#{ Figured it's been a long while since I made one of these }

[militaryapple]

I CAN BE YOUR ANTIDOTE TONIGHT ♡

synopsis. even if caleb isn't there physically, he can still make you cum.

cw. unawared voyeurism, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fem reader, he calls you princess, caleb's a creepo like ughh, nasty perverted man does nasty perverted things like watch you jerk off

add ons. big thanks to gracie poo for getting me out this slump </3 @rcvcgers . this wasn't proofread sorry my grammar goats ily I'll edit if I read and see mistakes

wc. 1.9k

it hadn't been long since you left skyhaven to go back home to linkon. it also hadn't been long since caleb had hired someone to break into your home and set up cameras around your house. okay, fine, he admits that he was probably breaking major laws but sometimes good people have to do bad things to protect the ones they love. he just.. so happen to be one of those good people.

at least that's what he told himself.

he watched you about 4 hours a day, watching your scheduled routine as many other monitors flooded his vision. it was fine. he was used to soaking in information just by a glance, so it wasn't stressful. it was one of the many skills he thanked himself for learning. he could multitask; be at work and watch you.

"I need, hah, to finish writing this report - hn" he would mutter to himself as he watched you through his big monitor, his cock twitching as he oh so gently rubbed his tip through his pants. okay. so what if he was hard from just watching you? it was out of his control. it really was. he watched as the live feed showed you rubbing yourself through your panties. how you shuffled to make yourself feel good.

it was truly unprofessional. he needed to turn off his monitor, think about something else and get back to work.. but he just couldn't. not when you spread your legs so widely, almost invitingly. how you fondled your tits while you whined and begged for him like a dog. oh how he wished he could be there to help you, to touch you. yet he was sitting down, in his office, practically palming himself while watching you through hidden camera's.

he was such a pervert.

it wasn't until caleb had heard his phone ring, annoyed he turned it to see who was calling. his frown soon turning into surprise as he lowered the volume to 0 on his monitor and picked up the surprising call, his eyes darting from the screen back to the phone.

he watched as you tried to steady your breath, how your hands slipped through the waistline of your panties, how you placed your phone down on the bed. face straight into your pillow. he couldn't help but smile, it was cute. what a show you were putting on for him.

"hey pip-squeak. what's the matter?" he said trying to sound as normal as possible. it was hard trying not to moan while watching you fuck yourself on the phone with him. how nasty you were.

"caleb!" you moaned, your breath heavy as you covered your mouth occasionally. "I um- I missed you. I just wanted to hear how your day was going." you sounded frantic - erratic even. your words fast and slurred, hushed. he couldn't help but hold in a chuckle. oh how cute you were.

"my day's good." he said, his hand swirling around the slit of his leaking tip. fuck, he would have to clean his uniform later. "I have a meeting to go to, pips. I'll call you after -" he was quickly silenced by the hurried "no"'s that fell out of your mouth. he smirked, did you want to hear his voice that badly you would jerk off to just hearing him talk about business? how desperate were you?

he looked back to the monitor, how your eyes puffed with tears, how good he was making you feel without having to even try. it could only make his cock twitch.

"hm? is something wrong? you sound a little hurried there." he teased, seeing your teeth impale your lip. "everything's... 'kay here." you couldn't even finish a full sentence. do you think he was that stupid? if he didn't have his monitor or cameras you would still be easy to figure out. the thought alone made him hungry for you.

"really? doesn't sound like it. what are you doing?" he asked oh so innocently. he watched as your hands pulled out of your panties, taking one of your pillows and putting it between your legs, rutting like some dog in heat. caleb tugged on his pants, now bringing his cock out fully. he moved his hand swiftly, listening for the click of his office door and the id lock power to his face only. good. no disturbances.

"pips? c'mon tell me. what are you up to." his voice beginning to shake as he fisted himself. oh the view of you was so so good. you were gorgeous even. he should be there, touching you and feeling you. making you cry and beg for more. how hands should be all of you, his hands pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt. fuck fuck he needed to get off work. the trip to skyhaven to linkon is only 2 hours. he'd gladly take the 2 hours if it meant seeing you, tasting you.

"I - I've 'missed you caleb" you whined out, practically moaning for him. "I needed to hear your voice again. please you make me feel good." you were practically begging for him. and from the look at his monitor he could even see tears roll down your cheek. he couldn't say no to you, the files could wait and he could skip one meeting. you asked so nicely, who was he to say no? he wasn't cruel.

"okay then princess, since you asked me so nicely." he coo'd softly. "stop whatever your doing and just feel yourself." he watched you listen. you didn't question him, why would you? you moved the pillow away your hands dancing around your body. oh fuck, caleb wanted to cum but he couldn't. he needed to hold out for his baby of course.

"feels nice, right? 'need you to touch your tits for me. don't be so harsh with them, gently. rub them, show them the love i'd show them. you can do that right princess?" your hands sliding in your sports bra, oh did it feel good. how you imagined how it was his fingers pinching at your swollen nipples. caleb groaned at the sigh. the sound of him making you shudder.

caleb soaked up the view, "alright, now slowly, make your way to your cunt. not so fast - just a feel around your panties, yeah?” he coo’d. oh how you missed him, his hands, his warmth. you needed him. you whined and in return he let out a grunt.

he couldn’t help but watch as you wrecked yourself, how you imagined he was there. touching you, making you feel good oh god how good he could make you feel. he could touch you in all the right places - all the places that needed to be adored and appreciated for. you were beautiful. “i know baby. slip your panties over, small circles alright?” moaned,

you nodded with hums okay “mhm”s and pants. your legs twitching and body bucking forward. your whines for caleb becoming needier and needier. “i need you caleb , please i need you so badly.” your hands rubbing around your slit. he was trying. oh how he wanted to be with you. it’s fine. the papers could wait - the meetings could wait. it was one meeting he could skip, pleasing you was more important.

you were drenched. he could see your panties soaked, going down your legs as you lifted your legs for a better feeling , god were you ready. “okay okay, one finger in - ” you moved your hand lower, slipping one finger inside your cunt, groaning and twitching. “i know baby, ‘cmon in and out. i know you can do it, find a rhythm” and you did. in and out , in and out “add another.” oh were you fucking soaked.

caleb watched as you fucked yourself; how you imagined your small fingers was his. how it was his hands going in and out of you. pumping you. making you feel so good. you couldn’t help but cry out for him, making him fist his cock faster. he wished he was there with you. you could take him so nicely. your throbbing cunt molding into the shape of his cock. how he would slide in and out of you.

he knew your fingers weren’t just enough. how they couldn’t compare to his thick hands, and how he touched you. how he kissed every single part of your body, making sure that your cunt felt appreciated. why couldn’t you have moved to skyhaven? it was nice, safe, closer. you would be closer. you could be loved and touched all you wanted - when you asked. when you needed him so desperately like you needed him now. caleb moaned as he watched you become a mess.

you lifted your legs up a bit, so you could reach further. you whined as caleb watched you, exploring your body with his eyes. “add another one for me baby.” you nodded - sounds of “mhm”s and “okay”s. you slip another finger inside yourself, hips bucking upwards as your hands pumped into your cunt faster.

“caleb — caleb please ‘m gonna cum. can i? please let me cum please.” you begged him. “yeah? cum for me baby, ‘cmon you can do it. use your other hand and ride it out.” he watched as you spread your legs, rubbing and pumping. your face fucked and dazed - oh how much of a perfect mess you were. a mess he made. your sounds making his cock twitch as he met your pace. the sound of you two panting and moaning like dogs for each other.

you cried out for him, your body shaking and quivering , making caleb almost proud. “i know baby, i know, i know. you’re doing so good for me princess, you sound so so good.” he coos. how pretty you were like this, a show just for him without you knowing. knowing that he was watching your every touch, gasp and quiver. he just cum by looking at you.

caleb jerked his hips forward, grunting. fuck he was close too. he thought about your touch, how he would be deep inside you. his cock buried deep inside your cunt, molding your shape into his. how you would need him to please you over and over again because your fingers just won’t do. he thought about where he would cum on you, your soft tits, your stomach, your pretty ‘lil face.

it didn’t matter, he knew where he would cum in. he would be hitting every spot in you, your walls clenching on his cock while you begged for him. he would fill you up to the brim, making you drip with his load. how perfect you’d feel around him.

that’s where his cum needed to be, that’s where it deserved to be, where it belonged. buried deep inside of you.

it didn’t take long until both of you were groaning with pleasure, the silence after you both made a mess. caleb reassuring how well you did for him and how beautiful you looked. you thought it was weird on how you two were on the phone and he couldn’t see you but you ignored it.

caleb hung up after telling you to get some rest and he’d see you when he went back to linkon. looking at his desk.

fuck, he was going to need a new monitor.

[goldfades]

could u write joe burrow and a young gf :3

ouuuu i lowkey love this!!! i forget joe is literally almost 30 sometimes cause he's been my baby since 2020 :(

The thing about loving Joe Burrow is that it never quite feels real.

Not in the way people would assume—Oh my God, you’re dating Joe Burrow—but in the quieter, trickier ways. Like how surreal it is to be brushing your teeth while he’s flopped across the bed scrolling through film, mumbling something about coverages.

Or how it feels when his name echoes from TV screens and sports talk shows, but the same voice that commands huddles and stadiums turns soft when he asks, “You good, babe?” after long days.

It started somewhere simple. It always does.

Before all the noise, before the headlines, before the whispers about her being too young or him settling down so soon. You were just you, balancing college classes and internships, while he was—well, Joe Burrow. Quarterback. Face of a franchise. The golden boy with ice in his veins and Ohio stitched into his heart.

The age thing? People love to talk.

"She's barely legal," Twitter said. "He's almost thirty—what could they possibly have in common?"

But nobody saw late nights where he quizzed you for exams between reps of watching film. No one heard him tease you about your Starbucks order or watched the way his whole face softened when you walked into a room.

You weren’t high school sweethearts or some college love story. You met after his star had already risen. He was 26 then, fresh off another playoff run. You were 20, still figuring out your major and how to parallel park. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. But somehow, between weekend flights to Cincinnati, cheap takeout, and late-night phone calls that stretched till sunrise, it became everything.

Now?

Now, he’s 28. And you’re counting down the weeks until your 22nd birthday.

It’s different now. The stakes are higher. His window is now, and yours is still unfolding. People don’t get that. They think he should be with someone who has it all figured out. Someone closer to his stage in life. But Joe? Joe never seemed interested in the version of you that had all the answers.

He likes you exactly as you are.

And maybe that’s what makes this all so dangerous. Because you love him like you have all the time in the world. But what if you don’t?

What if time, distance, and expectations catch up?

The thing about loving Joe Burrow is that it never feels real.

And maybe that’s what scares you the most.

It started in the most unremarkable way, which, in hindsight, made it all the more impossible.

You weren’t supposed to be there that night.

It was late spring—warm air clinging to skin, cicadas humming like background noise. A friend dragged you out, promising “something low-key” that turned out to be anything but. A rooftop bar downtown, lights strung across beams, music low enough for conversation but loud enough to fill silences. The kind of place where everyone seemed to know someone.

You felt out of place almost immediately—twenty, still figuring things out, surrounded by people who seemed to have their lives together. People with jobs, plans, confidence. You clutched your drink like a lifeline, nodding along to conversations you weren’t part of.

And then—him.

Joe Burrow.

You knew of him, obviously. Everyone did. The city’s golden boy. LSU’s champion turned Cincinnati’s hope. The one with the calm stare and colder game. But seeing him there, in a soft gray hoodie and jeans that looked too casual for someone like him, was jarring.

He wasn’t surrounded by a crowd like you expected. No loud entourage, no flashy bravado. Just him, leaning against the railing, a glass of something in his hand, looking out at the skyline like he wasn’t the biggest deal in the room.

You tried not to stare. Failed miserably.

And he caught you.

But here’s the thing—you looked away first. You didn’t smile or wave or give him that Oh my God, it’s Joe Burrow look he was probably used to. You just turned back to your group, back to your half-finished drink, back to your uncomfortable corner.

But he noticed.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Just a glance. A flicker of interest, easily forgotten. But when you shifted places an hour later, needing air and space, there he was—somehow always there. Close enough to talk to, if you were brave enough.

You weren’t.

He was.

"Not your scene?"

His voice caught you off guard—low, almost shy. He wasn’t cocky about it, didn’t lead with who he was. Just a simple question. You glanced over, squinting against the fading light.

"Not really," you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yours?"

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Not really."

And that was it. A conversation that began with mutual disinterest in the place you both stood.

No cheesy pickup lines. No starstruck reactions. Just two people, sharing a quiet pocket of space in a loud world.

It started slow after that.

Joe wasn’t the type to rush things. He didn’t blow up your phone the next day. There were no grand gestures. Just texts that came at odd hours—memes, random thoughts, “this reminded me of you” photos. Late-night conversations that started light and ended heavy.

"What do you wanna do after school?" "Not sure yet. Still figuring it out." "That’s cool. You got time."

And he meant it.

He liked listening. That was the first thing you noticed. Everyone assumed he’d be the one with stories to tell, but Joe preferred hearing yours. He wanted to know about your classes, your friends, your opinions on movies you half-watched.

He didn’t treat you like you were younger. He didn’t make you feel like you had something to prove.

And maybe that’s why you fell for him first.

Not that you said it. Not for a while.

You didn’t know it, but Joe liked that you didn’t treat him like Joe Burrow. You talked to him like he was just a guy—messy, complicated, figuring things out. And he wanted that.

For months, things stayed undefined. Texts. Calls. Occasional meetups when he was in the neighborhood. You told yourself it wasn’t serious. Couldn’t be. He had an NFL career; you had classes and part-time jobs.

But then came that night.

It was after a tough loss—one of those games where the city buzzed with disappointment. You shot him a simple text: “Tough one. Hope you’re good.”

Didn’t expect a reply. But he did.

"Come over?"

It wasn’t a question. And when you showed up, hair still damp from a rushed shower, no makeup, heart racing—he looked at you like you were the best thing he’d seen all week.

"You’re here," he said softly, like he didn’t quite believe it.

"Of course I am."

That night, there were no cameras, no expectations. Just Joe—quiet, vulnerable—and you, sitting beside him on a worn-out couch.

He kissed you first.

Soft, tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he should. Like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t.

You never wanted to.

So how have you lasted this long?

Patience.

It wasn’t always easy. The age gap made things complicated. He was settling into his prime years—face of a franchise, pressure mounting. You were still growing, still becoming.

But Joe never expected you to catch up. He let you take your time. He liked that you weren’t rushing.

You learned his rhythms—when he needed space, when he needed reassurance. He learned your moods—when you were overwhelmed, when you needed grounding.

You made room for each other.

Not because it was easy. But because it mattered.

And somehow, almost two years later, here you still are.

Joe’s turning 28. You’re on the edge of 22.

Everyone still talks. But neither of you have ever cared much about what they say.

--

The apartment was quiet in that late-afternoon, honey-gold kind of way. The kind of light that stretched long shadows across hardwood floors and made everything feel softer, slower. The game was on mute—highlights from last week’s win looping on ESPN—while you sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through your laptop.

Joe was in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a faded Ohio State tee and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from a shower, curling slightly at the edges. He moved with that same unhurried calm he always had off the field, focused on slicing up an apple with alarming precision for someone who could launch a 60-yard pass without blinking.

"You want some?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"No thanks," you mumbled, eyes still on the screen.

"Liar," he said, grinning. "You’re gonna steal a piece anyway."

He wasn’t wrong.

Joe crossed the room, dropping onto the couch beside you with a quiet oof. The plate balanced on his knee, and sure enough, when he popped a slice into his mouth, he held another out for you without looking.

"Told you," he muttered around a bite.

"Whatever," you said, accepting it anyway.

This was what you two were like—easy.

No big gestures or loud declarations. Just knowing. He knew you’d take the apple slice even when you said you wouldn’t. You knew he’d watch you more than the TV. The spaces between you were always filled with things left unsaid but understood.

"Whatcha working on?" he asked after a moment, nodding toward your laptop.

"Paper. Boring. You wouldn’t care."

"I always care," he said, leaning back. His arm stretched along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. "Tell me."

You gave him a look, skeptical.

"You literally fell asleep last time I explained this class to you."

"Nah," he grinned, slow and lazy. "Just resting my eyes. You were doing great."

"Uh-huh."

Joe bumped your knee with his. "Tell me."

So you did. Stumbling through half-formed thoughts about your topic, tapping at the trackpad, rambling. You knew you were probably losing him—this wasn’t exactly thrilling stuff—but Joe kept his gaze steady on you. Not nodding along just to be polite. Actually listening.

That’s what always got you. He listened.

Even when he didn’t get it, even when he was tired or distracted—he paid attention because it was you.

When you finally trailed off with a shrug, mumbling, "See? Boring," Joe shook his head.

"Nah," he said. "You sound smart when you talk about stuff you like."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed.

"I always sound smart," you shot back.

"Yeah," he said, grinning wider. "But especially when you’re like this. Focused. All serious."

He reached over, tugging gently at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Cute, too."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You shoved him, and he laughed, warm and low, catching your wrist with a loose grip. Not tight—never tight—just enough to pull you closer until you were half in his lap.

"Say it again," you teased, narrowing your eyes. "Say I sound smart."

Joe’s eyes sparkled with something playful, something soft.

"You sound smart," he murmured, voice dropping.

His thumb brushed slow circles against the inside of your wrist. His gaze flicked down to your mouth, then back up.

"And cute," he added, softer this time.

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the space between you wasn’t so wide anymore.

Joe always did that—brought things back to the quiet. He had this way of looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Like all the noise—fans, games, expectations—didn’t matter. Just you.

"You gonna kiss me or keep talking?" you whispered.

He didn’t smile this time. Just leaned in, closing the gap, slow and sure.

The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t some movie-scene, fireworks kind of thing. It was steady. Familiar. Warm. The kind of kiss that said, I know you. I’ve got you.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. Neither of you said anything for a beat.

Then—

"Told you I’d make you forget about that boring paper."

"You’re the worst."

"Mm. But you love me."

"Unfortunately."

He grinned. "Lucky me."

And that was it. That was you two.

Not always perfect. Not always poetic. But steady.

Because at the end of the day, loving Joe Burrow wasn’t about the headlines or the spotlight. It was this—apples shared on a quiet afternoon, lazy kisses between conversations, and the unshakable certainty that when the world got loud again, you’d both still be right here.

[rioromanoffroses]

Ovulation (Part 2)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, G!P Natasha, finger sucking, oral sex (R and Natasha receiving), implied non-con, unprotected sex (P in V), breast sucking, degrading, toxic relationship, obsessive Natasha, jealousy and slight possessiveness

Summary: It's been three months since your heated encounter with the Black Widow. When your paths cross again at a work party, it doesn't take much for both of you to crack...

Pairings: dom!Reader x sub!Natasha but they switch halfway through

WC: 5.7k

It was just like any other S.H.I.E.L.D. party you had attended many times before but you decided to dress like a slut anyway. You were wearing all black, brightened by gold jewellery that gleamed whenever a streak of light hit the metal. Your lacy corset was mostly hidden by your cropped blazer and your tight, formal trousers outlined your curves, your outfit finished by formidable, 6-inch heels. 

It was three months since you’d last seen Natasha Romanoff but it had felt like so much longer. She had left while you were still asleep — the only evidence of her departure had been the lipstick stain on your forehead. You made sure you were wearing the same lipstick shade that night and the most dramatic eye look you had ever done. Three months was a long time for resentment and rage to grow and evolve.

There was no guarantee Natasha would even be at the party. You didn’t recall seeing Natasha at one before. But for some reason, there was a nagging feeling in your gut that insisted you’d see her. She’d see you; in the outfit you’d picked out for her. 

As soon as you walked into the party, you noticed several eyes lingering on your figure. The room was dark, lit only by violet ceiling lights. There were clusters of agents everywhere and the dance floor was relatively empty, the night still too young and the people still too sober. You spotted one of your friends by the bar and strode over to her, your heels echoing against the marble floor. 

“Hey Maria,” you said, taking a seat next to her. Her eyes widened when she saw you. 

“Oh my God, what are you wearing?” You had always been on the reserved side in front of your colleagues, even though your style had always been quite bold and formal, so your new look was a slight shock to her. “Is that top see-through?”

“Everywhere except the chest area, yeah,” you said, turning to the bartender, “I’d like a glass of champagne, please.” He nodded and began preparing your drink. Maria sighed.

“You’d better avoid Fury like the plague,” she said, “This is a work party, you do realise that?” You knew it wasn’t an appropriate place to look so provocative but you hadn’t been thinking straight for months. Natasha had been on your mind non-stop and like a drug, you were craving her and burning for a high that would rid you of your withdrawal symptoms. The bartender placed the glass of champagne in front of you and you carefully took a sip, making sure the liquid didn’t disturb your lipstick.

Maria took a sip from her glass before spotting something behind you and her jaw dropped. She quickly drained the glass and scrambled to her feet, causing you to frown. “Are you okay?”

“She looks pissed,” she said, dragging out the ‘i’ vowel, “And I am not getting involved. Have a good night.” She gave you a quick tap on the shoulder before hurrying away while you were still processing her words. You were about to call after Maria until a voice sounded behind you and your heartbeat ceased. 

“God, I’m going to kill you.” You snapped your head around and stared at the redhead, blinking a few times to make sure she was real. Her hair was curled onto her bare shoulders, the red, satin straps of her dress tight across her arm muscles and chest, allowing some of her breasts to spill over the material. Part of you wanted to slap her across the face… another part of you wanted to kiss her right there and then. You raised an eyebrow.

“And what would call for such unnecessary violence, Agent Romanoff?” She grabbed your wrist, sinking her sharp, scarlet nails into your skin. Despite the thumping, irregular beat of your heart, you stood your ground and didn’t break eye contact with her as her eyes burnt right into your skull. 

She leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “That wasn’t the name you were screaming a few months ago.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Natasha’s pupils darkening. “I’m going to kill you for thinking of this outfit, deciding to wear it and letting half this room stare at you with it on.” She tried to pull you onto your feet but you didn’t budge. You took a sip of your champagne, looking up at her through your eyelashes. 

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” you mocked, your tone of feigned innocence, “You don’t like it?” Natasha clenched her fists and scowled. 

“When did you become such a smart-ass?” You smirked, taking another sip of alcohol. You had become as soft as unheated clay the last time you were together and you had let her mould you into whatever she wanted. That night, you were on fire, and your silhouette was shaped exactly how you liked it — how it was before your first encounter. “I don’t like you looking like a whore when you’re mine.”

“Oh, I’m yours, am I?” you snapped, “I didn’t get that impression when I woke up to an empty bed stained with your bodily fluids. I didn’t get that impression after not hearing from you for months.” You turned your body away from her and tilted back your head, the remaining champagne running down the glass and into your mouth. As soon as you set the glass down, you felt Natasha’s hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at her. 

“I didn’t want to leave like that,” she said, her voice becoming serious, “It’s complicated.” She hesitated. “Do you know who I am?” You smiled. You were stupid not to realise it until Maria told you, after you confessed to having slept with a fellow agent. Natasha was the Black Widow, the most formidable S.H.I.E.L.D. agent there was. You wondered if knowing her identity earlier would’ve changed anything. Perhaps you wouldn’t have been so reckless in the shower. Perhaps you wouldn’t have stared at her like a fool. Perhaps you wouldn’t have spread your legs for her.

“I don’t care if you’re the Black Widow, Natasha,” you said, “You left me. That’s the only thing I care about.” You pushed her arm away, forcing her to let go of your face. Natasha’s expression fell. She reached for your fingers and brushed her own against them, sending goosebumps down your arm. 

“Let me make it up to you.” You looked down at where your skin made contact before switching your focus to her face. You knew she was a woman of many masks but she seemed genuinely apologetic. You were undeniably angry with her still but your need was too strong and from the sound of her short, sharp breaths, you knew she was feeling the same. You slipped off the bar stool and took a step towards her so you were less than an inch apart. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Romanoff.” You spun around and started to march towards the door, the crowd parting like the red sea as soon as they saw the Black Widow behind you. You were too far in front for her to touch you without being obvious about it but you could hear each beat of her footsteps. 

You decided to play into your wrath and aggravate Natasha; she deserved it. It would be fun. Your teasing started as soon as the taxi drew up on the pavement and you opened the door for her, wordlessly instructing her to get in first with your eyes. On the drive there, you pretended to adjust your bra strap, moving it just enough so Natasha could catch a glimpse of the vibrant red colour. You did it more than once, just enough times to piss her off.

You were enjoying the game and kept it going, leaning forward between the two seats and flirting with the taxi driver. The compromising position meant your breasts were pressed together slightly, making your cleavage more noticeable. The driver was struggling to keep his eyes on the road and as uncomfortable as it made you feel, as soon as you saw Natasha’s eyes in the rearview mirror, you knew it was totally worth it. Her pupils were on fire.

By the time you had shut the door of the hurriedly booked motel room, you could see sweat on her forehead and her breath was heavy, like an animal being driven by primal desire. She pushed you against the wood before you could even turn on a light, sending a shot of pain down your spine and you had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whining. You knew what she wanted. You weren’t going to give in to her just yet. You had a queen firmly clutched in your hands and she was still gliding across the chest board under your will and control. 

Natasha tried to kiss you but you stopped her with your finger on her chin, moving your other hand to her thigh. She pressed into you more urgently, your chests touching, your foreheads only inches apart. Her hands were on your hips, her nails digging into the material of your trousers. 

You inhaled sharply when you felt her against your lower stomach. She heard the difference in your breath and she started to move her hands, massaging your sides in slow circles. She wanted to see how long it would take for you to give in; Natasha wanted to know what your weakness was. You couldn’t see her in the dark, amplifying the sensation of her touch and you could feel your control slip from your fingers but you caught it just before it was lost. 

“Was that all I had to do?” you mocked, scratching her chin with the edge of your nail, “Look pretty and say some nice words to the driver?” Your hand drifted in between her legs and up her dress so you could feel just how hard she was and emphasise your point. You let out a low whistle when you felt the wet patch on her boxers. “Slut.”

Natasha pushed away from the door, your heart pounding in your ears, and strode towards the bedside table lamp. The light cast an amber glow onto the furniture, exposing the off-whites and beiges of the cheap room. It was better than the place you’d been together in Moldova but it was still small and underwhelming. 

You were distracted from the room as soon as your eyes fell on Natasha again. There was a reason you had fallen so easily the first night you’d met. You had rejected the most important part of yourself, your dignity, partly because of your raging hormones but mostly because of her: the venom of her eyes, the blood of her hair, the skull-white of her skin carved by Lucifer himself. Her looks were only the surface, though — the deeper you dived, the faster you drowned. 

The sight of you had a similar effect on her and a few seconds passed in silence without a single movement between you. You were both in a trance, your eyes taking each other in the privacy of the room. You were alone; it made you vulnerable to each other. Natasha already knew you were becoming a weak spot and if you’d been less self-driven, it would’ve dawned on you too. 

She was the first one to move, the electricity between you weak against the current of her desire. She sat on the edge of the bed and let her dress ride up her thighs, exposing the black of her boxers. You strode towards Natasha, looking down at her, and you slipped your blazer off your shoulders, letting it fall onto the carpet. 

You stopped in between her legs, capturing her face in your hands, your fingertips touching her scalp. She leaned back on one arm, wrapping a hand around your wrist, not breaking away from your gaze. 

“You’re right,” she said, “I am a slut. And so would anyone if they’d been allowed to touch you.” You traced your thumb along her jaw and then along her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. ‘This is so much more fun,’ you thought, ‘why didn’t I try this before?’ Your walls weren’t going to be so easy to knock down that time. 

Her tongue pressed against the tip of your thumb and when you dragged it out of her mouth down her chin, it left a trail of spit on her bottom lip, quickening your pulse even more. The sight of Natasha below you, her face a mess, started feeding into your own twisted desires. You could feel the heat building between your thighs and the cool air was a relief against the beads of sweat forming on your arm. 

“The Black Widow, huh?” you said. Red pricked her cheeks like a thorn and you knew if she wasn’t so desperate to be inside of you, your neck would be in the chokehold of her bare hands. She was more skilled than you; she was stronger too. She could kill you at any given moment… yet she was letting you have power over her. 

“Bitch,” she muttered. You straddled Natasha’s lap and wrapped your legs tightly around her waist to keep yourself firmly in place. As soon as your lips touched, it was like your muscle memory and body took over, suppressing your logical thoughts. She grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, slamming your lips together. 

You forgot about the game and your confidence, the chess board falling to the floor and you held her face so you could kiss her more harshly. You were swallowing each other’s moans, the months of tension and pent-up emotions spilling like blood from a wound. You had only spent two nights together but you had missed her more than any of your exes, even more than some of your old friends.

Your lips separated for only half a second at a time so you could take a breath and change the angle. Her back fell against the sheets as your legs loosened, your kisses growing more desperate. Your tongue dove into Natasha’s mouth and you almost let her win against you until you noticed the intensity of her moans and the movement of your hips. You had been so lost in kissing her you hadn’t realised that you were grinding against her subtly — just enough to worsen her hard-on. You ripped your lips away from hers when you felt her fingers on the buttons of your trousers.

“No,” you said, stopping her movements, a smirk forming on your face. She whined. 

“Please,” she said. She looked up at you through her eyelashes and you could feel her trembling beneath you, her sweat forming tears that ran down her face. “Please just let me fuck you.” Natasha would never admit it to anyone but she’d touched herself while thinking of you ever since she’d seen your photos in the mission brief. It had been easy to get relief before she’d actually met you and slept with you. 

Following the mission, she hadn’t been able to release at all, not by her own hands, toys or even the few women she’d had a one-night stand with in an attempt to get you off her mind. You were the only thing she thought about some days. She couldn’t wait much longer; she had needed you for months; she had ached for you night after endless night. 

You sat on top of her like she was a podium with a shit-eating grin on your face. You had gotten Natasha so wound up that she was begging you. You couldn’t smell a single trace of alcohol on her lips, meaning she was sober and her words were her own. You leaned down and nudged your mouth against the shell of her, arching your back to make sure she had a clear view of your ass. 

“You want my cunt?” you said into her ear, tightening your grip around her squirming fingers. 

“I need it,” she breathed, turning her head towards you, connecting your lips for a brief second. You didn’t return the kiss, moving away from her instead. You sat up, shifting to the centre of the bed and relaxed against the pillows behind you, spreading your legs. 

You gave her a show as you watched her panting form, unbuttoning your trousers slowly and shimmering out of the black material. You threw them to the floor before hooking two fingers under the red of your panties, the colour matching your bra.

“Don’t you dare move.” As you dragged your lacy underwear down your thighs, her pupils widened, the black in her eyes like obsidian. Natasha could see that you were dripping and the sight of your slicked folds and porcelain-stained thighs caused the rope in her stomach to tighten into a knot. 

As soon as the red underwear was on the floor, you started touching your stiff clit just so she could watch your arousal spill onto the sheets beneath you. Natasha’s hands tightened into fists, her gaze fixated on your slit. She swallowed hard. 

“Make me feel good,” you said. She crawled towards you without hesitation, diving into your pussy like she was starved. You moaned as soon as her tongue pressed against your warm, soaked folds and your nerves buzzed with adrenaline as she dragged the muscle all the way up to your clit. She wrapped her mouth around your sensitive bud and you guided her hands to your thighs before lying back on the sheets, allowing yourself to concentrate on your body’s reactions. 

You lifted your legs onto her shoulders to give her more access and bit down on your lip as her mouth continued to work your pussy, not wanting to expose how she was making you feel just yet. It was a pathetic facade, though — Natasha could tell how much you loved her tongue from the amount of arousal that flooded her throat. A bubble began to form around you as her movements sped up, cutting off the outside world and lifting you off the ground, far away from reality. 

You had tried to convince yourself to hate her during the weeks following the night she abandoned you. You knew it was irrational deep down — you understood the nature of your jobs. You knew her position as well — it was bigger than yours and she was responsible for more. Her past wasn’t a secret either and although yours had its fair share of trauma, it had affected you differently. You had failed to hate her; it was impossible.

You reached for Natasha’s head and pushed it further into your folds, finally letting a moan slip past your lips as she slid her tongue inside of you. You started to grind against her face and her groans sent vibrations through your cunt, heightening the pleasure building in your stomach. You looked down to admire the sight of her face buried in your thighs and you noticed the movements of her hips against the mattress. She was so, so desperate for relief.  

As your orgasm approached, you moved your hands into her hair, tightening your grip on her curls as you came undone, gasping and repeating her name as your release gushed into her mouth and spilled over her lips. You let go and your limbs slumped onto the sheets, your heaving breasts straining against your bra, your corset top soaked with sweat. 

“I want you to get undressed,” you said in between gasps. Natasha lifted herself from between your legs and shot you a dark look. You could see the moment she snapped.

“If one more word comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, I’m going to wrap my hand around your throat until you pass out.” Your eyes widened at the sudden change in her demeanour. Natasha wasn’t following your rules anymore; she had reached a breaking point.

She seized your hips and dragged you onto her lap, letting you feel the outline of her straining cock against your cunt. Your mind raced with things to say; you wanted to fight and keep taunting her but you were craving her too. No one had ever compared to her and if it hadn’t been so arousing to tease her, you would’ve let her fill you up as soon as the door closed. 

She untied your top and threw it behind her without caring where it landed before ripping the bra you had teased her with in the taxi in two. You gasped but before you could recover from your shock, her fingers were squeezing your nipples and the bubble around you was rising into the clouds again. You were both fucking insane.

“Such a stupid slut,” Natasha spat and before your desire-drunk mind could process what was happening, she was guiding your hand to her cock and moving it up and down. You looked down to see the reddened tip spilling with pre-cum, her dick angry and aching. “This is what you’ve done to me. You’ve fucking ruined me.” And she had every intent of ruining you in return. She knew it would be better for her to stop and breathe but the redhead wasn’t in control anymore. She had liked sex with different people before you; she had enjoyed touching herself but you had taken that from her. You had also ignited feelings that she had suppressed and had made her question too much at once. They were questions Natasha refused to think about. 

She lifted you from her lap and positioned you above her cock, the tip nudging against your entrance, which was still sensitive from your orgasm, before pushing in. You both cried out at the same time, your voice a mix of pain and ecstasy. Your walls immediately began sucking Natasha in as you sank further and further onto her length. You gripped her shoulders as you watched her disappear inside you, your mouth stuck in an ‘O’ shape as she filled you completely. 

The stretch was almost as uncomfortable as the first time, reminding you how long it had been. You thought about having to wait for months before seeing Natasha again sent a pang through you. You didn’t know how you’d get through it — you were already growing dependent on Natasha. It was pathetic. You hated yourself for it. 

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” Natasha said as she started to bounce you up and down on her cock without giving you a moment to adjust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you moved your hips in time with hers, your tits bouncing with each thrust. She buried her face between them to try and stifle her moans but it was no use. Anyone in the rooms next to you or above you would be able to hear but neither of you had any thoughts left to spare. 

The bubble had soared above the atmosphere and there were stars streaked across your vision, the light intensifying as Natasha continued to pump inside of you. She lifted her head and collided your lips together with a bruising force, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You could still taste yourself on her tongue as she delved deeper into your mouth, not letting you win against her that time. There was a metallic sting against your tongue as her teeth punctured your lip and drew blood.

Your head was dizzy with lust and bliss; your vision blurred with tears as you were overwhelmed by the sensations of her. You didn’t understand how or why she felt so good but you knew you’d do anything she asked if it meant she’d keep fucking you. She separated your lips and started peppering your jaw with kisses, your nails clawing down her clothed back as she continued to forcefully drill into you. The blood from your lip dribbled down your chin and ended up smeared over your face as Natasha kissed down your neck, pausing against your sweet spot. She sunk her teeth into your neck and sucked on the skin, forcing a cry from your lips. 

“How the fuck does this cunt stay so tight?” she groaned against your skin. Your head fell back as her mouth moved to your collarbone and she marked you again, her tongue cooling against the scorching skin. 

“Please, Natasha,” you whined, “Don’t stop.” The stars dancing along your vision shifted into a kaleidoscope, the colours disorientating and bright, the shapes blurring at the edges. You had broken her demand not to speak but she dismissed it when your walls clenched around her, causing her to practically scream. 

Her hands slowed down their rhythm so she could sink deeper inside of you, hitting that specific spot that caused the pockets of white in front of you to spin impossibly faster. She was met with no resistance as she slid in and out of your fluttering walls, the movement made easy by the arousal gushing out from your entrance. The wet sounds of your cunt echoed through the room every time your thighs met with hers, the noise drowned out by your loud moans. 

Each time her tip brushed against that one place inside you, your cunt squeezed her tight and you could tell by the erratic timing of her hips that she was getting close. As soon as you felt Natasha’s thighs shaking beneath you, the stars in your eyes burst, sending hot sparks flying through your veins, the heat setting the end of your nerves on fire. She followed immediately after you, releasing inside of you in waves as she screamed your name. She didn’t stop bouncing you on her dick until you slumped against her shoulders, crushed beneath the weight of your orgasm. 

You lifted yourself from her softening cock and moved to the centre of the bed, lowering yourself onto your back. You hooked your hands underneath your knees and pulled them up to your chin, exposing your lower half to her eyes. She drank the sight of you in, still gasping for air. 

“You already want more?” Natasha tutted. “Greedy whore.” She didn’t even ask you to beg; the sight of you exposed to her was enough. She pulled her dress above her head and it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor before releasing her breasts from their confines, her nipples sore from the restraint. She placed her hands on either side of your head, admiring your blown-out pupils and the streaks of mascara on your cheek; you hadn’t even realised you’d been crying.

Natasha didn’t know if it was from exhaustion or the way your beauty struck her but she decided to take her time with you that time. Her fingers dipped into your folds, caressing you with a gentleness you hadn’t felt from her before, the whines she earned from you quiet and subtle.

She ran her tip through your slit, soaking it with a mix of both your releases before nudging it against your entrance again. She dipped into you slowly, savouring the feeling of each new nerve that came into contact with your walls, re-tightening the released knot inside her stomach. Natasha didn’t start moving until she was fully inside of you, her face flushed by crimson.

As she leaned down to press her forehead against yours, you picked up her scent, the same vanilla and brown sugar perfume from before flooding your senses. Your hips met as she thrust into you with purpose; she was focusing on hitting exactly where you needed her to. 

She lifted your legs onto her shoulders so she could fill you to the brim and free your hands. You moved them into her hair, your nails running along her scalp. Each breath that left her lips met with your skin, the faint sound intertwining with the oxygen leaving your lungs, your body buzzing with exhilaration. You could already feel yourself tipping over the edge, each wave that hit you stronger than the last. 

“You love this, don’t you? You love being put in your place,” Natasha said. It was like she was holding a blade to your every seam and she was cutting them one by one, splitting you apart slowly. “You’re taking my cock so well.” You closed your eyes as the ecstasy racing through your veins lifted you higher and higher, loud whimpers leaving your mouth. 

“I’m so close,” you admitted. She increased her pace as she rocked her hips into you and as you tightened around her, without either of you saying a word, you let go at the same time. You could feel her cock pulsing inside of you as you spilled over her and you plummeted back to earth, your nose nudging against hers as you arched your back. 

As soon as your climaxes were over, she shuddered and collapsed on top of you. Natasha didn’t move for a few minutes, nuzzling her face against your neck and you ran a hand over her hair, absorbing the softness underneath your fingertips, hoping it would stay in your memory. Your chests were pressed together and the weight of her on top of you was comforting, although a little warm. The intimacy of the moment was dangerous but you were both too tired to notice it.

“You look so pretty when you come undone,” Natasha murmured against your skin, her finger tracing shapes along your jaw. You weren’t thinking about what she was doing; you hadn’t caught onto her tone. A few moments passed before she added, “I was being serious earlier. I want you to be mine.” The organ in your chest dropped.

Your hand halted and you slipped it out of her hair, causing her to lift her head. She was inches away from your face, close enough to see the electricity in your eyes, crackling with anxiety and something more. Your pupils were shrinking rapidly and there were lines were forming across your forehead. 

“What do you mean?” You thought she had meant it in a possessive way; it was said from a place of jealousy and lust. How could it mean anymore? She shook her head.

“I don’t know what it is about you. I just can’t get you out of my head.” Natasha knew it wasn’t just for sexual reasons either but she couldn’t quite confront that fact. She slipped herself out of you and rolled onto the mattress beside you. You stared up at the ceiling, hyperaware of her every movement. Your muscles tensed as soon as she touched your arm, her fingertips dancing over the goosebumps forming along your skin. You weren’t someone who liked feelings or showed any vulnerabilities. You didn’t think she was either.

“What are we doing, Natasha?” you said, your chest tightening. You started nibbling on the corner of your lip, the room suddenly becoming too hot and small all at once. The situation between you had started off so normal; you had needed to blow off some steam and you were both attracted to each other, so it was an easy solution. Then, it had become an orchestrated plan to get her back for leaving you, even though she had no obligation to stay and after spending yet another night together, you were discussing your fucking emotions. “We both know you won’t be with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said. You barely caught her words. She kissed your shoulder and hesitated before tilting your face towards her, pressing her lips to yours. Her kisses were slow and sensual, her lips moving against you as you kept yours still. She stopped when she noticed you weren’t reciprocating, brushing the strands of your hair stuck to your sticky forehead from your face. “It’s not that simple. You know that.”

You felt a stab of anger and your nails dug into the palms of your hands. It wasn’t like you to break easily. Perhaps you were still too young to withstand the pain after all; your heart was inexperienced and malleable. You had dated before but it had never been serious or long-term. You couldn’t truly say that you’d ever loved someone (not that you loved Natasha or ever would, of course). You had a strange urge to get to know her better; you wanted to have a conversation with her beyond sex. You wanted to spend time with her without it involving the two of you being wrapped up together in the sheets of a cheap motel bedroom. It was stupid of you to even think about the idea.  

You could feel your barriers crumbling, so you ran back to what you knew, to what was comforting. If it was only lust between you, then that’s what you’d drink. 

You climbed on top of Natasha and started kissing down her neck, grazing your teeth over her pulse point. You didn’t stop when she whispered your name in a confused tone, in fact, it only spurred you on. Your mouth wrapped around her nipple and you squeezed the other one in between your fingers, refusing to look into her eyes.

Her hands remained by her sides, refusing to touch you. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and she itched to push you off, to ignore the hunger coursing through her body and to be honest with you, she wanted to talk to you properly. She didn’t want to use you. She wanted it to be something more.

You released her nipple and dragged your fingers down her stomach, tracing the taunt muscles of her abs and dulling her mind to everything that wasn’t your touch. When you reached her thighs, her cock was already hard again and you could feel tears building in your eyes but they weren’t caused by overstimulation or exhaustion. You knew how twisted the whole thing was. It was sick — you were sick.

The first drops of translucent hurt slipped down your cheeks as you ran your tongue along her tip, your bare body on complete display to her as you settled in front of her on all fours, gripping her thighs. You were going to give Natasha everything but your soul that night and she was going to watch as you slowly but surely fell apart under her gaze. 

A/n - I have an idea for part 3 (which would be the last part). If anyone has any ideas for the actual smut bit, please don't hesitate to send a request about it.

[manmuncher777]

Bestfriend!Gojo who was hanging out with you and some girl friends when he went to get himself another drink, he got distracted on his phone before heading back, only to hear the topic of the conversation has changed. Hushed whispers and giggles coming from the living room and he stood behind the corner listening intently.

“What?!?! Never, come on your joking.” he heard a friend gasp.

“Not even that other guy you dated? the one with the weird facial hair?” your other friend asked only to be met with your embarrassed shushing.

“Guys, its not a big deal!”: you whispered. Gojo was intrigued now, what could’ve gotten little old you so embarrassed

“You’ve never been eaten out, its a huge deal!”

“Shut up, I don’t need Gojo hearing!”

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s stopped dead in his tracks… so no one has ever eaten you out huh? Figures with your list of lames ass fucking exes. He never liked any of the guys you brought home, always thinking you could do with someone better, someone like him…. Now that was becoming a lot more clear to him.

Bestfriend!Gojo whos thinking about how good he would treat you if you were his, he wouldnt be able to let you go 12 hours without getting a taste for you. If he was dating you, your pleasure would be his priority. But for now he was going to keep this to himself.

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s walking around the corner with significantly tighter pants now, smirk on his face. “What am i not allowed to hear sweets?” he questioned, lolloping down next to you on the couch, a lot closer than he was before. He was staring at you intently, and you had to try and make yourself concentrate

“N-Nothing!!” You squeal out, your voice noticeably higher than normal. Your face was pink, covered in a hue of blush. Your friends sat there trying to hold in their giggles at your embarrassment. Like school girls with a secret they were hiding from the teacher. You shot them a look to tell them to shut up, but it only made them giggle more.

Bestfriend!Gojo who was having trouble concentrating for the rest of the night after what he heard. He couldn’t believe it was true, he also couldn’t believe how flustered you were getting over it. He was also struggling to stop him imagination. Images of your whirling around in his mind, how you would sound ur he finally got his mouth on you. He knew he would make you enjoy it, he would have you cumming until you couldn’t anymore. Until you were shaking and all you could scream was his name. All he could do was sit and watch as you chatted vibrantly to your friends, while he was there imaging how you would taste.

Bestfriend!Gojo would couldn’t be happier when your friends finally leave. It was a long evening filled with wine and chatter, and he wasn’t able to enjoy it ever since your little secret got spliced. I mean what kind of man would he be to ignore such a thing like that. Now that he finally had you by yourself, he could get you.

“So you gonna tell me what your little friends were giggling about so much earlier.” He leans on your counter, watching as you pack away various things of the night, he had followed you into the kitchen for this interrogation.

“Not sure what you mean,” You shut him down, your back to him while you put away things in your fridge. Your back to him so he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

“Oh I think you do sweetheart, You were redder that a tomato” A sly smirk on his face as you whip around.

“I was not!”

“Oh yeah? You sure, because you look the same right now.” He said smugly, not moving despite your angry glare “C’mon, it cant be that bad, im your best friend, You can tell ‘Toru anything.”

you freeze for a second, a nervous shiver wracking over you and you can feel yourself flush. You couldn’t imagine telling Gojo such an embarrassing secret. You were mortified enough as it is

“It’s embarrassing Gojo” you say firmly, but he can hear the nervous shiver in your voice.

He makes his way round the counter. stopping right in front of you as you turn from the fridge. His towering figure stood above you like some kind of god. a knowing smirk on his face as his piercing blue eyes stared intently at you.

“Oh cmon sweets don’t Gojo me.” His deft fingers reaching to brush the prickled skin of you arm. “Jus’ tell me, can’t be that bad.” That smile might seems warm and welcoming, but you could sense something else under there. something you couldn’t quite place.

you sigh, an exasperated noise leaving you. you struggle to hold eye contact with him, glancing down at you feet. trying to hide the flush in your face

“Trust me. it’s pretty bad”

“You know you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you. Scouts honour!” he places a hand over his heart as he speaks

“You were never a scout Satoru” you laugh at his joke. the tension you felt easing. maybe you could trust him

“Still applies.”

you pause for a moment, mulling it over in your mind. I mean he promised not to make fun of you. maybe it would be fine. You could just tell him and move on, that way he would stop bugging you about it… right?

“basically. Noonehasevereatenmeout.” “woah slow down. I didn’t even hear that”

you take a deep breath turning your head to the side so he can’t see your face

“I have never been eaten out! okay. No big deal”

the silence is almost palpable. You kept your head to the side, awaiting a loud laughter or some sort of chuckle. maybe some sort of mocking. but nothing. Just heavy breathing as you felt that presence get even closer.

“oh sweetheart” Gojos voice rang out with sympathy. not mocking. his hand gently dripping at your chin and forcing you to face him. those eyes of his as intense as ever. “You mean no one has ever gotten to taste that pretty little pussy?”

that question struck you to your core. your stomach warming at the crude nature of his comment. You couldn’t will yourself to fight against his grip and pull away. You allowed yourself to be entranced by the man.

While his voice may be kind. that smile on his face was anything but

“want me to be your first baby?”

bestfriend!Gojo who lowered himself onto his knees in front of you. A imagine you wanted imprinted in your mind forever. he looked heavenly, those gorgeous blue eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you nodded your head yes he dropped you onto your counter, spread your legs and dropped To his knees. Something you never thought you would see him do. But there was something about that look in his eyes. The way he never took them off you. It sent a shiver through you.

Bestfriend!Gojo who pushes up your skirt so sweetly, waiting to see if hes pushing some kind of boundary, but when he sees your blushing face, he knows you’re enjoying yourself to. His eyes now flickering down to where theyre begging to be.

Glancing down to your panties, a pretty black lace that he was soon peeling down your legs. ( slipping them into his back pocket for…. Later)

Bestfriend!Gojo who would sense your nerves, a hand stroking at your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. Folds glistening with arousal under the lights in your kitchen

“Oh? What’s this?” A long finger dragging through your folds, making you gasp. “Wet already sweetheart?”

You were certain you were a bright shade of scarlet now, you can feel yourself furiously blushing. You couldn’t place the reason however, was it because you were embarassed? Or maybe because you felt vulnerable. Or maybe it was because your handsome Bestfriend was on his knees infront of your needy pussy

Bestfriend!Gojo who wouldve liked to spend more time teasing you and making you beg for him, but he could save that for next time. Right now he just had to get his mouth on your pretty little pussy. He looked almost entranced, like a child being gifted a new toy.

Bestfriend!Gojo who wastes not a second longer, gripping your hips with his huge hands as he pulls you into his face. Burying himself in your folds eagerly. His tongue discovering each and every part of you. He did his best to start off gentle, but those sweet little moans you let out for him were making it hard to keep control

“Oh!” You gasped out, not expecting him to be so eager to eat you out. Goosebumps prickling all over your body as the first flick of his tongue hand you squirming. And he certainly doesn’t stop there, his tongue diving through your folds, savouring every drop of your essence with each greedy lick. One of your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop while another flies to his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his tongue drags oh so sweetly over your clit.

“H-Holy fuck” you stutter out, you were a mess. Not expecting any of this to be unfolding, and not expecting it to be this fucking good.

Your flushed face screwing up with pleasure from the man beneath you, head flung back as moans and gasps leave you. It was a foreign feeling, but certainly not a bad one. You could hardly control your hips as they bucked into the mouth of your best friend.

Bestfriend!Gojo who is having the best time of his life, buries deep between your thighs. He never wants to forget the taste of you on his tongue. Swiping through your folds over and over again, dipping into your dripping opening. Slowly hes losing his resolve, getting messier and messier with each movement. Rumbling groans leaving his chest as you tug on his hair when he sucks your clit. Your juices dripping down his chin, but that doesnt stop him. His mind slowly being flooded with thoughts of you and only you. Nothing compared to the noises you were making in this moment, he wanted so badly to be able to see you. Just from those noises you were making, he knew your face would look so sweet, sweet enough to match the pitchy moans leaving you. The breathy plea’s for more. And the way you sounded when his name left your lips. But he didnt dare remove himself from you, unsure if he would be able to manage even a second away from you pretty little cunt. He wanted to eat your until you were crying.

Bestfriend!Gojo who can tell when you’re getting close, removing one of the hands that was keeping your legs spread for him, and tracing it down to your needy cunt. This was his chance to look at you, removing his mouth from you, allowing his deft fingers to take the place of his tongue tracing over your clit. Your body jumps at the feeling, a sharp gasp leaving you.

“Toru~”

“s’alright sweets, I’ve got you.” He assures while he traces sloppy kisses up your thighs. You can feel his eyes watching your every move. He’s glad he got a chance to look at your fucked out features that were all because of him. A smug sort of pride filling his chest knowing he was your first, and knowing he was the one who turned you into a moaning mess.

“Feels good huh?” He asks, and your can hear the smirk in his voice, youre not too sure if you can manage to open your eyes though. Unable to look at your Bestfriend in this moment. The only thing you can do is nod as his fingers work merciless circles over your clit.

“Oh come on baby, you can do better than that.” His fingers slow slightly “Open those eyes for me… unless you want me to stop of course.”

In an instant your shamelessly snap you eyes open “Fuck- no toru, please don’t stop.” You whine as your glassy eyes meet his. Tears of pleasure building slightly, threatening to spill.

You can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, that delicious feeling creeping closer and closer.

“There she is” he smirks. And finally his handsome face comes into view. You can see the shine of your slick coating his chin and mouth that is currently pulled into a mean smirk.

“S’good toru, so good.” You whimper as his fingers take up their usual pace, you’re so close, on the edge. And that look in his eyes is only making your situation worse.

“I know sweets, I know. So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” Spiting a thick glob of saliva on your pussy, right before he dives back in, determined to finish you off.

And with a few more ravenous licks of your cunt, you were doing just that. Legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut you came on your best friends tongue, harder than you had in a long time. Back arching into the air as you yelped out for him. Grinding against his face as he helped you through your orgasm, movements never ceasing as you soaked his face.

Bestfriend!Gojo who didnt stop until you were squirming from overstimulation, pulling himself up on his knees and wiping his face while you sat there a dripping and quivering mess, still recovering.

“You wanna see what else im good at baby?”

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 14)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev)

            Gathering what fruit you could was a frantic scramble between three sets of hands. You led the way back down the mountain, following Shihou’s preferred path. The walk was stumbled and slow, delayed by heavy packs and the farmers’ unfamiliar steps, until you finally made it to the edge of the forest. Crossing over the barrier, you immediately regretted leaving your cloak back at the palace.

            It was a bitter cold, the kind that seeped into your bones and stole the breath from your lungs in frozen puffs. Your elegant, silk robes did little to block out the icy chill as you began the long walk towards the village. Everything was covered in a thick layer of frost that sparkled and crunched underfoot. The sun shined from a crystal blue sky but its bright light offered no warmth to the wintery land.

            Once you were close enough to town, one of the men raced ahead, carrying the packs of precious fruit to those sheltering from the cold. With one crisis dealt with, the other farmer walked with you to assess the other.

            In the summer, the lake was always refreshing and perfect for swimming. Fish and fowl would tread its waters while cattails and lillipads grew along the shallow banks. Now, it was a polished sheet of ice, solid and uncracked by the deep freeze of winter. Dozens of villagers were chipping away at it with tools, farming equipment, and even kitchen utensils. So far, it seemed few dents and even fewer fish were being won by their efforts.

            “Is everyone here?” you asked, scanning the groups gathered around campfires, thawing themselves between desperate digs at the frozen lake. Between the biting wind and the numbing cold, you were already shivering and tempted to join them.

            “The elders and children stayed behind to keep warm. Everyone else has been out since dawn. Even your sister was here earlier to complain about the slow progress.”

            You grimaced. “That’s what I was worried about. If she shows up again, please warn me. I’m sure she won’t be very happy to see me in the midst of another crisis.”

            “Perhaps, but you’ve done more for us than she has even in exile,” the farmer said. A moment of silence passed as he hesitated his next words. “Do you really think…the Monkey King will actually help us?”

            “He’s already saved the village once and swore it under his protection,” you reminded him sharply. “Sun Wukong is not so cruel to break his oath in our time of need.”

            The farmer seemed surprised by your defensive tone. “If you say so. But what do you think he can do about…this?” he asked, gesturing to the frozen lake.

            That was the question you had been asking yourself since first begging Shihou for help. “I’m not sure but if anyone can find a solution, it’s Sun Wukong.”

            Shouts of surprise and fear reached your ears from further down the lake. A small crowd had formed and was shrinking away from whatever had gathered them. You hurried towards the commotion, gently weaving and nudging your way to the front of the group and seeing the source of their distress.

            Figures had emerged from the forest of Fruit and Flower Mountain; Sun Wukong, his armored silhouette easily recognizable, with a half dozen monkey guards. They approached the lake, slow and easy, appearing as nonthreatening as possible. But the villagers were still wary, whispering and backing away from the assumed danger.

            “It’s okay!” you shouted over the panicking voices. When you stepped out between the villagers and the demons, all eyes turned to you expectantly. “Don’t be frightened, they mean you no harm! They’re here to help!”

            “Why?”

            “What can they do?”

            “They might be the ones responsible!”

            “What if they attack like the last demons did?”

            “Sun Wukong saved the village before!” you called back desperately. “And he’s here to do it again. Please, let him help. He might be the only one who can.”

            Disgruntled and doubtful murmurs rippled amongst the humans but no one spoke up in protest. With a relieved sigh, you turned back to the monkeys still keeping a respectable distance on the far side of the lake. You saw the distant figure of Sun Wukong tilt his head in question and you nodded back in approval.

            “How dare you!” a shrill voice cried out. You turned in time to see your sister shoving her way through the crowd, looking outraged and flustered. “First you defy your banishment and trespass in the village. And now you bring the Monkey King and his demons down from the mountain with empty promises? Send them away before I have you arrested!”

            You huffed and rolled your eyes, pointing out over the ice. “Don’t you want to see what he plans to do first?”

            Sun Wukong had stepped onto the frozen lake, eyes scanning and staff tapping curiously as he went. Once he reached the very center, he stopped, nodded, and leapt into the sky. He was a shining blur of red and gold, flying up to touch the clouds before letting gravity pull him back towards the ground like a gilded comet. You watched as he aimed and spun his weapon, bringing it down onto the icy surface with a mighty shout.

            The piercing ring of striking metal echoed through the air. It was immediately followed by the deafening crack of ice shattering, breaking apart from the shoreline all the way down to the bottom of the lake.

            Hovering on his cloud, the Monkey King flew back to his guards and landed with a swish of his crimson cape. He looked truly heroic; armor shining, feathered crown arching high, staff spinning triumphantly in his hands. It sent a surprised flutter through your heart and a slight blush on your cheeks that burned against the cold.

            After a shocked silence, the villagers suddenly raised their voices in his honor; some cheered, some shouted their thanks, some cried with overwhelming relief. But all rushed to the lake, picking their way through chunks of broken ice and frozen fish. Soon, piles of carp, salmon, and trout were being sorted into baskets to be brought back to the village.

            “Don’t think this changes anything!” your sister’s voice hissed like an angry cat. She stomped in front of you, keeping her rage veiled behind paper thin composure. “You’re still banished for that curse you brought upon our house.”

            “You mean the rash that was your doing in the first place?” you snapped back. “Clever trick with the poison ivy, by the way. But as you can see…” Rolling up the sleeve of your robe, you showed off your healed skin. “I’ve been cured.”

            She sniffed at the accusation but didn’t deny it. “And what about our father’s crime? You were sent to the mountain to appease the Monkey King’s grudge. What, did he not find you a worthy enough sacrifice?”

            “Actually,” you answered, a smidge of pride in your words. “I’ve been staying as a royal guest of Sun Wukong himself. If it weren’t for me, his protection would have never been offered and the village would be doomed twice over, now.”

            “You’re a liar. Why would the Monkey King ever find any favor with you?”

            “Excuse me.”

            You both jumped, noticing a third-party privy to your bitter spat. A brief glimmer of golden armor and a red cape caught your eye before your view was blocked by something hovering in front of your face. A basket of fish, respectfully offered by the Monkey King himself.

            “For you,” Sun Wukong said, his voice strong and bold but also softened by a gentle familiarity. At your side, you caught your sister’s terrified glances but her gaze never lifted towards the demon king.

            “Thank you,” you bowed, taking the gift with a grateful smile. Steeling your nerves, you dared to look up and finally meet his eye. “You’ve saved us again, Sun Wu–”

            It was the first time you had ever seen him up close. He wore his kingly aura like a second cloak, radiant and powerful. The long feathers of his phoenix crown made him seem taller than his already impressive height. His armor was a piece of art; precious metals crafted in masterful detail and tied together with vivid red threads. His fur looked soft and golden in the sunlight, fluffing up around his simian features. A bashful blush framed his eyes, accenting their bright red-gold glow. His gaze was kind and fond in a surprisingly handsome face but only one thought raced through your mind as you stared in complete shock.

            Why was Shihou wearing the King’s armor?

            As the silence stretched on, the Monkey King’s expression grew hesitant and apologetic. With a parting nod, he turned away to rejoin his guards, his steps swift and his tail twitching nervously behind him. Only when your sister felt at ease enough to snatch the basket from your hands did your thoughts return.

            “Did you see his face?” you choked out, still staring after him in bewilderment.

            “What? Of course not!” your sister scoffed, refusing to even glance in the demon’s direction. “Do you think I want to be turned to stone or something?”

            “He looked just like…” you couldn’t even form the words, the very idea stuttering like a hiccup in your mind.

            Your sister raised her brow and sneered. “Have you never seen his face before? Perhaps you’re not as close to the Monkey King as you bragged” she laughed, cold and sharp.

            “There you are, Peach Friend!” You were suddenly swept up in a hug, the familiar warmth and scent only adding to your internal crisis. “You left without your cloak! Here, put this on before you catch your death!” Shihou’s voice chittered and chided as you were wrapped up in your forgotten mantle.

            It took a few stunned moments for you to finally focus on his face; nearly a perfect match to the one you saw only moments before. Same gilt touched fur, same handsome features, same golden eyes that glowed with affection. But while Shihou was all but latched to your side, you could still see the Monkey King with his royal entourage down the shoreline.

            “Shihou…” He paused, frowning as your suspicious stare turned back to him. “Has anyone ever told you…you look exactly like the King?”

            He startled, fur puffing and tail lashing in surprise. He blinked once, twice, before relaxing with a chuckle. “Aww, Peaches, are you saying I’m as handsome as Sun Wukong?” he teased, smoothing his fur with a flirty grin. You instantly wanted to take your words back before his ego grew bigger than the mountain itself.

            “Never mind, forget I said anything,” you muttered, feeling silly and perplexed.

            “Don’t be embarrassed, Peaches,” he cooed, poking at your pouting cheeks. “It’s a compliment!”

            “Peaches?” Your sister looked between you and Shihou with nothing but shock and disgust. “Is this how you’ve been spending your time on the mountain? Befriending demon monkeys?”

            Shihou’s cheerful demeanor suddenly vanished, turning as icy as the winter chill. “Your sister, I suppose?” He spoke eerily calm, eyes glaring with just the slightest hint of bared teeth.

            “Yes, charming as ever. Just ignore her.” You grabbed his arm and tried to tug him away, your full strength not even budging him an inch. “Come on, Shihou, let’s go.”

            Your sister looked nervous at the monkey’s sharp expression but continued to mock regardless. “Yes, by all means, Peaches! Go! Enjoy your banishment on the mountain! Play with your demon friends until one of them finally grows bored and puts you out of your misery.”

            Her haughty chuckles were cut off by a growl rumbling from deep in Shihou’s chest. “I would never let that happen!” he snarled, startling you and terrifying your sister. She squeaked and stumbled back, eyes wide and face drained of color. When Shihou took a single step forward, she turned tail and ran, your fish gift still tucked under one of her greedy arms.

             Shihou was still seething when you coaxed his attention back to you. “Hey,” you said softly, soothing a hand over his furry cheek. “Are you okay?”

            He instantly relaxed, leaning into your touch with a nod. “I’m fine,” he muttered, shooting irritated glances after your retreating kin. “But someone should teach her some respect.”

            “She’s always been like that,” you said with a shrug. “Now you know why living on the mountain isn’t so bad.”

            “I’m sorry.” Shihou’s apology and sorrowful gaze caught you off guard. “You don’t deserve to be banished after all the efforts you’ve made for your village.”

            You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’ve come to see it as a blessing in disguise.”

            Shihou still looked doubtful but you cut off any argument he was thinking up. “No more pity and no more frowns. We should be celebrating! The villagers have their fish and no one’s going to go hungry any time soon! Besides,” His eyes widened at your playful glance. “I thought you wanted to show me the waterfall?”

            His surprise quickly shifted to flirty and amused. “Alright, Peaches,” he relented fondly. Before you could blink, you were swept off the ground and into his arms. Your face flushed red from his warm embrace and the cheeky smirk aimed right at you. “Let’s head back. I can’t wait to show you everything.”

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Finally got to see Wukong up close and personal!

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, Peach Friends! My schedule has been super busy the past few weeks and may not slow down for a bit. I'll do my best to update as regularly as possible, thank you to all my wonderful readers for your patience and support!

You can also find this story on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60643669

[petew21-blog]

Ready to be the villain?

The actor and character are both adults and of age.

Inbox request:I've always been passionate about the ancient tales of greece and rome mythology. So when I was a teenager and find about Percy jackson I was all in. Since that day I've been dreaming, begging and praying to be able to have this life of quest, adventures and friendship. And don't get me starting on the perfect physique you would get living a life like that. The muscles, the golden tan, the curly lucious thick hair. I would give anything to have a chance at this. Can you help me? Maybe swap me with one of the half blood? I won't disapoint you. Please...

It seems like it's your lucky day. There is someone ready for you to take over their life.

You woke up in the Hermes cabin with many people chatting in the morning. Not sure where you ended up, you decided to go with it and to pretend that you knew what was going on.

After eaves-dropping to some of the conversations you found out that you were now indeed in camp Half-blood a place for young children of the Olympian Gods. Your dream finally came true!

Only after waking you realised that this was your new reality and on top of that, you noticed that your body looked different.

You made your way to the bathroom and locked the door to get to know your new body. You were now in the body of a tall handsome, curly haired, muscular young man with a visible scar on his face.

Later on, you found out that your new name was Luke. You are the 18 year old son of Hermes that stayed in Camp Half-Blood and helped run things. You felt the respect others gave you whenever you passed them.

Your day went on smoothly. Not talking too much to others, your day went on. You managed to practice sword fighting, archery and even riding a horse. Luke's muscles memory was fascinating to you and helped you to maintain the imagine that nothing changed with Luke.

On the next day, you decided to go for a walk around the camp. Expecting nothing of it, you didn't take your sword with you.

While walking through the forest, you heard a quiet, but deep voice calling your new name. You decided to investigate. In front of you appeared the Iris message - a long distance form of communication used. In front of you was a dark figure.

"IS everything ready for my plan?!" the deep voice asked angrily

You waited a bit to respond, overthinking every option you could answer. "I need more time" hoping you could get some information.

"I CHOSE YOU, LUKE, FOR YOU HATRED AGAINST THE GODS. YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO HELP ME BRING THEM DOWN AND BRING THE AGS OF TITANS. DO NOT FAIL ME!!!" the voice screamed at you and after that the Iris message stopped.

You thought about what just happened, but quite soon you realised that the voice, talking to you on the other side was someone more dark. Someone powerful. What scared you was the fact that Luke had intentions of helping this dark figure. Luke was planning on sabottaging the camp.

Luke was helping Cronos...

Now you have a choice to make. Continue what Luke intended and get his revenge for him or become an average member of the Camp Half-blood hoping for a quest that might one day make you famous?

Make your choice, demigod.

[kirbmey]

— sugar daddy kento headcanons !

💌: sfw & nsfw, not proofread

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s way too busy and offline to understand the references you use in every other sentence, looking at you confused at the meaningless words.

— kento walked out your shared bedroom, making sure his tie was straight and hair put together, adjusting his glasses on his nose bridge. “wow, kennie, you ate and left no crumbs.” he turned his head to your sat figure, crossing his arms, biceps marked through the fabric of his white shirt. “what’s that supposed to mean, dear?” he questioned with a frown drawn on his handsome face, stepping closer to you. “it means that you slayed.” “wha—?” “you devoured, you delivered, you know? jeez…”

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s very patient about you in every single way. if you are feeling insecure he’ll reassure you as much as you might need, if you are feeling clingy and cuddly he’ll make some time for you to spend together, if you saw something cute online he’ll give you his black card without hesitation. anything for his princess.

— you’ve been cuddled up in bed the whole day since kento left this morning until he came back at night. when the tall man entered the room it was oddly warm inside, dark and silent. you were hidden under the pile of blankets watching some stupid show on your phone at the minimum volume, brightness all the way down. it was hard for him to tell if you were even there.

“my dear? are you alright?” he almost whispered while approaching the lump you formed underneath the comforter, sitting next to you and caressing some hair strands away from your sad-looking face. there were dried tears along your cheeks, he could tell.

kento gave you time to respond, not pushing you too far as he patiently kept caressing your hair after pulling his tie away and buttoning his shirt down a bit. “not feeling well, daddy…” you simply muted after some minutes, turning off the phone and throwing it away weakly. you wouldn’t use that nickname on a daily basis, keeping it exclusive for intimacy or for when you didn’t felt like thinking on your own.

“hmm, and may i know what’s got you feeling like this, baby?” he asked again, careful and silently. in the meantime he pulled the covers down, bringing your body to his arms so he could lead you both to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. he had you sat down on the counter, your head against his chest while he herd you rant about the reasons why you didn’t wanna do anything that day. he listened, nodded and made you feel heard, valid. made your fillings valid.

after washing you out of the long lasting sadness he cooked you dinner after he put you on the couch surrounded by your favorite plushies and fuzziest blankets. that’s what you needed, daddy to coax you into moving on, daddy to take good care of you as you didn’t know how to do it sometimes.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s loves it when you ask for help to do anything. need help reaching that top shelf? he instantly has both his hands holding you up. need him to style your hair? he’s already pulling out all the gadgets he might require to have you looking like a princess. need help with homework? your boyfriend is smart enough to help you do all of it.

— it was early in the morning when kento woke up to the scent of coffee and toast as he walked towards the kitchen, naked chest and gray sweatpants hung low on is hips. you, on the other hand, were dressed in his shirt as you climbed up the counters, trying to reach for the jam resting on the highest shelf.

he looked at you endearingly from the doorway, taking place behind you seconds after so you wouldn’t fall back. one of his beefy arms wrapped around your body. at the same time, the other one grabbed the jar effortlessly, looking back down to give it to you, leaving a soft peck on your forehead before sipping some coffee.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who keeps every little gift you’ve made him. the small knickknacks, the cute drawings of you two, the paper flowers or the framed pictures you’ve given him throughout the months.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who gets genuinely offended if you choose to sit anywhere else but his lap. it’s your proclaimed sit, like a personal princess throne. he makes sure to wear the most expensive slacks for you to be comfortable, wrapping both arms around your body to rest his chin on your shoulder an keep on doing whatever he was up to. never forgetting to pepper you whole with love bites and kisses.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s a big biiiig fan of cockwarming, yup, cockwarming. he’s a busy businessman and there are times when he just has not a free minute to spend with you. he would even focus a lot more with your sweet cunt wrapped around him, the warmth of your body against his, and your soft occasional whimpers enough motivation to finish work quickly so he can fuck you properly.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who fucks you but also makes love to you every so often. the softness of the moment, his body on top of yours as your legs wrap around his hips to bring him even closer, his huge hands holding onto your tiny ones while he thrust deep and slowly against your gummy spot. he would whisper low praises against your mouth and pet your hair when you both reach your climax :c

 — when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy robe you weren’t expecting your shared room to be lit dimly by the soft glow of vanilla candles, the plushies you had on the bed now carefully placed on the floor and your daddy sat down on the edge of the king-sized mattress.

kento still wore his suit and tie, meaning he just came back from the office. his hair slightly ruffled and his glasses resting on the bedside table, munching on one of your favorite sweets. “come here, angel, i stopped by your favorite bakery on my way home” he declared while patting a place next to him.

you slipped happily towards your lover, filling his sweet mouth with kisses while giggling. he was normally busy, yes, but he always made up for the lost moment. nanami never made you feel unloved or unattended.

things from there moved on slowly and naturally, finding yourself straddling his lap while you both ate the sweets, ranting about your day, and gossiping on the latest news between soft kisses.

soft kisses that eventually ended in a make-out session, slow and wet. his hands placed on your lower back, gripping the flesh as you squirmed on top of him, fidgeting with the buttons of his dressing shirt. the robe you wore already lost somewhere on the floor and damp hair cascading down your back.

if you tried to pull back to catch your breath he would latch his glistening lips to your sensitive nipples, moving your body effortlessly to lay you on the bed while marking your breasts, claiming you his as he settled between your soft thighs. “daddy— mmh…” you whined as he lowered said kisses down your navel, licking the silky skin on its way, gripping both your legs as he took place between them, rubbing the tip of his nose against your bundle of nerves, sniffing into your natural scent. “so sweet, aren’t you, honey? sweet and perfect for daddy?” “mmph, yes, yes !”

the wet muscle caressing your pussy would make it embarrassingly easy to cum with aid from his long and skilled fingers, becoming undone before you would’ve liked. for kento this was pure satisfaction, seeing you cry from pleasure was his pleasure and he got off to it, humpimg the bed without realizing it.

later, he’d come up to kiss you again while taking off his annoying shirt and slacks, toying with your neglected nipples between his thumbs as his tip poked your leaking hole. “so good for me, doll, always so patient for my arrival.” he whispered against your ear as he slowly bottomed out, placing a warm hand on your belly to feel himself inside you. “that’s right, relax for daddy, honey, you’re doing so good.” he confessed after groaning at your tightness, picking up a nice pace for you both to moan against each other’s lips.

you both would reach your highs together, your arms hugging his shoulders to keep him close and his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he emptied himself inside of you, both your releases gushing over the sheets. kento hid his face in the crook of your neck while he hugged you back, smothering your now-dry hair without moving an inch. you, on the other hand, caress his nape lovingly, grabbing the duvet to cover you both as you slowly drift to sleep, not even bothering to clean yourselves.

that’s something daddy would take care of in the morning >_<

💌: i’m incapable of writing smut properly this is embarrassing :(

— masterlist

[midnight-mourning]

Sharing Isn't Caring

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 13💘💘

Hello! Finally finishing these up, bit of a busy weekend and this one in particular got VERY long lol, that being said hope you enjoy!

Prompt: i really liked that one promptober you made about the reader having robophobia ( cause sun killed a few workers and has been avoiding him ever since, scary ass animatronic) is it possible to have a prompt where yn is doing better, has work besties. Aside from the constant threat of being brutally murdered by a friendly animatronic, theyre work life is chill. Its around valintines day where y/n has made friends with the cute new girl. Both have platonic feelings for each other while also being flirty (satire, gotta kiss the homies goodnight) with each other, kissing cheeks, hold hands, other friendly touches. However this does not go unnoticed by our favorite daycare attendants. They too try to be playfully flirty and touches yn any chance they get. However envy gets the better of them when they want to be yn's valentine...

Word Count: 3475

Content warning: non-graphic mentions of death, dying, violence, etc.

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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"Good morning!" A voice greets as you walk into the break room. 

You look up from your phone, small, tired smile on your features. "Ah, morning Jaz."

"You sleep alright?" She asks, taking a sip of her coffee. "You look exhausted."

You wince, a reminder of your nightmare last night coming forth. 

Running, running, running, tripping, falling. Claws sinking in, a scream ripped from your throat, cruel laughter ringing in your mind as it happens and being able to do nothing to stop it—

You shake your head. It was just a dream. They hadn't figured you out. At this point, you don't know if they ever would. Lucky, you'd been so, very lucky so far that they were solely focused on being your friend. Not a bit of suspicion in either of them as to what you knew. 

You hoped to god it'd stay that way, too.

Several months have passed, and you haven't beared witness to anything quite so terrifying since. Though, you'd made sure you wouldn't. You never let yourself get caught up in the evening hours, and you never let yourself be alone with either Sun or Moon. 

Save for the few times they'd managed to make such a scenario happen themselves, however.

Sun had meant it when he said he'd cure your 'robophobia'. They were sure trying their hardest, at least. 

Chatting with you every time you came to drop off a delivery or supplies, dragging you along to partake in some on days they were—suspiciously—lacking a helper. Sun particularly like to play hide and seek or house, whereas Moon wouldn't let you leave until you took a nap. 

Both made it their mission to be as up close and personal as they could too. Touches lingering just a tad too long, cornering you in one way or another, tones playful, cheeky. To an outsider it would seem like harmless fun, but to you, all it did was make you keep your guard up more. Which in turn, only made them try that much harder. 

It was a vicious cycle, but after the incident that occurred a little or a month ago, you could at least say—for now—that your chances of dying were significantly lower than you'd have thought otherwise. 

You'd forgotten your keys. Or maybe lost them, you still weren't entirely sure. You'd gone through every inch of the Plex where you'd been working that day, without a sign of them. There was only one place you hadn't checked, and it scared you to your core. 

You had debated whether to knock on the doors or not. Ultimately deciding that you'd rather take your chances slipping in and out unnoticed then actively invite the devil to your doorstep. Or you to the devil's, you realize there's little point to figuring it out much further. 

The speakers play the usual tune, the space is empty as can be as you peek inside. 

A quick glance around and you spy your keys on the desk. It takes everything in you to not make a beeline for them, instead walking calmly over and picking them up. You're about to turn back around when—

*Thump!*

Directly. Behind you. 

"Hello Sunshine! What brings you here so late? Did you stop by just to see little ol' me?" Again, that cheeky voice that perhaps only you can hear the sinister undertones of.

You suppress the scream and the shiver you want to let out. Instead, you turn around with a small, forced, smile. "H-hi Sun! I was just um, looking for my keys. And what do you know, they were in here all along!" You lift them up, making yourself laugh to keep your nerves in check. "I'll get out of your hair now."

"Silly, silly, I don't have any hair! And besides,"—a hand to your wrist, tone dropping just a tad—"You just got here. Would be a shame to leave so soon, hm?"

You start to falter. "I—"

"So come on then! You look ready to fall apart at the seams, and I can't have that happening to my favorite little assistant!" Sun shifts his grip to your hand, pulling you further along into the Daycare. "Don't you worry, I have just the thing to ease that tension."

He pulls you over a set of beanbags, he guides you to sit down in one, while he does in the other. Before you can blink, there's a coloring book and crayons in your lap. 

"Coloring is always soothing for the soul!" He states, finger pointing up in an affirming manner, then gets to work on his own book. 

There's only one thought in your head at that moment; you're going to die here. 

But, you're not quick enough to make a break for the door, so you have no choice but to accept your fate. Shaky hands gripping crayons in an attempt to distract yourself from your impending doom. 

As you go along, Sun pesters you constantly with conversation and questions. It confuses you, does he just like playing with his food or what? 

You answer best you can, but all the air leaves your lungs when he pops a question you were more than simply fearing. 

"—since we're such good friends, right?"

You freeze, and curse yourself for it, mouth feeling like glue as you tumble out a stuttered response. "Y-yeah. We're friends."

"Best friends?" Sun presses, leaning in close, you're waiting for him to take hold of you and slam your face into the mats just like—

"A-ah. Um, I don't know, I-I guess so? Sorry, I've um, not really had a best friend before..."

You were so screwed. 

Yet, Sun doesn't miss a beat, words a light as ever as he pouts. "Oh, well that won't do. I'll just have to keep trying until you feel completely confident in the notion that we are!"

And you were still standing the next morning. You don't know if it was a fluke, or what, but it certainly didn't seem that way. You'd take what you could get, though, and double, triple checked that you had all your belongings in their proper places from then on. 

Jaz clears her throat. Right. Back to the present. 

She'd been a nice change of pace over the last month or so. A fresh face to help you with things or pass in the hall. You were the same age, and related to each other a lot. It was… nice. To have someone to talk to, even if she couldn't know even the beginning of what you'd witnessed. 

But, you could tell her little things, insignificant, things that nobody could pick up on. 

"I had a nightmare, is all. I'll be alright." You sit down in the chair beside her, sighing. 

She tsks. "You seem to have a lot of those."

"It's not a willing participation, I assure you." You're rubbing your eyes when you spy a steaming mug being held in front of you. "Oh, you didn't have to do that."

A shrug. "Wanted to. Now drink up, I heard from Gary that we've got a lot of inventory to move today."

"Going to be a great morning then." You mutter into your cup as she snickers. 

Work had in general been a lot easier with the additional help, and just in general because of your new friend. She made you laugh, cheered you up on your rougher days, and was just in general a light in your life as of late. Not to mention, she'd inadvertently managed to help you overcome your fear of being touched you'd developed from witnessing the Attendants' actions. 

It was simple things, like touches to your shoulder and arm. Holding your hand and dancing around at the end of the work day, jokingly flirting and cheek kisses and the likes. No double meaning or the likes either, Jaz was just like that with everyone, you'd soon found. It eased you in a way you couldn't describe. You could relax around her and it felt like you'd gotten a bit of normalcy back into your day to day. 

Not to mention, through getting to know Jazz you'd gotten a bit more confidence in talking to others at work, and now had several coworkers you'd consider friends both in and outside of work. Things were… weird beyond that, but at least for the moment they were going alright. 

"So then I finally just told him, 'boy if you don't get your act together, she's going to leave you' and do you know what he said?" 

You snicker, adjusting the boxes in your arms. "What?"

"'But that's so much work'" She exaggerates the tone, with an extended groan and you let out a shocked laugh. "Like? Excuse me? You can't be serious right now."

You're still laughing hard as she pushes the roll cart through the Daycare doors. "That's insane. Does he just not care or is he stupid?"

"Between you and me,"—she leans in, voice low—"I think it's both. Fu-freakin' moron."

You giggle, about to give a quip in response when a loud voice interrupts.

"Good morning Starshine! Oh, and hello Jaz!" Sun stands just to your left, you don't know how you didn't hear him. "I didn't know you knew each other!"

Jaz lets go of the cart, arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Sure do! We're stuck being storage monkeys together. They've been a big help in showing me the ropes."

"As if you needed help, it's pretty straightforward." You set down the boxes in your arms finally. 

You glance over and see Jaz put her hand to her chest, feigning misery. "Oh, but if it weren't for you, i'd be completely and utterly lost! I don't know what I'd do without you, my best friend." She makes kissing noises at you as you laugh, gagging. 

"Knock it off." You swat at her lightly, then you look up to Sun. "If you just tell us where you want everything, we'll move it, Sun. Stop it!" You shove Jaz away as she pretends to try and kiss you cheek again. 

There's a snap then, drawing your attention to the attendant, you see the marker he'd been holding is broken in half, movements stiff as he glances down to look at it. 

"Oh. What a shame. Follow me, I'll show you exactly where to put everything." He turns, steps precise as he marches across the Daycare. 

While you pick up on the shift, Jaz doesn't seem to, simply taking hold of the cart again and following after him. You debate for a moment, and against your better judgement, swipe a wet wipe from the desk. The supply closet is tucked away in a hallway lacking light. So much so that it's Moon who finishes leading you. 

While Jaz starts to unload things in the closet, Moon waits at the doorway, attentive, unyielding in his gaze.

You clear your throat. "Um, need some help with that?"

His faceplate snaps to look at you and you swallow. It clicks to the side a few times as he examines you.

You nod to his hand, which you've no doubt is stained a deep purple by now. "I meant with the um, marker."

"Ah, thank you, Star." Moon snickers, opening his hand for you to wipe it off. 

You take his hand in both your own, wiping off where the marker has changed the color. It's a bit harder to do in this low light, but you manage. 

You don't expect Moon to speak up again. "Best friends?"

It takes a moment to click to you. "Ah. Yeah. We are."

Moon makes a noise then, grating, you can't make sense of it. So, you just ignore it and finish cleaning him up before going to help Jaz. Had you paid closer attention, you'd have noticed how tightly his hand grips the doorway, making it creak under the pressure. 

After that day, you notice that both Sun and Moon have somehow become more clingy. 

It wasn't just short conversations and little activities anymore. It was full blown discussions and non-stop things to do. Anytime you tried to protest that you were far too busy to spend so much time with them, they simply argued that nobody would say a thing. Which, they were right, your manager didn't seem to care in the slightest. 

Those touches from before were ramped up, in that there was more hand-holding, more hugs, more everything, that you'd let them get by with, that is. All of their previous efforts from before felt ramped up, and you had no idea as to why. Not to mention that they appeared to be more flirty as well.

And then came February. 

Right from the start of the month, something was different with them, you could tell instantly. And you soon found out what. 

When you came in to drop off supplies or such, there'd be little notes or doodles waiting for you. You'd find their comments going from less friendly to having a more flirtatious connotation. And all of it only got worse the closer you got to Valentine's Day. 

"Sunshine, come dance with me!" Sun would say, dragging you with him to spin through several songs. Hand on your hip and words soft as he gave you compliment after compliment.

Moon would do similar, asking you to sit with him and read the children stories at naptime, watching over your shoulder and softly singing your praises. Or even better, acting out the stories with you, especially enjoying the more romantic fairy tales in particular. 

And the thing was, much like their attempts at friendship, all this doting felt genuine. 

It confused you beyond belief, besides the fact that it concerned you deeply. You were already struggling enough with this 'friendship' you'd been cornered into with the murder robots, the fact that they were acting as if they were romantically interested was only making things worse. 

The morning of Valentine's you were a ball of nerves. You were hoping—praying, really—that they wouldn't try anything, though you knew the unlikelihood of that happening. At this point, your feelings were so confusing, twisted. You thought they'd approached you because they knew you knew what they'd done. And yet, countlessly time and time again you'd been—seemingly—proven wrong. 

"You alright over there, Sunshine?" 

You jolt at the nickname, sending a scowl Jaz's way. "Not cute."

"I think it suits you well." She snickers, checking her phone. "What's on the agenda for today, boss?"

You tsk. "Not your boss. And I have no idea, I haven't checked yet." You rub your face, pulling up your schedule, only to find it's blank. You sit up, muttering. "That can't be right..."

"Something wrong?"

You try refreshing the page, no luck. "Yeah, my schedule's empty. See if you can pull up yours."

After a moment, Jaz holds up her phone, her own schedule showing up without issue. 

You both share a confused look. 

"Dude, did you get fired?"

You feel flustered fear build up in you then. "Better not of. They have no reason to get rid of me."

It's then that you notice an email in your inbox. Clicking on it, you see it's from your manager, telling you to see him in his office about a 'change of location'.

"I don't remember you saying anything about wanting to transfer." Jaz comments as you stand up. 

You shake your head, grabbing your jacket. "I didn't."

On your way to your manager's office, passing by the Daycare, you hear a low whistle calling out to you. 

You turn, it's dark, the only light is glowing red eyes on the top of the wall. Knowing you don't have much a choice, you walk over. 

"Hi, Moon." You say, unsure. "How's um, naptime?"

He twists, hanging upside down from the wall. "Boring. No one to talk to."

"Well what about Jean—" You cut yourself off, words dying in your throat with realization. 

Moon doesn't catch it, instead snickering to himself. "Sick."

Something in your gut tells you that's not in the slightest bit the truth. 

"Ah. Gotcha. Well, I should get going now." You wave and turn around. "See you later."

*Thump!*

A hand resting on your shoulder, and the sudden up close and personal presence behind you startles you, to say the least. 

"Wait. Have something for you."

You swallow the urge to run away. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm." Moon hums, right beside your ear. "Close your eyes."

You do, it's not as if there's a scenario where you don't. 

A pause. You're half-expecting something terrible, be it something grotesque or even something as cruel as your own end—

"Open."

Flowers. It's flowers. 

Origami flowers, at that. You're impressed by the intricacy of the folding, they're delicate, precise. Something that would have taken even the most skilled of individuals genuine time and care to make. 

And you're being presented a massive bouquet of them.

"Wow..." You trail off, consumed with genuine awe. "I, for me?"

Moon snickers, faceplate spinning once. "Happy Valentine's, Little Star."

Right, Valentine's. You'd entirely forgotten for a moment. 

While you're in your daze, Moon plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear. He then sets the bouquet into your arms with a gentle pat, then hops back up on the ledge. 

"See you later~" Another giggle, and he's gone, leaving you dumbfounded. 

Your boss hardly glances up at you when you step into his office. "Ah, finally. Sit down, let's make this quick."

You sit down, still not quite thinking clearly as a stack of papers is tossed in front of you. 

"Sign these, and then I'll switch you over to the Daycare in the system. Their liability and the likes since you're working one-on-one with the Attendant. Fionna will be in charge of you from now on, paychecks, etc. Think she lets the robot pick the schedules, for whatever reason. Any questions?" He finally looks at you then, raising a brow. "Quite the bouquet you got there. Do I need to get you a relationship form from HR too?"

You shake your head. "I, no. No, not at all. I, why am I being transferred?"

"Well, you asked." Your manager states plainly, then shrugs. "And you got a couple good recommendations so I figured 'eh, whatever'. You can start today once you're done here. Or take the day off, I don't care, not my problem."

You just sit there a moment, taking it all in. 

'You asked.'

You, asked.

You know a sign when you see it. And you know when an alarm bell is blaring in your head, it's best not to ignore it. 

But when you've got a gun to the back of your head, that's much harder to ignore. 

You pick up the pen, and sign. 

Your steps are heavy as you walk back to the Daycare. Jaz has texted you a couple times, your like a zombie as you type by brief responses. You don't know what to think. Should you be relieved, or counting your days? 

They wouldn't have put in this much effort if they weren't genuine. Surely they weren't running this long of a con. But then that meant they were genuine. The killer robots were infatuated with you. 

You don't know which is worse, you don't know which is worse, you don't know which is worse—

"Hello Sunbeam! I'm so happy to see you!" 

You look up, Sun stands before you, rays spinning gleefully. You didn't even realize you'd walked into the Daycare. 

He claps his hands. "Oh! We're going to have so much fun, fun, fun! We get to spend all day long together! Just you and me! And well, the children too. But still, isn't it great?"

"I, um sure. I guess so." You mumble out. 

The slight twitch to his rays doesn't go unnoticed by you. The slightest of shifts in his tone as he glares down at you.

"Come now, friend. Aren't you excited? After all,"—He suddenly bends to your height, leaving you face-to-face and inches apart—"Aren't we best. friends?"

You struggle to maintain eye contact, focusing slipping to the bundle in your arms as you try to think up a way to respond. 

A low chuckle interrupts your racing thoughts. "Ah, but maybe that's not enough for you either?"

"I, um." It is a miracle you've lasted this long with how you're fumbling over your words.

Sun's hands cup your cheeks, tone still a hum. "Love, all you had to do was say so. In fact, we wish you'd done so sooner." His smile presses to your forehead. "Not to worry, we're more than happy to make up for lost time."

You can only stare up at him with smothered horror as his thumb strokes your cheek.

"And now, there's nothing that's going to get in the way of that."

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So, I was familiar with the fact that Starfire of the Titans did some modelling when she first came to Earth, anglicizing her birth name Koriand'r into Kori Anders for the work.

But looking back at some of the stuff said about the hot new model on the scene at the time.... did people actually not realize she was an alien for a while?

Your guess is as good as mine as to what exactly was in the fucking water in San Francisco back in the day. Because you are correct. People from outlets as diverse as Vogue, Vanity Fair and Cosmopolitan looked at THIS.

(A Vogue cover of Starfire as "Kory Anders" I was able to find. Know I don't know which one, I don't read fashion magazines and she's on a lot of them) And said "yep, no need for further questioning or investigation here. That is a 110% real human woman". Like, guys. I know it's California. I know it's high fashion. But the woman is 6'4" in flats. Has bright green eyes with no pupils that glow in the dark. Her hair is wider than her torso, hangs down past her feet and ALSO glows at the ends. And her skin is BRIGHT SUNSET ORANGE.

This was AFTER Starfire had already become a well known and beloved public figure in San Francisco through her work with the Titans by the way! For months, maybe even close to a year people all over the world were under the impression that this woman was a human supermodel. She was a very POPULAR supermodel, the most popular new debut of her era by far she did shoots for just about ever magazine and brand under the sun but people from her agent on down were under the impression that she was a normal earth woman with a very "shocking" look. Do you know WHY this charade went on as long as it did? Because Starfire was truly, deeply under the impression no one on God's green Earth could possibly not have known. In a multi-million dollar game of "you never asked" she continued to cash the checks and take the gigs believing, entirely reasonably, that people were offering her these jobs knowing that she was also internationally famous superheroine Starfire. (As a note, she never intentionally Anglicized her name. 'Kory Anders' was the name a publicist came up with because 'Koriand'r' sounded 'too foreign') It wasn't until her teammates pointed out to her that no one seemed to be acknowledging that Kory Anders and Starfire were the same person that she made a point of bringing it up. At which point her agent and publicist acted like they had been entrusted with her secret identity, a secret identity Koriand'r had never cultivated in the first place! So that a whole lot of egg on the faces of every gossip reporter in the country (which is a silver lining lol). But ever since then she's continued her modelling work more or less uninterrupted. Coming from a highly militarized society and being born royalty, Koriand'r has said that fashion, the idea that people of any class, race or creed can choose to dress and express themselves how they please is one of the things she appreciates and loves the most about the Earth.

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Uncle!Sukuna Part 5

Uncle!Sukuna who was annoyed that he hadn't been able to see you much since your date. Over the weekend, there had been an issue at his bar that required his full attention. He had practically been there for a full 48 hours, having left Yuji with you. Other then messaging you the little he could, he hadn't been able to talk to you much.

He was a little nervous to, honestly. The last thing you had done was kiss before he did the gentleman thing and went to his own house. But the longer you guys went not talking about it, not discussing what this meant for you both, the more anxious he felt. He hated these new feelings, how vulnerable they made him feel. He hated how he was already, in a matter of days, missing your smile, the way you smiled when Yuji and Choso started bickering about who the best superhero was and why, the way you laugh when Sukuna said some stupid joke or lighthearted insult, the way you got soft and gentle when one of the boys got hurt playing. He hated how badly he wanted to see you again, to kiss you. He hated that he had only kissed you once but could already tell he was addicted. He hated what you were doing to him, because whatever it was felt amazing in a way he never knew what he was missing out on before you.

Uncle!Sukuna who is back at home the Monday after valentines. You were already at work, the boys at school, so he finds himself sleeping through the day, before waking up to his front door opening and the loud sound of hurried footsteps.

He sits up in bed, a bit groggy, right as his bedroom door is thrown open. A little figure launches itself into his lap. He grunts before looking down at the little boy who looks so much like himself.

"Get off, brat." He grunts. He makes no move to make the boy listen though.

"You're back! We saw your car in the 'way. You've been gone for sooo long." Yuji pouted, which didn't suit his usually smiling face. Sukuna pitches Yuji's cheek while rolling his eyes.

"It was only two days, twerp." He looks at Choso, standing in the open doorway.

Sukuna had gotten a bit closer with the boy over the past few weeks, but he was still a bit shy and awkward, like now. It was clear the older kid didn't know what to due with himself while in Sukuna's space.

"Where's your mom?"

Choso glances down the hall from the direction they had come.

"In the kitchen, I think. She brought you dinner, we ate out today."

Uncle!Sukuna who stands up, throwing Yuji over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The boy laughs like it's a ride, gripping Sukuna's shirt for extra stability. The man walks towards Choso, ruffling his dark hair in fondness, before leading them towards the kitchen.

He stops when he sees you, looking over some papers you must have brought while sitting at his kitchen island. The way you're so relaxed, doing something so simple as that, but so fitting in his home, it makes his heart beat irregulate.

Sukuna sets Yuji down before approaching you. At the sound of their footsteps, you turn. He swears his heart stops for a moment when you give him a bright smile, looking at him with some emotion he didn't quite understand yet but knew it might be his undoing.

He greets you, a little awkward since he's not sure where you two stand. He wants to kiss you, like a husband would kiss his wife after a long day, but doesn't know if you would want that too. Plus, with the boys in the same room, he knows it isn't the best idea. So he settles for a nod and gruff hey before you point out the food you had brought for him.

Uncle!Sukuna who likes it when you and the boys sit with him at the dining table. Despite having eaten, the three of you join him to chat while he eats. Yuji tells him about his weekend and school, with you and Choso chiming in every so often. Eventually, though, the boys get bored and run off to Yuji's room.

Once alone, he almost wants to ask if he's been on your mind as much as you've been on his, if that kiss and date meant the same for you that it did him. But before he can even try to, you ask him about work and the emergency he had to take care of. He tells you about it, not going too deep into the boring details.

You two talk for a while, about nothing special. There's a tension there, not necessarily negative, but still. It's clear that both of you want to say something, but are apparently too scared to do so.

But Sukuna doesn't want to be a coward. He doesn't want to keep pushing this to the side, telling himself he'll bring it up later. There was no better time like the present.

He opens his mouth, starting to say your name when the sound of shattering glass gets both of your attentions. On autopilot, you both stand and quickly make your way to the hall. Reaching Yuji's room, you look inside to see Choso standing with a small pile of glass at his feet, holding his hand with a pained look while Yuji stands nearby, looking a little scared.

Both of you rush towards the older boy, but Sukuna beats you to him. He picks your son up under his armpits, holding him as if he weighed nothing, and carrying him a safe distance away from the glass. You guide Yuji around it as well before joining Sukuna to kneel in front of Choso. As the man looks at the small cut on Choso's finger, you make sure your son was okay.

"Cho, baby, what happened?"

Choso avoids looking at Sukuna directly. Knowing your son, you knew he was afraid the man would be mad.

"Honey, I'm sure it was an accident. Sukuna won't be upset, just tell us." You tried to reassure, glancing at the man next to you, hoping that you were correct. He focuses on getting the glass out of Choso's finger.

"Yuji was showing me a picture of his mom and dad. He asked me to get it out of the frame so he could add it to his project, but when I tried to the glass cut me and I dropped it." He explained in a small voice. You rubbed his cheek lovingly,

Sukana hardly reacted at the mention of the photo. He knew Yuji had it, of course. He even knew his nephew would sometimes talk to it, as if talking to his parents for real. It made his chest hurt in a weird way, but he knew the grieving process wouldn't be easy.

But his lack of reaction makes Choso worry slightly.

"I'm sorry, Sukuna. I should've brought it to you."

Sukuna looked up, staring at the boy with an indifferent expression.

"Nah brat, Yuji should've brought it to me. But it's fine either way, just be more careful next time. Don't need either of you getting hurt." he says, standing. He looks to his nephew, who looks a little shy after hearing his own name. Shaking his head, he pats the kids head in a silent effort to show Yuji it was okay, that he wasn't mad.

You stood too, giving Sukuna he favorite smile, soft and fond, before taking your sons good hand.

"Where's your first aid kit?" You asked. Sukuna stared at you for a long second.

Yes, he had one. But he had only bought one at the insistence of Yuji's former social worker, and couldn't remember at all where it was. So he stood there, wracking his brain to try and remember. You watched him, getting confused the longer he went without answering.

"Oh! I have it, Uncle Kuna put it in my backpack." Yuji suddenly exclaims, grabbing said bag and opening it up. Sukuna furrows his brow, unable to recall doing such a thing. But when he sees Yuji pull out a small, mobile first aid kit (really just a box of spiderman band aids and antibiotic ointment), he remembers doing it after the first week of school, when Yuji came home with multiple small wounds from rough play.

You smile again, taking the box and walking off with Choso to the bathroom down the hall. Once you're gone, Sukuna glances between Yuji and the pile of glass, which he now sees is laying over a picture of his brother and his sister-in-law holding a baby Yuji with large grins. Even Yuji is grinning in the photo.

Uncle!Sukuna who picks the picture up, careful of the glass. He examines it for a moment. Looking at it now, seeing the smiling face of his brother, he can't help but wish he had done more to stay in touch. He wished he had gotten the chance to have a better relationship with Jin, be a better brother than what he was.

Uncle!Sukuna who looks at Yuji, and in that moment, promises himself that he would be a better uncle. He might not get his brother back, might not ever be able to make up for the lack of relationship between them, but he would do better with Yuji. He would be more involved, more active in his life. He was a shit brother, sure, but he vowed to be a great ass Uncle.

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Uncle!Sukuna who still drives you and the boys to school/work, despite you insisting that he didn't have to bother. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he enjoyed spending the mornings with you. So despite it being his week off, he wants to drive you. Plus, it wouldn't be fair to you to just expect you to be responsible for Yuji that often. So he still does it, using the drive home to try and think of the best way to ask you out again. He hadn't had the chance to speak to you, alone, about anything between you yet, mostly because he's been busy trying to help Yuji with a class project.

Turns out, he had wanted to add a picture of his parents to a project of 'people you admire' (Sukuna had to take a moment when he saw his own picture already on the poster, Yuji got extra ice cream that night). So he had spent most of the week helping with that. So far Yuji had pictures of Sukuna, his parents, you, Choso, spiderman, his friends Megumi and Nobara, and Jennifer Lawrence (Sukuna was pretty sure the brat had a crush on the actress, though he wouldn't admit it).

But since it was almost the end of the week, he had a plan. He would have to find alternative child care, since Toji refused to babysit the boys overnight again. Something about how those three together was a recipe for disaster. But other than that, he had everything thought out perfectly.

Uncle!Sukuna who gets a call from the school, that same day, a few hours later. He's surprised when he hears the voice from the lady in the front office, but even more surprised when she tells him that Yuji got into a fight. His 6 year old nephew, got into a fight.

Part of him was proud, but a new part of him was disappointed.

Uncle!Sukuna who made his way to the school once more. As soon as he got there, the secretary showed him to the principles office, where Yuji was sitting with his head down. The way he looked so small made Sukuna instantly glare at the principle, making the man shiver behind his desk.

Principle Yaga stands, nodding to Sukuna as a greeting before introducing himself. There's an awkward silence as Sukuna doesn't reply, simply remains glaring before gruffly asking what happened.

"It seems there was a conflict between Yuji and another student during recess. The teachers say that the boys were playing, when the other student said something that seemed to upset your nephew. He lunged at the student, and from there, both were throwing punches." Yaga explains, sitting back down. Sukuna plops down in the chair next to Yuji, who's head remains down.

"What did he say?" Sukuna says, voice low.

"Excuse me?"

"What. Did. the kid. Say?"

Yaga glances at Yuji, before his gaze goes back to the man.

"He won't say. Neither will the other student, which is to be expected.

Sukuna remained silent for a minute, staring at the wooden desk in thought. It's awkward for a moment, especially for Yaga. Then, Sukuna looks to his nephew.

"They deserve it?"

His words shock Yaga, who's too stunned to reply. He watches as Yuji nods slightly, not lifting his head.

That's all that Sukuna needs to be ready to leave. So he stands, which makes Principle Yaga stammer. Before another word could be said, another knock on the office door is heard. Eyes turn to the door when it opens to reveal you.

"Principle Yaga, I'm sorry to interrupt. I've just spoke with Choso, and I thought it might be better if I handled this. Mr. Ryomen and I are familiar with each other, and the boys are close." You explained. Yaga smiled, professional and a little relieved as he nods. At his approval, you look to Sukuna.

Uncle!Sukuna who sees something in your eyes, something sad though you try to hide it. Your smile is clearly forced, even as Yuji finally stands and makes his way to you. He hugs himself into your waste for a moment, a hug that you return, before moving past you to stand near Choso in the hall.

You lead the three of them to your office, letting them inside and letting the boys sit on a small couch in the corner. Sukuna sits in the chair across from you, a frown on his face as soon as he notices the frown on yours.

"We already handled it. Yuji said the little shit deserved it." He says, needing to break the silence. You sigh, looking at the man.

"Did he tell you what the kid said?" You asked, glancing to the two quiet boys.

Sukuna shook his head, doing the same as you and taking a look at the boys.

"He said...something about Choso. Something that, I honestly can't say I would react differently at his age." You say, fatigue clear in your voice. Your words made Sukuna even more confused. "Yuji, please tell your Uncle what Toya said to you."

Yuji finally lifted his head, showing his bruising face and bandaged lip. Sukuna never would have imagined 6 year olds could fight like that.

"He...he said that Choso didn't have a dad because he wasn't good enough for one, because dads don't stay when their sons are too weak." He said, his voice as small as he looked. Next to him, Choso kept his head down, trying to stay strong.

Sukuna felt a fury he hadn't felt in a long time. Now he had always said he would never hurt a kid, but he couldn't deny that the idea of smacking this 'Toya' so hard his face looked worse then Yuji's sounded like a pretty good one.

While Sukuna is holding back rage, you're holding back tears. The cruel words said about your own son, they made you feel guilty.

"I..I appreciate you standing up for Choso, Yuji, and I'm sure he does too. But we can't handle bullying with violence. Not to mention that I don't want you getting hurt, and I'm sure Choso doesn't either." You spoke gently, though there was a firmness in your words that you had perfected throughout your job.

Sukuna stared at his nephew until the boy met his eyes. Sukuna hated seeing the bruises on his face. He hated seeing how small both boys looked, hated how he didn't know what to say to help. He wasn't fit for comfort, and all he could think to say would probably be a direct contrast to what you were trying to say. No violence? That's all he knew how to do when it comes solving problems, especially problems like this.

"You'll have to apologize to Toya, just like he will apologize to you. Then, Principle Yaga wants me to sit down with you...and your guardian...about the wrongs of fighting." You said after a minute of silence. Your hesitation was obvious, and Sukuna knew why.

He groaned, throwing his head back at your words. Even with you being the one giving this 'talk', it still sounds awful. You can't help but fight back a small smile at his groan, despite the situation. It doesn't last though, when you look back to your son.

Sukuna, after his little tantrum, followed your gaze. He saw how the 8 year old was curled up, as if hiding himself from the world. He couldn't tell if this was due to what was said about him, or due to the fact that Yuji had gotten hurt for him. Choso had become a little protective of his younger friend, doing what he could to keep Yuji from harm. So you could imagine how upsetting it must be for the kid to watch Yuji get beat up over him.

Before you could even figure out what to say, at least that you haven't already, you're surprised by Sukuna's words,

"Y'not weak kid, especially not cause some asshat left you and your mom. If anyone is weak, it's the deadbeat who couldn't handle something good."

Choso shared your sentiment of surprise, finally looking up to stare at him with widened eyes. Not longer after, they softened with appreciation, a small smile coming to his face. He was still sad, that was clear, but Sukuna's words, plus the fact that the man wouldn't say anything he didn't mean especially on his own accord, helped him feel a little better.

Seeing Choso smile encouraged Yuji to as well. Even though it wasn't his usual bright grin, you and Sukuna still saw his joy. You knew this didn't resolve the issue, not really, and that you'd have to have a conversation about Choso's dad soon, as well as follow up with the 'punishment' for Yuji (and Sukuna apparently). But you let the four of you have a moment of reprieve.

Uncle!Sukuna who stops by to get food on the way home, his effort to cheer up the boys more, though he says it's because he's hungry and this whole 'issue' stopped him from having lunch.

As you all sit in his car at the fast food restaurant parking lot, talking to the boys (who are feeling a lot better with their shakes) and making jokes, you take a moment to look at Sukuna. You admire his grin after throwing a fry at Yuji, the ways his eyes light up when messing around with the boys, how he talks to Choso as if he was...something more than a neighbor and friend. And he was, he was so much more.

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thank you to everyone who has been enjoying this series! I am truly grateful for all the love it's gotten. Please lmk what you think, I really do appreciate any constructive criticism. I want to create something people enjoy, within my creative control at least, so letting me know if I'm including something you don't like, or doing something like rambling too much, anything like that, helps me do better!

I hope everyone has a lovely day and weekend (it's friday for me), and I'm sending virtual hugs to everyone who's be so so supportive <33

once again, barely proofread.

[zoeoe-sims]

Flower Arranging Mod V2.0 Testing!

Took a little longer than expected after my last post but v2 of the flower arranging mod is here! Because it's been so long since the last released version, as well as when I actually worked on the bulk of this update, I would really appreciate some people testing it out before I upload it officially.

Just FYI, this post isn't rebloggable because I don't want this testing version to be spread around too much, just in case changes need to made for the official v2.0 and it causes confusion.

More information about the update and for those who want to test it below.

Key Features:

Better flower arrangement selection menu. Instead of the insanely large pie menu, you select an arrangement from a dialogue window. You can reorder them, filter by flower, and view either all learnt arrangements or only available ones. You can even see a thumbnail of the arrangement, as well as what flowers are required and what you have already!

More effects from arrangements. Arrangements now have categories (Basic, Joy, Romance, Wedding, Funeral, Insult) and sims will react differently to them (new moodlets) depending on the type and their personality.

Scenting arrangements. If you figure out the requirements, sims can change the properties of arrangements to make them be fresher for longer, change their category, or provide life-giving/deathly effects!

Skill Journal Additions. You can track your stats, and complete two skill challenges for flower arranging perks.

Things that are not there (not that important, skip paragraph if you don't care :p):

Like I mentioned in my last post about it, in order to get this update out of WIP purgatory I had to not get caught up in too many features big or small. This includes having an autonomous version of the interaction, and some things that don't work quite as polished as I'd like. I've also had a few comments/messages on things like selling the arrangements in a business situation, and an issue with the arrangement ending up in a family inventory, as well as other random things - these are things I'd like to look into but it probably won't be for a while. I do plan on going through the MTS comments, and any messages people have sent me with issues/ideas so I can make a list and address them when I work on this mod further. If you have already messaged or commented about something, please feel free to do so again to make sure I don't miss it. Also custom dreams and self employed career - I started working on both these things and they would be so cool but that's like v3.0 so...

Info for Testers:

Because it's a big update, I recommend testers make a backup of your save just in case there's an issue, particularly with replacing an older version of the mod and even more so if you don't have nraas error trap. And make sure to delete your scriptCache!

I didn't come across any big problems, but I also didn't have a very established flower arranging situation going on. If you do, it would actually be helpful to know your experience with arrangements made pre-update and anything else that might be affected.

Finally, I don't want to spoil anything for people who want to explore the special scented arrangements feature organically which is why I didn't go into detail about it, but if you want to just be told how everything works so you can test it more directly, let me know.

Testing version of flower arranging 2.0 here (SFS)

Thank you!

[sunrisecaminus]

ok! Thank you for answering my question! Can I request tfp Optimus and Megatron who’s both in love with a femme tiger beastformer? (May or may not have started the war bc they both didn’t want the other to have her…) And the only way they could show their love for her is by like fingering her valve and stuff….Megatron gets the chance to be all alone with her and takes advantage of it, fingering her and showing her who’s better. Then Optimus finds out about it and he does the same to try and prove he’s better than Megatron. Hope this works! Tyyyy<33

Message - Crap, ok so I wrote the whole fic and read your request again. I accidentally had it to where Optimus does it first, then Megatron. Hopefully this is still good, but I apologize for changing it a little.

Megatron x Tiger Beastformer Reader x Optimus NSFW

Summary - Optimus and Megatron get a chance for your love by fingering you.

Warnings - NSFW

You have been one of the many leaders of the Beastformer clans and both Megatron and Optimus fell in love with you. The war has made it very hard for either of them to see you, which would make the war worse. Finally, Optimus has spotted you on Earth and Megatron sees you not long after. Both have gotten a lot more interested and motivated to fight again…but what they didn't know was how much you couldn't give two fucks. These two fighting for you has gotten to far and you separated from them for a reason. You tried so hard to get them to stop the battles, but it never worked so you haven't seen them for hundreds of years. Optimus has always loved you for your caring nature while also being mature. Megatron on the other hand loves you for being a good fighter, while also having a fierce personality. Living in the wild for all your life, both the mechs lives seemed so impossible for you to be in, and their little fight wasn't cute at all. You never felt any romance for them during the years, but honestly if they turned their acts around, you would give them a chance.

Running around the forests, you ran all the way to the deserts of Nevada. You smell someone's scent that smelled familiar, so you stay in your tiger form to follow the trail. Optimus Prime's body is seen around the corner of your optics. Quickly hiding above him on some rocks, you watch silently as he seemed to be scouting around the place. Optimus was trying to destress from the last battle that happened yesterday. Megatron has gotten worse ever since he spotted your tiger form around the area, and it have made Optimus a lot more irritated. On the inside, he felt so angry their fight has gotten so far, but honestly if it was for your affection and respect, he might as well keep going. He felt as though someone was there around him, so Optimus transforms his servo into a gun. Looking around the rocky mountains, he didn't sense you up above as you go into pouncing position. With a little aft wiggle, you jump onto Optimus and pin him to the ground. Optimus was scared it was a Decepticon attack, but now can see it was you. You make a deep growl and sniff his faceplate. "You seem jumpy."

Optimus smiles a little and pets you, rubbing your ears with a friendly hello. "I haven't seen you in so long." You press your head on his servo, loving the touch you haven't received from him in years. "Well maybe stop the war, and I will see you both more often." Looking at Optimus with serious eyes, he disappointedly stops petting you. "You know he will never stop until the Autobots are no more." Ugh, these bots are annoying you at this point. Every time they give you a more stupid excuse. "Well than I can't chose unless one of you earned to be my conjunx." Optimus perks up at what you said. Soooo, they have a chance? Finally, now he has to figure out what you want. "I can give you something like a gift? Or maybe I can itch around your back, I know it can be difficult for you to touch around that area." You chuckle at his cute little requests and transform in your mech form, standing over him and reach your hand out for him to grab. He grabs your hand and you help pull him up back to his feet. "If you really want me to think about you being my conjunx, than you would have to screw me." You laughed at the little joke you made, Optimus blushing mad. It was hilarious to tease both of them with such sensitive topics. You have teased Megatron about politics before and you had no idea how mad that guy could get. Seeing the Prime flustered was so cute in your eyes, but what you didn't know what he was going to say right after. "Well…what would you like me to do than." You stopped in shock from what he just said. No, he can't be serious. Was the leader of the Autobots really going to interface with you just to have you? "Wha-no. I won't do something that you are not comfortable with, I will not force you to interface with me just for my hand." Optimus loved your gentleness and care for him. It was making his love for you worse. "No no y/n, I would like to. I may have not done this type of thing since the war, but I still wouldn't mind such an event." Holy crap this can't be happening. I mean, you would like to have someone do this with you, but knowing that someone was going to be Optimus? Maybe giving him a chance wasn't such a bad idea? "Well, if you use your servos and please me to my liking. I would think about it."

Cut to you being gently placed against one of the rocky walls of the canyon. He first starts by petting your ears and face plating, which was very much appreciated. Your tail flicks around and goes in-between your legs. Optimus was very good at petting you, it made your purr loudly. He thought you were so cute when you were in this state, but he knew he couldn't continue this forever. His servos start to slide down and massages around your hips and lower stomach. "Mmmm, well aren't you a charmer." You tease him again with a little smirk. Optimus blushes again, but continues the massage down to your thighs. This made you pretty relaxed and you lean your head against the stone wall. Before he can put his servos on your panel, your tail moves to cover it. You never could control what that tail could do, it only acts base on your emotion. Were you embarrassed about doing this outside? Maybe you were just challenging him by seeing what Optimus would do. He looks to see if you are ok while he pushes aside your tiger tail away. He pops your panel off and sees your wet valve. The prime just stares at it for a while, realizing he is about to do something Megatron wishes he could do at this moment. His servo cups around your valve and rubs against your folds. Your back arches just a little as you sweetly moan out. Optimus was gentle yet firm with his movements, it was honestly such a better feeling then you expected. He puts one of his digits into your valve, which doesn't sound like much until you remember how big Optimus is. His digits were a pretty big size, so one finger made you feel better already. "Ah! Prime!" Optimus closes his eyes and puts another inside your walls, making you moan louder. He listened to the music he was hearing coming from your mouth as he fingers you. Pumping in and out of your valve, your ears flicked down and your tail wrap around his arm. Optimus couldn't ask for anything better to look at, you were so pretty while in such a vulnerable position. Your mind was clouded from the pleasure and only the pleasure that the Prime was giving to you. You felt like you were going to release, so you put yours hands over your mouth, but Optimus stops you by having his other servo grab yours, taking them away from your mouth. "Please Mmmm! Optimus!" He watch as you cum on his digits, dripping out of your valve and on the ground. He takes his fingers out of your valve and lick the juices in front of you off his servo. "Come back when you are done thinking about it."

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It has been a few days since this happened, and Megatron was told from Soundwave the report of him flying over the canyon. The Decepticon Leader was furious! How dare Optimus do it with you first! He hated that you now probably have Optimus' scent all over you, though this could be a good opportunity for him to also show you that he was better than Optimus in earning your hand as a conjunx. All the rules were was to finger you until you were pleased? He could do a lot with that.

Running around, digging your claws in the ground, you were back again at scouting around as you find The Decepticon ship in the sky. It seemed to be very low to the ground for some reason, which distracted you from sensing Megatron walking up to you from your left. "So, did you make a decision yet?" You turn to see him standing a few yards away from your body. You transform into you mech form and give him an eyebrow. "What ever do you mean my friend?" He use to love when you call him names, but calling him a friend made his anger a little worse. "Optimus has already put himself onto you, have you already chose him or did you come to my area to give me a chance?" He watches as your cheeks get a bit heated from what he said. You didn't want to admit, but interfacing with someone was the best thing you have ever felt in so long. You haven't said yes to Optimus yet…so maybe having another round would get your mind to make a decision. You walk over with narrow optics and start to circle Megs, your tail grazing his leg. "If I choose one of you, will you both be able to end this war?" Before Megs could reply you interrupted him with "even if I choose neither?" Oh did that get him a bit nervous, but he wouldn't show it. He was so stubborn on wanting you to love him, he didn't even think of you not picking either of them again and letting them starve again by not showing yourself again for years. You feel him grab your tail tightly, which made you hiss automatically from the physical movement. Megatron shows you an evil smirk, which made you silent. "That is a high possibility. So, up to give me a chance?" You think about it for a little; why not let him try? Your tail tightens around his wrist and you stick you glossa out at him. "If you got the skills, than go ahead."

You are now in the air against a tree in the forest area of Nevada. Megatron is holding you up with one servo grabbing your two wrists above your head, while he starts to lick your neck. Not going to lie, you were a bit nervous with how close his teeth were to you, but you knew he would never hurt you…badly. Megatron saw you as a gem. Something to protect yet want for him to have for the rest of his life. He wanted to keep you in his thrown room, imagining how you would just be in beast form and lay next to his feet. He will never admit how much he adores you in a romantic way, wanting to wake up to you clinging onto his arm with your tail wrapped around his leg. He wanted you to be able to freely do whatever you like and if you wanted anything, he would give it to you in seconds. Going back to the sex, he takes his free servo and goes in-between your legs, but not to grab your panel, but your aft. He starts to rub the area and feels your tail start to wrap around his wrist. Your panel pops by itself and he stopped moving. He didn't realize how beautiful you looked down there, being able to now stare at your valve made him even more motivated to get you for himself. He starts to push two digits inside you, trying not to cut you with his sharp claws. You moan out, missing the lovely feeling again. He goes as deep as he could before you feel a third digit pushing inside you, spreading your walls a bit. "Megs! O-oh Primus!" You struggle a little from his tight grip, your back arching while he pumps his three digits inside of you. He was a lot more rough than Optimus, though that didn't ruin anything. You loved how Megs just used you like you were nothing, biting your chest and licking your wounds while he feels your body trying to escape his arms.

You cum for the second time, your legs shaking a bit from not having enough energy inside you to stand. Megatron slowly sits you down on the ground, letting you make a small puddle while he catches his breath. He wasn't that tired, it was just the fact that he was being a bit too rough with his servo which got it to feel a bit sore. He was blinded with so much anger and lust, he finally thought for a moment if he hurt you at all. Megatron never felt guilty for doing violent things, but to you? He would never want to hurt your beautiful frame. He observe your weak form and finds a bunch of bite marks all over your upper torso and shoulders. He was going to say something, but you beat him to it. "W-well, that was quite lovely. I'll take my time to think about it, you were a bit interesting~" What you weren't telling him though, was that you are going to try to find a way to pick both.

[heretical-cogitations]

Cogi never apologize for rambling when 90% of my asks are one fat run on sentence!!!!! LUVVVV YEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!

-giggle anon

hehehe giggle you're making me blush again.

Here is a little soft dom!Titus, soft Dometrian Titus (if you will) as a thank you hope you like, might be a bit messy though.

Demetrian Titus x afab!reader

word count: ~740

Warnings: overstimulation, piv sex, squirting, a lil bit of cockwarming, lil bit of manhandling.

Please let me know if I missed anything!

The sounds the two of you made were obscene, overstimulated mewls forced out of you with each strong thrust of his hips. Large hands groping at your thighs as he pushed your knees closer to your ears.

How long had you been here trapped under him? You couldn’t feel your legs or ass at this point. He doesn’t seem to be slowing down though, each thrust consistently toe curling, mind set on making you squirt. He had been a bit too eager to make it happen since he found out it was possible.

“T Titus! No mmore!” You cry out hands weakly trying to push him away, it only seems to make him double his efforts, your nails dig into the meat of his biceps.

It’s all too much, your head feels fuzzy.

His mouth moves to nibble and tease your ear lobe, hot breath fanning across your skin making you shiver. “You’re doing such a good job, such a good little serf taking me all the way, know you can squirt for me.” One of his hands let go of your leg, sending it crashing against his broad shoulder, fingers trailing down your torso to tap and press your tummy feeling himself fucking into you, growling at the way your overstimulated hole quivers around him. 

Your free leg pounding against his back, digging in your heel. Your nails biting at his skin as they rake down his arms, it’s too much you can feel your mind slipping away, you can’t take much more.

He stills inside you, engorged cock twitching against your walls. His eyes flick up catching your gaze.

“Need a little break, have I pushed you too far?” he says softly hand caressing your side, you nod still gulping what little air you could in this small reprieve.

His arms carefully wrap around you sitting you up with him against the pillows of his bed. “There we go, feel comfier?”

“Y – yeah.” He kisses your temples “Good. We need to figure out a better way for you to tell me. Thought you were just acting out again.” The deep timbre of his chuckle vibrating through you, you nudge his jaw with your nose, leaning down he presses a soft kiss to your lips, then another and another before pulling away, you stay curled up against his chest for a little while, occasionally staring up at him.

He looks ethereal, light smile gracing his features contrasting the deep swirling dark of his lust blown pupils. He shifts you back slightly, seeing the slight bulge of your stomach, “feels like you were made for me, such a perfect little serf.” His fingers graze over the bump again. “Such a perfect little cunt.” You whimper, clenching against him. “Going to treat you so well.” His lips working their way down your jaw and neck.

He gasps out your name as you wriggle against him, his hands stop you, angling his hips, length slipping even deeper somehow, a squeal ripped from you.

Your hands finding purchase on his broad chest. He thrusts up into you, pace slow and impossibly deep.

“Doing such a good job, making me feel so good, little one.” He coos against your hair.

You moan his name over and over, hips rolling in time with his as he picks up the speed.

His own moans mingling with yours, pitching up the closer you both get. “You can do it, give me one more. I know you can, you’re so good, ngh, so good.” His deep voice strained, failing to feign composure. Hips stuttering more and more often.

“T-Titus, please, please, so close.” Your moans sound so beautiful to him. A large palm presses against your tummy, feeling the space, he carved inside you for himself. It felt different, heavy pressure squeezing your walls tighter against his length, hitting every spot perfectly, your legs start twitching. The series of moans you let as you climax is debauched.

“Cumming!” you hear a wet splash as your body spasms violently, legs moving uncontrollably, cunt like a vice on his cock, in one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had yet. “That’s it, let go, you’ve done so well.” He manages through moans, hips slamming against your wet thighs before he stills, hands holding you against him as he releases his thick, hot cum deep inside you, head knocking back against the pillows.

“You’ve made quite the mess haven't you?”

[p1nklilies]

·:*¨༺ 🥀 ༻¨*:· A Bargain

Tags! Love and Deepspace Sylus x Reader angst

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How many years has it been since he last held the you he knew in his hands? Too many to count that’s for sure. Sylus was a man who always moved, never staying in one place for too long. And yet, there was one thing in his many lives that he didn’t want to change- you.

The crisp night air of the N109 Zone only added to the danger that lurked around every corner. It was the kind of danger that Sylus had grown accustomed, living with it through every lifetime.

Classical symphonies and music hummed through the exquisite halls of the banquet, an eerie contrast to the usually grim atmosphere of the N109 Zone. It was an auction hosted after the death of an old man, something that wasn’t uncommon and something that always drew Sylus to, wanting to add to the collection of antiques and artifacts that were littered around his home. Criminals adjourned with silk and tailored accessories parading around stolen treasures like it was a prized possession filled the banquet halls as Sylus roamed around.

“Mr. Sylus, which item do you have your eyes sent on?” Chirped one of the men in his circle, chuckling as he sipped on his champagne

Sylus’ lazy smile never faltered as he turned his head towards the items that were on display in glass cases. “They all have a… charm to them. That old man was an avid collector, like myself” Sylus mused, thinking back on the past and the old man who he used to bargain with until his untimely death.

Like a cold knife ripping through silk as precious as the material you were wearing, Sylus’ eyes locked onto your figure. Even with a new face, a new life, and a new smile. Sylus knew it was you. Your kindred souls were tied together after all.

His eyes were glued to your wispy movements as you moved about just as elegantly as the night air. “Mr. Sylus?” Another man called out, “Has someone caught your eye?” He chuckled and swirled the drink in his glass cup.

“Just an old friend,” Sylus turned to face the circle, smirking lazily like he knew more than he let on. “One from years ago, nothing worth mentioning”

And just like that, the night resumed. Soft melodies whispered through the halls of the building and even seeped through the gilded doors towards the stone balcony. A silent sigh left your lips as you hung your head, leaning forward against the railing while the distant city lights of Linkon twinkled like fallen stars.

You would have been a fool to not have noticed the sudden shift in the air, “Is lurking in the shadows your way of introducing yourself?” You slowly straightened your back and glanced over your shoulder, a small smile creased on your face.

“Only when they have something I want” Sylus stepped forward, standing next to you with his hands in his pockets, head tilted up towards the stars.

One look in your eyes and anyone could tell you were interested, “Something you want? What is it that I have?” A small chuckle echoed from your throat as you looked over at him, leaning against the railing once more.

A knowing smirk stretched on Sylus’ lips, “The golden feather antique, the one you won at the auction” He crossed his arms and looked at you with a certain softness, one that only lovers look at one another with. But you were too amused to notice.

Laughter resounded from you as you turned your head away, finding it funny that you were cautious about such a man. “The feather, huh?” You sighed, lighthearted and clearly amused. “Why should I let you have it? I was the one who won it”

“We’re in the N109 Zone, are we not?” Sylus’ tone was steady and measured as he peered down at you. “A place like this is where whispered deals carry more weight than any spoken agreement”

Your eyes felt like a sword striking through his chest, the connection of the two made his stomach churn. Even with just your eyes, they reminded him of so much even if you weren’t the same.

“…Fine” You breathed and tilted your head, “I’ll give you the feather. In exchange, you tell me what you know.” There it was. That desire in your eyes that Sylus knew all too well.

“Tell you what I know?”

“You seem like you know me”

Sylus’ brow raised upwards at your statement. Was fate playing a cruel game? Or did you finally remember him? The answer didn’t matter. His decision would stay the same.

“You remind me of an old friend. Someone who I lost to the effects of time” Sylus breathed out, turning his attention to Linkon. “Does that answer satisfy your curiosity?” He spared you a fleeting glance.

Your body moved slowly as you turned to him and tilted your head, “…You know more than your letting on. Your eyes give you away…”

There was that desire from you that he knew all too well. The kind that drew him to you to begin with. But this time… this time he wasn’t going to fall for it.

“Some things are better left unsaid” Sylus closed his eyes, an air of melancholy lingering in his words that for some reason, stirred in your heart.

Silence engulfed you two until the rustling of your hand in your coat brought his attention to you, “Take it, then. Even if it wasn’t the answer I was hoping to get, you still told me something” You spoke calmly as the golden feather shined from the moonlight that casted down the two of you.

Slowly, Sylus reached for the feather that sat in your palm before taking it. He examined the delicate artifact before turning to leave. There was no parting smirk, nor lingering glance. Just a dead silence until your voice made him stop mid-step, “That’s it?” You tilted your head as he kept his back towards you.

“You don’t remember me,” His voice rung out, soft and tinged with something you couldn’t quite grasp, “But it’s for the best”

A beat passed. Hesitation in his body language.

“Let’s leave it that way, this time”

And then he was gone. Leaving you out on the balcony with only more questions that you knew he wouldn’t answer. The night breeze swept through and rustled your clothing, making you now only realize how cold it was without him there.

Sylus wouldn’t turn back, however. He couldn’t.

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(A/n: GAHHH I don’t even know what I was on when I wrote this. This one doesn’t have the same OOMF as Raf’s BUT Sylus’ is willing to do whatever it is in his power to protect mc. Even if that means choosing to leave them so they won’t meet tragic endings.)

[nagujake]

୨⎯Take the Backseat⎯୧

pairing: bf!jake x fem!reader

synopsis: A storm hits while traveling, which makes it impossible to drive, you and Jake beat your boredom in the backseat of the car.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cursing, kissing, unprotected sex, pwop

(NOT PROOF READ)

As the rain slammed against the windshield of the car, you turned to look at Jake in the driver seat. "It's coming down pretty hard now" He just nodded in response, trying to pay attention to the road that was hardly visible through all the rain.

"Babe, maybe you should pull over? It's getting really bad" he stayed silent for a couple seconds before finally responding "I'm going to, there's a gas station just a couple miles up ahead". You nodded and slid a hand over to lay on the top of his thigh. The storm was making you nervous, so you figured he probably felt the same, especially since he's the one driving.

You watched attentively as Jake continued to drive through the storm, squeezing his thigh here and there just so he knew you were there. He began to slow down, pulling into a small gas station parking lot. There were a couple other cars parked there, also most likely seeking refuge from the storm.

He pulled over into the corner of the lot, putting the car in park then shutting it off with a smile. "I guess we can get comfy now, we'll probably be here awhile" You turned your body to face him with a smile and laid your head on the headrest next to you. "Hopefully not too long, I'm ready to get home". He reached down to the side of his seat and pushed it back, then finally turned to look at you as well. "I know, me too" He gave you a small smile before pulling out his phone and beginning to scroll on social media. You watched him for a few seconds before doing the same, and scrolling on TikTok.

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It felt like you guys had been in the car for forever, when really only 30 minutes had passed. Both of your attentions were pulled from your phones every now and then when the wind would blow really hard or the rain would slam down on the car even harder. You hated storms and being in the car made your heart race even more since you were confined to such a small area.

Jake noticed your panicked state and brought his hand over to yours, intertwining your fingers with his. "Are you doing okay?" You gave him a small nod before a loud crack could be heard outside and all the light posts in the parking lot flickered then completely went out, leaving nothing but darkness in the car and outside. You squeezed his hand a little harder and looked at him with wide eyes. "What would make you feel better right now? What can I do? We can go lay in the back if you want, might not be the most comfortable but at least we'll be cuddling?" You quickly nodded before undoing your seatbelt and crawling in the back, him following quickly behind you.

"Can you turn the car on quick? I'd feel better if this light was on" he simply nodded before reaching forward and turning the car on, and clicking the light for you. It was dim but illuminated the car, enough for you two to be able to see each other. He smiled widely at you before swiftly grabbing you and pulling you into his chest.

As you both laid there, the storm only intensifying, you began to calm down but your boredom was rising. You didn't want to just lay in silence anymore and you did not want to doom scroll on your phone either. You looked up at Jake, who was still scrolling on his phone. Sitting in the quiet of the car had your mind racing "babe, I'm starting to get bored" He immediately clicked his phone off and looked at you with a bright smile. "What do you wanna do then, pretty girl? There's not much for us to do" You shot him a mischievous grin then bit your lip slightly, he knew exactly why you were biting your lip and his face started to change into a light red color. You and Jake weren't very experimental during sex, and that made you want to try it more.

You both just stared at each other, you guys had never done anything like this and weren't sure where to start. A loud boom of the thunder outside was like a green light you both needed to finally start attacking each other. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his in a swift motion. He began to frantically unbutton your jacket, exposing nothing but your lacy, black bra underneath. "Dear god, you didn't put a shirt on under this?" He asked quickly then reached to palm himself in his jeans.

You decided to help him the rest of the way and slide your leggings down, exposing your black underwear that match the bra. He took a deep breath after seeing them and began to unbuckle his belt, then pulling his pants and boxers down, his cock already hard with pre cum glistening his tip.

He inched closer to you, his hands trailing to your back and his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. With one small movement, you felt your bra loosen and he brought his hands back around over your shoulders and he slid your bra straps down your arms to expose your breasts. He immediately cupped them in his hands and pushed you down against the seat, still claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. He began to squeeze your breast with one hand and pinch at your nipple with the other, causing soft moans to leave your lips. Your sounds made Jake go nuts, his cock twitching against your thigh, causing shivers to run straight to your core.

His fingers continued to pinch at one of your nipples, and his other hand landing on your cunt, and massaging your clit over your panties "baby, you're so wet for me already" you let out another whine into his mouth, prompting him to slide your panties down your legs and then threw them onto the floor.

You sat up quickly, putting your hand to his chest and guiding him down onto the seats "let me ride you baby". He happily obliged and let you take control, straddling him while pulling his shirt off. You leaned in again, pressing your lips against his. He reached out, his hands exploring your body, his touch gentle yet insistent. Taking his cock in your hand, you stroked him a few times before lining him up with your entrance, then slowly lowering yourself down, both of you letting out little moans.

You began to bounce on top of him, his hands on your waist, guiding you up and down. A sharp "oh fuck" left his lips as you continued to take control. His eyes darted between your breasts bouncing wildly, down to the view of his cock being engulfed by your pussy. As he watched he let out a few groans, and his hands moved up to your breasts.

Your hands gripped onto his chest, to make your bounces continue at a quick speed. Your moans filled the air along with the sound of your sweaty bodies slapping together. As your up and down movements continued, you began to get tired, your bounces barely lifting off of Jake. He immediately noticed your tiredness and pulled you down into him, thrusting quickly to make up for the loss of movement. Both of your moans grew louder, as he completely bottomed out inside of you over and over again at such a quick pace, you were sure to lose your cool any second now.

Your hands fell to the sides of his face and your grip tightened as you could feel the pit in your stomach growing, inching you closer to your climax.  "oh fuck.. I'm gonna-" Jake's moans turned higher pitched, almost whiny as he tried to speak "baby-" but before you could even process his words, you completely let go, your orgasm taking over as you let out a string of moans and airy breaths. Your orgasm only fueled Jake's to approach even faster and after one more hard thrust, he paused, his cum painting the inside of you like an art piece.

You pushed off of him and smiled, breathing heavily as you looked at his figure, only being lit up by the small light above you on the ceiling. He always looked good to you but in this moment, he looked even better. The dim light, making him shine from the sweat he had dripping down his chest and neck.

You slowly lifted yourself off of him, making his cum drip out of you and onto him and the back seat. You grabbed an extra hoodie that was laying on the floor and began to wipe up the mess, giggling. "We completely fogged up the windows" You looked up and over to him as he was drawing little pictures in the condensation, reaching over and drawing a little heart next to his random doodles. "Get dressed baby, let's go home so we can shower and get to bed" He nodded to your words and gave you a soft peck on the cheek before reaching for both of your clothes.

[ghost-doodles]

arcane!! on ice (characters)

if you have follow me then you know abt the au ive been writing so im also going to continue with some character ideas

also ive started working on some art for this damned au so I figure id start posting my thoughts with it

VIKTOR lastname (taking the place of victor in the au)

There are 2-2.5 years age difference between Viktor and Jayce 

Viktor has been one of the top figure skaters in the world and is Russias star

Is able to do 4 out of the 6th quads consistently (flip, lutz, toe loop, and salchow), however, until his injury he was working on obtaining the quad axel

has landed hus quad loop before but its not consitent enought that he doesnt usually put it in to his program 

He is well known for his quad lutz with difficult entry 

Along with his quad lutz is well known for scoring high in technical points and skating skills in PCS 

While not the best is considerably more flexible than the average male figure skater and tends to pull of moves not commonly seen in males figure skating

While his flexibility is hindered due to his conditions its more of the after affects which shows up rather than a lack of flexibility ability as a whole 

Came from a rough town and his talent was accidentally discovered by a smaller yet competitive coach (Singed)

Viktor has a malformed tendon in his leg which, while not impairing his skating greatly does tend to act up and often after a long comp requires him to take a few days off to rest (Tendonopathy) along with Femur Anteversion (more significant in his right leg)

Although it has corrected itself significantly (~90%) since his childhood at times he is a bit pigeon toed while walking and his knees are more susceptible to injuries 

Also has some chronic lower back pain which occasionally works up during competition

Has been battling asthma since he was little 

This man pretty much looked at what God gave him and said fuck you I’m going to do what I want to do

He has been at the top of the game since his senior debut when he was 15-16 and immediately took gold at the Russian nationals and bronze at the European championship 

took his first gold at the GPF when he was 18 and has essentially been winning since (or at least getting on the podium)

When he was younger and was better at staying out the the limelight, but was known to be highly ambitious and innovative with choreography but not much else given his want to remains introverted

At times not completely listening to his coach and straight up vanishing after a competition 

But as he started winning more of his personality was show with more interviews and seems to be fairly cold and not always the best socially (hes a little sassy) but despite this he is still known to be very kind and is generally well liked among skaters

can be a bit egotistical at times but its rare

The biggest thing with Viktor is actually a bit of an open secret

There are rumors that his training and how he chooses to take care of himself is rough at best if not abusive at worst and it seems that his coach only encourages it 

No one has gotten a straight story from either of them and he has never been caught doping or doing anything illegal either but a few of his rink mates have made concerning comments about some of the stuff Viktor is known to do 

But again nothing is concrete so there isn’t much people can do and once he became an adult people started caring a bit less

Owns a disabled cat that was gifted to him by singed when he was young 

Names it Rio 

for the actual plot links below and again im not a figure skater so forgive if I messed something up

Arcane!! on ice AU: p.t 1