#you say the whole worlds ending honey it already did....... fuck

[meatmandean]

thinking about the all eyes on me dean amv. it makes me want to cry and throw up every time i watch it and it's only a minute long.

[minnaci]

fushiguro toji x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 2.3k

the flowers of the morning glory unfurl when first rays of sunlight peak over the horizon. so does your pleasure. so, too, does toji's hole— though you're sure toji would have words to protest his hole being likened to a flower, even if both the flower and his hole are among the most beautiful sights you've ever seen.

contents: soft!toji, morning sex, penetrative anal sex w/a strap-on (giving), praise (receiving), light/affectionate degradation and objectification (receiving), rimming (giving), multiple orgasms, light dumbification, blink-and-you-miss it cum eating, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, established safewords (stoplight system)

reader details: reader acts as a service submissive and top (penetrates their partner), but is implied to be vers. reader is on the whinier / needier side (lol). reader has a hole between their legs and feels pleasure when grinding against the base of a strap-on (the body part that is grinding is not specified). reader is referred to as "baby", "sweetheart", "honey", "thing", and "toy". reader is called "pretty". reader's strap is referred to as "your cock". no pronouns besides "you" are used to describe reader.

you wake up needy, face nuzzling into toji's chest, underwear already damp with the evidence of your desperation.

"morning, baby," toji chuckles, no doubt amused by the seemingly instinctive grind of your hips against his thigh. he sneaks an arm under you, cupping your ass and pulling you even closer.

he's so hot. the increased friction melts you brain a little, sending your whole world tilting on its axis.

"what's got you all worked up, hmm? did you dream of something nice?" his voice dips, all dark and smooth like melted chocolate, and it coats your whole body in warmth.

"may i please fuck you?" the words spill from you even as wetness surges in between your legs. "please, please, please?"

"so needy, and you're barely awake." a brief pause. the sheets rustle. "i'm still sore from last night. any chance you could give me a break?"

you whine, a loud, pitiful thing, and bury your face in his chest. he indulges your dramatics, as he always does, with a lazy grin and a few generous caresses over your back. with the way you're positioned, the pressure of his hardening bulge is unavoidable. that hypocrite wants it just as bad as you do.

"you're being mean," you level a little frown at him. toji has always told you that it's more endearing than intimidating, but either way, the end result is the same, so you can't complain.

"sorry, sweetheart," he says, sounding distinctly unapologetic. "here, i'll make it up to you. where's your cock? i'll help you put it on."

your reticence wars with desire, and as always, the throbbing heat between your legs wins out. you grab your strap and harness from where they were tossed aside. toji had been the one to tear it off in his frenzy to give as good as he'd gotten last night. you hand the whole apparatus to him and shuffle forward on your knees.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, "always so perfect for me."

every bone in your body melts, reeling from the praise, as he drags gentle hands over your hips, your thighs, your ass. his palms are wide, littered with callouses that make your skin tingle and crave for more. he takes his time, adjusting the straps to make sure they won't chafe. a different kind of heat floods your heart— tenderness.

"my perfect toy," he says, admiring his work. your cock juts out from the intricate web of straps that fastens it to your hips. "a perfect toy with a perfect cock."

you shuffle back, kneeling primly between his thick thighs. he spreads his legs, and your mind goes blank. you'd never considered assholes as something that could be pretty before toji started letting you fuck him, but it's true— he's pretty. you reach out as if in a trance. his rim pouts you, still not quite recovered from its gape last night, and you press two fingers into him. as promised, he's still soft and pliant, and he pulses around you as the tips of your fingers find that rough patch of tissue that never fails to drive toji wild.

"i'm ready, sweet thing," he tries for that sultry, silky smooth voice that makes you putty in his hands, but you can hear the tremble of arousal that weakens him. "i'm all stretched out already— can't you feel it? i don't need your fingers. just give me your cock."

"lemme say hi, first." you can't tear your gaze away. before you can even think to control yourself, your lips press against his hole, and you lick at his puffy rim. his cock flops over your face, dribbling pre-cum over your cheek. you look up at him through your lashes as the taste of lube and something distinctly toji fills your senses.

"fuck, you're a dirty little thing," he groans. "okay, baby. give me a kiss hello."

well, you're determined to give him much more than just a little kiss. your eyes flutter closed as you lavish his hole with attention, dipping the tip of your tongue past his rim and relishing in every shudder and groan you pull from his heaving chest.

toji says something, but you miss it through the rush of blood in your ears. you whine high in the back of your throat, nuzzling your nose against his taint. nothing could be as important as the tender, swollen rim against your lips, the heady taste of sweat and musk on your tongue.

"enough." toji gently pulls your head up, away from his thoroughly ravished hole. you just blink at him, dazed.

his puffy rim catches your attention again. you could do better, you think— you could get him wetter, hotter, looser, fuck him open with your tongue and nothing else, and make him cum all over your face until he's empty and aching.

"i was about to cum," he says, interrupting your train of thought. you nod in agreement, prepared to dive right back in and finish the job. you want him to cum. you need him to cum. you— "you wanted to fuck me, didn't you?"

"mmmnngh," you whine, frustrated, feeling for all the world like starving pup brought to heel in the face of a slab of raw meat. heat pricks at the corners of your eyes. you've never felt quite so wretched as when toji tightens his leash around your throat, keeping you from giving him the endless pleasure he deserves. to your dismay, your tears well up and overflow— a shameful display of your desire.

"don't be like that, baby." toji all but coos at you, stifling in his overbearing condescension. his hands run over your cheeks, your shoulders, wiping your tears away with the precision of a butcher's knife. "you'll get what you want, you spoiled thing. haven't you learned that i always give you the best of me?"

you can't respond. embarrassment flushes your cheeks warm, and you can't quite hold back your little sniffles and sobs.

"oh, come here, sweetheart. don't cry," he's still using that horrible, patronizing tone, the one that always has you easing deeper into hazy submission. he reaches down and lines your cock up with his entrance. "see? look how easy i am for you."

the tip of your cock kisses his hole, and you press forward, entranced by the way he sucks you in. it's a slow, easy slide all the way to the base— he yields to you, welcomes you in. desire is written in every flutter of his rim, every throb of his cock. your gaze finds its way to his face, and your heart skips a beat.

toji wears pleasure with the divine grace of a god. his eyelids flutter under knit brows, long lashes revealing unfocused, slightly crossed eyes. his mouth hangs open, soft groans escaping the little 'o' of his pretty lips. his abs ripple, miles of smooth skin and ridged muscle dancing under your covetous gaze.

his expression shifts when he notices you staring, but his normal sly grin is still softened by pleasure. "you're so perfect, baby. come on. give me what i deserve."

your first thrusts are rabbit-quick— shallow, jerky little things— as you try desperately to regain control of yourself. they earn you a few punched-out gasps, but you know toji. he likes it deep.

you pull back, making sure he can feel every inch of your cock rubbing up against his sensitive walls, then thrust all the way back in, finishing off with a filthy grind of your hips. toji makes a choked noise. "fuck, baby. fuck. just like that, yeah, do that again, perfect thing—"

your brain shuts off, yielding to toji's desires, toji's whims, toji's pleasure. your hips move on their own, thrusting and grinding, thrusting and grinding. the straps around your hips shift ever so slightly. the base of your cock rubs against you, just the way you like it. you pause, eyes wild. you know that when you thrust back in, it'll feel good. too good. the delicious anticipation has your breath catching in your chest.

"what is it, baby?" toji's voice is strained, hoarse— he was about to cum, you think— but there's a clear thread of concern in the gentle brush of his palms over your skin. "color?"

"toji. toji." you're lost for words. how can you even begin to verbalize the overwhelming pleasure that awaits you? how do you tell him that you're scared of it— scared of how good he feels, scared of drowning in the warmth that floods through your nerves? how do you tell him you want it? in the end, there's only one response. "green."

"then what—" toji's grin slices across his face, sharp as a knife. he's put the pieces together. "oh, i understand now. feels too good, doesn't it, honey?"

your jaw hangs slack. your chest heaves. it's all you can do to nod.

"poor baby," he croons. "all that pleasure, and nowhere to hide. are you scared?"

you nod again. your hips tremble, twitching minutely. every movement sends a shock up your spine, frying your brain a little more.

"i— i feel good." your hole clenches around nothing. "toji, toji, i—"

toji's thighs wrap around your hips in one fluid motion and pull, forcing you back inside.

it shatters you.

the friction is even better than you could've imagined, sending you spiralling into a hazy place where toji reigns over your endless ecstasy. your arms go weak, and you collapse against toji's chest. there's no reprieve— not when the shift in position only intensifies the pressure. your hips move instinctively, chasing that pleasure, and your pathetic little whines fall in hot puffs of breath against the shell of toji's ear.

"there you are," toji says, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. you latch on gratefully, suckling at the thick column of his throat. "my pretty, mindless baby— better than a fucking machine, yeah, yeah, just like that— fucking me so good, getting me all hot, so fucking hot—"

wet heat bursts between you, but you barely notice, too focused on the delicious, grinding pressure.

"baby—" toji's voice filters into your ears as if from a great distance. "baby, fuck, i can't think, you're fucking me stupid— ooh—"

another burst of heat, more tantalizing wetness. you whimper, burying your face in his neck and grinding harder. you're so close— so close— you can practically taste it.

"fuck!" if you were any more lucid, you'd describe toji's outburst as a sob. "'s sensitive, baby, hitting my prostate just right, god— god, so good, so good, my perfect baby—"

he's feeling good, you realize, the observation creeping up on you slowly through the fog in your brain. satisfaction curls in your stomach. your tongue feels thick in your mouth. "i— i'm good?"

"yeah, yeah—" the desperation in his voice is devastating. "just a little more, a little more, fuck me—"

you fuck back in, intent on making him cum, intent on hearing more of that thick, cloying desperation, but— but—

the base of your cock rubs against you just right, sparking a familiar, overwhelming storm of sensation. "no. no. not yet, please, not yet—"

"it's okay, baby. go ahead. cum for me."

it's useless to resist. your hips rut mindlessly, chasing your orgasm. you fall over the edge, sobbing, vision going white, as toji shakes and moans against you.

ecstasy runs rampant in your veins, sending you sky high. every nerve is a livewire, every muscle a bowstring drawn taut. you could stay here forever, frozen in bliss— throbbing, trembling, feeling so, so good with toji— for toji.

lucidity comes back to you in warm, grounding strokes. wide palms sweep over your back, gentle, gentle.

"welcome back." toji's voice, too, is warm, gentle. you soak it up, a happy plant in sunlight. "that was a good one, wasn't it?"

"so good," you sigh, nuzzling against his chest. "what about...?"

your heart drops in your chest as more memories come trickling in. he'd been just about to cum, too, and— and you had just gone off by yourself.

"what about what, honey?"

"you didn't cum?" you blink at him, a fresh wave of tears welling up in your lash line. "did i— did i cum without you?"

"huh?" he tilts his head— an unfairly endearing look for a man so big. a huff of laughter. "oh, you were out of it, huh? i came, sweetheart," he soothes. "a few times, actually. i think you just might not have noticed."

you blink at him again, perplexed. how could you not have noticed?

to your shock, white spatters across his tummy, smearing over your skin where you were pressed together. thick, creamy drops collect in his treasure trail. entranced, you drag a finger through the evidence of his pleasure and lift it to your mouth, letting out a happy little hum at the taste. your lips purse as you struggle to keep your thoughts from floating away into the haze that has re-settled around you. how could you convince him to let you suck his cock?

"nuh uh. i know that look." faster than you can blink, you're flipped over onto your back, strap undone and tossed to the side. your legs rest over his shoulders, leaving you spread open and exposed to his hot, intense gaze. "give me some time to recover. i'll play with you for a bit, then i can cum again when i'm inside of you. does that sound good?"

mind still floating in that soft, happy place, you find yourself nodding. there's a word you could say to end all of this—'yellow' would earn you his cock in your mouth one last time before a long night of clean-up and cuddling, but you'd rather die than end the night without his cum stuffed deep inside. "mhm. love you, toji."

he softens, almost imperceptibly.

"i love you, too. let me reward you, baby," he murmurs, turning his head to let his lips brush over your ankle. "i'll show you just how much daddy liked getting fucked."

tags: @enchantedforest-network @yutaleks @stellamancer @izvmimi @mydiluc @dearbraus

[ponderingmoonlight]

Having to share a bed with Gojo Satoru at a love hotel

Listen...I've got a little carried away by this one. While I'm currently writing for Geto and Toji, this part will only contain Gojo as it ended up so damn long. Hope you still enjoy <3

Part l (Megumi, Nanami, Yuta)

Part lll (Toji, Geto, Haibara, Choso)

Sharing a bed with JJk men pt ll

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k (this was supposed to be a cute little one shot lol)

Warnings: No real smut, but it's getting REALLY spicy - you have been warned...

Synopsis: After pretending to be in a relationship with Gojo for some time, the two of you seem to be the perfect match for a mission at a love hotel.

It is ridiculous. You both know that all too well. Will it stop you from pretending to be Gojo’s girlfriend even though you aren’t more than friends? Absolutely not. You’ve been doing this for a while now, at the beginning only to take him as your plus one to a wedding and for him to fake proposals at restaurants for free meals. You are very aware of the fact that this is already going too far, especially when you consider that whole Jujutsu High seems to believe you.

“Hello there Gojo-bear!”, you cry out.

But it’s just way too fucking funny and comfortable to stop now. The thing is, it has a whole lot of benefits: easier missions, raises over raises, less trouble because everyone seems to fear your ��boyfriend’ but most importantly you get to spend some time with Satoru himself. You hate to admit it, but the way he smiles down at you and wraps his arm around your waist does things to you you’d never say out loud.

“There you are honey!”, he replies with a sly grin, embracing you in his arms just like he always does.

The problem is, you just know that it isn’t more for him than a joke. Your heart stings in agony just thinking about the way he immediately scoots away from you as soon as nobody’s around anymore. To Satoru, you really are nothing more than a friend he enjoys to spend time and mess with.

“Yikes, why is this so cringe?”, Nobara mutters.

“Just wait until you find your true love, kids”, Satoru shouts towards them.

Fuck that ass eating smile of him and the way it makes your heart flutter. It’s all a lie and nothing else. Nothing but a made up story. Remember that.

“Satoru, (y/n). I have a mission for you. Follow me.”

The harsh voice of Masamichi Yaga pulls you out of your distress. A mission for both of you? Normally Satoru is sent alone. After all, he is the strongest and every other jujutsu sorcerer is only in his way. What is it that makes him think it is a good idea to send the both of you together?

“We were informed about a curse that killed over 100 couples within the span of a few weeks in several love hotels located in Tokyo. As you guys are the most disgusting couple I’ve ever seen, both of you were assigned to stay at the love hotel with the greatest number of deaths and exorcise that curse once and for all. Understood?”

It’s like your world turns upside down. Did you really hear that correctly? This has to be a joke, right? Ain’t no way he really thinks you and Satoru…Your gaze wanders to his shamelessly gorgeous face that seems as unbothered as usual. Of course. Everyone thinks you are a couple. Therefore, you are a perfect fit for this mission.

“Nothing easier than that. Just send me the location and we’ll get this done in no time. Right honey?”

“Right…”, you mumble.

“You know what that means, right?”, you hiss into his ear after leaving the director’s office.

“Yeah, a free night in a luxurious hotel on the back of the school!”

“No.”

You sign. How the hell is he so unmoved by all of this? Not even Satoru can be too dumb to realize what staying in a love hotel in order to exorcise a curse means…Right?

“If this curse only shows up in front of couples at love hotels then…then…”

Your mouth refuses to say it out loud. No, you are too prideful to confess to him that it makes your knees go weak and your heart bang inside your chest. Why do you bother anyway? You stretch your shoulders and look at him, face hardened.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

The ride into the heart of Tokyo is longer than you remember it, considering Satoru is sitting right beside you and watching anime on his phone.

“Damn, this part gets me every time”, he almost sobs.

“How often did you watch that already?”

“I lost count at 17. What is that look on your face? Don’t you know what happens next?”

“I never watched that one”, you admit, casually shrugging your shoulders.

Satoru drops his phone, intense gaze piercing through you even though he’s wearing glasses.

“You’ve got to be kidding right? You are my girlfriend and you never-“

Thick silence, your eyes widen at the sound of this words coming from his mouth. Girlfriend? Did he actually say that?

“I mean fake girlfriend of course. Just getting ready for later I guess”, he adds along with scratching the back of his head.

“Sure”, you reply automatically.

Can your heart just stop beating so damn loud? This is ridiculous, it was a slip of the tongue and nothing more.

“Listen, (y/n)…As soon as we step through the door of that hotel, you have to be my girlfriend”, he instructs you in a dead serious voice.

“No need to tell me, Gojo-bear…”, you comment dryly, more directed towards yourself than him.

After all, it is you whose love isn’t just a funny little prank. Your feelings are more than real, considering you can almost hear your heart shattering like fragile glass. How stupid it was to even think he could somehow feel the same way, that it’s more than a game to him. Who knows how much time he spends with other women behind your back…

“This is it. Are you ready?”

Get. Yourself. Together. You smile confidently and nod. Being in love with Gojo Satoru might be senseless, but revealing your true feelings towards him is even worse. No, you are way too prideful to give him that. Without thinking twice you grab his hand tightly just like you did multiple times before. You will get through this and bring this madness to an end after this mission.

“Hey, we’ve booked a room here for two.”

“The name?”, the man behind the desk asks while eyeing you intensely.

Fuck, don’t let your face turn red, withstand his gaze. Maybe he’s asking himself why a man like Satoru is with a girl like you…

“Gojo Satoru.”

“There you go. Feel free to use the elevator and call immediately if something is strange. Please check out before midday. Have a nice stay.”

“We sure will!”, Satoru replies with a cheeky grin before taking the key card and maneuvering you into the elevator.

“God, I can’t wait to be alone with you baby.”

You feel like choking while staring at him. Did he really just say that, is this for real?

“Listen, (y/n)…As soon as we step through the door of that hotel, you have to be my girlfriend”

Your heart sinks. Calm down, idiot. It’s only for the mission. You never know when and where the curse is, so it just makes sense to play along until it shows up. Reluctantly you smile at him with dead eyes. Why does this hurt so fucking badly? You pretended to be his girlfriend for more than a year now and it never bothered you that he held your hand and called you stupid nicknames. But this…This is something completely different. You are at a love hotel and Satoru is straight up trying to seduce you. How the hell are you supposed to feel about all of this?

“Let’s go, shall we?”

His hand rests on your hip while he leads you to the right room with ease. It feels like his hand burns against your skin, suddenly the air is way too hot to breathe properly. You want to get out of here, away from Satoru but at the same time you need him so much closer…What has gotten into you?

“Hey, no need to be nervous babe, I got you”, he breathes against your outer ear.

“I just…never done something like this. That’s all”, you admit dryly while avoiding his gaze at all cost.

“I’ll guide you, no worries.”

He closes the door behind you and cages your body with his. You are trapped between Satoru’s arms, no way to escape his intense stare and the way his large frame feels pressed against yours. At this point it seems like all of your senses and the ability to interact have simply vanished from your body. His gaze is…filthy, completely occupied by lust as it seems. You feel like your knees will give in any minute, heart almost pounding out of your chest while blood begins to pulsate between your legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you fainting? What is this feeling?

“I’ll make you feel the way you deserve it”, Satoru rasps.

Before you can react, he lifts you in the air with ease and throws you on the soft bed in the middle of the room.

“S-satoru…I-I…never done this”, you repeat with choked voice, sweat dripping down your face while you desperately try to stop yourself from wincing.

God, he makes you feel so weak with the way his eyes hungrily linger over your body and seem to swallow you whole.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

And then it happens. His lips brush against yours. Slowly at first, almost sweetly. You close your eyes, hands automatically grabbing his strong biceps in a frantic attempt to get a hold of this situation. Is all of this a dream? Impossible. The way his arms are wrapped around you while his unmistakable scent fills the air around is way too real for that. Satoru picks up the pace, his tongue inviting itself into your mouth to get instantly into a tangled dance with yours. Fuck, this feels so good, almost like you’re on drugs – addicted to his touch and kisses.

“Satoru”, you literally moan into his parted lips.

You need to feel his body even closer, his touch a little rougher, his lips even better. You want more. No, you need more. More of the drug that only Satoru Gojo seems to be able to give you.

“I-I need more”, you stutter, eyes gleaming in pleasure.

“I would give you the world, (y/n). Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”

“How much I hate all of these fucking happy couples. Die! All of you, die!”

It’s like you get hit by a train when the distorted voice of a stranger fills the room with hatred and disgust. Satoru’s body blocks the view of the curse making its way through the ceiling at the speed of light. Automatically, you claw into his upper arms for hold.

“Took you quite some time to get here. I was almost afraid that you wouldn’t show up for our rendez-vous.”

“Would you mind letting me go for a second, darling?”, he words addressed to you.

Your hands let go of him immediately, body rolling to the other side of the bed in order to give Satoru the room he needs. The fight itself doesn’t take long. In fact, you aren’t even able to catch a glimpse at the curse before the room is lit up in purple, lilac glibber raining down on the bed with pieces of the ceiling, threatening to hit you right in your face. Pressing your eyes shut, you surrender to your fate. Not the first time you get covered in the remaining of some disgusting curse…

“Do you really think I’d let you get covered in this? You don’t know me well, darling.”

When you open your eyes again, you aren’t greeted by lilac glibber. In fact, it stopped right before hitting you with full force. You let out your breath you didn’t know you were holding, gaze finding Satoru’s bright blue orbs that seem to glitter.

“I’d say we smashed that mission”, he proudly announces, shaking the remaining of the ceiling and curse away from both of you while lifting himself off the bed.

You slowly get up from your trance, heart completely shattering at his words. You smashed the mission? Is this everything he is able to think about? Just seconds ago he laid on top of you, his tongue in your mouth while he told you over and over the finest things you ever heard from him. Everything nothing but…a lie? You want to get away from him as soon as possible, the pictures of him and you burn into your heart like a fuel rod. It was all just a game for him, a necessary price he had to pay to complete the mission.

“Thank god we did”, you hiss and abruptly jump out of bed, body swaying back and forth in dizziness.

Salty tears start to burn in your eyes, flooding over any second. No, don’t cry. What about your pride, how you always carried yourself with your head held high? A sob shakes your body before you can stop it. Fuck all of that. This hurts like hell.

“Hey, what is going on? Are you sad because I didn’t let you have your moment with that curse? Y’know, he was a pretty weak grade 1 any-“

“Is all of this a joke to you?”, you yell into his face, tears now running like a waterfall while your chest feels like it’s going to explode.

Satoru’s eyes widen in horror. Fuck, he never saw you like this. And the worst is that he seems to be the cause of your tears.

“You’re anything but a joke to me, (y/n)”, he replies dead serious.

“All the things you said were nothing but a big lie! All these kisses meant nothing to you!”, you cry out.

“(y/n)-“

“They did to me though. I never shared a bed with a man before, Satoru. It was special to me.”

Your voice sounds so defeated that Satoru instinctively gets up and walks towards you.

“But it was special to me too, (y/n)! It was always more than just pretending for me.”

“Stop kidding me. This pretending comes to an end right now. From now on, I’m not your fake girlfriend anymore.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to say.”

You nod to yourself while his cruel words hit you like a wall all over again. So this is how it comes to an end. You always knew that sooner or later, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the lies anymore. How were you supposed to build a future on top of a pile of foul lies? It was beneficial as long as it lasted. You shouldn’t have expected more from the start.

“I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend anymore. Please, just make it real and official. I loved you this whole time (y/n). It always felt better to pretend than to potentially not having you at all. Today showed me that I can’t be without you, that I want to share a bed with you every night and not just for a mission. I’m beggin’ on my knees if I have to, please be my girlfriend.”

Time stands still, you are unable to move as your mind desperately tries to process what he just said. He want you to be his girlfriend…for real?

“Stop messing around with me, Gojo”, you warn him.

But a little voice inside you tells you that he isn’t lying, that his face tells nothing but the truth. Can it really be that the Gojo Satoru wants you to be his girlfriend? Your skin starts to prickle while your heartbeat picks up in an instant. Please let this be real…

“I’m not. I want to hold you like I did before that fucking curse appeared every hour of the day and not just when someone’s around, (y/n).”

“But…Why did you always break away from me when we were alone? You could have just told me, I-“

You stop. You did it just like him. Pretended that it’s nothing but a stupid joke to you, that Satoru didn’t mean more than a friend does. You told yourself over and over that your feelings aren’t real, that you are just a good actor. Oh, but it was so much more. It is so much more.

“I did the same”, you confess your thoughts to him.

“Please, (y/n). Let’s make it real, no pretending anymore. Be by my side.”

His hands gently cup your face while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

“Nothing better than that”, you mutter before pressing your lips against his.

“You know, that bed is still looking good and we’ve booked for a night…”

“Let’s not waste the precious money of Jujutsu High, then”, you moan while he bites down your neck.

[nsfwmaemi]

Two Pretty Best Friends (ft. Kep1er Yujin & Xiaoting)

WC: 1.3k Genre: smut, threesome, PWP, yujin x xiaoting x m!reader A/N: Unedited quickie cuz BFH go BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR so beware for random bullshit ahead. Shoutout to @sinswithpleasure for helping me with the title

Xiaoting always had an eye for your girlfriend, Yujin. Being her best friend for longer than you have known Yujin, you were surprised to think that their friendship hadn't gone further than that. You knew—or maybe it was just your lowkey jealous self—that Yujin was just blind to Xiaoting's sexual attraction to her. You did have the world's prettiest girlfriend, but Xiaoting herself is pretty damn hot. So how did your dick end up in her tight pussy while she's eating out your girlfriend?

Well, it all started—actually, no. You had two of the hottest girls you know on their knees, pleasuring you and your cock. Was it really the time to think of how we got here?

You both realized the hidden sexual attraction you had for each other the moment your lips touched. Xiaoting, being all shy stripping down all of her clothes while Yujin was already busy sucking your cock, didn't know what to do. To be fair though, not everyone gets to fuck their best friend and her boyfriend.

So to make herself comfortable between the two of you, she started with you. She hopped on the bed and went straight for your lips. At first, she was just testing the waters, but now, safe to say you're very comfortable with each other. What started with small frequent pecks turned into a wrestling of your tongues in your mouths.

However, someone was getting jealous. She had never seen you this passionate with another woman. Well, if she did outside of this bedroom, she definitely would have left you, but still. She wanted more attention, so she sucked you harder and deeper until she gagged audibly.

Xiaoting, the ever-so-caring best friend that she is—bless her soul—instantly attended to Yujin to see if she was okay. She was in fact okay, feeling great even, now that she had both your attention.

"Unnie! Don't overdo yourself!" Xiaoting exclaimed. Yujin turned to her, did not say a word, and just kissed her.

"You really look out for me, Xiaoting-ah." She remarked with a loving smile that masked her jealousy earlier. Yujin then initiated their makeout session again. Years of suppressed feelings released at the touch of their lips.

Their lips intertwining, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their bodies pressed against each other. You didn't want to interrupt such a magical moment for them, but even so, the sight of it aroused you so much that your erection never left. Yujin was not to leave you out, however. Her hand snuck its way to your length and started stroking it.

Xiaoting wanted more. Her hands explored Yujin's body. From her puffy cheeks, to her cute little tits, to her small waist and her hard abs, Xiaoting sated her curiosity of feeling what she thought you took away from her. Everything about Yujin is perfect, and she just wanted to savor this moment.

After what felt like hours waiting for their makeout session to finish, they turned to you and the cock Yujin had been stroking this whole time. With Yujin between your legs, she inserted your length in her mouth first before Xiaoting joined. Xiaoting placed her lips on one side of your cock while Yujin covered the other. They slid their lips up and down your length unrhythmically, though it seemed like Xiaoting used this as an excuse to continue kissing Yujin as their lips touched frequently.

After your cock was coated enough, Yujin stopped and faced you. "Oppa, I think we let our guest have the honor of going first."

"She should." You agreed.

"I'm nervous." Xiaoting expressed. You guided her to lay down on her back and positioned between her legs. Yujin, in turn, supported Xiaoting with words of assurance.

"It will be okay, honey. Just relax and enjoy." Xiaoting flinched when the tip of your member touched her nether regions for the first time. You slid it against her slit, causing her to suppress a scream. 

You lined it up against her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Her tight walls constricted your girth. Slowly but surely, she managed to take in your whole length. With her feet hanging in the air, you let her adjust to your length before retracting then reinserting your whole length into her.

You slowly picked up the pace. Her moans grew louder and louder, matching the tempo of your pounding. To muffle her loud moans, she pulled Yujin from beside her to sit on her face. Xiaoting pushed her tongue out until it reached Yujin's pussy. She held Yujin by the waist, pulling her closer to her face until she could insert her tongue into Yujin's entrance. The loud moans were then passed on to your girlfriend whose pussy was being eaten out by the girl you're fucking.

Whatever Xiaoting was feeling, she made sure to translate it to eating Yujin out. The harder you pistoned into Xiaoting, the harder she ate Yujin out, and thus the louder Yujin moaned. A cycle of increasing pleasure until someone had to cum.

"Mmmmmmf." With Yujin's legs as a muffler, Xiaoting couldn't speak properly. She gently pushed Yujin off her face and shouted, "Oppa, I'm cumming." You rammed into her faster until she reached her orgasm. Her legs shivered, resting on your shoulders, as you pulled out.

Good food can't go to waste, so Yujin dove straight into Xiaoting's pussy. With Xiaoting in the same position you fucked her, Yujin knelt between her legs and ate her out as passionately as Xiaoting did to her, inserting her tongue as deep as it can to scoop as much of her juice as she could.

However, with Yujin's ass up, this invited you to give Yujin a turn. Not an invitation you would turn down any time. You lined up your length to her entrance and pushed forward. Yujin despite how many times you already had sex, she still felt tighter than her taller best friend.

Hands on her waist, you guided her cute butt to slam harder against you. Effortlessly for her, she was able to take in your whole length, but not too effortless for you as you struggled to move in her tightness.

Yet no amount of arousal stopped Yujin from taking every drop of Xiaoting's juices. As Yujin ate out Xiaoting's sensitive pussy from her earlier orgasm, your hands wandered to Yujin's sensitive nipples, pinching them slightly to arouse her even more. Little did she know, even without your hands, her waist started moving on its own, fucking herself into you.

Yujin's climax came soon. Her walls pulsating, her limbs weakening, her body twitching. She flopped like a noodle onto the bed after her orgasm subsided.

Now it's your turn to chase your own climax. Xiaoting, recovered from her orgasm, helped you in doing so. You positioned yourself in front of Xiaoting's face and placed the tip of your length on her lips. All to herself, she sucked your cock to chase your own climax, but with a vacuum-like suck from her, it didn't take long.

The moment you felt it coming, you pulled away and stroked it yourself, aiming at the canvas in front of you. You took a couple paces backwards to shoot all over her. Some ropes of cum landed on her face, her tits, her hair, her lips. Xiaoting was drenched in your seed, and then came Yujin to indulge in her favorite treat, licking off a lot of your semen from different parts of Xiaoting's body. 

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"Yes, Yujin, suck my tits like that! Oppa your cum is so delicious!"

"How long has this been going for?" Yujin asks.

"An hour, tops." You answer.

"I never knew she felt this way."

"I told you."

"MMMMMMMM. SO… GOOD!"

"I think she's done." You whisper.

"Oppa, what if… y'know… we invite her to a… y'know." Yujin asks excitedly.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, we just heard her, and I know you've been looking at her."

"W-what?! I mean—well, uh—fine! I'm down."

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Your writing is some of my favourite but I need my fill of Swiss fics!!!!! Can I request either smut or fluff with our fav multi ghoul, maybe reader being horny after seeing him during a ritual (he’s been so feral. He kills me.) , female reader pleaseeeee🖤🖤

“lights, camera, action”

❤︎ synopsis — after a rather risqué performance from swiss, you’re left needy and aching for some love… luckily, he’s there to fix that for you

pairing: swiss ghoul x fem!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: yayyy i get to write a fic for swiss!! thanks so much for the request. i got a little nasty with this one, so i hope you enjoy <33

cw: nsfw content. dirty talk. slight degradation. biting. fingering. tail fucking. tit worshipping. oral sex (f receiving, only at the end). bickering between reader and swiss during sex

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coming home from that breathtaking ritual was truly an experience to say the least. y/n stretched her arms and let out a couple of yawns as she settled into her apartment.

what a night to remember. oh that was truly a wonderful show. y/n knew it was so worth it, especially since she got to see her most favorite ghoul on stage.

oh swiss, he just knew how to put on a show.

as y/n was about to tune in for the night, she felt an otherworldly presence sneak into her humble abode. curious, ghoulish eyes piqued from behind her back, and she already knew who it was, smiling from his sudden appearance.

“missed me that much, eh?”

“of course i did, you little tease…”

the multi ghoul let out an affectionate purr and hugged his lover from behind. y/n just let out an amused giggle, holding onto her ghoulish partner’s arms while he rested his chin on her head.

swiss’ purrs emitted vibrations that indicated his excitement upon seeing y/n, just showing how much he loved her. it’s been a long tour, going through venue after venue it’s about time swiss is able to rewind with his most favorite person in the whole world.

“did you like it?” swiss asked with an almost knowing tone, his tail moving to wrap around y/n’s waist tenderly.

y/n knew that tone of voice anywhere.

she just snickered, almost amused by how clingy her lover was. “like what?”

“oh you know, the performance.” swiss confirmed with a smirk dawning on his face. “the performance i made specifically for you, babe?”

how could y/n forget? oh she just couldn’t. that little tease of a multi ghoul, he knew exactly what he was doing on stage.

grinding down on the stage, moving his fingers in such a provocative way, dancing so damn suggestively that any girl who could’ve been watching probably had their panties dropped to the floor.

oh and his vocals. it was the cherry on top. it was like swiss was just entrancing people with his very performance, charming them with just his sheer charisma and beauty. swiss knows he’s hot shit, and he puts that to his advantage so well.

the colorful lights were all drawn to him, cameras capturing every move and lyric, and the actions of his performance drove everyone wild. it really was a spell cast on the audience.

but of course, swiss caters his performance specifically for his beloved.

“oh honey, how could i forget?” y/n spoke almost suavely, her fingers tracing over swiss’ arm, drawing patterns along his veins. “you were so… daring tonight, my love. it was quite exhilarating.”

swiss smirked, a toothy yet flirty grin present on his face. his tail moved around her waist and snaked between her thighs, keeping his grip from behind y/n strong and tight.

“mmmh.. good to know you enjoyed it. i did some extra special movements for you.” swiss whispered huskily, his mouth nipping at her earlobe lovingly while his tail tightened around the plush of her thigh.

“all for you to see…” he rasped out, practically panting.

y/n gasped at these actions, noticing how touchy swiss was getting. she could sense his heat catalyzing off of her own. the spade of his tail crept under her skirt, and she just sighed deeply.

swiss was able to sense how… worked up y/n was from his performance. i mean, can you blame the gal? the way swiss moved in such a hypnotizing way… goddamn was it arousing.

but the scent of y/n’s arousal only served to awaken swiss’ demonic instinct, the instinct that screamed for swiss to fuck every fiber of his being into the very person that caused him to experience such heat.

she just let out a soft moan when swiss’ tail moved further up her skirt. “nngh… getting excited now are we?”

“heh… you’re one to talk.. you were the one getting horny over my singing and dancing in the pit.” swiss retorted back in a raspy tone, his voice already dripping with desire. “it’s your fucking fault that i’m like this right now.”

y/n only let out a lusty chuckle, grinding her ass teasingly into the hardened tent inside of swiss’ pants, making the multi ghoul let out a loud, guttural groan from the friction.

“heh.. my my… you’re acting like a little bunny in heat. damn swiss… you’re so horny just from my presence.” y/n teased, knowing damn well it was her own hormones that caused swiss to be acting the way he was.

it wasn’t swiss’ fault that the very woman before him was so goddamn sexy. he was a reactive demon too, so of course getting a whiff of that promiscuous scent catalyzing off of her body was going to get the multi ghoul’s pants wet and his mouth salivating from pure, carnal desire.

“fuck you, you know it’s your fault.” swiss grunted out, pulling y/n back into his lap as he sat on her bed, forcing her to stay on him. “you just know how to get my dick hard.”

“damn right i do, because i know i’m just that good at making you so horny.” she snickered.

swiss sneered and let out a scoff, the smooth skin of his tail rubbing against y/n’s wet panties, making her sigh heavenly from it.

“tch, and you’re making fun of me for being rock hard. look at yourself, you’re practically dripping a river all over yourself.” he jeered teasingly, making y/n roll her eyes.

“literally go fuck yourself.”

“nah, i would prefer it if it were your hands on my cock instead of my own.”

y/n was about to shoot back another smartass comment, but the spade of swiss’ tail prodded at her slick entrance, penetrating her hole through her soaking laced underwear.

“ah fuck!”

“ahh there we go, there’s that needy little fuckhole.”

y/n’s hastened breathes quickly morphed into moans of pure delight and bliss. the fabric of her silky panties brushed against the sensitive skin of her pussy while swiss fucked his tail into her.

“such a tight little slut you are, just the way i like it.” swiss growled into y/n’s ear, one of his hands slipping underneath her shirt and massaging her breast.

he let out a groan when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“and no bra too? damn… someone’s been feeling extra naughty tonight~” his voice was filled with nothing but promiscuous delight, and the look in y/n’s eyes fueled that itching hunger.

“didn’t feel like it.” she answered simply, almost innocently too, but y/n was definitely far from innocent.

“what a bad girl.” swiss chided, continuing to rub her breast while his tail slowly moved in and out of her slick hole. “i love it.”

y/n’s signature smirk appeared on her face again.

“you’re such a freak, swiss.”

“fuck yeah i am, and now you’re stuck with me to deal with it.”

she just chuckled. “what? you’re gonna give me a show or something?”

he only scoffed in response, as if he was being challenged. “oh you bet your ass i’m gonna give you a show to remember.”

the multi ghoul nipped at the skin of y/n’s neck and plunged his tail deeper into her pulsing walls, feeling every inch of her sensitive muscles constrict around his tail while he worshipped her tits.

“so you better sit still and look pretty while i fuck every thought out of you, because this will be a night you will never forget.”

every touch on y/n’s body sent electrifying shockwaves of pleasure up and down her body. she couldn’t resist those angelic sounding moans coming out of her lips.

“g-god fuuuck swiss…” she managed to sigh out in an almost entranced manner.

swiss cursed underneath his breath and unbuttoned her blouse with his other hand, exposing her perky, hardened nipples that swiss was flicking with his fingers.

“shit, you’re so goddamn tight around me, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” he snickered, groaning in satisfaction as he felt y/n’s dripping wet cunt tighten around his tail.

he trailed his demonic claws down gently down y/n’s body, tracing invisible lines across her delicate skin as his fingers neared her entrance. swiss hummed, and used his fingers to roll her sensitive clit between them, eliciting higher pitched gasps from her.

“ah… ahh! nngh!” y/n moaned shamelessly.

“there we go… don’t stop making those slutty sounds.” swiss rasped out, moving one hand to massage y/n’s spongy pussy while the other kept rubbing her breasts.

his tail kept on moving in and out of her sex, some of the dripping liquids lubing up his tail. he just sighed at the feeling, and slowly moved his fingers to curl inside of y/n’s cunt.

she couldn’t hold back those sinful moans from that one.

swiss was definitely putting on one hell of a performance for both him and y/n tonight. and it was certainly a deceptive dance of kinky desires.

“fuck! swiss! i’m gonna cum! m’gonna cum!” y/n babbled out almost incoherently, and swiss only but into her neck harder.

“do it. cum all over my fucking tail like the dirty whore you are.” swiss degraded, each cutting word only getting y/n more aroused.

staying seated in swiss’ lap, y/n’s body convulsed wildly and she threw her head back on swiss’ shoulder, letting out a sheer cry of pure euphoria as she orgasmed all over swiss’ tail and fingers.

her slick and sticky cum creamed all over the ghoul’s tail, and he purred in delight, slowly pulling his tail out of her slippery cunny, a trail of cum and fluids dripping from the hole. her panties was hanging off of the side of her leg, slipping from underneath her skirt.

what an erotic sight it was.

swiss let out a soft chirp of happiness and ran his fingers through her soft hair affectionately, allowing for y/n to catch her breath.

“good job, honey… you did so good..” swiss praised, hoisting up y/n into his lap while he cradled her.

he was treating her like a delicate flower, which was a complete contrast to his rather quick and hard finger movements, but y/n liked this tender side to swiss.

“now that’s what i call a performance…” y/n uttered out breathlessly, giving swiss a lopsided smile from behind, and he just chuckled.

“oh baby… that was just a taste, a preview. there’s so much more before we even get to the encore.”

y/n was visibly interested by these words, turning around to give swiss that same old naughty look.

taking this as an invitation, swiss smirked and moved his body slowly, his movement smooth and precise, like a predator eyeing its prey.

swiss practically slithered between her legs, his head dipping underneath her skirt and his strong arms wrapping around y/n’s thighs to keep her in place. she let out an excited little giggle, watching swiss’ horns poke up from underneath her skirt.

“round two?” y/n asked deviously, lifting up her skirt to meet swiss’ gaze.

the multi ghoul only returned that lustful grin, sticking his tongue out at her teasingly.

“round two.” he repeated, reaffirming her words.

swiss dived his head between her legs, lapping at her cunt while he listened to her erotic, yet melodic moans.

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[lyramundana]

Hii, fellow poly Minsung whore activist here🥰 I’m nervous about using my account so I went anon, I hope you don’t mind. I have a little scenario here that I’m probably so wrong for but I’m delulu ash.

Maybe reader (whose a fan or a friend is dragging her along with them) meets Minsung (who’re already in a relationship ofc) in a city they’re having a concert in. Minsung are like “hey ykw she kinda fine, let’s spice things up and bring her back to the hotel.” During their night together, the boys use degradation, praise, grips hard enough to bruise, and soft touches just to make her head spin.

Now I love me some a sprinkle of angst. She has a moment of overthinking after Minsung fall asleep and escapes?? Sort of lol. Minsung do not like this, no no no😔.

That night, she ends up at their concert with some good ass ground floor tickets. While she doubted they would see her and if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize her (girl like they weren’t giving you the best dicking down of your life the night before), they do in fact see her and you just made this easier for them bbg. They told the other members and security guards to bring her backstage after the show.

Oh babe they mad as hellll. They don’t even wait to get back to the hotel as they drag her to an empty room and destroy her. We’re talking hand prints on her ass, more prominent fingerprint shapes on her hips, arms and neck, tears streaming down her face, the whole 9 yards.

Idk where to go from there tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my delulu thoughts <3

Okay now, honey. First of all, there's no such thing as a "wrong" scenario. Everything that it's discussed in this blog is acceptable and very much not-delulu, so don't brush off your scenarios. Specially when is so FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS like this one. Like, excuse me🥵🥵🥵?? You came up with this masterpiece and brought it to me for free?? Sweetie, you should post it in your own blog and let the world see this jewel of yours. Don't feel nervous of using your account. I always make my horny, unhinged requests displaying my username. This is Tumblr. No one here can judge you for your thoughts

You bet I enjoyed every line of this delulu side of yours.

Reader doesn't really follow the group, but her friend is a Stay and this concert is the lifelong opportunity they've been dreaming off, but they don't want to go alone, so they drag Reader to accompany them. While the friend is resting in the hotel/house, Reader decides to take a stroll around the city and comes across MinSung at some point. Maybe they meet in a shop, where they struck a converstation about common interests, and seeing they get along well MinSung agree and say "fuck it, can we join you?" and that's how they get to know each other better.

Reader doesn't know who they are, but their faces are familiar, and they're just happy to chat with someone like normal people. They've wanted to explore the city a bit before the concert, as the weather looked great for some alone time together, but they encountered the language barrier issue and the lack of knowledge about the place. When Reader appears and helps them out, being so friendly and nice about it, their first instinct is glue themselves to her for the rest of journey. Also, they find her really attractive and can't help but admire her discreetly and exchange appreciative comments that she can't understand. And that's how they spent their day hanging out, just the three of them, while Reader acts like a guide and they start to be bolder with her.

At some point they're sitting in a bar together, drinking a bit, and they have privacy to talk about anything. It's also then whey they begin to make their attraction clear. They've been so fucking stressed with this tour, sex recently hasn't been enough for them, and she's just so gorgeous. So cute. The way she speaks, moves, even the way she dress is driving them mad slowly. It doesn't help that she returns every bold gesture from them. She's not blind. She finds them hot too and it's been a while since she had some "fun".

So, after a while of wandering hands, spicy "jokes" and suggestive comments, the tension feels too thick and they throw the question in.

"We should get going back to our hotel room. Want to come with us and see it?"

She's not drunk enough to miss the intentions behind that question, but she's tipsy enough to accept.

The flirting doesn't stop and when they set a foot in the elevator, the tension snaps. They jump at her like hungry wolves, biting and grabbing every piece of skin they can get their hands on, and Reader welcomes all of it like a submissive lamb, ready to be devoured.

They struggle to open the door, being so occupied feeling her up under her clothes and leaving marks already. Once they're inside, one of them closes the door with a kick without taking his attention from her. They leave a path of clothes behind them that ends up in their bedroom and then she's thrown to the bed. She doesn't have time to recover before they're on her again, exploring every inch of her know naked body with their mouths and hands. Her brain is all mushy from the intense pleasure and adrenaline she's feeling. MinSung unleash all the pent up frustrations and desire they've been dealing with on her.

The entire night was filled with her moans and whimpers while they took her roughly, leaving their hands printed on her hips and inner thighs, as they groaned and cried out of sheer pleasure and relief. Sometimes they went at her at the same time, others they took turns while one watched.

"Such a good girl for us, isn't she, jagi?"

"Damn right she is, so eager to please us, to let us play with her body."

"Look at her, so obedient and cute for us. What a good whore, letting herself be fucked by some men she doesn't even know"

"Go on, use your mouth like the little slut you are. Nice job, kitten"

"We'll fill you up so much it'll be leaking out of you for days"

Her mind turns blank, the world spins, and her body starts to shake uncontrollably and tremble with the amount of orgasm she had. They grab her legs and torso with such force it feels they're trying to press the imprint themselves in it, moving her body as they please to find the right angle. When she cums again, she's half-unconscious and the boys are tired too, finally spent. They clean her up, massage the bruises the left and watch her fall asleep while caressing her face and kissing her skin. They chat for a while before the tiredness consumes them too, Reader safely kept in their arms.

The morning after, she's the first to wake up and doesn't take long to realize what happened. She remembers enough of it and feels her face get warm at the memory, but also gets giddy at it. She stretches a bit, careful to not wake them up, and supress a hiss of pain when she feels the marks they left. She reaches for her phone, reading the messages and calls from her friend, who's worried sick, at which Reader calms them down by giving them a "censored" version of the events. Then the friends reminds her of the concert and sends a photo of one of the promotional posters, featuring all members.

Reader feels her blood freeze inside her body.

She turns around to look at the boys in bed, then at the picture on the phone, then at the bed again, and she feels faint.

Maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol, maybe it's the weight of the revelation, maybe it's the lack of sleep she got, but Reader has to fight off a panic attack and the only thing she can think of at this moment is running away from this situation. So she gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and leaves hurriedly without waking them up and full intention of not looking back. When the boys wake up, they expected to see her in their arms still and maybe get another round, but imagine their shock when they see she's not there. Ohh honey, they're seriously mad. Why the fuck did she run? How could she after they night they had? They try to brush off the anger because they know chances of seeing her again are slim and there's no point.

Meanwhile, Reader's friend notices she's not quite the same since she came back and she's even more reluctant than before in attending the concert. To get her friend off her back, she admits she saw MinSung during her walk and chatted with them "a bit" and now she's embarrased to see them. Her friend, obviously, has a fangirl moment at first and chastises Reader for not telling her first, bombing her with questions, but she avoids the spicy parts of the story. Her friend finally tells her to not worry, that although their seats give a good view of the stage, it'll be very hard for the boys to spot her in the crowd anyway. Reader relents and goes to the concert, having dressed prettily at her friends' insistence because "they have to look their best for the occasion!". When they arrive, Reader feels more at ease with the amount of people surrounding her and thinks her friend said the true.

However, when the group comes to the stage, she feels her heart stop at recognizing the men she had that glorious night of sex with and becomes shifty. They don't make signs of having spoted her, even when Jisung came near their zone, he didn't seemed to notice her, and she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, convinced that they was safe. But she didn't know Jisung had indeed spoted her, hence he aproached their location to confirm. He didn't hesitate in telling Minho, and when they overcame the shock, they former anger came back again and they agreed to a plan. Stays could feel a shift in the boys' performance, they seemed more brutal, harsher.

When the concert ended, Reader was about to leave with her friend until a security guard stopped her and told her she was demanded backstage. Both of them were shocked and confused, and Reader's friend even acted worried, refusing to ler her go in fear she got in trouble for something. Reader calmed her down and asked her to wait in the hotel, since the man told them it wasn't anything bad. While she was leaving, the friend winked at her and exclaimed "tell me all the details when you sign the NDA".

A staff members takes her to an empty dressing room and tells her to wait, leaving her alone there. She's fidgeting, not knowing what to expect but having a small suspicion. Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and she jumps in the place. When she sees the two boys enter and locking the door behind them, she knows she's fucked.

They let her know exactly how pissed off they are, interrogating her and even accusing her of being a fan pretending to not know them just to get her wet dream come true. She argues back and denies it all, returning all their yells, until a hand grabs her painfully by the jaw.

"You don't fucking get to talk back to us, whore. We should've put you in your place from the beginning"

"I think she's a little too high up there, jagiya. Let's remind her exactyl what her place is"

All the gentleness they showed the first night is gone. Her clothes are ripped in shreds and thrown carelessly around the room, as she's pushed forcefully on the ground.

They don't hide their satisfaction and pride at seeing the faint marks they left previously, pressing them enough to make her whine in pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We're about to give you even more of them."

They go at her at the same time, no turns now. They edge her until she's sobbing and screaming, first with their fingers and then with their tongues. She gets spanked by one of their belts, feeling the bruises starting to form in her ass cheeks and thighs. She's then gagged with the same belt because "way too fucking loud, kitten. you're not allowed to make a sound".

When she's spasming, eyes rolling back and begging through the belt for some release, anything, the boys exchange a knowing glance and untie the gag, letting her breathe through her mouth in relief. But her relief doesn't last when they position her in the middle, with both of their dicks inching to her cunt. She knows they're up to something, but her brain is too fucked to guess what. When she feels both of their cocks entering her at once, she's about to scream again but a hand quickly covers her mouth, and they both start moving agressively inside her, leaving their dicks printed in her walls. The feelinf their cocks rubbing against each other and her clenching almost makes them cum again, but they control themselves.

They fucked her back and forth across the room, moving from the ground to the couch to the chairs to the make up tables, etc.

"That's what you fucking deserve for leaving us, baby. What the fuck were you thinking with that dead brain of yours, hm?"

"Look at her, so cockdumb already, acting like a desesperate bitch in heat. Aren't two cocks enough for you?"

"Is this what you wanted? Being fucked by two celebrities to share the experience with your friends? Of course you did. You're nothing but an attention seeking slut, only thinking about having a dick inside you"

"We'll make sure you can't even walk after this. You're not going anywhere this time, darling. Let's see how can you run away then."

She can no longer tell if what she's feeling is pain or pleasure, but when they cum inside her and she feels both of their cocks twitching inside her, it triggers her own orgams and her vision turns white. She faints in their arms, muttering and having spasms. They pause to recover their breaths too, checking on her worriedly and chuckling softly when she replies gibberish. One of them lifts her up bridal style and lay her down in the couch, both caging her with their bodies.

"You were ours from the moment you entered our your bedroom"

Tagging @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha because they gave me ideas for this. Feel free to add something or give your own version of it. The more the merrier.

[abiiors]

I’ve got a matty request if that’s okay? Just seen the video of matty singing about you with Carly at Finsbury Park and my heart is so full!! Could I request a fic where y/n comes to sing it on stage with matty and he’s all soft and cuddly and so in awe of her in front of everyone? No worries not, just love your writing and wanted to ask!!

something very small and mediocre at best but i'm trying haha. thanks to @toomuchracket for the name idea (you'll see which one 🤭)

god can you imagineeeee??? i had to look up the setlist of the show once again but i think it happens after they’ve performed the sound. you’ve been wired and you’re ready, waiting backstage, pacing nervously. five more minutes till you’re supposed to go on. a stage tech has already told you that and given you a little reassuring smile but it barely helps. there are fifty thousand people. fifty thousand. how are you even supposed to comprehend that number? let alone go out and perform in front of them all? so you just watch him on stage in his element. he’s dancing and singing and just being a star really. matty with a side of truman. your heart thumps in tandem with the beats of the sound, right in your fucking throat. 

the song ends, cheers go up, matty does something cutesy before his voice crackles in your ear. “ready?” 

you nod to yourself, throat dry, before realising he can’t see you. “yeah,” it’s barely a squeak. “yep.” 

there’s a very brief pause before he goes back to chatting with the crowd, being perfect as always. the people cheer along—it’s louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. matty knows you well though, because seconds later his voice is back in your ear. 

“you’re nervous,” he says. “it’s okay. so am i.” 

that makes you giggle a little. it’s matty fucking healy, this is what he does every night. yet you know he’s not lying when he says he’s nervous. the little tells are there; how he swallows roughly, and fidgets with the mic wire more than usual. on stage, jamie starts a melody on the piano. this is your cue, you realise. you’re supposed to walk on stage as soon as adam starts strumming the guitar. your body stays frozen on the side of the stage, and matty extends a hand, smiling as if it’s only you in here and no one else. 

you walk forward, only looking at matty and his outstretched hand, as adam starts strumming his guitar—a sweet acoustic tune. the cameras focus on you and matty, then zoom in a little to only show your face on the big screens—you in your flowy blue dress, complementing matty’s cream suit perfectly. a cheer goes up and stops abruptly as you look at the crowd for the first time. why did they stop all of a sudden? the reason becomes clear pretty quickly however. it’s not you, it’s the name that appears on the screen right below your face. 

your first name that everyone’s familiar with. and then healy. 

a collective gasp runs through the crowd before a cheer goes up so loud that you instinctively cover your ears despite having the noise-cancelling earplugs in. matty laughs and mouths something that vaguely looks like “the cat’s out of the bag” before he brings the mic up to his mouth and starts singing. 

“you are mine, i’ve been drowning in you.” it’s a beautiful acoustic rendition of then because she goes. really the most perfect song he could have chosen. and as soon as his arms are around you, you forget the crowd, the cameras. you forget the loud cheers and the thousands of voices singing along. all that stays is his voice and his arms and his smile. and the way he looks at you—eyes soft, almost pools of honey in the golden light that falls on him. it’s easier to sing this way when you’re just looking at him. 

it’s easier to the say “i love you” over and over again just to him. the easiest thing in the whole world. 

but matty knows how nerve wracking it is. and as your voice mix with each other, creating the perfect harmony, you sway in each other’s arms lightly, feeling each and every word of the song. you use your unoccupied hand to hold his, just something to ground you a bit more. and of course, he wastes no time bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss right above the ring you’ve chosen to wear so proudly today. a loud chorus of awwws goes up, making matty’s cheeks tinge pink. utterly adorable and heartwarming. 

and simply perfect. 

[beabeemu]

All this time

Itoshi Rin x Reader

Pregnancy trope!! Summary: After getting pregnant by Rin at the age of 16, deciding that not telling him about is the best thing you could do for him. Considering his soccer career, you would only get in the way.

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“Shit…” 

Staring at the pregnancy test in my hands, with 2 lines. 

2 lines… 

Fuck 

‘I always thought that I won’t get pregnant, because well… I hate kids 

Fuck, I hate kids 

Will I hate my kid too? 

Should I abort it? 

Mom would kill me 

No that’s wrong 

My whole family would kill me. 

They’d kill me either way because I’m pregnant.’ 

Who would’ve thought that I’d be pregnant 

At 16 

And how the fuck do I tell him?

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“Ok, it seems that you’re baby is healthy. Would you like to know the gender?” 

Staring at the screen where my baby is, I think I’m getting the hang of this, ultrasound thing. I looked at the doctor who was holding the machine thingy, she was my third doctor because the other 2 were super judgy. 

“Sure! Wouldn’t hurt to know right? “ 

“Don’t you want to have a gender reveal party? Love, it’s your first child after all” 

Said mom, who was beside me. She finally got her head around that I was pregnant. Dad however is still awkward, along with my whole family. Apart from my close cousins of course. I didn’t tell him yet. Mom doesn’t know who it is. I just lied to her and told her that I forgot his name and that I didn’t get his number. Which was all a lie, I still remember his face from that night. 

I mean how could you forget a face like his? He is Itoshi Rin Afterall. 

“Nah, no one would probably come anyways” 

“Don’t say that honey, I’m sure your cousins would like to come, and your friends” 

“I think I’d rather just lay low” 

“If that's what you want honey” 

“Ok, so the gender of your baby is a-” 

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Looking at his contact name, resisting the urge to text him and say “I’m pregnant and you’re the father” 

But I knew that it wouldn’t end well, I’d only be a burden to him, hold him back. And the last thing I need right now is to be stuck in a relationship like that. I don’t even know how we ended up having sex that night. 

We’ve known each other since we were in grade school, we were neighbors, But then their family moved, and we kept in contact, But later this year, we’ve only been briefly chatting with each other again. Then we met up 8 months ago, we had a few drinks, and one thing led to another, and now we’re here. 

I did try to contact him, but then I remembered him telling me that he was gonna go to a soccer camp called blue lock. So I made that a reason as to why he’s not messaging back. 

And, without even telling him about our daughter, I already know how it’s gonna go. 

He’ll probably say some shit like ‘I have to focus on soccer right now, but when I can I’ll visit you’ 

Then he will visit every few months, considering he might go pro in soccer, he’ll be busy and I’ll be here, stuck in the past. Struggling to get to the future with my baby. I don’t want my child to be in an unpredictable relationship with Rin, I mean we all know how Rin is, he is just so hell-bent on beating his brother, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. This is for the best. It will be better if Rin doesn’t know. I don’t want my daughters’ first heartbreak to be caused by her father. 

Do I have any intention of telling him? I don’t know 

But ever since getting pregnant I’ve gotten more curious and more excited about meeting my baby, I’ve grown attached to her, which is good. Because I want nothing more for my daughter other than to be happy. And I’ll make sure to give her all the happiness in the world. Even if it means being alone. 

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A cry filled in the delivery room, I finally felt my muscles let loose, and I saw the doctors wiping my daughter clean. Then they handed her to me. Hair as red as mine, I can already see the resemblance of her father on her face. The nose, the eyes, the eyelashes if Rin were to see her, he would immediately ask whether she was his.

The second I held her, I fell in love. Because everything was gonna change now, I won't be alone, she’ll be with me through everything. I don’t even care if Rin knows or not, as long as she’s with me. 

After a few minutes, they started cleaning me up, and they took my baby to the monitor room. When they left the nurse asked what her name was gonna be. 

“Rei” 

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i swear to fucking god im not a hater but if i see another fucking badly-made thumbnail boring neurotypical straight guy with lame monotone voice talking over buncha mfb clips video of the worst metal fight beyblade takes ive ever seen with the unfunniest jokes im gonna rearrange the DNA sequence of the closest person to me to that of a Doto greenamyeri nudibranch because i swear to god just shut the fuck up.

how the fuck do you meatheads base how much you like a character over powerscaling and win ratio. would you prefer a wild bear over your own mother because the bear is stronger than her? thats how you fuckin sound like. i gotta rant this shit out because i had enough if i hear another fucking "ryūga da goat🥶🐐" "beyblade really is that serious🤣" "This show is so acoustic😵" "did you know that moses split the sea with a be-" WE FUCKING KNOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS AT THIS POINT. ALSO IF YOU DEADASS USE AUTISM AS AN INSULT LET ALONE USE THE WORD ACOUSTIC OR ARTISTIC FOR IT STAY 7 KILOMETERS AWAY FROM ME AND ALSO DONT WATCH METAL FIGHT BEYBLADE EVERYONE IS GAY AND AUTISTIC YOU KNOW WHY⁉️ which cishet neurotypical out there makin spinning tops fight with neon green or blue whateverthefuck hair half the cast looks like they been hiding in closet before their debut episode.

PRIME example of these bad takes is , because of powerscaling again the hate on masamune ? i thought people hated him because they thought he was annoying (like how i did when i first watched it when i was little) (FOUR YRS OLD) and like id get that as in he talks alot or whatever but people hate him because. fucking. "he has a low win ratio and claims to be the number one blader" BITCH THATS A 15 YR OLD. or like around that age somewhere you get the point. so what if the taco doritos colour palette guy a little confident in himself bitch you hate fun you hate sillyness. people also use him as like a tool to praise kenta? constantly i see takes like "kenta is like masamune if masamune didnt suck" or something as in they both try to rise to the top and get stronger but one of them doesnt talk shit like did you know you can praise a character without putting down the other one motherfucker. another one is "masamune isnt a legendary blader because he talks shit but cant actually back it up" Hey my brother in Allah lets play a little game. which one of the fucking legendary bladers talks big about himself. you have ten seconds. 10...9...8....KING. KING IS RIGHT THERE .

also saw someone say damian shouldve been a legendary blader⁉️⁉️mf that boy was on rearrangement stereoids the effects of that wouldve already worn off by the time of metal fury how does that even WORKK😭😭 he was probably off with 3 big fucking pet dogs to eat custard pudding or sumn idk .Ryūga dickriding has been a thing for for ever but right now for some reason people decided they didnt talk about that guy enough. theres so many videos on him guys there are other characters to talk about i can write a three billion word essay on damian but i dont think i can say anything about ryūga that hasnt been said at this point. also the people who claim hes alive BECAUSE hes alive in the manga is crazy like yall cant see those as two different universes? im not saying wether if i think hes alive or not this isnt about that dont miss the point. i wanted to make text posts about mfb for forever but i was embarrased for god knows why so i just posted my mfb fanart on my main but i cant take it anymore (eatina burger with no honey mustard) must speak this time im afraid

also sorry if this is hard to read im not good at ending sentences where i should punctuation jumpscare. powerscaling mfs will hear u say u like a character like for example tsubasa or sumn and immediately bring up ryūga like shut the fuck up this shit happened on twitter i dont even use twitter i opened the app for 000.1 seconds. you just jelaous ryūga will never serve like did mf also im not a ryūga hater anyways i reached the character limit fuck

[astrronomemes]

GIRL, INTERRUPTED (1999): STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1999 film adaptation of the Susanna Kaysen memoir, Girl, Interrupted. change & alter as needed.

"Have you ever confused a dream with life?"

"Don't tell me what you think. Take it to the lab."

"Sometimes, it's hard for me to stay in one place."

"Time can move backwards and forwards, and now to then, and back again, and you can't control it."

"I think young women should make up their own mind, don't you?"

"You need to go somewhere where you can get a genuine rest."

"You're hurting everyone around you."

"I didn't try to kill myself."

"That's the kind of thing you talk about in therapy, honey. Not here."

"Look, I'm not gonna burn my bra, or drop acid, or go march on Washington. I just don't want to end up like my mother."

"I need you to stay close to me, because it's easy to get lost in here."

"I won't be here that long. I'm just here for a rest."

"You've been gone for two weeks. A lot of shit has gone down."

"I mean, everybody thinks about it at some point."

"I think you should lock the door."

"Fuck his brains out. Use a rubber."

"You've been feeling bad in general, right? You've been feeling depressed."

"I haven't exactly been a ball of joy, [name]."

"He didn't say. He thought it would 'affect my recovery'."

"I must have missed that in the brochure."

"I mean, what kind of sex isn't casual?"

"You know, I know all about you. And I hope they put you away forever."

"What if I had a punctured artery? You'd go on your rounds, ignoring my wounds?"

"I tried to kill myself, [name]."

"What do they know about being normal?"

"Look, I know that this sounds crazy, but I think I love you."

"I want to leave... but not with you. Not with you."

"I just like you, that's all. I wish you were getting better, though."

"If talking did shit, we'd be out of here by now."

"Another one of my theories is that you people don't know what you're doing."

"It means I don't care. That's what it means."

"I'm just gonna rest for a while. Just a little while."

"You know, I can take a lot of crazy shit from a lot of crazy people, but you? You are not crazy."

"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is going on inside my head?!"

"I'm sorry for being a bitch. I was a drag."

"They didn't release you because you're better. They just gave up."

"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in, but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try and kill the thing on the inside."

"How am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?"

"I think what you've got to do is put it down, put it away, put it in your notebook... but get it out of yourself."

"You want to be rested for tomorrow. The last night is a long one."

"So nice of you to pass judgment on us now that you're cured."

"I'm playing the villain, like you want. I give you everything you want."

"I played the fucking villain. Just like you wanted."

"No one cares if you die, [name]. Because you're dead already."

"Maybe everyone out there is a liar, and maybe the whole world is stupid and ignorant, but I'd rather be fucking in it than down here with you."

"Crazy isn't being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me... amplified."

"They were not perfect. But they were my friends."

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Ravenous’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i love the idea of domestic Stephen but this one has an obvious smutty twist. this one is one of my most fkn dirty and filthy so be warned sluts <333

- BRO IS SO FINE HOW IS HE REAL.

Your mind was doing backflips and your heart was nestled in your throat with every moment that passed since Stephen asked you out for dinner. It only took him 8 months to finally have the balls to ask for a clandestine meeting. You were happy go lucky for the entire day, thoughts constantly straying to Stephen when you should be focusing on getting rid of potential threats but you were so damn giddy over this man and it made your chest cave and your thighs squeze together. You were subconsciously chewing on your lower lip and the mere thought of him and in all honesty you were acting like a teenage girl getting asked for homecoming.

Stephen was never really known for letting his guard down, he was all hubris and hard features, never letting anyone get close and a massive misunderstanding of relationships. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone else this bad, but he did. He wanted you. You teased out a lightness, an ease that he never let himself experience and it just felt right to spoil and lavish you. You were funny, sexy, smart, seductive: the whole package that he wanted to unwrap like an impatient kid at Christmas. It was extruciatingly painful to sit and twiddle his thumbs but Stephen wanted to take his time with this, even though he wanted to pounce on you and fuck you until mornings end. He was feigning his desire for you but he wanted to impress you so bad, it was as if his testosterone was being exposed tenfold. It was instinct.

He ushered everyone out of the Sanctum, no rhyme or reason when telling all the other sorcerers and Wong was too tired to argue with him. Now it could be just you and him alone, in the warmth of each others company.

He wasn't really much of a cook but he was willing to try. Stephen was given a duck by Tony, he said it was a sure shot way of impressing any woman but he wasn't sure. He didn't even know how to get started with a fucking duck, though he did know how to work with some spices- saffron was a class of it's own.

It was getting dark and you would be here in a few hours. Stephen wasn't really much of a romantic, darkness consumed all corners of his life and relationships were never on the cards for a guy like him but he found himself lighting candles in the kitchen. Stephen was a hardass and most individuals were intimidated and terrified of his authority and the sheer power he held, he would alienate himself but he let himself melt into you. He would be as bold to say he hated everyone else in the world but you. He really didn't know how you got him like this, how you got him to do this. Stephen began setting the stove and getting the stupid fucking duck in preparation for a honeyed glaze, he had no idea how any of this was going to turn out but he was letting it all slide through his fingertips, laid back in his ensemble. Whatever happens, happens; as long as you were in his company that's all that mattered.

Stephen was lost in all of these thoughts of you whilst the steam of pots and pans and the overwhelming scent of spices hovered in the air, when he heard the Sanctum door creak he was yanked out of his headspace.

Before he could get down to greet you, you were already here in the kitchen in front of him. Stephen looked up from his cutting of vegetables and caught your gaze.

He was ravenous at the sight of you.

You made even the most casual clothes mannequin like, so light on your steps as you sauntered over to him. Tight shirt, tight jeans; your body was fucking surreal. You threw your bag on the floor and got behind the kitchen island where he was. Stephen's eyes were fixed on you and every slight movement you made, it wasn't the pinnicle of safety since he had a knife in his hand. Seeing Stephen in casual clothes will always be jarring to you, you've known him as the most powerful sorcerer of all time for so long and not just human like the rest of us.

‘’You're…early.’’ Stephen's face brightened in surprise.

‘’I wanted to help you.’’ You half smiled obviously being sincere but he so graciously caught that wicked gleam in your eye. ‘’God knows what you're doing with...a duck?’’ You laughed when your eyes wandered to it.

Stephen laughed and it was such a freeing thing to see, him all warmed up and letting lose for once.

‘’Don't ask.’’ He chuckled but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you inspected the spices he was planning on using.

You on the other hand were trying to kill time, you wanted him so badly and you couldn't help it. You weren't in the mood for food, you weren't in the mood to cook. You've been trying to quell the ache between your thighs the entire afternoon, you thighs were tingling at the thought of him doing the things you only ever wanted in your deep rooted fantasies. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could feel him for weeks after.

‘’Where's your wine?’’ You turned your head and asked softly, eyes meeting with his when your pupils darted from them to his lips. It really wasn't helpful not looking at what he was doing, the knife in his hand cutting up vegetables could slip at any moment and cut his finger clean off; but you were a beacon he was drawn to.

‘’Red or white?’’ The tension between you two was heating up already, long lingering stares and dense air.

‘’Red.’’

‘’Cabinet behind you.’’ Stephen smirked as he gazed down at you, finally turning to the task at hand when you grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. You poured it out into the glasses and brought one to him. He muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips and sitting the glass right down to get these fucking vegetables done.

The sizzle of the pots and pans were the only thing that could be heard in the delicious pining silence. Your twisted mind was coming up with ways to tease him, you felt so evil. Your eyes were boring into his skull but he was just keeping to himself.

You put your hair up in a ponytail and Stephen was intoxicated with the scent of your shampoo

‘’Excuse me.’’ You said sweetly. You finally made a move and contorted your body around him, slowly brushing his hands to get something from one of the draws. Teasing fingertips slowly being registered by him.

Stephen was trying to conceal his smirks and exhaled breaths but he couldn't help letting a few slip out.

He knew what you were doing.

‘’Sorry.’’ You bit your lip as you bent down to look in one of the cupboards beneath the kitchen counters, fingers briskly brushing the small of his back. Stephen was reigning it all in even though he didn't want to.

Your movements were slow and so deliberate. He had to stop himself momentarily to just revel in your tease, his tongue flicked his front teeth to stop his scoffs from escaping.

‘’Mind if I..?’’Your voice was breathy and honeyed, you were attempting to bend across from him but this was the straw that broke the camels back. Stephen caught onto your wrist with his free hand and tugged you into him, you let out a small gasp when you realised how close you were to him. He stared down at you.

‘’I know what you're doing.’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious as usual.

Although before you could respond, he let you go and turned back to face the counter and continue chopping the vegetables: he was onto onions now. You were surprised with his lack of reaction and the way he had an impossible amound of self control. Going about his business as if you haven't been discreetly feeling him through his clothes.

‘’If you want me you can just ask.’’ Stephen's voice was gruff and husky and almost reassuring. Fucking hell, he was hot and so goddamn cocky. He knew you wanted him this bad and to add salt into the wound he was acting so casual about it, as if none of this has been eating you up all day.

Your mouth couldn't even come up with a reply, you just brushed your hand on the skin of his arm. Stephen let go of the knife in his hand and let his eyes dart from where your hand was to your face. He finally turned to face you.

‘’You hungry?’’

‘’Ravenous.’’ You whispered, eyes full of desperation and obviously not in concern with actual food. Stephen took your face in his hands and cradled it, bringing you closer to him in the process. Too close.

‘’Then tell me you want me.’’ He muttered, eyes completely fixated on your parted lips, slow sensual breath filling the air around you. It was happening so fast and it felt so insanely right.

You were as stubborn as he was, you weren't willing to tell him you wanted him this bad. You couldn't risk your dignity for him becasue you knew he would use it against you. Your silence told a thousand words. Stephen was slowly closing the space between you now.

‘’Come on...tell me you want me and I'll give you what you need.’’ He was full of obnoxious hubris and you were sure you were about to break with how much you wanted him to take you.

You still didn't respond.

‘’You know I can make you cum without touching you...you want me to touch you or not?’’

You stifled an exhale but you still weren't willing to say anything.

He let go of you and ultimately left you aching for more. Shit. Fuck.No.

‘’What..’’' You said meekly, trying to find the words to describe the gaping hole he was leaving.

‘’I'll make you dinner then I'll make you cum.’’ Stephen wasn't even looking at you, he was just picking out the spices he was going to use.

Your mouth popped open slightly at his vulgar words, you couldn't possibly wait that long.

‘’No!'’You immediately grabbed his face to look at him again. Stephen smirked at your reaction, so compliant when he made you wait for something you couldn't have at your beck and call.

‘’I want you now...Right now...’’ Your lips travelled to the space under his ear so you could whisper into it ‘’… I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks.’’ You kissed the skin of his neck as your fingers ran hungrily in his hair.

Dear Lord, you reeked of desperation and he was more than willing to give it to you.

Your lips collided with his like a smattering of fireworks, Stephen's hands wrapped tightly around your waist- your kiss was magnificent, the laziness is what made it all the more hotter, the neediness surpassing the need to have any finesse. Tongues feeling tongues and teeth clashing against teeth. It was a design for roughness. His fingers wrapped in your ponytail and tugged, messing it up to mimick the kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since you put it up. Your moan really did it in for him. He bent down and grabbed the backs of your thighs and you immediately wrapped your legs around the small of his back- lips still connected.

Stephen needed you in his room, he needed you in his bed. Sprawled out and defenseless. He marched you to his room and threw you on the edge of the bed, him still standing over you with his mouth devouring yours. Your fingers went to his belt buckle and popped open the first button be he gripped your hands.

‘’No, no, no. None of that.’’ He tutted at you as if you were a child. Stephen's hands immediately went to your shirt and ripped it open with the bare might of his hands, you couldn't contain your gasp when your tits fell free. Stephen gripped onto your ponytail and let the hairtie flow out of your hair harshly. Your mouth was pried open in surprise as he discarded his tee. He was right: your body was fucking surreal, he couldn't wait to grab at your ass, the way you kept swaying it in his peripheral was a mindfuck but you always were a cocktease.

He pushed you down and a yelp let loose, his massive body hovering over you as his lips met the curve of your neck, Stephen's fingers met with the button and zip of your jeans and underwear in a quick swift move he tugged them down. Your hair was casting a halo like effect in your manufacture.

‘’Ruin me Stephen. Make me make a mess for you.’’ You panted, your plea was almost a harmony, a song that he couldn't stop listening to. Fuck you were beautiful.

Stephen's hands perched around your neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off your airways. Your guileless eyes looked into his darkened ones, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath heat your cheeks. Your mouth was open to let out the silent gasps and your eyebrows were tensed in need, your knees were buckling as he settled between your thighs.

‘’Baby you're too good for me...I've always wanted to have this much fun with you.’’ He bit his lip and gave you a slight grin before devouring your mouth and nibbling your lips. All you could do was moan in response.

Stephen discarded of his jeans and all remaining clothing and all you could feel was how hard he was against your thigh. Sweet Lord above, you could quite literally feel it pulsate. This was like the sweetest dream even your deepest fantasies couldn't conjure. He was getting way too exicted for his own good, he left dark bites all over your neck and jaw. He wanted to leave his print on you to let everyone know that you were his, when you wrapped your legs around him Stephen thought he was about to lose his mind.

Your fingers gripped at his roots while his cock was smothering your pussy. He couldn't handle how wet you were. It was almost too generous.

It was easy to push himself inside of you but you had never had anyone as big as him before, the stretch of him hurt and he didn't give you time to adjust when he began setting the brutal pace. There was a war between the sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your impossibly loud moans.

‘’That hurt?’’Stephen grunted as his eyes remained fixed on that perfect face of yours.

‘’ Mhm.’’ You stifled.

‘’Good.’’ Stephen rutted into you faster when his hands gripped onto the skin of your waist.

‘’Stephen. Right there...exactly there...Fuck.’’ You blasphemed and he swallowed your words with his lips.

‘’I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking with my cum for days.’’ Stephen gritted with his teeth clenched, you could practically hear the bones crunching together in his jaw. It was a promise and you were sure he would fulfill.

You couldn't respond, your mind was warped in the pleasure of him aching inside of you. Stephen was revelling in the sight of watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of you, greedily taking his cock as if it was all yours to have. Well...it was now. Your pussy was like heroin to him.

‘’Stephen!’’ You called out his name in a perpetual whine, you didn't know what you were begging for but it was something.

"Cum on me...you deserve it.’’

The image of you at the edge and begging for that final push from him was making him lose it. He could feel himself twitch inside of you but when he saw your chest cave and the immediate feeling of wetness gush onto his cock, he beamed at the fact he made you finish that swiftly. A groan ripped out of him and that's when he knew he was about to empty himself too. He was right: you were leaking.

Sweat fell from his brow. Your eyes widened. And all he wanted to do when he rolled off of you was to do it again. He wanted to go all night with you. Stephen has never been this aroused before, he was sure you were a siren of sorts. You were both staring at the bleak ceiling trying to catch your breath.

‘’I think.. you broke me.’’ You breathed, your lungs still heaving with a mind of their own and your heart rate still rapid.

'I wonder how.' He retorted sarcastically.

‘’I can still feel you...fuck I can still feel you inside me.’’ You whined.

‘’Well, isn't that going to be difficult to ignore during your meetings.’’

——

please lmk what u think hotties! x <33

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 44 - My Papycha, the Secondhand Dealer (Part 1)

I'm very normal about this episode, but thankfully, all the writings to translate will probably distract me from the need to gush about Kerubim and Joris's love for one another.

The text on the left says "PAPYCHAT!". Usually, "!" means "M" in Amaknean, but I think Joris is just very enthusiastic.

The text on the right says "BROCANTE". It means "secondhand store". Also, there's a kama there. Cute :)

"HACHE" (axe) and "BONG" (??????????????????????????????????...probably onomatopoeia for the sound that contraption he drew makes.

Doesn't make Joris writing "bong" any less funny.)

A literal bear has entered a literal china shop. Warning, warning!

To my memory, this is one of the two times old Kerubim cries during the series, the first time being when he thinks Joris will be stuck for the rest of his life in the Heads for No Tails restraint.

I think he should be legally allowed to kill that pandawa guy.

I do think he loves them, but also, something tells me, a vase that took 20 years to make probably costs an amount of money that I don't even want to fucking imagine.

"VIEUX VASE" (old vase)

WHEN WILL JORIS'S REIGN OF EVIL END? Did he steal that piece?!

Though, it seems that even without it, the vase was still restored, — because, judging from all the cracks on it, the photo was taken after The Incident. I guess this story has a happy ending, despite the missing piece.

Photo of the clock: "REVEIL" (alarm, waking up) Bottle 1: "ELIXIR" Bottle 2: "BONBON" (candy) Bottle 3: "MIEL" (honey)

(the clock itself reads "5AM". Maybe Kerubim's alarm. I doubt he makes Joris, who isn't in education, wake up so early. Or maybe Joris wakes up at 5AM and then goes back to sleep. That would be the funnier possibility.)

This action will have consequences.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT JORIS AND HIS NEED FOR ROUTINES AND HATING BEING TOLD TO GO TO SLEEP?

It's obvious that Kerubim is just trying to get him to stop asking, Joris knows that, — and it's generally always why he's being asked to go to sleep early.

The text says: "PIERRE MAGI(Q)UE" (magic stone), with "Q" (::) being accidentally replaced by "N" (:)

Joris's guesses for this thing are: "Is this a ball?", "Is this a thing to do sport with to get muscles?", "Is this a geode?" and "Is this an egg?"

Truly, he is a dedicated thinker.

"VIDE GRENIER" (attic sale)

The first two vinyls say "GUST PRODUCTION" and "SADGUIRAM#2" respectively, while the third one says "ROMAIN".

The existence of vinyls also implies the existence of bands and their fans. We already know that, and all, but this still means a lot.

I wonder if slavery has always been a thing in the World of Twelve, or if it came back in style after centuries of being out of style only in Waven. Love their nonchalant response to it, too.

Chances are, this is just normal.

SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TELL YOU JORIS IS A NIGHT OWL? He is NOT good at being awake early.

I also am beginning to suspect Kerubim is a morning person, unlike Joris. hdfkghsdgf.

Kerubim makes buying things a sort of a game for them to play together, to educate Joris on how to be a salesman in the future and continue their family business, but in the process pretty much hugs him and also look at Joris's face and then hand on shoulder car door man hook car and and um and [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

Yeah I'm okay./ (starts foaming.)

"LUIS"

Joris... I have some amazing news from the future. You'll never guess.

At heart, Kerubim is an optimist, and Joris is a pessimist, and they've always been that way, even as kids. I think it's cute that they both have these contrasting characteristics, and that they've had them their whole lives.

It makes them both really like each other, — but also, probably makes them annoy each other to death, across the 600 years of coexistence.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

HEAR ME OUT. ILOMILO BY BILLIE EILISH IS SO JAM CODED. IM SORRY

Oooooo I don't know that song.

Oh you're so right this is so Jam. Especially Jam in chapter 3 (or thinking back to chapter three in their final moments in the recorded MH) I think, when they're just starting their relationship/talking about their feelings and everything's a little turbulent because Jay's a mess who doesn't know how to cope with anything.

like, I have very many thoughts about this and you're getting all of them unfortunately

Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside? Remember not to get too close to stars They're never gonna give you love like ours

Jay, Tim, Jay

First two lines are Jay, trying to pretend like everything's fine and saying that Tim shouldn't worry about any of the weird stuff Jay does, right? Because of Alex. Jay's very weird because of Alex, because he's scared of falling in love with another unobtainable man.

The next two lines are Tim, you know when Jay kinda just ran the fuck out of the motel room after they kissed, because he though Tim was going to abandon him like Alex did? Tim was definitely trying to get Jay to stay inside and not run away so fast before they'd even properly talked about it and just, fixed the whole issue with some good old communication.

Then the last two lines are Jay again, reminding himself not to get too attached to 'stars' aka unobtainable men, men who are soooooo distant like the stars and can only burn him alive when he gets up close. (i'm mostly ignoring the love like ours bit because the only way it makes sense is if it's kinda Jay thinking about Alex, but the thing is Alex was a 'star' too, and what Jay's worried about in my head is Tim ending up being like Alex. So i'm ignoring it.)

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So show me the way home I can't lose another life

Tim, Jay

The first two lines are Tim, quite literally wondering where Jay went because he stormed away out of their motel room. He steps outside to follow Jay and doesn't immediately see him because he's crouched down beside his car, but Tim needs to know where Jay is, because it's really cold (in like august which it shouldn't be, so he's worried because Operator)

The next lines are Jay. He doesn't want to be lonely. As much as he's scared of getting into another relationship, he doesn't want to be on his own, he wants to be hopeful, he wants this to work. He wants Tim to come after him and 'show him the way home', he wants Tim to come and find him and take him back to their motel room so he doesn't have to do a little awkward walk back to get his stuff and keys so he can leave. He doesn't want to lose another person he's really started to care about.

Hurry, I'm worried The world's a little blurry Or maybe it's my eyes The friends I've had to bury They keep me up at night

Both Jay and Tim

First three lines. Jay wanting Tim to hurry out and get him because he knows something's wrong outside, but he can't really figure out what because the world's blurry with his tears. Tim wanting Jay to hurry up and come back inside so they can talk about it, and then stepping outside into the cold and realizing the world looks just that little bit distorted like it does when the Operator's around, he hopes he's just worried for no reason.

The last two lines. Jay doesn't want to have to bury another relationship, he doesn't want to lose Tim as well, losing Alex already haunts him day and night, and losing Tim would only add to that. For Tim it's a lot more literal, he knows something's wrong outside and he doesn't want to have to literally bury Jay because the Operator or Alex got him, the people he's lost already hang over him, especially Brian.

Said I couldn't love someone 'Cause I might break If you're gonna die, not by mistake

Jay.

Pretty self explanatory, he's scared to love someone again because if anything at all goes wrong he'll fucking break.

The last line feels more like Jay talking about the relationship itself, if it's going to die it'll happen before it's even started, and it'll be on purpose. Jay will push Tim away so that they can't even start a relationship for Jay to be crushed by when it ends.

So, where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So tell me you'll come home Even if it's just a lie

Tim

The first two lines are the same as before.

The third line is Tim not wanting to be lonely this time. He likes Jay, he wants this to work between them, and they need each other anyway, to sort out the whole Alex and the Operator thing.

The last two lines are Tim finding Jay and talking to him a little, he wants Jay to come back to the motel room with him, he wants Jay to say he'll come back even if it's a lie, he wants even false hope at getting to have a relationship with Jay, and Jay 'coming home' would give him that hope even if it wasn't actually going to end up with them together, even if it's just so that Jay can get his things and leave again for good.

I tried not to upset you Let you, rescue, me the day I met you I just wanted to protect you But now I'll never get to

Past and future. Jay and Tim.

The first two lines are just exactly what they say. Jay and Tim kinda (metaphorically) rescued each other the day they met, even though they definitely had a rocky start and at the time Tim didn't realize Jay coming back into his life was a good thing.

The last two lines are the future. They want to protect each other. Tim wishes he'd been there to protect Jay in the end, in entry 80, but Jay's gone and Tim's never going to be able to go back in time and fix things. (honestly this whole things could be them both thinking back on everything in their final moments in MH, Jay right as he's dying -life flashing kinda deal- and Tim and that crossroads)

Hurry, I'm worried

Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely Was hoping you'd come home I don't care if it's a lie

Tim (end of series Tim)

Tim didn't ever really find out what happened to Jay's body. He never knew where it went, he just knows he never had anyone to bury. He kinda still holds out hope that somehow Jay will come back, because he never got to bury the body, so that means there's a sliver of a chance that Jay's still alive somewhere, right? (right, Skully. Sorta. They have Jay's face and that'd be devastating for Tim) He wants even that false hope that Jay could come back, but he knows any hope he gives himself will be baseless.

Jay's not coming back and Tim's going to have to live the rest of his life without him. (Tim's going to have to raise their daughter on his own, and she already looks so much like Jay, even at only a month and a bit old -i'm sorry, i'm obsessed with the angst of Tim having Jay's kid-)

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Mediterranean sun (LN)

When you thought you had time to get your feelings under control, things take a turn. Smut

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Before summer.

Note: @justaswildeasoscar thank you for finding the gif!

Warnings: +18. Dry humping. Kind of public sex.

"It's gonna be great!" I said walking next to George and Carmen.

They both laughed.

George and I had been friends since we were kids so when he called me to say that Alex, him, and some other guys wanted to rent a yatch in some Mediterranean island, I was in at the instant.

At the end it would be Alex, Charles, Yuki, Pierre (because Charles insisted a fucking lot), George and I, plus the respective partners. The yatch was big, there was enough with all of our money for renting it.

"Look at that!" it was beautiful and bigger than some houses I had been in, with enough space for all of us, a gym, water toys...

"You are like a little kid" George joked.

"It's my first time on a yatch!"

Carmen and him laughed.

The crew welcomed us and showed everything. It would be great. I would have time for taking my mind of racing and Lando...

Two days of pure fun and bliss in the Mediterranean sea had already passed. The plan for today was to arrive to an island and spend the day in there like tourists, normal people.

The village was beautiful. White houses and sunny sky, nice people and little shops everywhere.

"Are you seeing someone now?" Charles asked me as we had been talking about dating for a while now. Pierre was enjoying being single; Alex, Charles and George were almost happily married, enjoying the trip as if it was their honey moon; and Yuki and I were just single.

"Mmm not really"

"Not really?" He laughed a bit.

"Okay, okay..." I laughed too. George was giving me a quizzing in look. "It's just sex. Nothing real or official"

I was nervous. They were all paying attention.

"No dating?" Charlotte asked.

I told her no with my head.

"Well, just a lady enjoying freedom, right?" Pierre hugged my shoulders.

"Kind of" I said laughing.

He was handsome, charismatic and I had thought about giving him a try a couple of times. But now, when he touched me, I felt nothing. Pierre Gasly had no effect on me. When he had half world at his feet, his touch did nothing to me. And I knew exactly why. The green eyed gremlin.

Lando and I had become friends and confidants through sex. I had so much trust on him that was scary.

"Well, just tell your guy to keep you happy"

"He does. He keeps me happy" I replied with a tiny smile.

He did. The sex was mind-blowing, he was the nicest guy, he respect me, he was caring and loved to make me laugh. It we had gotten to this part in a different way I may even consider to keep going. But for now, I was in a process to convince myself to not want to date him.

We had been walking around the village the whole morning. So Alex suggested to go to one of the beaches.

Situated in a small bay, the place was private and there were not much people around. Only a few families and people playing in the water on the other side.

So we got in our swim suits. I preferred to lay for a bit in the pebble beach. Carmen stayed too while the others went to the sea.

"YN?"

I looked at her and took my sunglasses of.

"George... Well. I shouldn't tell you this. But he is kind of hurt"

"H-hurt?"

"Yeah. Because of your guy. You are best friends, YN. I know you owe him nothing because of it, but you always tell each other everything."

"I-I want to, Carmen. I really do. But... This guy... He wants to keep it a secret"

Carmen nodded slowly.

"I... Will tell him, just..."

"NO FUCKING WAY!" We heard Alex exclaim. We looked at the guys in the sea. They were looking at someone. A couple of guys walking in their direction. I sharpened my sight and gasped.

"No fucking way, indeed" I muttered.

"Is that Lando?" Carmen asked.

"He is, yes"

I pushed the sunglasses up to the bridge of my nose. I was feeling shivers on my skin. This was supposed to be my chance to get him out of my head and there he was, looking like a Calvin Klein model as he walked through the waves. I felt my mouth salivating at the sight. He looked so fucking good. It was not fair.

"I didn't know he was coming."

"He wasn't, he was going to travel with his friends."

"What a coincidence!"

"Yeah"

I felt my knees shaking because this would change a lot of things. Maybe he just came to say hi. Don't move and he won't notice you are here. But at the same time, I was desperate to talk to him.

"How are things with him?"

I swallowed and hoped that Carmen didn't see my nervousness.

"Good, really good. We are close. And after... You know"

"Yeah..."

"I'm glad he was there"

"George said he spent the whole night looking for you. That's why he saw what happened"

"What?" I looked at her.

"Yes. Didn't you know it?"

I told her no with my head.

"Oh, well..."

I looked at Lando. He was looking for me at that party. Why?

He caught me looking and lifted his hand, gifting me with a warm smile and a wave. I answered in the same way and laid back on the sand. I was even more confused right now.

"He is cute" I heard Carmen say before leaving to the sea with George.

I tried to ignore all the thoughts in my head and concentrate on the sea, but soon there were drops of water falling over me and the sun had disappeared. I opened my eyes. Lando was crunched down next to me with the cutest smile on his face. If it wasn't because we were in public and all our friends were there, I would have kissed him. He had no right. He was looking so perfect.

"Hi Missy" He whispered.

"Hi Lando" I smile and sat. His hair was wet and more curly than usual.

"Why are you here alone?"

"I wanted to lay here for a bit" I said with a smile.

"Everything is okay, right?"

I felt my heart beating faster. Way faster than it should.

"Yes" I smiled and he did too. "What the fuck are you doing here, Lando?"

He laughed and sat next to me.

"I told Max that we should go to the beach. He booked the hotel and we are staying there until Thursday. And I heard in a coffee shop that there was a bunch of famous drivers walking around the village and I was like, NO WAY, are they my famous drivers? And here you are."

I laughed.

"Life is weird"

"It is" Lando looked at the see. "But I'm glad we found each other here"

I looked at him. I am so fucked up.

"Tell me, how is the yacht. I saw the stories on Instagram but I didn't know you were coming here"

"It's wonderful. You could come later with us. Max too."

"Shit, do you know Max? Come here, you have to meet him"

Lando pulled me by the hand. Of course I knew Max, but Lando didn't even let me speak.

"Max! Here is YN. The last one you have to meet"

"I knew everyone, muppet. And I know her!"

"Hi Max"

"Hi YN. The kid is excited because he has seen his friends."

I laughed a bit and looked at Lando.

"I told him that you two should come with us tonight. To the yacht. "

"We will, right?"

Lando nodded eagerly.

"You really knew each other"

"I know you since we were kids, Lando. Who was there too? Max."

"Oh, shit right."

...............................

I put some cream on my skin. I was sitting in front of the mirror. My freckles were a bit darker because of the sun and my hair was a mess because of the humidity. But it was the summer look and I loved it. The guys had decided to launch a party on the yacht, so we had to look good and all of that. We would spend the night in the port so Max and Lando could go back to their hotel whenever they wanted to.

I left the room with a satin dress and no shoes, we were in our boat after all. I felt good and pretty. But I felt nervous. The last party I had gone to didn't end up well and even though it was going to be us and some other people who they knew from other boats, I felt that something in the pit of my stomach. When I left my cabin, Alex and Lily were leaving theirs.

"Look at you! You look so pretty"

"You are always too nice, Lily"

"Tell her she looks amazing," She said patting Alex's arm.

"You really do, YSN."

"Someone you want to impress?" Lily asked moving her eyebrows.

"You, actually. Quite happy now"

The three of us laughed and went to the deck, where everyone was already having some snacks and the first drink.

"Quelle belle dame" I heard as I walked out. Obviously, Pierre was already walking toward me. With a hand on my waist, he leaned and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, Pierre". I answered nicely. Once again, no shyness, no nervousness. Nothing.

I walked away from him as I felt some people looking at me. It made me feel a bit anxious. Other times, I would grab a beer and try to forget, but now the idea of drinking the slightest bit of alcohol made me dizzy. So I grabbed a water bottle and wandered around my friends and unknown people.

An hour or so passed until I felt a hand on my arm.

"Hey"

A huge smile appeared on my lips as I looked at him. Lando looked incredibly good today. He was wearing his white shirt half-opened and showing his chest.

"Hi"

"Um... You look really pretty today"

I blushed.

"Thank you, you looked amazing too"

He grinned too.

"Are you feeling OK?"

I nodded.

"Just a bit overwhelmed. I would have already drank that anxiety away"

He gave me a worried look.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

I smiled a bit and touched his arm.

"I am. Really. It's a sour memory. But all of you are here. There are not many people, I can take it"

"Just tell me, okay? If you are feeling... I don't know, weird or something. I can stay with you. Or you can just go to your room. I forgot you had one. Sorry. You really don't need to tell me. I don't want to..."

I smiled a bit. He went full-on rambling. He was scratching the back of his neck, but couldn't look into my eyes. He was fidgeting with his rings and his cheeks were pink.

"I'm just saying it because I'm glad to help. W-we are friends and... Fuck. I'm bad at this. I don't even know why I try"

My heart melted at his words. He was looking at his feet

"Hey, it's okay. Y-you really don't need to give me a speach or something. I already know"

"You know?"

I nodded.

"Thank you, Lando"

"You can talk to me whenever you like. Feel free"

I blushed a bit when he smiled. He was so perfect.

I leaned and kissed his cheek.

"See you around, okay? Don't you dare to leave without saying goodbye, Norris."

"I won't, YSN"

I walked around for a bit, finding George minutes later. I hugged his side and he smiled.

"Is Lando okay?"

"He was worried. Because of what happened, you know"

"He is so sweet" Carmen said.

"He is, yes" For the first time, I let my guard down. George looked at me with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He... He is really nice to me"

I stayed with George, Carmen, Alex and Lily for a while, dancing and laughing at stupid things and forgetting a bit about the anxiety. As people got drunker and music became noise instead of songs, I decided to cross the yacht and find a calm place to relax for a bit. Luckily, I didn't see anyone on my way to the stern. The boat was so big, that I had to take the stairs to get to the little terrace there.

I sighed when I found the door. I grabbed the knob and pushed it to the side.

I gasped a bit when I saw a couple of feet, almost leaving before realizing who it was. I bit down a smile and walked out slowly. Lando had his phone in hand and was looking at me with a tiny smile.

"Why are you here all alone?"

"Are you flirting?" I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Obviously"

"I wanted some peace. Max is wasted and I know I will have to take him to the hotel so... Relaxing it's nice"

"Oh. You don't have to leave, really. We can put him to sleep on my bed. There are a thousand sofas here, too" I leaned against the door.

"No, don't worry" He smiled and let his phone fall on the couch. "I suppose you wanted some peace too"

I nodded.

"Come here then. I can be quiet."

"Let me doubt that."

"I can. I have been quiet before."

He had. After the amazing sex on Zak Brown's car, after the failed 69, after our first lesson when we watched a film and I fell asleep. He could be so welcoming that it was scary.

I walked out and closed the glass door behind me.

He patted his side and I sat next to it. Looking over the railing, I saw the lights of the village, the moon on the sea, other boats...

"It's really beautiful in here." I said smiling. "How did you find it?"

"I'm not gonna lie, Max did it. Our other friends are joining us in two days."

"And you wanted some time alone with him?" I said with a playful smirk.

He smacked my thigh and I laughed. My dress didn't cover it, so the skin-skin sound made it more dramatic. He laughed and leaned his head back, looking at the stars.

"I can't believe you are all here." He said and closed his eyes. "It's like if the universe wanted us to be together during the break. Like... These guys spend the whole year travelling together. A few more weeks won't hurt"

I smiled softly. Even when I didn't want to have any contact with him during the break, it felt correct now. The whole day did. When we played in the sea, when we bought ice creams in the village.

"They won't hurt."

I felt bold, so I sat closer to him and ran my hands through his hair. The humid air made it look fluffy and curler. Lando was insanely handsome today. He smiled, his face turning into a sweet grin. I let my finger wander around his face, following his super straight nose first and then running over his cheek to his side. Would I be overstepping if I kissed him? His soft plum lips were super inviting, as much as the moles on his face and neck.

"What are you doing, missy?"

"You have a nice face, Lando"

He opens his eyes and smiled.

"A nice face?"

I nodded and kissed his temple. Getting comfortable, I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged his arms.

"Pierre spent so much time talking about you"

I bit my lip.

"Did he?"

"I think he truly likes you"

"Pierre wants to fuck me, Lando"

"And you don't? He is Pierre Gasly. Everyone is into him"

"Not me"

"But you did..."

"Not anymore."

We stayed silent after that. The waves from the sea and the stupid music from the other side of the yacht were the only sounds.

"Hey. I have an idea"

I looked up and smile.

"What idea?"

He grinned.

"You can say no"

"Last time you say that I think we had sex"

We both laughed. His hand came to rest on my hip, caressing slowly its way up.

"You want sex, Lando? C'mon. I'm sure there are some girls back there." Even when it hurt, I couldn't understand why he wanted me. "It's a lesson? You want lessons on summer break?"

He chuckled a bit.

"It's not a lesson" He whispered.

"Then?" I felt the nerves wash over me.

"You said... Right when I made you cum like 40 times"

"Wasn't it three?" I chuckled.

"Let me finish..." He said exasperated. "You said you owe me one."

I gasped a bit. What the fuck?

"There is something"

He turned into his blushy shy self.

"Ok" I decided to not press then.

"I have never done the dry humping thing"

"What? Lando, everyone has done that. Like, it's impossible to not to"

"YN."

"Lando"

"Fuck. I have never come from it"

I bit my lip.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"But... Not even when you were a kid? Well, not a kid, a teen. Like 15-16. With your first girlfriend"

He ran his hands through his hair and pulled the roots slightly.

"YN, I looked 10 when I was 16. I wasn't good with girls. I was just good with cars"

"O-oh".

He grabbed my hand and played with my fingers.

"You were cute"

"I looked like a kid. Nobody was into me."

I cupped his chin and kissed his cheek.

"That means nothing, Lando. It really doesn't define you. You are not the people you date"

He looked at me with big green eyes. Carefully, I touched his lower lip and he panted a bit. Fuck. He was so perfect.

"Why me? You look so good today, you are so..."

"Awkward?"

"Charming, Lando. You have a charm. You are really fun and... I don't know... Why me? You can have anyone else"

"So do you. And here you are." He whispered.

I gasped. I looked into his eyes. I knew why I was here. I was here because I couldn't stop looking at him. Because he had made me stop liking the guy I was into. Because I had a bunch of stupid and confusing feelings and I didn't know how to deal with them. But, was he feeling the same? Had this Sex Education course of us made him feel these things?

Lando was looking at me in such a way that made my legs shaky. His arm around me and his hand on my was were slowly tightening their grip, bringing me closer to his side.

"Lando..."

"You can leave" He whispered right over my lips.

"I don't want to" I said slowly caressing his nose with mine.

My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned a bit more. A shiver ran up and down my spine when Lando slightly tilted his head and his lips touched mine. I could feel his breath and the soft skin on his face. The hand that wasn't on my waist, grabbed my leg softly. His fingers curled around my knee and pulled it over his lap.

"What if somebody comes?" I said opening my eyes and looking into his.

"I don't really care about it right now, but we can go to your cabin if you want to"

I smirked and told him no with my head.

"Little freak" He groaned. He kissed me then, nice and deep.

I moaned on his mouth, not ready for such intensity, but followed his lead anyway. If Lando was good with something, it was his mouth. His kisses always let me longing and wanting for more. He could make my knees weak just by that.

As his tongue played with mine, I climbed on his lap. His big hands kept me there in place, not letting me move and not letting me accomplish my mission.

"Let me..."

"Shh. I want to enjoy this a bit more. I'm sure I'm not gonna last when you have been looking like this the whole night" He said playing with my dress. I blushed so hard. I didn't know it had affected him like that. I loved the dress and I loved how I looked in it.

"Really?"

"Really what?"

"Do you think I look that good?" I asked shyly.

"You look so perfect" He whispered and leaned over my lips. I gasped and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he pressed his lips on my cheek.

I grabbed his shirt with tight fists and let him do his thing. With one hand on my neck and the other on my hip, Lando travelled around my neck and shoulders, leaving little kisses and bites in those places I had told him the last time. It was delicious. The breeze against his saliva on my skin and his warm lips on some other place. The little hums he made when sucking softly made me pray for not having marks after this.

Without asking, because he knew that I would stop him anytime if I needed it, Lando pushed one of the thins straps of my dress down my shoulder. It fell easily, letting my breast bare in front of him. With a hand, he made me straighten my back so my chest was exposed to him now.

Looking into my eyes, Lando whispered "You really are one of the most perfect things I have seen" I whimpered at that.

He was too much. He couldn't look at me with those eyes and say those things. Not when I was this weak, when I was at his complete mercy, half-naked in a boat with our friends partying only a few meters away.

"Lando..."

"I want you to make me come, YN" He said kneading my breast with his hand.

I nodded slowly and kissed him again. He hummed in my mouth as I situated myself over his crotch. He was already hard, so as he pinched my nipple, I dragged my centre over him and both of us whimpered.

I hunched my dress over my hips and adjusted my underwear, letting it apply more pressure on my clit.

"D-do you do this often?"

"Pillows..."

"Fuck... That's hot. I h-have seen it on porn"

I chucked and rolled my hips again.

"Oh fuck" He gasped. "Why has no one done this to me?"

I laughed and went to open the fly of his jeans.

"What..."

"Shh"

I pulled them a bit down. His boxers hide nothing and the sight was delicious. I licked my lips and his fingers gripped my thighs hard.

Once again, I pressed myself against him and moved my hips. Both of us whimpered now. His hands went to my ass and he gave me a light slap on each cheek. Fuuuck, what are you doing, Lando?

Lando leaned and caught my nipple with his lips.

"Oh shit, Lando"

He ran his tongue over it and the pleasure just made me move faster and faster. I was despereate for a release and so was him, gripping hard into me and guiding my movements as I dragged my cunt over his member.

"Fuck...It feels so good" He moaned. I put a finger over his lips

"Don't make a sound, Norris" I groaned on his ear and then bit it. I was feeling my orgasm close, but I was better masquerading the sounds.

"Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Look at you, YN" He pinched my nipples.

I pressed my hands on his chest, using them to help my movements as I dragged our orgasms closer.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned and let his head fall back. "I'm not gonna last, fuck." Then added when he started bucking his hips up.

"Me neither, Lando. It feels so good"

Like two horny teenagers, we were grinding on each other. He was hard and ready for a release and my wetness was reaching his underwear now. Deciding that I needed more to come, I freed my other breast and put both of his hands on them. He bit his lip and let me move his fingers. He was perfectly capable of doing it alone, but there was something about his hands under mine, about guiding him... It drove me crazy. The added pleasure but my sensitive clit brushing over and over again over him, made me shake like mad.

"I'm close" I whined.

"Cum for me, YN. Come on. You are doing so good" Fucking Lando and fucking praising kink he made me get.

I came hard, curling on his chest but not stopping moving. His arms snaked around me and one of his hands grabbed my ass and helped me move.

"Kiss me" He pleaded. I cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Soon he came with a broken moan being silenced by my lips. I smiled and pulled back. Lando followed my lips stealing one last kiss before letting himself melt on the couch.

"Fuck YN" He muttered running his hands over his hair. "Come here, missy. Let's cuddle a bit"

I laughed and nestled on his chest, finding the most comfortable position to recover a bit. He pressed his cheek against my head and I felt at home.

"I can't believe I have already cum on my underwear twice" His chest vibrated with a laugh and I looked at him without muving much.

"Like a teen"

"I wish I had you to get all my first times" He muttered over my lips. "Everything is so easy with you, no pressure."

My heart was beating fast.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"I... Wow"

He smiled and kissed my lips.

"Max and you could stay here tonight. And tomorrow" I said in a low tone. I didn't want to sound too desperate, but I definitely was. "For breakfast at least. And to take a swim."

He smiled.

"I was definitely thinking of staying tonight, but I will talk to Max tomorrow."

My cheeks warmed.

"Okay"

I cupped his face and gave him a slow and deep kiss.

"I think I should take my underwear off, right?" He muttered when we broke apart.

"Definitely"

That night, we put Max to sleep on my bed with a lot of patience. Then Lando grabbed my hand and we found a place to sleep, crashing on different sofas but talking till he fell asleep.

That night left me with something new in the pit of my stomach. A new feeling that I hadn't felt in a while.

Sorry if it took too long, had a few problems and I managed the best I could. Hope you like it!!

Next part: Sun and Waves.

[leafsprompts]

bo burnham. inside quotes.

“ i’m bored.” “ interesting, now leave me alone.” “ sorry that i look like a mess.” “ i had a haircut but it got rescheduled.” “ i made you your favourite.” “ [name’s] been a little depressed.” “ it might not help but it couldn’t hurt.” “ i’m a special kind of white guy.” “ i’ve self reflected and i wanna be an agent of change.” “ i wanna leave this world better than i found it.” “ i don’t wanna do that.” “ i’m really fucking sorry.” “sexting: it isn’t sex, it’s the next best thing.” “ um, what the fuck is going on ?” “ how am i thirty ?” “ yeah .. i am not feeling good.” “ all my clothes are dirty so i’m smelling like a bag of shit.” “ there’s gotta be a better way.” “ oh em gee, that is just my luck.” “ i haven’t had a shower in the last nine days.” “ maybe i should just shut the fuck up.” “ fuck their wives, drink their blood.” “ welcome to the internet.” “ we’ve got mountains of content. some better, some worse.” “ here’s a tip for straining pasta.” “ apathy’s a tragedy and boredom is a crime.” “ amateurs can fucking suck it.” “ i got a boyfriend and i’m crazy about him.” “ should i burn it ? is burning it bad ? what should i do with it ?” “ if we stick together, who knows what we’ll do.” “ it was always the plan to put the world in your hand.” “ the fbi killed martin luther king.” “ that is how the world works.” “ i hope you learned your lesson.” “ don’t you know the world is built with blood ?” “ that’s pretty abstract.” “ another night on my own.” “ you say the oceans rising like i give a shit.” “ you’re not gonna slow it.” “ heaven knows you tried.” “ well, well, look who’s inside again.” “ come out with your hands up, we’ve got you surrounded.” “ you say the whole world ended ? honey, it already did.” “ who wants a coffee ‘cos i’m doing a run.” “ i’m writing down the orders now for everyone.” “ don’t be scared.” “ don’t be shy.” “ come on in, the waters fine.” “ now my stupid friends are having stupid children.”

+ bonus: inside outtakes.

“ you owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent. ” “ this is a song about a chicken. ” “ spider hiding in the corner ! ” “ what the fuck is going on ? ” ” i refuse to do dishes ever again in my fucking life. ” “ my least favourite word, by the way, is injustice. ” “ i jumped up on the coffee table. ” “ um, no, fuck that. ” “ i am so cool. what a cool thing to do. ” “ fuck you dude, fuck you. ” “ am i going crazy ? maybe, maybe not. ” “ am i kinda hot ? ” “ i’m done being sad. ” “ i ain’t afraid of no spider. ” “ i am a weird looking dude. ” “ i’d rather put a gun in my mouth than do another dish. ” “ our doing isn’t done and our done-ing isn’t did. ” “ oh, my phone makes me sad. ” “ tell me what you feel right now.  “ i’m living in the future. ” “ am i real or am i dying ? ”

[dark-elf-writes]

ROUND TWO! It is still technically tomorrow so yeah.... 😁

-(Remus. Safety. A port in the storm while everything shattered around him.)

Oh honey, hugs all of the hugs. This whole passage is fucking beautiful. The moment of Harry realizing Shouta is testing him and appreciating it. Recognizing where the adults in his life failed him and seeing that the man in front of him won't fail his students in the ways Harry was failed. AAAHHHH

-(Dark eyes looked him up and down. “Take ten. No need to traumatize them by throwing a zombie at their feet.” 

Harry scoffed, edging around Shouta to open the door he hadn’t bothered locking (anyone who could break into UA and get past all of the staff to a top floor flat and could get around Bill’s wards deserved to steal his shit honestly) and shooting the man a rather unimpressed look even as he nodded for him to follow. “I know damn well you own a mirror being married to Yamada so the only other options are you’re blind and just a very good actor or you’re so deep in denial you truly believe you don’t look worse than I do and I’ve literally died four times.”)

AAHAHAHAHUENJDSAKGNR CALL HIM OUT! but for real I love this. We see sassy Harry and Shouta, sir, pot kettle. ahahaha

-(Twenty teenagers looked back at him, eyes bright with suspicion as they shifted their stances to cover the little girl in their midst. The little girl who had no problem popping her head around a massive shoulder to beam at Harry and Shouta as they approached. 

“Hi, Harry-san!” The white haired girl waved. “Did you bring more cookies?”)

Leave it to the tiny human to relieve the tension of the room. And sassing Bakugou to boot. Love it.

-(With a shriek of laughter Eri launched herself from the green haired kid’s back and wormed her way between the protective gathering of teenagers to collide with Harry’s leg, going up on her toes to check the container. “Where’s Teddy?”

“With Weasley-Sensei. If your dad is okay with it you can come over for dinner tonight to see them.” 

She didn’t so much as look at Shouta. “Dad says yes.”)

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 THIS SWEET HILARIOUS CHILD! I CAN'T SHE MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS! The only thing that would have made this better is if Hizashi had been present to witness it.

-(This time, Harry did smile, letting every shattered piece of himself show in the lopsided lift of his lips. Let them see the boy he was: fifteen and so fucking angry at the unfairness of everything, sixteen and terrified of the monsters that lurked around every corner, seventeen and tired down to his very bones. Let them see the reflection looking back at them. 

One child soldier to twenty. )

god fucking damn the absolute beauty in the writing here. dsjabcim I'm speechless. 10000000000/10

-(“You look like a fucking fetus.” Bakugou hissed. “How the hell can you be a Top Ten?” )

Cackling at this. Just the phrasing. Hit me right in the funny bone for some reason🤣🤣

-(“Dormant.” At the kid’s surprised blink, Harry shrugged. “I have a no slur policy when it comes to my students. That includes against themselves.” Which had been developed the exact moment Aoyama hissed the word. Not that Harry was going to tell them that. )

Yup good policy, timing don't matter. Nope not at all.

-(they are in my top five most terrifying sisters)

Who's number one? Ginny or Hermione because I feel like that could go either way lmfao

-THE ENTIRE END NOTE OF CHAPTER SEVEN HAD ME LAUGHING TO TEARS

-(“Welcome to the world, cub,” Harry breathed, pulling back to press a kiss to Teddy’s temple. “You hungry?” 

Teddy let out a jaw cracking yawn, rubbing at their eyes with the back of their hands, and blinked at him uncomprehendingly. After a second, they nodded. )

AAAAWWEWW The mental picture of sleepy little Teddy is just javirughdxkwiaiurytlh;iwo I CAN'T

-(Harry shrugged. “Bragging rights, mostly. I’m in a new country at a new job with very little of my reputation carrying over and only to a select few people who already knew about me anyway. All of you are the next generation of heroes and will more than likely make up a second chunk of the Top Fifty in the next few years. I need something to prove to my kid that I’m still cool when they inevitably decide one of you is their second favorite hero.” 

Disbelieving eyes came from all around the room. Well, except for Asui and Sero. As the two with the most experience with young children, there was not so much as a flicker of doubt in their eyes that street cred with a seven year old was Harry primary motivation. Harry smiled back  at all of them, unrepentant. )

Believe him guys. Believe him. 🤣🤣🤣And he's not wrong, room full of the future? He doesn't stand a chance at being his kid's favorite if he doesn't work for it🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(“If your ghosts try to convince you that dying is fun, just know that they are liars and it absolutely is not.” 

______

From the moment they had first met their new sensei, Izuku had been pretty sure that he was, on some level, completely fucking insane. )

THE PLACEMENT OF THESE SENTENCES IS FUCKING PERFECT👩‍🍳💋 🤣🤣🤣

-(One singularity recognizing another. )

I'm going to keep sounding like a god damn broken record but this entire passage is fucking poetry. Like fucking hell, 'it was more than their shared green eyes. more than the bruised eyes and too thin cheeks. more than the massive scar that took up half of the man's face that seem to glow with an eerie green light." jdfaiuhganfvjfdkalghr Fucking master of words you are.

-(“ Excuse me? ” First hissed, materializing at Izukums shoulder with the same pissed off cat expression he had given Second after he broke Izuku’s laptop during movie night. 

“You’re excused.” Potter-sensei shrugged. Shrugged. Like dealing with angry ghosts was normal for him. )

ahshasjiafownejwlafnuju SASSY HARRY!!!!!

-Okay death calling Harry a disaster twink in the end note completes my entire existence.

-(There was a snort and Harry lifted his head enough to see an unmasked Snipe grinning at the two of them. “Ah yes, the first day ‘how did my teachers ever put up with me’ guilt. Bright side, you didn’t have a single broken bone in your class and there was no Nezu level threat against humanity as a whole so y’all did a damn good job.” 

“The bar is so low,” Hermione whispered in horror, setting Harry off in half hysterical giggles.)

Nezu level threat is the most terrifying thing to happen on a teacher's first day, bar none. nothing else. nope.

-(Harry blinked. “Since when are you on a first name basis with Aoyama?”

“Like two minutes ago, dad, keep up. They’re Aunt Fleur’s cousin and that makes us cousins so Yuuga is family and last names with family is weird unless it’s for a joke.” He didn’t have to look to know there was a duh expression on Teddy’s face,

“Did you ask Aoyama if you can use their first name, or did you assume?” Teddy’s silence was the only answer Harry needed. “Teddy—.”

point two seconds later

“Can I call you Yuuga because we’re cousins?” 

Teddy turned back to Harry, still wearing Aoyama’s face, and pointed at the teen over their shoulder. “See. Cousin.”)

KIDS ARE A GODDAMN MENACE AND I'M FUCKING LIVING FOR IT

-(A familiar snort had them turning to see a grinning Hizashi leaning over the back of the couch where Shouta was attempting to appear asleep. It would have been more convincing if the man wasn’t grinning into his sleeping bag. “That’s just parenting. If it helps, they can keep up with Eri so I highly doubt Teddy is going to cause too much damage.” 

They were probably right, but…

“Doesn’t one of those kids have shark teeth?”

“ Fuck.” )

Crying laughing oh my fucking god yes this is perfect

-There is something so special about how this moment between Nemuri and Hermione is written. True connection, not unnatural, just two women who have fought to protect their families and came out scarred and hurting relating and commiserating, stunning writing.

-(“If you stretched more, you could do it too.” Harry pointed out, slowly rising out of the stretch before bending backwards, more to annoy his brother than out of any real need for the stretch. His palms hit the mat behind him as he held the back bend without too much effort. 

Ron shuddered. “That’s horrifying to watch have I ever told you that?”

Harry took a few too-quick shuffle-crawl steps towards him, just to make Ron lurch back with a shriek. The shorter man hit the mat a second later, laughing too hard to keep himself up. )

NOT THE HORROR MOVIE IMPRESSION ahahahahahahahhahahahah

-(In the ring, Hermione missed the leg sweep sent from Hizashi and hit the mats hard. It didn’t seem to stop her as she turned to gape at him. 

“Harry James Potter are you telling me you saw Tom Riddles’ penis?” 

“No I’m telling Ron, Shouta, and Kayama. You just happened to be eavesdropping.” )

CACKLING!!!!!!!!!

-(Honestly, there were worse ways to go rather than being murdered by a beautiful woman. )

Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die!

-Shouta totally handed Ron his own ass, repeatedly and with glee

This is seven through nine! I'll be doing more tomorrow! I totally love this and want to keep going. I'm also interested in doing this with some of your other fics and maybe some tagged aus on here? if you're okay with it?

I’m loving this so much it’s such a delight to see all the parts you enjoy if you want to do it with other fics/aus as well I’m totally down just be aware that I will probably tell you that I love you platonically more than once.