#IM NOT A BAD GIRL BUT I DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU

[viperineee]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write sub!Sevika? If you have the time ofc! I really like your works so far. Keep up the good work🫶🏾🩷🩷!

somno w sub!sevika

cw: somno, sub!sevika w dom fem reader, oh god where do i even start, starts off slow, reader teasing sevika, sleepy sub sevi is so cute i wanna make her cry :(, oral sex, fingering, sevika begging, tribbing

it was late, your alarm clock read 2:55 am, and you were unbelievably horny. it started as a wet dream, you shifting subconsciously to grind yourself into sevika’s ass when you both were sleeping. she was a heavy sleeper, she didn’t mind how you moved especially when she was little spoon. (she hated the fact that she enjoyed being little spoon from time to time, you always tease her about it).

but you woke up, panties damp and pussy throbbing. you sat up on your elbows, studying sevika’s face while she slept. your eyes drifted lower, taking in the expanse of her bare back. she didn’t sleep with a shirt on, honestly it was a wonder she slept with anything on. the only article of clothing she wore was her navy blue boxers.

she wouldn’t mind, right? it was going to be shorts you weren’t going to actually fuck her. just a few lick to her pussy to knock the edge off. wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this. after rationalizing with yourself, you decided it wouldn’t be that bad. you just wanted to soothe your cunt.

you pull the covers off of both your bodies, moving carefully so she wouldn’t be too disturbed. you spread her thighs ever so slowly, the dark spot not going unnoticed by your eyes. she was so wet, you wondered what she was dreaming about. you couldn’t let this go to waste, you figured. you place your tongue flat against her clothed pussy, taking in the taste of her wetness through the fabric of her boxers.

you continued to lick heavily, nose pressed against her clit and breathing in her musk. god, her scent alone was enough to drive you insane. you fingers hook the waistband of her boxers, sneakily pulling them off of her and tossing them to the floor.

you spread her lower lips with your index and middle fingers, teasing her hole with the tip of her tongue. that’s when she stirred, only oh so much before she returned to stillness. you took your time, leisurely licking and sucking on her clit, occasionally dipping down to slip your tongue into her entrance.

her sleepy moan hit your ears, eyes snapping up to see hers fluttering open. she looked down at you, eyes heavy from sleep. “princess, what are you-ahhh.” her voice broke off into another needy moan as you slipped a finger inside of her. “shhhh, don’t worry baby. im just taking care of you, okay?” you assure her, latching your lips back onto her clit. her head falls onto the pillow, fingers finding your hair.

“that’s right, im making you feel good, huh? were you dreamin’ about me? was probably dreaming about me makin’ a mess of this pussy.” you chuckle, pushing another finger into her. one thing about sevika, she was always so sensitive when she first wakes up. that’s why you always aimed for morning sex, seeing her so needy and desperate turned you on more than anything.

“fuck, yes. fingers feel so good.” she rasped, and you saw the shadow of her hardened nipples. the wet sounds of your fingers filling her pussy, coated with slick, filled the air. “oh, look at ‘er. so wet for me, so cute.” you teased her, and she turned her head to the side. always so embarrassed, poor girl.

“hah, right there, oh yess.” she breathed, thighs threatening to close around your head. she was absolutely gone once you added a third, she loved when you stretched her out. the pads of your fingers grazed her g-spot occasionally. you felt her clench around your fingers, your tongue and fingers working in sync to bring her to the edge. seeing her cum was like a kid seeing the floor covered in presents on christmas. her back arched off of the bed just enough to emphasize the swell of her tits, hips jerking as she fell into the abyss of pleasure .

“fuuuck, good girl. cumming all over my fingers, so good for me.” you smile brightly, pulling your fingers out of her to shove your tongue in her hole, drinking up everything she gave. she doesn’t have the energy to push you away, letting you lap at her juices until you were satisfied.

only you weren’t. your pussy was still throbbing, aching to be touched despite almost cumming as you ate her out. you needed more, you craved more. sevika laid above you, thighs spread and pussy on display like a whore. you climbed on top of her, kneading her tits and you press a sloppy kiss to her lips.

“my baby is so good to me, isn’t she? so easy for me to use, so compliant.” you praise her, wiggling your panties off. you toss them on to the floor with her boxers, lifting up her leg and kissing down her calf. she let out a whine at the movement, still being sensitive from your earlier ministrations. you hovered your pussy over hers, and she bit her lip, never taking her eyes off the sight of your pussy.

it’s something on her list of things about you she’ll never get tired of seeing. your laugh, the cutest little concentration face when you did your hair, and your pussy, in that exact order. sevika bucked her hips, brushing her pussy against yours. “please, baby, c’mon. woke me up outta my sleep, don’t tease too.” she pleaded, and you licked your lips.

“aw my poor sev. i did wake you up didn’t i? and you took it all without complaint. such a good girl.” you lowered your cunt onto hers. both of you were so wet, it was like trying to clasp a necklace on with wet hands. you rock against her a few times, trying to find the best angle for both of you.

the moment your clit brushed against hers, she was gone. her hips bucked up to chase that feeling, placing her large hand on your hips. “fuck, oh shit you feel so good.” you whine, and you saw her eyes flutter shut. you lean forward, pinching her nipple to get her attention. “eyes on me, baby. you wanna cum, don’t you?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

her grey eyes were glossed over with lust, she looked at you like a sad little puppy. “y-yes, wanna cum so bad, i need it baby please. please make me cum.” she keened, and you smiled at her response. “i love when you beg. ’s so cute.” you rut against her, your own high coiling in your stomach just waiting for release.

both of your moans mixed together, although hers were lower than yours. she was so shy when she was bottoming, her face flushed and her eyes trying to desperately avoid meeting yours. she knew she would fall apart if she looked at you. “ah, vika, im so close. fuck, pretty pussy gonna make me cum.” you pant, your grip tightening on her calf.

“shit, yes. please cum on me, princess.” her hips were jerking, a telltale she was close to falling apart herself. your ruts became sloppy, and you came first, head falling forward as you moan her name loudly. you made a mental reminder to bake cookies for your neighbors, god knows they don’t need to hear you both fucking this late at night.

“that’s it, ke-ep going, so fuckin’ close.” she grunts, using both of her hands to keep you rocking against her clit. you let her take control, overstimulating yourself just so she could cum. a surprisingly loud moan broke from her throat, you felt her lightly bounce you on her clit until she couldn’t handle anymore. you both remained still, you looked down and saw the creamy mess that both of your pussies created.

“I’ll get a towel.” sevika mumbled, carefully lifting you off of her clit so she could stand. and you burst out laughing at her trembling thighs. “a little shaky there!” you tease her further. “fuck you!”

sorry it took so long my arm has been on fire since Wednesday (got my second tattoo) but here it is! I hope it was good, i tried to pump out an idea as fast as i could

[pb5luvr]

Love your writing! Would love to see overprotective P when someone’s intentionally fouling or being to rough with Azzi eventually causing her to land bad and get a concussion. Then her being all worried and cute

protect you

a/n: thank you so much and thank you for the idea!! i’m trying to write at least once a day so bare with me. i also whipped this up in like 20 mins so i apologize if it kinda sucks

3rd POV

it was late in the 3rd quarter and gampel was buzzing. uconn was playing up 73-51 against villanova, paige had a near triple double, azzi was knocking down 3s like crazy; the game was in their favor. azzi, however, had a crazy defender on her—fouling her, playing rough with her. azzi was getting frustrated but someone that was noticeably more frustrated was paige.

the 4th quarter starts and azzi goes for a steal and scores an easy layup, she’s up to 27 points. back on the defensive end, the opposing teams player shoots a 3. she misses and azzi goes for the rebound. suddenly, azzi is knocked to the ground by her defender. on her way down, the back of her head hits one of her teammates legs, hard. azzi is on the ground, clutching her head while holding back tears. paige runs to her immediately. the crowd goes silent.

“AZZI” paige yells as she gets down to the brunettes level

azzi’s head is pounding. her ears are slightly ringing and her visions getting blurry, though she can’t tell if it’s from her head or the facts that her eyes are welling with tears.

the other 4 on the floor are standing around her, hoping she’ll get up and shake it off. she doesn’t though and soon, janelle, the teams athletic training, is running over the girl on the ground. azzi is helped up and walked into the locker room, still clutching her head. as azzi exits the game, the refs call for a play review.

after review, the play is ruled a common foul. paige is livid.

“are you fucking kidding me?!” paige yells at the refs, “she just got knocked to the ground and you’re calling that a common foul? are you fucking blind?”

just then, the ref blows her whistle. a technical foul is called on her. now geno is the one who’s livid. the crowd is booing, geno is getting held back by his staff, and paige is in disbelief. next thing you know, paige is sitting on the bench getting an angry stare from her coach.

paige is benched that whole quarter.

the buzzer signaling the end of the 4th quarter sounds, uconn wins 89-63. paige, however, is still as angry as ever. boy does she have something to say to azzi’s defender in the handshake line.

“do that to her again and see what happens” she lashes at the opposing player. the player only scoffs in return, unfazed.

paige immediately runs to the training room as soon as the handshake line is over, not even caring if she has to do a post game interview. as soon as paige spots azzi, she’s quick to be by her side.

“azzi!” she exclaims while walking over to her, “i got her as soon as i could what happ-” she started before being cut off

“just stop paige” azzi responded sternly, shooting her a glare

paige cocks her head to the side, suddenly confused

“getting a tech? are you insane?” azzi replies to her gesture

paige was about to lose it. her girlfriend is injured for who knows how long and now she’s mad at her too?

“are you insane azzi? you know i did that to protect you!”

azzi scoffed, “and how is getting a tech protecting me exactly?”

“you were getting pushed around all game and the refs did nothing about it! it was bullshit!” paige replied, slightly yelling

azzi winced, head still pounding, “please just stop yelling. it hurts my head and i don’t want to hear it”

paige was silent in an instant, suddenly putting her anger aside and remembering the state her girlfriend was in.

“what did they say” she asked softly

“i have a concussion. im out for a week or two”

paige responded by wrapping her arms around the younger girls neck. azzi melted into her touch.

“i’m sorry i yelled and i know it was stupid of me to get a tech but my only intention was to stand up for you” paige whispered as she placed a soft kiss to azzi’s temple

“i know and im sorry for getting mad at you. thank you for sticking up for me, i love you” azzi responded softly

“i love you too. so much that i would do anything for you, even if that means getting benched” paige smirked

azzi let out a soft chuckle and the two made their way back to the locker room to celebrate the win.

[bumblebriez]

Love Stricken (PT.3)

(Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Fem!Reader)

(PT.1) (PT.2) (PT.4)

⚠️⚠️⚠️: Swearing, no smut in this one, just a bit of love and a BAD possessive Ex.

Never in a million years would you think, you'd catch the eyes of a certain jujutsu sorcerer but you did and with that came alot of consequences. That you would eventually find out the hard way.

Your parents vanished a good couple of years ago with no knowledge of why and where, leaving you; the eldest, to care and provide for your younger siblings. Being responsible and forgetting about the life you used to live, you felt lost. Struggling a lot with your self worth.

Your best friend took it upon herself to finally get you to live your life a little more by taking you out on the town for a night.

But you found that night was the start of your downfall.

Ahhhhhh hah heeeyyy 🫣

So we listen and we don’t judge..

Nah but for real, apologies for taking a long time, I really haven’t picked up any of my works, I just haven’t been motivated to write at all but what I did end up writing ages ago, I just finished. Just a reminder this isn’t following the plot, there will be aspects from it but not really.

Im gonna try and motivate myself more because I really do enjoy writing and I was really enjoying getting into the rhythm of this one. I have some… plans for this.

Sadly this chapter isn’t as long as the last two but I’ll make up for it. Appreciate the support! Thank you for reading! <3

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GIF by saewrq

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It been a good couple of weeks since you heard from Gojo. You quite literally held onto the fact he would call you back later.

You convinced yourself that he was just busy to save yourself some pity.

You’d kind of wished you had forgotten the whole thing but atlas, you didn’t. Every night you laid there, staring at your phone; waiting for his name to flash on the screen.

And now you’re thinking; maybe you should have called him instead.

Maybe you were in over your head already.

Maybe you were feeling delusional.

Another week goes by and you find yourself standing in your small kitchen, staring at a new bouquet of flowers that sat upon the counter.

You had assumed that they were from Gojo, though it didn’t say. You wouldn’t lie.. it was a cute gesture but it pissed you off. How did he have the time to send you fucking flowers but not send you a simple text?

Your phone resting in your hand and you struggle to tap on his contact. You run your free hand through your messy hair; trying and failing at calming your overwhelming body.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you place your phone softly on the counter. Anxiety ran through your veins, shaking your body at the simple thought of even sending a text.

You didn’t want to seem… needy.

Even though you haven’t even tried to talk to the man.

Maybe you were playing too much and you just missed out on something that could’ve been great.

All these intrusive thoughts ran through your head, making you feel worse and worse. You fail to notice little eyes peering up at you.

“Sidda?” You break from your trance, turning to look down at the little strawberry blonde haired girl. Her little fingers wrapping around the edge of the hoodie, you wore.

“Yes baby?” You hummed, crouching down to her level.

“Are we still going to the park today, like you promised?”Her body swayed slightly as if she was nervous to ask. The question immediately triggering a previous memory of the promise from last week.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, Akari not hearing your swear.

“Yes.. yes! Of course. Go get your brother and we can get ready to leave.” Your eyes fluttered to your kitchen window, the bright sun rays shining through.

It is a beautiful day.

A day for distractions.

You watched excitement spread across the wee girl’s face; your lips curl into a smile.

Akari darts off, wasting no more time; her voice echoing throughout the house, hollering after her brother.

You take one last look at your phone; a desperate attempted at manifestation.

Demolishing every last bit of hope you clung onto, you let out a sigh of defeat. Your feet move before your body as they slowly stride out of the kitchen.

At least it was a good night. One you most likely won’t forget.

Little to your knowledge, the day was only beginning.

**

A faded smile sits on your lips as you watch the memory play on your phone. It was an old video, one where Akari didn’t even exist yet.

You watch as your father hoists your little brother into the air when he was just a wee boy, his giggling flew out of your phone’s speakers.

A familiar sadness filled your core as you swiped to another video.

Your mother was cradling her newborn in her arms, a cute little girl. Your mother’s eyes were filled with so much love as she stared down at Akari. It wasn’t long after that they had vanished, leaving nothing but leaving you with everything.

Your tongue swiped at your bottom lip, wetting the dryness as you lock your phone, having enough of reminiscing.

You look over to where your siblings had gone off too and see your little brother pushing your baby sister on the swing.

Families walked past you of all shapes and sizes, parents and their newborns. No broken families insight.

You were lost in your daze not noticing your little brother approaching you. Alone.

“Have you seen Akari?” You jump at the sudden voice, immediately alarmed.

“What do you mean Riku? She was just with you?” You exclaimed to the younger ebony haired boy, moving to stand up; your eyes scanning the playground equipment.

“I know. She just ran off, I assumed she was coming to you.” He said back, following you as you slowly made your way around the playground, looking for your little bundle of joy.

“You can’t take your eyes off her, you know that.”

“Why weren’t you watching then!” You chose to ignore his comment, knowing he was right. You should’ve known better.

Your pace started to speed up as you felt your heart leap into your throat. If anything happened to her, you would never forgive yourself.

“She kept saying something about patting the pretty doggy. Dogs aren’t even aloud in here.” Riku spoke as he kept up with you. That only made you worry even more, thinking she left the safety of the boundaries.

Both of you past the food stands, specifically the ice cream one, thinking maybe she changed her course and was wanting an ice cream.

You accidentally bumped into a man, not bothering to look up, too focused on your own.

You muttered a quick apology before setting off again, pulling your little brother with you.

The man stood in shock and confusion at the sudden impact that he was not expecting; watching as you disappeared from his view.

To your relief, the search was short lived as the familiar strawberry blonde started to come into view.

You sigh loudly as you made your way to her, seeing a teen crouched down, talking to the little girl.

“Akari! You can’t run off like that.” Ignoring the teen, you quickly pulled the girl into your arms, squeezing her tightly.

“I wanted to pat the pretty puppy.” Her voice croaked out as you held her at arms length.

“Honey. Dogs aren’t aloud in here.” You say softly as you caressed her plush red cheek in your hand.

“Yeah. Idiot.” Riku muttered lightly, earning a glare from you.

“Yes they are. It was his doggy!” She pointed to the teen behind her and you finally acknowledged the awkward teen as he stared at the little girl with a semi shocked expression.

“I’m sorry about her. She has a crazy imagination. Always running off to find something new.” You grumbled, standing to your feet, dusting the grit from your knees; attention on him.

“It’s.. fine.” The teen spoke with uncertainty, his dark blue eyes meeting yours. Making you feel a little uneasy as the shock was quick to go, replaced by a stoic expression.

“Thank you for staying with her..?”

“Megumi.”

“Megumi! Thank you. I appreciate it.” You exclaimed with a bright smile. He didn’t really respond, simply giving you a nod.

“Y/N?”

You turn to the man that was approaching your little group, who just happened to be the one you ran into earlier. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you’ve seen him from or why he felt so familiar.

He was sporting a dark blue jacket with a high collar and matching slim pants, along with a pair of black dress boots.

But what stood out the most to you was the black blindfold he was wearing.

Not to mention the deathly familiar pure white hair.

Just as you were going to apologise for bumping into him, it hit you like a truck.

“Satoru?”

“I see you’ve met one of my students.” He gestured to Megumi but your eyes never left his form.

You’ve been waiting for weeks to hear from this man.

And here he was. Two ice creams in his hands. At the park.

All kinds of feelings surge through your body as all kinds of thoughts swirled in your head.

Realising this was definitely not the place to speak your mind. You don’t speak.

at least to him.

“Come on kids. We’re leaving.” You mumbled down to your siblings. Avoiding wherever Gojo’s glaze was.

“But-“ Akari tried to protest but you just gave her a stern look, quick to interrupt her; your hands pushing against their backs.

“I said we’re leaving.”

Satoru was shocked when he saw you, he saw you a mile away. Excitement was brewing in his chest at the thought he’d finally get to see you again, to the point he’d purposely allowed you to bump into him; lowering his infinity.

But to his surprise, you didn’t recognise him. At least not right away.

He wasn’t going to lie.

He was expecting a bigger reaction from you than what he got.

And he knew deep down, he was definitely the cause.

Work was busy, it was very hands on; more than normal. These special grade curses were really giving it to him; especially Sukana and from that he didn’t realise how much time had passed.

Satoru watched your retreating form, most definitely watching your plump ass swaying with every step.

“Who and what did you do to her?” Gojo’s not only student but dependent muttered to him; eyeing his guardian suspiciously.

“That’s offensive. I’m offended!” Megumi rolled his eyes annoyingly at the ‘adult’ and his deflection at the question.

Satoru sighed softly, the smile he was forcing dropping slightly.

“Completely nothing. That’s why.” The raven haired boy’s eyebrow raised as Gojo’s facade slipped away for a second.

“You two should probably make up. That little girl saw my shikigami. She could be in trouble.”

Gojo tapped his chin as thoughts ran through his head. He was obviously pretty good at sensing cursed energy but he didn’t sense any within you.

Were they your offspring?

Where was their dad?

“You’re right Gumi!” His feet moved before his torso, a hop to his step; pushing the ice cream cones he just purchased into Megumi’s hands.

“Where are you going? We are supposed to be looking for this special grade.” Megumi called out, watching his guardian bounce away.

“To make up! You’ve got this!” The raven huffed out before looking down at his shikigami companion; the living twin.

“Don’t call me that.” The boy whispered more to himself before poking his tongue out to lick at the frozen concoction.

“Gross. Rum raisin.”

**

You sit in your room with your head in your hands, your foot was bouncing against the hardwood floor.

You felt anger. Unnecessary anger. Shame.

His stupid handsome face kept flashing in your mind. It was driving you crazy.

You really shouldn’t be angry, it takes two to tango but is it wrong to expect someone to make the first move?

You’ve been fucked over and fooled too many times to count and with a guy like Gojo.. you want to take extra precautions.

Is that so wrong?

Why do you feel so stupid then?

“What’s wrong?” You quickly lift your head up and see Riku standing in your doorway, looking at you with almost worry.

“It’s nothing. Just have a headache.” You smile briefly, correcting your posture.

“It’s not what I said right? I’m sorry if it is.” His almost worrying expression deepened; his eyes glistening.

“No no. It’s not that. It’s really nothing.” Obviously it was something. You just didn’t want to explain you’d caught feelings for the guy you had a one night stand with to your 13 year old brother.

The boys frown deepened, knowing it wasn’t nothing. He knew you better than that but for his own safety, he wasn’t going to push it further.

The last thing he wanted to see was you upset over nothing that was obviously something.

“Where’s your sister?” You asked as you watched Riku make his way over to you, taking a seat beside you.

“Watching her dumb show.” The boy muttered with an annoyed tone. You smiled sweetly before bumping him softly with your elbow “You use to watch dumb shows too.”

Riku scoffed with a roll of his eyes “Yeah but not like hers. They are really dumb.” You giggled at your younger brother.

You hummed lightly, wrapping an arm around his back; pulling him closer, squeezing softly.

“Do you still think about Mum and Dad?” That previous feeling of sadness returned, your smile dropped slightly.

“Of course. Every now and again.” You spoke with a small voice.

“I don’t. Every-time I think about them, I get mad.” Your hand brushed through Riku’s jet black locks.

“What makes you mad?”

“That they left. They left us here.” Your head tilted to rest on the crown of his own. You weren’t going to lie, you were resentful. You use to be filled to the brim with anger.

So you understood completely where he was coming from but the more you grew into the person you are now.. the more responsible you became.

You had no room for unwarranted feelings. You had had kids to care for. You needed to be different. You needed to grow up.

Perhaps that’s where a lot of your problems stem from. Perhaps those feelings are still there, bottled up.

“Siddda.” The comfort of the silence was broken as your little sister appeared in your room. Pulling a slight grumble from Riku.

“Yes baby?” Her little hand pointed in the direction of the living room.

“There’s a weird man at the front door, he’s asking for you.” You perked an eyebrow at Akari before pushing Riku from you; gently.

“Both of you, stay here.” You muttered, pushing your sister further into your room.

Your feet hit the hardwood floors softly as you strided your way to the living room.

Immediately you halt as you see the ‘weird’ man now in your humble abode. Shivers ran up your spine as your eyes take him in.

“I thought she would recognise me, I’m a bit hurt.”

You straightened your posture, staring coldly at the man.

“Why would she?”

He tilted his head at you, a smirk resting on his lips. “She did love me.”

“She was two.”

He started to look around your home, taking small steps towards you. Making you feel on edge more than you already are.

“Nothings changed I see.”

“What do you want Zack?”

You huffed in annoyance, placing your hands on your hips as you stared daggers at your.. previous partner.

His smirk widened slightly as you almost prowled around your living room, his eyes never leaving yours. “Can’t I just visit an old friend?”

You removed your hands from your hips, crossing your arms across your chest instead, the annoyed expression deepening on your features. “We are not friends. If I remember correctly, we ended on bad terms.”

Zack let out a small breathless chuckle, his eyes glancing over at the entrance to the kitchen, seeing your flowers sitting on the counter but the archway. He changed the topic quick.

“I see you got my flowers.” His eyes landed back onto you.

“Your-“ Your eyes widened slightly, realising you had been wrong. They weren’t from Gojo. They were from HIM. “You sent them?”

He let out a small playful scoff “Of course. Who else?”

You couldn’t help be feel the pang of disappointment in your heart, your face showing that you were more offended than disappointed though, trying to hide the fact.

He lean forward a little that stupid smirk still on his lips “Did you think you got it from someone else? Please.”

“Who would send you flowers when you barely leave the house?” He continued to talk down to you, his tone carrying not only amusement but condescension.

“You need to leave.” You spoke in a stern tone, not in the mood for his antics, you didn’t know why he was here and frankly you couldn’t care less.

“Come on. I know you miss me.” Zack purred, starting to slowly make his way over to you, you couldn’t help yourself as your body recoiled slightly, taking a few steps back, not wanting him any closer.

Your breathing hitched as you felt your back hit the wall and Zack was now standing in front of you, you could practically smell his awful cologne that you always hated flowing off him in waves.

“See. I can see it. You still want me.”

You turned your nose up at him, unable to hide the disgust that started to rise inside you. “I don’t.” Unable to stop the growl.

Suddenly Zack slammed you against the wall, holding you against it by your shoulders, his smirk turning into something more.. sinister. A look you were all to familiar with.

You couldn’t help the hard flinch from your body, the sharp gasp that escaped your lips.

Zack’s eyes glimmered as he leaned in towards your ear “You’re mine. Always will be.” A cold shiver ran through you, fear slowly creeping through.

“What are you doing?” A younger voice broke through the tension, saving you from.. whatever the situation was leading too.

Both You and Zack turned towards the voice and you saw Riku standing there, Akari hiding behind him.

Zack forced a sickly sweet smile, looking back at you, releasing his hold on your shoulders; brushing down your arms to straighten your top.

“Just catching up kid.” You let out a small breath of relief as he pulled away, removing himself from your boundaries.

Zack sent you a small wink before turning on his heels and heading for the door but not before looking over his shoulders and saying “Enjoy the flowers Y/N.”

And with that he left.

Leaving you with unspoken feelings that had seemed to have never left, trauma that was never fixed.. that you didn’t think could be.

You turned to your siblings, forcing yourself to be strong. Strong for them but not for yourself..

Forcing a small shaky smile to them, ignoring the look Riku was giving you as he studied your demeanour. That boy was too smart for his own good.

“Let’s get dinner ready.”

**

After settling your siblings in, preparing dinner and tucking them in for the night.

You made your way out of your house, the bouquet of flowers in your hand, your feet heading straight towards the trash can.

Without any hesitation, you threw the flower to the bottom of the bin, slamming the lid shut and letting out a shaky breath.

You inhaled deeply, running a hand through your hair, dragging your hand down your face.

“Those from your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened, your whole body jumping from the unexpected voice, you twirl around to face the man, being met with Satoru.

A sheepish grin plastered on his lips, his hands shoved into his pockets. He was dressed in casual attire, very different from what you witnessed him in earlier today. No blindfold. His glasses in place.

You couldn’t ignore how attractive he looked, or the way he made you feel just by being in his presence.

But yet you couldn’t help but feel uneasy, not because of him. (Though you couldn’t help still being pissed at him no matter how good he looked.) but from Zack. He really sent you in a spiral and you felt unsafe. On edge.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” You stuttered out, wrapping your arms around your body, he tilted his head as he took you in, if he noticed something was off.. he didn’t question it.

“So you can talk?” His smile widened just slightly, his eyes slowly trailing over your body, not bothering to hide his interest.

You huffed in annoyance, your eyes involuntarily rolling at his teasing tone. Not a word you heard from this man and he had the urge to tease you.

His smile softened lightly as he took in your annoyed stance.

“Look..” He started with a fleet of hesitation in his tone, taking a step forward. “I get that you’re.. pissed at me-“

You held your hand up to stop him from talking. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. I really don’t.” You made yourself move, heading back towards your porch. You felt guilty that you might’ve been a bit too harsh but you were feeling overwhelmed with.. everything.

Gojo wanted to reach out and grab you but refrained from it, instead choosing to follow you, his eyes briefly glancing over to your trash can.

“Y/N.” He called softly, following you to your front door.

“Please Satoru. I can’t handle this right now.” You murmured softly, going to open the front door.

Gojo couldn’t help but feel frustrated at your lack of patience, he normally could withstand most things, biting back with his own sense of humour and attitude.. but you were different. God you were different and he needed that.

He wanted you. Even if it was just after one night.. you made him feel.. normal. Like he could relax for once. Not being put on a constant pedestal.

“Please just talk to me. Let me explain.” He couldn’t help the hint of desperation that lured into his voice.

You turned to face him with a hard expression “I’m not some booty call okay? Someone you can just.. you can’t just say things like you did and just disappear!” You sighed deeply before continuing. He straightened his posture as he listened, his smile had been completely wiped from his face.

“I just.. I’ve been fucked over too many times, lead on.. hurt and I’ve always been a fool to fall for it..” His face soften at your words but he didn’t interrupt you, he didn’t force his way to control the moment like he knew he could.

“Sweetheart.. You’re more than that.” Gojo spoke softly, taking a few steps up the small stairs connected to your porch before he was standing in front of you, not invading your space like he was prone too, he wanted to pull you in.. not push you away.

“I didn’t lie. I meant everything I said. My life is.. hectic. Work keeps me on my toes, I never wanted you to think I was avoiding you and I’m so sorry that I made you doubt.” Gojo couldn’t believe the words that flowed from his mouth like it was the easiest thing in the world. It wasn’t a common affliction for him to be serious but he wanted you to know.. he needed you to know that he was more than interested in you.

“I won’t lie.. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night..” He smiled lightly; his hands clenching into fists trying to ignore the urge to reach out and grab you.

Throughout when he spoke, your hard expression turned more soft but you still felt like you had to be on guard, shaking your head lightly at his comment about your hookup.

He stepped closer to you, peering down at you and not in an intimidating way. You tensed slightly as he reached up to caress the side of your neck.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking and I’d be the fool to not fight for something I want.” You could hear the determination in his voice, his hand moving to your jaw to tilt your chin up at him.

“So what’s it going to be doll. Think you can give me another chance?”

You couldn’t help the small curl of your lips, as you shook your head lightly. “Is that a yes?” He pressed with a mischievous smile, stepping closer to you, his hand came up to caress your cheek gently.

“You better not make me look like a fool.” *You whispered softly, leaning into his touch.*

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” Before you could say anything, his lips pressed to yours, moving in a slow and tender manner, your body seemed to react on it’s own; wrapping your arms around his neck as you kept up the pace.

Your eyes fluttered closed blissfully but Gojo’s however..

His bright blue eyes opened and glanced over slowly to your trash can..

His eyes narrowed slightly as his lips continued to move with yours, watching the cursed energy consume the can, swirling menacingly around it. That bouquet wasn’t just any bundle of flowers..

[bambisturns]

Matt x Poppy!Reader

Matts tiktok feed does something to him. He cracks.

Everything Matt x Poppy!Reader related here!

Matt knew you were on tour, at least thats what Madison told him the last time he and his brothers hung out with her. Today was supposed to be like any other sunday, a reset lounging around maybe getting some more needed sleep he knew he needed. After sitting in the living room for roughly the majority of the day, Matt let both his brothers know he was taking a nap, and not to wake him unless it was an emergency.

Laying in before Matt decided to do his routinely scheduled “tiktok scrolling until he passes out” his eyes blurring from the heaviness of him being so tired. With one last swipe a video of you pop up he sits up straight breath caught in his throat. Matt couldnt believe what he was seeing. ‘Is that Poppy crawling on the ground?!’ His eyes dont deceive him. Its you. Basking in all your glory. You crawl towards a fans camera leaning in giving it a kiss. Matts eyes widen. Hes never seen you act this way. Hes intrigued, this is a whole new you. ‘Fuck did I really fuck her up that bad?… yes you fucking idiot’ he answers his own thoughts.

Scrolling he sees another clip its just a regular video of you talking about how you making some music changes. “So we all know Ive kinda like always been a pop girly… if you guys have known me for a while you’ll know that I actually enjoy alternative music.” You say in the video ‘I knew that!’ He thinks to himself remembering you really loving deftones. Always had it playing. “Well Im actually going through the process of a genre change..” the crowd screams. The screaming echoing in Matts room.

“So ive written a song I cant tell you much about it yet… BUT BUT hear me out… what if i gave you a taste of what youll see from me next… hmm…” you smile tilting your head to the side before the lights dim and you run off stage, the video cuts out. ‘What thats it?!’ Matt thinks to himself. He goes to the persons account and finds the part two video. Clicking it instantly. Your outfit changed no longer wearing your pink sparkly corset mini dress but now a black corset mini dress his eyes widen ‘holy fuck’

The crowd screaming again. The lights dimming more fog and a soft red hue lingering. Then he hears it. “Change (in the house of flies)” by deftones starts playing. Your voice a little more raw more intense more… you. His eyes widen even more. Oh he’s invested. He’s never seen you like this swinging your hair around on your knees being seductive, your in your element.

You see the girl recording so you gave her a little show for her video getting on your knees bouncing up and down, swinging your hair around some more, running your hands through your hair. Finally tilting your head to the side you give the camera a little smirk and wink then the “ahh’s” from the song start you lay on the ground arching your back sliding your free hand down your body while making direct eye contact with the camera.

“HOLY FUCK Y/N YOUR SO FUCKING HOT” he hears the girl behind the camera scream. Matt is completely speechless eyes basically bulging out of his head it also helps that the girl recording is in the front row. Hes getting a good ass view of you doing your thing. ‘I fucked up real bad’ he thinks to himself. Without thinking Matt saves the video. Yea hes definitely gonna use that later.

But he cracked. He broke no contact.

Matthew:

Seen you on stage, you looked great poppy.

Really proud of you.

Read at 9:40pm

Poppy is so sexy I wanna be poppy.

🏷️: @thecrawlys

a/n: poppy is planning to do a sound change. Since she left her old record label and just started doing shit on her own. Her record label didn’t envision her the way she envisioned herself.

[darthwhorecrux]

thanks for the tag @pinguwuuuu 😘😘😘😘

What's the origin of your username? i've been on and off tumblr for a long time, mostly lurking/reading (this is the first time i've ever been actively posting hehe), and the last account i had before this one, i was waaaaay into the star wars and harry potter fandoms so my username kind of combines both of those (darth for the sith lords from sw, and whorecrux is a spin of horcrux from hp but like whore bc i'm a whore). sw and hp may not be as much my jam anymore but they'll always hold a piece of my heart so i came back under the same name :D

OTP(s) + shipname: bbrae (beast boy and raven from teen titans will ALWAYS be my og), asta and noelle from black clover (idk if they have a ship name or what it is), ichihime (ichigo and orihime obviiii), harley quinn and poison ivy, eren and mikasa, and probably so many more im missing...

Favourite colour: pink!!!

Song stuck in my head: Battery by Metallica. im seeing them in concert in may! super excited, i love them soooo much and the beginning of that song is so Hueco Mundo/Arrancar coded hehehehe

Weirdest habit/trait: i'm an early bird! i usually go to bed early (when i can) because i like to be up early, especially on the weekends when i don't have to get ready for work! i like how slow and peaceful the mornings are and how i can be alone

Hobbies: reading, writing, walking, lifting, listening to music, singing, dancing, playing video games, doing my makeup, scrapbooking, etc. >:)

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? it would be sooooo cool to be an author/writer but writing big book is hard!!!

Something you’re good at: listening. i attract the yappers for sure lol

Something you hate: explosive people. i hate being around people where it feels like i'm walking on eggshells trying not to aggravate them. it freaks me out, makes me super upset, and exhausts me

Something you forget: that life doesn't have to be all or nothing. when i'm doing bad or get slightly overwhelmed i slip into that mindset, but not everything is that simple! i don't need to put myself into a box or be perfectly one thing or the other!

Your love language: i literally don't know. i think im a combo of like everything except for gift giving (i suck at giving gifts and i hate receiving them!). maybe acts of service mostly??? i like to show ppl i care by trying to make them happy or lighten the load for them!

Favourite movies/shows: soooo many 😭 Bleach OBVI, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, death note, attack on titan, mob psycho 100, rick and morty, breaking bad, squid game, girl interrupted, scream franchise, child's play franchise, halloween franchise, (okay so like any of the classic slasher franchises), and so much more i'm sure im forgetting :P

Favourite food: i loveeeee food! if i must choose one, pasta!!! chicky alfredo

Favourite animal: goat 🐐♑️

What were you like as a child? so weird and kind of a troublemaker. and then i hit puberty and i was like woooow so it's not funny for me to be weird anymore because i'm a lady now?!?! and i got really quiet and have been since

Favourite subject in school: math

Least favourite subject: history

What’s your best character trait: i like to think that i'm kind and keep an open mind. i'm not perfect so i definitely have bad and bitter days, but i used to be very very sad and i don't want anyone to feel that way. i totally rock with the idea that you never know what kind of battle someone is fighting behind the scenes so you should be kind to everyone 🫶🏼

What’s your worst character trait? i'm suuuuuuch a puss and i hate confrontation, like to the point where it's seriously problematic and i will let ppl/things ruin my life rather than confront them UGH or i will just go ghost to avoid explaining why i don't want someone in my life anymore which is not healthy either! (always working on it 🥲)

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? i'm pretty content! but if i have to choose something, maybe more meaningful connections with others. after college i don't have a lot of close friends nearby. i like to be alone but i probably spend a little too much time by myself lol. i'd also love to not have to work buuuuut unfortunately that's not an option 🥺

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? my grandmother. she died before i was born and from all that i hear about her she sounds like she was an incredible woman and i wish i had gotten the chance to know her

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @cloudyempress @bucciaratizippers @mayurisstalker @keigolover123

Get to know mutuals ^-^ tagged by @bankaizen (thank you for the tag ❤️)

I'm sorry, it's so long!! I'm putting it behind the read more for easier reading.

What’s the origin of your username? It's a song by Armand Van Helden! He's one of my favourite DJs haha.

OTP(s) + shipname: TUna LMAO (Tidus/Yuna) from FFX, Fanille (Fang/Vanille from FFXIII), Touya/Yukito from CCS, GinRan and Unohana/Isane from Bleach. Yakuza: Daigo/Mine. Also a big fan of Canon Character/OCs!!!

Favourite colour: Turquoise/teal - most of my fountain pen inks are in that colour range lol

Song stuck in my head: The Macrodata Refinement Dance Party mixed by ODESZA

Weirdest habit/trait: If I'm at a restaurant, I fold my used napkins neatly to be disposed of.

Hobbies: I have a lot! Aside from writing, there are:

(junk) journaling, which in turn, lead me to my stationery and fountain pen hobbies

playing the piano (been playing since I was 5)

swimming (was a competitive swimmer for most of my child and teenage years)

I garden in the spring/summertime

I also love to cook and have done dinner parties for my friends (but I don't enjoy baking)

I'm also into photography

I wish I had more time in the day for it, but I also try to do some language learning!

If you could have any job you wish what would you have? A food/travel writer/reviewer!

Something you’re good at: I've been told I'm good at giving advice and listening to people. Personally I'm very good at directions! There have been a few times where I've been stopped on the street and helped people navigate their way around.

Something you hate: Oranges :(, I can't stand the colour, the smell and the taste.

Something you forget: Hmmm not sure! I guess phone numbers. I only remember the numbers of my immediate family...

Your love language: Gift giving! I love getting people gifts and try hard to get something meaningful and/or practical. I'll try to remember little details about my friends and find something along the lines of that. I also love receiving gifts lol.

Favourite movies/shows: Ahhh so many! For animanga: Bleach, Samurai Champloo, xxxHOLiC, Sailor Moon, JJBA Diamond is Unbreakable. For movies: Spirited Away, Sorry to Bother You, Drive, Kill Bill Vol 2, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, The Fall. Shows: Hannibal, Regular Show, 30 Rock, Prison Playbook (k-drama), Hotel del Luna (k-drama), Racket Boys (k-drama).

Favourite food: Too many... I think I could eat soup dumplings/xiaolongbao by the bucket loads. Or Sri Lankan crab curry mmmm. I also can't say no to chocolate cake 🫣

Favourite animal: bears!!! I know they could kill me, but why are they friend-shaped :(

What were you like as a child? I was an easygoing child and VERY curious. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do "science" experiments. Like one time I woke up around 3am and I dug up the front yard to find "cool rocks" 💀 or buy mentos from the local convenience store, wait for everyone to go to bed, then sneak into the kitchen and put the mentos in my parents 2L coke bottle to see it explode LMAO.

Favourite subject in school: i've been in school for too long: french & geography -> science -> physics -> biology -> advanced health economics for low and middle-income countries & biostatistics

Least favourite subject: Wood working... to avoid a fail, I asked the guy who had a crush on me to help me with my final project 🫣 I also hated organic chemistry in undergrad.

What’s your best character trait: I've been told I'm very caring and calming to be around! I had a friend describe me as a "human version of a spa" 💀

What’s your worst character trait? I cut people out of my life very easily. I think I should be more forgiving, but I just... can't get passed whatever slight was made to me/loved ones. I'm trying to be understanding and compassionate, but I also don't want you near me ever again lol.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I hope trump and his administration dies. In my immediate life? I'd like a higher salary.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? It is definitely a tie between Johann Sebastian Bach and Muzio Clementi!! They are my favourite composers. My piano exam repertoire for the Baroque and Classical periods were from their piano repertoire. I have so much fun playing them and would love to learn their thought processes.

I tag: @soprawrites @villainsrtasty @nail-art-no-jutsu @muzansfangs @snuggetfish @if-dreams-do-come-true and any others who want to do this too (also feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this, no obligation at all!!)

[auntiejohn]

so it goes... is sooo kai & paedyn idec

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[gl-saveme]

And the way she chose to fight was with a lethal face card

Film Rachanun as Metawee in Pluto Ep 8

[tipofthemountain]

so it goes

pt.2 of actress!

part one

tags: Biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Actress! Afab reader, absolutely filthy smut, a little fluff, basically porn with a plot. NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 2.2k

summary: Reader rides Simon in the back of her limo after winning big at the oscars.

a/n: giggling like a school girl, kicking my feet and shit as if i didn’t write this…

ps: i’m not that great at writing smut so bear with me please 🤞🏻

smut below the cut! you’ve been warned!

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“And the winner for best actress goes to!” Halle Berry stands in front of the 100s of people holding that oh so important golden envelope with tonight’s winner in it.

What you didn’t expect was for your name to be said into the microphone. The only look on your face is shock. You stand up with your hand on your heart. Your entire table stands in ovation as does the entire room. Simon of course beside you as you brought him as your plus one. He doesn’t like the spot light but how could he say no to you? You kiss him in front of everyone not caring about the headlines tomorrow morning.

“Congratulations my love.” He says after you release him from the soft kiss. Simons normal leather jacket and blue jeans being replaced by a fancy black suit that cost more than a lightly used car.

Your movie “Tales of a Wicked Woman” was nominated for 4 oscars tonight. Best Supporting Actress, Best Director, and Best Actress, and Best Picture. You and your costar Amy Heart taking home awards.

As you walk up the stage you pass by celebrity’s who give you congratulations and patting you on the back. Merle Streep even blew you a kiss which nearly made you faint.

As you take the award from Halle with a quiet ‘thank you’ you take a deep breath before giving the speech you didn’t prepare.

“Wow okay… um. I’m in shock. This has been something I’ve been dreaming of since I was 10 years old.” You shyly say into the microphone looking down at the shiny award. You look back up immediately locking eyes with Simon to ground yourself.

“I want to thank all the women before me who have won this award. I want to thank the woman who come after me who win! I want to thank my family who’s watching at home! I want to thank my agent for getting me this role. Thank you to everyone in this room even if you hate me! Most importantly I want to thank my amazing fiancé for always pushing me to be my absolute best.” You mouth an “I love you’ to the camera but you know it’s for Simon. A music tone plays letting you know the 45 seconds of speech time is up.

As your escorted backstage the oscar you just won is taken by some backstage handyman but you don’t question it. Your then escorted back to your seat moments later to here the winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture.

As last years winner for best actress Emma Stone makes her way to the stage to present the award you take a breath in and grab Simons hand tightly.

“And the Academy Award for Best picture goes to…” Emma says slowly opening the golden envelope. The entire room feels like it goes quiet.

“Midnight In Manchester!” Screams of excitementerupt from the table beside you as your coworkers all cheer for the winners.

You try not to let it show on your face how disappointing it is that your film wasn’t picked but then again, how often does an all female lead cast get picked for best picture? You stand up happily clapping and send a congratulatory smile to the winners as they pass your table.

‘Midnights in Manchester’ was a mob movie. It was about the son of the biggest mob boss finding it difficult to continue running the business after his father mysteriously died. The son (you not caring to much for the one thousandth mob movie being made cared to learn character names) wanted to be a painter but had to take over the family business. From the clips you saw online the movie looked gorgeous, the cinematography was beautiful… but that’s not what makes a great movie. Hell it even took home the award for best cinematography earlier that night. You found that some of the lines where cheesy and the actors where unprofessional. The main guy didn’t even have that thick of a Manchester accent and you would know! Your fiancé scores the deepest (and sexiest) Manchester accent you’ve ever heard.

After being collected by your manager you walk around for 30 minutes giving fake kisses followed by hellos and goodbyes to a few of your colleagues. Simon being glued to your hip acting more of a body guard than your actual body guards did.

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After 30 more minutes of even more hellos and goodbyes you’re escorted off the premises and into your limo. Simons hands almost immediately working their way up and under your dress.

You don’t stop him. You let him lay you flat against the long soft seats and let calloused hands run up your thighs. He stops just at the trim of your lace panties and looks you lovingly in the eyes.

“My little Oscar winner.” He whispers before clashing his lips into yours. You lace your hands in his perfectly laid hair.

Good thing your limo has extra tinted windows or else your driver and the entire world are about to get the show of a life time.

Simon pulls your panties completely off you and stuffs them into his pocket. With his skillful hands he slowly makes his wake up and down your sweet folds. You moan at the contact and roll your head back disconnecting from Simons lips.

“So wet for me darlin’” He whispers into your ear as he painfully slow enters a single digit into you.

He makes quick work pumping his finger in and out of you. Moans of pure bliss being spilled from your mouth. Hushed words of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘you feel so good’ being exchanged from both of your mouths.

Simon then adds another finger curling them and you hitting that blissful spot inside. His palm flat against your clit adding more friction pushing you to your climax.

“I can see your face. You’re holding it in. Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” Simons voice pushing you over the edge of the precipice. You ramble out his name as your body cools down from the first orgasm.

After catching your breath you sit up watching as Simon licks his fingers clean from your juices. Which only fuels the fire growing in the pit of your stomach again.

You notice Simons erection and work your way towards the buttons of his dress pants. However he stops you which makes you pout playfully.

“Don’t make that face.” Simon says in a authoritative tone. You continue to pout however, not caring for the punishment that’s surely ready to come.

“Let me help you.” You whine which you know Simons weak too. He just can’t get enough of how much you want him. Him? He who has probably done things so unspeakable yet you still want him?

“It was your night my love. This whole night should be for you.” He says placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You truly don’t care however and unbutton his pants anyway.

You pull yourself onto Simons lap and he pushes the fluffy red mess of your dress up enough to expose your beautiful things.

“If it’s my night then let me help you. Let me make you feel good too.” You whisper seductively in to his ear. He groans in response which tells you he gives you permission to use him as you please. Which he was going to to let you do anyway.

As he did with you, you have your hands in his pants in no time pulling out his hard cock and stroking him. He throws his head back as you rub your thumb across the pre-cum leaking from the tip his cock. You place kisses down his neck and down his bare torsos. ‘When did that get unbuttoned?’ You question shortly before you place your self in front of him.

Simons eyes haven’t left your face since the second you started making your way down his body. Your mouth hovering over his leaking cock. You swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your pretty red lips around him completely. His large size making it impossible to take him fully into your mouth. You wrap your hands around the base of his cock pumping him as you bob your head up and down his cock.

All that can be heard from Simon is blissful moans and hushed words.

“God woman.” Simon says softly placing his hands in your hair not wanting to undo the work your hair dresser spent hours doing.

You can always tell when Simons close because he starts rambling on about how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to marry you. Its how he proposed actually. A little unorthodox but you where going down on him when he popped the question. Obviously a month later he made sure to do it properly with a real ring and a beautiful day planned.

You pull your mouth off Simon however and sit your self on his lap once again. You pull his lips to yours and wrap your hands into his now perfectly messy hair. You’ve lined your bare core to his leaking tip and slowly start to sink your way down inch by inch. You pause when you’ve sunken all the down. You lay your head down on Simons shoulders leaving red lipped kisses all over his neck working your way up to his face. You quickly imagine the headlines that will be shown in the morning.

Simon practically growls when you start to bounce on his cock. Your hands laced back into his hair as you pepper kisses between sweet nothings.

“M’not gonna last long my love.” Simon struggles to get out. He rests his forehead against yours as you continue to bob up and down his large cock.

“Want you to cum in me.” You says slowing your movements to make this last longer. Just enough so your orgasm times perfectly with his.

Simon takes matters into his own hands and begins to move your body up and down his cock. The movements being harsh and fast yet still loving compared to your more gentle ones. You still find euphoria in his movements moaning his name most likely too loudly. You think to your self about how much your driver must really hate you right now.

As your reaching your second orgasm of the night Simon begins to hold you in place as he fucks up into you signaling he’s just as close.

“Oh fuck.” Simon slams you down onto his cock with one harsh yet gentle stroke which causes you to cum with him. You feel his cock leaking inside you as the both of you ride out your shared highs together.

You place more sloppy kisses on his face, your lipstick long gone seeing as you just had to spread it all over his body.

You move your head back to look Simon in the eyes. The obvious look of him being pussy drunk still on his face. You giggle as he smirks pulling you into another kiss.

You pull yourself off Simon and take the seat next to him pulling your dress back down over your legs. Your underwear still being in Simons pocket and you not caring to ask for them back because you know this won’t be last orgasm you have tonight. You watch as Simon tucks himself back into his pants and button his shirt back up. The obvious marks of your lips still being all over his collar, neck, an face.

“I look like I was fucked by 20 hookers.” Simon jokes making you laugh loudly. His smile bright as he uses the foggy window to fix the messy hair you caused.

You feel the limo slowing down as your limo driver has finally made his way to one of the many Oscar after party’s. You quickly straighten out your dress and hair and rub the remaining lipstick off your face with a near by napkin. Simon not bothering to do the same. You offer him one but he doesn’t take it.

Your limo comes to a slow stop and your door is opened by your security team. Bright lights are snapped as you make your way to the door of the grand hotel the party will be taking place. Pictures of your red lips planted all of Simons face and your smirking face to surly be planted all over celebrity news and fan pages tomorrow. You and Simon walk hand and hand into the building with the bright lights following until your out of sight from cameras.

“Can’t wait to see what they’re all gonna say tomorrow.” Simon laughs placing a gentle kiss to the temple of your forehead.

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“After Winning best Actress at the oscars last night, the star of ‘Tales of a Wicked Woman’ was seen leaving her limo with her fiancé. The stars lipstick completely smeared all over her partner Simon Riley, who was an extra in the show ‘Highway To Your Heart’. The pair looked to have had a good time in the back of the shared limo before arriving to the Oscars after party.” The article of TMZ writes. You show Simon the article the next morning which only earns the two of you laughs and giggles.

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final thoughts: SHES FINALLY FUCKING HERE OMG!! i know i said i was gonna post this forever ago and i kept changing my mind about what i wanted part two to be. i was either going to make pt2 where the first part left off or this. this has been sitting in my drafts for such a long time that i think it’s finally her time to be released. i changed somethings from this post but i think all the main points are still there. i also got carried away i think 🧍🏻‍♀️. oh well. I thought of making up more imaginary actors/actresses but then I didn’t want too. Also I have no idea how the Oscars work so if it’s inaccurate then my bad! I hope this doesn’t disappoint :)

I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN’T USE ANOTHER TAYLOR SONG BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF!! SHES GOT LIKE A THOUSAND SONGS. HER DISCOGRAPHY IS HUGE!!!

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[mcytegg]

you can love a character and still admit when they're wrong. i love roshambogames but can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) & can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) & call him out for his actions (which are always correct)

[bambisturns]

warning: this chapter will mention the usuage acid tabs and the use of cocaine, if you aren’t comfortable with the Idea of drug usage… dont read! (Or do idk im not ur mother)

Pt1.

You aren’t sure how you even got to the party. Last thing you remember was taking an acid tab before leaving your home. You think you walked? You seriously cant remember your too high and too far gone to even worry about that. Sitting on the dingy couch of some random ass nerds party. ‘This shit is so lame’ you thought to yourself. “Madi, yo mads where did you say the bathroom was again?” You ask madison while basically pulling her out of some random guys mouth. This girl literally makes out with every guy she sees.

“Uhhh down the hall last door to your left” she mumbles the last bit of her sentence being cut off as she dives back into making out with the strange man. Rolling your eyes you flop your head back. “Fuck it I’ll go find it myself” you say as she waves you off. Your staggering around the home bumping into random people earning some glares and “watch where the fuck your going” comments flipping them off you bump into Matt “Dude are you high or sum shit?” He asks “whaaaatt… pfft no way matthew, dont you know me better than that?!” You lie straight to his face. But yes he does know you and he knows that little knowing smirk of yours.

“Just be careful dude. But yo have you seen Nick? I cant find him like anywhere.” He continues trying to talk to you but your urge to piss hits you like a brick wall “Yo Matt I’m not trying to be a bitch but like i have to piss and like yea bye!” You say running down the hall and in luck you find the bathroom. Opening the door and slamming it shut behind you. Locking it because you wont be caught lacking. “Ahhh sweet sweet relief” you mutter to yourself freeing yourself of the piss you’ve been holding for 2 maybe 3 hours at this point.

Walking out the bathroom you hear a loud sniffle followed by a low groan ‘what the fuck’ you thought curiosity getting the best of you, you opened the door and see Chris, “oh shit sorry my bad!” You exclaim while slamming the door shut. Turning around to walk off you stop and freeze in place and tilt your head to the side with a questioning look on your face swinging back around you fling the door open and lean against the door frame arms crossed over your chest. Making direct eye contact with Chris. He props his body up straight. Elbow holding his head trying to hide the drug.

“Hmm what drugs you got Christopher?” You ask with an amused look on your face eyebrow cocked up. “Uhhh coke?” He says sounding more like a question. “Mmm” you say looking around to check if the coast is clear before sliding into the room closing and locking the door behind you. “Alright move over pretty boy let momma show you how its done.” You say as you tie your hair up into a quick messy bun plopping down on your knees. He passes over the rolled up dollar bill to you as you snort up the substance not leaving a trace.

Tilting your head back you let out a muffled groan. Losing your balance and falling back and hitting the wall. “Dude what the fuck are you good dawg?” Chris asks helping you sit up straight “yea bro I’m chillin. When the fuck were you a druggie Christopher?” You ask while laughing and looking over at him. He sit back against the wall with you “Bro I’ve told you to stop calling me Christoper, also I like kinda sell them dude” he says looking back over at you. “YOU SELL?!” You yell he’s quick to cover your mouth with his hand “bro shut the fuck up! But yes I sell, my question is when the fuck did you learn to snort up a line that clean?” He asks visibly impressed.

“Cant go telling you all my party secrets now can I christo- chris” you cut yourself off from saying his full name as he shoots a glare over at you. You smirk at him “wanna do another?” You ask “hell yea.” He says as you both dive back in. You let out a content sigh “This shit is better than sex oh my god” you say leaning agains the wall again looking over at him. He lets out a chuckle looking back over at you. There is a silence. Its not uncomfortable its a good silence. Your eyes both roaming over eachother you lean in “I think you might just be my new favorite person.” You say as you move back to your spot. “I think you might be mine too” he responds.

Divider creds @bernardsbendystraws !

a/n: chapter numero uno YAYYY! This shit is gonna be so fucking fun omfg. I can feel it in my clit.

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[welcometogrouchland]

I love Steph's origin as told in the Secret Origins 80 page giant- I just overall think it strengthens her character by giving her a lot of pathos and adding to her heroism (which isn't something writers were focused on in her actual intro in detective comics #647 since she was just meant to act as a plot device back then) BUT there is one tiny detail in it i will begrudge, and that is the portrayal of her having a minor love at first sight moment for tim

Secret origins 80 page giant, ID in alt

(or well, technically this was their second meeting in that story (the brick was the first) so...love at second sight?)

Mostly because Stephanie showed no interest in her introduction and only showed romantic feelings towards Tim AFTER this moment here:

Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt

Straight up the progression here goes:

The adventure in 'tec where they first meet -> Tim investigating the same crime scene as Steph -> she beats him up not knowing it's him at first, apologizes but says he shouldn't have scared her -> he remembers her/the moniker she goes by -> they talk about plot for a few pages -> Stephanie starts flirting

Robin (1993) #4, ID in alt

Which...is so fascinating to me and says so much about Stephanie. She highlights the fact that Tim "remembered" her. Like. Steph. Girl. This is our bar? It's sweet but kind of speaks to how much Stephanie is ignored at home/how little and sporadically she's shown interacting with her peers (and rarely ever the same kids twice). Her idea of peak romance is just...being on someone's mind even when you're not there.

Kind of also adds layers to Steph's proclivity towards jealousy later on, a manifestation of her insecurity and loneliness (though don't get it twisted, she's not written this way bc Dixon and co think it's an interesting character flaw, they wrote it bc they think it's an inherent character flaw of (particularly young) women/girls, which is very apparent in how he approaches Ariana's character as well from what I've read)

Also the fact that Steph becomes so smitten for Tim almost immediately after this is (a few issues later she aggressively flirts with him during AN ACTIVE HOSTAGE SITUATION. WHERE SHE'S THE HOSTAGE) again is kind of a mixture of kind of funny and sad. One boy is nice to her once and she's fully ready to wife him. Girl you are deranged (affectionate) (concerned)

[sciderman]

and water is wet

[hungrymentor]

Slade Wilson is SUCH a rat bastard but FUCK