#I'M GONNA GUSH ABOUT IT AGAIN OKAY

[blackkatdraws]

HEHHEGGAHHA ARTHUR TELLING BLACK TO GET DOWN THE ROOFTOP😭😭

THEY'RE SO CUTE HELP ME

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[jinhyun]

hehe.

[spidernuggets]

imagine red hood and the reader being friends. They helped patch him up one day and now he won't leave then alone.

Then jason todd meets reader somewhere and they bump into each other quite often.

Now imagine reader gushing to hood about how cute this guy is and how bad they want to kiss him/fuck him/whatever.

I know hood's face would be matching his helmet and he resolved to ask them out the next time they met in his civilian form.

Jason Todd x Reader

Pt. 2

"Are you for fucking real?" You grumbled, half asleep yet a bat in your hands, ready to swing at the predator who knocked all the trinkets of your living roon window sill.

Bright white eyes shone back at you, the giant figure just standing there, though his hand was clutching his side.

"Man, I told you not to come back here," you scoffed, throwing the bat to the ground and getting your first aid.

"I got sliced." The modulated voice replied nonchalantly, heading for your couch.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see it." I muttered, kneeling in front of him, inspecting the wound. "It's not that bad, Red. Should have you fixed up in a couple of minutes.."

"There we are," you sighed, finishing the bandages, admiring your handiwork. "Do you not know how to do this shit yourself or..." You asked, packing away the supplies.

"I like the way you do it." He muttered, patting the bandages, a dumb smile across his face, behind his helmet.

"You staying the night, or do you have to head out again?"

"Go out."

"Don't get yourself hurt again. Okay?" You said, your expression softening as you stood back in front of Red Hood, cradling his helmet in your hands.

He just grunted, getting up and placing his hand on your head in silent assurance that he'll be fine.

The next afternoon, walking around the city as you stumbled across a quaint, charming book shop cafe that you haven't noticed before.

The atmosphere was comfortable when you entered as you walked around the narrow aisle of bookshelves. When you spotted a book that you've been meaning to read for a while at the top shelf, you reached up to grab it, when another hand beat you to it.

You turned to scowl at the person who took your book when you were obviously there first, when you were met eye to eye with a gorgeous stranger. His face was sharp, with jagged scars decorating his face. His nose was big and slightly crooked. His lips were chapped. His eyes were a beautiful mix of blue and green.

Your brain short-circuited, forgetting that you were going to scold the man for taking the book, but isntead, you stood there, looking like a fool as you stared at the man.

But when you realised how creepy you looked, your fight or flight responded with flight, saying absolutely nothing as you tried to walk away, mentally slapping yourself for the awkward interaction.

"You like Austen?" The gruff voice said. A familiar voice, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You turned back to the stranger.

"Uhm.. I guess.. I'm not much of a book person, but I've wanted to read 'Emma' for a while now," you sheepishly said.

He nodded. "It's good." He said, handing you the book.

You stared at it. "Are you not gonna.."

"I've read it a bunch of times." He said, taking your wrist and putting the book in your hand. "You take it."

"Oh.. thanks.." You muttered.

"Jason." He said, extending out his hand as you shook it back, giving your name in return. Jason held back from an accidental slip of an 'I know.'

"Sorry for taking it off, you," he said. "I was just a little too eager to see the book. Can I get you some coffee while we're still here?"

Your eyes widened. "Oh! You don't have to real-"

He took your wrist, taking you to the coffee shop. Honestly, you were beginning to think this guy was a serial killer from how eager he was. But it was free coffee that you weren't willing to turn down.

"I met this guy today at a book and cafe shop I ran into," you said as you focused on wrapping bandages around Red Hood's bicep. This information made his ears perk up, remembering the little meet-up the two of you had.

"Oh yeah? Gonna replace me?" He said.

You scoffed. "No. But he was pretty hot," you said nonchalantly. "He had scars all over his face. And a great nose..." You muttered as Red Hood tilted his head.

"His nose?"

You looked up at him, a suggestive glimmer in your eyes. Red Hood shifted on your couch, suddenly feeling hot and uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat. "Is the nose the first thing you notice in a guy?"

"Not usually. His was just very distinct. I might go again tomorrow to see if he'd show up again."

And he did. He was already there the second you stepped in. And once he saw you, he was already walking up to you, seemingly determined to get to know you.

"Oh my god, Red!" You squealed that night. "He's actually so fine, you don't understand!"

Usually, Red Hood stops by because, according to him, he 'likes the way you patch him up'. But he just dropped by, unharmed because he felt like it. Also, he knew you'd talk about this Jason guy and wanted to hear what you think of him.

"His thighs- ugh!! I need my head in between them now!"

"My thighs not enough for you, sweetheart?" He muttered.

You rolled your eyes. "If I knew what you looked like, then maybe. Anyway, don't interrupt me. His hands?? I need to suck on his fingers, oh my god."

Red Hood shifted in his seat, his pants feeling tighter than usual.

But you continued. "His lips were pretty chapped. Don't ask me why I was looking at his lips, but man! I actually need him to shove his tongue down my throat. I need him to put me in a chokehold in between his biceps, I need to suck on his pecs. I can go on about the absolute VILE thoughts of what I'd let him do to me-"

Red Hood stood up. "And I don't wanna be here to hear them." He said, almost stuttering. "I'll come back tomorrow night."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I'd expect it."

When Jason got back to his safe house, running an extremely cold shower while his hand was tight around his cock, he tried getting those filthy images that you described out of his mind.

Jason was a slow pace man, so as much as he was on the verge of tossing his helmet off, giving you the fantasy of stuffing your mouth with his tongue, he wanted to do the least and ask you on a date first.

SORRY ANON I wasn't sure how to conjure up the whole date thing. I might make a part 2 if interested!!

[bapeach]

KK's "twin"

This is my longest fic so far and I'm gonna be honest, it's not great. I lowkey hate it because the ending is very rushed and I don't love the overall vibe, but I also didn't wanna just get rid of the whole thing. I promise I'll try to post a better fic soon! I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes and as always I hope you enjoy. :) (Also, I'm sorry if the translated part is incorrect, my French isn't what it used to be 😅) Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 7.1k+  Summary: When the team finally gets to meet KK's beloved cousin, Paige realizes that her type has changed. ------------

Today was the day. The day you’d finally visit KK at UConn, and she couldn’t be more excited. You were KK’s 2-year-older cousin, and honestly? She thought of you as her role model. Every time she saw you, she’d beg you to transfer to UConn so you two could hang out more. You never really paid any mind to it, though. You liked your own school, had great friends, and had a starting position on your basketball team. Of course, you missed the younger girl when you didn’t see each other for months at a time, her being your favorite cousin and all, but it wasn’t enough for you to enter the transfer portal. 

KK looked as if she was about to combust, unable to sit still in her excitement. “You guys are gonna love her so much! She’s so funny. I mean, not as funny as I am, but still! She’s like my twin, for real,” KK gushed to her team as they all sat in the locker room getting ready for practice. She ignored the looks the girls gave each other, continuing to sing your praises, too enthusiastic to let them bring her mood down. 

It’s not like the team wasn’t looking forward to meeting you. Not at all! It’s just that they’d had to listen to KK’s excited rambling for days now, and it was getting a little old. Hell, they hadn’t even met you and they already knew your favorite foods, the movies you liked, the inside jokes you two had and even the name of your first pet! So, yeah, the girls were getting a little tired of the young guard’s constant yapping. They were also a bit nervous. They loved KK to bits, but they weren’t sure they’d be able to handle two of her. 

KK was no doubt the life of the party, always hyping people up and bringing smiles to everyone’s faces. Some people said she reminded them of a puppy with her endless energy and youthful joy. This was often a good thing, seeing as there was never a boring moment when she was around. The older teammates did, however, have to rein her in a bit when things got too chaotic and loud. So, yeah, the fact that there would be two of her, both constantly egging each other on, was a bit scary.

As the girls make their way to the court, KK continues talking about all the things you guys would do when you got here and how she was going to convince you to transfer. “It’s gonna work this time!” she swore. Seeing coach Geno already there waiting for them, the basketball players step up their pace, trying not to piss off the older man (Okay, and maybe to get away from KK, though they’d never admit that to the girl).

Once they’re all huddled around the coach, listening to today’s plans, Paige looks over at Nika across from her. The blonde raises her eyebrows, widening her eyes as she huffs a little, as if to say, “Finally, she’s quiet,” making Nika grin. Azzi, having seen the whole interaction, gives Paige a push and shakes her head with an eye roll and a smile. The blue-eyed guard simply sends her a playful wink, letting her know she’s just kidding. As the team scatters to start their drills, Paige walks over to KK, slinging an arm around her. While she’d rather not hear about how good of a basketball player you are or how well you pull off pranks, again, she knows it’ll make her friend happy.

Having been split up into groups, KK, Paige, Azzi, Nika, and Aaliyah walk over to one side of the gym for their exercises. “So, at what time is this legendary Y/N even coming?” the Croatian girl asks. “Uhh, she said she’d probably get here a little after practice ends,” KK replies with a beaming smile. “You guys will join us for lunch, right?” she asks, looking up at Paige with wide, hopeful eyes. The blonde catches the ball Aaliyah throws at her, bouncing it on the floor a few times as she looks at the teammates. Seeing them all nod with a shrug, she smiles at the freshman, “Sure thing, KK.”.

While you had originally planned on arriving a little after practice, letting KK shower and get ready in peace, you’d changed your plans. Your coach, an old friend of Geno’s, had let UConn’s coach know you’d be touring the university. The older man had given you a call, letting you know you could stop by practice if you wanted to “see how they do it in Connecticut”. You’d agreed, letting him know you appreciated the invitation. You had to admit, you were excited. You’d get to see your best friend in action, meet her beloved team, and scout the competition a little. 

Arriving at Gampel Pavilion, you eagerly make your way inside. You open the big double doors to the court, making sure not to slam them so as to not disturb the players. You immediately walk over to coach Auriemma, shaking his hand and telling him it’s an honor to meet him. While you loved your own coach dearly and were thankful for everything she’d done for you, part of you wishes you’d committed to UConn to learn from the Geno Auriemma. 

As you two talk about your basketball experiences, you hear a loud yell. “TWINNNN!” KK screams, sprinting over to you. You barely have enough time to turn around to catch the younger girl as she flings herself at you. You stumble back a bit before catching your footing and gripping her tightly. “Hey there, Kiddo,” you chuckle at her glee and the way she’s clinging onto you. When she finally lets you go, you take a step back, crossing your arms with a tiny smirk on your face. Her team had walked over after hearing the commotion, wanting to finally meet the amazing Y/N.

When KK had called you her twin and a slightly less cool version of herself, the athletes had not expected this. Paige gulped nervously, giving you a once-over. You stood next to KK, towering over her as you matched Jana’s height, standing at 6’5”. You were wearing a navy shirt with black Nike sweats and matching sneakers, a dog tag necklace glinting on your chest. Your arms were covered with patchwork tattoos while a nose piercing twinkled under the bright gym lights. Paige had seen you were wearing a few chunky rings when you were hugging KK, one of which looked like a snake coiling around your finger. 

Your dark eyes roam over the team, making some of the younger girls shift their weight a little, feeling slightly intimidated by your intense vibe. If you didn’t look so scary, the team would’ve laughed at the stark difference between you and KK. While the shorter girl gave off golden retriever vibes, you were like a black cat. Your sharp jaw and big muscles made sure people didn’t mess with you, and the smirk on your face made you look like you knew everyone’s secrets. You looked fearless. 

While Paige was always pretty confident and never really got nervous around anyone, she felt her throat go dry as her hands became clammy the longer she looked at you. “Hey, I’m Y/N,” you said, your voice low and steady. Paige felt a wave of emotion wash over her, but she couldn’t figure out which one. 

You see the girl you recognize as Nika open her mouth to introduce herself. Before she gets the chance to, KK starts introducing everyone, adding her usual sass. Though you were already familiar with everyone, your cousin having shown you plenty of pictures of everyone, all with funny stories attached to them, you give her your full attention with a soft grin.

“..., and that’s Azzi, she’s coach’s favorite,” she playfully frowns before finishing the introductions, “And that over there is P Boogers, she always bullies me.” You look over as KK points at each girl, hearing Paige scoff at the freshman’s description of herself. You look the blonde up and down, raising an eyebrow in amusement as she catches your eye, a blush creeping up her face. “Cute,” you think to yourself. 

“Nice to meet you guys! KK has told me all about you,” you say with a grin, slinging your arm over KK’s shoulder as you rub her head in a teasing way. You hear the girls laugh as your cousin pushes you away with a huff. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here until after practice?” she questions, fixing her hair. “What? And miss seeing you in action?” you smirk. 

“Alright ladies, this is all very sweet, but we’ve still got 30 minutes of practice left, so let’s keep going! You need to warm up, kid, or are you good to go?” coach Geno calls out, turning to you towards the end of his sentence. “I’m ready, sir,” you grin. He sends you a nod, bouncing a basketball your way. You catch it before letting it spin on your pointer finger. “Alright huskies, split up into teams for a scrimmage. I trust you’re all old enough to choose your own team without fighting!” the coach's voice booms loudly.

KK immediately jumps on your back, yelling, “Dibs!”, right into your ear. You wince, telling her to get off as you roll your eyes. You pretend you’re annoyed, but it’s clear that you’re just kidding, finding it endearing how much the younger girl clings to you. 

During the scrimmage, you impress the athletes around you with your near-perfect shots, great form, and high basketball IQ. “No wonder she’s a starter for her team,” the girl sporting a #5 jersey thinks to herself. While she usually never really struggles to lock in and focus on the game, she finds herself getting distracted by the way you move with power yet grace. 

After you finish your game, your team having won by 2 points, you get a few pats on the shoulder from the girls. “Not too shabby,” Nika teases with a smirk. “Yeah, KK could learn a thing or two from you,” Ice says with a mischievous grin, narrowly avoiding a slap aimed at her arm by the girl in question. “See what I mean? I’m always getting bullied for no reason,” the freshman complains with a frown. “It’s okay, Kiddo… I’m sure you’ll be as good as me one day,” you say, patting her shoulder before sending her a smirk as you finish your sentence. 

“Heyyyy! You guys are so rude,” she groans before stomping off to the locker room. You only chuckle, walking over to the sidelines where you’d left your bag. You bend down to grab your bottle, squeezing some water into your mouth. Once you feel refreshed, you close the lid, wiping away the drops that missed your mouth. 

As you look up, you see Paige staring at you, swallowing harshly before looking away once you make eye contact. You grin to yourself before lifting your bag over your shoulder and following the girls towards the locker room. As you pass by Paige, who tries her best but fails to avoid looking at you, you send her a wink. This is gonna be fun.

Once everyone is ready, you decide to split up into different cars to meet up at your nearest McDonald’s. Of course, KK sprints off towards your car before anyone else has time to decide who will drive. You just chuckle, crossing your arms as you look at the other girls to see who else will join you. “Nika, Paige, and I will also come with you if that’s okay?” Azzi smiles softly at you. “Fine by me,” you return the gesture. “Alright, cool,” Nika says. You all turn towards Paige when you don’t hear a reaction from her. 

It’s not like Paige wanted to ignore the conversation happening around her. She just couldn’t stop looking at the way your muscles were flexing as you crossed your arms. It’s not like she had a crush on you or anything! She was just… appreciating your physique! Yeah, that’s it! 

You smirk a little as Azzi nudges Paige. Heat creeps up the blonde’s face as she realizes everyone is looking at her, waiting for a reply. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s cool,” she stutters, hoping that she replied the right thing to whatever they’d just asked her. You chuckle softly as you turn around and start walking toward where KK is impatiently waiting. “God, took you guys long enough! Let’s gooooo, I’m hungry,” she complains. 

Once everyone gets into the car, you plug in your phone and start playing your latest playlist. Making sure everyone is wearing their seatbelt, you shift the car into gear and start driving. You spend the next 15 minutes listening to KK’s chatting, smacking her hand away from your phone whenever she tries to change a song. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you glance into your rearview mirror, once again making eye contact with Paige. You send her a soft smile, not wanting to embarrass her. She sends you a nervous smile before turning back to Nika, who was mumbling something about her psychology class.

When you arrive at the fast food joint, you all pile through the door, moving towards the nearest free tables. The conversation flows easily between you and the team, everyone becoming more at ease in your presence. While you were definitely a lot scarier than KK, you two did share some similar traits. Both of your smiles could light up a dark room, you had the same humor (though KK’s was a bit more immature), and you had the same mannerisms. The longer you all hung out, the more everyone realized that though you looked like you could easily knock them out, you were very kind. You always gave your full attention to everyone talking to you, never interrupting them. You made sure to include the quieter girls when you thought they might feel left out. You shared your food with the ball of energy next to you without a word, simply pushing your fries closer to her…

Paige couldn’t help feeling warmth spread through her chest. It’s just… it was sweet to see you treat one of her favorite people with so much love… “Yeah, that’s it,” the UConn star thought to herself. She simply appreciates you as a person and could see herself becoming really good friends with you!

Paige gets shaken out of her thoughts as she hears Azzi speak. “So Y/N, how come you didn’t commit to UConn?”. She turns to you, seeing you lean back a bit to cross your arms before replying. “Well, I actually almost enrolled here-” you start before getting interrupted by KK’s mumbling, “You should’ve”. You grin at her pouting before continuing, “It took me a while to choose a school. I had to pick between academics and athletics. While UConn is a really good uni for academics as well, my university just had a better program.”

Paige bites her lip as she watches you talk. It was so alluring. The way you were able to keep everyone’s attention with your low, raspy voice. “While I obviously love basketball, it felt less important to me than my studies. Besides, it’s not like my school’s basketball team sucks, they’re great! Maybe not UConn great, but we can hold our own,” you grin, hearing the girls around you chuckle. 

“You know, KK has talked about you nonstop for days, but we still don’t even know what your major is,” Aaliyah says. You shake your head in amusement at the young girl’s ability to say so much while simultaneously not really saying anything at all. “I’m an English major,” you say with a small smile. “Oooh, so you know all the big words? Fancy,” Nika says with a teasing smile on her face. “She does!” KK raves, “She can also speak like 10 languages!”. 

You roll your eyes at the exaggeration, but your smile grows with her enthusiasm. “Okay, chill, it’s not that many.” “You speak other languages? Which ones?” Nika asks, leaning forward with interest. “Well, obviously I speak English,” you grin as everyone chuckles. “But besides that, I can also speak French, Spanish, and a bit of German… Oh! And I’ve been learning a bit of sign language on the side, but I’m still looking for proper classes for that,” you explain. Looking around, you see everyone’s eyes widen as their mouths drop open. “Holy shit!” you hear someone mumble. 

“Yo, you should say something in French!” you hear Ice say. “Uh, sure, what do you want me to say?” you ask. You see the girls all look at each other, trying to find something you could say. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” you hear Azzi’s soft voice beside you as she sends you a gentle smile. “Alright, let’s see,” you clear your throat. 

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Y/N ! J'ai vingt ans et j'étudie l'anglais. Mon hobby est le basket-ball, bien sûr, mais j'aime aussi lire. Je suis fille unique, mais j'ai quelques cousins dont je suis assez proche. Mon meilleur ami est KK. Uhhh, je n'ai pas de petite amie mais j'y travaille,” you say, looking at Paige for the last sentence with a mischievous grin. (“Hello, my name is Y/N! I'm twenty years old and I'm an English major. My hobby is basketball, of course, but I also like to read. I'm an only child, but I have a few cousins I'm quite close with. My best friend is KK. Uhhh, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm working on that.”)

Paige flushes as she looks away. She’d been staring at you the whole time, chewing her lip. The blonde was completely enthralled by your French accent. Even speaking a different language, you spoke with full confidence, which sent another wave of emotion through her stomach. 

The girls around you look at you impressed. After explaining what you just said, skillfully leaving out the last part, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Before you’ve even fully disappeared from everyone’s view, Azzi knocks her elbow into Paige’s arm. Quickly looking away from your retreating figure, the blue-eyed girl looks at her best friend, letting her know she’s listening. “Hm?” she hums, pretending the brunette hadn’t caught her staring again.

“She’s so into you,” she replies in a hushed voice, making sure no one overheard her. “What?” Paige questions, her eyes wide. Her tone has a certain… desperation? No. Not desperation, because Paige doesn’t like you like that… she’s just uhh intrigued by you… Yeah, that sounds right…

“Mhmmm,” the team’s princess hums, “did you notice how she left out the last part of her translation?” “What?” Paige repeats, “Of course not, I can’t speak French… But you can!”. The blonde’s voice rises at the end of her sentence, gaining the attention of her team around her. She just grins at them sheepishly before asking Azzi to tell her what you’d said, her voice urgent.

The brunette shakes her head, chuckling in amusement at how smitten Paige already seemed, only having met you a few hours prior. “Calm down, lovergirl.” “Azz, come on! She’s gonna be back soon,” the enamored girl whines, acting like a little kid. Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning even closer to her best friend, “She said she’s not dating anyone… but she’s working on that…”. Paige frowns for a second. Not because she doesn’t like the idea of you dating anyone else! Just because she’s not sure what any of that has to do with her. “God, you’re so oblivious sometimes, P. Did you not see the way she was looking at you while she said that? The way she’s been looking at you this whole time actually?”

The star athlete doesn’t get the chance to reply, seeing as you’d already returned back to your seat. It was probably for the better though, sass clear on the blonde’s face. None of it mattered anyway. The blue-eyed girl is pretty sure you were looking at her the way you were looking at everyone. “And besides, even if she did like me, it’s not like I’d care… she’s not exactly my type,” the girl thought to herself. 

And you weren’t really. Paige had had her fair share of girlfriends and flings, all more on the… well… girly side. Girls that knew nothing about basketball, loved makeup, and were scared of breaking a nail. She’d never been with anyone taller than her. Someone that was more likely to carry her around on tiresome hiking dates. Paige wasn’t used to anyone being able to make her so flustered just by a simple look, always being the one to make other girls blush with a few well-aimed flirty grins. 

Azzi knew her best friend. She could read her like an open book even when she tried to be sneaky. Because let’s be honest, if there’s one thing Paige isn’t, it’s subtle. Whenever the blonde liked a girl, she’d stare at them, holding eye contact like her life depended on it and making them feel like they were the only people in the world. She’d flirt by annoying the hell out of them, knowing they couldn’t be mad at her when she’d send them her signature smirk. And so, because Azzi knows her so well, she could clearly tell that Paige was head over heels. It was cute to see the otherwise so confident girl flush red, stumble over her words, and zone out looking at you while still trying to deny her crush. 

“We should all hang out at Pazzi’s dorm!” KK says eagerly, “We can have a sleepover!”. Paige rolls her eyes at the ship name between her and her best friend. “‘Xcuse me? Do we not get any say in that?” she replies sassily. “Hmmm, no,” KK grins. “Whatever,” the blonde responds, faking her annoyance. She was actually pretty excited at the thought of spending more time with you. Of course, she didn’t let that show. She didn’t want Azzi to give her that knowing look of hers.

After finishing your meals and a lot more laughing, you all get up to go to Paige and Azzi’s dorm. As you’re walking towards your car, you let the girls go ahead of you, hanging back a little to keep talking to KK. You look up as you hear your cousin stop mid-sentence, a frown forming on her face. Paige, Azzi, and Nika had already reached your car, the blonde leaning against the passenger seat. “What? Nuh-uh, I get to sit in front!” KK speeds over with a scowl. “You snooze, you lose, Camera,” the blue-eyed girl smirks. “Y/N! Tell her to move,” your cousin demands, swiveling her head around and looking at you with a pout. You look between the two, both blue and brown eyes staring at you with hope. 

You shrug lightly with a smile, “Sorry kid, you should’ve called shotgun.” KK huffs as she stomps her foot, making her teammates laugh. “You’re supposed to be on my sideee,” she whines as you unlock the car and get in. You only chuckle, looking in your rearview mirror to see her pouting with her arms crossed. “Play nice, Kam,” you say with a warm smile. She replies by sticking her tongue out and looking away in annoyance. You can tell she’s not actually mad though, the corners of her mouth curling up against her will. You two could never stay mad at each other anyway, always apologizing within a few hours of an argument. 

As you’re driving and asking the directions from the blonde beside you, you can’t help stealing glances at her. She looked so peaceful, nodding along to the beat of the songs on the radio as she tapped her fingers against her thighs. You weren’t afraid to admit you were attracted to the well-known player, even before getting to know her. You’d seen quite a few of her games, even played against her one time (though she probably didn’t remember, you looked quite different back then, and your last name wasn’t that uncommon). You really admired the girl if you were being honest. 

On the court she was an amazing player, the stats proved that. And she didn't win all those prizes for nothing. You liked the way she never gave up. The way she led her team, even when they felt like all was lost. You also knew she had a really high basketball IQ, the way she seemed to be able to know what was gonna happen on the court before it had even happened.

Off the court she was a great person as well. You hadn't known her for that long, but KK had told you plenty of stories about all the funny moments she'd had with the blonde. During late-night facetimes, when the vibe had calmed down, KK would tell you all about how the #5 player had helped her. It didn’t matter if your cousin needed help with certain shots she struggled with or with her schoolwork, Paige was always there when she needed it. And anyone KK spoke of that highly? Well, they were immediately good in your book. 

When you guys are about halfway to campus, Paige's phone rings. Glancing over, you see the caller ID read Ice Spice. You could only assume it was the #25 player calling. You see the blonde scrunch her face together in confusion as she taps "Accept." "Wassup, Ice? You're on speaker," she says, holding the phone in between you two. "Hey, we were thinking of stopping at the store real quick to get some snacks. Whatchu guys want?" You hear Ice's voice crackle through the phone. You wait until everyone has answered before asking them to bring your favorite snack and drink. You also ask them to bring some other candy that you know KK really likes but always seems to forget about. As you look back, you see that the young girl has already long forgotten about the phone call, being too busy playing a game on her phone. You roll your eyes fondly.

When you get to the apartments, you park the car and walk towards the trunk. You hand everyone their bags, holding onto your own as well as your cousin's as you listen to her bicker with Paige. You hear Nika butt in every once in a while to tease both girls, her Croatian accent coming out a little. Walking up to the agreed-upon dorm, you fall back a little as you make quiet conversation with Azzi.

You really vibed with Azzi. She was calm and pretty quiet, but she didn't bite her tongue when she disagreed with something. You liked how mature she was but still managed to quip back with a witty comeback to make everyone laugh. 

You liked the whole team, really. The way they all acted like older sisters to KK. While being around the same age as her, you tell they felt a sense of protectiveness over your baby cousin. You saw as they all took turns making sure she was okay, keeping an eye out for her at all times. It warmed your heart.

When you all reach the dorm, you walk in, putting down your and KK’s bags somewhere near the door. “Y/N! Sit next to me!” KK hollers from where she’s seated on the couch. You chuckle in amusement as you walk over, plopping down next to her. You sling an arm around her and pull her a little closer. You feel the freshman relax against you as you both listen to Paige and Nika’s bickering. Azzi sits down next to you, giving you a gentle smile before turning to give her best friend a disapproving look as the girl says something out of pocket to Nika.

Sitting here, totally at ease, made you realize that in the few hours you’d known the girls, they’d made you feel completely at home in their little group. You continue to listen to the chattering around you, joining the conversation whenever you need to before hearing a loud banging on the door. “Oh my godddd”, you hear Paige groan as she gets up. Opening the door, she says, “Y’all needa fucking chillll, bro,” before letting the rest of the team in. 

Everyone finds a place to settle down before handing out the snacks and drinks. When you get your stuff handed to you, you give the candy to KK. She immediately shoots up from where she was lying against your side. You grin at her as she looks at you with wide eyes before flinging herself back down against you in a hug. 

“This is why you’re my favorite cousin!” she fake cries, making the team chuckle at her dramatics. You smile down at her as you pat her head before looking up when you hear someone say, “So… what’re we gonna do?”. Everyone looks at each other, shrugging a little. “Games and a movie?” Azzi suggests softly. 

Not being able to say no to the people’s princess, everyone agrees before splitting up into groups to play different games. Ice and Aaliyah immediately get up to go play Fortnite on Paige’s Xbox while some of the other girls run off to go play Roblox on Paige and Azzi’s laptops. 

You stay seated as Azzi walks over to the cupboard to grab a deck of Uno for you, KK, Paige, Nika, and herself. Before the brunette even gets the chance to take out the cards, the blonde turns to the Croatian girl to talk shit. “You ready to lose again, Mool?” she teases, completely butchering Nika’s last name. “I hope you play better than you talk shit, Boogers,” the Croatian quips back. You feel KK sit up properly as she grins, having regained her energy, “Less talking, more playing, losers. You guys are going downnn.”

15 minutes later you think you might pass out. 

Have you ever laughed this much before? Turns out Nika is notoriously bad at Uno, somehow always forgetting to yell the word when she has one card left. Apparently Paige is strangely good at pulling +2 cards while Azzi somehow always manages to have all of her cards be the same color. You were the only normal player, seeing as KK kept trying to (and somehow succeeding to?) cheat by looking at everyone’s cards and by putting down multiple cards when no one was looking. After a while, you decide to stop playing, seeing as Nika looks like she’s about to kill Paige if she gets another +2 card. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon laughing as you play games and tell stories. When it hits dinner time, you order a few pizzas. You all decide to play rock-paper-scissors to see who has to go get them. You’re glad to see the Croatian girl is better at that than Uno, seeing as you weren’t sure it would end well if she lost again. 

Once Ashlynn and Caroline leave, you all find a spot around the tv to watch some movies. You’re still seated on the couch next to KK and Azzi, with Nika and Paige sitting beside them.

“Alright, I think it’s my turn to choose a movie,” Paige says in a matter-of-fact way. “What? No way it’s already your turn again!” Ice protests. “Uhm? Yeah, it is? Aubrey picked last time, so it’s my turn again,” she frowns offendedly. “I swear to God if you make us watch that movie again,” Aaliyah grumbles from her spot on the floor. “Hey! Love & Basketball is a really good movie!” Paige raises her voice defensively, “Right, Azzi?”. 

“Yeah, sure, ask the one person who loves the movie as much as you do,” Nika grins. The blue-eyed girl looks around the room with a frown before settling her eyes on you. Her face softens. “What do you think of the movie, Y/N?”. Her eyes are wide and innocent looking, you think you can even see a sparkle of hope swimming around in them.

You raise your eyebrows slightly as everyone turns towards you expectantly. You clear your throat a little. “I, uhh, haven’t seen it yet,” you shrug slightly. Paige’s mouth drops open. “IT’S DECIDED, WE’RE WATCHING IT!” she yells, making the girls around her groan. You grin at the girl, glad to see she’s gotten more comfortable around you, showing her more playful side instead of the nervous side you’d been seeing (though she looked cute either way). “Okay, okay, calm down, P,” Azzi chuckles at her excitement. “We’re gonna watch multiple movies anyway, so why don’t we let Y/N pick the first movie and then watch yours after?”. You see the team nod their heads eagerly at the idea of not having to watch Paige’s movie just yet.

You look over at Paige, who playfully scratches her chin in thought. “Okay, fine… But only because I’m not in the mood for it yet,” she says. “Right… not in the mood for your favorite movie… or maybe you’re head over heels for Y/N, who will tell?” Azzi thinks with a small smile on her face. 

“So, Y/N/N, what’s it gonna be?” Nika asks with her signature teasing smirk. Once you tell them your favorite movie, you start chatting about school and basketball, waiting for the food to arrive. You see Paige get up out of the corner of your eye as she mumbles something about getting everything ready. Azzi nods, getting up as well to help the blonde with the plates and cups. Your eyes follow their retreating figures until they disappear into the kitchen area. You hoped you’d be able to talk to the blue-eyed girl alone before you had to leave again, wanting to see if you were right thinking she liked you back.

When Paige and Azzi get to the kitchen, they don’t speak at first, silently moving in sync as if they were two parts of a whole. Seeing as the blonde isn’t going to say anything, Azzi opens her mouth. “So… Are you gonna make a move?” 

Paige whips her head towards the brunette so fast you’d think she got whiplash. “What? What do you mean? Make a move on who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rambles as her cheeks flush red. Azzi grins at her friend’s nervousness before placing her hand softly on the girl’s arm. “Relax, P, it’s just us here.”. 

“I’m chill, I just don’t like Y/N like that,” she replies, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge so she has something to do with her hands. “If you don’t like her, then how did you know who I was talking about?” Azzi looks at her with a gentleness that makes Paige freeze.

“Oh my god… I like Y/N…” the blonde thinks as her eyes go wide. Seeing her reaction, her best friend pulls her into a hug. “Ask her out,” she whispers into the panicking girl’s ear. “No! No, I can’t! I mean, she probably doesn’t even like me back… And even if she did, she’s KK’s cousin… that’d be weird, right?” the wide-eyed girl rambles. The brunette doesn’t get the chance to reply as loud knocking is heard on the front door. Paige pulls away with a certain urgency as she speeds out of the kitchen to let the girls in. Azzi shakes her head with a sigh, “Let’s hope Y/N has more balls,” she mumbles to herself.

Walking to the living room with the paper plates and cups, Azzi sees Paige already sitting back in her spot, leaving an empty spot next to you for herself. “P, swap with me,” she says, standing in front of the blonde. Paige’s eyes widen as she asks, “Why?” “Cus I said so,” the brunette rolls her eyes, “I need to talk to Caroline.” Paige gulps as she scooches closer to you.

You send her a soft smile, being able to feel nerves radiate off of her in waves. It was cute seeing how much a nervous mess she was near you. You’d seen enough edits of her on your TikTok to know she was usually extremely confident. So seeing her like this? Completely flushed, avoiding eye contact, and even sometimes stuttering over her words, she looked adorable.

As you all start watching the movie, you feel KK lean against you as she finally starts mellowing out. You knew it was coming. You’d been around the younger girl enough to know she was very high energy throughout the whole day, but the second you two sat down, in the comfort of your safe space, she’d become quiet, finally being at ease. 

You all eat your food, watching your favorite movie, and you can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever. Once the end credits play, the girls around you praise your movie choice before playfully complaining about the fact that it was now turn for Paige’s movie. You all joke around a little more before you decide to finally watch the movie, not wanting to go to bed too late. As the first lines get spoken, the blonde loudly shushes everyone with a wide grin, leaning forward a little to fully enjoy the movie. 

While you’re sure Love & Basketball is a great movie, you don’t pay attention for a second. How could you? When Paige was sitting so close to you, subconsciously having leaned in a little. Her warm thigh pressed against yours as she mouths all the words. It makes your heart flutter.

Throughout the movie, some girls get up, mumbling about going to bed before disappearing with a wave and a sleepy smile. When the movie comes to an end, only a handful of people are left. You look around, making sure not to wake KK from where she has fallen asleep against you. “Did everyone fall asleep?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it looks like it,” Paige grins.

The blonde gets up, grabbing the cups and plates around her. You get up as well, making sure KK is still comfortable, before helping the blue-eyed girl bring the dishes away. You work in silence until you get to the kitchen. “You were right, you know?” you say with a grin. “Hm,” Paige hums, looking at you before breaking eye contact nervously. 

“You were right, it was a good movie,” you say, stepping a bit closer to her. “Yeah?” Paige asks with a grin, “Did you also love the part where they dyed their hair in the janky gas station?” “Yeah, that was a really good part,” you say, sliding even closer to her. Your heart flutters as you hear her laugh, slapping a hand in front of her mouth to not wake up the girls. “You didn’t watch the movie at all, did you?” she says, her eyes twinkling.

You send her a smirk, standing in front of her as she’s leaning against the counter. “You caught me,” you say, not even feeling embarrassed about it. She laughs, heat rising in her cheeks at your proximity, before asking, “What did you even do for the past 2 hours?” You shrug, leaning a little closer, “I guess I was just enjoying the view.” Paige flushes a bright red. 

She clears her throat and looks everywhere but at you. “Ahem, the uhhh, the girls like you a lot,” she stammers, picking at her nails. “Oh yeah?” you grin, “That’s nice… I like them too…” “Mhm… You know, when KK told us about you, we didn’t expect you to be like this at all. I mean, she called you her twin all the time, so we envisioned an exact copy of her. She always called you the less cool version of herself. We didn’t expect you to be so badass. I mean, like, your tattoos! They’re cool! Yeah, cool….,” the blonde rambles, her sentence trailing off as she cringes at how awkward she is.

Your eyes crinkle as your smile grows. “Paige…” you say softly, making her look up at you. “Relax,” you mumble, taking another step closer as you grab her hips. You give them a light squeeze before saying, “Listen, I like you. I’ve always admired you from afar, but now that I’ve spent a day with you, I’ve realized that I want to be more than just a friend… So, I would really like to take you on a date if you’d let me?”

You look down at her, slightly nervous about what she’ll reply. When you see her tense up, you soften your grip, getting ready to take a step away. You worry you misread the situation, but before you can step back, Paige relaxes as a bright smile makes its way onto her face. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be nice,” she grins. 

You smile widely. Paige’s eyes dart all over your face, properly taking you in. Her eyes linger on your lips for a second before they return to yours. You lean a little closer, testing the waters and giving her the chance to pull away. When she doesn’t, you lean in all the way, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as she closes her eyes. When you pull back, her body follows yours, not quite ready to end the kiss just yet. 

Opening her eyes, she looks at you with a grin, biting her lip in excitement. This all felt so new and exhilarating. Completely different from her past relationships but a good different. She felt like she could explode from the giddy feeling in her stomach. 

Leaning in to kiss you again, a loud gasp can be heard. You both pull away quickly as you turn around to see KK standing there with wide eyes, her mouth dropped open. You look at her with a worried look in your eyes. While you did really like Paige, you’d never date her if KK wasn’t okay with it. 

For a moment no one says anything. You open your mouth to apologize, to explain, to say something, anything! You don’t get the chance to however as the younger girl speaks first. “So… does that mean you’re finally transferring to UConn?” she says, her shocked expression turning into a smug smirk. You feel the tension leave your body and can’t help letting out a deep belly laugh. You pull her into a tight hug, looking back at a still frozen Paige. You grin at her, sending her a wink as she finally relaxes. This is gonna be really fun.

[churipu]

Hello (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Can I request Itadori, Geto, and Gojo getting "cuteness aggression" over their girlfriends? Like they want to bite her cheeks, pet her hair, suffocate her with cuddles, shower her with kisses, etc.! Thank you so so much, have a wonderful day/night! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

JJK MEN + CUTENESS AGGRESSION ˚✿˖

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji x fem!reader

warnings. none, just them being lovesick for you tbh :>

note. hi anon, i'm so sorry for the super late update for your request :( i hope you like it! <33 i'm gonna be continuing the 1k milestone in a bit, just a few more requests 😸

GOJO SATORU. gojo has this habit of nipping on your flesh, then sucking on them gently every time he looks at you — once, he made a bruise (a hickey) on your cheek. the male will not hide the fact that he's so in love with you, he just wants to put you in his pocket and takes care of you.

"baby, you're so cute, i can't help it," he gushes out, fondling your cheeks with his big hands before peppering your face with wet kisses.

with every kiss he plants, he sounds out a loud, "mwah!"

"'toru, stop that," you always try to tell him despite the big smile on your face — along with the soft giggle that escaped your throat every once in a while.

gojo just couldn't help it. something in him, just tells him that he should touch you. the giddy feeling he gets when he sees you just sitting, doing nothing. he always makes his way to you in a flash, just to either hug you tightly, squish your cheeks, even take a nip or two on your flesh.

"'toru, give me one reason why you're chomping my shoulder right now?" the male unhinged his teeth from your clothed shoulder and blinked innocently.

"'cause you're cute. give me a kiss," he then puckered out his lips slightly, swooping down to steal a kiss from your lips, "mmm, more," he spoke to himself — planting his lips to yours multiple more times.

gojo just can't help it, every time he comes over to visit you, or to pick you up for a date. he doesn't care no matter what make up or skin care you have latched on your face, he will nip on your flesh any time he gets to do it (every time).

GETO SUGURU. different than gojo, i feel like he will be more discreet about it in public. his fingers would gently squeeze your plump thighs, or your hips. but when you're both all alone — he will squeeze your cheeks, give you head pats, and just gush over his girlfriend.

"sugu, no more, my hair's a mess," you shooed his hand away from your head before patting down on the disheveled strands.

"'ts okay, you still look pretty," he gently grabbed your hand and put it down, and there his hand went. on your head, patting your hair here and there.

geto has this small habit of just — biting down on your finger when he holds your hand, your index, your thumb, your pinky. he just does it, out of the blue, and when you ask what he's doing, he just spews out about how cute and small your fingers are compared to his.

"sugu, no bite."

"baby, your finger is so small and cute," he chuckled, biting down gently onto your pinky.

"'ts not. it's normal — your fingers are too big," you reply back, pulling your finger out from being sandwiched by his teeth.

no matter how many times you tell him to stop, he does it again and again. and you just let him do whatever he wants.

ITADORI YUUJI. like gojo, he doesn't really care where he is or who's watching — even when he's talking with his friends or even gojo himself. yuuji's hand will find a way to pinch your cheeks, his eyes not even sparring at you. but his hands just maneuvers over to your skin.

like a stress ball. except, yuuji does it gently.

when he sees you, he becomes this extremely happy boy. hugging you tightly and just peppering kisses all over your face, his hands cupping both sides of your cheeks as he does that.

"my pretty girl," he kisses you on the tip of your nose, moving on to your cheeks and then your forehead, before eventually to your lips.

yuuji gets so giddy when he sees you wearing either lip gloss or lip stick, he turns into this fanboy and can't help but to give you a kiss or two on the lips — smearing his own with shades of red, pink, or glossy oil.

"is this a new shade, baby?" he asks, pointing at his lips — which had tints of dark pink.

you nodded, "it looks good on you."

"it looks better on you," he planted another kiss on your lips, "pretty," he glees out, biting your chin gently.

when he sees you in a new make up or outfit, he just gets so giddy at how adorable you look. he just has to praise you, hug you, kiss you, anything really as long as it's you.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[gigiszn]

gwi-nam smut....😈

JUST A DREAM — gwinam x fem!reader

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! LADIES one at a time.. im only one sexy woman.. but since y'all asked so politely (and 10 times in my inbox) here is your GWINAM SMUT.. also i'm so sorry if i haven't gotten back to you but rn based on requests i'm also writing a gwi-nam fluff and a thg story! plus updating cheong-san fic tmrw prob idk whenever i feel like it okay?!?!?!

y'all know the smut gonna be good when you never even HEARD of the warnings (i didn't know the names of the kinks until i googled them)

tw: somnophilia, dom!gwinam, sub!reader, humiliation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, begging, p in v, oral (f receiving), begging, hybristophilia, hair pulling, slapping, creampie, no use of y/n (though no name or features are described).

as always, you're responsible for the media you consume. read if u want, don't if you don't.

wc: 2.3k

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

The hours had dragged on, each second thick with tension. One moment, you and On-Jo had been sitting close, sharing a quiet laugh as she nervously gushed about Bare-Su. Her voice had been light, teasing, but there was something raw in the way she spoke—something unspoken between you, an energy you couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the world had shattered around you. The laughter faded into the harsh reality of your classmates turned monsters—feral, mindless creatures, chasing you down with a hunger you could feel deep in your bones.

The panic had set in quickly. The hallways had become a maze, the sound of shuffling footsteps and eerie growls echoing around you. You’d lost On-Jo, lost track of everything. Alone, terrified, you had found a classroom to hide in, slamming the door behind you, and for a brief moment, it had seemed like you were safe. But that security was short-lived.

The zombies had found the door, clawing at the wood, their nails scraping as they drew nearer. You knew you couldn’t stay here forever. The fear gripped you, cold and suffocating. You refused to let it end like this—not after you’d had to kill one of your own. You had to survive.

Taking a deep breath, you checked the door one last time. The sounds of the undead grew louder, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through. Without thinking, you darted out of the classroom, running as fast as you could, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each step was desperate, each breath labored. Your heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from the raw terror that fueled you forward.

You spotted the music room just ahead, a glimpse of hope in the chaos. You pushed open the door, slamming it behind you, your back pressed against it for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The quiet that enveloped you felt surreal after the chaos outside. The room was still, untouched, as if time had stopped. The air smelled of dust and old wood, but there was a certain calm to it, a strange peace you didn’t think you’d ever feel again.

You quickly scanned the room. It was empty, save for a broken piano and scattered instruments. In the corner, there was a closet—small, tucked away from view. You moved toward it with quick steps, but then froze. A body lay crushed under the piano, clawing at the air above you in a desperate attempt to eat your brain, a grotesque reminder of the horrors outside.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought aside. You needed to focus. The last thing you wanted was to think about the things you’d just barely escaped. You moved to the farthest corner of the room, a chair in the corner catching your eye. With a tired sigh, you sank into it, your body aching, your mind still racing.

The room was silent again, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Your muscles, tense from the fight and the fear, finally started to release. Your breathing slowed, but it was difficult to let go completely. You hadn’t let yourself rest in what felt like forever. The memories of the chaos—of your friends, of the ones you had lost—were fresh and raw in your mind.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. The outside world felt far away, the sounds of the zombies muffled. Here, in this room, you were safe—for now.

And that was all that mattered.

 ۫ ꣑ৎ ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

A growing sense of pleasure blooming in your cunt snapped you out of your slumber, each sense reawakening. Your eyes shot downwards, the sight of an all too familiar boy filling your vision as he looked up from his seeming frenzy against your now throbbing clit.

Every part of you screamed to run, to get the hell back in that supply closet. It wasn't normal to be awoken by a tongue fucking into your hole, yet something about the far-from-vanilla scene had you gripping the sides of the chair.

"G-Gwinam.. What the fuck are you do..doing?" You stammered out, chest heaving. Your question was left hung in the air, filling the silence surrounding you. The only sounds able to be heard were the sound of his tongue lapping against your clit. The sight was erotic, your hands scrambling to catch a grip on anything, finally settling for his hair. You tugged instinctively, Gwinam's mouth opening in a groan that reverberated against your pussy.

Your legs twitched, nose and brows scrunching as you felt your climax arriving. The coil in your stomach was tightening, like the feeling at the brink of a rollercoaster. "I-I'm gonna.." You muttered out, lips curling into a pleasure-filled frown.

"You better fucking hold it, you slut," He warned, stopping his abuse against your clit. You grimaced, staring down at him as your hips jutted upwards.

His tongue swirled and delved deeper into your hole, two fingers joining his mouth. Your legs shook, hands pulling tighter on his hair.

Gwinam could feel his hard-on rub against his pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to focus on the overwhelming pressure he felt as you tugged on the strands of his black hair.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I can't.." You whined out as the coil inside you unleashed and broke. The rollercoaster had fallen, and your cum was now spilling out onto your thighs and his face.

He licked and slurped at your clit as you rode out your high, a post-nut clarity washing over you as your eyes widened. You were far too loud, and the zombies would surely come. Without thinking, you pushed him down, stumbling as your legs shook while you tried to make your way to the supply closet.

Suddenly, Gwinam's strong forced pushed you against the wall, forearm against your neck. You attempted to claw at him, but he simply used his free hand to pin them upward. "Where y'gonna run now, huh?" He teased, biting down on your neck, "You don't wanna listen? I'll show you how to fucking listen, whore."

A loud slap emitted, a pink stain echoing against your cheek.

Tears brimmed your eyes, slowly falling down your face as a choked sob escaped your throat. You struggled against him, watching the sadistic smirk plaster on his face, eyes widened as the pupils traced the line of your salty cries.

"Please, Gwinam. W-We'll die." You stammered out, eyes widened as you tried to search for any trace of humanity in his eyes.

You didn't find it.

"You're so fucking hot when you cry." He groaned, pushing his mouth against yours roughly. It seemed he didn't have a care whether you kissed back, shoving his tongue down your mouth.

You wanted to resist, really, you did.

But the way he rutted his hips against you knew that you didn't want anything more than for him to fuck your brains out.

A moan fell from your mouth and into his, Gwinam's grip on your neck finally releasing as he used that hand to pull up one of your thighs. In a synchronized daze of horniness, you both grinded against each other in a desperate attempt to chase your high once more.

He grabbed your arms, dragging you to the window. Your face was pressed against it, breasts smushing against the glass as his hands carelessly fondled your ass.

Gwinam stuck in two fingers, stretching your tight pussy for what was to come. "If you cum before I let you, I'll kill you."

You knew he was serious. You just didn't have it in you to care.

One hand snakes up your back, wrapping around your neck as if he was the serpent and you were the forbidden fruit.

Squeezing, you let out a broken sob, purple bruises forming in the shape of his fingertips. He pressed his hips against yours at your cries, eyes rolling to the back of his head. There was nothing more erotic to him than fucking you while there were zombies mere metres away from you.

Agonizingly slow, he pulled your skirt down. With a huff, you impatiently forced the fabric down, pooling at your ankles. With a raspy chuckle, he leaned in close and pulled your ear lobe, "You just really can't wait to have me cum in you, isn't that right?"

He had you at a loss of words, biting your lip until it bled. Gwinam pulled you back by your neck, back pressed against his hard chest, "Answer me when I talk to you, slut," He warned, squeezing tighter.

With all the might you had left in you, you breathed out, "Y-Yes.. I can't wait.." Hearing your tears behind your words had precum dripping and his cock practically begging to burst.

Knowing he wouldn't last much longer if you both kept up with the constant teasing, his hands finally let their grip off you and to his pants. Your hands now pressed against the glass, your head dropped to avoid the painstaking scene of dead and dying classmates on the field outside.

As Gwinam finally dropped his pants and boxers, he let out a freakish grin seeing your distaste toward the chaos outside. Grabbing your jaw, he forced you to stare ahead as his pink tip circled your soaked hole.

It was all too much. You felt your pussy throbbing as you tried to find any way to make the dominance Gwinam was exhibiting less arousing.

"Watch them as I fuck you, Mouse," He purred into your ear, pushing his hard cock in slowly. You felt him stretch your fleshy walls, a soft groan sounding from both your throats simultaneously, "You wanna be good for me, don't you?"

You nodded with a whine, turning back to look at him with round eyes. He ran a finger across your lips before turning your head back to the window, angling his dick at your entrance.

As per his usual style, he gave no time in letting you adjust, immediately setting his rough pace. Each thrust let out a loud slap that echoed, angering the zombie under the piano further.

Your senses were slowly diminishing until you were just as brain-dead as the zombies—minus the dead part. Your hair pulled back by his hand, the one on your jaw now letting go and squeezing your ass. Though he had now let go of your face, you still remained looking out the window.

You wanted to be good for Gwinam. You were good for Gwinam.

Your emotions built up in your chest. Every erotic and devastated emotion. You wept as you watched the few survivors that made a break for the schools gates get eaten alive, slowly cracking and turning.

"Fuck—I love it when you cry, baby," He moaned, throwing his head back as his pace quickened.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the slight overstimulation only enhance the pleasure you were feeling. Gwinam reached down, thumb instantly finding your clit and rubbing fast circles, matching his perfect pace against your throbbing cunt.

Your hole squeezed against his dick, and he 'tsked', "Don't you think about cumming." You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach. You could feel his dick sliding in and out of you, each time stretching your hole so that it would only ever be the right size for him.

He was marking you as his, and you didn't want it any other way.

Gwinam's hips stuttered, pace growing sloppy and uneven, "I'm gonna cum in you, okay baby?" He growled in your ear, licking a stripe down your jaw and to your collarbone, "I'm gonna make you mine, and you're gonna take my cum."

You felt yourself reaching the edge at his words, soft cries releasing from your throat as all you wanted to do was squirt all over his veiny length.

"Please.. Please let me cum, Gwinam, I'll be good," You whined, rutting your hips backwards against his, meeting them in the middle and bringing you both so much closer to your edge.

He shook his head, pulling your hair and causing a shriek to emit from your throat. He wanted nothing more than to have you creaming all over him, but he knew the pleasure he felt from commanding you was even better.

Gwinam bent forward against you, and he groaned as you reached back and pulled his hair. He grabbed your neck as he felt his high approach, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.

Finally giving you permission, Gwinam bit his lip, nodding his head, "Yeah, baby. Cum with me. I want you to cum." He muttered almost incoherently, and his approval was enough to snap the coil once more.

Following after you seconds after, you both continued your desperate movements against each other until the ropes of his semen remained inside your vagina.

The floor underneath you was dampened by your shots of cum, legs faltering. You fell against the window, Gwinam grabbing you by your waist and carrying your half-naked body into the supply room.

You were practically asleep as your body fucked-dumb was weak. He lay you on a sofa in the closet, not bothering to cover you up.

He knelt down, licking a stripe in your pussy filled with his cum. He could taste himself, salty and warm, the overstimulation causing your hips to jut upwards as your half-asleep self muttered under your breath.

Gwinam stood up, staring at you for a moment, before turning and heading toward the broadcasting room.

Maybe when you woke up, you'd think it was all just a dream, and would go back to fearing for your life—But the cum spilling out of you made you know that whatever had happened was real—and you knew you would want more.

[deerspherestudios]

Hi there! I just wanted to let you know that I love your games! Mushroom Oasis especially has an especially place in my heart. Mychael is such an interesting character and one of my favorite types of yanderes—not violent towards his object of affection but still manipulative and willing to cross lines even if he feels guilty about it. Thank you so much for the work you have done; it’s obvious this game is a labor of love and I am looking forward to see how the story progresses.

In the meantime, I have to ask, do you think there might be a future option where the player can cook for Mychael? Totally okay if that is a little too specific. Cooking is just a love of mine and I love to cook for people I love and I feel that is something that Mychael would appreciate.

Also—and forgive me if you have answered this already—but I was curious to see where Mychael’s affection lands on the scale you created by the end of day 3. Or would there be more than one answer since it seems actions taken on this day might start to split between the platonic and romantic routes.

Thank you again for your time and for creating this wonderful game. Your art is so lovely and you have a real knack for fun character design.

HELLO!! Thank you so much for the kind words!! For me personally I've never been a fan of "if I can't have you no one can <3" type yanderes so knowing that it's a shared sentiment means a lot!!

I actually have something of an idea where MC does something nice for Mychael for a change in Day 4!

It was closer to buying a gift and the players can choose what they'd get for him but adding a cooking/baking option (or a more diverse set of gifts rather than just shopping for it) seems like a good idea! As usual the script is still cooking so we'll see!

As for the charts, they're answered here and explained here!

Also,,, idk if you'll ever read the addition below but I'm holding back on gushing rn because uh, this is for you personally but it's basically an appreciation post for being one of my fave authors <3!!!:

AAAA A A 11 !! ??

I'm gonna try and articulate myself in the best way I can but I have been a FAN of your writing since??? Gosh, 2015??? I was following your blog back when the pfp was a torchic (and a treecko i think??) and the header was Swiggity swiff Gotta Yiff ?? Idk if you're comfortable with people knowing of your writing but let me know if I should edit anything here!!!

I LOVED your writing so much it was silly and witty but you can do drama and heart and spicy just as well it was a major inspiration!!! I genuinely though it was a little goof when I saw you were following my blog the other day and THEN YOU SEND ME AN ASK??? IM, , , THROUGH THE ROOF, I would mention my fav fics of yours by name but I'd be outing myself but the scope is huge <3

I've been thinking of how to respond to this all DAY and decided to just be honest but but just know I love what you do <3 Admittedly idk if you still write these days but either way I hope you're doing well!!!! <3

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

chap 1, chap 2, chap 3, chap 4, chap 5, chap 6

PART 5 THE TWINS PLAN

"Matheo, if your dad is my dad, then my mom is your mom and we have same birthday…"

Matheo’s eyes widened. "No. Don’t...don’t say it!"

"We’re twins!" Mattia shouted, his voice breaking with disbelief.

The boys hugged so tightly it was like they’d missed years together.

In the distance, the dining bell rang, but neither cared.

Matheo stared at Mattia, trying to hold back tears. "I’m not hungry anymore…"

Mattia almost laughed. How could Matheo even think about food right now? It reminded him of their mom.

"Wait..." Mattia pulled back, grinning. "Is it Matheo Sainz? Or Matheo Y/LN?"

Matheo laughed through tears. "I don’t even know anymore!"

They both burst into laughter, wiping their faces as the reality of being brothers sank in.

*****

That night, their bunk beds were pushed together, and they stayed up talking.

"What’s Mom like?" Matheo whispered, clutching the edge of his blanket.

Mattia thought for a moment, glancing at the photo on his nightstand. "She’s… everything. Strong, kind, smart. Oh, and when she’s determined? Nothing can stop her."

Matheo’s face softened. "I can’t wait to meet her."

"Yeah, well, she’s gonna love you."

A pause.

"Mattia, do you think she ever… thought about getting married?"

Mattia squinted, offended. "No way! She says her whole heart belongs to me."

Matheo snickered. "You’re so spoiled."

Mattia shoved him. "Shut up!"

"Okay, but seriously, why’d they split up?" Matheo asked, thoughtful.

Mattia shrugged. "No idea. Probably something dramatic."

Matheo sat up suddenly, eyes lighting up. "I have an idea. A brilliant beyond brilliant idea. Don't freak out, okay?" Matheo's grin widened. "You want to know what Dad is like, right? And I'm dying to know Mom. So here's the plan: when camp is over, we switch places.

Mattia blinked, startled. “Switch places?”

“Exactly!” Matheo exclaimed. “I’ll go back to London as you, and you go back to Madrid as me.”

“What? Matheo, we’re completely different!” Mattia protested, shaking his head. “This is impossible!”

“We’re twins, aren’t we? I’ll teach you how to be me, and you’ll teach me how to be you,” Matheo said confidently. “It’s foolproof! Look, I can already do you.” He straightened his posture, tilting his head slightly as he mimicked Mattia’s calm demeanor.

Mattia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You want to know the difference between us? I have class, and you don’t.”

Mattia laughed, brushing off the jab. “Come on, Mattia, think about it. I get to meet Mom, and you get to meet Dad. And let’s face it, sooner or later, they’ll figure out we’ve switched. And when they do, they’ll have to meet again. Face-to-face. After all these years.”

A moment of silence stretched between them as Mattia considered the idea. The corners of his lips twitched upward. “You’re insane, you know that?”

Matheo grinned triumphantly. “Insanely brilliant.”

*****

The next morning, the plan was already in motion. Mattia pulled out family photos and started quizzing Matheo.

"That's Grandpa" Mattia explained, pointing at a smiling man with platinum hair.

"He is amazing! I can't wait to meet him," Matheo gushed.

"and this is Martin, our butler"

"You’d better remember his name, or you’ll blow everything."

Matheo nodded, determined, while Mattia went over everything from family traditions.

"Right. Now its my turn. OK living room first. Then over here is dining room."

"But we never eat there in there except for thankagiving, christmas, and of course December 15th"

Meanwhile, their camp friends watched from afar, whispering.

"Why are they… acting weird?" Dean muttered.

"They’re up to something," Nate added, sipping his soda.

*****

Matheo paced nervously, glancing at the scissors in his hand and then at Mattia, who sat on the stool with his longand light hair. "Okay, don't close your eyes!" Mattia blurted, fidgeting. "Oh, sorry! I just got a little nervous," Matheo replied, biting his lip.

"You're nervous? an nine year old is cutting my hair. Hey, isn't it just like me? Well, I'm supposed to, aren't I? Go on, just do it. Don't panic." Matheo huffed, shaking his head.

Mattia smirked. "Come on, isn't it just like me to do something like this? And aren’t you supposed to, you know, make me look like you? Just do it. You’ll be fine!"

Matheo sighed dramatically. "This is so scary. But okay. Looking good, looking great…

Oh my God, Mattia!"

"What?!" Mattia’s eyes widened, and he instinctively touched his hair.

"You hair is lightest than me!" Matheo exclaimed.

Mattia rolled his eyes. "No, no, no, and no. Not happening. Don’t even think about it. I refuse."

"Then cutting your hair is pointless! You can't go to camp with brunnete hair and come home without them—it’ll be obvious!" Matheo argued, waving the scissors for emphasis.

Mattia groaned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, but you better know what you're doing. Do we need some prep or something before dyed my hair?"

"Relax," Matheo said with a grin. "I’ve done this with all my friends—well, in my head—but it’s easy. Just trust me. Close your eyes, and it’ll be over before you know it."

"Relax, Mattia. This isn’t a big deal. On the count of three, let’s dye this lighter mess to match my gorgeous brown hair. You’re welcome."

Mattia nodded.

"One... Two… Three!" Matheo made the swift motion, and Mattia yelped.

"See? Not bad!" Matheo said proudly, holding up the mirror.

Mattia gasped. "Oh my gosh! I look… just like you!"

"Exactly!" Matheo said smugly, brushing the remaining hair off Mattia’s shoulders.

[smuttyazrael]

Could you write a sequels to the Professor Remus/ innocent reader fic where she goes to his office like “I don’t know what you were doing when I came to see you but it made my tummy feel funny and I can’t fix it by myself”

If possible could you make it so she visits him often so he can “get rid of her tummy ache” if you know what I mean.

Maybe with breeding kink, lots of cum, vouyerism and lots more kinks

Essays as an excuse/ Professor!Remus Lupin x innocent!reader part 2

Word count: 538

Summary: Y/N gets called to discuss some information in your essay with Professor Lupin. He can't keep his hands out of his pants.

Warnings: older man/young lady, teacher/student, innocence kink, male masturbation, fantasy of oral (M recieving), lots of cum, pervy, sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink.

He hears a knock on the door. "Come in." He yells in a tired voice. You step in rubbing your thighs together as you walk.

"Sir. I feel funny." You tell him. His cock instantly gets hard again despite how tired he is.

"How do you feel funny?" He asks his hand going to caress his now aching cock.

"I dont know." You whine frusterated.

"Y/N, I won't take an attitude." He cautions. "Where do you feel funny?"

"Down there." You point to your pussy. His cock lets out a small spurt of precum. He continues to caress it. Unable to take his hand off. "When your hand does that it makes my tummy ache and down there gets all wet like I peed myself."

"Do you want me to help you?" He asks his voice getting rougher.

"Yes please." You beg.

"Come over here." He orders you walk around his desk as he stands you see a hard stick pointing out of his body. You are mesmerized watching his hand go up and down it. You see it spit something out a slit in the top. He reaches for you pulling you in front of him leaning you against the desk. "Are you sure, Y/N?"

"Please, professor. I need you." You beg him. He pushes your panties to the side and thrusts his fingers inside of you. You moan out.

"Your soaked, Y/N. All for your professors cock. You dirty girl." He whispers to you as you thrust against his fingers.

"Im not dirty." You whine.

"That's right your my good girl." He praises feeling you gush at that.

"More...." you beg.

"More what?" He teases still rubbing his cock.

"I dont know just more." You pant begging.

"Okay good girl. You asked for it." Thrusting his thick stick inside you with a groan.

He lifts you. Your butt sitting on the very edge of his desk. Your leg on his bicep. Allowing him to thrust deeper. He pounds you into the desk you both moaning loudly filling his office.

"I'm gonna pee." You cry out before long in a moment of panic.

"Let it out Y/N." He says panting.

You cum squirting all over him. He gasping cumming inside you, hard, filling you. He debates for a second about casting a contreception charm but decides against it wanting you round with his child. You both panting as he pulls out of you.

"I peed on you. I'm so sorry, Professor." You say looking down ashamed.

"No you didnt. You made rain. Its a good thing. Do you feel better?" He asks tucking his now wet but soft cock in his pants.

You gasp. "I do, thank you."

"Well you can come to me anytime you feel that way. I will make it all better." He says with a satisfied smile.

"Okay." You squeal leaving his office to your common room.

You did come back multiple times. Near the end of the school year you started getting bigger. He epuld jerk off on your belly rubbing his cum in he said it would help you. In the summer you went home with him all round with his baby. He didn't keep his hands off you at all.

[peachyfnaf]

DAVIS AND REED, I OWE YOU MY LIFE. THANK YOU OH SO MUCH

Okay. Ejem. MOON. YOU'RE KILLING ME. As ADORABLE as the Smoon moments in this were, using a love potion to jump straight into dating is nawt good. Buuut that's obvious and whenever the presumable part two to this ep comes out and Sun snaps out of it and Moon gets hella reprimanded, we're gonna see Moon get his comeuppance there, so for now let me gush about the cute Smoon moments.

THEM GOING "Hiii Sun", "Hiii Moon" WAS SO. AJFHSDF. AUGH. THEY'RE SO CUTE. AND MOON KISSING SUN ON THE CHEEK??? I LEVITATED OFF MY CHAIR. MY HEART IS SO FULL.

Moon going "I'm no longer alone" I just. Guys I know the love potion is wrong but HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVEDDD. Scratching at the walls of my enclosure.

Even tho they weren't the focal-point of the ep, the Freddy, Roxy, and Monty moments were funny too lol.

AAAND oh my GOD Moon literally made 192 different cupcakes for Sun 'cause he didn't know what his favorite was so he just made them all. I'm unwell. I'm weak. I'm in the floor. SUN. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHENEVER YOU SNAP OUT OF THIS POTION PLEASEEE DON'T HATE MOON PLEASE DON'T I'M ON MY KNEES. PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY GAY BLOCK MEN AWAY FROM ME

ALSO. Also, let me say, before people go TOO hard on the "Oh my god Moon is so messed up for this nooo!" PLEASE do NOT forget- Sun used a love potion on Roxy as well. It's not that serious, or at least, if you're going to be mad at Moon for this, hold Sun to the same standards and be mad at Sun for potioning Roxy as well!!! Neither of the times were. Good. But they both happened!!! And both potion-users were in the wrong for it!!!

Okay, now I'm gonna go watch the ep again skjdfhdsf

[mattslolita]

lights down low - c. sturniolo

in which ... chris wins another show during the versus tour so he fucks you like a champion. ( bf!chris x black!fem reader )

warnings ; smut, unprotected piv, semi-public sex, oral ( male receiving ) dom!chris, overstim

"𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

you smiled softly behind stage as the winner was announced — once again, chris had won another show and so far he was in the lead. you couldn't make it to his other shows, so you thought it was a good idea to let nick and matt know you were coming to this show to surprise him.

as the show ended and the triplets said their goodbyes to the fans, they began to head backstage, which is where you waited nervously. nick saw you first, a grin immediately spreading onto his face as he was the first one to wrap his arms around you.

"oh my gosh twin, i missed you so bad!" you gushed as you hugged him back tighter.

"there's no way, i missed you way more!" nick laughs, as the two break apart.

"y/n!" came the sound of matt's voice next, and you squealed as you pulled him into a hug.

"bestie, i missed you!" you say, hugging matt and swaying back and forth a bit, "you need to get back up on yo grind, cause you only winning one show is not it."

"how about you go shoot some hoops, then?" matt says with an eyeroll, causing you to playfully push his arm way.

"baby? you're here?"

chris's voice causes matt to step aside as you grin sheepishly upon seeing your boyfriend chris — he wore a black beanie which had some of hair soft brown hair sticking out of it and a matching black hoodie. but even with the simplicity of his outfit, he still looked so fine.

"i missed you so much, ma," chris said, immediately going to scoop you up in his arms.

you took in the scent of his dior savauge cologne, inhaling deeply as he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him — he held him in by the neck, running your hands through his hair as you softly pulled as the brown locks that adorned his head.

"okay, please get a room!" nick groaned, causing you both to pull away from the sweet embrace, "and stop hogging y/n, we missed her too!"

"not as much as i missed that pussy," chris whispered in your ear, causing your eyes to widen.

"boy!" you said, smacking his arm lightly which in turn causes him to give a light smack to your ass. "you play too damn much."

"oh come on baby, don't treat the champion like that," chris grins, looking down at you hungrily. "you know, i was thinking of you to help me win."

"oh really?" you ask, your big doe eyes staring up at him innocently, "and what're you gonna do with me now that you've won?"

"enjoy my trophy."

"fuck baby, just like that," chris moans, throwing his head back as he holds a firm grip on your hair.

you look him in the eyes as you swirl your tongue around his throbbing tip before taking him into your mouth — tears brim at your eyes as he thrusts into your mouth at a steady pace, causing you to deep throat him.

"sh-shit ma, i'm gonna cum," chris groans, "you ready?"

you let out a whimper to let him know you're ready and just then his load shoots into your mouth, which you swallow entirely. with a pop, you come up from his cock and wipe the edge of your mouth with a small grin.

"get on all fours, now," chris demands, standing up so that he's directly behind you.

you oblige and strip naked, getting on your hands and knees on the bed in front of you — being that you were on the tour bus, it was hard for you to move around so you were practically up against chris.

his hands immediately went to grip your waist as your back arched, your head coming into contact with the bed as it's pushed down. chris grabs his still throbbing cock and aligns it with your entrance, pushing himself all the way inside you.

"f-fuck, chris!" you yell out, the stretch burning you.

he gives you no time to adjust, his hips already rocking towards you at an ungodly pace causing your head to be buried into the mattress.

"fuck, right there!" you moan out, his tip kissing that sweet spot in your cervix.

"this sweet pussy, all for me," chris groans out, his grip on your waist likely to make bruises later, "you're so fuckin' tight, shit!"

"mm, keep going baby," you manage to whine out, as his cock keeps deliciously hitting your cervix at the angle.

"fuck baby, you like when i fuck you like this?" chris says tauntingly, leaning down to your ear, "my beautiful trophy, all fucked out."

"b-baby, i'm so close," you whine out.

"m'close too ma, hold it," chris grunts out lowly, not slowing his pace once. "fuck, i'm..."

with a loud moan, chris shoots his loud out into you painting your walls with his seed, which at the same time your juices spurt out of you as well.

but oh, he wasn't done. "turn and face me now, ma."

"chris, i'm sensitive!" you whine out as you turn back facing the front of him.

he looks down at you with a taunting smile, clicking his tongue. "c'mon ma, i know you can give me another one. you know your safe word."

and he's aligning his cock with your entrance again, this time he throws your leg over his shoulder as he slowly enters you, causing tears to form at your eyes at the sensitivity.

"oh my gosh!" you cry out, as he slowly moves at a steady pace trying to be thoughtful to your sensitivity.

"fuck, c'mon baby," chris says as he begins thrusting in and out you.

his looks down to see his bulge in your stomach, pressing down on it as you let out loud moans as he begins pounding into you mercilessly.

"fuck chris!" you whine, your nails digging into his back.

"look at you ma, taking my cock and doing so good for me," chris praises, causing you to moan.

one of his arms takes yours from off his back as he interlocks your hands whilst leaning down to kiss you sloppily — you know you're hair dresser is gonna be so tired of you coming back to get your hair re-done, cause you're almost certain it's messed up.

his kiss swallows any moan that threatens to spill out your mouth as the sound of squelching could be heard from the both of you, nothing but pure euphoria taking over both of your bodies as you indulge in each other.

"i'm gonna cum, baby," you whine.

"fuck, me too ma," chris moans, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

with a loud pornographic moan of his name, your orgasm washes over you for the second time as your juices spill out — chris lets out a gutteral groan as he shoots his load into you for the second time. his thrusts slow as you both ride out your high, then he pulls out of you and falls beside you.

you turn to smile at him, his hair sticking to his forehead as he immediately cups your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"i've missed you so much," chris rasps, and you hold his hand in your own as you look up at him.

"i've missed you too, baby," you coo, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

look who finally wrote another smut ! i hope y'all liked this one. i'm gon try & get back into my lil writing groove, possibly write some shit other than smut too <3.

[heizouz]

May I request some genshin characters reacting to you squirting for the first time? 🫣

nsfw dom!ningguang + sub!afab reader, dom!ayato + sub!afab reader, sub!gorou + dom!afab reader

hello omg u didn't specify what characters so i hope u don't mind i just picked randomly! also my first time writing sub reader so i hope it's okay 🤞🏻 anyway i hope this is alright, sorry they're kinda short!! btw always feel free to request in my asks or dms!!

NINGGUANG — on her fingers

ningguang is a clean freak. she hates anything out of place or so dirty that she's unable to clean it. so you're used to having things slow, loving and soft as she coaxes an orgasm or two out of you.

but ningguang was stressed and when you surprised her on the bed with nothing but a small silk dress when she came home, she had the perfect opportunity to just let it all out.

"you're so good for me, darling." ningguang whispers, her fingers stuffed in your cunt as your back lays against her chest.

you must've cum three times by now, and she was showing no signs of stopping.

you whine out, hands gripping ningguang's wrist in a silent plea, "ple-please, ningguang. 's too much!"

the woman coos, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek with a small grin, "it's never too much for you, darling. you can do at least one more for me."

it sounded more of a demand than a question and you pant, chest heaving quickly as her fingers relentlessly pound into you. ningguang is lathering in your moans and whines, entranced by the way you don't seem to stop dripping onto her fingers.

your thighs begin to shake once she angles her wrist to hit directly where you need it most and you cry out, fingers curling tight around her wrist, "mh-ningguang! i'm-" you throw your head back, hips bucking towards her hand.

ningguang practically purrs, free hand going to turn your head so she can look into your eyes, "go on, love."

you shake your head, core burning hot and thighs threatening to slam shut around ningguang's hand, "n-no, i'm-"

you practically scream as you gush around her fingers, spilling all over the sheets and her hand and ningguang's eyes widen. it's so messy. she stops moving her fingers as you squirt around them, nearly pushing them out entirely and she just watches, gold eyes transfixed on the way your entire body shakes and your lips never fail to let out pretty whimpers.

ningguang doesn't even think about how messy it will be to clean up as she lets out a small "oh my" merely at the sight of you. she doesn't waste a second and her fingers begin moving again, even before you finish because she's so eager to push another one out of you.

⭐

AYATO — on his cock

ayato loves to put you on display. he finds watching you and how you fall apart from his touches so incredibly attractive.

so you find yourself with your legs spread in front of the full body mirror in his bedroom, his cock pounding into you from behind, your back against his chest as he holds you up with an arm around your front.

you're wailing, hands grabbing his forearm to stop yourself from collapsing, "so good.. ah, so good."

ayato chuckles deeply into your ear and you shiver slightly. his hand falls to run down your side, squeezing your hip gently and you clench around his cock. "good girl." he moans with a smile, eyes locking onto your lidded ones in the mirror to watch your reaction as his hand slips lower.

you jolt when his fingers ghost over your clit, a whine ripping from your throat and you buck against his hand, his cock slipping impossibly deeper into you.

"look at you." ayato almost coos, his fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts and he ever so slightly turns your head to make you watch yourself in the mirror. it's so obscene. you're dripping around his cock, breathing rapidly and your legs are spread open as you watch ayato's cock pound into you.

"'m gonna- i'm gonna cum, 'yato." you gasp out, hips moving to meet ayato's thrusts. at that, he speeds up his fingers on your clit, groaning into your ear as you squeeze around his cock.

his eyes are dark, staring at your form in the mirror and the image alone makes you cum. you spill around his cock with a choked whine, gripping ayato's forearm as you thrash in his hold. ayato's lips break into a smirk as you squirt around his cock, making a mess down your thighs and his dick, even onto the mirror in front of you.

whimpers escape your lips when ayato's fingers slow on your pussy, but his hips are relentless. "shit, sweetheart. i didn't know you could do that," his grip loosens slightly around you when you melt into him, thighs shaking and pussy still gushing around him, "we're gonna get another one out of you, okay darling?" his voice is sweet but his gaze is dark and full of lust when he stares at your through the mirror, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over until you can't breathe.

⭐

GOROU — on his tongue

you adore gorou's attention on you. wherever you go, he follows, like a puppy on a leash. he will do as you say, even before you finish your request, and he'll come back, tail wagging, face beaming because he's just happy to serve you.

it's always you first.

gorou's hips cant against the bed sheets, cock straining in his pants as he rolls his hips with soft whimpers. his face is buried in your cunt, eyes closed, tongue digging into your folds as he holds your legs open with his hands.

your moans fill the room, along with gorou's sweet whimpers. "tha-ah-that's it, puppy." the man softens at the name, eyes cracking open to glance up at you with dark glowing eyes and you groan, fingers reaching out to card into his hair.

he leans into the touch, tongue never leaving your wet cunt as he stares up at you to watch your reactions. your legs almost close around his head when he pulls away only to kiss over your clit before sucking gently, but his hands keep your thighs wide open. gorou whines, eyebrows furrowing and he licks over your clit just to hear the moans rip from your lips.

"gorou, fuck-" you relax into the bed, both hands going to pull at his hair to keep his face against you, "i'm gonna cum, baby. keep going."

gorou whines, pressing his cock hard into the bed at how tightly you tug his hair and per your request, he flattens his tongue against your folds, slightly dipping into your hole before he sucks on your clit again. you cry out, eyes shutting but gorou keeps his on you the entire time.

he does it again, panting against your pussy, hands keeping your legs apart tightly and you let go with a needy whine.

gorou's eyes practically sparkle when you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and you squirt on his tongue. your hands tug on his soft hair harshly as he refuses to move from your cunt, lapping at your wetness with a pleased hum.

"g-gorou, baby, fuck- good boy- g-good boy." you ramble, hips bucking against his mouth and he lets you use his face. you're dripping down his chin, onto the sheets and gorou is beaming because he's never made you do that before.

"hm, so pretty." gorou mumbles once you let go of his hair and he pulls away from your sensitive core. he leans forward to lick a long stripe across your folds to help you come down and you gasp, dark eyes flitting to his pretty face. "was i good?" he asks, big eyes blinking up at you innocently as if he hadn't just made you gush all over his face.

"yes," you gasp, head falling back with a slight smile, "so good, puppy."

[mxtantrights]

Hello there, ‘tis I again! Soo happy you enjoyed the boxer!jason request!! I know, i love him too :)))

Today i bring forth another boxer!Jason ask, maybe you introduce him to your friends and they can’t see past the fact he kinda looks like a brute (even tho he’s such a big softie, i truly believe this man reads romeo and Juliet while waiting to get on the ring), and so at the end of the night he’s feeling insecure cause he could see how your friends looked at him and he starts wondering if they are right and you deserve someone who’s softer and more approachable. And obviously reader shows him just how amazing he is!!

Today i yearn for some good hurt/comfort, if you couldn’t tell lol

Hope you have fun writing this one!! Marvellous works 🩷🩷

Everything goes right before the two of you get there. Thats how Jason knows something is gonna go wrong at this hang out. You told him all week that if he felt like not going, you could cancel. But he didn't want it to seem like he was blowing your friends off. So he trudged through.

He trudged through and is sitting side by side with you in a booth. And three of your friends are crowded into the other side of it. They've had a couple of drinks before you came. You weren't really in the mood to play catch up so you stick to your one while Jason goes dry because he's driving.

They have conversations about the recent news, the latest gossip, and then they ask about your life. Particularly your life with Jason. You start gushing about him, as if he isn't there, and tell them about how you met and how he treats you.

"This guy? This six foot tall, three hundred pounded brick wall?" one of them asks.

You scoff, "How he looks has nothing to do with how he treats me."

"Yeah, but doesn't he-don't you box?" another one of them asks him.

Jason clears his throat and sits up straight. But you notice it. You notice how he is trying to make himself smaller. He did it at the very beginning of your relationship, to make you less scared. You talked to him about it when the two of you got closer, and you haven't seen him do it since. Until now.

"I'm a boxer, yes. But I don't bring any of that home with me." Jason answers.

"Isn't it hard though? When you're angry? I mean who's to say you won't-" the third friend starts.

Hell. This has to stop.

"Enough." you speak.

They all look at you, at a loss for words. While it's true the four of you grew up looking like people who were afraid to tell others no, and looked like doormats, you were far from that person. Those days are over.

"I'm not gonna let you speak to him like that. He has been nothing but kind and open with me, and not that it's any of your business, but he has never laid his hands on me, or raised his voice." you say.

Then you're getting up from the booth, holding your hand out for Jason. He looks between you and your friends and then he's getting up from his seat. He takes your hand in his.

"He's my boyfriend. I want him in my life and I wanna be a part of his. So either you get that or you get lost." You put finally.

You turn around and walk right out the door with Jason. Jason who hasn't said a word yet. Jason who is holding onto your hand in a way that tells you he's not completely paying attention.

When the two of you cross the threshold of the doors, you squeeze his hand.

"Baby?" you ask him.

Jason looks at you then. Like everything is coming back into focus for him. He has a sad smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Don't ever be sorry for being you. If my so called 'friends' couldn't see past what you look like and what you do for a living then they don't need to be my friends." you explain to him.

Jason shakes his head, "You've known them longer than me. It's not fair that-"

"Jason Todd, I am not willing to give you up. For anyone. Ever. You got that?"

Jason lets out a small sigh. "Okay."

You let go of his hand to hold out your arms. He pouts a bit before stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around you completely. You nuzzle into him more.

"I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I hope you know that." you add on.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"I swear it." you answer.

a/n: thank you so so much for sending this in! <333 I love some good hurt/comfort too!! I hope you like it!!

[spideyhexx]

FULL CORYO MAKING YOU SQUIRT BLURB PLEASE

okay, this is within the sej x reader x coryo universe kk? kk.

mdni

as mentioned in this, I think Coryo would achieve this through his fingers and mouth.

Thinking about Sej not being there with you two one night and one thing led to another and now Coryo's got three of his fingers stuffed into you, sucking at your clit. He's going harder than he ever has before and you're not even sure why.

Coryo is quieter than normal too, so focused on bringing you to your release, he's barely even listening to the little whines of pleasure you let out as you pull hard on his hair. He doesn't let up. Not one bit, curling his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you and noting the tension in your thighs.

He knows how close you are so he has no reason to slow down. You might've warned him as your orgasm approached, but again, he wasn't listening. You gush around his fingers, spraying to his chest, hips jerking against his touch as sensitivity immediately sets in.

Coryo looks up at you for the first time, his eyes dark and a smirk on his lips, "that good, huh?" He kisses your tummy as you roll your eyes at him, whimpering when he pulls his fingers from you. He looks in awe, not even caring about the mess you made on the bed, on him.

"You ever done that before, baby?" He moves up next to you, rubbing your thigh and kissing your cheek, using his free hand to tug the pillow more under your head. "N-no."

His hand stops for a moment before he's tracing circles on your thigh, "you mean...not even Sej-"

"Nope," you look at Coryo, lazily pecking his lips as the realization dawns on him. You move your hand to his cheek as he smirks.

Patting his cheek, you whisper, "don't look at me like that."

"Why? I'm gonna bother Sejanus about it, not you, angel," he mumbles as his lips brush yours, capturing them in a small kiss.

"I don't believe that," you let out a breath, kissing the corner of his lips and patting his cheek again.

"Angel...," Coryo nudges your hand away and cups your face in his own hands, "you were so good for me gushin' around my fingers like that. No point in teasin' you about it when I wanna see it over..." he kisses your chin, "and over..." a kiss to your nose, "and over..." and a kiss to your forehead before Coryo takes in the doe-eyed expression on your face. His hand slides back between your thighs, but the bedroom door opens.

Sej walks in, used to this sort of sight at this point so all he does is chuckle.

But then he notices just how wet the sheets are and the glisten on Coryo's chest. Coryo's smirk is back and you're already hiding your face in his arm.

"Oh, no," Sej jokes, but his brow is creased as he puts his bag down and sits to take his shoes off. "What did you do, Coriolanus?"

let's chat about sej, coryo, or both, here :)

[carto0ncritter]

Abusive fictional fathers - Robotnik vs. Stolas

I won't be talking about Coconuts here since he's not on screen that much, but know that I feel sorry for the stuff he's been through, poor guy

Robotnik ⮕ Scratch & Grounder

Like... he literally only created these two to use and abuse them and that's crystal clear

When I say Robotnik is an abusive pos, this is what I mean (and this is just some of the physical abuse, don't even get me started on the emotional):

...Okay, that last picture was the last straw. Robotnik's thrist for power has officially outweighted Scratch and Grounder's "value." He felt 0 remorse for throwing them into the lava. Keep in mind, he THOUGHT HE HAD KILLED THEM and DIDN'T CARE AT ALL. Thankfully they were fine. And no the fact that they're robots doesn't make it any less wrong

If you're willing to sacrifice your children for a powerful artefact, then I'm (NOT) sorry to say this, but you're a heartless pos and deserve to be held accountable for your actions. If I were in Scratch and Grounder's shoes, I would have ran the hell away right then and there and found home elsewhere

However, unlike with Stolas and Octavia, at least the narrative doesn't try to convince us that Robotnik loves his sons. Because if he did, he would have tried to change his behavior. Or better, he wouldn't have abused them IN THE FIRST PLACE! AT ALL! No matter what he had gone through! I'm not denying that his mom was a pos to him just like he's a pos to scratch and grounder, but i refuse to see this as an excuse. he should have tried his best to break the cycle of abuse

*sigh* Now I've gotta talk about that stupid bird man... let's just get this over with.

Stolas ⮕ Octavia

Stolas is shown to have been there for Via in her childhood. although we never see them bond over anything, connect emotionally with each other or spend quality time together, we've only got this one nightmare scene. this was the only time stolas was shown to care about octavia

He did his best to calm her down and make her feel safe, then proceeded to break his promise for a booty call. For a childhood "friend" that his father bought for him 25 years ago.

And you're telling me how Stolas didn't realize that bringing Blitzø along in Loo Loo Land is uh... a bad idea that will make his daughter feel even worse?

I HATE the excuse that Stolas was "just clueless." Because anyone with the tiniest bit of common sense would come to the same conclusion: flirting with your booty call in front of your daughter who is a minor and going through emotional hell that happened because you cheated on her mother makes you a horrible and selfish father.

Even worse is that Stolas doesn't learn his lesson and once again neglects Octavia. Stolas is too busy hating his ex wife and gushing over his abuse victim that he can't even be bothered to look for his daughter himself, and instead Loona has to be the one to go find her. And then she literally tells Via how her dad's trying his best and how she should cut him some slack. No. No she shouldn't. Octavia was right to think that Stolas hates Stella more than he loves her because that's what his actions show.

He can hug her all he wants and promise to do better but he has done nothing to even TRY to be better for this poor girl.

Not to mention that Loona is a hypocrite. Blitzø has always been doing his best to be a good dad to her, and she thanks him for saving her life by being a complete bitch. It's been five. Fucking. Years. Of unconditional love and support from Blitzø's side. And what does he get in return? A kick in the balls. Blitzø also got beat up by her and hit with the "if I'm so terrible why don't you replace me" after he rightfully called her out and you're trying to tell me Blitzø was the one in the wrong and how this isn't abusive huh ok then whatever ya say

I won't talk about the upcoming episode much. I honestly just don't have the strength anymore. But to make it as short as possible, Stolas is gonna be treated like an uwu poor sad gay boi and once again choose Blitzø, the guy he r*ped, over his own child.

If you check out the leaked story boards for s2 ep12, you'll see how disgusting it is that Via is spitting nothing but facts and yet she'll be demonized by the writers, Stolas lovers and Stolitz shippers. Just...

Please stop lying, dude. Just stop. You shattered her entire life and neglected her for a guy you abused and never got to know on a level that's deeper than sex. No wonder Via thinks he doesn’t love her anymore. The line above gives me the same vibe as THIS line also they made Stolas not only ACT like a guy who victimizes himself but LOOK that way too

STOP LYING. JUST SHUT UP.

I hate this self-pitying hypocrite sm.

And yeah, I get it: he was put in an arranged marriage (this was clearly a retcon, but whatever floats viv's boat) despite being gay and was sheltered and never had friends, but those are explanations for his behavior, not excuses.

Oh and, to anyone who thinks otherwise: Emotional neglect is a form of abuse.

Closing Thoughts

One important thing that I noticed with both Scratch and Grounder and Octavia, is how none of them feel at home with their fathers. A reliable way to know whether you've failed as a parent or not is to see how your behavior affects your kid(s). How does your behavior make them feel?

Let's see here... *checks notes*

Octavia says how Stolas ruined their family, not Stella and in ep12 she's finally gonna call him out on his bullshit thank god. but unfortunately the toxic gay ship will once again be a priority because it's gay

Scratch and Grounder are terrified of Robotnik's wrath, he constantly makes them feel useless and unwanted, but at the same time, they have no problem betraying him both of them always come back to him, just like how Blitzø doesn't leave his abuser because he wants to feel "loved" and "needed" for once even though Stolas treats him like shit

So yeah, if you made your kid(s) feel this way, you've officially failed as a father.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Hiii could you please do a Paul or Embry x reader where she’s been trying to get pregnant for a long time and everyone around her is getting pregnant so she’s really upset until she finally gets what she’s always wanted😊

You stare at the negative test. You and Embry were so sure this would go around! You've followed your doctors orders and done everything you were supposed to. But, unfortunately, that's not the case.

You sniffle and wipe a tear off of your cheek.

"Baby! I'm back!" You hear Embry call out.

You quickly gather yourself and throw away the test. "Okay, hot stuff! Hang on!" You call out. You finally step out of the bathroom and see him setting the takeout on the counter.

Embry is smiling and humming while opening the food and putting it on plates. He looks up at you. "Do you want tea or Kool-Aid?" He asks.

You're about to respond, but he notices something is wrong.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He walks around the counter and walks in front of you. His hands softly hold onto your arms.

You couldn't hold it in. You start bawling. "It was negative again."

He frowns and pulls you into a hug. He strokes your hair and shushes you softly. "It's okay. We are going to have a baby. I know it." He kisses your head. "I'll make sure of it."

Later that night, after you both have taken showers, you get in the bed. You really want to try again. You want to do this every night until it happens. Plus, Embry's a god in bed.

You get on top of him and press your lips on his. He kisses you back and squeezes your ass and then slapping it.

"You want to?" He mumbles in your mouth.

"Yes." You whisper and move your lips to his hot neck.

----

You rock Kim's baby in your arms. Jared is sitting next to you, smiling down at his baby boy. You're wishing this was your baby. Kai (son's name) looks so much like Jared. You dream about your baby looking like Embry.

"He's such a handsome boy. He's gonna grow up and be strong like me." Jared gushes.

"Hm. You're right. He definitely has your face. He may have your personality, too. Another Jared is going to be a challenge." You snort and look at him.

He glares at you. "Well, another you would be a pain." He replies.

Your eyes lower, and then you turn your face back to the baby. Nobody knows that you've been trying for so long.

Rachel and Paul's toddler crawls on the floor through the living room.

"Get back here!" Paul chases him while laughing.

"Paul Lahote, stop tormenting our son!" Rachel yells from the kitchen.

----

Every night, you and Embry try and try again. It's been like this for a couple of months now. Embry has been your biggest supporter. He's there to hold you when you're crying, and he's encouraging. He goes to every doctor visit and reminds you to take your meds and vitamins.

But this day, you're late. Two days late. You're so excited! Embry is gone with the guys. You text him to bring home a test. You fill the day with cleaning and cooking. You have a good feeling. You're so happy!

Finally, he comes home. He's a smiling mess. He drops the test in your lap. "Go! Hurry!" He squeals.

You laugh and run to the bathroom. You pee on it and wait.

Negative.

You scream in aggravation and throw the test in the trash. You stomp out of the bathroom. Embry stands up quickly and grabs onto you.

"I'm sorry.." He pulls you into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

You start crying and just let go in his arms. He lifts you up bridal style and brings you to the bed. He starts tucking you in and turns on the TV and hands you the remote. You watch as he tries to get you comfortable and make you feel better. But you want to try again.

You throw the remote across the bed. "Embry. Let's do it."

----

Embry is driving the truck while you look out the window. You both are headed to Jacob and Renesmee's house for a big dinner in celebration of her being fully grown. (Weird. I know.)

You start to feel a bit nauseated. You don't think too much of it. You haven't eaten today, so you're thinking it's that.

You guys make it there. The house has lights in the trees. You can see inside a few of the Cullens and some of the pack. You walk inside, hand in hand with Embry.

"Hey guys!" Renesmee calls out. She walks up to you both and wraps her arms around yours and his necks.

"Hey, Nessie! Congrats on your growth." You giggle and rub her back.

She pulls away, giggles, and then looks down at your stomach. She puts her hand there and looks up at you.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" She smiles again.

A tear falls from your cheek, and you smile, choking out surprised and happy laughs. Embry wraps you up and spins you around.

"Oh my God. Baby, we did it!" He cries into your neck.

You hear cheering behind you guys.

He sets you down and grabs your face, kissing you. "I fucking love you." He mumbles against your mouth.

"I love you more." You reply and grip onto his shirt, still crying happy tears into the kiss.