#speed reader

[lanechester]

One of my favourite little pilot details will always be Clark's eyes darting across his computer screen

[honysoytquimalpence]

sprint reader browser extension is hella fun

[wttcsms]

reader who is flat broke and left to raise your younger brother. you’re pretty and resourceful, so you go on hinge, get guys to take you out on a nice first date dinner to get a free meal for you, and as you’re packing up the to-go box to take home to your brother (what second grader gets filet mignon for breakfast on saturday morning?), you say goodnight and ghost the guy. it’s nothing personal. you choose guys who are kinda sleazy and seem obnoxious so it lessens the guilt of using them. and it’s always a one time thing.

except then you match with a guy named kuroo, and he’s the best date you’ve ever gone on. you don’t ever want the night to end, but as you’re packing up your leftovers for your brother, you know that you’re not out looking for love. you’re only going to continue this little “scheme” of getting free dinners until you get a real job. so when you tell kuroo good night, you promptly unmatch with him and block his number from your phone. it was a good night, honestly. he’s funny and not at all sleazy like you thought he was going to be. too bad you have to ghost him.

the era of you not having to use men for free food might be coming soon!! you have a job lined up and you’ve made it to the final round of interviews; three different rounds of interview panels back to back. when you ace the first two, you’re more than excited to open the door to see who’ll be greeting you last.

your smile almost fades.

sitting in an office with a nice view of the city is kuroo. who, if you get the job, will be your direct manager. and that’s a strong if, because he definitely remembers you ghosting him.

(after all, it’s only been two days since your date. yikes)

[soupdweller]

Embrace the Abyss

Oneshot Ao3 Link

Insomnia is an unfortunate truth of your everyday life, until one night you are visited by a nightmarish entity that disrupts the status quo. Fear renders you immobile over the course of several nights, as you learn of the creature's true nature, as well as your own.

sleep paralysis demon!moon x reader

warnings: strong descriptions of fear and terror word count: 3820

[gpcwsl]

Leah and others are speeding because they're late to training, reader is police officer and stops her. Reader is a no nonsense officer and seems serious and intimidating, has many tattoos and is built. Whatever you want after that 🫶🏽

Leah Williamson x Cop!Reader

Speeding

WC: 783

MasterList

Warnings: Strong Language, Reckless Driving, Law Enforcement Interaction, Flirting with Authority Figures, Mentions of Kinks, Mild Betrayal, Humor & Shenanigans, short?

Song: Playing Dangerous - Blue Shore

Leah Williamson was already having a terrible morning.

Her alarm hadn’t gone off (or maybe she just slept through it, but she refused to take the blame for that). Alessia had been knocking on her door for what felt like hours, yelling about how they were already late. Kyra was waiting outside, arms crossed, looking like she was deciding whether to kill Leah or just let Rénne Slegers do it.

And now? Now she was speeding down the road, foot pressed a little too hard on the accelerator, because if they were late, they were dead.

“Leah, slow down!” Alessia snapped, gripping the handle above the door like her life depended on it.

“Yeah, mate, I’d rather be late than in a ditch,” Kyra added, bracing against the dashboard.

Leah scoffed. “We’re already late. I’m just trying to get us there before Rénne decides we’re bench material for the next five years.”

What she didn’t notice—because she was too busy being stubborn—was the police car parked on the side of the road. The blue and red lights flashed to life the second she sped past, and Leah’s stomach sank.

“Are you serious?” Alessia groaned.

“You absolute idiot,” Kyra muttered, sinking into her seat.

“Maybe they’re not pulling me over,” Leah said, but as soon as she did, the sirens blared.

“Pull. Over. Now,” Alessia ordered.

Leah let out the longest groan of her life, slamming her palm against the steering wheel as she slowed down and pulled onto the side of the road. She didn’t look at Kyra or Alessia, but she could feel their judgment.

“You’re so dumb,” Kyra said under her breath.

A firm knock on the driver’s side window made Leah jump.

“Roll it down,” came a voice—stern, no-nonsense.

Leah turned her head, and—okay, well, this was unexpected.

The officer standing outside was… intimidating, to say the least. Your arms were crossed, muscles straining against the sleeves of your uniform.

The tattoos covering your forearms were the kind that told stories—intricate designs Leah wanted to trace just to see where they led. Your sharp gaze flickered from her to the rest of the car’s occupants, and for a moment, Leah forgot she was in trouble.

“Window,” you repeated.

Leah scrambled to roll it down. “Good morning, officer,” she said, flashing a hopeful smile.

“Licence and registration,” you deadpanned.

Leah swallowed. “Uh, yeah, one sec.” She fumbled around for her wallet while Alessia and Kyra sat in complete silence, staring straight ahead like they wanted no part in this.

As Leah handed over her ID, she swore she saw the corner of your lip twitch, just slightly, before you schooled your expression back into something unreadable. You looked down at her licence, then back at her.

“You in a hurry, Miss Williamson?”

Leah cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. We’re late for training.”

“You do realise speeding isn’t going to make that better?”

“I do now,” Leah muttered.

You sighed, glancing over at Kyra and Alessia. “And you two?”

“Oh, we told her to slow down,” Kyra said immediately.

“Multiple times,” Alessia added.

Leah shot them a betrayed look. “Wow, thanks for the support.”

You handed her ID back. “I should be writing you a ticket.”

Leah winced. “But…?”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “But I’m giving you a warning. No ticket. This time.”

Leah blinked. “Oh. Wow. Thanks, officer.”

You didn’t reply, just gave her one last look—one that sent an annoying shiver down her spine—before turning on your heel and walking back to your car. Leah sat frozen for a second, watching the way your uniform pulled against your back as you walked away.

When you got into your cruiser and Leah was sure you weren’t about to change your mind, she started the car again and pulled back onto the road.

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“She was so hot,” Leah blurted.

Alessia groaned. “Leah—”

“I mean, did you see her? The tattoos? The arms? The voice? I think I just developed a cop kink.”

Kyra gagged. “Oh my god, please shut up.”

“She could’ve arrested me, and I would’ve thanked her,” Leah continued, eyes still wide, voice filled with far too much admiration.

“Leah,” Alessia warned.

“I would’ve asked her to frisk me.”

“I’m jumping out of the car,” Kyra announced.

“I’m so serious,” Leah went on. “I might start speeding in this area on purpose.”

Alessia shot her a glare. “You do that, and I’m telling Rénne.”

Leah gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Oh, I would.”

Leah sighed dramatically, finally falling silent.

For a moment, there was peace.

Then, under her breath—

“Bet she looks good in handcuffs.”

“Leah!”

[zephyrchama]

Leviathan took a deep breath. He had always wanted to try this. It was silly, and a stupid idea, and if anybody outside of his close circle found out about it he'd probably perish on the spot from embarrassment. But it looked so fun. What otaku wouldn't want to try this at least once in their life?

He had been ready and in position for an hour. In fact, Leviathan didn't sleep at all last night. He pulled an all-nighter watching season five of Welcome to Human School! and decided to recreate this classic cliche in a rare act of spontaneity after seeing it play out on TV for the ten thousandth time.

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up with him, exacerbated by nerves and an early morning chill that caused his shoulders to shake, but he would not give up. He had to know what it was like. Leviathan leaned his head against the House of Lamentation's stone exterior. He refreshed his Devilgram feed for the tenth time and fiddled with the lowest button on his shirt while standing in wait. It was important that his appearance looked slovenly, like this was spontaneous and he had to rush to get dressed. The details had to be perfect.

Noise began to stir around the corner. Leviathan rushed to shove his phone into a pocket and stuffed his mouth with slightly stale buttered bread. It was go time.

Several dozen feet away, you emerged from the house. You paused in the doorway, checking to ensure last night's homework was in your bag and not still on the desk in your room. You had to be at school quite early and wouldn't have time before class to come back if you forgot something. Luckily, all was fine. The heavy door swung shut behind you. As you began to walk down the cobbled steps, something caught your eye. Something big and fast in a RAD uniform, speeding at you and screaming.

Leviathan was not actually screaming. He was just shouting, "I'm late! I'm late!" over and over through a wad of carbs. You didn't have much time to process that fact before he slammed into you like an amateur sumo wrestler.

You shrieked. Leviathan shrieked. The two of you tumbled down the stone steps in a mass of confusion until you landed on top of the nerdy demon like another cliche anime trope. However, Leviathan had no time to celebrate this weeby double whammy. He grabbed your head in a panic and coughed out a gross mouthful of bread to ask, "A-are you okay!?"

Your sturdy uniform and the purple haired demon had luckily protected you from the worst. Leviathan released your face and hovered his hands by your sides as you felt around for bruises, trying to get your bearings. He let out a pained groan when you accidentally elbowed him in the stomach while trying to stand up.

The surroundings were calm. No sign of danger. You scrambled to pick up your bag and exclaimed, "What was that!?"

"I... I'm late for school." That was Leviathan's explanation. He couldn't confess any further. This was not the romantic comedy scenario he envisioned. His mouth was dry. Class didn't even start for another two hours. He realized now what a dumb plan this truly was. As he lay on the hard ground, he sort of wished it would open up and swallow him whole, but your outstretched hand of kindness was a nice consolation.

[lologoinsolo]

Part 6, Part 7

Cats and Their Men Masterlist

“ACHOO!”

You sneeze hard enough your ears ring. Sinuses have been acting up ever since the weather went from cold to hot in a matter of days. It’s been muggy and warm and bending over the grooming tubs is not helping that headache of yours. You’d call out if you didn’t need the money. You sneeze one more time, the husky in the tub tilts its wet head and then flicks off the water.

“Aw, Princess, no!” Covering your face from the splatter of water, your smock soaked with wet hair now. Princess barks happily and wags her tail. Sighing loudly before drying her off as best as you can with a towel to let her sit in the kennel’s blow dryer for a bit. You take a seat near one of the grooming tables, rubbing your temples of the ever increasing headache you’ve got. Getting sick does you no favors and when you get sick, you get sick badly.

“Hey, girlie,” one of the other bathers come around. She pats at your back, “you doing okay?” Marlisa’s, a short woman of Mexican heritage with long, black hair, she’s older than you by ten yours but runs absolute circles around you. You wish you had her energy right now. “You look tired,” before you can make mention of a headache she places a hand over your forehead, “and warm too.”

“That’s new,” pulling back, you touch your own face, patting away at your cheeks and you do feel warm. “I’m,” covering your nose as you sneeze into your elbow, “I’m fine.”

“Nah,” she snorts, grabs a grooming lead and gets Princess out of the kennel. The husky prances along and you stand up, “come on,” Marlisa motions for you, “I’ll help dry her up and then you can get a break. You’ve got another one right?” You nod as you go the drying station. Princess jumps up immediately on the table and you clasp the grooming helper around her neck like a collar so she won’t jump when the blow dryer turns on.

Your next dog is a chihuahua and maybe you can ask a manager to go home, your roommate came home sick two days ago. You blamed the weather then and you’re blaming the weather now. “You don’t have to help, Mars.” Turning on the dryer and you get to blowing the tufts of wet fur. She decidingly ignores you and turns on another blow dryer. Princess gets blow dried, brushed out, and finished being groomed in record timing since two bathers are working on her.

You’re feeling hotter and hotter by the time she’s all ready to go home. Just as your chihuahua is coming around, Marlisa is already asking if she can do the dog for you. Normally you’d tough it out but your eyes feel like it’s burning and watery, and you feel sicker than this morning. Jess isn’t here so you had to speak to the next manager at the store, thankfully they saw your sorry state and allowed you to leave.

By the time you clocked out, chucked your smock off and started walking out the door, a familiar man with a beard comes a walking into the store.

“Miss?” He calls to you this time, granted your ears feel like it’s stuffed with cotton and he has to walk right up to you to gain your attention. “Hey?” His hand on your back when you sway, “you okay?” Those blue eyes of his deepen with worry when he then places his other hand on your forehead. “Burning up, sweetheart.”

Smacking at his hand on your face, you groan. Why is everyone touching your forehead? “M’fine,” standing a little straighter to prove it to yourself as well, “just tired is all.”

“Looks like you’re more than that.”

Your lips pull to a pout, you can’t find it in you to say something witty or tell him to talk to someone else. He’s probably needing help with his cat and you’d jump at the chance to help but… your head hurts and feels heavy enough to mimic a bowling ball. “I can’t help you today, John.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes when you remember his name. “I’m sorry,” his hand stills on your back. Not able to push that one away when he guides you out the door.

“Need a ride home?” He offers, subtly adding after, “I’m sure one of your friends can drive your car for you later to your place.” You lean against him, nearly tripping over your feet had he not stayed firm beside you. His hand settling more on your waist to give support, “best get you home, yeah?” He doesn’t give you a chance to protest as he steers you to his car. Plopping you in and asks for directions, you mumble as you give them. Typing them in his maps despite there already being a star next to it.

You’re in and out of it by the time he gets you home, any other time and you’d be screaming at yourself for getting into his car or even letting him know your address. In your delirium state you manage to text your roommates to let them know you're heading home with a guy. One of them is bound to be home, probably the one that may or may not have gotten you sick. And you don’t want them to panic when they see him. You pocket your phone and close your eyes for a second.

“Up you get,” hands are under your armpits and it takes a while for you to realize he’s already parked, opened your door, undid your seatbelt, and is helping you stand. “I’ll make you some soup,” you hear him say, you merely nod your head against his shoulder. His arm anchored around your waist as you wobble like you were drunk. He’s so sturdy against you, doesn’t even blink when he does most of the lifting as he helps you to your door.

You’re pulling out your keys and twisting it in when he’s helping you through the walkway of the unlocked door. No one’s in the living room and it’s a small mercy that you don’t have to deal with any unwanted questions. You just want to sleep and maybe down enough Tylenol to kill a horse. You don’t bother to change out of your work clothes and he doesn’t press on it as pulls the covers over you. His thumb brushes away at the strand on your hair, he murmurs something you can’t quite catch. You’re dozing off by the time he comes back with water and some pills, he leaves them on the counter and takes a keen look around.

He takes a pen and rips a piece of paper from your notebook by the time you’re snoring. He’d rather ask for your number but this is the next best thing. Scribbling his number alongside his name, he takes mental note of the inner workings of your apartment. Noticing the back door, the amount of windows, and counting the shoes on the shoe rack by the door. Just as he’s finished putting it all in his head, “evening,” he nods when one of your roommates gives a weak, unsure hello to him. He didn’t think they’d come out but it’s good that they did. “I’ll come by with soup and food for her,” stepping towards the door, “make sure she eats it.” He orders, leaving no room for an argument either.

“And you are?” A woman pointedly asks, probably the one that got you sick since she herself sniffles.

He turns to her, “John,” making it short and to the point when she gives him a look. He shuts the front door behind him before she can ask more questions. Taking a quick look around the apartment complex and his brows furrow. It’s not up to his standard, that’s for sure. The gate to the entrance is wide open, anyone can walk or drive through. The bus stop you take doesn’t put you directly in front of the apartment building either. You’d still have to walk a good 10-15 minutes to get to your door. And god only knows what could have happened if he didn’t take you home today.

He’ll need to check the surrounding areas and run a background check on your roommates as well. John’s glad you were sick enough to let him take you home, he would have rather a different reason for you to do that. Maybe somewhere along the lines of a nice dinner, expensive champagne bottles, and a pretty rose bouquet meant for just you but this will have to do. For now at least.

He sneezes softly, “son of a bitch,” pinching his nose in annoyance. He’ll need to make two soups, he gets a text that pings on his phone, he gives a quick read and sighs.

Three soups…

[feet010]

The.. lack of OPM fanfics is actually appalling. One would assume that this anime would be piling with fanfics, the men (and women) in this show are quite honestly (in my opinion) some of the most attractive/majestic anime characters I've come across. Their characters are intriguing too when you look into their lore. I am not seeing enough variety y'all... what are we doing, These beautiful ahh characters are literally being thrown your way. I should be seeing weekly updates. Why am i having to re-read fics...🗿

[squeakyducky]

I tried making biblically accurate Simeon..

Before he got demoted

[nariism]

ೃ⁀➷ THIEF! ★

Based off this ask by @raphuna-nekomada !!

The first time, Neuvillette brushed it off as if nothing had happened.

He spent the entire morning looking for his dedicated Monday bow, black with silver intricacies that you personally picked out for him many years ago.

"Must be a sign from the universe not to go into work," you hummed from the bed, rolling over and inviting him back under the blanket. He hadn't indulged you on Monday, instead opting to use his Tuesday ribbon and huffing about how he would find the missing article later.

The second time it happened, he was suspicious.

Two days in a row his ribbon had gone missing, now his Wednesday ribbon had been used for Tuesday. It irked him, and while he had no other reason to suspect that you were the culprit, the way you beckoned him back to bed again flicked a switch in his mind.

Ultimately, he hadn't indulged you on Tuesday either.

The third time it happens, he saunters up to your side of the bed immediately.

"My love," he calls, and for a moment you think he hasn't caught you because he's lacking any sort of stern tone— the kind he would address Wriothesley with.

"Yes?" You peer up at him with a glimmer of mischief, clutching something to your chest. His eyes narrow and he kneels onto the bed beside you.

"Have you seen my ribbon?"

"I haven't."

"Are you sure? I'm certain I left it on the dresser last night."

"You must be imagining things, dearest."

You give him a sly, lazy smile and that's when he knows you're nothing but a terrible liar. He nearly scoffs in your face, leaning down closer so he can look at you with a hardening expression.

"And what exactly is your ploy here? Would you like me to wrestle it out of your hands?"

Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before you laugh, clearly finding his suggestion humorous. "Would it keep you at home longer if you did?"

The gears turn in his head at your words, slow realization washing over him as you blink up innocently. (Feigning innocence, actually. Poorly.)

Ah, so that's what this is all about.

"You want me to stay home?"

A beat of silence. "And if I said yes?"

"You know my answer." Yet he hasn't pulled away, gotten off the bed, and left for work like he does every morning. In fact, you're pretty sure he's drawn a couple inches closer to you.

The fabric you stole from him suddenly wraps around the back of the neck and you rein him in until he's hovering just above you, arms and legs caging you in on either side.

"Got you," you sing quietly.

His gaze flickers down to your lips and then back to your eyes. "You got me," he repeats in faux defeat, swooping down to capture you in a kiss.

He starts to think that maybe a day off wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but he has more than one trial today and there is no one to fill his role in his absence.

Still, Neuvillette decides that he can come to a compromise if only to hold you like this before his busy day. Besides, if he didn't indulge you now this would never end.

"Ten more minutes."

"Ouch. Stingy."

He smothers you under his body so you'll stop talking.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

princess has a request (m.m + j.o)

a/n: extremely rough not at all proofread quick & short smut shot! written on vacation so very rushed. inspired by my annoyance at the start of my ovulation week today 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and i also have been writing a seperate three-way fic for these two so i might as well keep it going.

pairing: jenna ortega x f!reader x mikey madison

warnings: SMUTTTT!!! strap on usage, cursing, pet names.

—

ping!

you received a notification on your phone. rolling over to your bedside table, you squinted at the screen.

damn it. fucking ovulation week.

you groaned and threw your phone over to the side of the bed. you noticed that both your girlfriends were gone, they must have already ducked out for work.

the smell of food in the kitchen proved you wrong though. you walked out to see mikey & jenna cooking breakfast.

you sleepily wandered over. mikey caught sight of you first as she was bringing plates out to set the table.

“hey sleepyhead.” she greeted you. jenna turned quickly and waved with a wooden spoon in her hand.

“morning…” you grumbled out. mikey snickered softly at your voice, you were still slowly waking yourself up. she made her way back to jenna.

you made your way over to where they were both standing, directly in front of the stove.

it didn’t take very long for your mind to lock in as your half-open eyes shot open when you realised exactly what was in front of you.

oh no. no. no. no. now was not the time. not when your senses were heightened. not when you basically had no control of your body.

mikey was in a skin-tight top, it highlighted the best of her physique. her waist was lined perfectly, and her chest was defined more than ever. she was in a pair of linen pants, a belt holding them up. a belt that you knew very well, the image of it tightened around your wrists from another night flashed through your head.

and jenna? just in a sports bra. she had a jacket covering up her shoulders but her abdomen was right there, for your perusal. as she twisted and turned, finishing up your breakfast, you watched as the lining of her stomach flexed at every small movement. her headphones were around her neck and her legs were covered by leggings, showing the strength in her calves, you were practically drooling.

why did you have to date goddesses?

“hey baby, what’s wrong?” mikey asked, noticing your hard stare. she furrowed her eyebrows at you.

“need you to fuck me.” you mumbled, absentmindedly. you didn’t even realise you said it.

“excuse me?” jenna spun around, food flying out of the pot with how fast she turned.

“hm?” you asked, turning your head between the two of them.

“our princess has a request for us, huh?” mikey teased, turning her attention to you. with ease, she picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter.

you couldn’t even register what was happening fast enough. you heard the clicking of the stove turning off, jenna joining the two of you. mikey was already in the process of taking your sleeping shorts off. before you knew it, your bare ass was on the cold counter.

“what brought this on, baby?” jenna asked you. she pulled your left leg to the side while mikey pulled your right leg in the opposite direction. you were exposed for the two of them.

“you two just… looked so good.” you licked your lips, the two of them pinning your knees to the edge of the counter. you couldn’t even move if you dared.

“looks like we’re going to have to wear these more, darling.” mikey said to jenna, who nodded in agreement. mikey ran a finger up your cunt, your thights shook slightly, threatening to close. but the weight of your girlfriends was enough to hold them open.

“f…fuck…” you stuttered out, your bottom lip quivering at the touch. you felt a heat rush straight to your core, feeling yourself drip onto the wood.

“you’re glistening, babes.” jenna moaned softly. her finger prodding at your hole, trying to gather your arousal.

“jesus…” you muttered. you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. “c’mon… c’mon…” you pleaded with your girls.

“impatient, are we?” jenna asked, you couldn’t even get your answer out before she shoved two fingers into you. you let out a gasp at the intrusion.

her fingers pumped in and out of you, but slowly. you whined at the chosen pace, you wanted more.

but you got it in the form of mikey’s fingers circling your clit. the bumps from each of her fingers hitting your swollen bud with each rotation.

you cried out from the stimulation, your hands tangling themselves in both their hairs. they both leaned in, both their faces were buried in your skin. jenna was nipping at your jaw while mikey left wet kisses on your neck.

the stimulation on your soaked pussy had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. soft moans fell from your lips as your hands tightened in their hair.

you pulled jenna up first, connecting your lips. her kiss was gentle but passionate. her other hand landing on the small of your pack. she moaned softly as she tasted your lips.

you then did the same to mikey, capturing her lips. she was a bit rougher than jenna was, but you loved both their kisses just the same. her kiss was full of fire, her tongue licking across your bottom lip.

before you could give her access, jenna curled her fingers inside of you, earning a soft groan from you. your legs started to shake, pushing against their weight again.

“you can keep them open, baby.” mikey pinched your clit, you hissed at the pain but it only spurred you on more. your hips started to lightly roll against their hands, gaining more friction.

“fuck… mikey.” you moaned out at her stimulation on your clit. you doubled over, but jenna pushed you back up.

“jenna. faster, please.” you begged. your girlfriend obliged, her fingers moving faster.

you felt a white hot fury build in your stomach, your orgasm was building faster than the speed of light. you watched as they pulled away from your neck and connected their own lips, that tipped you over the edge.

“mmph, cumming!” was all you managed to get out before spilling your climax onto the kitchen counter. your legs threatened to close again as they shook, your orgasm washing over you like a volcanic erruption. “fuck…” you whispered out.

mikey & jenna released your legs, allowing you to clamp them shut, reeling from your high. mikey picked you up again as jenna jogged into the bedroom.

“we’re not done with you yet, pretty girl.” she said, pushing the plates off the dining table. they shattered all over the floor. you whined in protest, you had bought those plates.

“stop whining, whore. we’ll fucking replace them.” she spat out at you. you knew you were in for it now.

jenna came running back, stepping over the pieces of glass littered across the dining room. mikey pushed you down to lie on your back, you were now sprawled across the dining table.

you turned your head towards the two women standing at the side of the table. they were securing themselves into the strap-ons that you bought together. you sighed, your eyes fluttering at your view.

thank god.

you were lucky your dining table was so heavily reinforced. mikey pulled you to the edge of the table by your thighs, situating herself in between your legs. she ran the tip of her cock down to your hole, slowly pushing herself in.

you let out a loud moan, feeling yourself stretch out. it was like your cunt was molding into the shape of the fake, silicone dick. she started with gentle thrusts, letting you adjust. you gripped onto your tits, playing with your nipples with every thrust mikey gave you.

jenna mounted the table, her legs straddling the space just above your head. she slapped your hands away from your boobs.

“my job.” she scowled, “open.” she ordered you? tapping your lips with her own cock. you opened your mouth, looking up at her. she slipped the strap into your mouth, rutting into your throat while groping your tits.

she toyed with your nipples, they were hardening under her cold touch. she rolled them in between her fingers, pinching at them as she fucked your face.

“good fuckin’ girl. taking our cocks s’good.” jenna muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear. she watched as mikey rammed herself into you, her slow pace turning merciless.

mikey mounted both your legs on her shoulders. she was pounding into you, bottoming out completely. her thumb quickly added to the mix of pleasure as it flicked against your swollen clit.

your moans were muffled by jenna’s cock, tears starting to form in your eyes. you were gagging as jenna forced you to deepthroat her, the end of her cock poking through the skin of your jugular.

the overwhelming sensation of having both your girls fuck you with their cocks allowed for your orgasm to build quickly again. you tried to speak around jenna’s strap, signalling that you were getting close.

“gonna cum for us again?” mikey asked through her grunts, nearly pulling herself all the way out then slamming back into you. you nodded, your head bobbing on jenna. “okay you filthy fucking slut, cum on my dick.”

“yeah baby, you can fucking do it.” jenna reached down and took over rubbing your clit so mikey could focus on fucking you.

you cried out softly as you released. mikey kept her pace, so did jenna. they helped you ride your high out. you whimpered with jenna’s dick still in your mouth. they both pulled out at the same time.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

wait! switch?

jenna hopped off the table, taking her place between your legs. for a smaller girl, she had surprising strength. she flipped you over so you were on all-fours. she hopped back on the table and placed herself behind you.

mikey was already on the table when your eyes adjusted after being turned around. her cock standing proudly in front of her. jenna lined her cock up with your entrance, she entered you and started working on fucking you from the back.

mikey caressed your chin gently, opening your jaw up to make room for her strap.

“you taste yourself?” she asked and your eyes met hers. you nodded frantically as she gathered your hair into a ponytail, forcefully moving your head to suck her strap. “good.”

jenna pushed the small of your back into an arch. you were too weak to hold yourself up so your back followed her direction without question.

“such a good fucking whore.” jenna raised her hand, driving it down to deliver a slap to your ass. you groaned in pain, feeling yourself clench around her cock. “those noises are so cute, baby.”

saliva started to dribble out through your lips with how rough mikey was being to your mouth. not that you minded, you loved being manhandled by them, it was euphoric.

“just gotta fuck you til you’re dumb, okay baby?” mikey looked down at you, still forcibly bobbing your head up and down. you made an audible noise at her, almost like you were speaking, except you didn’t actually know what you were saying.

“looks like we’re almost there anyways.” jenna teased, you just had to take it. there were no words coming to your brain, you were reaching that point of being fucked out.

jenna’s nails dug into the skin of your ass, she fucked your hole aggressively, wanting you to reach that peak again. since you were reaching orgasm number three, it wasn’t very hard for her to achieve that.

mikey giggled as she fed you your arousal. your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as jenna delivered another slap to your skin. the sharp, stinging pain drove you insane.

mikey reached out to jenna, the two started to make out above you. you couldn’t see them, but you wish you could. the sound of their lips meeting made you even wetter.

“you can give us one more, can’t you, darling?” jenna leaned over, pressing kisses to your back. she mocked your whines, repeating after you as she coaxed them out of you.

“cum, baby. it’s just one more.” mikey yanked your head off her dick, forcing her to look up at her. she stroked the silicone strap as she looked into your soul. she kissed your lips, you could taste jenna on them too. their tastes mixed together made your brain turn fuzzy.

you felt your walls start to clench, jenna was struggling to thrust into you. she smirked and looked over at mikey.

“there it is. c’mon baby, you got it.”

“a— ah!” you let out a choked out moan as you came all over jenna’s cock. you slumped against the table, feeling your body turn into putty. jenna thrusted into you a couple more times to make coming down from the rush a bit easier. she slowly pulled out of you to avoid overstimulating you too much.

“so pretty when we fuck you.” mikey released your hair, planting kisses to your scalp. the pain lessened gradually as she rubbed the spot she pulled on.

ping!

you heard their phones go off at the same time.

“ohhh…” they said in sync. what was it?

“baby’s ovulating!” mikey chuckled, mocking you.

wait, when did they get your cycle on their phones?

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author’s journal

okayyy, truth be told, this is so fucking messy, i don’t think i’m a massive fan of it. but call it practice! i’m writing another threesome with mikey & jenna and this is my trial run for it.

i wanna incorporate more passion, this is kind of a rushed one just cause i’m on vacation for a few more days. but i wanted to write this out cause i would lose motivation if i didn’t.

i always feel sooo unproductive when i’m not writing so i try to write something even if i know it won’t be up to par with my other works.

this is so far from proofread and edited but i just wanna know how i feel about posting it. i hope you guys enjoy it as well!

kisses xx

[snail-noodle]

can't stop fantasizing about shadow milk cookie being super protective of his lover...

like,, imagine being in love with one of the most powerful and ancient beings in history, and they care about you and cherish you to the point that they will fight ANYONE who tries to harm you????

it makes it even better if his lover is mortal (and makes it more heart-rending too) because that desire to protect his most cherished goes up to like 10000000000% for him

i know he probably only uses magic to fight, but one of my headcanons is that he knows how to wield a sword 💙 silent salt cookie (before they all corrupted), definitely taught him on how to use one in case there was ever a situation where he couldn't use magic at all.

thanks to them, the guy is now a master on swordsmanship 🤭 he definitely shows off in front of his lover if he ever ends up in a sword fight ajsdhdjd

he WILL fight for you! he does not play around when it comes to your safety! 😤

[suprababka]

In case someone needs this :D

Should I make the manga version? And this is a compensation for no OPM smau this week😅

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day! I was thinking about this Bakugou, where he penches his s/o lips whenever she teases him or compliments him, saying that her lips should be punished for driving him crazy or smth.

I just find this idea cute if you please can write about it 😭🤍

a/n:..wait...cus why are you a literal genius this got a lil kick teww ittttt.. (kinda soooorta angsty but like if you squint, katsuki is bad at feelings but he tries his hardest, kissing, no biting for once wow its been a while..dont worry yall its comin, short lil drabble, hope u enjoy ! <3)

"your eyes are so pretty katsu."

katsuki bakugou thinks he'll never be able to get used to you when he looks down at your head in his lap, raising a brow as a defensive mechanism to not turn red all the way down to his chest.

"where'd this come from ?" he leans into your hand almost reflexively when you place it against his cheek, still not breaking eye contact as you smile at him, he feels warmth crawl up his back and it makes him squint.

"nowhere," you run your finger across his cheek, than across his nose bridge "just wanted to tell you."

he gulps, clearing his throat his eyes fight to keep looking into yours, relaxed and happy and comfortable. it feels strange to see someone so comfortable around him.

"yeah ?"

"mhm, your lashes are so long too." you muse. it's casual, it comes out so easily.

he feels his heart beat loudly against his chest when you run your fingers over his eyebrows. you keep on touching him, and he likes it, usually. but it's overwhelmingly nice, you're overwhelmingly nice and he doesn't know what to do with it. because bakugou isn't sweet like you. he can't casually tell you that he loves your eyes, that he could be perfectly content staring at you doing whatever for hours on end, that random things he sees when he's out remind him of you and that you're the last thing he thinks about when he falls asleep.

because it comes out wrong, when he does. but even still your words make him so unbearably giddy. it's foreign receiving compliments, and if he does their almost always quirk related. but these are different and they're from you, so it feels even better and though embarrassment creeps up onto his body his heart buzzes and beats proudly. he feels like he can't sit still so he does the next best thing.

"shush." he mumbles, pinching your cheeks to make you pout. you splutter out a giggle when he leans down to place a sloppy wet kiss onto your duck lips. "you keep sayin' weird shit.." he dodges your grin when he lets go of your cheek.

"but they are long ! and your eyes are pretty ! that's not weird, it's the truth." you maintain, nodding afterwards like your word is law. fuck, he loves you.

"be quiet." he pinches your lips shut and you start flailing around with muffled giggles and squeals. katsuki follows, laughing through his nose and meanly moving your lips around in his grip.

"fuck, you drive me crazy.." your eyes snap open at his soft eyes and words. his eyes shine mischievously but his cheeks are bright as he smirks. you pout at him and it makes him want to squeeze you until you pop. ( he remembers you called it cute aggression or something)

"you talk too damn much." he pinches your cheek "needa be punished for drivin' me nuts all the damn time."

"jush shay yur not goo wif complimeshs." katsuki snorts at your attempts to talk with your cheek in his grip, and he can't help the half smirk on his face when you laugh. he releases your cheek in favor of leaning down to press his lips against yours.

"you're the pretty one, dummy."

"but we can both be pretty !"

"whatever, you're prettier then."

katsuki still feels his heart thump loudly in his chest, and he's sure he'll keep feeling like this for a long while. your words will keep sticking to his heart like they always do. and maybe he is 'pretty', he'll go along with that for you, but you're definitely prettier.

[theorphicangel]

it feels like the whole world has stopped.

that's how you'd describe your mornings with miguel. gentle and soft caresses awakes you. the heated room of your shared bedroom welcomes you to another autumn day. the november clouds hang heavy over nueva york, almost like a blanket offering comfort to the busy people of the city below.

soft whispers of 'good morning' and lingering kisses. you can taste the peppermint toothpaste on his lips as he kisses you. with every contact you awake, one planted on your lips, the tips of your nose and finally your forehead.

neither of you have any specific commitment this morning, meaning that there's no rush to leave the comfort of your apartment.

tired limbs force themselves to pad across the room to the bathroom with miguel lingering by your side as you brush your teeth, hands wrapped around your waist. 'beautiful' he murmurs into your ear, staring at the two of you in the bathroom mirror. dressed in nothing but his t-shirt.

slow footsteps dance from the bathroom to the kitchen. just like every other morning you take your usual seat at the counter watching.

'like a cat' you recall him saying, 'always hungry to eat'

'you or the food?' you joked once, not missing the way the tips of his ears flushed pink.

with eggs frying and buttered toast on the matching plates you had bought from the local market, miguel stands between your thighs. from your position you can now see his caramelised eyes clearer. without another word, the two of you lean into a shared kiss.

intimate. the silent acknowledgement of your appreciation for each other. the taste of his lips are nothing but familiar, a craving your tongue will never get sick of.

you hope to relive this very morning tomorrow and many more days after that.

and you will. tomorrow.

reblogs are much appreciated!! thank you for reading ! :)