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BEN 🫶🏻 what's your favorite part of nature :)

waah what a good and also difficult question 😭 I feel like my relationship to nature is so intrinsically tied to my relationship with people and every answer I came up with just involved interacting with others 😭 so I think probably... it's incredible ability to bring people together. to learn, to enjoy, to fight for, to be part of. I always enjoy wildlife most when I can share it with other people in some way, when I can fawn over a slug with my best friend or point out a deer to a stranger or teach my students about ecosystems or learn something new from someone else!

speaking of sharing nature lmao here's a deer and a snake that I saw last week :^)

[swearimnevergivingup]

so uh i'm thinking about ex-boyfriend!nanami. you broke up with him 3 years ago but he's never been able to move on. he's tried everything. everything under the sun, and none of it has ever worked.

he isn't even sure if forgetting you is what he wants. he thinks he wants to let you live in the spot carved out for you in his heart, whether that hurts him or not.

and when you run into him in the lobby of your apartment building? one thing leads to another and you find yourself splayed out on the couch obscenely, the oversized shirt you were wearing hiked up to your waist as you slowly part your legs for him.

the world blurs around you.

all you can think about is this very moment.

the significance of what you’re doing is entirely palpable to you. you’re inviting him in, not just to your house, but into your heart again. 

breathing heavily, your eyes follow his every movement in anticipation as his fingers dance across your inner thighs.

his hands slip underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers sliding in between your slick folds. you tense a little at the sensation as he parts them, the rough pads of his fingers prodding the sensitive bud of nerves that makes you shiver and whine.

“god,” he groans. “i’ve fucking missed this pussy.”

you let out a little laugh at the foul language that slips from his tongue. it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice, and even longer since you’ve felt his touch.

“missed your cock too, kento,” you murmur, eager to show that you’ve been equally longing for him, if not more. you want to hear more of him, so you reach your hand out to palm at his erection. he’s rock hard, and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from the precum.

“fuck,” he mutters, tilting his head back. “it’s been a while.”

you giggle at that, a little woozy from the wine. “it’s been a while for me too.”

“n-no, you don’t understand,” his grip on your hips tightens as he struggles to maintain his composure. “you were the last.”

oh.

your eyes widen at that revelation, stopping your movements to fully look at him. “w-why haven’t you—”

for the second time tonight, you find yourself in complete disbelief. you were the last person he slept with? that had been more than 2 years ago - way more than enough time for things to change, for someone else to come along.

but then again, nanami’s always been a serious man, and by extension, that applied to his love life too. never one to seek out casual hookups, that man dated to marry. 

“i didn’t want anyone else. only you,” he murmurs. “that hasn’t changed.”

your heart is not the only thing that clenches at the raw sincerity in his voice. 

“say it again,” you whisper. “i want— i want to hear you say it again.”

“i only want you.” nanami must have realised how much you needed to hear that, the same way he had needed your confirmation earlier, because his voice is more resolute this time. “and this—” his hand moves to cup yours, guiding your movements as he slowly drags your hand over his cock. “s’all for you, sweetheart.”

one hand reaches for the back of your neck, holding you tenderly as he peppers kisses on your lips and all over your neck.

the other hand, though, moves deviously between your thighs, a singular digit plunging into your soaked cunt. 

nanami relishes the way you gasp into his mouth, back arching off the couch as all sorts of pretty sounds drip from your flushed lips.

i love you.

i still love you, after all this time.

he doesn’t say it out loud - no, it isn’t the right time. 

but he repeats it loudly enough inside his head, hoping that somehow, you might hear it too. 

a/n: this is part of my upcoming work: i never moved from where you left me (nsfw)

there are apologies to be made, lost time to reclaim, and parts of each other waiting to be rediscovered. and yet, you know him like an old song. you know the words, carved into the lining of your skin, you know its melody, a soft hum that echoes in the chambers of your heart. nanami kento is that lingering rhythm, that pained harmony, existing deep within the cracks of memory and longing - an unfading symphony in your soul.

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teehee my family booked on to this guided walking festival and now Im the only one who can make it so Im gna be walking alone in a group

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enemies to lovers w/ spencer reid plzz 💗

.⋆｡Whispers in the Dark｡⋆.

Spencer Reid x plus size reader

You and Spencer have been at each other’s throats for months and the team is sick of it. So while on a case in a conveniently tiny town, they do something to fix it

Warnings: usual cm warnings (kidnapping, murder, serial killer), enemies to lovers, one bed trope (i’m not sorry), confessions, little bit of partial nudity, Spencer and reader are horny for each other and neither know how to deal with it, implied smut WC: 2.4k

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If there was one thing that was a guarantee in this life, it was the DOCTOR (as he always liked to remind you) Spencer Reid would not keep his fucking mouth shut. You used to think it was endearing the way he so passionately spoke about anything and everything but after the 30th time he interrupted you (in front of every mind you), it got annoying real fast. And somehow, it was even worse today.

A series of kidnappings occurring in a small town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere that exactly replicated the town’s urban legend about a vengeful spirit killing those who tried to leave without offering sacrifice. Given your extensive knowledge on the development of folklore specifically tied to serial killers, it was an unspoken agreement that you would be taking the lead on the case.

But Reid had a very different idea.

“This is obviously someone using the story to get rid of people they have a vendetta against.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the young doctor. His lean body blocked the column of victim photos as he pointed to the map of the town beside it. He had drawn over several places with a red marker and although the abduction sites did fall into his contracted triangle of a comfort zone, something in your gut told you it was more than that.

“Look, I’m going to keep saying it. This goes way deeper. This has been happening for generations. 2002, 1985, 1968, hell even all the way back to the fucking 1820s! It’s either all 17 year olds getting killed or 17 people killed total each year it occurs, with it switching each time.” Spencer made a sound that was almost a scoff but with Hotch’s steely gaze fixed on the both of you, he covered it up by clearing his throat.

“Mark Adin was 18.”

“He turned 18 the day he died, Reid! And if you looked at his birth certificate, you’d see that his time of death was an hour before he would actually turn 18.”

“If you would just-“

“Alright!” Derek placed a firm hand onto Spencer’s shoulder, making him stumble slightly. “We get it, you’re both freakishly smart but I think it’s late and we all need some sleep.” He shot you a look as you crossed your arms over your chest, red hot anger and frustration still bubbling up inside you.

It always ended like that, one of the other members of your team stepped in before insults could be hurled (it’s happened once or twice before) and suggested a break while you and Spencer continued to glare at each other. He continuously undermined your theories and in return, you questioned his intelligence. 

“I’m sure Y/L/N will realise how ridiculous she’s being after some undeserved rest. I mean, when is she ever right.” Your stomach dropped and Derek’s smile dimmed for a second before he wound an arm around the young doctor’s shoulders and guided him out of the conference room the team had commandeered far quicker than he normally did.

You opened your mouth to shout something back at him but Emily grabbed your forearm before you could. “It’s not worth it.” You met her gaze and quickly deflated.

“Yeah okay.” She gave you a soft smile as you both left the room together, missing the weighty glance Hotch and Rossi shared.

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“I can’t believe that you and JJ are doing this to me,” you whined, hiking up the strap of your go-bag higher on your shoulder, “you promised last time that we had to share rooms that it would be you and me. I don’t want to get stuck with Hotch again, he snores like a fucking freight train.” Emily poked your ribs as she passed by, shooting you a mischievous grin.

“You were too busy flirting with Reid to notice us making sleeping arrangements.” You huffed and followed her out of the elevator.

“I wasn’t FlIrTinG with him and by the way, that’s disgusting you even thought of that.” The hallway was dead silent save for the faint buzz of the ice machine at the very end.

“Yeah, that’s definitely why you totally weren’t checking out his ass while he was setting up the white board.”

“Emily!” You hissed but she only laughed in response. 

“Come on, it’s so obvious that you like him! This childish rivalry you have is just sexual tension so for all of our sakes can you please just fuck him already so we can actually do our jobs.” 

“Alright maybe I would like him if he wasn’t such an ass to me all the time.” You conceded, earning you a sly grin from your friend as you both came to a stop outside your hotel room door. “But! He constantly undermines me and makes me feel like shit so it’s never gonna happen.”

Emily stood by her own door, her key-card already in hand. “And you love to rile him up. So, never say never.” And with that, she slipped into her room, shutting the door before you could retort.

You rolled your eyes as you unlocked your own door and stepped in. The shower was already running but what mainly concerned you was the lack of a second bed. You sighed heavily, dropping your bag on the empty side away from the door.  You were too exhausted and frustrated to even be mad about having to share both a room and a bed with your boss. Too exhausted in fact to notice the sweater on the chair in the corner couldn’t have possibly belonged to the older man.

Quickly, you stripped down to your underwear and slipped on your sleep clothes, figuring you could wake up early and shower before heading back to the police station. You sighed as you crawled beneath the sheets, the worn mattress immediately cradling your soft body.

Your eyelids had just begun to flutter shut when the water turned off. You turned onto your other side in anticipation of the bright light from the bathroom fully waking you up but what you didn’t expect was the accompaniment of the one voice you hadn’t wanted to hear until you had at least 6 hours of sleep and a massive coffee.

“What the hell?” 

“Fuck me.” You sat up and took in the sight of a very damp Spencer Reid wearing only a towel around his waist. You refused to look down at his naked torso (no matter how badly you wanted to). 

“You’re not Morgan.” He retorted.

“And here I was thinking you were a genius. Do you usually walk around half-naked with Derek?” He didn’t dignify you with a response this time, only grabbing his bag and retreating to the bathroom once more. As soon as the door shut, you launched yourself at your phone.

<I’m going to fucking kill you

>We’ve all packed noise cancelling headphones so don’t hold back ;)

>BTW before you even ask, there’s no more rooms available. Small towns are just great aren’t they

<I’ll get you back for this

>Sweet dreams

You could scream as you shut off your phone, Emily’s texts disappearing, leaving you staring at your reflection on the black screen. You should’ve known something was up when Hotch insisted that everyone take separate SUVs to the hotel under the guise of everyone splitting up first thing in the morning. The man was a fucking menace. 

The mattress groaned as you laid back down, far closer to the edge this time. If Spencer took your hint and just left you alone for the rest of the night, you would consider it an overwhelming success. This time when the door opened, the light was already off, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

The bed dipped and your body tensed for a moment. You waited for him to speak, but when he didn’t, you finally relaxed. In the silence and darkness of the room, you could pretend that you were anywhere else.

“Will you stop hogging the blankets?” You knew this peace couldn’t have possibly lasted.

“If you had turned on the heater I wouldn’t have to.” You grumbled but still released your hold on the covers just enough for him to take some more of it.

“Not my fault you’re always freezing for no reason.” The blanket lifted from your leg as Spencer fully wrapped himself up. You sighed but decided not to pick a fight, Emily’s words still circling your mind. Instead you wrapped your arms around your stomach as you drew your legs up, curling around yourself. You just wanted to sleep.

“What, no witty comeback?” You sighed heavily and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I get that I don’t ‘deserve to rest’ but I’m exhausted Spencer. Neither of us want to be here so can we just try to get some sleep and leave each other alone.” Thankfully, he stayed silent, for a moment at least.

“You called me Spencer.”

“Oh my god, can you please just let me sleep? Yes I called you Spencer, it’s your name isn’t it?” You snapped although you knew what he meant. You had never even referred to him by his first name in the almost 18 months since you had been on the team, just the same as he did with you. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Fine.” You pressed your face into the thin pillow beneath your head, determined to finally fall asleep.

“No, Y/N I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t have said to you.” The bedsprings screamed in the quiet of the room and suddenly you could feel the gentle brush of Spencer’s breath along the back of your neck. You suppressed a shiver as best you could. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Why are you bringing this up now? Are you trying to get laid or something?” Your tone held no bite but you could still feel the way he flinched. A sour taste bloomed in your mouth. “Sorry. For what it’s worth, I’ve been an asshole to you too.”

Tentatively, you rolled onto your back, your shoulder now brushing his. Soft light bled into the room from the light in the hallway, dimly letting you see his silhouette. Already, Spencer’s hair was a mess, different strands sticking up or to his face. His right hand rested on his chest while the left was by his side, barely a fraction of an inch from touching your own. He turned his head, making eye-contact with you for probably the first time since you had known him.

“Why— What did I do to make you hate me so much?” You muttered, suddenly unable to speak any louder than a whisper. You watched his chest hitch and then deflate.

“You didn’t do anything. I guess— it was easier to hate you than admit the truth.” The warmth of his skin made you breathe a sigh of relief as he pressed his hand to yours.

“And what is the truth Spencer?” Even in the limited light, you could see the way his eyes dropped to your lips. His lithe fingers curled around your wrist and gently lifted your hands so that it rested between your heads. 

“That when I’m around you, I can’t concentrate on anything besides how beautiful you are, how intelligent, how capable. You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since the moment we met and it’s angered me.” You didn’t realise how close you were to him until the tip of his nose bumped against yours. You sucked in a breath but it did nothing to ease the floating feeling in your stomach.

“Why’s that?” You were both now on your sides in the middle of the bed, on the edge of something more, if only one of you would fall first.

“Because I knew that the second I accepted it, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling for you, even if you would never feel the same.” 

You smirked. “And here I was thinking you were the smartest man alive, Dr Reid.” He pressed his lips to your knuckles with a smile and before you could tell him that he was wrong and quite frankly dumb for not seeing through you (like everyone else on the team did), his hand was on your jaw and his lips on yours.

You moaned into his mouth when he leaned onto you. You grabbed at his back under his shirt, your nails digging into the surprisingly well-defined muscles along his spine. Spencer’s head tilted, encouraging the kiss to become more passionate as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You tangled your fingers in his messy hair, tugging at it slightly as your mind began to go fuzzy with the lack of oxygen. 

Spencer smiled against your lips, placing two or three more soft kisses against them before rolling onto his back once more, leaving you breathless beside him. You followed him down, putting your head on his pillow. You stole another peck from him as he clutched at your wide hips.

“I can’t believe how long it’s taken us to finally talk this out. We were both being really stupid.” You giggled against his now swollen lips.

“Yeah we have.” Something tugged at your mind, breaking you away from the warm bubble of affection you were lost in.

You shot up. “What, what is it? Did I do something wrong?” Spencer practically pleaded, his hand tightly gripping at your thigh.

“You’re right, we were both being stupid! We’re both correct. What if it’s not just one unsub, but a whole family of them? 17 years between killings, Spencer!” Now it was his turn to sit up, his brown eyes wide with realisation.

“It’s a coming of age ritual. The unsub is killing people they know but under the guidance of the person that did it before them.”

“So the place where they’re keeping the victims before they kill them should be in the comfort zone and it should line up with all the past ones!” He beamed at you. “But maybe we should wait till morning to tell the others, they do need their beauty sleep.”

“And we don’t?” His hand moved higher, slipping beneath your sleep shorts, making you shudder.

“Definitely not.” You swung your leg over his hips and sat on his thighs, kissing him once more.

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Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.3 (Uncle!Sukuna x Teacher!Auntie!Reader)

Alright yall pt.3 also the FINALEEEE lmao I hope you guys enjoyed this lmao and uhhh thank you for the love n support!

This part is a bit longer than the other ones so I hope yall enjoy ll I got a lil crazy wit this. Just for reference this part is NSFW so uhh minors get tf gone lmao.

Warninga: Obviously nsfw, fingering, p in v, slight choking/biting? Very faint, mild overstim, bathroom sex lol, saliva as lube?, try to be quiet trope?

ENJOY!~

Part 2 here

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He's got his hands busy with the flesh of your thighs, kneading them as your mouths work against one another in unison. He groans the feeling of you seated against his clothed length enough to drive him crazy. Sukuna'd be lying if he said he didn't love how you'd whine at his slight upward thrust, your thighs clenching a bit.

The true task at hand here was to not wake Yuji who was sleeping rather soundly in his room. However, that was becoming increasingly difficult. Sukuna insists on lifting you up a bit just so he can roll his hips into yours, desperate enough to have you both basically dry-humping on the couch.

Your nightshirt keeps slipping down your shoulder so he takes it as a sign to press kisses there, your head lolling back and he skilfully captures the back of your head, his canines scraping against your pulse, his breath hot against the flesh there.

"W-Wait shouldn't we-" You begin, feeling a bit guilty about being intimate on someone else's furniture.

"Nuh-uh, you tryna find excuses now ain't you? Don't wanna mess up my brother's nice couch?" He grins, successfully forcing your eye contact.

"I just don't wanna be rude." You admit, whimpering again when he grinds up into you, vocalizing a groan in response himself.

"That's fine. I got a better idea." He admits, not only standing but easily hoisting you up long with him, his bulge pressed deliciously against your clothed cunt.

"What? Where?" You're clinging to him, your ankles wrapped around his waist as he keeps a firm grip on your backside.

You're traveling a bit down the hall now and he takes a swift turn to the bathroom you'd used earlier.

"I know it's not ideal, and if I had it my way I'd take you to my place right the fuck now." He explains, setting you against the countertop before hiking up your shirt.

"But I know you don't care." He huffs, lifting your boobs with each of his hands, squishing and teasing them, his mouth already latched to one as he covered the space in large, deep-colored bruises.

"I know you don't care that much about being rude as to keep from having his pussy fucked either." He growls, using his free hand to cup it, this thumb touching just over where your clit should be, only held back by your pajama pants and the sheer fabric of your panties.

"F-Fuck. Okay, okay, you're right." You whine, twitching when he applies more pressure.

"Atta girl." He grunts, pulling your pants down along with his, a hiss leaving his mouth when you trace your hand down his chest.

He takes your wrist, guiding it further, your body practically vibrating when he let's you touch it over the fabric of his boxers.

"Uh huh, you feel that?" He moans, Your manicured nails raking over his shaft, the feeling of it twitching in your hand making you gasp.

He cant help but give a quiet, 'fuck' as if rests in your hand.

" I-Its big. I don't know how I'm... Jesus." You whisper, swallowing in anticipation.

"Imma make sure you can handle it mamas, promise." He encourages, letting you dip below the waistband and actually feel it. He whines, bucking into your hands warmth at the feeling.

Fuck it's thick... You can feel a couple of the veins that run along the sides and soon you're able to pull it out of his boxers, truly getting a chance to admire it. God damn it, it's pretty too?! It was easily 7 inches, a nice curve upward with a slightly pink hue at the tip. And apparently, his hair color was natural cause the curtains matched the drapes.

"You gonna stop staring at it and- Oh fuck." He growls, his head lolling back when you start moving up and down, squeezing just enough at the tip to make him thrust into your touch.

"And what? C'mon Ryo, what happened to all that shit you were taking a second ago?" Your voice, newfound confidence, and pure unbridled lust flowed through each syllable.

"F-Fuck, here I thought you'd be shy about this." He huffs, looking down at how your hand held him so nicely, your lips parted, tongue out to let saliva drip down as you sloppily stroke his cock.

"Oh, you're nasty." He encourages, gripping the counter for dear life at this point.

The sounds is so wet, salive mixing with precum as you continue to keep up the pace, multitasking as your mouth works hickeys to his neck.

"See cause now I gotta-" Sukuna begins, his hand quick at your throat as he captures your lips, moving your hands to the side so he can access you.

His free hand works to pull your panties to the side and he easily slips two fingers past your folds, a slippery squelch sounding as a result.

"S-Shit-" You whine, the thickness of his middle and ring finger alone stretching you deliciously.

"What happened Miss Y/n? Huh?" He teases, curling his fingers upward, using the hand that was once around your neck to lift your face and force eye contact.

"Huh?" He asks again, his thumb moving circles around your clit as he continues to move his fingers in and out, the pace making you rock your hips in seek of more.

"I d-dont, I can't, fuck Ryo." You whimper, clutching his bicep as he gives that menacing grin again, pressing kisses to your jawline, occasionally sucking just to liter you with more hickeys.

"Yes, you can. Answer me, c'mon mamas I know you can. Or does it feel too good?" He asks, only getting a gasp in response when he proceeded to do the same thing you did moments prior. Warm saliva travels from his pierced tongue, down to your already sopping wet cunt.

"Hm? I'm making you feel good baby?" Oh he was definitely fucking with you now, knowing good as well at this rate you'd be cumming all over his fingers if he kept this shit up. All you could do was nod, resting your head against his tatted shoulder as he chuckles darkly.

"Gonna cum already? I can feel you squeezing." He notes, not stopping however. And sure enough you do, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound of your orgasm, stomach spasming as he slows down, smiling against your neck.

"Y-You suck." You huff, still coming down from your high, opening your legs a bit to look down at the mess you'd made on his fingers when he removed them. The sudden emptiness makes you suck in a breath.

"Oh yea?" He laugh, soon becoming hyperfocuses on how close he was to your entrance.

There's a silence for a moment like neither of you wants to be the one to ask for more in fear of coming off as greedy or desperate.

"Are you, done?" he asks, almost unsure, his hands gripping your hips now, dick twitching at the fact that he's so so close.

"No, you?" You laugh, scooting forward just enough that his tip is touching your slick folds.

"Fuck no...Can I?" He asks, and with a nod of your head, he pushes in, a hiss befalling both of you.

You pull in him further, your legs wrapping around his waist to do so. He swears, watching how you'd taken all of him with no issue.

"Shhhhit you feel good." He compliments, pausing when he hears you hiccup.

"Mhm."You respond quickly, adjusting to being so full all at once, tears pricking the corner of your eyes,

"Shit, let's just- just wait a second. Damn, what did you think was gonna happen?" He chuckles, kissing the tears away, massaging the back of your neck with his free hand.

When he said a second he meant that shit, because right after he trusted ever so slightly, slow, soft, calculated, letting your pussy memorize the curve and every vein. The pace was set, soon increasing bit by bit the more you moaned, feeding into his ego. If the sounds before weren't absolutely filthy, these were, every time he pulled out resounding in a wet-sounding "shhlick". You both swear.

"Feel good? I can fuck you a lil harder now?" He asks, both answers being yes.

And as soon as it is, he helps you reposition, the mirrors now in front of you instead of behind. Your nightshirt is half off, the rest of it now bunched up near your upper back as he massages the fat of your ass, squeezing with hiss before landing a firm smack that makes you yelp. He only laughs, massaging it before pulling all the way out.

"R-Ryo wait I'm gonna be too lou-"

Too late, he bottoms out, your mouth opening as you're too late to cover the moan he'd just ripped from your throat.

"Holy shit, nah you gotta keep making noise for me, lemme know how good I'm making you feel." He growls each time his pelvis meets your ass you moan.

All you can do is lean against the bathroom sink and take each unrelenting stroke. He’s got your hair in a fist, your neck craned upwards to look at yourself in the mirror. God you don’t remember looking this pretty when you’re being fucked. Then again it had been a while-

“Look at you,” He chuckles, throwing his head back when your squeeze him.

You manage to let your face all against your forewarn to try and muffle your koans. It proved to be useless and he slams back into you again, a raged, “Fuck!” Sounding from the male behind you.

“Close, fuck don’t stop Ryo.” You hum, rolling your hips against his and he follows your pace, although it doesn’t last long when his hips begin to stutter.

“S-Shit, do that again baby, doing so good for me.” He praises, waiting until you fall apart to pull out, only then spilling onto the curve of your back.

Your legs wobble, a feeling of euphoria befalls you as you seem to somewhat blackout, vision blurring. It's messy, you're practically dripping down your thighs and all he can do is watch in awe at how fucking gorgeous you look like this.

He’s massaging you now, a soft apology falling from his kiss bruised lips as he wipes his mess away, planting kisses against your shoulder. The sweetness is nice, but he quickly reminds you that he’s a fucking goofball when he smacks your ass with a laugh,

“You okay mamas? You can stand up?” He asks, helping you stand up a bit with that stupid glaring on his face, knowing that he definitely did his big one after you fail to keep yourself up.

——8:36am————-

You’d forced yourself to wake up a little earlier, Ryomens' grip on you not softening after you'd fallen asleep together on the couch. He insisted you wear his shirt after your nightshirt had been stretched out from the night’s escapades.

So here you were in an oversized beater and your night shorts (which he had to help you put back on cause you were so fucked out)

On the stove were some pancakes you managed to make before Yuji woke, his plate already set along with Sukuna’s.

The light pitter patter of feet alerts you that the culprit you’d just thought of is awake and he reached up as far as his little hand could grasp to tug on your shirt.

“Uncle Sukuna said to ask Auntie Y/n if I can have some pant cake.” Yuji repeats, your eyes snapping to Sukuna’s frame on the couch.

Of course his eyes were closed, a smirk playing over his stupid gorgeous face.

All you go is laugh, scooping up the boy to put him in his high chair.

“Of course you can have some pancakes sweetie.” You hum, pushing him in and feeding his pancakes with a bit of syrup.

“Make sure you tell your TeaTea thank you.” Sukuna grumbles, peaking at you with a smile.

Yuji only does at he’s told, giving you the biggest brightest smile as you process the fact that this man has Yuji calling you Auntie already. You’d be sure to ask about that later.

“Thank you Auntie Y/N” Yuji shouts.

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Authors Note: HEY YALLLLL I tried to end this like kinda cutely? Lmao thank you so much again for all the love and support on the last two parts I wasn’t thinking this would BLOW UP like how it did lmao!

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[h0neylevi]

post-war, canonverse, semi-public sex, fingering, fem!reader, some light degradation, dry humping, MDNI

w/c: ~ 1630

Everything has been so new lately.

Moving to Marley after the war had been an easy decision, but that didn’t mean the physical act of settling into a new place wasn’t without its hurdles. Mostly, it was about adjusting—getting used to the advances in technology that wasn’t present on Paradis. Telephones, cars, radios, even electric stoves were commonplace things that Levi still marveled at.

And then, there was also you.

More specifically, the way you’d both found yourselves quite suddenly thrust into a life after war, a life without titans and the looming threat of death hanging over your heads like a dense fog. 

As former comrades, it only made sense once the smoke cleared to navigate this new world together. And Levi was more than happy to experience all manner of firsts at your side.

It’s through this different layer of companionship that Levi learns so many new things about you. How you like your eggs in the morning, how tired you get after having too much pasta, the way the hair at the back of your head always sticks up the next day if you go to sleep with it still wet. He learns how you organize your books on your shelves (by size) and how when you’re having a bad day and tell him to leave you alone, you don’t actually mean it.

He’s always known how to make you laugh, but after eight months of living together under the same roof, he learns how to make you moan. It’s a sound he’d like to bottle forever, the sight of your body arched beneath him a vision too precious to look away for even a second. Even with only one good eye, he soaks it in like you’re a dream that’ll fade if he blinks.

He learns that he likes kissing, and you do too. So, when you lean across the center console of his brand new car at Marley’s drive-in movie theater one summer night, he doesn’t think much of it. At least, not until your hands start wandering and he finds himself pulled into the backseat.

You give him very little time to recover from the surprise of being pulled from his seat before your lips are on his again. The leather of the upholstery groans as you straddle his narrow waist and on instinct, Levi reaches out, eyes still closed as he guides you onto his lap.

His palm splays over the skirt of your dress, hiking it up a little in his haste. When he feels the fabric, he pulls away slightly.

He gently squeezes your thigh, watching the cloth bunch a little in his grasp. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes him look up. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?”

Above him, forming words feels borderline impossible. Not while his thumb is drawing circles on the inside of your thigh and he’s looking up at you through those delightfully full lashes. It strikes you that this facet of your relationship is still relatively new, so the warmth on your cheeks doesn’t feel out of place when you swallow around your meekness and say, “You.”

“Me?” Levi’s brows raise, but he thinks he gets it. The moment you’d walked out of your room in this little number, his mind had gone straight to the gutter.

Like he’s revisiting the memory, his hands begin to slowly trail every part of you his eyes drift over—thumbs tracing the tantalizing curve of your breasts, down the silky material over your waist before resting his palms on your hips. When he gives you another subtle squeeze, you roll against him, feeling the hardening outline of his cock through his trousers against your core.

“Can’t help it,” you breathe out slowly, like you're making every effort to remain composed, but the strain in your voice betrays the neediness beneath. 

Your palms drift over the soft fabric of his shirt, moving over firm muscle. They’re not as defined as they once were, but you relish in his solid warmth all the same. Enamored by him, always.

He lets you explore unimpeded. You’ve always been handsy—checking him for signs of injury or illness when he inevitably pushed himself too far during expeditions. Now he’s grown used to the way that protective tendency has turned into an act of appreciation and fondness. It makes something light and airy form in his chest when you lean down again to kiss him.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” he says a moment later. The warning is half-hearted and murmured mostly against your lips, in conflict with the way his hands keep you anchored where you are.

His feeble hesitation makes you laugh.

You settle further into his lap, nearly chest to chest now. You can feel the way his breathing has grown labored against you. “No one’s looking at us, Levi.”

It is dark, at least. He has enough sense still to acknowledge that the large screen up front will be capturing most peoples’ attention, even though it’s currently in an intermission right now. There are only fifteen minutes between the double features tonight. A shame, he thinks. When it comes to you especially, he always likes to take his time.

You move your attention to the curve of his jaw, peppering hot, pillowy kisses down the expanse of his neck before suckling the sensitive flesh of his clavicle, and every thought not focused on the present stops. 

He closes his eyes, caught between the feeling of your lips on his neck and your warm cunt gliding over his cockhead. Even through several layers of clothes, pleasure rushes through him with each rut of your hips. You’re so warm and pretty that it’s dizzying.

In retaliation, a thumb swipes over your clothed clit, and Levi smirks when your movements almost completely stop. Behind you, the large screen lights up and Levi watches in the soft blue light as you lean back slightly, mouth slightly agape in a silent gasp.

“Never took you for an exhibitionist,” he says, the reflection of the movie behind you mirrored in his unclouded iris.

Before you can say anything, he hooks two fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side, sliding the digits through the arousal that’s already beginning to soak into the cotton.

“I-I’m not,” you attempt to defend, but the protest comes out weak and shaky with his movements.

“Is that right?” Levi asks, his tone mildly condescending. “Well, the fact that you’re grinding on top of me right now says otherwise.”

The pressure of his fingers on your cunt makes it difficult to think. If you were in your right mind, you might be embarrassed about the way the windows have started to fog, but you can only be grateful for the extra coverage.

The air is thick and your body feels like it’s on fire. Every brush of Levi’s fingers on your skin sends you aflame. His injured hand anchors you in place, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flesh of your hip while his other hand continues to pick you apart, making your knees quiver.

Your voice is a strained gasp against the shell of his ear. “Like you’re not hard already just from kissing.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The hand on your hip lowers, and for a moment you think he’s gesturing for you to get up, but the new position allows his other hand to slide down. Two fingers quickly bottom out inside your cunt.

Your features pinch with the effort it takes to keep yourself quiet.

“There you go,” Levi coos, smug as your fingers struggle for purchase on his shoulders. “Is that what you wanted?”

His cock, his fingers, his mouth. All three. You want to tell him that you’d gladly take anything he’d give you, but all you can do is pant uselessly into his neck and try to hold on.

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm?” Levi continues, his fingers pumping and curling in such a way to make you see stars in your vision. “Needy thing.”

You clench around him, spurred on by his words. “Levi.”

He keeps talking, undeterred. A glow appears in his eyes as you rock into his palm, meeting his movements. “Dirty girl, fucking my fingers like this in the open.”

Pleasure coils in your belly. You grasp helplessly against his sturdy neck, cheeks burning and nails dragging over the soft fuzz of his undercut as it continues to build and build. The pressure of his thumb on your clit pulls all of your muscles taut.

When your moans become wispy and delicate gasps of air, he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Levi murmurs. “You can come.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. With a single gasp of his name, you come undone. Levi holds you through it as you shudder and spasm, his free arm now wrapped around your waist.

When you pull back, your eyes are bleary and content. Every muscle in your body seems to relax against him.

Levi pulls his hand from between your legs. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. The aftershocks still continue to wash over you, making you feel boneless and tired.

When they subside, you give him a quick peck and slide off of his lap, climbing back into the front passenger seat.

Levi follows with a grunt. When he settles back into the driver’s seat, he buckles his seatbelt and starts the car.

You turn, confused. “What are you doing? The movie isn’t over.”

Slowly, he eases out of the parking spot toward the exit. Just before he turns onto the road, he gives you an incredulous look.

“You think I can focus on anything else after that?” From the streetlight above, you can finally see the deep shade of pink tinting his neck and face. “I’m taking you home so I can really make you scream.”

[ervotica]

Hi! Can you do one with Eris x rhysand daughter reader where they're mates, but in a secret relationship?? Maybe they're getting kinda hot on Eris's throne, but then Rhys & Feyre enter the room and they're discovered?

𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

pairing; high lord!eris vanserra x fem!reader

summary; being the high lord of the night court's daughter is feat unto itself. when combined with being the mate of the high lord of autumn, it becomes almost impossible to navigate. you've been keeping your mateship with eris under wraps for a year. on a visit to the autumn court, rhysand unwittingly walks in on the two of you, and all hell breaks loose.

warnings; smut themes (18+ only, as always), ANGST, rhys is very mean in this i'm sorry i made him the bad guy, family issues, eris is sexy and also the love of my life

word count; 2.2k

a/n; wow the daddy issues rly popped off w this one ngl. just to clarify, i really do love rhys with my whole entire heart but i had to villianise someone for the sake of the plot. so enjoy this mess.

The intensity with which Eris surveys you is searing.

Not a new development - of course - but no matter how many times those amber eyes rake the length of your body, the molten honey of them burning into a deep russet as his pupils engulf his irises, it sets your insides ablaze with need.

You're perched atop his throne, clad in a gown of deep red with slits that slip down to reveal your bare thighs as you cross one leg atop the other. You certainly look the part of the Autumn Court.

He wants to devour you whole.

Your thighs part just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the scant fabric that barely covers your dripping pussy, and you watch the way that his eyelids drop, gaze darkening to something primal as the scent of your arousal encases his senses.

"Sit back for me, fawn," he murmurs as he stalks up the steps that land at your feet. Your muscles seize in waiting as you suck your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress a coy smile. His palms slip beneath the silk of your dress, hiking the fabric further to reveal miles of bare skin that only he's privy to. You go soft like prey when thick fingers peel themselves from your skin to curl around your throat, a thumb pressing into the dip beneath your chin.

"Eris," you murmur. He coos, nipping at your earlobe.

"I know, my love. Needy little thing, aren't you."

Gods, you love it when he gets like this. The lust drives him mad–it's like he can't stop the dirty things that fall from his lips. Each word makes you wetter, has you squirming in your seat, begging for the sweet release you know he's bound to grant you– after he's had his way with you, of course.

His nose grazes at your cheekbone, breath hot against your prickling skin.

"Please," you whisper.

His grin is positively feline as his pointed canines protrude to scrape at the curve of your jaw. "All you had to do was ask."

And then his lips are slanting hungrily over your own, a palm curving around your waist to anchor your body to his own as he kisses the breath from your lungs. Your thighs part, granting him access to step between them and press himself flush to your chest; his fingers loop loosely around your wrist to guide your hand between his own legs. You gasp into his mouth and his tongue scrapes against the back of your teeth as you squeeze the hot, hard length of him, revelling in the way he ruts into your open palm. Your chest heaves as he growls lowly against your lips.

"This is what you do to me, fawn. I've wanted to rip this dress from your body and devour you since you stepped through the front doors."

You keen, head tipping back to bare your throat for him. Surrendering completely. Pleasure thrums through your veins when his lips trail down to latch against the soft skin you've exposed for him.

This male is your undoing.

His hand resumes creeping its way up your dress, the tip of his thumb pressing to your swollen clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. You moan softly, a sound that he swallows with his open mouth against yours and then chases, rubbing tight circles into the bundle of nerves until you're arching into his touch, lifting off of the throne to crush every inch of your body against his own.

His touch is dizzying, and you're so consumed by the feel of him against you that you almost don't hear the double doors to the throne room creak open. There's a bang as they fall shut behind the visitor, and it's loud enough to have you startling where you sit.

"I'm busy," Eris growls, his forehead still pressed to yours.

"This can't wait, I'm afraid," Rhys drawls. Your blood turns to ice in your veins, any and all arousal effectively dying as soon as your father's voice echoes against the stone walls.

"Oh, shit," you mumble. "We're going to actually die."

Eris pinches your chin between a thumb and forefinger affectionally, flooding the bond with as much warmth and encouragement as he can muster before his head turns, and you bury your face into the juncture of his neck in an effort to hide.

"If you'd be so kind as to escort the lady out, Eris." Rhys picks at the cuffs of his black jacket, brow quirking when neither of you make any effort to move.

"She's fine right here," he replies, clipped.

Your father's nose wrinkles in disdain as he strides for the steps, and your breath catches in your throat when he reaches the edge of the marble floor.

"What is this?" he asks, folding arms over his chest. "You really want your latest escapade present for this meeting?"

Eris' soft eyes harden, ablaze with a fury you've often seen but never been in the direct line of.

"You leave her out of this."

Rhys scoffs. "Don't tell me you've gone soft, High Lord." His tone is scathing, dripping with sarcastic venom.

Eris rises to the insult, shoulders squaring as he straightens to his full height. And it's then, and only then, that your father catches a glimpse of your stricken face, lips parted into a gasp as Eris stares him down.

You go still behind the High Lord of Autumn, pushing your body upright against the throne and willing yourself to simply sink into the chair and cease to exist. Of course, fate has never been in your favour.

"My daughter?" Rhys bellows. "You're fucking my daughter?" His voice bounces off of the stone that encases every inch of the room, and you wince as his violet eyes meet your own.

"It's not like that," you murmur; Eris is torn between focusing his attention on you or Rhys, even as you desperately try to soothe him through the bond as he did for you just minutes ago.

"What is it like then, baby?" Rhys condescends to you. "Don't tell me you love him, now." He spits the words with such hate that you're positive a slap would hurt less. "You are nothing to him, do you not understand that? He will use you and discard you and not think twice about it and I will be left to pick up the pieces because you are too fucking stupid to see that!"

You're sure that your heart ceases to beat when your father finishes speaking, becoming this cold, unmoving thing that weighs down your chest until you struggle for breath. Your father's chest heaves with a simmering rage that has always terrified you, and it makes your body coil tight with a silent sob; you continue to stare him down, eyes narrowed in an attempt to push the tears stinging your waterline back. Eris turns his back on Rhys then, surging forward to kiss the droplets away, smoothing the hair at the crown of your skull down.

"You are so cruel." is all you say.

"I'm telling you the truth," he spits. Your body snaps up at his words and you stand on shaking legs to plant yourself in front of Eris like a shield. The redhead settles his hands on your shoulders, his touch grounding as he directs his next words at Rhys, his voice like death incarnate.

"Apologise to my mate."

Your father blanches at the words, staggering back a step.

"Your what?"

"My mate," he repeats, voice quiet with the anger that coils tightly inside of him. The outrage at the way your own father deigns appropriate to speak to you. "Apologise to her. Now."

Rhys exhales, shuddering when he turns his gaze back to you.

"I expected better from you."

White-hot fire licks at your insides as you survey the disgust that curls your father's lip, the way his eyes flicker down to where Eris holds your emotions steady with his touch alone. You're overcome with the need to protect your mate, even if it means tearing your own flesh and blood apart with claws and teeth and poisoned words.

"You don't know the first fucking thing about him," you spit, willing your voice to stay steady. You won't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

"So tell me, sweetheart." Rhys doubles down.

"Why do you do this?" you sigh, some of the tension in your muscles loosing when Eris steps forward another inch to press his chest to your back, no doubt delivering a deathly stare over your head. "Every time I find something that makes me happy, you ruin it. He makes me happy. Why can't you see that?"

"I never thought you'd be this naive. I'm ashamed to call you my daughter."

You stumble backwards, willing yourself to stay upright even as Eris' hand grasps you by the waist and anchors you to him. You breathe, in and out, forcing the acrid air into your lungs even as you want nothing more than to lay on the floor beneath you and sob. He might as well have hit you.

"You've always been ashamed to call me your daughter," you hiss through gritted teeth. "I've never been enough for you, no matter how hard I trained or how much work I threw myself into, I was always the disappointment. And now I find someone that loves me, that supports me and wants me to be happy, and you want to rip that away, too? It's not fair!"

"That's not true," he says, though his stance falters. The mask slips and it bares the fear that lies underneath the cold exterior.

"That's enough." Eris' voice cuts through the stark silence like a blade. "You will apologise or you will leave, Rhysand."

He murmurs crooning apologies against your ear when you turn to tuck yourself into him, tears hot and fast against your cheeks that flare with heat in the wake of your admission. You feel as though you've been stripped bare before him, every vulnerability dragged to the surface against your best efforts to bury them. Your head tips back, glossy eyes meeting his and finding nothing but unbridled adoration in his gaze. He accepts you, scars and all.

"It's okay, fawn," he whispers. "It's okay. I love you."

You nod fervently, lashes drooping with the weight of your tears when he cradles your cheek and presses a kiss between your brows. His face rises to your father once more.

"If you'd like to keep your alliance with this court, you'd do well to apologise." His voice is rough and rasping with your pain but still leaves no room for argument. "(Y/N) is my mate, and soon she will be my wife and High Lady of Autumn. And I will not tolerate you speaking to her in this manner."

You steel yourself to turn and wobble down the steps to stand face-to-face with your father. You gaze up at him through tear-soaked lashes and the sight pulls at something uncomfortable inside of him. It's how you've looked at him for two hundred years– the longing in your eyes for him to accept you, the unyielding need for him to be proud. He never bothered to decipher what it meant. It's all too clear now.

"I will be leaving Velaris," you tell him, scrunching your nose in the same way your mother does when she's upset. It nearly sends him reeling. "If you never want to see me again, that is your decision to make. But my loyalty lies with my mate."

His lips part and then close as though he wants to say something. You internally plead for it. Say something, you think. Anything.

"I'm sorry that I disappointed you," you continue on despite his silence. "Everything I ever did was to make you proud and it wasn't enough. But I'm done ripping myself apart for your approval."

He watches your lips downturn into a frown, the crease that works its way into your brow the one he's been pressing kisses to and smoothing over for your entire life.

It's as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you pass the burden you've been carrying to him before you're striding back up those steps, more confident than he's ever seen you.

You walk into Eris' open arms and smile, your face resting comfortably in the hollow of his neck as you breathe him in.

You don't look back when Rhys walks out of the throne room, the heavy wooden doors thudding closed in his wake.

"I'm sorry, my love," Eris murmurs.

"I'm not." You tilt your head to watch him, bringing up a hand to trace the contours of his features. You drag lazy knuckles over the edge of his cheekbones. "I have you."

A smirk cracks your stoic features and he stifles an amused grin at the question he knows is coming.

"So, High Lady, huh?"

He rocks you in his arms, nuzzling his cheek against yours and marvelling at the way you so naturally fit together. His true mirror, his equal in every way. You preen happily at the contact.

"Anything for you."

"Anything?"

"Within reason, fawn," he chides. You roll your eyes playfully.

"I was merely going to suggest we should pick up where we left off, my dear." Your hand glides the length of his body, circling teasingly around his hardening cock before veering away. He grunts, head tipping forward to rest against your shoulder.

"How could I ever say no to that?"

[hyukalyptus]

re your face sitting post.... teabagging or err what's the male equivalent of face sitting? like i want them to straddle my face and let me suck their cock ykyk?

i have talked about teabagging before!! i got some uh.....harsh criticism lmao for talking about balls but IDC i still love talking about balls, so YEs lets do some teabagging hcs.. !

cw. balls, taint talk in kai's, nipple play, scratching in yj's, threesome in tae's, masturbation, cum, whiny soob, dom and sub gyu, begging in gyu's, teasing kai, pet names (baby), creampie in kai's.

yeonjun would have u lay on ur back in bed while he stood over u and let u suck his balls while he jerked off on ur chest eeeheee honestly thinking about it makes me tingle im gonna cry. can't rly see his face but he keeps whispering dirty shit to u.. touch urself for me baby. ur mouth feels so good. cumming so goddamn hard bc of the overstimulation. u scratch ur nails over his thighs while he does.

soob! honestly loooOOOOooOoOooves it imo. i think it'd be swapped from yeonjun where he genuinely sits on ur face so u can still see his face, and he'd be whiny whiny whiny oml. nose scrunching up. ugh he'd wrap his hand around urs to make u stroke his cock CAN U IMAGINE omg, his big hand guiding urs around his cock i'd literally freak out. AAAAHH!! im writing a longer fc w soobin and this would be so perfect for it i hope i remember to include it omg, SOMEONE REMIND ME!!!

beom would put u on the floor with his leg hiked up onto a coffee table or sumn while u sucked his balls and jerked him off. could see him being a lil demeaning about it. but if we wanna talk sub!gyu, could definitely see u being more dom w it and usning it as punishment. sucking his balls but never touching his cock. just ur hand please baby... the tip at least, please??? but nonono u never touch his cock and he cums all over ur face.

tae - idk this may be a bit far so warning, mention of a threesome! could 1000000% see this being a major part of a threesome with him lmao. you've got ur mouth wrapped around his balls while someone has their mouth wrapped around his cock OROROR ur mouth wrapped around his balls while he's fucking someone else from behind?? OOH!

kai - okok. this man loves being played w. i know i got a lot of hate for talking about taints too but y'all can suck my balls. so could see u playing with his balls and taint and nipples for FOREVER, he's leaking precum everywhere, just whining about every move you make. can barely handle it and when u know he's about to cum, you sit on his cock and he cums immediately.

[eddiesxangel]

Driver Roll Up The Partition, Please | Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Anonymous asked: rockstar!Eddie fingering you in a cab or a limo or something like that… Oh my god.

Cw: rockstar!eddie x f!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving)

“Eddie, please… the driver” you moaned. Eddie couldn’t keep your hands off of you the second you sat in the limo.

“Driver the partition!” Eddie barked not caring how crass he sounded. He would apologize with a fat tip at the end of the night to make up for it.

Thank god, for the partition because the way Eddie’s hands were roaming your body wasn’t exactly rated PG.

You had been unintentionally teasing Eddie the entire time you were getting ready. You had been frantically walking around in your undergarments until the very last minute. Forty five minutes…that’s how long he gave you to get ready before heading to the club, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was sitting there ready to go within fifteen minutes. Giving him a glorious half hour to eye your body like you were a piece of meat. Thinking of all the places he can grab and graze your soft supple flesh.

Now, here you were, bending in front of him to get inside the limo. Your short body con dress was hugging all of your curves. Your ass hardly covered as you sat. Eddie having the knowledge of what was underneath that dress wasn’t helping his boner go away either.

“Baby” your breath hitches and his hand grazed up your body to your breast while his lips here on your neck, nipping and licking at you like he was to devour you.

“You think I can sit by watching you get ready not to just get you unready as fast as possible? Such’a tease, Peaches.”

Your core was set ablaze as the nickname he uses for you in only intimate moments such as this leaves his lips.

“Eddie we don’t have time.”

“Shhhhh we have plenty of time.” You know Parisian traffic is awful but having sex in the limo? It was so scandalous.

“Oh-okay,” you nodded your head frantically in agreement. The way his hands were trailing lower from the grip on your breast down to your soft waist. He hiked you up so you were straddling him. Your dress hiked up, exposing your ass. The black lacy thong didn’t provide much coverage. Thank go for partitions.

Eddie guided your hips back and fourth across his hard crotch, forcing you to feel how hard he was for you. You let out another moan of pleasure as your clit grazed against his leather pants.

The driver caught a pot hole and you and Eddie bounced only aiding in both of your pleasure. You both let out breathy moans as the bumpy cobble streets made the vehicle bump up and down. Vibrations ran through your body as Eddie’s tongue explored your skin, while his hands gripped your ass so hard you’re sure there will be finger print shaped bruises tomorrow morning, only making you more feral for him. You loved when he marked you. Claimed you as his own, but only in places no one else could see.

“No hickeys baby, the paps will eat that up when we get out” your voice was breathy.

“Can’t help myself Peaches, you’re addictive.” He only sucked harder on your neck. “Mmmm you smell so good, I could devour you”

Your hands ran up his exposed chest, catching his nipple ring. He left his his mesh button up undone just under his chest. Detaching your self from Eddie’s mouth as you looked down at him.

“Than why don’t you, Mr. Rockstar?”

Eddie kissed you so hard your breath gets left behind. You find it again when he flips you off him replacing your body where his once was. The leather of his pants squeaks against the leather of the seats as you watch as Eddie gets up to crouch in front of you on the floor. He then parts your legs so you’re spread out for him.

“Please” you sighed as his ring clad fingers grazed your inner thighs, creeping closer and closer agonizingly slow.

He was soaking in the moment, watching as the street lights catching the glitter on your face with every passing car. He watches your eyes look down at him, glazed with lust.

“Please” you sigh again, your nails running through his scalp, only making Eddie groan in return.

Eddie listened to your plea. He hooked a finger under the gusset of your panties moving them to the side, exposing your wet lower lips. The pad of his index finger grazed down your slit collecting your slick before pushing it up inside.

“Oh Eddie!”

“Yes Peaches?” He smirks up at you. You grip his hair tighter as his fingers brush on your inner walls.

“Oh right there!”

“Shhhh or else you’re going to give the driver a show” Eddie smirked before dipping his head down to your clit.

“Eddie!!” Obviously your need for not having the driver here was out the window.

“That’s it Peaches, scream my name” he only let go of your clit for a moment and he was back on your wet lips. His mouth was like magic it made you arch your back into him. His hand that wasn’t working your pussy was gripping your hip pushing your body further into him.

He grazes your velvety walls as his mouth devours your pussy. Eddie continuously pumps his fingers in and out, making your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Eddie moan into your pussy. The vibrations from his mouth on your clit send you over the edge, your walls clench around his fingers, and the rush in your pussy consumes your body as all your muscles tense.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck” your body levitates or at least it feels that way.

You look down at Eddie and he is grinning from ear to ear, chin glistening from your cum.

The car suddenly comes to a stop and you scramble to fix your outfit.

“Nous sommes arrivés” the muffled sounds from the driver comes through the partition.

“But we didn’t get to you” you look down at Eddie’s tented pants.

“It’s okay baby. We have a private table, in the back” he winks before helping you out and pulls you inside of the club.

[x-hotoke]

BULLY! Gojo satoru x male reader | platonic

synopsis: Y/n was tasked to bring Satoru’s lunch box and extra money to his university. He caught his brother bullying someone and somehow got roped into it. Uni!satoru au

content warnings: humiliation, bullying, assault, mentions of suicide, use of he/him pronouns, male insert reader, verbal abuse, violence, attempt of burning, inflicted harm.

Y/n stepped foot inside the gate of the University his brother is attending. It was fairly huge and old fashioned, he gripped the bag tightly in his arms—making a mental note to place the money securely inside his pocket.

The faster he can get to his brother, the quicker he can leave this place.

People were already whispering left and right in the hallways as Y/n strudge pass them. His blue eyes and white lashes made the students theorize if he was Gojo Satoru’s brother.

“Their features look the same to me.”

“eh.. I guess so.”

“What’s a high schooler doing here?”

Y/n audibly gulped as he hurried down to the empty classroom. He was told that he likes to spend his time there with his friends. He quickly opened the door before going inside.

He spotted his brother—Satoru—laughing as he videotaped a male student who was on the floor crying as he tried to salvage what was left of his notebook. “Satoru, your brother's here.”

A female voice spoke up, he turned to see a female with long light blue hair, a few strands of it was blocking her other eye as she peered down at him making him shrink back. “Y/n-chan!”

Y/n felt a vein pop out of his forehead as his eye twitch. Chan?

Y/n looks at his brother to find him grinning as he slowly walks towards him. “Aniki.. I brought you.. your lunch and allowance.” He whispered—feeling the stares he got from Satoru's friends.

The white haired male waved him off, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to the crying boy on the ground next to his best friend—suguru. “Thanks for bringing it. And.. don't tell anyone about this hm?” Satoru chuckles before continuing. “What am I saying? They already know!” He snickered quietly as if it was some kind of secret.

“W-what are you doing?..” Y/n furrowed his brows, staring at the boy before looking bsck to his brother.

“You see, Y/n—” Satoru abruptly stop, looking down at the boy on the ground who was quietly sobbing. “What's your name again?” He asked, tilting his head to the side mockingly.

The only response he got was the sounds of sobbing.

Y/n winced—looking away after seeing Suguru kick his stomach harshly making him curl into a ball on the ground. “He asked for your name, dumbass.”

“Now suguru! My little brother is here, tone it down will ya’?” Satoru grins at Suguru who rolls his eyes in response. He squats down, taking his sunglasses off. “I’m not gonna ask ya’ again.”

“What's your name?”

Y/n heard a hiccup but before he could reply—Mei Mei beat him to it. “Hijime Shiro?” She quirked a brow upwards, holding a notebook in her hands. Presumably 'Shiro’s'.

Satoru looks up at her with uninterested eyes. “I don't think I recall asking you?”

The female only responded with a chuckle as she placed her arms behind her—she sat on the table with her legs crossed. Her skirt was hiking up making Y/n look away—his face tinted with pink. “Shiro..”

“So you do talk!” Satoru cheered, his eyes blown wide taunting the boy. He pocketed his phone. “I thought you were mute throughout the time we spent here!” he ruffled shiro’s hair roughly.

“onii.. what is he?..”

“Save the questions for last, Y/n-chan!” He smiled widely, his pearly whites showing. He looks back at the trembling boy in front of him.

Satoru stood up and guided Y/n Infront of shiro who was still laying on the ground—curled up into a ball—writhing in pain. He went behind him, hugging Y/n's neck. “He looks pathetic isn't he?”

“what?”

“You know I don't like repeating myself.”

Y/n tried to turn his head upwards but Satoru placed his chin ontop of his head. “onii, this is wrong. You can be expelled—.”

Satoru placed a finger on his mouth, shushing him. “That’s not the answer I'm expecting.” he pouted, letting out a sigh.

“Shiro, owes me money. Lots of money.”

“But dad can—”

“Not a word, Y/n-chan.” Satoru places his chin on the younger male's shoulder, his icy stare making him look at the ground. Y/n’s brother was always scary and intimidating. Even if he was dubbed as playful and a trouble maker by their relatives.

Satoru's hand traveled from his shoulder to his wrist, grinning. “You're much more tolerable like this than your usual talkative self. Always speaking out what's right and what's wrong.”

“That's what I hate about you.”

Y/n felt himself shiver as he hears those words, his older brother's fingers laced with his. “always playing the hero. Don't you get tired of being an attention seeker all the time?” He lets out an airy laugh.

“Why don't you make yourself useful for once hm? Pretend you didn't see anything and you can go, scott free.” Satoru whispered in his ear, his right hand travelling up to his neck. “You're overstaying your visit here.”

“Satoru, stop being lewd to your brother.” Suguru whistled before sticking his tongue out.

“I don't mind the show.” Mei mei chuckled out, leaning forward as she smiled at the two brothers. One of her arm propped up on her crossed knees, placing her head on her palm. “We didn't need to hear that, mei.” Suguru scrunched his nose up at her in disgust.

Y/n deadpanned at her. Is she serious?

“I’m not being dirty to my brother, asshole!”

Satoru whined, lifting his hands up.

“Well it didn't look like it a few seconds ago.” Suguru pointed out, a blank expression on his face. He balled his hand into a fist before coughing in it. “Like what satoru said, pretend you didn't see anything and leave.” He said coldly.

Y/n sweatdropped at this, nodding vigorously. He hastily placed Satoru’s allowance inside the lunch bag before speed walking to the door—but as he did so, he stole a glance at Shiro who looked at him with a pleading face, silently begging him for help. He could do nothing but nod as he closed the door shut.

“With that out of the way!” Satoru smiled sadistically, pulling out a lighter from Suguru's pocket. “That’s expensive. Be careful with that.” He crossed his arms, squinting his eyes at the white haired male as he threw the lighter in his hand up before catching it carelessly.

“Do us a favor and stay still.”

“Even if you don't, I'm sure Suguru would gladly burn you himself while I restrain you.” Satoru let out a giggle, pulling shiro’s hair upwards as he brought the flame close to his eyes. “You should’ve never got in our way. Look what happened to you! No wonder nobody likes you. You're pathetic and worthless.”

The door slammed open. “Again?” Shoko sneered, her long plain white coat was covered with stains during her class in science. “Y/n told me.” she scowled, the dark circles under her eyes showed as she approached the two young males.

“You three are in a lot of fuckin’ trouble.”

note: I won't be active as much! School is nearing and I'm quite nervous. I’ll be busy from now on because I don't want to pile my school activities up.

[gotboggery]

First tumblr post is rushed and GROSS!!! Major blood and period kink that’s basically the whole thing. f!reader x f!kylar

do not read if you don’t like gross nasty bloody fem kylar and enjoy if you love gross nasty fem bloody fem kylar

(edit bc a whole paragraph was missing???)

Shit. You didn’t have a pad. In a skirt, too! You could’ve sworn you’d packed one, right in the most discreet pocket of your backpack, so you wouldn’t have a repeat of that one middle school event.

You storm into the auditorium and shuffle through the audience back to your seat. Kylar was guarding the empty seat beside her with her life, and almost shot a hostile glare before realizing you were the seat’s rightful owner. You sit, lean in, and whisper, “Do you have a pad?”

She shakes her head, “Sorry.”

That confirms it. Kylar knows your cycle. Even if she weren’t charitable enough to bring one for you, she clung to you until your cycles matched up (and stuck much longer), so she should be on her period too. Ergo, she’s a dirty liar. Still, you mutter a bitter, “That’s okay.” through your teeth and hope you aren’t in a red puddle by the assembly’s conclusion to confront her on her dirty liarhood.

The assembly, (some meaningless PSA on deviancy), ends shortly and the students are dismissed. Kylar waits for you to rise, but you never do. “I-It’s time to go.” she prompts. A pointed glare is all she needs to sit back down. The auditorium is uncomfortably silent when the last row of students pool out.

Kylar’s pouting. You make the command very simple for her at the consideration of that stupefied look on her face, “On your knees.” She obeys, naturally. She could just see below your skirt, where your pretty white panties are stained red. She thinks her subtle lean into your crotch is discreet. It’s disgustingly shameless how her inhales become starving sniffs, how quickly she gets drunk on your scent.

You push your panties aside, and it’s like unveiling the holy grail. Kylar’s eyes go wide. It’s a bloody mess, of course. But to her, it’s sacred, it’s delicious, it’s divine, and it’s all her’s with the very simple, yet undeniably resolute command of, “Lick.”

Her tongue desperately prods at you, saliva swirling with slick and blood, so much blood, and it’s all her’s. She starts off strong – too strong. You grab a handful of disheveled hair and force it still against your clit to reel her in. “Don’t miss a drop.” you warn. She tries to say something, but it’s muffled between your legs. You feel her nod quickly against your painful grip. You loosen your fist, and she takes it as an invitation to dive in.

It’s nothing particularly sexy or satisfying, but it’s got passion. You tug that fistful of hair to try to guide her, but she insists on lapping at any area in reach. Her fervence is so demanding that you hardly noticed when she started gently grinding against your leg — and you doubt she noticed either, considering her focus on ‘not missing a drop’ — until she’s humping it rabidly. Breathy, hot pants make it to your clit.

She swipes a finger into your hole, praying you won't mind, pumping until her finger is coated in crimson. You moan lewdly, slapping a hand over your mouth. She’s much better with her fingers. Encouraged by your response, she slips another finger in, and your next moan is especially high. As much as she loves to hear those moans, this is a once in a month opportunity, so she opts for selfishness and replaces her fingers with her needy tongue again.

She hikes up her skirt and pumps the bloody fingers into herself. “Ah, w-we’re mixing,” she pants, and you can only assume she means the both of you are mixing blood. She keeps bucking her hips, grinding against your leg, pumping her fingers, faster, until a loud moan is muffled between your legs. Her fingers pop out and she licks them clean.

Blood paints her face like poorly applied lipstick. “Use me.” She breathes, “Thank you for using me.” She smiles with a certain reverence, flashing red teeth, and she seems all too genuine.

“Yeah, just don’t steal my pads anymore.” You huff dismissively.

“You don’t need them. You have me.” She snaps quickly. Great, she’s jealous of a pad. “I didn’t miss a drop. Use me. I mean it.”

You think of a way to put this lightly, “I think you have the wrong idea. This was a one time thing.”

It wasn’t light enough, because Kylar snaps sober from her blood high. “But didn’t I do good? I didn’t miss a drop.” She repeats, like you somehow misheard the first time. Her stare is expectant. Oppressive.

“Yeah, yeah, you did great.” You comply, though she was adequate at best. She’s still staring. She wants more. When she doesn’t get more, because what the hell else are you supposed to say, the panic sets in.

“Don’t go. You’re not trying to go, are you? I’ll do it every month. Everyday! Don’t leave.”

You try to stand, but that makes it much, much worse.

“Please, please,” Kylar sobs, nearly incoherent, “I’ll kill myself if you leave. I will, I’ll do it, I will.” She’s on her knees, grasping onto the hem of your shirt, but it’s not enough. She hovers over your waist hesitantly, carefully, like you’ll reduce to ash at the slightest touch. Her trembling palms rest gently onto your sides, and when you don’t dissipate, grasp on for dear life. All the while, pleas are tumbling from her lips, “I’ll die,” it’s more of a promise than a threat, and God, it’s convincing.

To make it stop — you need to make it stop — you accede, “I’m not going.”

It takes a couple repeats for her to hear over her own sobs, but when she does, she stares up at you in wonder. “You,” a hic, “You’re not?”, the gears turn, it clicks, “you’re staying?” She says it with such hope you’d think she’d escaped death row.

Your mouth is dry. You don’t want to say it, because that would be a blatant lie, not to mention the betrayal of yourself, so you nod. Quickly, to get it over with.

She wraps his arms around your waist and buries her head into your stomach. It’s stuffy, humid, with the tears puddling onto your thighs and hot pants on your skin. If she could, she’d really bury himself in there, embraced by your warm, pulsing cocoon of organs. She has half a mind to confess that, but she knows it'd just scare you away. Disgust you, probably; rightfully so. She has you, she thinks. She squeezes tighter. She has you.

[inlovewithgreta]

To the anon who requested Theo, I apologize for my dumbass accidentally deleting the request post, but here is the fic you asked for!! Thank you for requesting this very underrated lesbian. And again I am SO sorry, I hope you find this!!! ♡︎

And yes, this is a nod to Charli’s newest song.

Guess - Theodora Crain x Fem!Reader

Summary: You finally decide to make a move on the mysterious stranger you’ve seen at the bar on multiple occasions now.

Warnings: Praise, fingering, oral sex (if you squint), not proofread in the slightest...

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

It was this moment. The moment right here that you knew you had made the right decision. It had been weeks in the making. All the glances, subtle touches, and the back and forth of buying each other drinks all let up to this moment.

You had met this mysterious woman at your usual bar. She wore her usual outfits. Hair beautifully curled, small tops barely covering her chest, dark gloves covering her hands, and a pair of jeans that pulled the look together perfectly.

The two of you were barely out of the car before hands connected to each other's bodies, and limbs were tangled together. And after what felt like eternity, the key finally turned and the door swung open.

You grab the woman by the collar and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were glossy yet soft, exactly how you had imagined they'd be.

She kicked the door closed as the two of you hastily walked in, mouths working in unison and breathing heavy. You were stumbling as she backed you up against the door.

Lips left yours to trail down your neck, sucking on the soft flesh below your earlobe, and feeling your racing pulse point under her lips.

"I never got your name, yet here I am inside your house," you whispered, leaning your head to give the brunette more access as your own hands sat at the curve of her hips.

Your fingers clutched at her waist when she spoke in a deep, husky, seductive voice. "You can call me Theo..." Her kisses were hot and everywhere, leaving marks all across your neck.

You guide her to a nearby table. "Theo... Such a pretty name," you admitted. She hummed at your response, pulling your plump bottom lip between her teeth.

"I like it when you say my name. I wonder what it sounds like when you're screaming it," she said, biting your lip in the process.

"Only one way to find out," you teased. Your fingers ran through her soft brown hair, twisting the strands between your fingers as you smirked.

Theo let out a groan, before letting her kisses wander. They went lower as the seconds went by, stopping just at the upper swell of your breasts. You were both happy with your choice of outfit, as your very short dress didn't leave much room for imagination.

"Good thing I'm a woman who knows what she wants," she says, before darting her tongue out to lick a strip across your cleavage.

"And what's that?" You tilted your head to the side out of curiosity.

Her eyes flick up and lock with yours, fully blown and sparkling with something completely expected. "You," she smiled, letting her lips hover just mere inches from your own.

"Then take me, Theo," you whispered against her lips.

"No need to tell me twice," she said with a sadistic smirk. "Now let's see what you've got going on down here." The brunette was quick to kneel before you.

She bites your exposed, pillowy thigh. "Now are we wearing pretty in pink or all see-through?" She asks out of curiosity, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Her cloth covered fingers hike your dress up, and you can't help but take note of the way her eyes light up at the sight of your underwear. She couldn't have been farther off, but her smirk only grew at what she found underneath.

"I didn't peg you as a black pantie kind of person. Let alone having little pink bows," she chuckled, pointer finger toying with one of the bows.

"Looks like you just need to get to know me better," you wiggled your brows.

Theo was smirking so hard, her cheeks were starting to hurt. She hadn't found herself having this much fun in quite a long time. Her teeth bite at your waistband, and slide the lacy panties down your smooth legs.

You feel her tongue dart out and nimbly flick between your legs, and you let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion. But the sensation didn't last long, when Theo swiftly grabbed your hips to turn you around so you were facing away from her.

You laid your hands flat against the table, holding yourself together as Theo spread your legs wider for herself.

The brunette let out a small hum after lifting your dress up and over your ass. Her eyes quickly darted to your lower back tattoo, and she had to physically hold back a groan.

"Now what do we have here?" She couldn't have been more turned on by the discovery as she traced the ink with her gloved finger.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"Love it, baby.." She admitted, before placing a light peck to your ass. Her hands roamed your tattoo, before firmly grabbing each cheek in her hands.

She placed urgent kisses to your cheek before moving even lower to place a feverish kiss to your dripping cunt. Each peck grew more desperate than the last as she placed a featherlight kiss on your clit.

You gripped the edge of the table as heat bloomed, and filled your entire body up to the point where you felt like you would explode.

Just as you started letting out the smallest of noises from her mouth between your legs, the brunette swiftly pulled away. A whine fell past your lips as you turned to face the brunette, who was now stripping herself out of her clothes with a crooked smile.

"Why'd you stop?" You pouted, watching as she started stripping in front of you.

She turned her back to you, and started walking towards an open door, before shouting. "You coming or what? Figured we'd take you somewhere more comfortable before I fuck your brains out."

She had hardly taken two steps before you had eagerly closed the distance between you two and followed her into her bedroom.

Your hands were on her once more, as you both kissed each other with hunger and lust. You both clutched at every inch of fabric, ensuring you were both naked before you had pulled away.

You admired her body, taking her in fully, and you notice her gloves are still on, but decide not to comment. Her own eyes scan you over, darkening with desire as she drinks you in.

Theo pulls you in, before pushing your back against the bed so she could straddle your naked body. Her breasts pressed flush against yours as her lips met yours in a lustrous kiss.

"Now back to where we were..." she mumbled, before sliding her hand down your bare naked body.

Her touch was soft with her glove, and it sent a shiver up your spine as it fell past your navel to lead farther down to the spot she was looking for.

You were looking at the brunette with blown eyes and rosey cheeks, and she swore she felt her heart stop beating in her chest. You were angelic, beautiful, perfect in her eyes.

She knew at that moment that she picked the right person. You gazed at her with a look she had not once seen from another person.

In intimate moments, she would get strange looks for keeping her gloves on, knowing that once she took them off, she would have to deal with another person's feelings. But you were different. There were no uncertain or uncomfortable looks, no unspoken words of you finding her weird.

Just.... love. It was strange but welcome for her, and it was then that she decided to pull away. But this time, for good reason.

Your laid there breathless, holding yourself up on your elbows as you watched her think momentarily before grabbing at her gloves. She was slow to drag them down her arms.

You were silent, allowing her to take her time. It was clear she was thinking hard, visibly fighting off some kind of demon. You were patient with her, and Theo was grateful.

Unbeknownst to you, this act was huge.

You bit your lower lip, watching as manicured hands were revealed, and Theo letting out a determined breath as she gently laid the silk gloves down to the right of you.

She glanced at her hands momentarily before turning her palms towards you, and returning her gaze to your loving eyes.

"May I?" She cleared her throat.

You nodded your head, not fully understanding what approval she was asking for, but happy that she had asked for consent to begin with.

Her hands lowered to your face, gently cupping your cheeks and holding them tenderly as her eyes visibly lit up. Emotion after emotion ran through her brain, but each one was good, forcing a smile to spread across her face.

You felt warm, loving, and accepting. Yet the actions leading up to this moment were still very prominent as well, and she could feel the hunger and desire radiating off of you.

It was as if a switch flicked in her brain, allowing her to be fully comfortable as she pulled you into the most intoxicating kiss of the night. Theo let out the smallest of noises as your arms wrapped around her neck.

She eagerly let her hands wander. Starting at your neck, then over your shoulders, down your chest, and continuing the path lower until she had reached your center.

Nimble fingers dragged your arousal from your hole and up to your clit, before circling the sensitive bud in a swift motion.

"You like this, don't you?" She asked. And with the way she could feel just how horny, needy, and sensitive you were, she had already known your answer. But she wanted to hear it for herself.

"Yess..." She strokes you over and over again, each second passing and her pace growing faster and faster. Waves of pleasure course through your entire body with each delicate and skillful movement.

As your bodies tangled together, you slink your hand between her legs with a wry smile. You wanted to touch her, feel her, make her feel just as good as you were feeling.

Your touch was electric, sending a shiver up her spine and eliciting the smallest of gasps from Theo as her lips parted.

You desperately clung to her, begging her closer with your shaky voice, and hungry kisses. Fingers eagerly slipped inside her wet entrance.

"Theo, don't hold back on me tonight..." You whimpered against her soft lips.

"Wasn't planning to, baby." Her fingers left your button to shove themselves in your cunt. With a newfound frenzy, her pace was rough and demanding.

You were moaning out her name like a prayer as you were fast and rough to match her own pace, wanting her to feel just as you were. "Please, Theo! More!"

As Theo followed your plea, she inserted a third finger into your pussy, making you scream into her mouth as her tongue swirled against your own.

Your free hand raked her back, nails gently scratching at the delicately smooth skin to pull her impossibly closer to you. Theo wasn't as loud as you were, but every gasp and mumble of your name falling past her lips was enough to drive you crazy.

The pressure inside you was begging to be released. Clawing to escape. You ached, longed, and needed to melt with her.

Theo could sense you were close, and allowed your tongue to dance with hers. "Show me what you've got," she mumbled into your mouth between heavy kisses.

As if on command, your rhythm matched her own, and Theo couldn't hold back her moans anymore. Your pussies were so wet, the room filled with squelching and pornographic moans as you were reaching your peak.

"Fuck!" Your moans were loud as pleasure mounts inside you at an alarming rate.

"Come with me!" She demanded, adding her palm to the mix to press roughly against your clit with each thrust of her hand.

You couldn't help but give into her. Giving her all of you. All at once, you felt as if your chest was going to explode. Stars bursted in your eyes, yet the electricity inside you grew impossibly stronger.

All Theo could see, feel, and think was you as you came underneath her. Moans turned to screams as you rode out your high, and Theo fell in line right behind you.

You cried out her name as she came right after, feeling her pussy clench around your digits and her warm, wet come dripping down the palm of your hand.

"My god..." Your legs were a shaking mess as you whimpered against her lips. She had helped you ride out your high for as long as you could handle it. "I-I can't.. Theo it's too much.." you whined, having to pull her hand away from your cunt.

You were both breathing heavy, Theo resting her sweaty forehead against your own as both of you attempted to catch your breaths. The brunette couldn't help but let out an exasperated giggle.

"What's so funny?" You asked with a faux pout, tucking stray brown curls behind her ear.

"I told you I'd have you screaming my name by the end of the night," she teased.

"Who said anything about the night ending so soon?" You quipped back.

You couldn't help the following moans that fell past your lips as Theo was quick to kiss down your naked body to settle herself eagerly between your legs.

"You might want to hold onto something, baby."

Her breath was hot against your pussy, and her tongue darted out to lick a strip up your dripping cunt.

"You're going to need it."

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Webttore anon here... im just gonna go by 🐔 now !!! if thats ok :D sorry for sending so many requests, is it ok if i can request an akademiya Dottore smut with fem reader ? with cunnilingus n stuff :3 if not thats ok! - 🐔

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Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, Afab Reader, Cunnilings, Semi-public,

A/n: Of course you can go by 🐔anon. As long as someone request Webttore I'm always happy to obliged! I do love him and he is such a cutie pootie.

You sighed as you flipped through the pages of an academic book, the house of Daena was quiet as it was very early in the morning. You need to get this research paper done before next week, and archons know that it takes forever to find a book that you need. It takes you forever to find a book you need because 10 other people are also looking for it. You leaned against the plush chair as the book you grabbed wasn’t helping you in the slightest. Why have a book with a name of a subject that you need and not have said subject in it? You shook your head as you got up from your seat. The chairs screeched against the marble floor as you sauntered over to the towering book shelf. You returned the book where you found it and looked around the nearby books. Maybe these books might have what you want. You reached over to one certain book whose title sounded interesting. As your hand touched the spine another more bigger hand engulfed yours. Your body was pressed against another and was caged against the wooden bookshelf. 

“What do we have here?” A cool voice whispered into your ear. You looked up to meet a pair of ruby red eyes staring down yours. You smiled as you placed your weight against the other body.

“Hmm, just looking for a book about Khaenri’ah technology.” You smiled as laid your head against his shoulder. You know who this man is, your dear strange lover Zandik. The taboo scholar who has a strange fascination with Ruin guards. Zandik clicked his tongue as he let go of your hand. 

“If you were looking for books about Khaenri’ah technology you should’ve asked me. I would’ve helped you.” He sighed in annoyance as crossed his arms. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around Zandik. No matter how many times people tell you to not fall in love with Zandik you couldn’t help yourself. He was weird, a mix of good and bad, and that’s what makes him charming. You felt Zandik wrap his arms around your waist hugging you back, well awkwardly but he’s trying. Zandik was guiding you back till your back softly hit the bookshelf. You look up confused on what Zandik had planned before Zandik slammed his lips against yours. It was rough but gentle as he gnawed at your lips asking for an opening. You gladly welcome him in as he shoves his tongue down your throat. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, Zandik hands trailed down your back before grasping your ass. You yelped in surprise, pulling away from the kiss. 

“W-what are you doing?” You stuttered avoiding Zandik’s annoyed gaze.

“Is it not obvious?” He clicked his tongue latching his teeth against your bare neck. 

“But we can’t do it here,” You proclaimed, “what if someone sees?” 

Zandik chuckled against your neck as he pulled away, cupping your cheeks making you look in his eyes.

“Well that would be a problem as I locked the door,” Zandik smiled, “and the Grand Sage is gone as well. So let's have some fun shall we?” Zandik grinded against you, you felt his hardened dick against the layer of clothing. You couldn’t help but moan as you Zandik lifted you up, connecting your lips again. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips as he gently placed you on top of the nearest table. He pulled away mumbling sweet nothings against your ears. You couldn’t help but smile hearing Zandik speak so gently to you. He hates PDA but when it’s just you two, oh how he would praise you more than the archons themselves. You felt his hand trail down your legs before catching the ends of your akademiya uniform. He slowly hiked your dress up till it was all scrunched up at your hips. He played with the ends of your underwear, planting a soft kiss on your lips before kneeling between your legs. He continued to praise you as he slid your underwear off you, letting it hang off your ankles. He smiled as gently blew against your clit. You shudder as he teased you with his lips, pressing gently against your exposed thigh. 

“Please Zandik.” You mumbled hooking your legs around Zandik’s shoulder drawing him in. You felt Zandik smiled against your skin before connecting his lips against your clit. You moaned before cupping your mouth preventing moans from escaping your lips. To Zandik that seemed like an insult, how dare you try to cover yourself up? How dare you try to hide your beautiful voice? Zandik continued his relentless attack against your clit, slurping, licking, biting anything to get you to moan. He gave a playful nip against your clit which caused your hands to fly to his curly blue hair. You gripped his hair so hard it earned a groan from him. He continued his attack against your clit. You couldn’t help but let moans fall out of your mouth. Zandik smiled against your clit, proud that he was able to get you to moan, especially so loudly in such a public area. Zandik slipped two fingers inside your vagina which caused a high pitch moan from you. He pumped them in and out, in and out. The sound of slurping, slapping, and moans were the only words heard inside the empty House of Daena. 

“Please, let me cum. I want to cum Zandik.” You moaned, your voice becoming louder and louder. Zandik didn’t say anything but fastened his pace. His hands pistoning in and out of your soaking hole. Zandik started flicking his tongue against your clit. Your walls clench around his two fingers.

“Ah so good, so perfect.” He mumbled against your clit, “Your vagina sucking my fingers in, so greedy aren’t you?” You gripped his hair arching your back as Zandik attacked a certain part of your clit that just makes you go crazy. Moans were falling out of your mouths, his name chanted like you were praying to the Goddess of Wisdom herself. You felt your stomach coiling up, the feeling of your climax reaching its peak. 

“Cum for me darling.” Zandik groaned against your clit. You let out a high pitch whine of his name, clamping down on his fingers. But Zandik ripped his fingers out of your vagina. You gasped at the lost feeling, but the fingers were quickly replaced by his tongue plunging into your vagina. You moaned, overstimulated but Zandik didn’t care. He lapped up all of your delicious nectar, cleaning you dry. Zandik pulled away, his ruby eyes blown with lust as he crawled up to you giving you a deep kiss. Allowing you to taste yourself. 

“Now it's time to return the favor right?” He chuckled, you smiled, giving him a soft nod. He helped you up, allowing you to kneel down infront of him. He cupped your cheek giving you a wicked smile. Before you two could do anything you heard banging coming from the closed door. Zandik sighed in frustration as he yanked you up. 

“It seems this might have to wait.” Zandik sighed as he walked towards the door, skillfully maneuvering a book to cover his hard on. You quickly adjusted your uniform and hair trying to make it look like nothing happened. You watched as Zandik opened the door, a young scholar walked in. The scholar was rambling about how he needed answer for this one question and the Akasha was not giving him the answers he needed. Zandik rolled his eyes in annoyance, he jerked his head towards the door signaling you to follow him. You sighed as you bid the scholar goodbye and followed Zandik out of the House of Daena. 

“You’re still going to give me that favor.” Zandik whispered in your ear, laughing as he watched your face turn into a deep shade of red.

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

[lakesbian]

@simurghed ok here are some miscellaneous nothing thoughts ive had about undersiders team vacation for you. this is my purest form of autism theres literally nothing interesting under this post just a lot of words of me sticking undersiders into situations. thats not intended as self deprecation just fair warning

if they went in a cave where the tour guide is like "DO NOT TOUCH ANY CAVE FORMATIONS or they will BE DESTROYED, FOREVER, after THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF BEAUTIFUL EXISTENCE" brian would immediately proceed to spend the entire tour staring at aisha and alec instead of looking at the rocks and shit and preparing to grab them if either of them attempts to touch a cave formation. alec would accidentally set his hand on one w/o realizing while huffing and puffing his way up stairs or a steep incline but he would be walking behind the rest of the team so no one would notice and he would pretend it didn't happen

brian accidentally slams his forehead into top of low tunnel everyone is walking through and swears for like 20 continuous seconds and then has to go sit somewhere with an ice pack and the entire time hes like I bet aisha and alec are touching so many fucking cave formations right now.

if the undersiders went on a hike or something where there were like. Ledges. over Long Drops. aisha would without doubt go stand on them and dick around in a spry 13yo manner and it would freak brian out so much he would yell Aisha Middle Name Laborn Get Your Ass The FUCK Down From There!!!!! and then she would pretend to be startled like she was about to fall off for a moment and he would almost have a heart attack and he would be so mad for the entire rest of the day and not let her off the trail at all and keep glaring at her

if they went to a beach they could all wear cute little swimsuits...taylor would have a full bodysuit (dark gray) but mostly just spend time sitting in a chair reading. rachie wouldnt wear a swimsuit but she would just take her dogs up and down the beach on walks in normal clothes and maybe get a bit damp anyway. brian would wear swim trunks and a long-sleeved top because he also feels uncomfortable having too much skin exposed but, like, more quietly. aisha is wearing a purple tankini with one of brians giant t-shirts over top. voluntarily, to be clear, ifeel like someone might misinterpret this as "brian made her" but shes doing that on purpose. i also think she has at least one "nightgown" that is fully a massive shirt stolen from brian but thats besides the point. lisa is wearing a purple bikini with one of those like. flowy half-skirts tied around the bottom. and alec is wearing girls swim shorts and one of those sheer white swim cover tops youre supposed to take off before you get in the water except he's not taking it off

aisha keeps pestering alec to go swimming with her and he's like sure ok and lets her drag him in. and then almost drowns because he doesn't know how to swim and figured he could just "wing it." brian has to dredge him out and he spends several minutes coughing up seawater sopping wet style while brian takes the opportunity to lecture about how he's stupid. and then he spends the next half hour after that complaining about how there is Sand up his Buttcrack.

aisha and alec spend literally like over half an hour just standing next to taylors chair pestering her to make a crab rave happen. she tries to ask lisa for back-up but lisa says she also wants to see the crab rave. so it happens. very clandestinely with only a few crabs.

aisha demands a ride on brian's shoulders into the ocean. he obliges. alec demands to get to go next. he is denied, because brian thinks it would be kind of gay. he doesn't say that, but it's what he's thinking.

i think they should get to have the most miserable time on the planet all waiting for their turns to shower off in the hotel room after going swimming. reasonably they would have multiple rooms but i like to envision theres only one and everyone is shivering and holding malicious intent towards whoever is actively in the shower. they make alec go last because they know how he is with long showers and he just kind of sits tragically on the entry tile in a slowly collecting puddle of sandy water and stares into space looking haunted and intermittently shivering

undersiders trip to history museum. undersiders trip to preserved historical building. undersiders trip to preserved fancy mansion. ive posted about this one before but both alec and brian are enjoying it (for different reasons) while aisha HATES it and it's freaking all three of them out a little. alec is performatively trying to pretend he also thinks it's lame because he's (largely platonically) whipped but then he turns around and asks the tour guide an actual question and he and aisha both know that in this moment he has betrayed and abandoned her. they reconcile via shared advocacy for ice cream afterwards

alec vasil hot and tired of walking frow up incident, no deaths, intense injury to one boy's pride and also his shoes

brian laborns intense and immense joy over getting to organize and use the contents of his cargo shorts

the incredible drama of brian laborn trying to parallel park the van in a really tight spot while lisa and taylor both play unwanted spotter for him and he's like Please. just Let me Concentr-. Just let me do what i need to do just be quiet for a minute . they do stop talking for a minute, during which aisha takes the opportunity to start making fart noises

rachel lindt is fitting so many ouppie dogs in the van and theyre just kind of ferreting between everyones legs and climbing onto laps to stick their heads out the windows and shit. this starts off as something everyone but rachel is mad about but settles into a more amenable cuddle pile situation

undersiders go to aquarium or zoo....zoo would be more fun to witness because alec would complain about it being hot + smelling bad the whole time. lisa has the intelligent idea to quiet him with a blue raspberry slushie

speaking of lisa you know shes going into this entire thing like Taylor Specifically has to have the most funnest specialest time ever. shes always like "ok ill read some dinner options off the phone :)" and then all 5 of them are things taylor specifically would love. and so on and so forth.

alec vasil spotted wandering lost and ghostlike in the modern art gallery

i could go on

[classicsofclassicsofgame]

Game: Mizzurna Falls (PS1)

A scant amount of research is enough to show that Mizzurna Falls has a firm place among the cult classics of its era. Not only is it a heavily Twin Peaks-inspired mystery game with a real-time open world, but it predates other games of its ilk like Shenmue or Deadly Premonition. In a rare W for the livelihoods of Japanese game developers, the director and scenario writer for this game, Taichi Ishizuka, stopped working in the industry a bit after this game and moved to Canada to work as a hiking tour guide. The man just loves the beauty of North America. Who could blame him.

[agaypanic]

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Happy Graduation (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: Instead of going to the senior party after graduation, you and Reese sneak onto the football field after everyone’s gone.

A/N: ik in the show their graduation is in the gym, but my graduation was on the football field

C/W: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), semi public sex (empty football field), clothed sex

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“So, how does it feel to be a high school graduate?” You asked your boyfriend as he helped you get over the tall fence that wrapped around the football field.

Reese made sure you landed on the other side before shrugging and hopping over himself. “I’m kinda surprised they let me graduate in the first place.” You giggled at Reese’s answer.

“I am, too.” Reese gave your ass a teasing swat, fondly rolling his eyes. “What?” You laughed. “You already had to repeat senior year once.”

“Hey! That was on purpose.” You raised a brow at him, and he sighed, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you walked onto the field. “Okay, I was probably already gonna have to repeat it. But I purposefully flunked all the finals. I deserve some credit for that.”

The football field was completely void of people besides you and Reese, a very stark contrast to half an hour ago. Stray balloons and confetti flew around with the soft gusts of wind. It was like a happy ghost town.

You and Reese stopped at one of the goalposts. You looked at him flirtatiously, leaning against the metal pole. “So, why’d you drag me out here, Wilkerson?”

Instead of answering, Reese grabbed your hips and pushed his body against yours. He kissed you with hunger, pinning you to the goalpost. You moaned into Reese’s mouth, hands flying up to knock the graduation cap off his head and tangle your fingers in his hair. One of your boyfriend’s legs wedged its way in between yours, and his hands helped guide your hips to grind back and forth on his thigh.

“Making such a mess on my leg.” Reese tsked against your lips, feeling your wetness slowly soak your panties and getting onto his thigh. “Needy little thing.”

In the heat of the moment, you somehow ended up lying on the rough turf, Reese hovering over you. You could feel his growing erection rubbing against you for relief while Reese kissed and nipped at your neck.

You started whining, lifting your hips to try and get some friction. “Reese, I need you so bad. Please.”

“Being so polite.” He cooed. Reese hastily unzipped your graduation gown, revealing the black satin dress you wore underneath. Reese sat up on the balls of his feet for a moment, tugging off his own gown and handing it to you to use as a pillow so that the turf rocks would get into your hair. While you balled up the fabric and put it under your head, you watched Reese unbuckle his belt and push his slacks down just enough to take himself out of his boxers. 

Reese stroked himself for a moment, becoming fully erect while he watched your chest heave with every breath. He pushed the hem of your dress up your thighs and past your hips, showcasing the lace panties you wore for the momentous occasion. 

“All for me.” He muttered to himself, moving the seat of your panties to the side. Reese sighed at the sight before him. “So wet for me, baby.”

Reese settled over you, kissing you again as he collected your arousal on the tip of his cock before burying himself inside you with one thrust. He practically swallowed the moans and whimpers that came out of your mouth as you adjusted to his size.

When you started to squirm and beg Reese to move, he hiked one of your legs up to hook around his hip before thrusting into you. He started out soft and slow while he whispered sweet nothings to you. But it soon devolved into him ramming in and out of you roughly, the two of you making loud grunts and moans. You wouldn’t be surprised if someone came to investigate your loud noises.

Reese grabbed your other leg and lifted it up, pressing both against your chest while continuing his feverish pace. You shuddered and mewled at the new angle, and your cunt squeezing around Reese signaled to him that you were close.

“Come on, babe, come on.” He panted, kissing at your chest. 

Reese’s hand slid down between your bodies and rubbed your clit with his thumb, not letting up on his brutal pace. The action made you stiffen, the coil deep in your stomach snapping and overwhelming you with euphoria. Reese continued fucking you through your release to chase his own. Head still filled with neediness, and not wanting to lose contact, you wrapped your legs around Reese and locked your ankles. Soon, he was filling you with his seed, hips now moving with a stutter until he staggered to a stop and gently collapsed on top of you.

“That was…” You lost your train of thought, still breathless. “That was hot.” You soon said with a giggle.

Reese lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking at you with dazed eyes. “Do you wanna go back to my house?” He asked, fingers twirling stray strands of your hair.

“Your house is too crowded.” You said with a disappointed sigh. Then you lit up with an idea, giving your boyfriend a smirk. “Let’s go to my place.”

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