#[smushing them together like dolls] now kiss

[fiannans]

Need somebody who looks at me like this.

[anonself]

Using character ai for all my oc x canon needs

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

-Slides in late to hold up Billy and Wesker for the ship meme-

put a ship in my ask

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / i will ship them in hell

[Yes, yes, yes!!

Billy deserves a fucking Noble Prize for being able to get Wesker to agree to a relationship.

I love them both so damn much. Their dynamic is bomb. They're my lovely feral boys and they are just the worst imaginable powerhouse together. God help everyone else around them though RIP]

[tonycries]

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

Synopsis. Marathons - they’re better in bed.

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, marathon séx, major overstím, pússydrunk boys, CÚMPLAY, creampíes, mean Geto, squírting, innappropríate use of jujutsu (Gojo and Sukuna), pússy-slappíng, best friend!Choso, aphrodísiacs, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, BRÉEDING, making them cry, full nélson, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a good leak day mwah <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 5 rounds

“Raw.” he breathes, and there’s a strained - almost whiny - shudder being wrenched out of Toji’s hulking body when he sinks inch after long, hefty inch into your plush cunt. Bullying past the barely-there resistance of that first ring of muscle with such a harsh tug of your pliant body down his swollen cock. “R-raw. You- fuck- you finally let me–”

No, it wasn’t the first time you let Toji fuck you into these silken bedsheets without a condom - that was a few hours ago. But that didn’t stop him from spitting out that same, strained accusation, the same greedy little push and pull of his toned hips smacking sloppily against your clingy pussy. 

He was addicted. 

“O-oh, Toji–” you’re babbling, swollen lips glossed with tears, thighs burning at just how long he’s been pounding into you like this. “S’already the- the third? Fourth? Or-”

“Fifth.” he’s cutting you off, with a hoarse chuckle - voice shot already. “Fifth n’-” Head lolling drunkenly into the crook of your neck, it’s all he can do to bite out brokenly, “-oh, my girl- hope y’know m’not hahhh- letting you go until I physically can’t anymore.”

Fifth, huh?

Oh, it was setting in - fuck, was he feeling it. You were so pretty underneath him, sweat-slicked body splayed out all shamefully for him, slurring words barely coherently. And Toji couldn’t even keep his eyes open, stars popping up behind his lids at every one of your velvety clenches, abs burning with each ravaged mash of his overworked, weepy head against your ravaged g-spot.

Fingers jittery where he’s hauling your body desperately to his muscled one. Clinging onto you so close - like a lifeline - that you could hear every tremoringly quiet ah! ah ah! following those long, solid glides, feel his happy trail scratching against your sluttily arched back. 

It almost hurt - but it hurt so good, that even after painting your gluey, sloshing insides white four times tonight already, Toji wanted more more more-

A bludgeoning knee comes down to shove your thighs spread even wider, spreading your puffy pussy lips so gapingly around his thick shaft. 

“Oh sh-shit.” he’s hissing. And Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never throws his head back to let out such pained whimper like this.“Such a f-filthy pussy.” His pretty pink lips purse to spit a languid wad of his spit down on the bullseye of your slobbering cunt. The chilling dredges oozing a slow trail down your split-open pussy. “The fifth time- n’ y’pretend like this cute cunt of yours can’t handle more of me.”

“Ngh-” your teeth are clamping around one of the cushiony pillows, trembly fingers scrambling jerkily at the headboard, the plush mattress, anything- “You’re in s-so deep- feels like m’gonna pass out. How the hell are you still going?”

Toji rolls his eyes, acting for all the world like those whiny little words of yours don’t have his red, angry tip painting your insides with another honeyed coat of his sweltering precum. “Told ya not to hah- test me doll- just had to run that pretty mouth, huh?”

You’re keening when all five of his calloused fingers come up to smush your cheeks together embarrassingly, “Saying m’not gonna last going in raw- look where ya are now.” Toji’s craning his head to leave wet little kisses up your spine, your jaw, your forehead. Fully bending you in half to meet his lips, angling his riotous hips to graze his sensitive slit right against the swollen, bruised divots on your cervix. “Look where I am- I can’t stop.” 

And your hypnotized hips can only manage to give a last sticky heave meeting Toji’s drunken staccato before splaying limply down on the bed. Moaning around the lewd sucking of his lips around your heavy tongue. 

“No- no come back- shit, m’not-” He’s slowly losing control of those lingering thrusts, desperation bleeding into the way his big arms frantically circle around your weakening waist. Dragging you up, up, up like some glorified ragdoll, “How are ya n-not able to keep up when you hah- came up with the idea, ma.” And for all how gentle he’s being suckling on your pouty lower lip, one hand of his glides down easily to cup at your bulging pussy. Smearing in another quick, branding stream of saliva on your struggling, swollen folds spread so lewdly open around his thick hilt, “Ohhh, gonna make a man lose his sanity with a pussy this heavenly. Doesn’t seem so fair now, does it?”

That delirious little shake of your head makes him bare his canines in a grin, smiling at how utterly fucked-out you were on his mean cock. There’s a lazy, glistening trail of drool at the corner of your lips that Toji idles out his hot tongue to lick away, “Now now. Why don’t you- ah- use those words like a big girl, huh?” 

“Hah- didn’t-” those wet gurgles bubble at your throat, dying down after each harsh clash into your most sensitive spot. He’s reaching every nook and cranny inside of you - drilling cock expanding even girthier with each heady second. “Didn’t think you’d get so-” Another pretty glob of spit onto your cunt, “-addicted!”

“Well, what can I- hah- say?” Each taunting word is pushing you further and further up the bed, Toji’s tense hips hammering into you with no rhythm and rhyme now. Just lingering, mindless grinds chasing that painfully good smack! of his heavy, cum-filled balls at your ass, “When- ngh- when life gives you a wife this cute-”

You think he’s cumming - you think you’re cumming. But you can’t even be fully sure at this point, your own high nothing more than a few white-hot tingles, Toji’s overwhelmed cock straining to squeeze out a few more wispy strings of his milky seed. Until you were drenched in a silky coating down your inner thighs, beading pearly drops of his seed and your sweet sweet juices. To stuff you full even more.“-fuck her at least five times.”

“At- at least?”

Toji grins, “At least.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - As many as you can take (and a lil’ more!)

“My love.” Two soft pads of Nanami’s long fingers tap gently on your cheek, lingering when he lovingly cups your glossy pout. “My love.”

Biting your lip, you whine at his heated intrusion at your pretty cunt. Free hand thumbing open your soppingly wet slit to spread even wider around his thick hilt, scratching up so rawly against those neat tufts of blond at his sharp pelvis. “N’nothing, s’just that- hahh–” cocking your head to nuzzle his large palm, “You’re not- not tired, Ken?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he breathes, minty hot breath fanning your face when he leans in. And you think he’s going to kiss you - to maybe mouth away those big fat, overstimulated tears rolling down your face - but instead, Nanami’s stern lips wrap around your lolling tongue. Sucking. Moaning so depravedly. “All that matters is that- hngh- that–” Splaying out all five fingers on your stomach, pressing down hard where he can feel the divot of his very head, “-the mother of my future kids s’doing alright.”

He can feel that rotund clenching of your snug channel, the way your pussy grows increasingly more soaked with every stuttering nudge at your g-spot. 

When the heady bedroom air is only punctuated with a few sticky squelches from your cunt Nanami has to grit out - to force himself to speak. “Please-” hissing at the velvety silk or his seed swirling around your hole, it makes his toes curl, overworked balls squeeze achingly. Shit. “Give me an answer- please, darling, your cunt s’driving me insane. Fuck- I’ve- I’ve lost count at this point how many times I-”

At this, you can’t help but giggle. Reaching up to lick at the stray, glistening tear falling down his sharp cheekbone, “Are- are you crying, Ken?” The heels of your trembly feet curl tightly against the sinful dimples at the end of his spine, plunging him even deeper into the gloopy bottom of your pussy. “Can’t take any more?”

“No!” Nanami’s usually steady voice just cracks pitifully at the end. “No no no- just- hngh! I can take it- can give y’more. Anything for you, ma.”

Each of his hammering thrusts are slowly getting meaner. Slowly losing control. They’re haphazardly alternating between long, thorough slams of his entirely swollen length to mere jutting, half-thrusts - as if it just pained him to part with your clingy pussy more than that. 

And, shit, he’s so thick - so jaw-slackingly hefty when he twitches animalistically against all your sensitive spots. Gliding in solid, wet smears of his leaky tip against your cervix reminding you of the sheer strength he held. Fucking you so mean, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it - tired, fatigued body moving on animal instinct.

“Darling–” Nanami’s wet croon has you blinking away the lusty haze in your pupils, locking them with his own blown-out ones. “Eyes on me- have to make sure you can- ngh-” You can hear his jaw click with strain when you’re giving an experimental squeeze of your velvety cunt, “-m-me. Hafta make sure you can take it- you can take it, right?”

You’re gasping out brokenly, nodding in response to his question - thighs jittery and you don’t know whether you want to run or fuck yourself back down for more more more-

“Then why are you running, ma?”

Just as those billowing words leave his mouth, Nanami’s falling back onto his thick thighs, grabbing your body right along to seat you prettily down his brutal dick. It was devastating. It was sloppy how silky, stringy ropes of cum were rushing down in a glossy coat. Smacking so sluggishly down below.

“Wh-what?” you’re batting your teary lashes, jaw hanging open at just how much this didn’t sound like your usually gentle husband. Deep voice jagged, gutturally dangerous - he was talking to you in a steady, hard tone as if you were some prey. Setting his lewd sights on you to mash up even harder into your pretty cunt. 

He’s breathing out shakily in a way that told you he was getting close, thighs aching, red tip so angry and flinching in such a dizzy way. “Why- are- you-” The metal band of his gold wedding ring burns into your heated skin, digging possessively when he hauls you close. “-running away? Don’t- don’t think you can escape, darling.”

Those drenched silk sheets bunch up messily behind you at just how firmly he was halting your escape. “S’jus’-” you’re whining, in that syrupy sweet tone that makes him only grow painfully harder. Stiffening his back to drill copious inches, he’s tracing his fingertips back across your stomach. “-you’re in so deep. Think m’- hah, think m’getting close.”

“A-ah– of course you are.” he whimpers, tone lilting upwards at the end. It was just so stimulating how you were taking him so well despite being stuffed to the brim, overflowing in a creamy sheen. “Gotta- gotta get my pretty lady to cum- ngh! Breed her pussy full.” And oh, despite how composed Nanami seemed on the outside you could sense the waver in his words, the way his ruthless pace was evening out to something more messy. Untamed. “Make her the most beautiful momma.”

Brows knitting deeper and deeper every, it hurt - fuck, but it hurt more to not stuff you full until you were round and glowing. To leave even the tiniest chance of you being carried out of this bedroom without carrying his future kid. 

“You can do it- cum f’me.” It’s almost like he’s whispering to himself at this point, stamina withering. One hand of his guides your other own down from your searing grip on his unkept strands, down past his tear-slicked cheeks, down past his wobbly plump lips. Wrapping your fingers tightly around Nanami’s pale neck, forcing your nails to dig into the sweat-beaded skin. “Cum f’me- jus this once, because after this time m’not gonna be playing nice, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 7 rounds

“Shhh, gorgeous.” Geto’s hushed, smooth voice in your ear would almost be soothing, his large thumb gliding against the very peak of your puffed-up clit almost distracting- “S’all part of your special initiation.”

If it wasn’t for the rest of the cult standing behind those semi-sheer watching all of this happen to you, that is. 

Ah, you didn’t know whether that syrupy sweet idea of a special initiation - a rite of passage “just for you” - had you joining Geto’s religious association even sooner.  

Because here you were - your thighs burning with the relentless stretch of Geto’s forearms hooked underneath them, spreading you so fucking shamelessly towards where the countless others in the group were stood behind the covering around the creaky bed. A barely-there sense of privacy while he just ravaged you into the meanest full nelson possible. 

“Oh- fuuuck–” Geto’s groaning at your drunken little squirms on his cock, mouth salivating at the wet squelches being wrenched out with each pressurized thrust. “Just one more round now- come on, seven’s my lucky number. And y’wanna hngh- finish the initiation- right, pretty girl?”

His two strong legs plant even more vice-like on the absolutely drenched sheets, seeping into the creamy puddle of cum and honeyed slick spreading further and further each obscene second. 

That lolling nod of your delirious head has him crashing his sensitive, throbbing tip against your spongy g-spot, already so branded with the bruises of his divot. Holding back each whine after whine threatening to drag out from his throat when your swollen lips meet his in a sloppy graze of a kiss.

Shit, you were so cute - no wonder he had the fucking brilliant idea of fucking you like this. Even if it hurt - even if his achy cock was rubbing raw, over and over and-

“Aww, my pretty baby wants a kiss?” Geto’s leering grin only grows when he glides a dripping coat of wispy precum right across the back of your cervix, it’s so hot inside you - and you feel drunk off of every ooze of his cum from before, sloshing down in a milky white sheen. “Well not until you hngh-” He’s moving to bite down onto your earlobe, pussydrunk mind wondering whether your gummy walls were shaping around every ridge and vein of his shaft by now. “-cum f’me once more.”

“S-Sugu–” your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the warm, wet cascade of his juices down your thighs, slipping and sliding you easily down his girthy length. “Don’t know if I- if I can cum- hah-” That admonishing smack! on your achy clit is taken in stride, gaping your gummy entrance even wider to swallow his every fucking inch greedily. “But- but I wanna. Wanna cum f’you so badly.”

There’s a muted shuffling from behind the curtains that have Geto’s darkened eyes narrowing in hostility, and he’s possessively turning his head to take in that sinful view of you down below. 

Shit- he could’ve almost came from just the sheer sight. The sight of your glisteningly puffy folds stretched to their limits around the creamy translucent ring around his thick hilt. Velvety walls contorting to massage his attritioning veins, grinding in thorough, purposeful gyrations against his heavily twitching balls. 

You were taking him so good.

And Geto’s never been more happy you couldn’t see the full plane of his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the mere sight, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip as if to draw blood. 

“Then do it.” Geto’s biceps just bulge against the small of your waist when they dig into a restraining loop around your body, pinning you down so helplessly to his sculpted front. “Cum f’me like a good girl then. Show me, show them-” The hand not rolling over your sensitive clit dips upwards to angle your face towards the still-watching crowd. His lips are drag so slowly at your heated ear, “-show them what a good girl you are f’me.”

Your cute, wobbly lips cry out in a broken little whine - and then your slutty cunt is just gushing down the entirety of Geto’s furious front. Slobbering a glossy, glossy sheen that coats his milky skin, syrupy and sticking - meshing your bodies so close together he doesn’t know where you begin and where he ends. 

”Good girl- good- hah- good girl.” Geto’s gritting out, trying for all the world to not sound as wrecked as he feels right now. Fuck, ignoring the spiking sensitivity, the stars behind his eyes to chase every little suck of your sopping wet walls, thighs trembly, eyes crinkling with such pathetically big tears. Shit, he’s pussydrunk. Only babbling out, “Ohhh- so perfect f’me, right? Even squirting- too generous f’me, gorgeous.”

It only takes a few more gasps from his ragged chest - heaves even. Delicately pink tip stuffing you so wholly full it’s like you’re about to explode, and Geto’s not too far behind. 

Not at all, in fact, with the way a final, harsh nudge against your springy cervix has him spurting out ribbons of creamy white cum. Oozing out in a thick, viscous polish that drools out of your bulging slit. Leaving a lewd trail of evidence where Geto’s fat cock was rummaging your poor insides. Over and over until he’s shooting nothing but blanks.

And it’s so hot, that you can almost feel it in your lungs. Limbs twitching mindlessly, he’s finding it easy to pull out - to display the gloopy filling lazily trickling out of you. Those slender fingers of his on your clit dance just downwards to circle the ring of your sloppy hole, swirling around that messy gloss. He coats his fingers until they just gleam in the dim lighting. Around and around. 

With a look of pure, unfiltered pride Geto clears his throat authoritatively. Jolting, you realize he’s not addressing you this time, “Everyone, say hello to your new second-in-command.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds

Choso thinks he’s cumming - Choso thinks he’s crying, begging out such broken little pleas in your open mouth. He’s wrapping five pale, jittery fingers of his around the furiously red base of his cock, angling the bulbous head of his fat tip just right to press deeply into your greedy entrance. 

“Oh!” you’re smirking down at your best friend, biting back a wrecked moan at just how much he was stretching you, barely even reeling back at the brief resistance. His shredded patience can only wait a beat - two - more watching the snug channel of your cunt gush down in thick, hot streams of his seed from earlier, before bucking his hips up, up up- “Even five times wasn’t enough for you? What did I hah- tell ya about th-the-”

“I know I know, m’sorry, baby–” Choso cries, dark lashes batting at his cheeks when his eyes scrunch up into a pathetic bawl. “M’sorry I accidentally ate your- your ‘special chocolate’ but I fuck- it feels like m’burning all over. Like m’gonna die if I don’t fuck your cute cunt.”

And yet his bruising grip on your hips don’t waver, he’s still prying down your sticky body onto his, strong arms wrenching open your thighs to straddle him even wider. Still so needy - so hot all over with the itching greed to fuck you until one of you breaks.

Truly, it was a surprise to come home and find out your sweet best friend had raided that joke stash of aphrodisiac chocolate gifted by your coworkers last week - a welcome surprise. 

Because here he was - splayed out on your drenched silken sheets, big fat tears glistening across his cheekbones, toned body jolting so harshly at each one of your touches. So pussydrunk that you almost wondered whether it hurt, how his poor, overworked cock wasn’t fucking seizing at this point.

And even if it did, Choso wouldn’t complain - not one bit. 

“Please-” his breath comes out in a feverish puff, as wild as the fingers now toying with your swollen clit. Smearing the creamy dredges of his seed all over your puffed-up folds in tight little circles over and over and- 

Slam!

In a split-second, Choso’s hands are being pinned above his head. It would’ve looked almost comical - your much smaller ones restraining his own, fingers twitching animalistically with every sloppy drag down his pulsingly needy length - but oh, was Choso letting you. Letting himself be used like your favorite toy. 

“You’re being real greedy, Cho–” your teasing voice sends shivers wracking down his entire body. Powerful thighs bucking up in pressurized ruts up into your squelching cunt. “First you ate my- hah- secret stash, n’ now you’re being so hasty makin’ me cum.”

Each one of your words are punctuated by a sticky slam down onto his slowly-reddening pelvis, the fat of your ass being smacked with his sharp hipbones. You were riding him to insanity. 

“Yes!” Choso’s jaw hangs deliriously open, rosy red lips forming around your name again and again like a mantra. “M’so greedy- so greedy for your pretty pussy.” He whines, and just the feeling of your velvety walls milking his fat length for so long has his syrupy mess of a mind thrown into such a primal frenzy. “Can’t help it when you’re so heavenly, baby– K-keep wantin’ to fuck this cunt forever.”

The painful pull of your fingers weaving into his dark strands have him keening, latching onto the very tips of your sensitive nipples bouncing temptingly onto his face. “Can’t help it.” he echoes, swirling his hot tongue around your sweet areola, looking up at you with his gorgeously glassy, dark eyes. “Really can’t help it.”

There’s such a sickly, syrupy sweet staccato of Choso’s probing tip pressing deep into the drippingly wet g-spot inside you. And slowly - but steadily - your deft fingers find themselves dancing a path down to wrap around Choso’s heavily gulping throat. Breath hitching when they squeeze-

“Cum f’me, Cho-” he raises his lolling head up to meet yours, meshing back into a messy excuse of a kiss. Your teeth sink down to tug on his pouty bottom lip, fingers tightening, “Cum f’me- s’all to cure you of this chocolate after a-all, right?” 

At the reminder of that, his wrists try to wrench useless in your other hand’s vice-like hold. And honestly, Choso doesn’t know if he wants to cum again - he doesn’t know if he can. But the soft clingy feeling of your walls against his girthy shaft have him gasping, poor, overworked balls so raw. Tight and clenching painfully with every crashing push into your g-spot. He’s absolutely ruined. 

And both of you know it.

Oh, his head was so light now - your fingers vice-like around his pale throat. The only thing that Choso can seem to urgently choke out right about now is a honeyed, dragged-out drawl of, “Spit-” His wild cock leaking hot precum in another drippingly saturated wave everywhere, “Spit in my mouth, baby–”

And you do - that translucent wad of saliva barely hitting right in the middle of Choso’s lolling-out tongue before he cums. That ravaged divot on the very tip of his fat head stuttering out only one, two tiny beads of milky seed before he’s riding out such an addictively dry orgasm. 

Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, body sweat-slicked and clinging onto yours with creamy strings of cum and spit. So desperate when he’s fucking into you so filthy, pummelling you along the curve of his length like he was trying to drag out another milky stream of seed. Again and again and-

It takes only a split-second to break out of your hold - of course, it does - and you’re barely even registering it when Choso pins you back onto the sloppy mess of your soaked sheets. Hips still relentless, voice still ragged- “Think we’re gonna hafta hah- skip the dating n’ go straight to marriage after this, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 8 (and a half) rounds

If there was ever a time that the infamous king of curses would let out raspy little whimpers of his baritone voice - muscled just heaving deep gasps, looking at you all four eyes glistening with wet tears, hearts in his gaze - it would be right now. 

When the day sitting around his throne had been too long, when there’d been just a few too many scum curses groveling at his feet. 

When you were sprawled all prettily on his muscular, manspread thighs, your expensive robes pulled up just enough for that gummy cunt of yours to stretch open gapingly around his two matchingly rock-hard cocks. The plush of your ass on full, obscene display for him, limbs twitching with each swallowed-up inch down his fat, throbbing lengths. 

“Fuuck- take it easy, woman.” he’s hissing, powerful hip rutting upwards to skim his sensitive tip over the ends of your slobbering pussy. 

That has you pouty tearily, huffing out a low, “W-well- jus’ want you to hngh- be right-” Skittish fingers fluttering over to where you could feel him coating every hidden spot of your insides in his potent seed, angry cockhead bruising your taut channel more and more open around him. It was such a delicious stretch. And you’re pressing down where you can feel the divot of his head knock feverishly on your womb, splattering around milky dredges inside you, “-here.” 

Sukuna’s hips just surge forwards, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. 

“Kuna- wh-wha-” you’re barely able to get out, whirling your head half-lucidly over your shoulder. But you don’t get very far - because one domineering palm hastily turns your face right back. “What are you-”

“No.” he’s letting out a strangled moan, leaving neat little indentations of his black, sharpened fingernails on your skin. “No you don’t get to- oh–” In a flash, sharp canines are digging menacingly right above the pulsepoint on your throat, and his hot breath fans over your ear. “Ah- y’don’t get to see me hngh- like this- fuckin’ embarrassing. I can’t even-” 

Sukuna’s cutting himself off by getting up onto two unsteady feet, holding you plastered so close onto his bowed body. The position is so precarious that for a second you’re worried, wondering how the hell the two of you haven’t broken any bones these past eight rounds. 

It’s his reversed curse technique, you later learn - but for now all you can do is gasp at your legs dangling in midair, spine arched back against his bulging pecs in a perfect arch, raising your head up, up, up and oh-

His eyes are aflame, glowing through the hypnotically dim lighting. Teeth bared into such a vicious grin one which only curls wider when you ask, “C-can’t even what, Kuna?”

He hisses down at the absolutely sultry look on your face - kiss-bitten lips falling slack into a soft oh! eyes half-lidded and miles away, your moans ringing through his ears like his favorite melody. “Heh- the fuckin- ah-” Another staggering push past your clingy sopping walls have him spitting out little swears, vision blurring dangerously at the corners. “-the fuckin’ audacity t-to ask me that, knowing what yer doing to me. S’pposed to help me relax but you’re hngh- driving me insane.”

You swear, you could feel his bulbous heads grow even thicker, expanding their way into contorting your gripping walls around his very shape. The even deeper intrusion has him throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing with a dragged out moan of your name. 

A limp hand of yours dares to thread its way into Sukuna’s, tugging - pulling, “Look at me, please–?” And when he finally does - though, not before punishing the curve of your ass with such a stinging smack - you smirk, “Look so- ngh! pretty when you’re ruined like this, Kuna.”

That makes him falter - it makes his eyes grow just a bit wider, the insides of your elastic cunt being inflated open with another fresh wave of his furiously leaking precum. 

“Don’t-” Sukuna clears his throat of any traitorous dredges of a whimper, “Don’t push your- your luck, brat.”

But he couldn’t hide the fondness in his tone, that tiny little drawl of a whimper in his words. Heavy, pink lashes clumping up together with his overstimulating tears. It only takes a few more solid rams into your sweet hole - milking the bloated ends of his lengths for something delicious - a few more sharp, branding slams of his curving balls against your cunt. So large and aching for release that when they do, the sheer volume of Sukuna’s cum makes you dizzy.

Double the amount. It overspills, splattering half the thick, silky contents onto the decadent throne room floor. Soiling a sinful little puddle that he just can’t help but smile at, tutting mockingly, “Now now, look what you’ve done- making things even- hngh! even more stressful f’me now with this to clean up.” 

Out of his four beefy arms, two of them pin your own easily behind your back, the other dipping down to roll your puffed-up clit between his thick index and thumb. And the last one- fuck, the last one was pooling all the milky white ribbons of cum slobbering out of your stretched-out entrance. Velvety spurts dousing your walls once more - and he’s having so much fun, molding out your gummy cunt around to squeeze his fingers right in-between his two cocks. 

Still rutting into you - still cumming from both heads - every jackhammering thrust sparks stars behind his eyes. Back muscles curving deeper and deeper into you when he replaces every dredge of cum oozing down your saturated slit with a new one. The thrumming hum of his jujutsu making you keen-

“So messy. Such a filthy cunt my woman has-” he sighs, in a dark little way you knew meant he was just seconds away from tearing you apart. “Hmmm…wonder if it’ll be more relaxing. if I cum dry?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - RIP.

The strongest looks up at you with big, teary blue eyes, long lashes twinkling his pretty cheekbones every time he’s batting them. “Please. Just the tip-”

“Toru-”

“Please.” Gojo whimpers out, two of his massive hands laying at rest on the curving globes of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading you desperately in shallow, lazy grinds up and down his furiously leaky cock, “Please, sweetheart, don’t think I can handle cockwarming.” His abds are aching when they flex upwards towards you, “Haven’t had my hngh- fill just yet.”

You’re gasping when he has the audacity to give your plump clit a sharp smack! the pressurized buzz of his jujutsu from earlier sending white-hot electricity running down your arched spine. Splaying your cunt so deliciously to massage against your bulging g-spot. “N-nice try.” you grit out, legs trembling at the feeling of his thick, potent cum sliding out of your surprised entrance. “But I don’t think you’re ready- you’ve already set the lights off with your jujutsu being overstimulated, Toru.”

“Jus’ the tip- m’kay? Just the tip, I swear-” If you were of a clearer state of mind maybe you’d have pointed out that Gojo was well past the tip at this point. Feeling his fat head curve at your womb, knocking in a merciless, methodical pace. “Just missed you so much today- hah- gotta make up for lost time.”

He flashes you a devilish grin - one you’re somewhat ashamed to admit has your sopping cunt drip down a fresh sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his curvaceous length. Pooling at his frantically, painfully squeezing balls. 

And Gojo notices - of course, he does - even with his six eyes getting a bit too bleary right about the eighth? ninth? round. Ah, fuck, it didn’t matter anyway- 

“Then- then that’s good, isn’t it? Lights out- across all of hah- Tokyo, I bet.” His wretchedly strained tone is so different from the incessant pace of his bullying cock. Bludgeoning deep into your most secure spots, he’s nudging apart every velvety crevice of your walls, making such a mess of the creamy white seed of his dripping from the inside. Gliding his nose up the sweat-slicked column of your throat, “So really- we have nothing better to do. How about you- hngh- let me paint this pretty pussy white all over again?”

Of course, you wanted him to - but it was so fun how your barest tease makes Gojo fall apart. Pouty lips running a mile a minute.

His words are almost sleepy, and both of you aren’t even lucid enough to do anything about the ever-spreading puddle of cum and slick right below you. Meshing your lips drunkenly in an intoxicatingly sloppy kiss, “Come onnnn–” he’s babbling at your pointed silence. “One more? M’begging- begging, sweetheart. You got the strongest on his ah- knees n’ unable to use his powers.”

You knew so many people - so many curses - would kill to have Satoru Gojo all helpless like this. His lips moving faster than his overstimulated mind right now, drool dripping down the side of his rosy red mouth. So sensitive right now - unable to fight back. The only show of his previous prowess of strength being a stray flicker of blue lightning at his eyes when you’re cushioning his fat length with your clingy walls just a bit too hard, 

He’s heaving now - gasping deep, lungfuls of air every time his bruising grip is just bouncing your pliant body erratically down onto his. Wreckless, lunging slams that have your knees weak, stars flickering behind your lids. 

“Come on- come onnn–” He spits so syrupy sweetly into your panting, open mouth. Slender fingers wrapping around your clit, and it just throbs with the steady hum of his reversed curse technique. Stopping the two of you from breaking bones - because shit, how the hell is Gojo going to fuck up into you like an animal. Desperate little pleas of yes! yes! yes! wrenching from you at the stimulation. “Give it t’me, missed so much when you were gone out today. Please-”

“Hngh! S’too- too-” you’re drawling out incoherent sentences to match his. “Yeah- fuck yes- jus’ like that, Toru–” 

It’s only because of Gojo’s ungodly stamina that he was even able to last this long - the fact that he hadn’t fucked himself into a stupor at this point. And that’s the only thing, along with a few fumes of his reversed curse technique that have him careening smacking away your pathetic attempts to meet his thrusts.

The sensitivity too much, that he’s bawling - unable to handle the saturated drags of your slobbering pussy down his raw shaft. Mouth lolling open when you feel two big arms circle around your waist, mumbling tearily, “Wait- fuck hold that- think m’-” Like something snaps in the air.

Because then he’s cumming - at least, Gojo can feel himself cumming. This time, there’s no shattering of lightbulbs, no gleaming power in his pupils, because his poor body was too fucked-out for this. Too tired to do anything but have his heavy, strained-out balls just clench, shooting up wispy blanks into your readily swallowing pussy. 

“Oh!” he’s throwing his head back at the sheer overwhelming pleasure, beading out only a few, pearly little beads of sticky seed. But fuck, was Gojo riding out his high - riding out yours. Fucking you through each convulsing little clench of your silky cum-slicked walls, a high you’ve barely even registered still. “I don’t- I don’t know if I-”

“Don’t, Toru.” you warn, but it’s too late - only one, fleeting glance at your prettily stuffed pussy, the creamy little outer ring on your entrance, the way your puffy folds are just quivering like you’re in need of more - has Gojo intaking a sharp gasp. 

His wrecked eyes widen, looking almost afraid. Breath hitching, his words are shrill - barely audible, “Think- think we haven’t made up for lost time yet, sweetheart.”

“Toru, I was gone for five hours.”

“And?”

A/N. Gojo nation will we get a comeback today plsplspls?!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[piratefishmama]

No upside down but they still found each other AU where once they get out of Hawkins and move into a little apartment together in the city, Stobin set up a 'date night' routine once a week.

Obviously not a typical date night cause Platonic with a capital P, but they alternate each week who gets to plan the date night activities meaning they both get to do something fun, interesting, exciting, and potentially ridiculous that they themselves wouldn't have thought of.

One such date night, on Robin's turn to plan, is a relatively cheap art exhibition at a local small time independent gallery, focusing on portraits of people the artist has seen around the city, quickly sketched, then painted afterwards.

Her most recent crush had suggested she attend it as her best friend was the artist and was absolutely shitting it over revealing his work to the public that'd inspired those works, certain that everyone would hate them.

They get dressed up, ready to play the part of Fancy Art Connoisseurs, Steve ready to meet and big up Robin to this cute girl Robin had gushed about endlessly as the best wingman ever

Only for them both to wind up stuck one one particular painting titled and described:

E. Munson Angel Incognito Oil on Canvas, The most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. I was certain i'd seen an angel.

It's Steve.

Sitting in the park, feeding the birds, painted to look... ethereal. Moles dotted with gold, sunlight hitting his soft hair just so, catching the rim of his glasses.

And Robin is immediately on a mission to be the best wingwoman ever because this is NO LONGER about her crush on Chrissy dammit she MUST find this artist, present Steve to him, and "now KISS" smush them both together like barbie dolls.

Good thing Eddie is nearby.

[moonliched]

he's so strong!! so brave!! he didn't kill or maim!

brb, grabbing these two and smushing them together like dolls. now kiss.

[spookitapes]

faking an orgasm w/ chuckle sandwich (100 followers special)

summary | rip that pussy fr. you fake an orgasm and must pay the prices for ur actions bro. praying ur coochie survives tbh...

pairing |  jschlatt x fem!reader , ted nivision x fem!reader, charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, overstimulation, edging, doggy style, fingering, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, fucking while on ft, bathroom sex, spanking, mean!ted, sucking balls bc I'm nasty, male masturbation, panties used as binds, orgasm denial, etc.

word count | 4k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

a/n: sorry this is late guys i had some family emergencies !! buuut it's finally here !! i was gonna make it longer, but ill make up for it with more soon :))) hope you ennjooyyy !! (AND AGAIN THANK YOU FOR 100 AHHHH)

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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↳˗ˏˋ jschlatt ˊˎ˗ ↴

the clock on the living room shelf reads 3:15am. you can barely make it out from your current position; face smushed into the couch cushions with your ass in the air. schlatt's got a hand on your back, forcing the arch deeper as he watches himself disappear into your pussy.

"please go f-faster !"

"only after you cum for me, doll..you know the deal."

there's a hint of a smile in his tone, and it pisses you off. he's been gone for 3 1/2 weeks and this is how he treats you when he gets back? you always make fun of him for being impatient...but now he's proving you wrong in the cruelest of ways. he surprised you a week earlier than planned, snuck up on you while you took your morning shower. you were so lost in your own world you didn't notice the door reopening & closing, or the sound of his clothes hitting the floor..you definitely didn't notice the sound of the shower door, because it made your heart fall out of your ass when you felt arms wrap around your naked waist.

"it's just me, sweetheart," rung out in that deep ny accent you're become accustomed to.

you turned around in his arms, swatting attacks on his chest. your smile shining even as you tried to hold up the annoyed front. he looked at you with so much love and admiration it almost made you feel bad as you went to scold him, "what the hell, jay! you scar-"

but he cut you off with a passionate kiss. weeks worth of missing you all wrapped up into it. from the way he traced figure 8's on your hip, to the other hand that left to cradle your face..you could feel it all pouring out of him. but the second your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen it, he pulled away with that signature 'up to no good' smirk of his plastered on that mother fucking face.

"come on, babe. we gotta hurry so you can open your early gifts."

so he kissed your forehead and continued the shower like normal..he let you wash his hair like always and even let you do your skin routine on him. he made breakfast with you while wearing matching face masks, and after you ate he made you open the gifts he got you while away...well most of them.

and when you tried to show him your thanks in the form of getting on your knees...he stopped you. "I wasn't suppose to be back for a whole other week," that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. "so you can be good girl and wait...can't ya, honey? you can prove to me you deserve your last gift, right?"

the mention of another gift caught you off guard, you tilted your head at him from between his legs with confusion written all over your face.

"if it's not your cock I don't want it," comes out with a pout trailing on your lips.

a hand grabbed you, cheeks smushed together as he dragged your faces together. "trust me when I tell you I won't touch you for a whole goddamn month if you don't listen, understood? you think a week is bad, doll? let's try 4."

you whined out a pitiful noise before nodding in agreement. the hand quickly moved down to your throat. "don't push your luck, y/n. now..I said are.we.understood?" he let his grip tighten around your throat after each word, that fuzzy feeling clouding your head.

"y-yeah jay, I understand!"

.........

you made it all of 3 days into the 7 before you caved..coming to him dressed in nothing but the pretty chiffon slip he gifted you from his trip, begging for a truce. so he smiled at you and said he'd fuck you how you like...all you had to do is let him have his way with you for 4 orgasms. since you couldn't wait the remaining days like he wanted, he'd just make you wish you had...

the first orgasm was fast; he didn't waste any time sliding your see thru dress up your thighs to bury his tongue between them. he ate you like a man starved– messy and loud as he sucked every drop that left your sweet pussy.

the second wasn't too far behind the first. schlatt didn't give you time to recover as he shoved two of his fingers inside you before sucking on your clit again. your hands tangled in his hair, back arching and toes curling.

it took him all of 5 minutes to have you cumming again for the third time. adding another finger and grinding it into your spot while leaving open mouth kisses on your body. sucking on your neglected nipples thru the sheer fabric, his palm stimulating your clit just right.

and that brings us to now– the fourth and last before you get your reward, but schlatt's not playing fair. he's edging you at such a slow pace there are tears streaming down your face. it feels like he's been at it for hours. slowly slipping in and out of your pussy, pulling out and giving you a pussy job when he feels you're too close.

you're frustrations are at an all time high...so you do something you've never thought about with schlatt. you start breathing harder, thrashing around a little, and you put on your best performance...so full of yourself and so confident he won't notice.

as soon as your done, you're feigning exhaustion as you lower your hips down to the soft texture of the couch. schlatt leans his body down onto yours, his chest against your back. a hand comes up to run through your hair, and you let yourself lean into its comfort.

until it turns into his fingers digging into your scalp and pulling your head back so he's right against your ear, "you know the funniest thing just happened, honey. you made all that racket, but I didn't feel my pussy tighten up like she does when she cums."

your apology shortly dies on your tongue, because schlatt's pulling out of you and landing spanks to your pussy in an instant. he flips you over, and with a hand tightly on your throat he's bullying his cock back into you. he isn't holding back this time though— ohhhh no. you wanna spoil his fun ? you wanna be a brat ? fine he's just gonna fuck you till your pussy can't cream on him anymore.

"funny to think you're always calling me the impatient one, but now you're the one that can't wait 4 more days to get this pussy played with, huh angel?"

when the last load of jonny’s cum is bullied into your cunt the sun rise is shining in thru the windows, basking you both in a warm amber glow. you both find comfort in the cosy ambiance that settles around you.

and you're both panting, trying to catch your breaths from the pipe he just laid when a sinister smirk crosses your face, "soooooo…can I have my gift now?"

schlatt let's out an airy laugh before he lands a playful slap to your ass, pulling you closer to him before leaving a kiss to your forehead.

"absolutely not. you're waiting the 4 damn days, and I don't wanna hear no lip about it neither."

“buuuut baaaaabbbbyyy i- oOOOOUUUUCCHHHH !!”

you’re grabbing at your forehead and kicking your legs out defensively towards your boyfriend because of the flick he just gave you. he’s obviously finding it amusing, rolling away from your line of reach while tears fill his eyes from laughing so hard.

“goddamn you got a thick ass cranium, babe! my fucking finger hurts so bad!”

(bonus)

unlike you, he actually holds out until the last day. schlatt's super excited though, considering the importance of the date. he couldn't sleep at all the night before, so he wakes you up with breakfast in bed..a box on the tray with a necklace inside.

"happy anniversary, doll. now you'll have a piece of me even when I'm away."

↳˗ˏˋ ted ˊˎ˗ ↴

when ted came up behind you as you did you’re makeup, the last thing you expected was to be bent over the bathroom counter taking back shots. you both needed to be heading out the door 5 minutes ago, but your boyfriend got too distracted by your costume. so now he’s balls deep fully dressed as austin powers while he has your top pulled down so he can see your tits bouncing.

“we-we’re gonna be l-laaaaate!” you’re whining while making eye contact with him thru the mirror.

you're trying so hard to not mess up your makeup, only having had your lips left to do...but now your wig’s not set, your outfits not ready anymore, and you're gonna have to cover up the hickeys he’s leaving on your neck. to say you’re stressed out would be an understatement.

“baby, you know schlatt doesn’t start anything on time. i bet no one’s even there yet, okay ? now stop worrying that pretty little head and let me make you feel good.”

as if on cue there’s a ding from your phone, a message from the big man himself asking when you think you two will be arriving since you’re bringing a good amount of the liquor.

“ignore him,” it comes out gruff as he flips your phone over so the screens no longer showing.

"b-but i still have to fin-finish getting ready!"

"and you will," the hand gripping the back of your neck forces you to look at your own reflection, "...but not until we're done, princess. now look at how pretty you are and take this dick."

your phone is vibrating now, ringing so loud it makes you jump at first. you already know it's schlatt and in that moment you start debating on the worst best? decision you've ever made. you go back and forth but when the sound of the phone dissipates followed by another text...you make up your mind. so without missing a beat, you start scrunching up your face, pushing your ass back against his thrusts, and faking the best moans you can produce. ted stops immediately, a confusing look adorning his face. he pulls out and you can feel him staring into your soul before you even rise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"....what...was that, y/n?"

"w-what do you mean? i cam dumbie," you smile up at him thru the reflection, "now let me finish getting ready, and ill suck you off while you drive."

ted's jaw drops at that, a scoff leaving his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. he's laughing soon enough, laughing so hard he falls forward to clutch his stomach.

"i know you're not calling that half-assed, theater kid performance an orgasm!"

your cheeks go red as you look away in the mirror; you can feel him staring into your soul without even looking up to meet his gaze.

“look at me, baby.”

but you don’t..you’re too shy now that he knows the truth.

“y/n.”

he’s turning you around now, but your eyes are trained on they bathroom tiles below you. refusing to meet his eyes as he calls your name again. next thing you know a hand is lightly gripping your chin to tilt it up towards him.

“just look at me, love. swear i’m not mad.”

so you take a deep breath before looking up, pouty lips and puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what ?”

“like that.”

you furrow your brows and lightly slap him on the chest before attempting to turn back around. but ted’s arms are wrapping around you, your naked chest pressed to his clothed one. he notices your nipples are sensitive as you shiver from the contact as they brush against his costume. at this he picks you up to set you on the counter.

“i think i need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

you whine at this, voice annoyed as you once again try to tell him you need to get ready. but ted’s spanking your inner thigh to get you to shut up, his voice deepening for what he says next.

“what’s rule one, princess?”

your thighs clench around his hand even though it’d take him less than 5 seconds to overpower you and force them back open again. you curse as the involuntary needy tone leaves you and flows thru the air, sounding breathless as you go to answer him.

“…n-no..no back talking.”

“mhmm,” he’s pushing your legs apart and sliding his fingers closer to your center, “and what are you doing?”

a frown spreads across your face, “..i-i’m talking back..”

“so what should i do, y/n?” he’s rubbing circles on your clit at this point, making you feel all fuzzy.

“y-you should punish me, teddy.”

he’s groaning out at the nickname, fingers moving to push inside of you at a rough pace. you can hear the sound of ted’s fingers fucking you and his palm smacking your clit from how good he’s giving it to you. you start squirming around from the feeling, so overwhelmed since you didn’t expect to be this sensitive from not actually cumming earlier. but his free arm is wrapping around your hips to keep you still as he starts pressing kisses to your jaw, bound to add to the mess of marks he’s already left there. you’re sweating at this point, clawing at your boyfriend's shoulders as he moans into your neck.

“you're gonna cum on my fingers, cum on my dick, then we're leaving. you can fix your shit in the car since you're in such a hurry, princess."

you're moaning out at that, getting tighter at how rude his tone is. ted's been rough with you plenty of times. he's your dom for christ's sake, but...he's never been this mean.

(and you're mclovin it)

"aww you like that? felt you clenchin on me, baby," you can feel his smile against your skin.

you're nodding your head, too busy moaning to find words. the orgasm building in your stomach is coming faster than you realized.

'i-i'm gonna cuuuum!"

"go ahead, cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

the orgasm rips thru your body at the permission, your noises being silenced as ted gives you a passionate kiss while he helps you ride it out. as soon as your body calms down he's pulling you off the counter,

"ohh shit, i got you love!"

he catches you on your shaky legs, kissing your nose before spinning you around. you're finally met with your reflection once again, ted's cock lining up with your entrance as one of his hands intertwines with yours. he slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. he stays still for a few minutes just to tease you..and it works. so you start pushing back against him, wiggling your ass for extra measure. he's landing a light slap to your ass with his free hand, a smirk on his lips as he starts slamming into you. but soon enough your phone's going off again, schlatt's face filling up your screen for the second time tonight.

"answer it."

"w-what?"

"answer it, princess. let's see how good your poker face is."

your free hand scrambles to grab your phone, bending over a little so ted's out of the frame and your tits aren't on screen.

"what the fuck is taking you bastards so long?" comes blaring through your speakers.

"s-sorry we're gonna head o-out soon!" you try to say it normally, but with the way ted's filling you up, it's nearly impossible.

schlatt's drowning in confusion, but then ted makes a mistake...he thursts in balls deep, a loud clap followed by your moans you can't hold back.

"t-teddy!" your brows are scrunching up and your toes curling as your boyfriend keeps the new pace, your grip loosening so schlatt gets an eye full of your tits bouncing with his best friend behind you. schlatt goes quiet, memorized by the sight on his phone.

"show big guy how you cream for me, love...and make sure he sees your pretty face when you cum."

your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers find your clit, cum so much it starts running down his dick and staining his pants. he fucks you through your orgasm, holding your overstimulated body up as he starts back up.

"almost done, baby. gonna cum in your cunt first though," he's bringing your still-conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of yours. he starts jackhammering his hips as your whines get louder. "w-want your cum, teddy! g-give it to me-- please baby. need it!"

ted slams into you one last time, stopping balls deep as you shiver from him pressing against your g spot juuuust right. he lets out a deep groan as he empties inside of you, pulling your head back to reconnect your lips as his hands wrap around your waist.

(bonus)

silence ensues as your breathing regulates, falling into the comfort of his embrace...until your ears pick up on a familiar accent,

"holy.fucking.shit."

↳˗ˏˋ charlie ˊˎ˗ ↴

you and charlie are having a movie night at his place, the half-eaten popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside an empty bag of gummy bears. the sun setting and your full belly are a bad combo as your eyelids grow heavier as the seconds tick by. you're about to pass out when you feel him move behind you, hips pressing into yours as he yawns. you let out a loud whine, cockwarming him now backfiring as it makes you start to throb around him.

"don't tell me you were about to fall asleep," his voice startles you so you jump a little. making your predicament worse as it makes his dick hits a spot deep within you, moaning out as you press your thighs together. "s-shut up!"

he just laughs at that, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. you grip his forearms, feeling him somehow sink even deeper into you. "stooop baby..this isn't fair!"

you look over your shoulder, giving him a sad look to guilt trip him. it seems to work because he's pulling out to quickly slam back in, hands going to strip you of his oversized hoodie you have on. (the ONLY thing you have on btw)

charlie's a sweetheart, always treating you like a queen in and out of the bedroom. but you notice the dark look in his eye sometimes, the way he gets lost in his head and will start pounding into you. you know he's holding back, can sense it every time your intimate...and you crave to know what's going thru his head in those moments. so you do the only thing you know charlie will hate. you two specifically spoke about faking orgasms the first time you has sex.

"just be honest with me, i need to learn your body and what you like. don't gotta pretend with me, y/n. never with me, okay?"

you know he's got a dom in him somewhere, so you do what you have to to see if you can bring it out. as he squeezes your newly uncovered tits you start your plan with loud moans pouring from your mouth. you do the poorest job of faking it, making sure to give your worst performance possible. you feel charlie freeze up behind you, his arms loosening from around you.

"ch-charlie?" your voice shakes as you call out to him, "why'd you stop, baby?"

before you know it he's pulling out of your pussy, forcing you off the couch and onto your knees. "you know exactly why. don't act fucking dumb," his eyes are set into a glare as he spits the words at you. your hands go to grab his cock, thinking he wants to use your throat. but he's slapping your hands away before going to grab your panties off the floor, using them to bind your hands behind your back.

"now you're gonna fucking sit there and let me cum on that pretty face like the slut you are," he's standing in front of you now, towering over your naked frame on the floor. your sitting on your knees, bound and so wet it's driving you insane. your boyfriend's muscles are flexing as he pumps his cock, red angry tip leaking precum profusely.

you start squirming, trying to get some pleasure from pressing your thighs together as you watch him in all his glory. he thankfully doesn't notice for a few minutes, too lost in his new mindset he's finally opening up. but when he does he's kicking your legs apart, free hand going to your hair to bring your attention up to him, "so goddamn needy but you're not cumming tonight, baby."

you whine at that, opening your mouth to talk back but you're cut off by charlie shoving his balls into your mouth. your brain melts as your tongue massages him, eyes going hazy as you slip into sub space. there's drool running down your chin, switching between his balls as he starts letting out some whines of his own.

"keep fucking sucking," he's quickening his pace now. the air in the room reeking of sex as charlie's chest starts heaving, cheeks growing red as he nears closer to his orgasm. you do your best to make it the best you can without your hands, pussy leaking all over the floor from the sight above you.

"oooh fuuuuuccckkk," he's forcing your head to stay choking on his balls as he pumps himself to the edge. your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull from the grip in your hair, moaning out at the feeling. he's whimpering as ropes of his cum paint your face, the vibrations finally sending him into nirvana. he releases your hair, petting your head as he leans down to untie your wrists.

"you okay, baby? did i go too far? fuck I'm so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss. silencing his doubts as you burst into a smile, pulling away to smirk at him as you reflect on what just happened.

"my plan totally worked!"

his mouth falls open at your confession, completely caught off guard by your sneaky ass games.

"i knew you couldn't have been that bad of an actor! no way that was your best fake orgasm!" he's smiling at you as he brings your wrists to his mouth, leaving kisses against the red marks.

"obviously! i could definitely fool you if I wanted," a scream leaves your lips as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. charlie doesn't hesitate to throw you over his shoulder as he lands a playful slap on your ass.

"yeah sure, cupcake," your view of the floor is flipped as your boyfriend tosses you onto his bed. "now lay back and let me show you why you don't ever have to fake an orgasm again...even if it was only to set me off. "

"i don't know…it got us what we both wanted, right?" there's a light in your eyes as you say it, giggles flowing thru you effortlessly.

"oh you're trouble," he's lowering himself against your body, smile never leaving his face.

"yeah…but that's why you like me so much."

"yeah.. it is you fucking psycho."

(bonus)

"cooome on, baby," it's moaned into your overstimulated pussy, charlie devouring you from underneath. he's been between your thighs for an hour now, with this last round leading him to sweet-talk you into sitting on his face. your juices are running down his face and chest, hands tangled in his hair. you two lock eyes as your stomach starts twisting up for the fifth time tonight. there's a smugness to his voice as your legs start shaking around his head, "yeaaahh this one's real, huh honey?"

[boybeholding]

I can barely find any mutant mayhem Donnie x male reader fics so I was wondering if you could write one please I'll give you this 🍕 as a sign of my gratitude

I GOTCHU ANON (cracks knuckles) keep that pizza in the microwave for me. decided to write it paralleling them meeting april because I think any of these four being clumsy and flustered is cute. I'm still testing out formatting for requests and such so let me know if you guys have any feedback <3 not sure how i feel about the fic itself buuut... i think it's certainly done.

╭────────────.★..─╮ Blood in the water. ╰─..★.────────────╯

Mutant Mayhem; Donatello / Male!Reader Word Count: 1,560 Content Warnings: swearing, maybe internalized homophobia if you squint? but that wasn't the intention as I was writing it. Summary; After a head-on collision in the hallway, Donnie meets the boy of his dreams. Now all he has to do is keep his brothers from finding out about him.

“Sooo… Leo… how’d that date with April go?”

The banter as the four of them walked home carried on as it always has, the only difference being that they finally had some new material. It’d been months since they’d integrated at Eastman high, and things were still running smooth as ever. It was perfect!

Sure, maybe not everyone was so accepting, but when the four of them were expecting screams of horror and violent brutality from the humans, they could tolerate some sour glances and rude comments.

“Mikey how many times do I have to TELL you guys, it- it wasn’t a date!” 

“Uhh, you don’t have to tell us that,” Raph shot back. “We aaall heard her at Prom-”

Dialogue quickly overlapped as the three of them verbally dogpiled onto Leo, who was struggling to cut through the crosstalk.

“Well- hey, y’know– I can’t be the ONLY one who’s got a… well, a crush. C’mon! You gotta cut me some slack.”

“Even if we did,” interjected Donnie, “we’d do a waaaay better job of hiding it than you!”

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Donnie now realized the irony in that sequence of events, looking back to the morning that had followed that conversation. 

See, despite months of attending a crowded high school, Donnie hadn’t really taken the time to unlearn his habit of walking with his headphones on and his eyes closed. Really because it hadn’t resulted in any major tragedies up until then. 

He’d walked to first period so many times he could do it backwards, but as he cracked an eye open to gauge his turn into the classroom, he realized far too late that he’d… miscalculated. 

He tried to move back- to reorient himself, but the flow of movement in the hall behind him pushed him forward, and he collided hard with…

With…

Oh.

Time slowed down to a crawl as you were slammed against the locker, a moment passing as you recovered from the blow before you’d twisted around. Donnie had almost forgotten the circumstances that had led him here when he was forced against your chest instead of your back, looking up and seeing your face. 

Maybe it came as no surprise that Donnie had a bit of a weakness for cute boys. His brothers hadn’t caught on yet, but if you took a scrutinizing glance at his interests, you may notice the consistency. And currently, he was literally being smushed against the cutest guy he’d ever seen in real life, much like you mash two dolls together to indicate that they’re kissing. 

The awe he felt, though, was only a brief respite from the panic as he saw that your nose was bleeding.

“Ohhhh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It– it was the kid behind me, and I, My uh, my shell is making it– hard to get out, and-”

“Ugh- dude.” You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back a bit, causing Donnie to realize that the hall was mostly empty now. 

You rubbed your head with a small wince, and were clearly about to turn and carry on with your business. 

“WAIT!” You turned back, raising a brow, and Donatello tensed at the realization of how loud he’d just shouted. 

“Can I at least walk you to the nurse’s office? I’m really sorry.” Wiping the blood away with your thumb (which was like, anime boy levels of hot, Donnie thought privately), you shrugged and gestured for him to follow. 

He did. Naturally. 

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Donnie didn’t know why he and his brothers kept meeting their love interests through near major accidents, but that collision was the start of something fantastic. 

He learned that day that your name was (y/n), and from then on just kept learning more and more phenomenal things about you. Another month seemed to fly by, with the two of you becoming fast friends. Not all of your interests overlapped, but as Donnie learned more of what you liked, the more it became what he liked too.

There was just one small hiccup. 

Donatello… really didn’t want his brothers to find out about you. As well as he’d managed to pretend not to be crushing on you big time, his brothers were like sharks when it came to that sort of thing. If they didn’t know he liked guys before, he was convinced they’d be able to tell just by your presence - like you were blood in the water.

It was going smoothly enough so far, though. The only class you shared was Computer Science, and, well... Let's just say Donnie's brothers weren't exactly jumping at the chance to sign up for that elective.

As he left the building that day to meet his brothers in his usual spot, He found himself once again glued to his phone, takking away at your DMs.

"Ack-!" "Aah!!"

Donnie reared back from the minor bump, flushing a little as he glanced up.

"Dude, you ever gonna stop bumping into me?"

"Uhh... nah. Too much work. Not my fault you're always standing right in my way." He responded, smiling when that earned him a chuckle. "What're you doing out here anyways? Don't you usually take the bus?"

"Yeah, but I've gotta stop by the store on my way home, so I'm walking. Don't you and your brothers usually walk home together? I could tag along."

"Uh."

Fuck.

"Well. Yeahh.. We do. But, we kind of.. Live in the sewer?"

"...Yeah? I remember. I'd only walk part-ways."

"Right, well, uh... I mean-"

"DONNIE!" Raph grabbed both his shoulders from behind, startling a yelp out of him as he whipped around.

"Oh, uh-- Hey guys!"

"What gives? We've been waiting at the spot for like.." Mikey glances at his phone, "..Well, only like three minutes, but you're usually there first."

"Guys, chill out, I told you he was probably just leaving class with someone else."

"Yup mystery solved-- bye (y/n), let's go guys!!"

Wrong move. Donnie could feel he'd messed up when all three of his brothers turned their heads to him.

Blood in the water.

"Woooah, chill out bro, we're not in a rush. So you're (y/n)? I don't think we've met." Mikey turned to you.

You nodded, "In the flesh. And you're... Mikey, Raph, and Leo?" You pointed to each of them as you recalled their names. "I was just asking if I could walk with you guys."

"Hah- well- I don't think we--" "Oh, totally!" "Yeah man, feel free!"

"I'm sure Donnie would love that,"

Donnie exchanged glares with each of his brothers, huffing before pulling up a reluctant smile.

"Yeah, uh.. what they said!"

"Awesome!"

And so you tagged along as they began walking. It wasn't all bad, Donnie just had to keep his cool and remain nonchalant. Shouldn't be too hard.

"So, we still on for tonight?" You asked, bumping your shoulder against Donnie's.

"Duh- Especially since it's my turn to pick."

"I am not watching One Piece, just FYI."

"You two got a nerd date or something?" Raph interjected. Donnie frowned at him, feeling his fists ball up, but was surprised to hear you laugh easily.

"Kind of. It's a cultural exchange." With one hand gesturing as you speak, the other sneaks its way around Donnie's arm.

Kind of? It was kind of a date? and you were holding his arm??

Donnie glanced down at where you'd held onto him, before his eyes narrowed in a smug glance in Raph's direction. His brother, on the other hand, had his mouth hanging slightly open; his brows furrowed down.

Donnie ran his lip between his teeth before he adjusted his arm, sliding his hand down into yours. It felt.. right. He brushed along your knuckles, how small each of them were under his three-fingered hands- and his heart threatened to melt when you squeezed in return. The dialogue that continued between you and his brothers faded to white noise at that feeling.

"Alright, this is where I've gotta part ways. It was nice meeting you all!"

You leaned down, pressing a quick peck into Donnie's cheek.

"see you tonight!"

You were gone before Donnie could even process what'd happen, an incoherent exhale of noise escaping him as his brothers began hollering.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH. DONNIE?? IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND??" "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US??"

Donnie's brain kicked into action finally, looking away with a rub to the back of his neck.

"I ahh..... y'know, we're not really sure yet?- kind of uhh.... testing the waters and stuff..?" He lied, shooting a glance over his shoulder to assure you weren't in earshot.

"Dang, you really DO have some rizz after all!"

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(y/n) today at 5:14 all good to have you over for the night!

TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:15 cool cool! so uh... can i ask what the smooch was about earlier??

(y/n) today at 5:18 oh, yeah, sorry!! i just noticed your brothers were teasing you about me figured i'd lean into it & get them to back off lol see you in ten?

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Donatello huffed, staring at that message for a long few minutes. Well, that TOTALLY answered his question.

Not.

But.. At least he'd learned that you apparently weren't opposed to holding his hand and kissing his cheek. Even if it was something of a performance.

Maybe tonight, he could get a private show.

There was only one way to find out.

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TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:22 yup! on my way

[ournachojesus]

Dead plate talk (part 2)

Why do people ship Vincent and Rody?

If you didn’t see the last post then you may not get what I’m saying entirely but I’ll try to provide context.

Last time I said that they are the different sides of the same coin. Cat and dog. Selfish and selfless. Dark and bright. People hater and people pleaser. So different but connect in so many ways. People like when opposing sides are attracted to one another. When their souls are far more intertwined than they themselves know. Both fools, chasing after happiness with methods that lead to nothing. Rody is offering his everything on a plate for others to eat and Vincent is a gluten that’ll not even leave bones behind.

Vincent was the first to go mad. Since he and Rody are so similar, do you think Rody would have done something horrible as well? Vincent was closer to the edge than Rody so does that mean with just a little push he would be there too? That edge might have been one of the endings. To be consumed? To be (supposedly) left by someone you love? To find your loved one taken? Really up to you. What happened with Rody after?

Spiraling down slowly till they went hand in hand in a sudden drop. What happens when the selfish and selfless finally sees what the other has? When it’s that extremes. It can be quite chaotic.

Also people like to pair those they find attractive together.

messed up little guys that suffer chose extreme actions to try and find happiness. Once they meet they drive the other or both a little (lot) insane. Then you just smush them together like dolls and say “now kiss”.

Aka - Opposites attract but fucked up and with cannibalism

[frikatilhi]

but how far does their flirting and the jokes go?? this is one question I keep coming back to.. "keep me", "you're my boyfriend yes yes", "maybe something more".. And hey remember when they said they talked about things like fanfics? It can't be just that one time right? (not that I want them to read any of it, it's for us - not for them. but I mean.. what if they start wondering what it could look like.. creating their own bojere versions.. 👀 it couldn't be just that one time conversation in a dark karaoke booth corner right??). It's SO EASY for them to keep flirting and to keep gently pushing, leaning into each other, hugging, ruffling the hair, brushing the nose on the cheek.. gently kissing on the lips and seeing how the other will react... if the boundary was crossed by accident, one can always say "oh sorry brother" and laugh it off, right? Because there's always an option to take a step back, maybe they take bigger steps forward? just to see how far they're allowed to go?

(please don't mind me if this doesn't make sense I came back tipsy from a night out and saw all the soft bojere on my dash and don't know what to do with my head now, I love them so much I want to pinch those cute cheeks and smush their faces together like barbie dolls ArgH!)

oh honey

sometimes it seems like such a waste, huh?

Yeah that fanfic thing is not something I can think of too closely ksdjhglksdj, I really hope they've never looked because it's not meant for that, so I want to think it's just a theoretical conversation for them.

But yeah it has definitely happened more than once, but that time in September was the first time they saw each other in a while, and they really saw the love during NT, so it's no wonder they talked about their connection and the way fans see it and love it and interpret it. And it sounds like they have a really nice mutual understanding about it. ❤️

[blankwashed]

JINX.

MDNI

(TW BEFORE READING: things with saliva, getting called a slut, voyeurism)

(A/N: I’m sorry that this might be a very generic plot)

(backstory: Satoru and you were at a comic party in one of you guys’ friends villa that requires both of you to cosplay. Hours passed and it was getting boring, until you went on the rooftop with him. You were dressed as Harley Quinn and him as the Joker.)

"You see all these people down there?" he asked quietly, gesturing to the crowds minding their own business down below. "They're our audience tonight baby doll." With that, he spanked her with a whip causing it to echo loudly in the still night air. You yelped softly, heart hammering in your chest.

This was it – a chance to live out your most taboo fantasy.

"Hmm, you're already getting into character huh, Toru?" you smirked.

Letting out a low chuckle, he stepped even closer, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. "When you call me 'Toru,' it makes me want to punish you," he rasped, his voice taking on a darker tone. "But since you seem so eager to please…" With that, he trailed the tip of his fingers teasingly along your collarbone, making her shiver involuntarily. "Maybe I'll let you have a taste of what comes next."

His eyes glinted wickedly in the moonlight as he circled behind you, looming around your miniature size compared to his. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled her close, his hard length rubbing against your ass through their clothes. "What do you say, Harley?" he breathed into your ear. "Are you ready to put on a show for us?"

As you took multiple deep breaths, exhaling loudly, you locked your eyes onto his. "Only if you are, Joker. You know I'm always ready to impress you, puddin'~".

Leaning in close, Toru whispered huskily into your ear, "Oh, I am definitely impressed, my little minx. Now let's show everyone else how good we are together." With that, he spun you around to face him, his hands moving quickly to undo the buttons on your top. You watched in fascination as he revealed your soft breasts,nipples standing proudly erect in anticipation due to the cold wind hitting them.

Without warning, he captured one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. At the same time, he reached down and tugged roughly at the hem of your skirt, revealing more of your smooth thighs. Then, with a swift motion, he lifted you up onto the nearby table, positioning her legs wide apart.

"This should be quite the spectacle, look at how many already have their phones out, capturing the magnificent view that is you," he murmured approvingly, running his hands up and down her exposed thighs.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. As he traced circles around your swollen folds with his finger, you closed your eyes and threw your head back in ecstasy.

As the daring little minx you were, you lifted up his chin and asked him in the littlest voice you could, “Spit on me,”. Blinking up in surprise, Satoru didn’t hesitate but to fulfil your wish. Tilting his head back, he spat saliva that landed squarely on your face, causing you to shiver. “Like that, slut?” he asked huskily, voice thick with arousal. You nodded vigorously, eyes locked on his as you reached down to grab his hair roughly, pulling his face towards yours. Without another word, you smushed your lips together in a searing kiss that left no doubt as to what you wanted next. A slow smirk spread on his facial features, signalling that he wanted to take it up a notch.

“Swallow all of it, baby” he commanded softly, his voice dripping with authority. You stared at him submissively while you swallowed every lick of him. The sight of your submission only furled his desire further ; he knew he was pushing your boundaries, but you would do anything he asked you to do just because you love him. Right now all you seemed to crave was more of his insane way of affection.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Satoru pulled your waist and grinding against it to display his hunger for you. His mouth descended on you once more, claiming your lips as his in a bruising kiss with teeth and tongue. One of his hands move to cup your breasts with nipples hard for all to see. You moaned loudly into the kiss, arching your back off the make-shift bed in sought for more friction.

Smirking down at you, Satoru increased the tempo of his hips, hitting the right spot every time. The spot that makes you see stars. "Toru! I-I can't handle it anymore-" you scream with your legs in the air, hands clutching to any possible surface bringing you down to a leveled surface. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, filling you completely. You cried out his name as wave after wave of bliss consumed you, your body quaking beneath his expert touch. Looking down at you, Gojo smiled triumphantly, knowing that together they would put on a show unlike any other.

With a dark aura surrounding him, Satoru leaned in close, his mouth hovering near your earlobe. "Call me the Joker, dear..." he purred, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "And remember, this isn't just for our benefit. We have an audience waiting to see what happens next." With that, he pulled away slightly, giving you a view of the city skyline lit up in front of them. The sounds of the crowd below mingled with their heavy breathing, creating a sense of anticipation that hung thick in the air. You looked up at Satoru, your eyes filled with trust and adoration. You knew that whatever happened next, they would face it together; their bond stronger than ever before.

Each powerful stroke caused your inner walls to spasm around him, sending waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through your veins. Your nails scratched harshly at his shoulders, leaving red marks. Moans and gasps echoed around as the both of you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.

You felt your orgasm was building, ready to take over your whole body. With a cry of pleasure, you convulsed violently beneath him, your inner muscles squeezing his cock. Overwhelmed by the intensity of your climax, he followed soon after, cum filling you to the brim.

“Guys! You should come down and see this! Nanami doing a backflip!”

The both of you didn’t care, staring into each other’s eyes.

The reason I wrote about Satoru is because..I told my friend that I’m losing interest in him and might prefer Toji rn. She scolded me badly lol so I thought the feels will come back if I write a smut for him

This is also a fantasy of mine :x

[aego-culture-is]

Aego writer culture is taking your OCs and smushing them together like dolls

"now kiss! and if you do it enough you can take each other's clothes off like you already want to because somehow I made you allo!"

*whispers* I do that too

[eyesontheskyline]

me ripping out obviously hotchniss moments from jemily stans’s cold dead hands: MINE

I saw a post where someone said Emily was staring at JJ at Haley’s funeral??😭 Hello she was looking at her mans 🤨

This was inspired by the season 7 jet scene bc I just saw someone saw it’s a jemily moment😀 hello she and hotch were literally about to kiss

Ha oh god.

I honestly hate that jet scene as a Hotchniss moment AND as a Jemily moment. I can see it for both, because if you take what she's saying at face value, he's asking 'how did you get by?' and her answer is having contact with JJ. And of course there's those super warm smiles Hotch and Emily share.

But it doesn't make any sense for them to keep in touch that way - it's reckless and stupid, and I have a hard time believing either of them would've compromised something so high stakes. It makes me like them less as people and as a ship to think they did that, so I just. . . don't. And I also think there needs to be an actual answer to how she got by in Paris, or (preferably) some kind of admission that she kind of didn't - it was hard, and lonely, and she missed her friends, and everything wasn't okay then and isn't okay now. I think it was a bit of lazy writing, to make us feel like being smuggled away to Paris while still physically recovering from near-fatal injuries to hide all alone for months from the terrorist who nearly killed her was not a trauma, so it's fine that the show doesn't deal with it. So I kind of ignore the actual content of the scene - it doesn't make sense to me, and I think it's tonally weird considering the subject matter.

I think everyone is looking at Hotch during Haley's funeral, because how could you not be? It's devastating, and he's devastated, and they all care about him so much. I struggle with the 'truther' vibes of some of the Jemily section of the fandom a little bit, but I did used to write some Jemily back in the day, and I can kind of see it early on. But to me it's kind of the same vibe* as when people try to prove that Hotch and Emily were literally secretly in a relationship during S4-5 and here are the breadcrumbs the show dropped to prove it. . . Like, it's fine to write around what's in the show, to see the little moments and build on them, but the show is not trying to drop breadcrumbs for us to pick up on to plant the idea that they're in a relationship off screen - if they wanted the relationship to be canon, they would write it.

I think shipping is at its best when everyone just admits what we're doing is making our dolls kiss the way we want - it doesn't need to be more canon or more right than anyone else's ship, it just needs to be the one we personally enjoy. You can ship the same character in more than one ship, you can ship two characters who never even met. . . literally whatever you find enjoyable. And what's even better about it than smushing dolls together is there are infinite dolls - my Emily can be kissing Hotch and someone else's can be kissing JJ and someone else's can be starting a new life under the sea and it's literally fine.

I think what I kind of struggle with is when people watch the show looking for only their ship. Like, it's valid to watch the show however you watch it, but those are the posts I personally find grating. So like, Emily and JJ giving each other the eyes at Haley's funeral - I think that undermines the love and respect and friendship they all feel for Hotch. I've been at a bunch of funerals, and I wasn't like. . . checking out my love interest. I was thinking about the dead person and the people who loved them the most. And the moment when Emily saves Will at the bank - making that about Jemily takes so much away from both Emily and Will as characters, for me. Idk. I just like the complexity of the characters, and for me personally that's what makes shipping fun, so any time I have to ignore the complexity of the characters to do the shipping, I'm out.

(* except with an unfortunate side of 'this is morally superior because Emily was going to be a lesbian before they decided she wasn't')

[ashintheairlikesnow]

GALLAGHER SIBS "Don't you dare!"

CW: Referenced parental abuse (in the past), but otherwise just the Gallaghers being Gallagher-y

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"Iz. No. Don't you even dare."

Izzy jumps about a feet in the air, twisting around to look over the back of the couch. Her little brother - who is several inches and at least fifty pounds bigger than her, but he is three years younger so he is little, okay - glares at her.

The controller is loose in her hands, and Izzy presses her lips together before turning back away from him. "Don't I even dare what, Jamie?"

"Watch that show." Jamie comes around and flops down on the sofa, one cushion between them. "About her."

"It's a new one." Izzy fiddles nervously with the controller, now. "And the bit - the synopsis - says it's about, you know, her family more than just her. Don't you want to know?"

"Nope." Jamie shrugs. He's got on pajamas still. They are on holiday, after all. Nothing to do but complain about it being cold and eat snacks instead of lunch. "I don't care about any of them. Who even cares what they got up to, Iz? All they did was have babies, turn into terrible people, and eventually some of them had her and she's terrible, too. What don't you already know?"

"Don't know. But maybe... Maybe something. Something important. Besides, the Marcosets made Aunt Hannah, too."

"... Yeah, I guess. But one good person out of about a million terrible ones isn't a great record."

Izzy stares at the screen, where an image of an old black and white photo of a large family is the faded background to a beautiful modern photograph from just before Jax escaped of Savvie herself, head tipped to the side, smiling. There's a hint of a shoulder, of Izzy's dad's telltale hair, just cut off. They never get to use his image. That's something. "... Mom made us, too..."

"Dad made us. And Stewart, and Aunt Hannah, and Kie built the rest once we had him, too. Iz, we're not Marcosets. Okay? We get to decide, and we decided not to be. Remember? We don't have any Marcoset in us anymore. Just Gallagher."

Izzy thinks about how she knows she won't ever have her own children. That she has nightmares about locking children in closets for hours or in rooms full of ghosts to cry until they fall asleep still terrified. She has dreams about screaming with anger at her own tiny baby Bella face, being trapped in Savvie's body and unable to change a single thing.

She thinks about how her temper, which she has buried as deep as she can but which still erupts when she is pushed too far, terrifies her because she doesn't know for sure if it's her father's temper or her mother's. If she would become Savvie, one day, if she was ever put in control of something as helpless as she had once been. Helpless and small, wanting just to be held. To be loved.

But nothing was ever allowed to be loved more than Savvie in Savvie's house. Not even a baby.

Izzy shivers.

Besides which, she's already been Jamie's mam, as close as he gets, until Kie came into the picture to give them another dad and the softness to round out Jax's sharp edges.

"Ugh." Jamie sighs. "You don't believe me. I can tell. Let's just watch something else, Iz. Anything else."

She hesitates. Gnaws on her lower lip. Besides her, Jamie's knee bounces reflexively in a body that never stops moving.

"Izzy. Please. I don't like how you get after you watch shows like that." Jamie's voice changes. It goes soft, and younger than his body. Pleading.

She looks over at her little brother, who has been toddling after her since he could walk. She's kissed his scraped knees and bruises and felt his forehead for a fever when she was seven and he was four. Who tore up her construction-paper dolls she made and then when she cried, he cried too and tried to smush them back together until she couldn't stop laughing at the sight of all the extra arms and legs he had taped into what was meant to be a dog

Jamie who, when his school made silly crafts for moms or dads, always brought the 'mom' craft home for Izzy. She'd worn a sewing-spool necklace for a month that he had painted and hung on a string and brought to her. She still has it somewhere, in a box, with everything else he's ever made for her.

The thought makes her smile. "... Yeah, you're right. Let's watch something else. And then go for a walk later? I want to grab something from the shop."

"Yeah, good." Relief is visible on his face. All of Jamie's feelings are always plain to see. He never had to learn to hide them. "That's good."

He shifts over, and wordlessly she leans sideways until her shoulder rests against him.

There isn't anything she can learn about her mother that she doesn't already know, anyway. All the stuff she needs to learn now is about herself.

[lunainfortuna]

In the interview she mentions how she brings characters close to kissing and it just doesn’t feel organic right it feels like she’s smushing two dolls together and I feel like the acosf bonus of Elain and Azriel interacting WAS that. Like they didn’t even kiss and from Azriels pov we see he hadn’t even thought of her further than jacking off. I just didn’t get a sense from his thoughts in his head that he didn’t see her as his beyond the whole 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Then he proceeds regift the necklace. It’s like she considered el/riel then changed her mind when she felt she was forcing it. Then she goes on to mention if the bond can be love AND fate?

It’s hard because as you said the comment she made sounds like she’s feeding into the shipwar because it can lean on either side depending on how you see it but I hate how el/riels immediately act as though anything is confirmation they’re over confidence is actually what makes me feel they’re not so confident

I don't know if she was thinking about the bonus chapter when she said this (since it also applies to Lucien and Nesta), but damn lol she described it. I felt like I was reading it all over again. Not to mention that like you said, Azriel is not really invested in Elain - he doesn't think of her as more than a prize.

Now, in my opinion, she has never considered Elriel to be endgame or smth. I think that in the bonus she just wanted to show us that they do not belong together, you know? Like she was saying: see? that's bad. But with Gwyn, it works! There's joy and growth.

And, yeh, it's really hard. The question about rejecting a mate itself was bad to the current state of this fandom lmao. But I liked her answer. I really did. Unfortunately, I liked it, but elriels liked it as well 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 for them must be even harder tho because we have everything on our side. That's why they are desperate. And that's why they try to make every single thing about Elain.