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[crvngefrvll]

Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔

I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊

Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑

https://gofund.me/b141d50f 🔗

Hello guyss-!! :D

As a form of support to Palestine, Gaza, and Palestinian families, I'd like you guys to offer as much help and support as we possibly can :))

Even if you don't have money, you can still like, requote, and comment on this post. Any amount of support is appreciated

Love you all-!! :D

[fazcinatingblog]

my cousin said she drinks one coffee a day and it's in the morning and i swear she added (under her breath) "so i don't hate myself as much" and it's like the most relatable thing i've ever heard but also the saddest and i don't know what that says about her or me but oh my god

[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

👬🏻 nyasunaruenjoyer Follow

Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[fiepige]

Just in case...

After hearing that the staff running tumblr will be cut in half (which might lead to the site slowly dying) I've made a profile on mastodon as well as cohost just in case! (so feel free to follow me there so we can stay in contact)

I don't really plan on using them much if tumblr stays up but I'll be using them as backup in case tumblr shuts down one day and I don't wanna lose contact to all the wonderful people I follow on here!

Also if we're mutuals please let me know which platforms I can find you on in case tumblr shuts down and I'll be sure to follow you there!

[ghost-in-a-cup]

hey guys, maybe before you pirate LEARN SOME ETIQUETTE

why are these important? well, if you openly share the sites, they wil get shut down. corporations are willing to copyright strike anything. you are only going to make accessing these resources harder.

remember: LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS

if you want to share resources, don't post them on public forums like tumblr, twitter,instagram or any popular site. remember how zlibrary shut down? yall want that to happen to more sites? do you?

also like if they get shut down, people who can't access these otherwise because they don't have the means for it or its banned in their country are losing access.

Don't post links online. Only share in private conversations.

try and avoid linking the sites directly. a workaround is sharing the downloaded files via other file hosting sites similar to google drive and drop box

DON'T SHARE ON PUBLIC FORUMS. EVER. PLEASE

Use a VPN. i personally like proton vpn, it is a freemium model but the free version works fine.

These are just the basics, there are others but please keep these in mind.

[sapphicscience]

hey all, I know we're all inundated with fundraisers right now, but I want to draw attention to a brand-new fundraiser for my friend tawfeek @gaazafamily . the fundraiser is linked above. unfortunately his last fundraiser manager turned out to be untrustworthy and stole his funds, so he is starting again at 0. his old fundraiser was vetted here on tumblr (on one of his old accounts, which has now been deleted) (vetting link 2)—it was managed by his cousin feras, who stole the funds.

here is a post linking the old and new fundraisers.

I can also personally say that I've been speaking to him semi-regularly for months about his situation. we have been speaking almost every day except for the period of time when he was without a phone. through this time he has changed tumblr accounts but has remained speaking to me on the same instagram account the whole time.

because he does not have many other contacts outside of palestine, and fundraiser sites don't work within palestine, I am now managing his new fundraiser. I don't know exactly how to prove that I am trustworthy, but you are welcome to peruse the 8-year history of my blog to at least prove that I'm not an opportunistic scammer. I'm also happy to provide my instagram (also going back many years) to anyone who asks.

regarding platforms, a trusted contact who manages several palestinian fundraisers referred me to spotfund, as they have a less lengthy verification process and they are less likely to unexpectedly shut down fundraisers compared to gofundme.

for any questions about logistics, please send me an ask or a DM and I will answer to the best of my ability!

updated to add: novella sale - from now until january 14th, 2025, I am going to be offering my novella at no cost for anyone who donates at least $4 to this fundraiser. DM me a screenshot of your donation and I will share the itch.io coupon link or ko-fi code with you, whichever you prefer.

[parfaitblogs]

peace ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you self isolate, and spencer knows better than to let it get too bad. 

pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: hurt/comfort tags: established relationship. suicide ideation? ("i want it to end"). depression. lots of stuff that coincides with that. brief mention of reader not eating/having no food. please be aware of your triggers. i think i mention reader as a girl somewhere? word count: 1.9k a/n: i finished this then relistened to peace (taylor swift) which was the og inspo for this, and added a section in the middle so if it feels weird its because i failed at integrating it! this was supposed to be out two days ago. all my relationship insecurities in a fic. lol how embarrassing here's my heart tumblr dot com!! anyways enjoy ily all

also posted here on my ao3 !

Three consistent raps against your front door was the only sound that got you up that day, pyjamas that you had not shed from your body in a week hanging off a frame that could probably be described as lifeless — with the nearly dead-looking face to match.

In fact, the only thing to prove you were still a living human being aside from your movement, was the pink hue around your eyes, on your nose, and above your lips, indicating how much you had cried recently. 

Usually, it isn't this bad. You just need a day or two of rotting in your apartment and doing nothing but scrolling on your phone until it died, staring at the wall, or — on the better days — watching reruns of a 90s sitcom that you don't really watch. 

But it was exceptionally bad this time around, for some odd reason, and not one part of you actually wanted to get up and out of bed for long enough to be productive about your day. Your phone had died again, after charging it two days ago, which meant you were on day six of no communication with anybody. Which might partly be why it was so bad now. 

You had a blanket wrapped around your body, dragging against the floor as you wiped your eyes and let out a small sigh, unlocking your front door and opening it, completely unsurprised by the person standing on the other side. 

He was the only one who ever paid enough attention to your disappearing act when you were like this. 

His eyes softened at the sight of you — which is kind of amusing, considering you thought you looked like death reincarnate currently. 

Neither of you said anything as you stepped aside to allow him in, the door clicking shut behind him as he placed down the leather bag he had slung over his body, turning back to you as he finally allowed the frown to appear — one you knew he would've had the entire way here.

"Have you eaten today?" was the first thing to break the silence — the question coming out so gentle you were sure you'd break down again at some point in the next few seconds. 

You wordlessly shook your head, and he nodded his own, saying nothing else as he walked into your kitchen, knowing you'd trail behind him no matter what. 

He opened your fridge first, before closing it when he was greeted with the alarming sight of nothing. Doing the same with your pantry, at which he turned around to look at you.

"Angel, you have no food," he said. And while it held no malice in the tone of his voice, you could tell he was slightly annoyed at the fact. Your heart ached. 

"I know. I'm sorry," you mumbled, and his eyebrows creased inwards. 

He didn't mention your apology — arguing with you about your vast use of 'sorry's' is futile. "Do you want a pizza?" he asked instead, and even though you, mentally, did not, you knew he wasn't actually asking. So you only nodded your head, and found a place at your countertop, the blanket falling from your body and pooling to the ground in a heap.

He ordered a pizza, and then he was nudging your knees apart, standing between them while you stayed sat on a stool, his chin atop your head, that was buried into his chest. 

And he said nothing, as he held you like that until the pizza arrived. And then he ensured you had at least eaten two slices, the remainders going in your fridge for the next meal you needed to eat. 

He was so kind to you, with his every movement, as he dragged you into the bathroom to help you shower. 

It was heartbreaking, the love you could see in his eyes. The tenderness in every stroke of his fingers against your scalp as he washed your hair, the softness in his touch as he did the same to your body. He gently dried you, told you to stay there, disappeared, and returned with one of his many t-shirts left in your apartment drawers. 

That was when you cracked. When he pulled the shirt over your head, that smelled so painfully Spencer and you. The mix of his clean scent and your own laundry detergent that you were so accustomed to, triggering something in you.

So, you crumpled to the floor of your bathroom, and he followed soon after, his arms wrapped around your body once more, firm enough to keep you still as you sobbed into his chest. 

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that for. Long enough for your head to hurt, and your eyes to sting, and hideous snot bubbles to stain his cardigan. 

When your sobs subsided, he spoke. 

"You wanna talk about it?" he said, quietly, and you shook your head. 

"Don't know what to talk about," you mumbled, and he knew that all too well.

He nodded his own head. "Did something happen?"

"Lots of little things."

"Yeah? You wanna tell me about them?"

You hesitated, because you didn't know where to begin. But then you nodded your head wordlessly, swallowing the lump — and, by extension, the sob — in your throat. "I fell down on the stairs at the train station in front of everybody. And then I missed my stop, and I was late to work. And I had a huge project due, but I didn't finish it, and I forgot I hadn't finished it, and I was anxious about it all day. And I think my friends are just pretending to be my friends, because I keep trying to make plans with one of them, and she keeps blowing me off for her boyfriend. And I'm just really sick of being sad all the time, Spencer. I want it to end."

With the onslaught of your bad vignettes throughout the past month coming back up, you broke down, again. Another sob escaping your lips as you pushed your fists down into the tops of his thighs.

If it hurt, he didn't say anything; simply continued to hold you against his chest, on the floor of your bathroom, that, if it were any other time, he would be having a field day rambling about the germs you both were currently sitting on. 

He also didn't say anything for a while as you sobbed, instead his fingers entangled gently in your hair, and he peppered kisses along the top of your head. 

"I don't want it to end for you," he finally said. His hands slid down from your scalp to your face, holding your cheeks with such tender, pulling you back so he could look at you. 

You sniffled. "I'm so exhausted."

"I know, my love. I know," he sighed, thumbs caressing over your cheekbones. "Ending it won't fix that. You know, logically, however you die is the state you'll be in, in the afterlife. So if you die while you're exhausted..."

"You don't believe in the afterlife," you answer, but his words still cracked through your tearful expression, and your lips twitched with a small smile. 

He returned the small smile, nodding his head. "That's true. But I also don't know anything about post-death. I could be wrong."

"How terrible," you mutter, and he laughed, quietly. 

"I know," he mused, falling silent for a few moments longer, with only both of your quiet breathing to break the silence. 

His fingers ran through your hair once more, and you sniffled audibly, your brain wandering away from the small content you had felt in that exchange, and back to one of the many reasons why you had isolated in the first place. 

"Why are you still with me?" you said, slicing through the silence all at once. 

You watched the smile fall, and his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips part as he went — and hesitated — to say something. "What do you mean?"

"I'm difficult." Your voice is impossibly small, and it breaks a crack in his heart as his eyes soften. 

"No. You're not," he reassured. 

"Yes I am," you breathed out — and then the tears came back. "I get sad and then I stop responding and stop seeing you, and you don't get any warning even though I know you should, and I feel so awful every time but then that makes me feel worse. And I'm sad all the fucking time, Spencer. I mean, I get upset when you aren't at home and you have to deal with all those messages and calls even though you hate texting, but then you get home and I'm isolating myself because I'm sad, on top of all the other things that make me sad, and you deserve better. You deserve someone who can give you their all and—and—"

"Hey," he cut you off, as did the sob that was ripped from your throat. "No. That's not what we're going to do. Do not sit there and tell me what I do and don't deserve." 

"But you do deserve better."

"No," he sighed, resting his forehead on your own, warm breath fanning across your face that usually made you scrunch your face up and pull away, now comforting you. "Do you love me?"

"What? Yes, of course I do. Why would you even—"

"—That is the only requirement I have for you," he said, oh so simply. When you didn't reply, he pressed, "Okay?"

"Okay," you murmured, and he relaxes a little.

More silence fell between you, your tears subsiding and your shaking body relaxing a little more. 

Then, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell down?"

You nodded your head, reluctantly pulling back from him so you could show him. You pointed to a yellowing bruise just below your knee, and the grazes on the bottom halves of your palms. 

"Oh, wow. Look at these," Spencer said, running a thumb gently over the grazes on your hands. "You're braver than me. These would've taken me out."

You laughed, and you saw his face light up at the progress he was making with you, and your mood. 

He then pulled you back into his chest. More silence, but less anxiety, and you sat comfortably in his arms for a few moments longer. 

"Did I worry you?" you say. "Not responding?"

You were so close to him you could hear his breath hitch, and you prepared yourself for a lie about how he wasn't worried at all. Except; "Honestly? Yes."

"Oh."

He exhaled, shakily, and you were kind of glad he couldn't see your sadder expression, half-buried into his chest. 

"You've never gone that long without checking in," he then explained. "The first two days I got what was going on. By the fourth I figured you still needed space. Today I just had a gut feeling."

"Just a gut feeling?" you echoed, and you felt his head nod against your own. 

"Thought you might need someone."

You sighed. "I hate that you're a genius."

"No you don't."

"No, I don't."

His fingers entangled in your hair again. "I also didn't figure you needed me here because I'm a genius."

"No? Then how?" you asked.

"It's simple," he murmured, tugging your head back oh so gently so he could look at you again — puffy eyed, and tear-stained cheeks and all. "I just know."

"That's the most illogical sentence I've ever heard leave your mouth."

He laughed, and you smiled again.

"Come on," he then said, untangling your limbs and pulling the both of you up to your feet, hands ghosting your waist to hold you steady. "I am willing to sit through whatever awful movie you want me to watch."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly ♡

[wordstome]

kosovo maiden (könig x reader)

Well, I did it again, gang. I wrote another story based on a painting. This one is by Uroš Predić in 1919, and was posted to Tumblr here (thanks to arcana-imperii for posting!)

I don't know anything about Kosovo, so the reader here isn't explicitly Serbian ;; please forgive me. Also, apologies for possibly inaccurate ambiguously late-1800s setting, medical information or German. Please enjoy!

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There are soldiers in the field.

You heard the sounds of battle early in the dawn, the piercing explosions of gunfire and cannons ringing out as the sun rose. You weren’t concerned at first: it was far enough away that you felt safe enough to carry on as usual. But the gunfire drew closer and closer, and by noon you could hear the shouting and the battle cries, driving you trembling into your attic with terror. Mercifully, the fighting peters out as the sun sinks lower in the sky, but when you finally work up the nerve to peek out of your window, you find to your horror that the grassy field adjacent to your humble little home is littered with the bodies of dead and dying men.

Without a single further thought to your own safety, you grab a lantern and a pitcher of water and rush into the night.

It’s awful. Most of the men left behind are already cold, some whose eyes you have to shut yourself. The ones who were able to be saved were likely evacuated by their comrades, so the only ones left to face the cruel nighttime are the ones who won’t see the morning after. A few are still conscious when you find them, but you have little more to offer them than a gentle touch and one last drink of water. Their eyes are what will haunt you most after today: slick with tears as grown men weep, all semblance of courage and proud masculinity stripped from them as they face down their imminent demise. It’s terrible, heart-wrenching, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. You’re the only living thing left that can offer them comfort in their last moments.

The jug of water dangles from your hand as you trudge through the field, looking for anyone at all that you can provide help to. You’ve long abandoned any hope of finding someone you can save when you come across him: the giant in the grass.

It’s well and truly nighttime at that point, your lamp the only source of light upon what seems like a sea of human misery. The light hits his face, and you gasp. Your first thought is of how huge he is, at least 200 centimeters if he were standing. Your second thought is of how handsome he is…

You jolt to attention as he shifts and groans. He’s alive! Shaking some sense into yourself, you don’t hesitate to rush to his side. Your hands roam across his body, assessing the severity of his injuries. To your surprise, he doesn’t seem to be mortally injured. They’re severe, to be sure—he won’t be able-bodied for weeks. But he’s far from at death’s door, only confused and dazed…had his comrades only left him due to his sheer size?

Using your hand to support the back of his head and neck, you tip some water into his mouth in an attempt to revive him. The man cracks an eye open, regarding you with feverish wonder.

“Ein Engel…” he murmurs. You’re too elated that he’s alive, so you don’t actually properly hear what he said. With light, deft fingers, you tear strips of his tattered shirt and use the cloth to wrap up a scrape on his arm and stem the flow of a very nasty-looking wound up along the broad plane of his torso. To your alarm, however, the man seems to slump, his head laying back as if he’s about to lose consciousness.

“No, no,” you cry in panic, shaking him without heed of his injuries. “Sir, you cannot sleep here, I am unable to carry you…you will die out here!”

He mumbles something inaudible, and you breathe a sigh of relief. He hasn’t passed out on you yet, but you have to act quickly to properly care for his wounds. You shift your body so you can maneuver his uninjured arm onto your shoulders. Luckily, he seems to comprehend what you’re trying to do, and manages to stumble to his feet while leaning his weight on you.

It’s an awkward, fumbling dance, considering your earlier assessment of his height was correct—he’s a huge man, and his torso alone nearly dwarfs your entire figure. But with a good measure of patience, you manage to get him moving towards your house. It’s high time you returned home, as well: your stomach roils as you remember what happens to corpses left outside for scavengers to find.

The two of you stumble through the doorway of your home, you murmuring soft affirmations and encouragement to the man. He makes no indication that he understands what you’re saying, but he’s nodding along, responding to your gentle tone. You guide him to lay on your bed, his body visibly relaxing as he sinks into the mattress.

You bustle around, lighting candles, stoking your fireplace, and rummaging around for medical supplies. You return to him with a basin of warm water, a cloth, and some bandages—before stopping dead in your tracks.

In the low lamplight out in the field, you hadn’t noticed the color of the man’s uniform, much too preoccupied with his signs of life. But now the truth is laid bare in front of you as you take in his attire, eyes traveling over his broad body—

You’ve just taken in an enemy soldier.

The man has seemingly fallen asleep, likely exhausted by the battle and the effort it took to get into your home. That does nothing to assuage your fear, though: what are you going to do if he passes away right in your bed? Even worse, what are you going to do if he wakes? Will he be hostile? Will he attempt to take you as a hostage to secure safe passage out of his enemy’s territory?

It's clear to you, though, that if you don’t help this man, he will die. His wounds could easily turn septic, and then he’s a goner. You steel yourself and approach him, kneeling at his bedside.

You work slowly and carefully to reveal his injuries, wincing when they’re completely exposed. He’s no longer bleeding profusely, but he will absolutely need stitches. For now, you settle for cleaning them with a damp cloth, trying to keep infection at bay.

He must be well and truly knocked out, because he doesn’t even stir as you wrap his arm securely with clean bandages. You’re much more hesitant to deal with his chest wound: if he wakes and struggles, he could make it much worse. But his unconscious state affords you the best opportunity to stitch him up…

You furrow your brow and go to find a needle.

You’re awoken by a gentle touch on the shoulder.

You stir from your sleep, wondering what your mother could possibly want at such an early hour. At least she put the fire on—you can hear the crackling. But why is your bed so hard? Did you fall asleep on the floor? Actually, now that you think about it, you do recall dozing off on your sheepskin rug last night, because—

Your eyes shoot open to see a huge, hulking figure standing over you.

The soldier startles when you scream, scrambling to move away from him. He cuts an intimidating figure in the early morning light: he towers over you in a state of undress, the bandages you put on him last night splotched with rusty dried blood. But you calm down as you realize he means you no harm, his hands outstretched in front of him as a show of peace: no weapons.

“Wo bin ich?” he asks. You squint at him. That sounds like German, but you can’t speak a word of it.

“I don’t speak German,” you try. He tilts his head, looking as puzzled as you feel right now.

“Never mind all of that,” you say, shaking your head and pushing yourself to your feet. “You shouldn’t be out of bed!” The soldier watches with amusement as you press your hands against him, careful to avoid touching his chest where you know his wound lies, in an attempt to get him back into bed. He allows you to do so, lying back down like an obedient dog.

“Muste pissen,” he murmurs as you fuss over him. You shoot him another confused look as you check the stitches you put in his chest wound. All seems well, you note with relief.

“What?”

He huffs a sigh. He gestures towards the door, and then then to his…oh.

“I see,” you say, cheeks feeling hot. You can’t bear to look at his face, but when you do, you find he’s watching you with amusement.

You tap his chest with a finger, then mime a sewing motion. “Don’t get up on your own from now on, you could tear your stitches,” you tell him, pointing to the door and then to patting your own chest. “I’ll help you.”

He snorts, but nods. You start to unfurl the bandages on his arm, heart twinging with sympathy as he grits his teeth in pain. You bite your lip in chagrin as the wound is revealed. It was much less severe than the one on his chest, but it’s doing much worse: pus and fluids are leaking everywhere, and to your horror, you think some parts of the torn flesh might actually be turning green.

“Es sieht schlecht aus?” he asks, concerned. You put on a smile you hope is comforting and rise from his bedside to go downstairs and rummage through your cupboards.

You return to him holding a bottle of liquor, the strongest you could find. He seems to realize what you intend to do, and shifts slightly to allow you better access to his arm.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to him. “This is going to hurt.” Without further warning, you dump a good amount of alcohol on his wound.

“SCHEIẞE!” The bellow of pain that rips out of his throat seems to shake the very foundations of your home. You wince as he hollers and lays back heavy against your poor little bed, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat. That can’t have been pleasant…

“Das tat schlimmer weh, als die verdammte Wunde überhaupt zu bekommen,” he grits. You give him a sympathetic little pat before withdrawing to get the bandages.

He’s calmed down by the time you return to him. He watches you curiously as you wrap him up nice and snug, then turn your attentions to his chest wound. The stitches are still in place—it seems he was careful when he relieved himself—but you still need to clean and dress the wound. He lets out a sigh of relief when you opt for a clean cloth to dab away the dried blood instead of the liquor bottle.

You work quickly and efficiently, worried about him catching a cold with his chest out like this. You also can’t deny that the whole situation is starting to make you a bit shy—a foreign man, and an attractive one at that, is in your bed, shirtless, and you’re all but sprawled out on top of him to get up close to his injury. By the time you’re done, you’re fully blushing at the closeness of the contact between the two of you.

“You should be alright, it’s a good sign that you lasted through the night and haven’t developed a fever yet,” you tell him as you gather up the soiled bandages to be washed. “You’ll need to stay in bed so I can keep an eye on you—”

You’re drawn up short when you look up to see his face. Far from the angry scowl he wore when you disinfected his wound, his expression now is almost…admiring? You shift slightly, caught off guard by the adoration in this stranger’s stare, and your arm brushes against something solid and warm.

You stand up as if burned, turning to see what you just touched. To your chagrin, you find that the soldier is…well, he’s hard.

You whirl around to fix him with an outraged look, but he only laughs at you with obvious delight. What a pervert! You’re so flustered you don’t know what to do or where to look, but you’re stopped by the sensation of him reaching up and pressing a hand to your face.

You stare at him, wide-eyed, as he strokes your cheek with a sort of reverence that stops you in your tracks. “Mein Retter…” he murmurs. “Entschuldigung. Ich konnte nicht anders.”

You huff, recognizing that he’s trying to apologize. “You don’t act like an injured man at all,” you complain. A spark of mirth comes into his eye at your pouting tone as he just chuckles at you. You turn to walk away, yelping when you feel his hand brush against your bottom. You shoot him with a deadly look as he laughs again.

You scurry away, feeling awkward and hot all over. You had been so concerned last night about whether you should stay in the same house as the potentially dangerous soldier, pacing the floor and biting your nails as you pondered whether you should give him up to the local authorities. In hindsight, you’re glad you didn’t—they would surely have locked him in a cold cell with nobody to look after that festering gash on his shoulder, to say nothing of his chest wound. It was worth it to risk waking up to a man angry and spitting hatred at you, if you could save his life.

But now you’re realizing that you hadn’t considered the opposite possibility: that the soldier might like you a little too much.

ein Engel = an angel Wo bin ich? = Where am I? Muste pissen = had to piss Es sieht schlecht aus? = Is it bad? Scheiße = shit Das tat schlimmer weh, als die verdammte Wunde überhaupt zu bekommen = That hurt worse than getting the damn wound in the first place Mein Retter = my savior Entschuldigung. Ich konnte nicht anders = I'm sorry. I couldn't help it

Once more, I wrote this in a frenzy akin to being possessed, so it's a little short. But there will definitely be more! Thank you for reading <3

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[naridabarbi]

DISTRACTION

Summary: smut with no plot, i apologize

in advance.

warnings: smut, fingering, receiving, pure filth.

pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

my first ever tumblr post..

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Nika hovered over you one hand around your neck while she kissed you slowly, you both enjoying the feeling.

Nika pulled away, kissing down your neck before she found your sweet spot beginning to suck on it lightly until she created a hickey before she continued moving down.

You bit down on your lip feeling her tongue circling around your areola before she sucked on your nipple,holding your perky breast in her hand as her eyes remained shut.

Nika was enjoying every second of this and she was just hoping you were ready for what was coming your way. You knew her and you knew she could get dirty and you were ready for whatever Nika was going to give you. So you thought.

Feeling soft kisses trail down your stomach you held onto Nika's head. "Shit..."

Feeling your legs being lifted up and spread apart your breathing picked up as you felt small, soft kisses being spread across your pussy. "W-wait wait" you said sitting up on your elbows.

"What's wrong baby?" Nika asked, "I um- I want to be turned around.... Please." You mumbled feeling your nerves rising.

"So turn around, no need to be nervous" Nika said reassuring you before you turned around, your back arched as you laid your hands and arms flat against the sheets; you soon feeling a hand on your lower back.

"Can you go any deeper for me baby?" Nika asked before you went as deep as you could. "Good girl" Nika spoke, her hand caressing your left ass cheek before she sent a smack to it causing you to jerk forward not expecting the sudden movement.

You closed your eyes feeling Nika give your clit a soft kiss before you then felt another smack across your left ass cheek making you yelp.

Nika was teasing you and you didn't like to be teased.

"Please Nika... just come on" You begged before you felt one of her hands grip your waist as you felt two wet fingers running up and down your sticky folds making you let out a breath.

"Sh-shit" you said quietly feeling the same two fingers enter inside of you. You felt Nika stroking you slowly making you start to fuck back, your hips keeping the same speed as you started feeling nothing but pleasure. Nika then sped up her pace, the only thing being heard inside of the room is your moans and the gushing noises your pussy was making with each stroke.

"Right there baby... right there" You moaned feeling Nika start to suck on your clit as her fingers continued to move at a fast pace.

"Fuck my fingers baby, let me see you work for it." Nika encouraged. "F-fuck... oh fuck baby" You moaned, moving your hips trying your best to match the speed Nika was going.

"Mhm... good girl baby, keep going. keep going until I tell you to stop" Nika said hearing your breathing start to increase. She knew you were about to cum, she just hoped you were going to be able to handle what was coming next.

After a couple more deep strokes, you soon came all over Nika's fingers not continuing to fuck your self like you were told. You thought you two were done but unfortunately you were wrong.

"What the fuck did I tell you to do y/n?" Nika asked sending a smack against the your clit seeing you squirt a little bit

"I-i don't remember" You cried, letting out a moan as you felt the girl continuously smacking your pussy, your juices leaking onto the sheets with every smack
you were given.

Nika then grabbed your hips, moving them back and forth to match her strokes as she pounded three fingers inside of you. your eyes started to roll as your mouth parted, strangled moans coming out as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"What are you going to do for me baby? Tell me" Nika asked, hearing another moan come from your mouth.

"Oh- oh my god..."

"Answer my question or im making you hold it" Nika demanded, she knew you were close but she needed her answer and you were going to get it.

"Im cumming...fuck i- im cumming" You moaned loudly as you came for the second time that night. Nika took her fingers out of your pussy, licking them clean before she put both of her hands on the your ass cheeks her tongue flicking up and down your pussy, repeating the same action she did on her fingers; hearing soft whimpers come from you.

Nika pulled back from your pussy, her face lightly covered in your juices as you laid on your back trying to catch your breath

"So... how you feeling now?" Nika asked, leaning over you as she stared into your eyes.

"Good"

"Hm... lemme help you feel great then. You up for that?" She asked making you look down at the fingers finding their way down your body.

You felt Nika lift your face up so you were looking back at her before you answered, 


“yes.”

[mintraindrop]

remember how I said I was going crazy over this picture? here's proof. I just sat down for like five hours and painted the shit out of it. might have fallen in love with this.

and I still can’t shut up about the whole thing, like?? they’re literally each other's mirror. and Oscar’s hand on Lando's back is somehow so comforting? I can’t even explain. it's like he’s making sure Lando doesn’t fall or stumble backwards. or maybe I'm imagining things.

anyway. here you go. my latest obsession.

art tag list: @leftneb @slideleftt @oscatmeowstri @justwannabelovedbylou

if you want to be tagged whenever I post something of my own art, please let me know. I'd be happy to put you on the tag list.

please don't steal or repost outside of tumblr. thank you.

[stylestarkey]

TWO DOORS DOWN │ 01

𐙚 a rafe cameron social media au

pairings — famous!rafe X pogue!femaleOC (f.c christina nadin)

summary — IN WHICH the cameron siblings turn to social media in a desperate attempt to track their childhood neighbour, who also turns out to be a huge fan of sarah.

warnings — swearing!

navigation — masterlist 01 02

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sarahcameron  found this pic as rafe & i were looking through the family photo album ! help us find the girl on the left, all he remembers is she used to bite rafe when we were neighbours in figure 8 LOL so insta, do your thing 👀

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user1 BABY SARAH ↳ user2 THE WAY RAFE IS HOLDING HER- ↳  sarahcameron don’t be fooled, he used to chase me with scissors ↳  user2 i- ↳  user3  THATS MY DREAM ↳  user4  WAKE UP queen just did her vs runway debut and y’all are thirsting over rafe ... ↳  user3  can u blame us

topperthornton  is she the reason why rafe has a scar on his right arm ↳  sarahcameron  yes and i’m glad she did that ↳  rafecameron  might have to tattoo it ngl ↳  user5  please do!! i'll get the same tattoo <3

user6  y’all better find this girl NOW

rafecameron  5 year old me had a teeny crush on her ↳  user7  WHAT ↳  user8  why not me ↳  user9  unknown girl is the luckiest person rn and she probably doesn’t even know it

user9  do you know her name? ↳  rafecameron  used to call her elle. ↳  user10  KING REPLIED SJNKDFNJSFJZ ↳  user11  are u still breathing ↳  user10  no. i’m moaning

cleoanderson  @/kiecarrera this could be elyna HAHAHA ↳  kiecarrera  a girl can dream! ↳  elynajavier  wait guys that’s me ↳  cleoanderson  girl don’t play w us

user12  that’s mee! ↳  user13  no way bcs that’s me too ↳  user14 shut up OMG she's my sister ↳ user15 this fandom has reached the peak level of delusion

note 𐙚 — hii! this is my first smau & first time actually posting so i honestly don't know how being a tumblr writer works BUT one thing i know is that it takes soo much time (also with exporting photos). i'll try to make a decent masterlist / nav. / tag list soon but enjoy this for now! i'm currently on uni break so hopefully this keeps me busy. lmk your thoughts!! - H <3

[graysturns]

𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 | 𝕞.𝕤.

note: hey guys this is my first time posting my actual work and i’m kinda new to tumblr so pls be nice or i will cry ok thanks bye

warnings: idk smut ig

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"babe please hurry up, we're already running late," matt sighs as he shuts the car door.

"i just need to get some shorts or something, i can't show up to your mom's house in these jeans, look at this" i lift the sweater wrapped around my waist, revealing the rip around my inner thigh.

he rolls his eyes and sulks behind me as we make our way inside the old navy in our hometown. i begin to scan the various women's clothing, looking for something basic, because it's too late to go back home and figure out a new outfit.

"will you hurry up and pick one? please, y/n. chris is texting me wondering where we are. they want to start eating without us and he's most definitely gonna eat all the mac and cheese."

i roll my eyes at him. "first of all, never call me by my government name. rude. and second, we just got here, breathe. we wouldn't be here if you hadn't grabbed my ass so harshly when we stopped at the gas station. you caused this by manhandling me, matthew." i shot back.

he sighs again as i grab a few different options in my size and head towards the fitting rooms. upon arrival, we notice there aren't any employees so i pick a stall and wave matt into the small room.

he looks up at me, then around at our surroundings, "are you sure? i don't think they allow multiple people in at once, i'll just wait here."

i roll my eyes again. "matthew! get in here! i need your opinion. this store is basically empty anyways. it's not a big deal, you've seen me naked before. let's not act so innocent."

he follows me in and takes a seat on the bench facing the door. i untie the sweater he lent me and throw it at his face. "rude!" he exclaims sassily, throwing the wad of clothing to the ground.

"uhm, excuse me, you're rude. you're the whole reason we're in this mess." i begin to remove the ripped pair of pants and pull a new one off its hanger.

facing the mirror on the door, i begin to pull the pair of mom jeans on before matt looks up from his phone and stops me.

"baby, i've never seen these panties on you before, are they new?" he smirks at me. i nod, swatting at his hands.

"wait stop, they're super cute, why haven't you shown me?" he looks up at me with those hypnotic blue eyes, brows furrowed.

i turn around, with the jeans still around my ankles and my hands on my hips. "do i need to inform you every time i purchase a new article of clothing, matt? it's just panties."

he wiggles his eyebrows at me, "when they make your ass look like that, then yeah, i must be notified immediately." he places me onto his lap, pulling the jeans all the way off my ankles so i can straddle him.

"baby we're running late, you're the one who keeps insisting, as much as i want to, we don't have time to fool around" i say to him between the open-mouthed kisses he begins to place on my neck.

he starts to take my top off, then gasps. "fuck the mac and cheese! it's a matching set, now i really can't believe you kept this from me." he drools at the sight of the lacy see-through bra, rubbing his thumb over my visible nipple. he yanks down the thin fabric, causing my boobs to spill over. with one arm wrapped around me, clutching my ass, he uses the other to massage my breast, all while kissing my neck. i feel myself starting to give in, biting my lip to stifle a moan. "matt, i-i don't think we can do this here." i slightly protest, but he reaches up to kiss me, and bites my bottom lip.

i'm done for.

he's kissing and grabbing and rubbing all over me and i'm a mess. i can never say no to him, he knows how to manipulate my body to want exactly what he wants. i can feel his bulge through his jeans, and i grind on it slowly, making my clit throb against it.

suddenly, he lifts me and flips me around so im sat on his lap, and we're both facing the mirror. he's unbuckling his belt, then his pants. he wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me slightly while he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his dick, standing tall and proud.

he makes eye contact with me in the mirror and grabs my face, smushing my cheeks together, and whispers in my ear, "i want you to watch baby, watch how good you can take my whole dick inside of you, pay real close attention."

he smirks at my widened eyes, and moves the panties to one side, rubbing the wetness all around and then on my clit.

"you normally get to scream all you want, but not this time baby, okay? you need to be really really quiet for me, got it?" he covers my mouth.

i nod quickly, and without warning, he picks me up and thrusts his entire length into me. i hold back a scream, and i feel tears falling down my cheeks. no matter how many times, how long we've been together, i'll never be used to his size.

he gives me a second to adjust, and then begins to pound into me over and over again, my back sliding up and down his clothed chest. i'm watching as my breasts bounce up and down and his dick glides in and out, in and out. he uncovers my mouth, keeping one hand on my waist, and starts to rub circles on my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me roll my eyes back further in pleasure.

he begins to nibble on my ear, then moves down to suck the spot right underneath. as he kisses down, i feel him bite down on my shoulder to suppress a moan.

"matthew!" i hiss at the pain, but it feels so good.

"shh!" he pinches my nipple, causing me to let out a whimper.

i grab his wrist, stopping his movement, and smile at him, "my turn." i bend down slightly, still facing the mirror so he has a full view of my ass while i bounce on his dick. he presses down on my back, sliding his hand down to secure a firm grip on my neck. he curses under his breath, trying hard not to make any noise while i'm aggressively riding him. he places both hands on my ass grasping and slapping occasionally, until i sit back up and we're making eye contact in the reflection. he's rubbing on my clit again, using his other hand to massage my left breast and i can feel a knot forming in my abdomen.

i turn around so i'm straddling him, and continue to bounce up and down. he grabs me by my throat and kisses me roughly, before planting a hard slap on my ass. i move faster, and he groans, grasping my ass tighter, leaving hand-shaped bruises for him to stare at later.

"i'm almost there baby. fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on." he whispers in my ear and i close my eyes, feeling my climax creeping close.

we start moving in sync, until my legs shake, and i feel his dick twitch, then shoot his load into me, causing me to finish as well, leaving me trembling on his lap. i drop my head forward onto his shoulder, desperately trying to catch my breath

he wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing the side of my head. "wow, what we just did was probably super illegal, " i laugh at his comment, but then frown when i realize what we've done.

"fucking hell, matt. we can't buy pants now, i feel too awkward going up to the register after we've been in this fitting room for so long, they probably know what we've been doing!" i cover my face with my hands.

"baby that's alright," he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. "just put your clothes back on, we'll go back to the car, and you can just borrow some sweats when we get home."

i stare at him, mouth gaping in realization. "are you serious? we could've just done that in the first place! i'm so dumb, why didn't i think of that?"

he stands and helps me put my shirt on, followed by the ripped jeans, "it's alright y/n, i didn't think of it either. let's go home, i'm starving." he smiles at me, rubbing small circles on my back.

"i love you, matt" i look up at him, with red cheeks, wondering how i'm going to leave this dressing room with any dignity.

"i love you. don't worry, i know what you're thinking. just hold my hand and we'll walk back to the car, c'mon." he laces our fingers together and kisses me on the forehead, unlocking the door and stepping out of the changing room.

luckily enough, nobody seemed to even notice us weaving through the aisles and exiting the store. we managed to get back in matt's car without a single interruption, and soon after arriving at his house, where chris had demolished the entire dish of mac and cheese.

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ahh can’t believe i’m posting this but fuck it we ball

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[hypnagogics]

doing ellie's makeup? I FEEL LIKE THAT'D BE SO CUTE TY

IMPORTANT. READ THIS FIRST 🇵🇸 AND CLICK HERE TO HELP, IT TAKES 10 SECONDS.

☆:this is adorable omg i <3 fluff. disclaimer: i know absolutely nothing about makeup lol but had fun writing thiss. also fuck ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS A LOT EARLIER THAN I MEANT TO. i wanna take this down to edit it some more, embellish it..but don't wish to lose the ask....tumblr lemme private crap when i've misclicked pls. no warnings, just fluff. except not proofread whoops.

doing ellie’s makeup.

a package had just arrived in the mail. you had previously ordered some new products, and were overjoyed about your purchases! needed to try them out, so you got an idea. she wasn't doing anything important right now….surely your artist girlfriend wouldn't mind being the canvas for a change?

“ellie, can I do your makeup??”

you sat down next to her sprawled out form on the couch, scrolling on her phone mindlessly as she shifted to the side to make space for you. she furrowed her eyebrows and didn't look up from her scrolling to murmur, “mmmmm…sure, why not.” you almost jumped for joy, she was going to look so pretty. ellie almost regretted allowing this, but seeing how happy you looked made her melt immediately. “okay wait here.” you went to gather your basket of products, so excited. she put her phone away and waited patiently for you to return. you returned and sat beside her, but that positioning wasn't allowing you to see properly. “lemme sit on you.” she continued laying down and you got on top of her to straddle her waist, laughing at her facial expressions. she wiggled her eyebrows and held onto your hips, thumbs making little circles, “i'm enjoying this.” she said, making your cheeks heat up the smallest touch. you lightly slapped her hands away, “oh shut up, i can't do this well if i'm not like, 3 inches from your face.” “alright, alright princess,” she said through a chuckle, dropping her arms by her sides. still smirking, proud of her jokes. “put this on.” you hand her a ridiculous looking headband, a pink one with a huge bow in the front, to put on to get her soft auburn hair out of her face, and she shoots you a look, but complies anyway. mischievously rubbing your hands together, you search for the base products to apply first. she watches curiously as you set up all the brushes and sponges to give her the makeover of a lifetime. you select one and show it to her, “i'll do this one, its light coverage because i don't wanna cover your freckles. i love them too much to do that.” she nods along, absorbing the information, her cheeks turning a light pink at the compliment. as you apply all the products to her face, she seems so relaxed. you’d honestly expected her to not be a fan, but it was lovely to see her closing her eyes, and just letting you paint her however you so pleased. it was a win/win situation, a sweet moment for both.

you went through most of the routine, and it was time for eye products. making sure to emphasize your point, “okay, stay veeeeery still.” she seemed so at peace, and nodded to say she heard you. you got closer to her, eyeliner pen in hand and as soon as you made contact with her delicate eyelid, her eye started twitching and she burst into giggles. “hey, that tickles.” “ellie stay still, i’ll poke your eye out, cmon, i’m almost done.” “i’m tryin baby.” steadying your drawing hand, and steadying her by holding onto her cheek, slowly but surely you do her eyeliner. it’s uneven and a little wonky because she couldn’t be as still as needed, but charming, if you do say so yourself. and the final step, you pick out your sparkliest lip gloss. as you were applying the finishing touches, she was watching your focus intently, watching your movements so intimately. “there, done.” you finish and lean away from her, inspecting your work. she almost looked like a different person, but the way you’d done it accentuated her features perfectly, and made her green eyes just pop. she looked stellar. lips plump and sparkly, cheeks wonderfully rosy, like a doll. you squealed, “you look so good!!” she batted her mascara covered eyelashes as she sat up closer to you, who’s still on her lap, and pressed a messy kiss to your lips, smearing her gloss everywhere. “ellieeee, wait i gotta fix it.” you fix her lips, holding onto her chin as you do so, and get up so she can visit a mirror to take a look. she gasped, “oh wow.” you watched as she posed and inspected her makeover in front of the mirror, fascinated. “wow, i don’t look like myself….but i kinda love it." she throws a toothy grin your way. “i’m glad, thanks for letting me els.” she kept inspecting and looking at herself, “y’know, the more i look at this the more i like it. you can practice on me more often if you want.” this made you so happy, she looks great as ever with whatever she decides to do with her appearance, and it was so much fun to do this for her.

[authormars]

Sticky notes

This is probably gonna be formatted badly but oh well this is what I get for being on Tumblr for barely a week

So, Lucifer constantly leaves sticky notes around the house for himself to remember things. Some are "Meeting on Tuesday @ Castle for new event" and others are "Eat so you don't die"

But Satan and Belphie began discovering said sticky notes and if they deemed them unimportant, would remove the sticky note and put a new sticky note in its place that says "A Lucifer note used to be here. For your convenience, we at the Anti-Lucifer League have removed it. We thank you for your continued support in our mission to annoy Lucifer. Thank you! - Anti-Lucifer League"

After a little while, yellow sticky notes began showing up, scribbled in all caps, that normally said something along the lines of "Lucifer if you pay me ten grimm I'll stop them next time from doing this"

Then a red sticky note beneath it reading "You should always be stopping them. You're the second eldest. Act like it." And then another yellow beneath it "Jokes on you, I can't read cursive. I'm assuming that was insulting though"

And eventually, orange began showing up normally with messages such as "Hey can someone come to the grocery store with me tomorrow."

And eventually the kitchen devolved into messages such as:

Shut up Satan

Wasted a whole sticky note to tell me to shut up. Very efficient

At least I can pull

Can y'all stop writing in cursive I can't read it

All of you. Please stop leaving notes. These are for me and me only. I'm glad you colorcode them though

Die old man

OI DONT USE MY COLOR

Satan go back to green

No. Die

MY COLOR

When did we start communicating on sticky notes

Hey Levi idk but Satan ruined it

I'm back to green bc it's a better color

All of you please stop putting up sticky notes. This is messing with the way I do things

Oh no. Mr. Perfect can't deal with something. Everybody stop and help him

I hope you trip down the stairs and crack your head open

WOAH

You want that to happen to get rid of me don't you

If we must discuss the way I prefer your death, let's do it in person. This is much too inconvenient

Choke on Diavolo's [crossed out heavily in red pen]

(written underneath) You are a nuisance. I'm confiscating your sticky notes

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Sorry if this was hard to follow lmao this is my first post

[cherbii]

PILLOW TALK

synapses -> short, smutty fics following popular p☆rn plots

ft. (separate!) Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Ino

warnings -> language, kissing, SMUT! p in v, unprotected sēx, creampies, oral (M), ‘FAKE’ stepcest, inappropriate usage of props, dubcon?, ice play, praise/degradation, stranger sēx, voyeurism, public sēx, age gap, taboo relationships, cheating, spanking, tîtty worship/play, gagging, minors do not interact

a.n Posting this for a second time (thx tumblr for deleting the first) + I therefore added the maturity label :(

SATORU GOJO -> ICE (S)CREAM

It was a hot and sunny day, and you were sweaty and in need of something cold, luckily there was an ice cream van just up ahead, blaring a sweet tune, so happily you bounced over to it.

Standing in the van was a white haired man, who was wearing round sun glasses and pastel button up top. "Hey, what can I get for you?" He asked, sending you a wink over the lense.

You felt your body react to the wink - and your brain short circuited for a second before you managed to find your voice again. Clearing your throat, you spoke up, "I'd like a waffle cone, please."

"Got ya!" The man spun around, before rummaging in one of his freezers and pulling out the packeted sweet treat. "That will be 260 yen."

You nodded, before reaching a hand into your pocket and fishing out a few coins, it was far from enough. "Uh, I don't have enough money on me. Is there any other way I can pay you back?" 

The man raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at his face as he leaned in a little closer. His eyes scanned over you up and down in a way that made your brain overheat. "Well... there is one way you can pay me back."

"How? I'll do it! I really want the ice pop." You gasped, staring at the slight blue that peeked over his black glasses.  His eyes widened at your eagerness, as if he was shocked at your reaction, but an amused chuckle slipped passed his lips.

"Well, aren't you something special, you really want this ice cream huh?" He asked, leaning against the counter, "and you said you'll do anything for it?"

You eagerly nod, watching a sinister grin split his lips. He stepped around the counter, now standing much closer, towering over you. You had to tilt your head back a little to look him in the eyes.

"Good girl." The smile on his face, coupled with the nickname, makes your heart beat race and you feel warmth begin to pool in your core.

And maybe that's how you found yourself in the cramped van, the shutters shut, bent over the deep freezer. His arms were pressed around you from behind, caging you between the hard freezer and the warm expanse of his chest. You could feel his breath on your neck, the heat of his body seeping into your own.

As he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous, and you swore you shivered under his gaze. "Are you ready to hold up your end of the bargain, sweetie?"

"Yes." You whine, feeling your thin panties being peeled away from your dripping cunt.

His breath hitched as you responded, "That's a good girl." He purred, his hands roaming over your hips, pulling you closer. The cold metal of the freezer pressed into your skin, making you gasp at the difference in temperatures. "Do you promise not to be too loud?" You nod again.

The man— Gojo, that's what his name tag read, unsheathed the cold treat, the red, white and blue flavours glittering with ice crystals. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back before the tip of the ice pop pressed against your lips.

He chuckled at your immediate obedience. "Such a good girl for me," He cooed, running his cold fingers along your inner thigh. "Now, open up for me."

The coolness of the ice-pop contrasting against your burning skin, sending a shiver up your spine. The sweetness of the red, white, and blue flavors swirled on your tongue, a strange mix on your taste He watched you intently as you eagerly took into your mouth - his eyes darkened with an almost animalistic hunger.

His tongue grazed your ear, his voice a low whisper, "You're doing so good for me." Gojo murmured as he heard you sucking on the cold treat, slowly pulling down his zipper.

The sound of his zipper, and the sudden shift in dynamics, made your eyes flutter as you pulled away from the snack, eyes going wide with surprise and...excitement.

"No, sweet girl. Keep sucking." He purred. You moaned when you felt his leaking tip push at your folds, instinctively your knees buckled.

Your mouth fell open when Gojo pushed the ice pop further past your lips, the weight of it pushed on your tongue, causing you to gag, though it was nothing to the sting you felt between your legs, cunt stretched open on Gojo's thick and veiny cock.

"Yeah—shit—sweet girl, she's taking me so well." He groaned, hand shoving you forward, chest pushed against the cold glass of the freezer. His hand let go of the ice pop, still wedged between your lips and pulled at your top, exposing your breasts.

"Mmph!" You moan, eyes clenching when Gojo pulled his hips back before slamming them back into you, cock bullying your right cunt. The sweet ice melted on your tongue, slowly slipping from your lips.

His hand tightened around your hips, squeezing the flesh there. "Fuh...fuck! So tight—so tight!" Gojo babbled, thighs slapping against yours. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his chest heaved as moans fell from his lips.

"So deep! Feel so full!" You whimper, your body both hot and cold, from the sun and freezer. Your eyes snapped shut when his cock-head nudged against that one sponges spot within you.

"Shit! She's squeezing—fuck!—me, can't last much longer!" Gojo's tough hands gripped your hips harder, his cock momentarily slipped out before he turned you around, your back knocking against the freezer before you yelped when Gojo rammed himself back in.

Your legs dangled over the edge, discarded, leaving you almost stationary. Heat bubbled in your lower tummy, your fingers dug into the glass, and your toes curled. "Ah—! Ah—! Can feel you deep! So deep!" You mewl, squirming and writhing.

"Y-Yeah? Gonna stuff you full of my cream, heh— fuck!" Gojo gasped. His fingers snatched up the melting ice pop as he eyed your bouncing tits. He grinned, canines sharp before he brought the ice pop to your nipples, pressing the cold ice to them.

"S-So cold!" You whimper, clenching harder around Gojo, finding the cold feeling on your sensitive nipples pleasurable. "Don't stop!"

Gojo swirled the treat around your nipples, watching the red and blue drip down the mounds of your breasts. His jaw slowly fell open, ice pop stilling before louder, slutty moans fell from his pink lips. "I can't hold on... I'm gonna cum!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You whine, for no particular reason, back arching as you felt the coil in your belly tighten. "'M...'m gonna cum too!"

Your eyes crossed and you choked on a moan, feeling your cunt gush, cumming hard around his cock.

"Shit!" Gojo's fingers dug into your skin and his thrusts became sloppy before he spilled his cum deep inside your womb, nearly falling over himself.

With sluggish movements, he pulled out. Your cunt squeezed out the mixed seed, dripping it onto the floor.

Gojo gave you a quivering grin, finger pushing the cum back into you. "Your ice pop is payed for now, don't be scared to come by again."

SUGURU GETO -> HELP ME DOC!

You've been feeling not like yourself, at first you ignored the aches and pains, but eventually it became unbearable. So much so you needed to make a doctor appointment. Now you lay on the doctors table, just as your doctor walked in— Doctor Geto, who's muscles squeezed his scrubs, and his stethoscope wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Alright miss, I'm going to need you to lay back on the table. I'll be pressing gently on spots on your body, and you tell me when it hurts, alright?"

"Alright." You nod, kicking your feet up to lie on the blue doctor table, eyes watching as your doctor walk over.

"Good girl." He hums, his lips curving up in a half-smile. He sets the stethoscope around his neck, fingers already reaching out to take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up, gently running his fingers along it "Your hands feel fine. No broken bones, that leaves the rest of your body that's in pain."

He slowly runs his fingers up your wrist and arm, then up your neck, checking your circulation and pulse.

He hums, moving on to pressing his fingers into your collarbone and shoulders, as he slowly works his way down your chest.

You had to fend off the first thoughts as you felt his palms move closer to your breasts, greedily wanting him to touch them, but knew that was unprofessional.

He hums, letting his fingers dig into your skin as he works in circles on the various spots on your chest. He was being a bit harder than he needed, but he couldn't help it. You were just...too beautiful, and your body was just too perfect, and he just needed to get his hands on you.

A gasp ripped from your throat when his fingers pressed into your sensitive nipples.

Geto hummed, noticing your gasp. He pauses at the sound, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "Did that hurt?"

"A little, but it's not where I'm sore the most." You say, honestly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth when his fingers pinched your nipples before they slid off.

A small smile tugged at his lips when he heard your honesty. "Then where are you sore the most?" He asked, his tone smooth as his fingers continued their lazy journey down your front.

"Lower." You murmur.

"Can I move your shirt?"

"Well, you know what's best, Doc." You say, lifting up sprightly to give him the freedom to.

Geto smiled, watching your shirt lift up and revealing your stomach. He slowly pushes your shirt the rest of the way up, slowly taking in the sight of your soft skin as it's slowly revealed to him.

"You're beautiful..." He says, his voice just above a murmur.

His hands run along the newly exposed skin, fingers tracing the dips of your waist, and the valleys of your hips. He hums, hands lingering on your hip bone and moving to the front of your pants, slowly reaching for the button.

"You said you're sore." He murmured.

You nod. "You're almost there where I hurt." You tell him, leaning on your hands as you arch your back, subconsciously pushing your tits in his direction.

His hands pause, fingers just hovering at the button. He swallows hard, a small, amused smile on his face. "Oh really?" He muses, fingers slowly starting to undo the button.

You nod again. "Mhm, it's really sore, Doc." You slowly raise your hips, encouraging him to take your pants off.

As he pushes your pants and your underwear down, he hums again, his eyes slowly traveling up your body. "Poor thing, all sore...and I've yet to take a look at your body to see where the soreness is coming from...You do tend to work yourself a bit too much."

Your cunt glistens under the bright lights, arousal dripping against your puffy folds. "Please help me, Doctor?"You whine.

A small smile flickers on his face as he lets out a soft, almost amused scoff. "Of course. I'm a doctor. It's my job." He brings you close, leaning back down a bit to run his hands along your inner thighs. "Now, where do you hurt, exactly?"

He slowly ran his fingers along your inner thighs, almost gently, and he swallows hard. He didn't want to admit it, but his own pants were a bit tighter now.

He was just doing his job, checking your inner thighs for soreness, and nothing else.

"Here? Or here?"

You gently reach a hand out and take his wrist, before guiding his fingers to your aching core, gasping when he pushed.

"There."

His eyes widened a bit, and he's suddenly quiet. He sucks in a breath, not letting it out until a moment after. The look on his face was still professional, as he tried not to show the effect you were having on him. He swallows hard, taking a moment before slowly starting to run his fingersalong your slippery folds.

Geto hums before stepping back. "I might need to use my sonograph* to get closer look outside, and... use my fingers to feel if anything's wrong and perhaps momentarily get rid of the ache." He said, reaching into a glove box and pulling out a pair of blue, latex gloves.

sonograph* machine used to look into the womb/baby (ie. ultrasounds)

As he puts on the blue latex gloves, he looks back down at you-eyes meeting yours. He hums, a small smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's going to feel a bit different."

His gloved hands gently spread your legs a bit more, and he slowly runs his gloved fingertips along your inner thighs, trying hard not to get distracted.

"As long as it will help." You reply, watching as he picked up his sonograph and then a bottle of the lubricating gel.

He hums, his eyes still on your face as he takes the lubricant. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, he trying his best to keep looking at your face, and not the way your body was spread out in front of him as he readied the sonograph.

"Now, relax." He said softly.

You settle back onto the bed. Geto stepped forward before he squirted some of the blue gel onto the tip of the sonograph, the little black screen off to the side buzzed to life.

As he gently places the tip of the wand against you, the small, black screen comes to life, and he hums, just watching the read out.

Geto tried to keep his hand steady, but you notice the occasional twitch—and the way he's slightly biting on his tongue.

"I'm going to slowly massage my fingers into you, let me know if it hurts more."

You just reply with a hum, looking at the screen and seeing a grey image come to life. Your eyes widen as you feel his finger poke at your hole before it began to sink in, an involuntarily moan tumbling from your lips.

He immediately stopped, hearing your moan. His eyes flick up to look at you, a surprised little look on his face.

"Already?" He said softly, looking at you. "I barely started."

"N-No, it was helping sorry. It felt nice." You tell your doctor, feeling flushed.

He hums, a small smile on his face as his attention flickers back to the screen at the sound of your apology. "Oh don't apologize for that. It's natural."

He gently continues to massage his fingers in and out of you, watching the screen, the look on his face growing more and more satisfied.

"You know, a lot of people usually have to wait a moment before they feel any real relief. But you already feel a bit of relief, huh?"

You just nod your head. Geto smirked down at you before a second finger pushed at you, slowly joining the other.

"Feeling a little less sore now?" He watches your facial as it morphed into one of pleasure.

"It's still a little sore." You whine, hips bucking into his hand.

Geto sighed, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. "Hmm, well you do seem a little tight, it might need something to stretch it out further."

Your back arched as you slowly rocked yourself onto his fingers. "O-Okay, if you think so-o." You whined, lips falling open, and hole weeping onto his fingers.

He slid his fingers out from you and placed the sonograph off to the side briefly, before his fingers hooked onto his scrub pants, and pulled, freeing his erection.

His cock was thick, and huge, and it was perfect for your aching cunt. He took a step towards your open legs, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him, cock bobbing between your thighs. "I'm just going to see if this will help."

Geto gave you a small smile before his cock nudged at your folds, then he thrusted forward, slowly feeding your cunt his cock. "Ngh— it's helping a lot more." You mewl, gripping onto the thin layer of paper layer out underneath you.

"That's good," he hummed, before picking the sonograph machine up and placing it on your lower tummy, immediately, you saw a fuzzy, grey image of his cock nestled in your cunt on the small screen, watching as it moved when he gyrated his hips. "I can feel you getting looser, this must be working."

You let out a shattered gasp, mind hazing over as your doctor fucked you better, feeling the ache subdue and replaced by a delicious heat that licked up your thighs. "Mmph, you're so...good doctor. Should come to you more o-often."

"Indeed, I haven't had a patient like you come here before, so maybe if I—shit!—if I see what works to heal you, I can help others."

You could see the way his tip nudged at your cervix wall, stimulating you to an early orgasm. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You loudly moaned, it was a surprise that no other doctor had rushed in to see the commotion. "It's still sore!" You whined, looking at your doctor through teary eyes.

"Greedy girl, have I not given your cunt enough?" Your doctor snarled before he placed a thumb on your puffy clit and rubbed at it.

Your jaw almost dislocated with how wide you opened it, tongue falling out. "Fuck!—Shit! There! Right there!" You cried, Mike going completely numb as your body succumbed to the pleasure. "P-Please, Doc. I think I'm already gonna cum! It feels funny!"

"There we go, you can cum on my cock. It will most likely help your... situation." Geto told you, purple eyes glancing at the tv screen and visibly seeing your walls convulse.

"Fuck!" You drew out the scream that ripped from your throat as you squirted, the clear liquid bursting from you and drenching your doctor.

"Sh-Shit, I'm going to give you my... my special medicine, okay?" Geto moaned, hips stilling before thick, creamy ropes of his cum ribboned from him.

The small screen had shown the milky liquid fill your cavity, and how you were stuffed full. "Thank you, Doctor," you softly spoke, wincing when he pulled out and no longer feeling the ache. "I feel so much better."

"That's good, I do expect to see you again. Maybe next week?"

KENTO NANAMI -> TEACHER TEACHER!

You were on the brink of failing, and the future didn't seem that bright, at least, not in Mr Nanami's class. You needed a way to get good grades, and you'd do anything for them.

"Please, sir, is there anything I can do to get a distinction?" You ask, your previous test paper clutched in your hands, scribbled in red with a big, fat F.

He looks up at you, his gaze unwavering. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Anything?" he repeats lowly, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you intently.

You frantically nod. "Yes, sir. Anything at all!" You try to give him a smile, trying your best to coax him in giving you an opportunity.

You almost missed the way the corner of his mouth twitched up. Nanami let out a sigh, before he hooked a finger into his tie and pulled at it, loosening the material. "Come here." He instructed, motioning towards his side of the desk.

He spun on his chair to face you before standing up, towering over you. Nanami shot out a hand and cradled your chin, you were momentarily taken aback, but you soon melted into him.

It was hard not to, he was your deathly gorgeous teacher, he always smelt so good, and his physique was impeccable.

His thumb moved to gently rub against your bottom lip. "Since you want this grade so badly, there is one thing you can do," he said, his eyes peering at you through his glasses. "Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, please."

Your breath hitched in your throat but with a firm nod you sank to your knees, his hand still holding your chin tightly.

He was so tall, he could practically look down on you from here. Nanami let out a hum.

"Now what, sir?" You asked, your hands wresting on your thighs as you sat back onto your calves, knees digging into the floor.

"Open your mouth for me." he responded, his voice was low, like a velvety murmur.

For a brief moment, you hesitated before your lips fell open. God forbid if another teacher walked in, but you desperately needed that good grade.

He hummed, his smile was ever so slight, as his eyes focused on your lips. It was mesmerizing to watch him. He then ran his thumb over your lip, gently rubbing against the now exposed flesh.

Nanami had to suppress a shiver at the look of you, on your knees for him, so willing and pliable for him. He was almost tempted to just make a mess of your pretty face right then and there.

"Now stick your tongue out for me, sweet girl."

Obediently, your tongue lolled out, brushing his thumb. You heard your teacher curse under his breath before his thumb delved into your mouth.

You felt his muscles tense, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had to keep his breathing steady, he didn't want to frighten you but oh, the sight of you, on your knees, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for what he gave you - it was near the edge of what he could contain.

Nanami swallowed, and the pad of his thumb moved against your tongue, a low hum escaping him.

"There you go, such a good girl. Now, keep it out like that, okay?" You were only able to nod. Nanami kept his thumb in your mouth as he sat back down on his chair, moving it in a way that his legs were on either side of you.

He looked down at you, his gaze almost hungry. His thumb slowly ran across your bottom lip again, before he pulled it from your mouth. Nanami hummed, satisfied with your compliance.

"Good, good girl, such an obedient little thing you are, so willing to please your teacher."

He brought his hand up, the back of his fingers gently tracing your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your chin.

"Do you want to know what good girls get?"

"Yes, sir." You mutter softly, before his thumb went back to roll against your thumb.

He chuckled, his eyes tracing your face, the way you were sitting, the way you looked up at him, the way your voice was so submissive and sweet, it got him every time. The way your mouth still looked so wet from him.

He let out a sigh, his thumb leaving your chin before he rested you gently between his legs. "Good girls get rewarded." He said lowly, his other arm coming forward, his fingers gently threading through your hair, gently pulling your head upwards so you were looking up at him, his face inches from yours.

Your ears caught sound of a zipper being pulled down. Nanami pulled his zipper down, watching as your eyes flicked down to see what he was doing.

"Eyes up here, sweet girl." He said, tugging on your hair, pulling your head back up, until you were looking him in the eyes.

The hand in your hair then trailed down, his knuckles tracing your jaw, his fingers then gently gripping your chin. He hummed lowly, his eyes flicking down to your mouth.

"Open it again for me."

Your mouth fell open again, trying your hardest not to look at what Nanami's other was doing, and it was proving to be difficult. He let out chuckle at your obvious struggle. Your attempts at not looking at what he was doing was adorable and endearing to him. You tried so hard to be good, it made him want to reward you more.

His hand that was on your chin moved to rub his fingers against your bottom lip, his other hand still resting on your shoulder.

Nanami hummed, watching as your tongue began to slowly push against his fingers, almost like you were begging for what he was doing.

Then you heard clothes ruffle, and soon you were face to face with your teachers throbbing cock, leaking and begging for you to wrap your mouth around it.

But this was highly unprofessional, and forbidden, and it made you want to continue.

"I'm going to use that pretty mouth, is that fine? It is the way to a good grade." Nanami said, his hand still gripping your hair whine his other gradually began to pump his cock.

"I'll do it." You replied, voice muffled as you spoke around his thumb.

"Good girl," he praised, angling his cock to your gaping lips. You gasped when his tip nudged at your lips, your tongue instinctively licking at his mushroom tip, Nanami cursing under his breath. "Yeah, just keep your mouth open."

He removed his hand from you. Nanami settled back onto his chair and placed both hands on his armrests, letting you take control.

Slowly, you moved and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, mouth enclosing around the tip and suckling on his leaky tip, salty pre-cum mixing with your saliva.

You began to sink your mouth lower onto him, mouth stretching out as you took more of him. You had to stop briefly when he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but you pushed through before raising your head.

"Shit, sweetheart. Doing really good." Nanami said through gritted teeth, hissing when you sucked harder.

You tried to look at him, wanting to see his reactions, but it was just so hard! Tears pricked at the corners of your eye, your one hand moving down to massage at his balls.

Nanami thrusted up, too immersed in how good you were at sucking cock, what a slut—that's what Nanami thought.

Spit dribbled from your lips and down his cock, tracing the veins as it went and his balls were heavy in your hand.

Your eyes screwed shut, you were fully trying to focus on getting that good grade... that's the only reason you were doing this.

"Mmph, hmm!" You moaned, a harsh and stinging throb pulsated between your legs.

"You're doing so—so good. Maybe I'll give you a C—!" He groaned, fists balling at his sides.

If you could pout, you would, at least it wasn't a fail. Your free hand snuck between your legs and massaged your cunt through your stockings and panties, needing to relive that ache.

"I can't last long, it's been... a while. Just keep sucking and I'll—I'll!" He groaned loudly, before his cum spilled from him, filling your mouth. Greedily and hungrily you gulped it all down before detaching your lips, some spilling out as you coughed and heaved.

"Did I...did I do good?" You asked, rubbing at your sore lips, other hand dropping from your lower ones.

"Mhm, really good, sweetheart. But if you want a higher grade, you should come see me more after classes."

TOJI FUSHIGURO -> THERE'S A LEAK!

The sink in your kitchen has been making funny noises, and whenever you try turn it on, it sprays water directly at you.

Obviously you had to call a plumber.

What you didn't expect was a tall, muscled man with smooth, black hair and a small scar on his lip, whose name tag read: Toji.

Now he was on his back, looking up into the sink, legs spread and thick arms reaching into your pipes.

You were leaning against a cupboard near him, watching him work. He moved himself forward, his dark eyes flicked up to you, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking back down at the pipe he was holding. His eyes moved over you, taking in your whole form, lingering on the curves of your body.

"You could give me a hand, y'know." He said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You quirk an eyebrow. "Sure, what do you need help with?" You ask.

He smirked at that, before gesturing to the pipe he was holding. "I need some help holding it steady. This thing's a pain to handle alone." He looked expectantly up at you, that smirk still on his face.

You let out a soft sigh before walking over to him. "What do you need me to hold?" You bend down, giving your pervy plumber a good view at your tits.

He had to stop himself from whistling, his smirk widening as he watched you bend over. He knew you knew what you were doing, and he was enjoying the view.

"Just hold the pipe steady from underneath." He said, his eyes still lingering on your chest.

"I can't reach all the way there." You frown, seeing that you'd have to almost crawl on top of him to hold the loose pipe.

Toji shot you a smirk. "So it seems, come sit on my lap. It's the only way." He purred.

He didn't wait for you to respond, his hands quickly taking hold of your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, his strong thighs enveloping vou. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place against him.

His eyes had darkened, a smirk on his lips. "Much better..."

You would have thought he had stolen one of your pipes and shoved it deep in his pockets, but no... he was just that big!

You quickly got rid of those thoughts before moving forward, reaching to hold the pipe he needed you to hold.

Toji’s breath hitched as you slid closer, his arm pulling you even tighter against him. He had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from groaning at the feeling of you against him. When he spoke, his voice was rough, low. "That's right, hold it like that."

You soon grabbed the pipe and held it, though you don't know how your plumber was able to focus with you almost fully parallel on him.

His grip on your waist was bruising, his hands holding you tightly as he tried to focus on the pipe. But it was difficult, with you sat so close to him. He could feel the heat of your body, the press of your curves against him, and it was making it hard to think about anything other than how much he wanted you. He gritted his teeth, his jaw flexing as he forced himself to speak. "You're doing good, keep holding it like that..."

His eyes flicked to your face, taking in your expression as you focused on holding the pipe. He liked what he saw, the way you looked, leaned over his lap like that. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his lower stomach, the feeling of you so close, and he had to bite back a low growl.

He was trying to act nonchalant, trying not to show how affected he was by you, but it was getting harder and harder to hold it all in.

"You're doing great," he repeated. "Just stay just like that."

"You know... it would bad if my husband came home and saw me. Are you sure this is alright?" You ask, looking down at the handsome man below you.

"Your husband?" He smirked up at you, his tone a mix of amusement and irritation. "Yer married?" He tightened his grip on your waist, his eyes roaming over your body as he spoke. "And how would yer husband feel, watching ya, leaned over my lap like this?"

"Oh he'd be really mad." You spoke softly.

"Even more mad if I do this?" The man raised his hips and ground them into yours, causing you to groan and almost drop the pipe. He felt you react to his movement, the soft sound that came from you made a low growl rumble in his chest.

"Oh, I bet he would be."

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "I wonder what else I could do to make him jealous..." he murmured.

You didn't miss the devious look in his eyes, and you didn't pull out of this little game you two had. "He'd be mad if you touched me more... touched me further."

He liked the look in your eyes, the way you played along with him. He hummed in agreement, his hands moving down to your hips, holding you against him. "Oh, I'm sure he would be."

One of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing more and more of your skin. "Very, very mad." "So mad." Toji had to stifle a groan when you let him lift your shirt, and when he saw your exposed breasts, so soft, needing his rough hands to play with them.

His grip on your hips tightened as he looked over your exposed skin, his eyes lingering on your breasts. He had to force himself to keep his touch light, just enough to tease you, to make you shiver and whimper.

But he was doing a very bad job of holding back. “Yeah... he'd definitely be mad." He was breathing heavily now, his hands roaming over your tits, calluses brushing your taut nipples, making soft sighs fall from your lips.

"I really want to upset him, and I'd do whatever it takes." You murmured, finger running along the waistband of his pants.

Toji smirked up at you, canines as sharp as the jagged scar on his lip. "I can think of a few ways, just lift your hips quickly, sweet thing." He said, watching as you raised your hips so he could pull his work pants down.

His black underwear went along with it, and out sprung the thickest, girthy-est and meatiest cock you had ever seen. Your eyes followed it as it swayed like a pendulum.

"Ya think you can take it? Shit, your husband probably has a pencil dick." Toji chuckled, eyeing the small bit of drool on your lip.

"You're so big. I don't know if it can fit." You whine, hand moving to his cock's base, frowning when your fingers were no where near touching.

"Sure it can, just need to see that juicy pussy and push it in. Trust me, ma. I'm a pussy professional."

His fingers went to your thin leggings, and 'riiippp', tore a hole right over yours. His fingers snuck in, feeling your bare folds glide on his fingers.

"You weren't even wearing panties, you slut. Probably always wanted to be fucked by the plumber, dirty girl." He purred, pulling his fingers away to grab his cock.

"Are you sure this is safe? I don't want to go to the doctor with any sort of pain." You huff, slowly sitting down on Toji's cock, feeling it stretch your cunt open deliciously.

"Don't worry, ya can take it. I know she's wet enough for this dick, isn't she?" Toji spoke to your pussy, feeling it clench around as you sunk further and further down onto him, your face contorting into one of pleasure.

"Never felt s-someone as big as you, hah. Not even my husband can stretch me out like this." You whine, feeling as if you were going to be torn into two. Your hands push on his tummy when he bottoms out, the both of you groaning out in unison.

"Quit yer yapping and let me fuck this pussy dumb. Might leave ya in a pile of my cum for yer husband to see."  Toji smirked before he's thrusting up into you, already reaching the tip of your cervix.

"Oh—! Mhm, mhm! Let him see how someone actually f-fucks me! Want your cum so bad." You arch your back to grind down on him, your lips fell open and wanton moans left them.

"Barely know me and wants my cum. Such a silly slut ya are," Toji's hand whips out to slap your tits, watching them jiggle and you moan. "Oh, ya like that? What a whore."

His palms swat away at your breasts, watching as they began to saturate in a flushed colour as they took more slaps, now sensitive and sore.

Your legs are bent underneath you, and you use your knees bend and move to meet Toji's thrusts. There's a soft 'pap' sound that's ongoing the more you two fuck.

His balls are cushioned under the curve of your ass, slowly filling with his cum. One of his hands goes back to the pipes while the other is now of your ass, hitting it until it turns the same shade as your tits, even through your leggings.

There's a white ring that had dripped down to the base of Toji's cock. His fingers are digging into your ass. "Fuck, ma. Yer gripping me real tight. Might need ya to call me if there are any other leaks other than this fucking pussy. Ya can call me when yer stupid husband is—fuck!— home, need him to see how to treat a s-slut." Toji groans, mouth ajar as huffs and moans slip.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I need to cum so badly! I can feel I need to—!" You threw your head back when Toji's thick fingers were rubbing fast and hard at your clit. Your toes curled against your wooden floors and you moaned.

"Already? Guess that's what happens when I unclog a pipe, she gets leaky. Heh, get i-it?" He jokes, watching as your muscles tense, falling forward onto him.

He forgets the pipes and shoots a hand out on the counter so you don't hit your head. Your tits are bouncing on his face, and Toji groans, his thrusts getting weaker.

"Cock's so good! I'm gonna—aww fuck—! Need to c-cum! I—ah—! Fuck!" Your nails dug into his pecs as you creamed around his cock, body spasming as you came, hard.

"Yeah, there yer go. Needta knock up—shit—! Gonna fill her up nice and good!" Toji groans, feeling his thighs shake before he's busting his hot and sticky load deep into your cunt. The feeling had you shiver.

When both your orgasms died down, Toji still had you sit prettily on his lap, cock still nestled in your gummy walls, clogging his cum inside while you hold the pipe, allowing Toji to finish.

After he was done, you begrudgingly slide off, feeling your shared cum drip out from you. You clench your thighs, having no leggings or underwear to hold it. "So, how much do I owe you for fixing my pipes?" You ask the man.

Toji slides out from where he is, wet stain over his pants. "Don't worry, sweet thing. Won't charge ya, but I might next time when I come fix yer shower, can hear it leaking from here." He sent you a wink, before grabbing his tool box, and leaving you stunned and flushed.

RYOMEN SUKUNA -> CHEERLEADER!

Sukuna, the captain of the football team, can't help but watch as you cheer them on. Tiny skirt flapping as you bounced, tits jiggling in the tight cheer top you wore. He played his game extra well, to impress you. He even went up to you, and said he needed to speak to you, in private.

That's why you were in the men's changing room. Sitting on one of the benches while Sukuna came out the shower, shiny and glazed with water, and boy did he look good.

"What did you need to speak to me about?" You asked, feeling your fingers curl around your pom-poms, trying so hard not to ogle at the captain.

He wiped a hand through his wet, pink hair, tattoos stretching as he did, before humming. "You know, I was watching you cheer today, and I didn't think you were as quick and flexible as all the other girls."

He walked towards you, letting the towel sit low on his waist. Even though you had just seen him fully dressed earlier, seeing him only in a towel made you realise just how toned his muscles were.

His eyes locked on yours as he stopped right in front of you. "I mean, there's some improvements that can be made."

"But I think I'm flexible. I can do all the tricks they want us to, doesn't that matter?" You ask, turning to face him.

He hummed again, moving right closer to you. You could his towering figure even better now. "Yes, but what if I think that you need extra practice?" He asked, crossing his arms. That made his biceps look more prominent, the bulge of it obvious as he stared down at you.

"I practice almost every day." You huff.

Sukuna chuckled. A sly smirk was on his face as he looked you up and down. He moved one of his hands to your chin, pulling it up so you'd look at him properly. "How about you show me some more, doll, hm? A private session." He spoke with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers down your spine as he pulled his hand away, watching you expectantly.

You nod. "Yes, I'll prove that I'm flexible and you're making it up," You snark, before standing up. You walked a few steps away, while Sukuna sat down. "Okay, I'll do a kick up," you kick your leg up, ankle above your head before it dropped down. "And now a pike." You jump, bending at the waist as you reach out and touch your toes.

He watched you in intrigue. Eyes not leaving you for a second, just completely focused on you. His elbows rested in his knees while he watched you, a very small smirk on his lips. "Pretty flexible, I'll give you that, but can you do a split?" He asked, knowing full well that would be a challenge.

"Yes, it's a pretty easy thing to do." You throw your pom-poms down before you allow your weight to drop, one leg stretched behind you while the other in front.

When you got down into the split, he had to stop himself from raising his brows in surprise. He didn't expect you to be able to do it. The position of you on the ground, legs like that... his mind started to think of stuff. But he snapped out of it.

He stood up so he was towering above, his foot was next to your hand as he watched you. 'Well, I do have a special form of practicing... if you wanted to try that?" He asked, with a smirk. You slowly got up, fixing your little skirt before walking over. "Hmm, okay. I guess we can try that if it will help me get more flexible."

Sukuna stood up and walked around behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back so you didn't move when he knelt down. He pushed your shoulders down, making you lean forward. "You need this to stretch your hamstrings." He started to stretch your leg out, pushing your ankle down so your foot was flat on the floor.

He pushed you forward some more, making you grab onto the back of your knees for support. The position made you look extra flexible. "Feel any stretch?" He asked behind you, he kept pushing you down more to see just how flexible you could be... just to see how much you could take.

"Only a little, it's not bad." You hum, staring straight at the floor.

He moved one hand to your other foot, so he was pushing on both knees and ankles, making you stay there, just as flexible as you were. He pressed a little harder, stretching you out more. The position was getting even lower and he liked it. "You sure? You don't feel anything stretching there?" He asked, in a playful manner.

You just hum.

He kept this position for a few minutes, before standing up and letting you stretch out your legs. "Seems like you are pretty flexible... but we won't know until we see your other stretches." He walked back in front of you, arms still crossed as he looked down at you. "Can you do a middle split?" He asked, now wanting to see you do that.

"Yes but l'm not the greatest at it, I might need to hold onto something when I go down, that's all."

"Sure, I'll spot you for that. I got your back..." He moved behind you and knelt back down, putting one hand on your lower back and the other grabbed you under your thigh. That made you spread your legs out more, putting them in a split position, letting him stretch you out. Your legs glided on the floor before you were sat.

You sat down, a small shiver running down his spine. Sukuna let go as he watched you, a bit of a smirk on his lips.

The position of you between his legs and down on the floor like this was making him think of some stuff. He shook his head quickly. He moved in front of you, crouching down to look at you. "Maybe we should move onto the next form of stretching? It'll help out the most." He said, in a low husky voice.

You nod and got up. "Okay... if you know what's best."

Sukuna licked his bottom lip. "Alright, I'll need you to lay on your back before lifting yourself and balancing on your hands on feet, I know it's basic but it is a flexibility test after all."

Sukuna stood and backed up a little, as you got in the correct position. He smirked a little as he knelt just in front of you, watching how flexible you were. You were pretty damn flexible... but he needed to make sure. Especially with all these dirty thoughts running through his head. He walked around until he was between your legs, staring at your tummy while your head was hidden behind your shoulders. "Very well, but there's one more thing I'll need to stretch out."

"What's that?" You asked, raising your chin to see him better.

Sukuna smirked, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric of your skirt, slowly inching it up to expose your spoiled panties— were you already wet?

He saw the small damp spot in your panties, making him smirk a bit. He moved his hand to your thighs, rubbing them. "I need this part to stretch as well..." he said in a husky voice.

You gasp, almost collapsing in on yourself but were able to keep steady. "A-Are you sure I need to be stretched out there? I don't understand why."

He hummed a little, fingers still rubbing your thigh. The wet spot was becoming more damp as he looked at it. "I would say it's a very tight area, and needs a lot of stretches..." he said, as if he meant it. Clearly it was just an excuse.

You sigh out. "Okay, you can...stretch me out there." You let your head drop down, feeling blood rush to your cheeks.

He hummed softly. He was surprised at how quickly you were to change your mind, but not complaining about it. He put his hands on your waistband, giving a small tug, but not pulling on them. He glanced up at you, making sure he wasn't pushing you too far.

When Sukuna saw no complaint, he let your skirt settle at your hips before his fingers moved to your underwear, waiting no time to push them aside.

You heard something fall, feeling the material drop at your feet before you felt skin touch your thighs— his thighs.

Gulping, you raise your head back up, eyes bulging when you saw Sukuna's thick, long cock bob between your legs.

"Just relax, doll face. Just gonna stretch you out real nice." He hummed, grabbing onto your thighs while his dripping tip pushed at your folds. Your hips roll up onto his when he pushed in, it was a real stretch, your cunt ached as it accommodated to Sukuna's massive size.

"Mm, you're stretching me out so much! I don't think it can fully fit!" You whine, mouth agape when Sukuna pushed himself further into you.

"Don't be daft, it will fit. We'll make it." He rounded his hips back before shoving himself fully into you with one thrust, sending you into a cacophony of nonsense, spewing out stuff like 'too full' or 'too big!"

Sukuna was deep inside you, his fat tip nudging at the small opening of your cervix with little strain. He watched as your cunt gripped him, his cock getting shiny with your arousal, and a barely noticeable bulge in your tummy.

"Can feel you stretching out better now. You were way too tight." Sukuna said, hips thwacking yours, the sound bouncing off the lockers.

Your toes curled. Blood rushed to your head, making you feel faint. "P-Please can we find a new posi...tion. I'm feeling lightheaded." You whine, vision blurring.

"It's just how good my dick is stretching you, but alright, I suppose." Sukuna pulled out, watching as you collapse before getting up.

He walked over to the bench again and sat down, waiting for you to follow.

Once you were near him, he grabbed at your wrist and pulled you onto him. His cock finding your puckering hole again and shoving itself in. "Aah! Give me a warning!" You moaned your complaint.

"Yeah, yeah. Just bounce on this dick, let me see you out those hips to use." He huffed.

You raised a leg, placing your foot on the bench before you bucked your hips, riding Sukuna. Your brows pinched up, and your lips poured as you continued to stretch around his monstrous girth.

Sukuna's eyes were trained on the way your skirt bounced, your tits pressed up against his pecs and the faces and noises you were making. No wonder why his whole football team was lusting over you.

His hand wrapped around your neck, his sheer strength alarmed you as he pushed you back, only holding you by your neck and hip before he began to fuck up into you. "Gripping me like a god damn slut. Does it turn you on? Being fucked by your football captain in the locker room? Anyone could walk in."

Your mouth fell open, and your tongue slipped out. The sight was utterly pornographic. "Gah—! Hah—! I feel so good!" You blabbered, arching your back and forcing Sukuna deeper into your cunt.

"Maybe I should have my boys see how flexible you are for themselves—fuck—have you real stretched out then." Sukuna groaned, fingers digging into your flesh.

He was able to balance you in his grip around your neck while his other hand snaked down and shoved your top up, exposing your bouncing tits.

"W-Wait! I need to pee!" You whined, trying to warn him.

However, Sukuna wasn't inexperienced and knew what that meant. "Just go now, gonna have you squirt on this dick."

He sat back, grabbing a leg and throwing it before twisting you around, your back facing him.

Instinctively, you grabbed your legs, all while being used like a doll. "You sure? I'm not into p—."

"Just take the fucking piss, slut. You're gonna squirt." He growled, feeling you tense up before your moans crescendoed in octaves before a clear stream sprayed out from you, it was more pleasurable than cumming.

"Oh! Just like that! So good—so good!" You whined, watching as your squirt wet your thighs and the floor below.

"Squirted and I didn't play with your clit, what a sensitive play thing." Sukuna smirked, grabbing into your hips harder before his pace began to accelerando. His sharp canines sunk into the flesh on your shoulder before he was cumming deep inside your cunt.

Just then, the door opened and in filed the rest of the football team, who didn't pay you a single glance, like you weren't there.

Sukuna whistled, sliding you off and placing you next to him. "You boys want a turn? She still needs more stretching out."

CHOSO KAMO -> WHAT ARE YOU DOING STEPBRO!

Your mother had recently married a new man—Kenjaku, now landing you with three step-brothers. Two of which were an utter nuisance, while the third was more calm, and you seldomly saw, but when you did, there was a lingering tension between the two of you, something that shouldn't happen.

Yet you two couldn't help yourselves, ogling each other over the dinner table, actions going unaware by the rest of your family.

You couldn't help yourself— he looked good. Inked stripe across his nose, his hair tousled, his dark and ringed eyes looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat, yet he remained as poised as ever.

You two had never really spoken to each other, your first encounter was a mere introduction, but it felt different, like you had some sort of connection. He was the eldest of the three brothers, a man who was so easy to look at, you began to wonder what it would be like to touch him.

The way he seemed to ogle you at the dinner table, you began to wonder if he had those same thoughts, or were you just imaging things? He seemed to have become less focused during dinner, his eyes were focused solely on you, he barely paid attention to the conversation between his other two brothers, and the rest of the family. It was as if he had become distracted by something, or someone.

He still held onto his calm, unbothered aura, but it began to feel different, like his stare was becoming more intense, he was studying you.

You needed to know if he felt the same, or if you were misjudging the whole situation, so you pick up you spoon, after dessert was brought out, and dip it into the small bit of caramel sauce before bringing it to your lips. Your eyes found Choso's again while your lips wrapped around the edge of the small spoon, trying your best to seductively lick it off.

Choso watched you intensely as you began to lick the spoon, watching how you did things so gently, as you glanced his way.

He almost looked bothered, like he was struggling to keep his composure, his breath hitched ever so slightly.

He tried to quickly return his focus back to the conversation, to seem like everything was fine, but his stare often shifted back to you, he was completely enamored by the subtle action you did.

Your mother only notice you, reaching a hand out to lightly wack your arm. "That's not how you use a spoon, and where are your manners?

You snapped your head towards your mother, your eyes growing slightly wide as she commented, you had completely forgot you were surrounded by other people, your mom even wacked your arm.

You tried to play it off, laughing slightly before putting the spoon down, acting like you were embarrassed. All your doing was for him anyways.

He still remained unbothered, watching the whole conversation between your mother and you, his eyes trailing down your form.

You could feel your heart race faster, you knew exactly who you were doing this for, and you wanted his eyes always on you, you desired for that moment—-Your brothers began to bicker, throwing slight insults at eachother, but he wasn't paying attention, his eyes remained focused on you, taking in your every move, like you were the only one alive in the room.

Then, dinner concluded, and while everyone had rushed off into their rooms, you were left to wash the dishes, even in the darkness of your house, except for the warm, flickering light in the kitchen.

The house felt oddly silent, your family had retired to their rooms, leaving you to clean up. You were doing as you usually did on dinner night.

You couldn't help but notice the kitchen wasn't completely dark, the light gently illuminated the room, as you stood at the sink, in front of the window. You had washed dishes for about five minutes, then suddenly, you weren't alone anymore.

He was here...Choso...

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, just as calm as ever, his eyes trailed up and down your body, taking in everything. You could feel his gaze burn into you—he slowly walked towards you, taking his time to approach.

He stayed quiet for a couple moments, simply observing you as you washed the dishes, eventually you felt a gentle coldness on your waist, his hands rested against you, but his touch felt like it burned at the same time.

Choso had come behind you, not saying a word, his chest pressing against your back, as he reached for the sponge in your hand.

“Let me wash the dishes for you." His voice was soft, though you could hear the slight gravel in it, and how husky it was... it felt like he was so close. His breath fanned against your neck, as his chest was pressed against your back.

You allowed him to properly take the sponge, while his other hand snuck around as he washed the dishes, leaving you trapped.

It felt like you were completely trapped, his hands worked rather fast with scrubbing the plates, leaving you locked in place. He kept you pinned against the sink, his breath slightly quickened, and you could feel his heartbeat, beating gently. He kept his body pressed against yours.

Choso worked quickly, scrubbing away at the dishes, you were the only thing on his mind. He wanted to do this for you, he wanted to be the only one to do this for you, to have this closeness with you.

Soon, he was finished with the dishes, he gently rinsed them underneath the water, he shut the water off, the gentle splashing sounds stopped, but he didn't pull away.

He stood closely behind you, feeling every breath against your neck.

"Thank you, Choso. You didn't have to." You spun around, gasping when you realised just how close you two were, close enough to count his eyelashes on his purple ringed eyes—was it makeup?

You'd never know.

He remained close, his hand rested on the sink behind you, trapping you between him and the counter. His eyes gazed down at you, before he glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes.

"I wanted to." He spoke softly again, he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his eyes lingered on your lips for quite some time.

You just hum, leaning back onto the sink. "Still, you didn't have to." He stepped forward a bit, he had you practically caged in with his body, he tilted his head towards you. He could tell you felt flustered, yet he only got closer, closing any bit of space between the two of you.

His eyes trailed back down to your lips, he could hear his own thoughts, begging for a kiss.

He glanced back up at your eyes again, it felt like his own were begging, pleading, asking for permission, he knew what he was doing, yet he waited, he didn't wanna cross any boundaries you didn't want to cross. His breathing became slightly deeper, he could smell the soft scent of your shampoo, it was addicting.

Slowly, hesitantly, you slid a hand up his torso before it nestled on his collar area, your breathing grew heavy, and you batted your eyelashes. "It was very kind of you."

A small hint of a smile tugged his lips, he leaned his head down a bit, feeling the soft touch of your hand against his chest.

Choso had a soft expression on his face, though all he could focus on was your eyes, he liked the look you gave him, and that made his heart race. You were so pretty, and he was so close to doing something he had been thinking of non-stop.

His fingers gently tapped against the counter, he wanted to reach out and hold you, but he kept his self control. He glanced down at your lips again, the gentle touch of your hand against his chest, you were driving him insane. His breaths were heavier, the temptation to lean in and kiss you was overwhelming.

He was doing everything in his power to control himself, his self control was running thin, his breath was uneven now, he glanced between your eyes and lips constantly. He couldn't handle what kept building up inside, he needed to do something, but he didn't want to do anything until you wanted the same.

He was so close to you, he was practically leaning over you, completely blocking you in the sink.

The tips of his black hair brushed your forehead, and you were soon gazing up into his eyes, breath mingling with his own. "I wish you weren't my step brother." You whispered, craning your neck so your noses could touch.

Choso couldn't help himself, his head was empty, his thoughts were gone, he felt like his heart had stopped when you said that. He shut his eyes for a moment, just feeling the touch of your skin against his.

His head nodded a bit, he pressed his nose against yours, like a small act of intimacy. He had wanted you, he wanted you ever since he saw you. “...Me too."

Choso was a patient man, he never did anything rash, he never went too fast, but you were pushing him past his limits.

His hands were close to touching you, but he kept fighting it, his knuckles began to turn white as he gripped the edge of the counter. He wanted you, all of you, but he held in all his urges, he still wanted your permission.

You let your eyes flutter shut, moving closer until your lips ghosted over his. "But that doesn't mean anything to me. I want you, Choso."

The words you spoke were like music to his ears, all of his self control was gone, it was thrown away in seconds. His eyes shut completely, and slowly he gave in as he leaned into your lips, he pressed his lips against yours, and gently kissed you.

This felt like a wave of pure bliss, the moment he had been desperate for had finally happened, his hands had gently grabbed your waist. He kissed you softly, but the passion was very clear.

Then, the kiss began to grow feverish. Choso's hips were grinding into yours, your arms were wrapped around his neck and your teeth and tongues clashed.

That kiss was enough to break the dam, it was like he had unleashed some sort of demon, and now he was starving for you. In this moment, he was desperate for you. He had never felt this way, and he would do anything for this feeling.

Choso was trying his best to control himself, yet his urges only grew as he gently bit your lip.

Testing, his hands firm on your hips, spun you around, his groin grinding into your ass before his lips found yours, letting out whimpers into the kiss.

Choso was completely out of breath from these kisses, you had him completely captured, yet his hands were still gentle, but now his grip was firmer, his fingers pressing into your waist. He moved his hips gently at first, getting used to the feeling of you against him.

He wanted you, more than words could ever express, but you had him so weak, desperate.

You shifted your hips back, bumping back into his, a gasp left his lips. You moved a hand to grip his jaw, pulling him deeper into the kiss, even though your neck began to ache. "You can fuck me, Cho. I know you want to."

It was like those words had broken him, like he couldn't hold back anymore.

Choso took those words as you wanted him too, and he groaned, he took in a sharp breath, and grabbed your hips. He bit down lightly on your jaw, before kissing down your neck.

God, the things you had him feeling, it was like he had no strength left, you really had him addicted, hooked.

His hands were all over you, over your tummy, your back, your breasts, he left you panting.

He did everything he could, he left no part of you untouched, his hands roamed over every inch of your body, he wanted you, and he was not letting you go. He only broke away for air, his breaths heavy and shaky. He kissed down your neck, leaving small hickeys as if they were a mark of his possession of you.

"We...shouldn't be... doing this." He breathed, tongue lapping away at your neck while you began to shimmy your pants down.

Choso was so conflicted, between his thoughts and the pleasure you gave him. He couldn't help himself, like he was stuck in a trance, and he couldn't break out.

His breaths were heavy and quick, yet the sounds he would make were desperate as he did his best to hold himself back, to hold it in. Yet his hands gripped your waist, he was already trying to hold himself back from pinning you down right there.

"We shouldn't," your pants fell, leaving your underwear exposed, you bent forward, grinding your hips into his prominent bulge in his pants. "Doesn't mean we can't."

His breaths were uneven, he leaned in, and bit his lip in an attempt to hold in any noise as you grinded against him. He was so tempted, to shut everything else away and just go for it. He was struggling to stay quiet, just thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He tried to get closer to you, his hands moved up to feel you, to take in the shape and feel of your curves.

"What if someone hears?" Choso groaned, hoping no one came to see what the noise was, his hips bucking into yours.

He was struggling, and so were you. He was desperate, he needed you as close as possible, and his hips bucked into yours, but he tried to keep it quiet, but the sounds he was making and was trying to hold in.

He was really struggling to be quiet.

"They won't, I promise. I need you, so badly. I've been thinking dirty thoughts about you, Choso." You whimpered, feeling Choso's fingers move up your thigh and press where you need him most. The words fell right into his ears, and he groaned in response. Choso was trying to keep his voice quiet, but his voice was husky, and it felt like you were pushing him closer to the edge. He needed more of you, more of this.

He needed it.

He was getting desperate, his hands roaming, touching, wanting. He pressed against you more, but it wasn't enough, he was getting lost on you, his thoughts and his desires.

His fingers caressed against you, his ring and thumb rubbing against the fabric, but he was trying to keep himself together. His fingers were desperate, his breathing was shaky, god, he wanted to take you right here, right now.

"I've been having thoughts about you too. Ah—I feel so bad, but I can't help it." It was almost like Choso lost all consciousness as he pushed his pants down, throbbing, leaking, dripping cock springing out.

He was so in the moment, the thoughts that filled his mind were filled with you, how he could only think about you, and wanting to give himself to you fully. His breaths were heavy, and his thoughts started to become more sinful, he wanted to give you everything he had to give. He felt like he was losing himself.

He could feel just how you affected him, like there was no stopping now. He had never felt this way before, so desperate, so consumed by someone else.

Choso’s hands held your chest, and he leaned down to take your neck, he couldn't stop his movements, he had been wanting this so badly. He was getting closer to losing control, his lips kissing the side of your neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this..." Choso chanted over and over, hips bucking into yours, sucking harder onto your neck. He needed this.

Quickly, you pushed your panties down, then bent over the sink, exposed cunt against Choso's balls. "Please, Cho? Need it so bad."

He tried to hold back, he really did, but the sounds you made, those words... the way you pressed into him, his mind was going blank. His hands roamed up and down your body, like he was studying you, touching all your curves.

He could feel you, he needed you, he needed something from you that he had never wanted before. He was so desperate for anything

You moved a hand behind you, finding Choso's cock and pumping it. "F-Fine, I'll give you what you—hah—! want." Choso grabbed his cock from you, before craning it until the tip hooked onto your puckering hole. He shifted his weight on his feet while his hands held your hips.

With one thrust, he sheathed himself inside your gummy walls. "Fuck, Cho. You're so big." You whine, feeling your body rock as Choso gently but firmly fucked you.

"You're so tight—hah—! if I knew you felt this good, maybe I would've done s-something sooner." Choso groaned, hips picking up the pace as he got lost in the feeling of you. His teeth sunk into his lower lip, wet sounds ricocheted off the kitchen cabinets.

He moved both hands down to your tummy before cupping them, he then raised you by your tummy, gravity pulling down, which provided a toe curling pressure to build as it forced you to feel his cock deeper in your guts.

"Cho! Cho! You're so deep! Oh fuck!" You mewl, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your lips fell open and loud moans, family long gone from your worry, and you chanted his name.

"Y-Yeah, pretty girl. Guess I am—oh fuck—!" Choso gasped, his fingers snaking down to your neglected and throbbing clit while he strongly still pushed up into your tummy.

Your chest was pushed against the counter, cheek as well, as you took Choso's fat cock in your cunt, bullying it relentlessly. His fingers strum your clit, thighs quivering at the same rhythmic pace.

"Can't last...long. Need to cum in this pussy...the best pussy I've—!" Choso doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's finishing inside you, spilling his seed until there's no more space. With a grunt, he pulls out, watching his cum drip onto the floor. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. You didn't even—."

"Cho, it's fine. I still enjoyed it." You reassure, even though you were somewhat upset.

You watched choso nibble his lip before shaking his head. "No, it's not. I still want you to cum, but I'm a little spent...oh! I know." He is quick to grab you again, spinning you around and picking you up before you're sat on the counter.

His hands are pushing your legs apart, and his head is diving between your legs, hungrily lapping at your used and abused cunt. "Ch-Cho, what are you doing?" You asked, hands going to his head.

"Can't have you not cum, pretty. Plus I've been imagining this for a while now." He murmured into your skin, the sound sending vibrations through your clit.

Choso's lips kissed away at your clit, the tips of his teeth gently grazing it every now and then. Your fingers were messing up his hair, the dark roots askew now. Your heels dug into the cabinets below as you shifted your hips, bring Choso deeper into you.

"Ah fuck, Choso! You're really g-good!" You whine, feeling him hum.

Drool dribbled down his chin, the wet and slurping sounds were loud at this time of night. "Please cum for me, pretty girl... need to have you cum." Choso said softly, moving his head to stroke your clit with his tongue, dipping into your hole with every stroke.

"I am! I'm gonna cum! Fuck this is so so wrong, but so right! Ah—!" You threw your head back as you came on Choso's tongue, the boy drinking it all up as you came undone.

Soon you settled into a soft mess of pants, watching Choso stand up and wipe at his chin, still between your legs. "You did so well, pretty," he kissed your head, lips staying on your skin. "And I can't lie, I don't want this to be the last time we do something like this."

You nod, leaning into his touch. "Me too."

And just then, you heard footsteps. 

INO TAKUMA -> GOOD COP BAD COP!

You thought you could get away with your petty crime of stealing, but as you sped off in your hijacked car, blue and red lights flickered behind you. With a grumble you pull over, watching as a police officer with shaggy brown hair and what appeared to be a beanie walked over, baton in hand— for the incase.

You nervously bit your lip as he drew closer, until he was right by your door.

He bent down, knocking on your window.

With a raised brow he motions with the baton for you to roll down the window, the other hand holding onto the strap of his weapon. After your moment of hesitation you finally roll the window down, and he peers in. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked with a stern voice.

You give him your best smile. "No, officer. Was I speeding? I thought I was well in the speed limit." You pout.

Ino’s eyes flicked to your lips as you spoke, and he cleared his throat, a low grumble as he tapped at his notepad. "Well I know for a fact that this car is registered as stolen, that being the very reason l pulled you over. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that? Would you?" He said in a skeptical tone.

You feign a gasp. "Oh, no. I borrowed this car from a friend. I can call them or something." You lie.

He lets out a soft chuckle, raising a brow at you with a teasing smirk. "Oh-borrowed huh? From a friend? Then you won't mind me coming around the car right? To see the license plate and such? It'd just be for the report." He said but his voice had something like a challenge in it. He was definitely trying to call your bluff.

You gulped. "U-Uh, sure. You can do your job." You give him a nervous chuckle.

He nods, before walking round back and checking the plate on the license, and writing things down in a notepad before checking the front plate, coming to the side of the car, and gently tapping his baton at your side window.

"Mind if I take a peek inside, make sure you aren't hiding any contraband?" He asked. Fuck, he's onto you. Why did the police officer have to do his damn job? You just give him a slow nod.

Unlatching the door and swinging it open, he slowly crouched down, peeking his head inside from the open door. "Go ahead and raise your hands for me, please. And make sure nothing is hidden in your bra, or even pants. Would you do that for me miss?" He mused, as he gently tapped the baton at your seat.

You let out a sigh, unbuckling your seat belt and opening the door before getting out, then raising your hands. "How am I supposed to prove I'm not hiding anything with my hands up?"

"I don't know, let's start with a pat down hm?" Ino said, his voice teasing. Moving the baton under your chin he gently tilted your head up before lifting you and pinning you against the car, running his gloved hands down your body. From thighs, back to your chest.

The police officer was really touchy, and you didn't mind, maybe it would help him get off your case. Once his hands reached your chest he tapped at your chest lightly, before moving to your sides, then down your back and to your thighs again. It was a rather thorough check, you wondered what the reason was behind it, as he patted his palms down your outer thighs.

"All clear back there." He said with a smirk, before pulling away, and gently pushing you against the car again. "Now your front please."

You slowly spin around, hands still raised.

Ino’s hands went to the car first. Checking the door, then windows, before moving to your thighs again, and patting up your inner legs slowly. Until his hands were just outside that special area, before moving up to your hips. "I can't be too gentle ma'am, so forgive me." He teased as his hands reached your shirt, patting against your mid-section now.

As he finished with your shirt, tapping at your chest again. "Lift your shirt for me, please. I still need to do your lower area." He said.

It was surely protocol, but you flushed.

"I'm not...wearing anything underneath." You said, voice soft

Ino just smirked. "It's just protocol, ma'am. I won't stare too long, just need a quick check."

Something about his gaze made you feel hot and bothered, so you slowly grab the ends of your top and lift, exposing your bare breasts.

His smirk turned a bit wider as you lifted your shirt, as he kept looking, and gently touched your skin, slowly running his hands down just above your pants. "Just making an inspection. You know, contraband and all." He mused.

Ino was about to let you go when he saw the shiny gun next to your seat, hie had he not seen that before?

With a sudden realization he reached for the gun, quickly pulling it out. "Oh look, a gun? That's an interesting piece of contraband you've got here ma'am. Care to explain?" He mused, his teasing tone gone, replaced by a tone more serious.

You felt sweat bead on your forehead as you dropped your top. "I didn't even know that was there! Probably my friend's...his car after all."

He raised a brow, chuckling softly as he took out his handcuffs. "Oh? I see. I guess then, that you wouldn't be opposed to me cuffing you. So you won't suddenly run off?" He smiled at you, as he waited for your reply.

Your mouth fell open in shock. "C-Cuff me? But I'm innocent" As you spoke he gently tapped the handcuffs at your cheek, chuckling softly.

"Oh? Are you? Because with that gun next to the seat your pretty little ass was sitting on, I beg to differ. I'm going to have to take you in for questioning, and I'm afraid I'll have to cuff you, if you happen to run off. " He tutted softly.

"Unless you want something to happen to you?"

You felt him turn you around, forcibly having you bend over the hood of your car before the cold metal was wrapping around your wrists. "Please? I'll do anything to be let go."Tapping you on the shoulders lightly, he chuckled at your plead. "Anything huh?" He hummed, looking at your wrists.

"Well... I might have a way for you to be let go. But that all depends on what you're willing to do for it." He purred the last part softly.

"I'll do it! Just what is it?" You plead.

"Hm..." he hummed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently nudged his baton between your thighs, tapping you between them lightly. "I'm sure you'd know. You see... I could simply take you to the station and put you behind a cell. You'll probably have to make a court case for this gun, have a fine, or more. Or... You do a favor for me." He hummed the last line.

You aggressively nod against the hood of your car. "I'll do your favour..."

Ino smirked. "Alrighty then, I'll just need you to stay still, unless you want to go to the station?" He asked, watching you shake your head. "Good girl, now all I'm gonna do is use this pretty cunt, then you'll be as free as a bird." He purred, fingers pulling your pants down.

You gasp when you felt the cold night air brush your ass and cunt, that was embarrassingly wet. You heard Ino tut behind you.

"My, my, what a bad girl you've been, wet already and all I did was cuff you, and pat you down? Dirty girl. Might need to see that pretty pussy more." Ino said.

You felt something hard push and spread your folds, you had not heard his zipped and it felt different.

Realisation dawned on you—he was going to use his baton. The cold metal made you shiver as it prodded at your hole, your eyes widened when you felt it breach your cunt, sinking in about three inches before it was pulled right out, a string of your arousal attached to it before it snapped and broke.

You couldn't even prepare for the impact until a stinging pain blossomed from your right ass cheek.

"Mhm, so far everything checks out, but I'll need a deeper investigation." Ino murmured before chucking his baton into your car. You heard him fumble around with his belt until his pants fell, Ino tugged at his boxers and his cock spring free. Flushed tip and veiny.

You heard him hum to himself as he grabbed your hips, his tip pressing where you needed him most.

You moaned as he pushed himself in, before his hips were stuttering back the thrusting forward. Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out, your cunt spasming around him.

"O-Oh, yeah. Why does the naughtiest one have the best pussy? Ah, shit!" Ino moaned, hips snapping into yours.

His fingers found the chain of your handcuffs before pulling at it. His one foot then raised to rest on the ledge by your tire, now fucking you at a new angle.

Anyone could drive by and see the horror of a police officer fucking a criminal, the thought had you clenching and your mouth forming a small 'o'.

A static beep came from Ino's walkie-talkie, with a whimper of a complaint, he pushed the button. "This is Officer Takuma, o-over...yeah...mhm!...suspect is detained, over." He groaned when the officer on the other end stopped talking, now throwing his head back as he savoured your warm cunt around his dick.

"Hah—oh—! Do you f-fuck all criminals you catch?" You ask, feeling drool dribble from your lips and onto your car, your wrists crying out in pain.

"No...just you, naughty girl. Though I might need to pay you special visits in prison—aww fuck— keep you in line." Ino let out pants, watching the way your cunt ate his dick.

You moaned loud, the sound almost hurt your throat when his hands slapped your ass, this time with his bare hands. Ino's fingers dug into your hips hard as he fucked you, his thick cock stretching your cunt to its limits. His balls slapped against your wet, puffy clit, eliciting pornographic sounds.

Sticky arousal leaked from your cunt and onto your car and his balls, making them slick.

Plapping and schlupping noises echoed into the night as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten, and Ino's balls to grow heavy with seed.

"Ohh...ah! I'm gonna cum—fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You shriek, feeling white voltage soar through your veins as you orgasmed, your nails scraping the painted layer of your car.

"Fuck—! Me too, I'm gonna cum in this—shit!—pussy, need to make you a cute, mommy inmate—fuck!" Ino shuddered as he came, cum pumping into your cervix and womb, feeling you to the brim with his milky cum.

He didn't stop his thrusts until he ran dry, before he dropped his leg and pulled out, cum oozing from your puckering hole that was stretched open to his size.

Ino helped you pull your pants up, cum coating your underwear, before his, before he tugged at your handcuffs. "Come on, time to lock up the slut."

[moirindeclermont]

5+ things I love about the Mirror Scene

also know as horny edition, reprise, again I decline every responsability if "feelings" arise during the reading of this thread. I'll be tempted of discussing the scene frame by frame, but I shall restrain myself to the most important points maybe

1) Words. This is not just about the speech at the beginning of the scene but also throughout the entire piece. I'm a writer, ofc I love when people use words well. Pleas don't make me say how many times I though about Mr Colin "I love dirty talking" Bridgerton (a couple of people actually knows) because it could become uncomfortable very quick.

2) Consent. Consent. Consent. I'll repeat every time because it's the sexiest thing I've seen. What do you mean it ruins the mood? Your partner is checking in with you and it builds trust connection and intimacy. It's not apart from the act. It's a fundamental part of the act.

3) Boobs. I'm sorry to report that, even as a fellow member of the perfect breasts club, I'm absolutely not immune. Not even one bit. I'm not even sorry I'm not immune. Thank you, Nicola, your service was wildly appreciated. (But seriously, did I buy a more revealing dress because I was a bit more confident of my own because of this bit? Yes! So, jokes aside thank you Nicola for your service)

4) Guidance. Gentle Dom Colin is my favorite Colin and I will never be able to hear the word "lie down" without thinking of him. But also, the tenderness displayed, the softness, the attention to the partner's needs, it's all part of a pattern of Colin being the most attentive partner.

5) "You are so beautiful", I'm not going to lie, I'm still walking 5 feet taller because of that. It healed something in me. It doesn't magically cure all the self issues problems, but it hit me the first time and it hit me again everytime. And if it was healing for you as much as it was for me, let me give you a hug. You are so beautiful!

(I can't believe I can't find the gif, if someone knows where to find it, please tell me, i'll edit the post)

6) "Not there. Not yet." Colin Bridgerton, Master of Edging. I see you Sir. I approve you wanted to wait for round 2 for that. But don't hide you did say that because you would finish in 0.1 second if she would arrive that. Still, even just for the cutest expression on Pen's face, it was worth it.

7) "Is there more?", Pen I want to hug you (respectfully and dressed, of course). His nod. Her blinding smile. Lord (don't) forgive me, I do not care about sinning when it never looked and felt better.

Gif by @polinsated

8) All the moments where you can see the lust and the pleasure in Pen's eyes. I will never shut up about it. They send me always into the stratosphere because it feels real. I don't know they do it, but it just feel real.

9) "Can we do it again?" What can I tell you? It's always the quiet one (I should know, I'm also a quiet one 😏) I'm not sure Colin realize what he did awake but he will become aware soon. I'm sure he doesn't mind.

(it's not my gif, stupid Tumblr, it's from @polinsated )

10) Let's be honest. All the above are real, but what really sell this scene is trust, connection and intimacy. It's not an easy thing to communicate but somehow they do it perfectly. And the nudity is functional to this goal. It adds another layer.

I love this scene but the me I was some years ago might have hated it because it is a mirror indeed for me. The me I am now is grateful that this scene exist. Because it's kind of the goal, to have that trust, intimacy and connection. So maybe it's a sign from the Universe. Maybe it's a sign of things to come. I certainly do hope so.

Maybe one day I might be able to talk about this scene without tearing up, but today is not that day.