#but idk we'll see !!! idk if I can pull that off

[skunkes]

ive only fully colored nyalon like. 2 times so i can still make changes and am excited to...

im too lazy to color rn so youll have to rely on text description but ive always loved fur designs where the hair and ears are the exact same color, + a separate color than the face. it looks like if you pulled on the ears the hair wld also come off like a wig LOL...i kinda wanna do that with him... recent quick little scribbles have had me blending hair + ears in dis fashion too

[dandyshucks]

everyone pray for me that i did not just give myself food poisoning (;･∀･)

[cerealmonster15]

rereading my treycater fic notes to remember where i was in the wip... oughh clutches my chest theres SO much i want to say in this one and it really will take me For Ever but god damn it i will see it though. eventually sdkfjldslkf

[ittyybittybaker]

Hiii I'd love to hear your fic ideas if you wanna share <33

Hiiii omg ok so besides the stuff I've talked about on here before, I've mostly been inspired by songs that I'm listening to lately! Here's a couple:

•one inspired by Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet by Fall Out Boy: where Neil and Kevin have some sort of arranged marriage for Mafia Reasons? It's Fem!Andreil, and in this AU Neil and her mom never left her dad and Neil was essentially betrothed to Kevin for Mafia Alliance reasons. Kevin is a professional exy player and tbh he doesn't really care about Neil at all, he just wants to PLAY. Andrew is Kevin's driver who's in love with Neil and they end up having an ~affair. it's told from Andrew's point of view and she's agonizing over it all when really Kevin and Neil are truly not in love and it's definitely a marriage of convenience bc's Kevin's gay and Neil's NEIL and only has eyes for Andrew. (I think I wanna call it 'Does Your Husband Know?')

•the other one I'm playing with is inspired by I think about you all the time by the Maine and is MUCH less involved lmao. This one's about Andrew and Neil's time apart after Andrew graduates/they're on different pro teams and they have to confront the fact that their something is in fact NOT nothing. Think more rom-com vibes for this one bc I am nothing if not a hopeless romantic. (I wanna call this one 'I Like The Thought (Of You Thinking Of Me)')

[intertexts]

OOO and. 19. smiles cutely :3 i love ur writing ros im going 2 chew on my computer more wip snippets pls i wanna read more wip snippets 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YAYAYAYAYYY hiii :33 <3 ASHE FOR U!!!!! i meant to watch pd tonight & accidentally got sucked into the tranches & now it is. midnight. oops.

[cheemken]

You bamboozled me. I fr thought Iris killed the Shadow Triad in the beginning. But then they show up to protect Iris from Ghetsis, and end up killing the their old employer

Iris must be a GREAT actress if she’s able to keep her cover during League meetings. Telling lies about where she was and why she couldn’t help during Kyurems rampage. Giving speeches to the public, reassuring them that whatever Team Plasma is planning the Unova League will be there to protect the people and stop Ghetsis from continuing this war

I imagine that a small group of people will eventually start questioning why Champion Iris is never there when Team Plasma is terrorizing a city/town. And that isn’t good, can’t have people getting suspicious. So to make up for her disappearances she gets someone she trusts, maybe the Shadow Triad or one of the sages, to command Kyurem in battle. Where she will go and help the people living in the city/town, playing her role as Champion. Even commanding her Pokémon to hit Kyurem with (weak) attacks in an attempt to get it to retreat

Also I’m not exactly sure, but do the public and Unova League know that Iris is Kyurems trainer? Or is it different in this AU? Like Hilda and Hilbert are known as the Hero’s of Truth and Ideals, but people don’t know that Iris is the Hero of Fate?

Omf cjxmdn hahaha low-key proud of that now since it got you hahah

Anyways uvu

Oh yeah def tho, idk if she and the other Champions are already well acquainted or smth, cause again I imagine Iris being a lil older in this like at least in her early twenties, so at that point maybe she and the Champions are a bit close, and ofc Diantha taught her how to play her parts well

When the people were acting all suspicious why she wasn't around, she'd tell them she was at Champion summits. Ofc, maybe Plasma became smart enough to attack while she's not around, knowing that she and her friends could easily stop them. But it's the timing yknow, when Iris was so fucking sure Hilbert and Hilda aren't around, that's when she'd strike too, when they're at their lowest, or when they're far away from where she is that the moment they'd get to Plasma, they'd be gone. It'd always slip within the twin heroes' grasps.

But yeah what you said, Iris probs trusted the Shadow Triad in handling Kyurem while she tries to "attack" them, so her image won't be that ruined to the public even more, and ofc the Shadow Triad understands that, and were more than happy that Iris trusts them that much. And true to their words, to their pledge to her, never in their mind have the thought of betraying her ever came up. They know how much of a threat she is even without Kyurem, and even going against Kyurem she'd always find a way to get the Boundary Pokémon on her side again.

As for the Hero of Fate thing, no I wanna say that the public doesn't know about Iris being a Hero. In the eyes of the Unovan people, there has always been, and always will be, two heroes. The thought of a third one was laughable. There were only two brothers. Two dragons. Only Truths and Ideals. Kyurem was the absence of those qualities, he is the absence of truths, and the absence of ideals; he is simply a shadow of those brothers, of those dragons, an empty husk, only known as a piece of Zekrom and Reshiram, not its own Pokémon. Yet they fail to see how it's him who holds the fate of those dragons. The Splicers, if he could get someone to use the Splicers, he would become one with Zekrom or Reshiram. Or maybe even both, becoming the Original Dragon once more. And once they fuse, they would submit to his commands, letting himself regain control again.

He never had a Hero for him, there was no third brother, but times had change, he knows he can find a worthy candidate for himself too. So he waited within the Giant Chasm, knowing one day someone worthy will be able to tame him and to use his powers, and once that day arrives, then they shall be the Hero who embodies fate; the one who will be the judge of peoples' lives, their word shall be spoken onto the heavens, and it will be set in stone, sealing their fate.

And she arrived.

Determined crimson eyes, flaring such a way it reminded him of Zekrom. Speaking her truth, telling him what's within her heart, what it desires, it reminded him of Reshiram. She wishes to challenge him, to prove how she is the perfect trainer for him, for she knows how to tap into the potential of Dragon Pokémon, and that piqued his interest. He stood fully now, looking down onto the determined trainer before him, calling out her first Pokémon. There was a grin on her face, and it gave him this sense of thrill.

He finally found the Hero of Fate.

[fstbmp-a]

...hooo, didn’t. finish the bios.

[scarletanpan]

I work only Sundays at my old job now an ik they must be struggling bc my manager just asked me how I'd like to run the am and pm bistro every Sunday. So I'd being doing a double every week just for fun ig. Highly considering it w how I need the money but like Damn...

[themirxcleisyou]

Desitions were made, Lets welcome the Hxzbin Hotel muses on the blog \O/

[sandersinabox]

Another night to feel lonely

[kinascum]

TAG! - M. STURNIOLO

SYNOPSIS: What happens when your brother's best friend pushes your boundaries in a thrilling encounter?

CONTENTS: nls!reader, explicit sexual content, strong language, power dynamics, degradation, chasing? primal? idk, no actual piv, oral (male), semi-public, humiliation.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

pt2 (chris)

You sit around the kitchen table of the cozy cabin, the glow of the moonlight spilling in through the windows, casting shadows across the well-worn Monopoly board. The laughter and banter of the evening's game slowly die down as the last few hotel properties are snatched up, and the bank is declared bankrupt. Your brother Nate, and his best friends, grin at each other, the competitive spirit still lingering in the air. It's late, and the yawns start to take over, signaling the end of the night.

The cabin's wooden floorboards creak as everyone heads to their designated sleeping areas. The fireplace crackles, casting a warm, flickering light across the room. You settle into your bed, but the excitement of the day keeps sleep at bay. The rustling of blankets and muffled snores from your brother's room reminds you that you're not the only one who remains restless.

The whispers of the night beckon you and you find yourself tiptoeing to the bedroom door. You peek into the hallway, noticing a sliver of light seeping out from under Matt's door. Curiosity piqued, you ease the door open to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, staring at the floor. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, looking up and catching your gaze.

"Yeah, it's like my brain won't shut up," you admit, stepping into the room. "Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

Matt nods, a glint in his eye. "How about we play a game to pass the time?"

Intrigued, you follow him out into the cool night, the crunch of gravel underfoot. The moon casts a silver path down to the lake, where the water laps gently against the shore. The air is alive with the scent of pine and the distant sound of an owl's hoot.

"Okay, I'll chase you," he says with a smirk, "and if I catch you, I win."

You laugh, thinking it's just a way to burn off some energy. "What do I get if I win?"

"We'll see," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready or not, here I come!"

And with that, he's off, his sneakers pounding the ground as he sprints towards you. You squeal, the thrill of the chase igniting your senses. As you dart away from him, the night air feels alive with electricity, your heart pounding in your chest. This is the kind of thrill you live for, the kind that makes you feel alive.

The game starts innocently enough, the two of you weg through the trees, laughing and panting. But as the minutes tick by, the adrenaline turns into something else. Something you've felt simmering between you for a while now, something you've been too scared to acknowledge. The wind carries the scent of him, a tantalizing mix of aftershave and pure masculine energy. Your skin tingles with anticipation, and you start to feel the heat building deep within you.

Matt's breath is hot on your neck as he catches up, his strong hands grabbing you around the waist. You gasp, feeling his solid body pressed against yours, the game turning into something much more primal. You can feel the heat of his body overcome yours, and it sends a shockwave through your core. This isn't just a game anymore; it's a dance of desire that you're both eager to explore.

He whispers in your ear, his voice thick with lust, "I win."

With a firm grip, he spins you around and pushes you to your knees. You look up at him, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in your eyes. He's serious. The gravity of the moment hits you like a ton of bricks, but you don't resist. You want this. You've wanted this for a long time.

He unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking in the stillness of the night, and unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "You know how this goes," he murmurs, stroking himself, watching you with a hungry gaze. "You're gonna let me use that pretty little throat?"

Your heart races as you lean in, your mouth watering despite the fear. You wrap your lips around him, and he groans, his hand tangling in your hair. He's not gentle, pushing deeper into your mouth, his grip tightening with every moan. The taste of him fills your senses, a mix of salt and earth, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. This isn't how you thought this night would go, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, it's like he's claiming you, and it turns you on more than you ever thought possible.

You try to keep up, but he's too much for you. You gag, and he laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Look at you," he says, "such a good little slut, take it." Spit trails down your chin, and your eyes water, but you don't stop. You can't. The thrill of it all is too intense.

"I bet Nate never knew what a whore you are," he murmurs, his voice low aging. "Letting me fuck your mouth out here like some cheap hooker." His words are like a slap in the face, but they only serve to make you wetter. Your eyes narrow as your brows chisel in, but you're his, and you're letting him do this to you. It's a power play, and you're both acutely aware of it.

"Oh, you're mad?" He laughs. The sound of branches underfoot in the distance makes your heart leap. "Better hurry up," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement, "or Chris might find you like this and want a taste" The thought sends a jolt of fear and arousal through you. "Oh, but you'd love that, being used by both your brother's best friends?" Your mind races. What would Nate think if he found you like this? What would Nick do? The possibility of getting caught only adds to the thrill.

Matt's hand moves to your chin, holding it in a firm grip as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. "Take it, baby," he growls, his hips bucking against your face. "You like it, huh?" You nod, unable to speak with his cock lodged in your throat, you mumble around his shaft. You do love it. The degradation, the power he has over you in this moment, it's intoxicating.

Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out, coming all over your face and chest. You collapse back onto the ground, gasping for air, your heart racing and your eyes like storms behind shed tears. He wipes his dick off your shirt, smiling down at you like he's just conquered the world. "You've always been mine, don’t get mad now," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. He leans down, his hand on your jaw suddenly pulls away and the sing on your face is accompanied by the hot spit thrown at you. "Mine to use whenever I want."

The night air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and you can't help but feel a little bit used. But you don't care. You're his, and that's all that matters. The tension between you is palpable, the line between friendship and something darker is now irrevocably blurred. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting him on your lips, and wonder if this is the start of something new.

As you both catch your breath, the sound of footsteps grows louder. Panic flares in your chest. "we have to get back." You stumble to your feet, your legs wobbly from the intense experience. Matt chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants.

Together, you sneak back towards the cabin, your heart pounding in your ears. As you enter the cabin, you see the light from Nate's room is now off. Did he hear you? Did he know what was happening outside?

You slip into your bed, your body still humming with desire, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. The lines between friendship and lust have been crossed, and there's no going back.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss @stasiesturn @jetaimevous @solarsturniolo @watercolorskyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @meowira @secretagentspy @shadowthesim @baileysturns

love, paz<3

[starboye]

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

wanrings: smut, blowjob, cursing

summary: giving vinnie head while he's streaming

a/n: idk how to feel about this one chat

"vin can we please do something else" you whine tugging his shirt lightly "y/n c'mon i'm streaming" vinnie says turning to look at you "you've been streaming for the past 5 hours cant you take some time with me" you plea "i promise we'll do something later" he says "but i wanna do something now" you continue to pester "inna a minutes i promise" vinnie reassures turning his focus back to the stream.

you walk back too your room and flop on the bed with a loud huff, you lay there for a while before conjuring a plan in your head so you get up and head back to vinnies room, sneakily crawling your way in and under vinnies desk "y/n whare you doing" vinnie asks glaring down at you "nothing" you nonchalantly say palming vinnies now hardening dick.

"this isn't funny" vinnie says with a hushed voice so the stream wouldn't hear him "well you didn't wanna do anything with me" you say slowly pulling his pants down before his cock springs out "please stop" vinnie pleas "do you really want me to stop" you say licking his tip "n-no" vinnie lowly says "then don't mind me you can go back to playing your game" you smile before sinking your mouth onto vinnies dick.

vinnie leans back up and goes back to gaming but with every lick you make on his tip or every time his dick hits the back of your throat he struggles to control his moans withe each one becoming more and more apparent "you good vin" one friend asks vinnie through is mic "ye-yeah just a little hungry" vinnie says silencing a moan "you sure" the friend asks "yeah im sure" vinnie reassures.

"are you sure vinnie" you say smacking his dick on your tongue making vinnie silently whine "you want me to all the way" you ask locking eyes with vinnie "please" vinnie whimpers lowly as his chat begins to blow up with messages "omg is vinnie getting head" "y/n's def under the desk" "not vinnie getting head" is a few vinnie sees before internally freaking out.

vinnie abruptly and quickly turns off stream to avoid anymore suspicion "looks like someone is desperate or this" you smirk "shut up just please keep sucking" vinnie groans throwing his head back in the chair "fine" you chuckle before sinking back onto his dick, bobbing your head up and down and working wonders with your mouth.

"fuckkk" vinnie moans out gripping the arm rests tightly, you continue working wonders with your mouth as vinnie sloppily trusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust upward "its so warm" vinnie huskily say "m'gonna cum" he moans pushing your head deeper on his dick.

his cum spurts deep in your mouth before he pulls out and watches the mess he made all over you face "swallow" vinnie murmurs, you oblige and swallow all his cum down with a big gulp "looks like you made a mess" you laugh licking the leftover cum and saliva from vinnies still twitching cock.

"yeah and sorry for not giving you the attention you needed earlier" vinnie sweetly says "eh you're good this was way better anyways" you grin "you look better covered in my cum" vinnie says "careful what you wish for or ill be milking this dick 24/7" you say "that not the worst idea" vinnie chuckles

[asterr1sk]

mirror sex with txt

mdni | this just came to my mind,, please be kind. it's my first time doing something more detailed than suggestive cw: sub fem! reader, overstimulation, brat taming, hair pulling, slapping, tied up (idk if missed out on any)

₊⊹ yeonjun

he would humiliate you. he gives off such big, brat-tamer vibes. i can't deny it. we can't.

he would force you to look at yourself in the mirror while he plays and teases you until you couldn't keep up and cry. even then, he will still wipe your tears away. you can't keep up with how many times he said “one more. it'll be the last, honey.” 

"i promise. this is the last." this is the fifth time he said that, and you felt like passing out in his arms. "i can't." you let out a breathy moan. he held your cheeks to show you how messy you got. "please let me cum," you whined again as you tried to keep your legs open for him. "like i said, baby, you can't yet." as soon as he said that, you felt a wave wash over and became weak. you heard him click his tongue, and he sat you upright, opening your legs again to slap your pussy. "what did i say?"

₊⊹ soobin

we all saw that selfie with the mirror on the ceiling, right? he’s freaky. i know it. 

he’s would be a mixture of yeonjun and huening kai. if you ask for it, he would be happy to be rough or soft with you. he also gives me someone who loves it when you grip his thighs when you can't do it anymore. idk idk 🤷‍♀️

you look up at the mirror above you, seeing his figure almost cover you completely. "you like what you see, darling?" he asked as he kept leaving markings on your neck down to your chest. in response, you let out a hum and grabbed his hair. he groaned, which made his kisses rougher. he loves it when you arch your back and your chest comes closer to his face. you felt his hand wander to your thigh and lift it up. "you look so pretty like this," he said, softly kissing your stomach.

₊⊹ beomgyu

he would tease you too. he's definitely the type to whisper in your ear, especially with his low voice.

now, knowing the power he has over you. he’ll command you to follow his words while he's not touching you, so you are left to squirm and whine at his mercy. someone stop me

"keep touching yourself, baby," he said as he just sat there behind you with a smirk. you tried your best to satisfy yourself, but you can't quite get there. you looked so pathetic in front of the mirror, fondling your desperate pussy. you needed him to touch you. you attempted to grind on his hard on, but he moved back, so you can't reach him. you whined, and in return, he just laughed at your cute little attempt.

₊⊹ taehyun 

hear me out. gym mirror sex.

he would lift you up, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. when he sits down, you are faced with the mirror, and all you can see is his back. he tells you that the moment you stop looking at the mirror to hide, it stops. 

"taehyun, please let me see you." you squirmed on his lap as you tried to keep up with the pace he put you on while his hands were on your hips. "we'll stop this, and you need to wait until we get home." you held on tighter to his shoulders and grinded harder. you saw how needy you got in the mirror, with your eyes slightly covered and your lips leaving small pecks on his ear. "do you want to wait?" he asked, stopping you from grinding. you shook your head. "that's it. continue then."

₊⊹ huening kai

he’ll be so loving and sweet. he will keep giving you compliments, whispering in your ear while he leaves soft kisses on your neck.

the second you look away, though, will cause him to lightly pull your hair, and it gets rougher every time you do it. and if i say, he wants to tie you up then what

"look at how cute you are," he said, kissing your shoulders and sucking on them to leave small purple marks. it was difficult to stare at yourself. you looked so dirty with your legs open and his fingers hovering over your pussy but he doesn't just play with it. you wanted to grab his hands so he could finger you already, but he tied your arms at the back with ribbons. you only looked away for a second, and his other hand was in your hair, pulling on them slightly. "i said look, right?"

[echobx]

bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom-

summary: reader is overstimulating Rafe, basically porn without plot

warnings: handjob, oral (male receiving), praise kink, p in v (unprotected)

word count: 873

author's note: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this 😭😭😭 I just woke up and got the urge for it idk. I hope you like it tho.

“You're being so good to me,” you coo and bat your lashes at the boy underneath you. You'd’ve never imagined that, of all people, Rafe would be a bottom, but the way he is babbling incoherently is making your arousal puddle in your tiny panties. “Can't do no more- oh god-” he pants as you keep on jerking him off and approaching his third orgasm that night. “You can give me one more, baby,” you pout before leaning down to kiss his pink tip, tasting the cum from his previous releases. Your tongue remains there, licking and slightly pressing against his slit until you hear his head fall back into the pillows and long white spurts of his cum land on your face, but mostly inside your mouth. Rafe is panting and even if you wanted to give in, you promised him to not do it. You promised to only stop once he's done to your liking, or if he utters the safe word, but you know he won't do that because he always has the need to prove himself to you. “No more, please,” he begs, and you smile up at him, your hand is still wrapped around his length, softly squeezing and slowly pumping. You give him a sweet and innocent smile, “but, baby, you said, until your balls are empty.” You cup his balls with your free hand, rolling them in your fingers and squeezing just enough to hear him whimper. “These don't feel empty to me, yet.” “Just one, please,” Rafe babbles and you purse your lips. “We'll see about that.” There's a spark in your eyes, one that he doesn't miss, and it nearly makes him cum again. He's completely overstimulated and tired, and sore, which he had never imagined possible.

And when your head dives down to lick a stride up his massive cock, he can't help but moan. He's fully at your mercy, and you love every single second of it. Teasing his tip with your tongue, sucking on it as if it was a popsicle before taking him fully. Letting him hit the back of your throat a few times, making him curse and whine with it.“Y/n, I'm gonna- please,” Rafe is almost pleading, but he would be dumb to say the one word that would make you stop. Especially when you start to take him even deeper, deep throating him until your nose presses against his pelvis. This is what he trained you for, and it's the best gift you could've given him. You slither your tongue along the base of his cock as you bop your head, and you can't stop your hips from grinding on his leg, desperately seeking your own release. It doesn't take much longer for Rafe to cum, his dick twitching inside your mouth and your eyes fixed on him. His face contorts with pleasure, his abs flex and his legs tremble beneath you as he fills your throat with his hot seed. But you don't even think about stopping. Swallowing hard around him, you keep on sucking him off, taking every last drop of his cum from him before letting your teeth lightly graze over him as you pull him out of you.

“Look at you, all fucked out,” you tease him and softly slap his dick against your cheek. “Can't- please, baby,” he mumbles, but you know he can, and you know he will. “Promise, just one more,” you say and sit up. “I feel so very empty, baby,” you coo, and he mewls a little but nods. You get up and free yourself of the tiny piece of fabric that had stopped you from fucking him before.

A loud moan escapes the both of you when you sink down on his semi. You love having Rafe under you, to be able to control him completely. But you love it even more to feel him get hard inside you, the way his dick twitches and the low whimpers that fall from his pretty lips. “You're such a good boy, Rafe,” you praise him as you start rolling your hips, feeling the stretch his cock gives you, makes you see stars every single time, but you continue nevertheless. “Love you so much, baby,” he muses, and you lift yourself up, slowly and deliciously, before ramming down. You know he can't keep it together for long when you do this, but that was the goal. “Fuck- keep going- love you,” he babbles as you bounce on him and just minutes later he spills into you, groaning as he finishes, and you lose yourself in it. Clenching around him and screaming his name as you come undone and fall to his chest. “Do I have to say it?” Rafe asks through heavy pants, his hand stroking over your back. “Five is a good score,” you giggle breathlessly. “Next time, it's your turn,” Rafe sighs, and you can feel him drift off into sleep, while his dick is still buried deep inside you.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[sonarspace]

more than friends, suguru geto

a/n: happy late 420...not proofread cause its 1am so bare with me if there are any mistakes 💔 content: getting high (kinda?), smut (oral, fem recieving. sex. missionary? mating press? idk what else 😭). wc: 3.6k

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you haven't seen him in two years. you had decided to go abroad to study for masters and stay there until you graduated. but your new home didn't feel like home because it didn't have him there. you've missed your friends especially suguru. he made everything feel better. you could get through anything as long as he was by your side.

between working and classes and the time difference you tried your best to stay in contact with him. he'd pick up your call any time of the day. hearing your voice was enough to make his day better. even a text from you would suffice. but when he didn't even get those, he'd be in a pissy mood. even more so when satoru would tease him "girlfriend didn't text you today, huh."

"shut up satoru. she's not my girlfriend." he fights back. oh how he wishes you were. so when you gave him the news that you were coming back he was elated. beyond elated actually. he immediately responds back asking for your flight details so he could pick you up. but you denied.

"i'll come over instead," you tell him on the phone flopping down on the couch with a smile you couldn't wipe off. you were thrilled at the prospect of being in his company once more. "i don't want our first meeting after two years to be in my airport clothes," you giggle. and he hums in thought. "okay, sweet cheeks. i'll see you then," and you could hear the joy in his voice as he hangs up the phone.

as your on your way to the airport you recieve a text from suguru.

⁞ suguru: change of plans, satoru's throwing a party, so we'll meet there. or do you wanna meet before and go over to his place?

⁞ you: why's satoru throwing a party?

↳ ⁞ suguru: because he's satoru.

↳ ⁞ you: makes sense.

⁞ you: don't think we'll be able to meet before the party. plane lands at 8 😿

↳ ⁞ suguru: i'll see you at the party then. have a safe flight, sweet cheeks 😸

as soon as you land, you grab a taxi and make your way to the hotel. you take a quick shower and change into a creamy ivory dress that hugs your body with thick straps adorning your shoulder. you take a look in the mirror before leaving and your cheeks are flushed at the thought of finally seeing him. luckily, satoru's location isn't too far from where you're staying so you grab a coat and walk to his place.

you buzz the doorbell once and then twice before satoru's presence graces you. he shouts your name in excitement and pulls you in for a tight long hug. as you hug him back you can't help but notice the smell of alchol and weed coming from inside.

he pulls back for a moment to admire you "i missed you," he murmurs as he places a sweet kiss on your forehead and hugs you once more. "missed you too satoru," you giggle trying to not get emotional.

"there's someone else who's missed you more than me though," he nudges your shoulder. "where is he?" you ask him. "come on," he shuts the door behind you but his penthouse is dark as you move in. he grabs your hand and pulls you in further. he flicks the light switch and you're met with a crowd yelling "surprise!"

you jump back and let out a laugh in shock. squealing as your closest friends make their way towards you. they all take turns hugging you and you're a blushing mess as he finally emerges from the crowd and comes over to you.

"hey," everything and everyone melts in the background. all you can see is him. his hair is longer as it drapes over his shoulder. his skin is covered in light facial hair. he seems taller. broader even. his eyes do a quick once over your figure.

"hi," you whisper feeling shy under his gaze. "no hug for me?" he teases. you laugh as you pull him in and he moves down to hug your shorter frame. your eyes close involuntarily as you hug him tight. you can feel the muscles he’s grown under his dress shirt. unable to control himself his nose pokes into your neck as he feels the familiarity of your smell wash over him. a mix of honey and cocoa butter. home sweet home, he thinks.

you finally break the hug and you feel everyone's gaze on the two of you. sure the two of you were not dating, but everyone knew you wanted each other. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. you clear your throat as you look around, feeling a little awkward. it was so much easier when you talked on the phone, you think to yourself.

"want a drink?" he asks bringing you out of your thoughts. "yes, please."

"a margarita," you say together. "i remember," he smiles.

your social battery starts to drain as the night goes on and your friends ask you a ton of questions about your two yesrs abroad. suguru's leaning on a wall as he chats with nanami. his eyes kept finding their way back to you and yours to his. you looked an angel in the midst of everyone. all he could see was how the light on you shines brighter than everyone else.

"help me," you mouth to him when his eyes meet yours. he pushes off the wall and makes his way over to you, "excuse me everybody," he enunciates and breaks the circle of people surrounding you. "i think our guest is tired from her long flight, so i'm going to drop her off," he annouces as he grabs your hand.

you're not sure if its the little bit of alcholic coursing through you but his touch feels electric. a blush creeps up your neck as you he grabs your hand and pulls you through "you're just saying that because you want her all to your self." shoko speaks up. you chuckle as he rolls his eyes as he makes a face at shoko.

"want the last brownie?" satoru offers with a sly grin as you reach the door. "sure, im starving". you say. "aw shucks there's only one left," satoru fake pouts. "i'm good," suguru comments.

you break it in half and offer it to suguru "no, it's okay." he says but you push the half into his hand anyway. satoru gives you a quick hug and whispers "it's an edible". you gasp and pull away. "SATORU GOJO! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE I ATE IT." you almost scream with annoyance.

"it's not strong, don't worry." he puts his hand up in defense. "it's an edible," you turn to suguru frustrated. "satoru, what the fuck?" suguru sighs. "you both seem nervous, it'll just help you feel better. plus it doesn't even have the same effect since you both halved it."

an annoyed pout makes it way on your face and suguru punches satoru in the arm in your defence. "you fucked up her mood, dipshit." however that stupid smile doesn't leave satoru's face, "you'll thank me later." he says as he bids you both goodbye.

"you've never had an edible before," suguru asks as you both walk out of the building. "no, how does it feel like?" you huff. "well it depends on the person. it could make you feel happy, hungry, sleepy, peaceful, or even horny. heh. but don't worry. i don't think it'll have the same effect on us cause we didn't take that much." he side eyes you.

you continue walking with a bit of distance between the two of you. it wasn’t like that before you purse your lips in thought. "look," he points. "it's your favorite." your eyes follow where he's pointing and you spot a stall selling yakitori. "wanna get some?" he offers. "yessss, please" you chirp excitedly. you sit on a bench across the stall as suguru grabs you a plate and two water bottles. "to sober up," he says as he places them near you.

you quickly down two sticks and suguru stares at you in quiet amazement. he couldn't believe you were here. sitting next to him and eating yakitori so joyfully. "you look beautiful," the words flow out of his mouth before he can stop himself. you choke on a bite as his words catch you off guard. "woah," he chuckles quietly as you cough multiple times and gain back your composure. "note to self to not compliment you while you're eating or i could end up killing you," he jokes making you laugh. "shut up," you meek out through your fit of laughter.

you turn on your side to face him, "you look really... really..." you're at a loss for words. "wow, thanks for the compliment sweet cheeks," he mocks. "nooo, you just look really really good, can't think of enough words. it's the weed making my brain fuzzy." and he guffaws.

"that's not how it works..."

"does so,"

"no it doesn't"

"how would you know?"

"it's only been thirty minutes... it needs an hour to take effect."

"maybe this one's just more powerful," you argue back with a cute scowl.

"whatever you say dummy," he smiles as he pats your head and stands up to throw the plates.

you walk side by side and with every step he moves in closer. your pinkies tangle with each other and he takes it as his sign to intertwine your hands. his hand grasping yours has a sensation build deep in your stomach. his thumb moves over the back of your hand in a soothing manner and a need for something more alerts in your brain.

"i really missed you," you break the silence as you near your hotel. he turns his face to meet your gaze, "i missed you, too”.

you stop walking and face each other. a smile creeps up his face. "what?" you squint at him. "can i kiss you?" you knew the question was coming but you're still taken aback. "yes,” you snicker.

his lips capture yours as soon the words are out of your mouth. the kiss is soft and sweet like holding a petal in your hand. your plush lips in between his. and it feels just like he thought it would. your hand moves over his shoulders pulling him in closer. he hums into your mouth as he pushes you to a wall. his tongue licks over your lips asking for permission and you part them. his tongue traces over yours trying to memorize the way your first kiss feels, the way you taste of alcohol and street food. so perfectly you.

he pulls back and you're both breathing heavily. a carnal need evident in both your eyes. "come on," you grasp his hand and lead him inside the hotel and to the elevator. his arms snake around your waist and he peppers your neck in kisses. the elevator dings and you quickly move in.

as soon as the elevator door closes his hands are on you pulling you in closer and moving his lips over your neck and collarbones. a kiss on your throat as he brings his lips up to yours. his hand moves up under your jaw, his finger brushing your cheek softly as he kisses you harder now and you whine into his mouth.

the elevator opens on your floor and you push him away stopping his lingering hands from making its way to your panties. you giggle as you walk backwards to your room, the sound echoing off the walls of the hallway. he follows with a smile plastered over his face. his heart swells with love for you just as a flower blooms after a rainy day.

you open the door and slip in and he locks the door behind him. your elbows support your body as you lean back on the bed with your feet crossed and dangling in front him.

he tries to move in close but you stop him with your heel pressing into his chest. your dress moves higher and his breath hitches as he notices your white lace panties. his hand wraps around your leg and fingers lightly scratch your thigh. he undoes the straps of your heels and presses a kiss on your ankle as he puts it down and gets on his knees. he removes the heels off of your second foot.

and peppers your legs with kisses. his eyes on you the entire time. his hands slide further up your legs and under your dress. "suguru," you whisper. "yes, baby," he hums grinning at your neediness when you pull him in closer with your legs.

"don't tease," you sneer at him. he chuckles in return, "did the guys back there not keep you satisfied?"

"did the girls here not keep you satisfied, suguru?" you tilt your head and the way you purr his name has blood rushing to his dick. he shakes his head, "no one comes close to you". he holds your eyes "no one ever will".

your cheeks heat up from the way he eyes you and you look away. "now now.." he grabs your chin, "give me a kiss and i'll make you feel incredible." you lean in and give him a long kiss. your hands hold his face as you suck his tongue into your mouth and he buckles forward with a whimper. you pull back with a smug smile.

he grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders getting comfortable between your legs. his mouth colors your thighs in red bite marks. his gaze is unwavering as his mouth moves closer to where you need him. he pokes out his tongue and closes his eyes, letting out a groan "so wet, sweet cheeks".

he licks a stripe over your panties and hums at the light taste that runs over his tongue. he licks a few more times and then sucks over the spot where you clit is. giving it a peck once he pulls back and slides your panties off your legs quickly. he takes a moment admiring his view, your pussy glistening all because of him. he grows harder at the thought and whines as he brings his mouth to your core once more.

his tongue moves over your outer folds first and then he slowly licks on your inner folds. you hiss when his tongue makes contact with your clit. "she's sensitive huh?" he speaks referring to your pussy.

he licks your clit a few times before he sucks it in his mouth. he eases a finger into your hole at the same time. "she's greedy, look at how she's clenching around my finger," he chuckles under his breath.

your hands tangle in his hair as you mewl and buck your hips into his mouth, "ya gettin close, sweetness?" he asks sweetly moving his finger in and out of you at quick pace. "mhm," you hum in reply - not able to say much. his second hand makes its up way your body, palming your boobs over your dress. and his tongue moves in circle over your nub, bringing you closer to the edge.

"sugu-" you breathe heavily tipping your head back. he keeps sucking on your clit, his tongue teasing it every few minutes. meanwhile his finger rubs against that soft spot in you and loud moans spill out of you as you cum in his mouth.

he pulls back and moves his finger out of your cunt and into your mouth. your lips wrap around his finger tasting yourself. you hold his wrist in place as you bob your head slightly. his breath hitches at the scene. he tugs you downwards with his finger in your mouth.

you let go of his finger in your mouth and move into his lap. he grabs your face and kisses you him messily. all teeth and tongue. you pull back from the kiss spit connecting your lips. you undo the buttons of his shirt and his lips move over your neck. he wraps a hand around your throat tipping it up as he leaves kisses all over and licks a strip up to your ear lobe. a chill runs over you and you let out a whimper at his actions. he bites your ear lobe and then soothes it with his tongue.

his hands move under your ass squeezing at the flesh as he picks you up and drops you in the middle of the bed. he pulls off his unbuttoned shirt and slowly pulls off his pants and boxers, making a show of it. your mouth waters at his length as it spring up and hits his abdomen.

you reach out a hand and he grabs it pushing it by your head as he settles above you. you pull off the starps of your dress and he tugs it down your body until your nude frame comes into view. his mouth drops at the sight. "gorgeous fuckin body, gorgeous face, gorgeous girl. my girl?" he tilts his head slightly as if questioning you.

you titter "yes suguru, your girl." you confirm and the smile he gives as your heart melting. it reaches his eyes twinkling and lighting up his entire face. you spread your legs so he can settle between them. he pushes your hair back and pecks your lips once and then your cheeks, nose — showering your face in kisses making you smile until you break out in a laugh.

you maintain eye contact as your hand wraps around his dick and he gulps hard as your thumb rubs over his slit gathering his pre cum. your ringed fingers moving up and down his length, applying just the right amount of pressure without him having to guide you. so perfect for him, he thinks. "slow down," he whines. "gonna make me cum, if you keep going".

you guide it to your aching hole. "no condom. are you sure?" he asks sincerly. "i'm clean and on the pill" you hum. "im clean too," he beams. he pecks you once more before he pushes in slowly.

you both hold your breath until he pushes in half way. "can you take more?" he checks in with you. "yeah just give me a minute," you ask trying to adjust to his girth. "take your time, sweet stuff," he kisses your cheek.

"go ahead," you tell him after a few minutes and he pushes in completely, both of you whining in tandem. "fuck," his voice drops an octave.

he starts moving slowly. his tip pushes right against your g-spot. your walls snug around him. he drops his head into your neck. breathing heavily. your arms wrap around his back scratching lightly at the way he was making you feel. he picks up the pace after a while, moving all the way out with just his tip in and you moan at the loss of being full by him.

"suguru," you cry. "shh," he quickly shuts down your protests, rubbing your cheek as he pushes in harder nudging his cockhaed against your g spot making your eyes roll back. he pulls your legs up to his shoulder and the angle has you feel him deeper. he starts moving faster "feel so good, baby. can't believe, been missing out on this for so long." he whines, kissing your calf.

he starts thrusting at a toe curling pace. alternating between slow and hard, fast and soft — driving you insane. he rubs his thumb over your clit, making you reach your high. the sounds of your wet cunt and his hard thrusts are loud and can probably be heard by anyone passing your room. if this was anyone else, you would've probably not made a single sound but with suguru... you can't help but be loud.

"what a messy cunt you've got sweetness. just sucking me in so eagerly." he pushes your legs up to your chest fucking you faster. "tch tch" he tuts patting your cheek, when you shut your eyes from the simulation. "eyes on me". you nod. "how does it feel baby?" he asks.

"incredible," you whimper. he holds eye contact as he brings your legs down to wrap around him and he moves closer to you. breathing in synch. chest to chest. skin to skin.

if you tried hard enough you could feel his heart beating to the syllable of your name. "i've missed you so much," he whispers. his lips captures yours and you whine into his mouth. his tongue dances with yours. his thumb on your clit moves at an unwavering pace bringing you closer to the edge. you bite his lower lip as the band in your stomach snaps and you cum with a moan of his name. he follows suit chanting your name like a mantra.

he looks into your eyes once you both come down from your highs and all you could see was the love you had for each other reflected back. you stay like that for a while, a smile on both your faces. despite the fact that you had been apart for two years, your ability to understand each other remained unchanged as you gaze into each other's eye having an entire conversation without speaking. the distance and time only made your relationship stronger.

"so, weed makes you horny huh?" he breaks the silence. and you both bust out laughing.

a/n: i honestly dont know how i feel about this one but i hope you like it :). reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated!

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poly!marauders x reader but reader is contemplating their relationship?

(IDK IF YOU DO ANGST SORRY 😭)

No worries!! It's definitely not my most practiced genre but I'm happy to give it a try :) Honestly unsure if this came out as angsty enough, so please do not be shy and let me know if not! Thanks for requesting

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 886 words

James, Remus, and Sirius balance each other out perfectly. James is so sweet he should come with a warning label, always showering everyone in affection and bringing joy into every room he's in; Remus emanates a quieter sort of contentedness, and he provides a calm, rational perspective when the others need it; and Sirius takes everything they have together and dials it up to eleven, the depth of his feelings so intense that being around him is almost a sort of high.

The issue is, you're not sure where you fit into all that.

The boys seem to care about you, but you can't really figure out why. You have none of James' lightness, Remus' patience, Sirius' humor. You've been trying to hold onto this thing between you, to enjoy it while it lasts, but waiting for the other shoe to drop is becoming maddening. Eventually—someday soon, likely—they're going to realize that they're better off without you.

Naturally, you're pondering this while Sirius braids your hair, James chattering about why he thinks you all need a dog (Sirius has pointed out that you already have him) and Remus reading with his back leaned against your side.

You're trying to figure out the least needy way to ask why they care about you when Remus nudges you with a movement of his shoulder.

"You've been quiet tonight, dove."

It's far from accusatory, but the other boys pick up on the implication nonetheless. Suddenly, all the attention in the room is on you. It's a bit overwhelming.

"I was just thinking..." you say tentatively, unsure of your words. "Do you think we'll all stay together?"

James looks as though you've slapped him, and though Remus doesn't turn, you feel the muscles in his shoulders tense.

"Why would you say that?" James asks. "Of course I think so."

"But..." Merlin, there's no easy way to go about this conversation. "I just, I don't really see what I'm bringing to the table here." You cringe at your own words, awaiting judgement—or worse, epiphany—from your boyfriends.

Sirius, whose hands have been motionless in your hair since you spoke up, abandons his project entirely, letting your hair drop limply from his grasp. "Wha—what does that even mean, what you bring to the table?"

Remus turns around, placing a reassuring hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Easy, love," he murmurs. "Y/N, can you tell us what you're worried about?"

You look between them as Sirius comes to sit beside Remus, feeling stupid and immature. "Sorry, it's not...a you-guys thing. It's just that, I can see how well you work together, and why you love each other, but I don't really see why you'd love me." Your voice gets quieter as you finish, shameful of your thoughts and the position you know you're putting them in.

Sirius releases a disbelieving exhale, slumping into Remus' side, and the taller boy wraps an arm around him, looking at you like you're one of his crosswords and have just given him a particularly perplexing clue.

"Sweetheart," James says, pulling your attention towards him, "it's not a matter of why we would love you, just that we do. Do you need to list off reasons for why you care about every person in your life, or doesn't it just happen?"

"I don't need to," you admit, "but I could. I love you guys because of who you are."

"And so do we," Remus says. "Dove, we care about you. Isn't that enough? Can you trust us with that?"

"It's not..." It's not a matter of trusting them. You'd trust any of them with your life, with everything. It's that you don't trust yourself. It's that you're worried you won't live up to it, to this earnest affection they're offering you. You don't think you deserve it.

"How about this," Sirius says, in his typical cut-to-the-chase manner. "If we didn't love you—and have damn good reasons for loving you—we wouldn't be with you. So there." You must look unconvinced, because Sirius arches a brow. "You don't think that, with James' bod and Remus' hot accent, not to mention my boyish charm, we could have anyone we wanted?"

You crack a smile, but Sirius just looks at you, awaiting an answer. You shrink a bit under his gaze.

"You could," you say sheepishly.

"Right." Sirius grins suavely. "And we used those combined faculties to snag this hot piece of ass." Without warning, he reaches out and drags you into him, the two of you piling an unfair amount of weight onto Remus.

You squeal, and James shouts "Oi! Leave our poor Moony alone," tugging on Remus' arm until Remus sighs, disentangling himself from Sirius and going to sit beside James. James ruffles his hair, planting a triumphant kiss on the taller boy's cheek. If Remus blushes a bit, you pretend not to notice.

"Got that?" Sirius looks at you threateningly, but his voice is soft, his eyes imploring. "We want you, baby. Finders, keepers."

James nods as if this is a sage decree. "Think you might be able to get used to that?" he asks, and you know he's only partly joking.

You relax into Sirius' hold, giving Remus and James an apologetic look. "Yeah," you say. You can definitely get used to this.