking down to his belt. Ashen, tense, - and you have half the mind to wonder whether he’s even breathing. 

Not even looking at you as he mutters a low, “Panties off. Spread those legs.”

That was a few hours ago. 

Before you knew it, your husband had you splayed out like such a slut for him on the couch - too starved to even think about making it to the bed. Legs on his sculpted shoulders, panties in tatters on the floor because you were taking too fucking long. Cock so angry and sensitive as he bullies into your snug cunt, stuffing you full of his cum.

Again. And again and again like he wanted to fuck any and every thought of that stupid sex ban out of your delirious mind. 

“K-Kento- what-” he pulls you into a bruising kiss. Just a sloppy clash of teeth and spit and hands everywhere. “You’re ngh- different.”

At this, Nanami has the audacity to laugh - laugh. Hips snapping impossibly deeper, “Yeah? N’ who’s fault is hah- that? Who’s fault is it th-that we ended hngh- up like-” Pushing your knees all the way up to your tits, groaning at the mess of cum and slick pooling beneath you. “-this?”

Cock just ramming into you, prominent veins nudging against your gummy walls so agonizingly. The couch creaking in protest as he uses your pretty lil’ cunt exactly the way he’s been fantasizing this past week.

And when all you can do is let out delirious little moans in response, Nanami raises his hand up, up, up. Coming down on your ass, hard. 

Smack!

“Didn’t you know we’d end up here?”

Oh the words hit you harder than that large palm-print stinging your ass. Tight pussy clenching and trying to milk the fucking soul out of him as you sob, “I- I didn’t-” Smack! You’re jolting at the impact, hips bucking wildly as you gasp, “-I did! Wanted this so bad, Kento. I did I did-”

And yeah, Nanami knew that. He knew you’d pulled this little “sex ban” stunt to make him break - to have him fuck you like the slut you are. But hearing the words from your pretty mouth had his balls squeezing so painfully. 

“Knew it.” he manages to grit out. “Knew you were such a slut, my love.” Words strained with each harsh thrust, “N’ as my slut, y-you can ngh- take one more, right?” You keen at how soft his tone was, like he was whispering sweet little nothings to you instead of promises to absolutely break you. Fingers trailing down to draw lewd patterns on your throbbing clit, “Right?”

And as if to prove you could, he’s squeezing his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. Faster. Unforgiving. Fat, leaking tip hitting all those sweet spots he’s mapped out, in time with his abuse on your clit.

“Didn’t hah- have to lock myself in my office for nothing, right?” Pulling your trembling hips flush against his toned ones, “Have to get by with j-just a pretty picture this week for nothing?” Hips out of control now. Bruising. Almost painful with the stretch and the sheer pressure of being so full. “S’all for this, right?”

Smack! 

“Oh God, Kento- Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he nips at your lower lip, “Good enough to fuck- take another one?”

You were sure if he came once more then it might just be the death of you.

You’re not even lucid enough to realize what reaction you’re giving him - all you know is that it isn’t good enough for Nanami. 

Because he lets out a tut, hand dancing across your stomach to where he knew he was absolutely making a mess of you inside. 

“Fine.” And something about the way he says it makes your heart stop, already knowing that it didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt. “Guess I hafta ngh- help you.” Sure enough, Nanami wastes no time before pushing down on your abdomen. 

The both of you watch - awe-struck and speechless - as your overfilled pussy gushes all around him. 

And shit neither of you can even begin to think of what a bitch it’ll be to clean out this couch later on. Too caught up in the way you’re soaking Nanami’s merciless cock in that sinful mix of cum and slick. Thick, and hot, drooling down the side of your puffy folds. 

“See? Enough space, no?”

You raise your eyes, teary and hazy with lust, up to meet Nanami’s darkened ones and oh-

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

Especially not when he leans down, whispering so raggedly in your ear, “Now I get to give ya another week’s worth more, right?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9 days

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

You didn’t know how it ended up this way. How that stupid bet about who’d be the needier one made Geto the one with the sex ban. 

How he had you tied across from him so prettily on the bed, a bullet vibrator stuffed up your dripping cunt, unable to do anything but whine and watch as he spreads his bare, muscled thighs.

Tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching those panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. So angry and leaking all over his fist as one hand slides up, up, up. The other, fiddling with that tiny metal remote. 

“You’re drooling, gorgeous. So desperate, huh?”

You know you aren’t - but you can’t help the way your face burns at your boyfriend’s low chuckle. Thighs squeezing together at the heavenly sight before you. “N-no fair, Sugu.” you whine. “I want to-”

Intensity setting 2.

But whatever words get stuck in your throat as Geto draws harsh, quick little circles on the intensity setting, smirking at the way you’re so wrecked already. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

“I-I want to-” he mocks your pathetic little whines, acting for all the life of him that they didn’t make his dick twitch so wildly in his hands. “My poor baby. S’not nice, right?” And if you were embarrassed before then it was absolutely nothing in comparison to when Geto knits his brows in mock concern, eyes locked on yours. Hand still moving down his cock, “But isn’t this what you wanted? With the sex ban? Isn’t this-” Hips bucking up to show off how sloppily he’s fucking his fist - and your panties along with it, “-what you were asking for?”

“No.” you’re tugging at the ties at your wrist, “I wanted…”

Intensity setting 3. 

But oh it’s like Geto was well and fully intent on leaving you speechless - and succeeding at it too. 

Because he immediately brings up your panties - flimsy and just so soaked - up to his face, breathing in so filthily. And as if he couldn’t help himself - as if he didn’t want to help himself - the remote falls out of Geto’s hand, “accidentally” locked on the highest setting, first wrapping around his cock to make a mess of himself. 

“F-fuck-” he cracks one eye open, balls squeezing so painfully at the way you were almost in tears trying to get some semblance of friction. “Heh, looks like I’m winning the bet.”

You scoff, but it comes out so pathetically like a whine. “You’re a cheater, I’d have w-won this bet otherwise.”

Ah, how Geto loved your smart mouth - though, he probably loved it even more when you’re fucked dumb. But, right now, bet at the forefront of his mind, the next best thing he could do is shove those sinful panties into your mouth. 

Hand flying up and down his cock faster and faster as you choke like such a slut on it. Greedily eyeing the way your lip wobbles, big fat tears welling up in your eyes, cunt all glistening and quivering as Geto blindly reaches behind to grab ahold of that remote again. 

Intensity setting 4. 

“And you’re too cute.” he drops his head, breath ghosting your lips. “So if you ask me nicely I might just-” Thumb playing around with the intensity, pressing down, hard. As if it would translate to your needy cunt, “-give you my cock, gorgeous.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

It’s all you can do to keen as his fingers get faster on the remote, other hand getting so sloppy on his painfully hard cock. Matching that sinful little ah! ah! ah! leaving your swollen lips. Sinful - and stubborn, still refusing to say those words that you knew Geto wanted to hear so badly. 

“Awww, still not giving up?” At your delirious little headshake, “Then how about this?” 

Intensity setting 5. 

And shit it makes you arch off the bed entirely. It makes you let out a strangled yelp of, “Oh- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Sugu, m’gonna-” It makes you cum.

“Tha’s it.” Geto can’t help but let go of his aching cock to draw rough, messy little circles on your clit. Grinning at the way you’re so pretty when you cum untouched - all for him. Over and over and- He reaches over to catch your lips with his, tongue dancing with yours, around your soaked panties. 

So filthy and dizzying that he almost forgets about that bet - almost. Because you’re murmuring something so incoherent into his lips. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

God, doesn’t matter who wins next time - he needs to fucking do this again.

“What’s that?” he leans in tauntingly, pulling the fabric out of your mouth, finger still running circles around the intensity. Absolutely addicted to the way you’re twitching and whining at the aftershocks of your orgasm, “M’sorry, gorgeous, this vibrator is too loud. Speak up f’me, hm?”

“P-please fuck me, Sugu.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 21 hours

If Choso had it his way, then you’d both still be at home and he’d be balls-deep inside your sloppy pussy - fucking you over and over into the mattress until the neighbours file another noise complaint. 

But, alas, Jin Itadori was sure to hire a hitman - or worse, Sukuna - on him if he missed another family dinner. Which is how it ended up with you, sat so prettily across the table from him, watching through his long lashes at the way that red dress hugged you so sinfully. 

So right, in a way that made Choso almost jealous. So irresistibly, in a way that had Sukuna looking over a few too many times and-

Choso’s chair almost hits the floor with how fast he stands.

Fuck it.

“Sh-shit, Choso I-” 

“Keep ah- that dress up, baby. Unless ya wanna get it d-dirty.” he’s panting into your open mouth,  tongue so hotly toying with yours as he gives you another harsh thrust. “Though, I don’t ngh- mind.”

And he was telling the truth, too. Choso was in no way gentle with the way he had you sat on the bathroom counter, flimsy dress bunched up at your hips. Strong arms spreading your legs so shamefully while he bullied his cock into you with reckless abandon.

Over and over and-

“Cho!” you yelp, as he hits that one spot so expertly. Flashing you a fucked-out grin as how you’re scrambling to cover your mouth. “Th-they’ll hear.”

“So?”

And it’s all you can do to stop your jaw from falling slack once more - both in disbelief and at the way he’s fucking you so mean. So desperately like he hasn’t in months - years, even. Just unfocused, sloppy movements to milk his cock on your snug cunt.

“I don’t mind hah- that either.” Hand dipping underneath your soaked panties - just lazily pulled to the side - to roll your swollen clit between two fingers. “W-what I do mind is my oh- fuck girl holdin’ out on me and wearing that fucking dress on the s-same day.”

Oh you knew you were pushing the limits of your sex ban by wearing his favorite dress, that it would drive him absolutely wild. You just didn’t know it would be this easy.

“But you promised.” you’re letting out such broken little whines, muffled through your fingers, ones that go straight to Choso’s achingly hard cock. “You hngh- promised we wouldn’t at your family’s…”

The only response you get is Choso rolling his hips deeper into yours, so bruising in a way you knew would make you feel so guilty even when all the marks are covered up. Leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck in time with the way he alternates between hitting your poor, abused cervix and that one spot. 

Gasping out a ragged, “I know- I know I know fuck- Hah- I know.” Words strained - like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each thrust. And needed you to be the same. “But shit, baby. Do you know how p-pretty you look right now? Hngh- how fuckable?”

“Y-you’re so fuckin’ dirty.” you mewl, as if you were any better. As if your gummy walls weren’t sucking the fuckin soul out of Choso right now. “Should’ve made the ngh- sex ban even long-”

He bites down at the soft crook of your neck, growling out a little, “Don’t even joke about that.” 

And if Choso expected a response, then he didn’t act that way. 

Hips just erratic against yours, fingers even worse. Not even moving in circles anymore, just messy, sloppy patterns to-

No. 

You gasp at the realization, the deft movements of Choso’s fingers, and it just makes you all the more fucked-out underneath him. Scrambling to grab at the counter - Choso’s hair - his shoulders - just anything and everything to stop yourself from alerting the entire household to what you two were up to. Letting him fuck you like his favorite sextoy, fingers so so messy and spelling out a relentless little C-H-O-S-O-C-H-O-S-

And then you’re cumming and cumming so hard that it almost hurts. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your eyes. Choso’s massive cock fucking any and every thought of the dinner just downstairs out of your mind. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck- ngh- we’re never coming back here for dinner again.”

And it’s all you can do to drag your nails down his broad back, leaving deep red marks that make his balls squeeze so painfully. 

It makes him throw his head back, gasping out your name so loud. It makes him pull your hips so bruisingly against his. 

It makes him cum, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. So messy with the way it’s too much to bear, dribbling down your swollen folds, forming a lewd little pool below you. And Choso doesn’t give a fuck - doesn’t care if he leaves marks that everyone will see. Or if that slutty dress of yours has a suspicious little damp patch as he swiftly pulls out to snap your panties back in place. 

Whispering lowly against your lips, “K-keep it in till we leave, hm?”

“Cho-”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“The fuck? You brats fall in or something?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2 days

The great Ryomen Sukuna has always been terrifying - but never before has he been this ruthless. So utterly savage. Destroying every single curse he comes across in the blink of an eye - friend or foe, big or small. 

Why? All because he hasn’t been able to fuck your pretty lil’ cunt in two days. Which, in his opinion, are two days too long. All because of some stupid little experiment about wanting to see how long it would take to see the king of curses crack.

And when those trembling curses heard about this ah- sex ban through the grapevine, well, they wrote it off as another baseless rumor. Ha, Ryomen Sukuna cracking? Never. 

“Please…brat.” he bites down on your earlobe, further pushing up your expensive robes - ones he’d bought just to get on your good side - to sink his cock deeper inside your heavenly cunt. “There I said it. Now jus’ a bit more-”

And maybe you’re a mastermind - maybe you’re an idiot. Because you’re digging your heels into the mattress, pushing off ever-so-slightly from his aching hard cock. So thick and angry as it slips out of your sloppy hole. 

You bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at a pissed off Sukuna, “I didn’t like your tone.” Crossing your legs to cover that view he was so fixated on, “Either you beg n’ start all over again or-”

“Fine.” he grits out the word, like it physically hurt to. Though, nothing for what falls from his lips next, “Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please.”

There you had it. And you can’t help but smirk, “Well, I liked that one-”

Nothing more is said - in Sukuna’s eyes, nothing more has to be said. Because he’s got his favorite lil’ human all needy and spread so shamefully in front of him, what more could he want? Sukuna grabs your ankles, pulling you to him like a ragdoll. Wasting no time before he’s splitting you apart on his rock-hard cock.

“Ya don’t hah- know how many curses I killed these past two days.” he kisses your ankles so softly. “How many I wanted to kill.”

And God, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it’s like he wanted to kill you with the way Sukuna barely even gives you time to adjust. Stuffing you full of his cock, so hot and thumping against your gummy walls in a maddening little bump! bump! bump! 

Letting out a strangled moan of, “There you go.” Brows scrunching together, looking wrecked already as he rocks his hips into yours - fast. Hard. hands coming up underneath your ass to arch you deeper into him, “Squeezin’ me so- tight. Heh, almost ”

“Oh hngh- ‘Kuna!” you moan, eyes snapping down to the way your cunt was taking him up so good. Puffy folds bulging around his massive cock, looking like they were sucking the fucking soul out of Sukuna as his massive cock disappears in and out in and out in and- “S’too- much-”

“Shut up.” he drops his head, one hand so bruising all over your body - groping your ass, your tits, playing with your throbbing clit. “Ya wanted hah- me to talk, right? And I say-” The other, squeezing your cheeks together into a pathetic lil’ pout, “Open up.”

It’s so embarrassing the way you can’t do anything but let your mouth fall open so sluttily, tongue lolling out just in time to catch the stream of saliva as Sukuna spits once. Twice. 

So filthy with the way he lets it splatter against the corner of your mouth - on purpose. 

“Wanted the king to beg, huh?” Each word is punctuated by such a harsh thrust, twitching balls stinging against your ass. “Well you got it. H-how does it feel, huh?”

And you couldn’t speak up even if you wanted to. Sukuna’s hand too tight around your face, cock too merciless. Slamming his hips down faster and faster as he runs his mouth, like he was taking revenge for the last two days. Again. And again. And again and again-

Grinning at your delirious little gurgles, “Heh, what? Can’t talk?” 

And as if to prove his point, Sukuna loops two big arms around your waist, falling back on his knees with you sat like such a slut on his cock. Fingers lacing above your head to sink you impossibly deeper and deeper-

“Oh my god- K-” Your breath hitches as he fucks up into you so easily. Feeling more and more like some plaything with each ripple of his muscles underneath your legs. So hard you were sure it would leave marks - both confirming and condemning those rumors you knew have been flying around. His balls on your ass, thighs underneath yours, nails dragging lightly down your skin. 

Resting on your waist, holding your quivering hips still as he grunts, “Now shut up. M’gonna get my fill of the last two days.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 4 hours

To the great Gojo Satoru, this droning, 4-hour meeting with the elders was a nightmare. To you, it was exactly where you wanted him

It wasn’t often that the strongest was tense - jittery, even, like he was about to jump out of his seat at any given moment. But, really, it was almost impossible not to, considering that stern talking-to you’d given him about “no sneaking out during meetings.” Especially when you’re sat across from him looking so beautifully unbothered.

Your smile too pretty, your uniform unbuttoned just enough that it gave him such a heavenly view when you bent over just so.  

Oh, how Gojo wishes he could just-

And that was when he felt it. 

That slow, slight touch up his inner thigh - so fleeting and light that he almost thinks he’s imagining it. But, no, Gojo could never mistake any touch from you. 

It sends his entire skin burning to catch your eye ever-so-briefly from across the table. A tiny smirk gracing those pretty lips as your heel inches up, up, up-

“Gojo, do you have anything to comment on the recent increase in curse sightings?”

He stifles a groan underneath one palm, the other snaking under the table just in time to catch your ankle before you can carefully slip away. “I think…” he manages to grit out, heady gaze flitting over to yours, “-that is a question my lovely wife and I must discuss first.”

Oh? 

And then, your back is hitting a plush mattress before you know it - long before the realization hits you that this bastard just fucking teleported the two of you to your bedroom. 

“T-Toru-” you sputter out, whatever reprimand getting stuck in your throat at how desperate Gojo was acting. Your uniform buttons hitting the floor as he rips open your shirt, hands bunching up your skirt, only having enough patience to just pull aside your soaked panties, rolling your pretty clit between two fingers. Needy. “The meeting-”

“The meeting isn’t here now, right?” 

Words so hoarse it takes you a moment to recognize it as your husband’s. You were only beginning to wonder just what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into when Gojo tugs down his pants just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free.

And oh then it makes sense. Because Gojo was so hard that it looked painful - so so red, and angry. Soaked in enough precum that it made a damp little patch on his trousers, heavy balls twitching at the mere sound of your voice.

“D-didn’t I say no sneaking out this time, Toru?” You buck into his touch, despite your words, eyes locked on the way Gojo stops toying with your clit to pool your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips.

“You did.” Raising his long, glossy fingers to those pretty pink lips, “But this is teleporting, not sneaking out, sweetheart.”

Gojo’s like a man possessed as he pops your slick-covered fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sinful taste. 

Gasping out a wet, “Fuck the ban. Can’t go without ya. Can’t-” One hand sliding his fat tip between your swollen folds, up and down up and down - spreading them apart, just barely dipping into your sloppy entrance. “-can’t live without this pretty cunt.”

And then it’s like something snaps - Gojo’s patience, his sanity, the last of his restraint as he sinks his throbbing cock into your plushy walls. 

Pushing past that first, tight ring of muscle, and at the first feeling of your gummy walls milking his cock, he pants out a strained, “Fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck, yer the stuff of dreams, my girl. This cunt- ngh-” Pushing your legs further apart, fingers back on your clit “-would’ve fucked this cunt right in ah- front of those old toads. But, you’re lucky I’m a jealous man.”

“Oh- oh my god, s’too- too- big!”

God, you needed to spread your legs more - as if they weren’t being folded apart so easily by a delirious Gojo - maybe breathe, try to relax because Gojo was so big. And so unforgiving. 

Feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs as he thrusts in quick, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside your snug cunt. Jagged - like he was fighting with some absolutely, depraved, feral part of himself. 

You can feel the way your hips are torn between pushing away and grinding back down for more more more- And Gojo can, too.

“No-” he hisses. Brows scrunching in frustration, hips becoming more and more sloppy - frenzied. “No no no no no- hold on, sweetheart. Need this, need this so bad.”

Going faster. 

Deeper. 

You sob, ankles locking around his slutty waist. “B-but Toru-” You make a feeble last attempt at regaining your sanity. Your entire body jolting as Gojo presses so hard on your clit. “-we should ngh- hurry up. W-we’ll be late to the meeting-”

But does it really matter? Gojo doesn’t think so, not when he finally bottoms out in one, rough thrust. Groaning as his sensitive balls smack your ass.

Your cunt so slutty and tight - sucking him up so good despite your cute lil’ pleas about something stupid like “responsibilities”. 

So he really can’t help the way he wastes no time before reeling his hips back - all the way till his weeping tip is just kissing your sloppy hole. Before fucking into you completely - rough. Unrestrained. The same way he imagined taking you on that meeting room table. Over and over and-

“Not yet.” he grins against your lips, “We’re not done discussing the recent increase in curse sightings.”

A/N. Gojo’s came out toooo long I don’t even like this man fr (loud incorrect buzzer).

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