#and the thoughts devoured me. and then i exploded

[din-dadrin]

do you ever think about how din has had to cultivate a placidity so calm and cold it could dip into implacability with how little he's moved by practically anything to practically anyone who doesn't know him for so long that it's not just a second skin so much as it is something embedded, how it enhances his capacity to be hunter and hunted, how it's a point of practicality as much as personality; do you ever think about how din has a natural well of in-the-moment reactivity that he is never framed to need to bury beneath himself despite that placidity, how it enhances his capabilities as hunter and hunted as someone who can and is willing to adapt on the dime, how it too is a point of practicality as much as personality; do you ever think about how these built-innate things about him hone him so well for all the things that come with being a good bounty hunter but even more importantly, a good provider, and at first it's simply for his covert but then it's for his son

do you ever think about how that placidity translates into patience and how that reactivity translates into sensitivity, how from the outset of his care, he is gentle in a way he actively amends and decides to be and it's enough, and he is steadfast as he has forged himself to be and it's more than enough; do you ever think about how from the outset of his care, he treats grogu in a manner that isn't completely at odds with what we see of him in glimpses with others but is still obviously, blaringly different from his usual because he understands, instinctively, that this kid in his care is fragile — in a general "this is a baby" way, and a darker "this is a neglected/abused kid" way — and is on some subconscious-deeply-affecting-the-conscious level reacting to that

do you ever think about how this growth emerged and how it's cataclysmic growth not cataclysmic change, because it's not a case of mutually exclusive with din. do you ever think about how for all his other faults, grogu belonging with him more than he does with anyone else and din belonging with grogu more than he does with anyone else half-developed from some of these fundamental things about him, the ones that make him so good at providing, in all the hard and soft ways that entails. do you ever think about how some of the things that make din din, the things that make him so primed and perfect for duty, also make him so primed and perfect for love

[scaredforboomboom]

me after this ...... . ... ... .

bad habit ✮⋆˙ joost klein

SMUT 18+ MDNI

warnings: smoking, alcohol consumption, w33d (just a little), lots of teasing omg it's ridiculous, making out, oral!fem receiving because joost is a MUNCH, unprotected p in v, choking kind of?, orgasm denial and overstimulation

i am so sorry

Du weißt, dass das eine schlechte Angewohnheit ist, oder? - You know that's a bad habit right?

Hast du Feuer - Got a lighter?

Inside the venue, the music was ridiculously loud. Your friend had dragged you to a show (Ski Aggu? You had no idea, you were just there to support) and it was a good show and pretty solid music, but not exactly what you would listen to on a daily basis. In the end you ended up enjoying it, loving the antics onstage. Your favorite was that one song, probably his most recognizable because you’d heard it out before, where a tall blond guy wearing a full-on dress shirt with a tie and some funky-looking glasses. 

The show was good, and since your friend had run into some acquaintances, you accepted your fate for the night and gestured to her that you were going out for a smoke. You’d had a few drinks already and just wanted to take a break from that and the overly loud music inside. Stepping outside, you took in the Berlin night cold and cursed yourself for only wearing a thin slip dress, at least covered by the oversized leather jacket with a million pockets. Curiously, somebody stepped out of the bar as well and you recognized him as the blond who was onstage earlier for that one song. 

“Du weißt, dass das eine schlechte Angewohnheit ist, oder?” He spoke, teasingly referring to the box of cigarettes in your hand as you rummaged through your pockets for a lighter.

“Hast du Feuer?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one.” he says, reaching in his pocket.

You scoffed, shaking your head at yourself. “Is my german actually that bad?”

The man laughs, exposing a set of very charming dimples and a crinkle in his eye hidden by his wide-rim tinted glasses. “No it’s not, you’re just drunk and very clearly not from here.” He reaches out his hand with the lighter in it, and as you go to grab it he snatches it back, smirking and giving you a challenging look. “And what do I get in return?”

You roll your eyes, reaching into your pocket. “Here, you can bum one off me.” The blond nods appreciatively as he grabs a cigarette from you and proceeds to light his own first. He then reaches out with the lighter to yours, holding it up to light your cigarette and you can feel his gaze on you. There was a significant height difference, so you had to crane your neck up quite a bit to speak to him. 

“Thank you…?” you say, prompting him to share his name, playing dumb because you already knew it. 

“Joost” he replies, exhaling smoke and looking down at you, very obviously devouring you with his eyes. Oh so that’s what he’s playing at. “And you are…?”

Immediately your demeanor changed because, hell, he’s quite hot and seemed pretty fun from what you’d seen of him on stage. Might as well. You told him your name and teasingly started inquiring about his stage presence. 

“So you’re friends with Aggu or something right?”

“Yeah,” he says, taking a drag and leaning his shoulder against the wall, towering over you. “We’ve been pretty tight since we were openers together once.” You nod understandingly, raising your eyebrows in the most subtly patronizing way to keep teasing him. He catches on. “Why, you listen to him?”

“No, not at all actually. My friends dragged me to this show.” you say, matter-of-factly “Lowkey I thought it would be kind of bad but I am pleasantly surprised.”

“Good,” He’s kind of shocked by your bluntness, but clearly intrigued. “What was your favorite song?”

“The one you sang with him.” You reply, finishing off your cigarette and dropping it to the ground and putting it off with your boot. “I’m going back in, you coming?”

Hurriedly, Joost takes a few last drags and follows you inside, lightly putting his hand on the small of your back as you led the way back to your friends.

“There you are, babe!” your friend replies, dropping the conversation she was having with an acquaintance. She leans closer to you, speaking into your ear over the loud music. “I see why you were gone and I’m not gonna get mad because he’s cute.”

You brushed her off with a wink and a laugh and casually turned back to Joost, “This is Joost, Joost this is my friend Lina that dragged me here.”

She waves, “Big fan.” and turns back to her other conversation. Silently you thanked her to yourself for getting the hint. You turn back to Joost, looking up at him and pointing accusingly.

“You owe me a drink for giving you one of my cigs.” you say, teasingly looking up at him with a smirk. You had to play his game, and at this point you felt like he was catching on too.

“Oh do I?” Joost replies, looking down at you challengingly through half lidded eyes and lightly licking his bottom lip. “You’d still have to owe me one back.”

“I can give you a kiss and we’ll be even.”

He nods, biting his cheek and turning to the bartender and signalling for two more of what he was drinking. Your drinks get served and you stand on your tippy toes, hand on his chest to lean into his ear to say ‘thank you’, and as you pull back he leans in but you quickly dodge him with a playful smirk. He’s very clearly into it and going in for the long run, so he followed you when you grabbed his hand and gestured towards the dancefloor. Even if Aggu’s show was over, the venue was still thumping with music.

Swaying your body rhythmically with the beat, Joost’s hands found themselves comfortably settled on your waist, slowly reaching towards your ass and pulling you closer like that. You kept going though, turning around and staying close to his body, making a point of teasingly moving your hips against him, feeling the light graze of his crotch against you.

This set him off the edge and he kept one of his hands firmly on your hip and reached the other to splay his arm across your shoulders in a light headlock to pull you closer. “And when can we get even?” He says into your ear, his voice an almost growl dripping with desire.

You turn around and look him wantonly in the eyes before reaching to give him a kiss. Joost kisses back firmly, leaning down a little to match you and reaching up his hand to cup your jaw. Immediately in that drunken kiss, you tangle your hand into his hair, complimenting the clashing of teeth and the slow roll of Joost’s tongue in your mouth. You continue to kiss, sloppily grabbing at each other, his hand snaking to grab at your neck and you reaching up to snake your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you closer. He suddenly stopped. 

“Liefde, I have to take you home.” Joost pants, cheeks red and flustered from your passionate kiss. “You’re driving me insane.”

You give him a teasing look. “Look at you, all direct. Don’t seem like the type.”

He scoffs, leaning down towards your ear— “If I weren’t direct I wouldn’t be able to tell you that the though of you makes me hard and I want my head between your legs as soon as possible.”

This comment shuts you up completely, shooting a bolt of electricity down your spine and the mere idea of Joost between your legs makes you squirm pleasurably. You nod, looking up to him still slightly in shock.

“Let’s go to mine, I’m two blocks away and I’ve got weed.”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The walk back home for the two of you was excruciatingly long because you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. You walked with your hand slipped in the back pocket of Joost’s jeans, and he kept looking down at you as you took another drag from your cigarette. He couldn’t help himself, really, and he pressed you against the nearest wall and gave you a long, deep kiss. You both grabbed at each other as you passionately made out against the wall of some random building on the way to your house. Romantic, huh?

Somehow, you made to your apartment and you discarded your leather jacket at the entrance. This left you in a very thin, almost transparent silk slip that gave Joost a perfect view of the outline of your body behind you, the dress almost translucent because of the light. 

You plopped onto your couch, reaching for the bong on your coffee table as Joost sat next to you. Taking one or two hits, you passed it onto him as you analyzed his face in a different light than where you were before. His eyes were a dashing color blue and his blonde hair was the just right amount of tousled, falling onto his defined face perfectly.

He didn’t finish putting the bong down on your coffee table before you straddled him, looking onto his eyes, almost level to you because of his height, and gave him a profound kiss. His large hands settled on your ass, encouraging you to move your hips backwards and forwards, prompting him to grind back up into you. You continued like this for a while, tongues clashing and hands grabbing at each other, clouded by the substances running through your systems. You worked on loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as you continued your kiss, pushing it down and off his body. Joost thought you looked positively angelic as you pulled away, connected still to him with a string of saliva and focusing on rubbing your tangibly wet pussy on his hard crotch. 

Suddenly Joost grabs you from above him and turns you around to lay you on the couch, immediately putting his weight on you and passionately continued your kiss. You felt his bulge on you, hard from all the anticipation and teasing you even more as he continued to slip his tongue in your mouth. He snakes his hand down your side, rreaching down to your thigh and grabbing all over it, clearly enjoying the plush of your soft skin. Slowly, he begins reaching up towards your slip, moving it up slightly so you are more exposed.

“No underwear?” He asks through your kisses, snickering as you whine slightly because of the subjection he’s putting you in. Joost continues, smoothly and teasingly moving his hand on your waist, moving down to your leg, wrapped around him, and reaching up to your ass and giving it a slap. This sends a jolt through your body, extremely turned on but surprised at his harshness. You let out a moan and pulled him even closer. 

“You liked that?” You moan in approval as he begins moving his hand between your thighs and breaks the kiss to start kissing your neck. Joost was literally leaving you speechles with his touches, making you a writhing, whining mess under him. He brings you up towards him to slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders and begins kissing down your chest, making you whine as he starts going lower and lower. Bringing his hand towards your pussy, he slowly traces his fingers up your slick folds until he gets to your clit. He starts to draw small circles with his thumb on the bundle of nerves, sending shocks through your body and making your back arch, bringing you closer to him. 

As he continues to teasingly and painfully slowly move lower, you tangle your hands in his messy blonde hair. He finally reaches your throbbing pussy, but not even making a single movement that would indicate he would do anything yet with it, focusing on kissing your thighs.

“Fuck Joost, please do something” you moan, arching your back and expecting him to do something, but he just stops his kisses and puts more pressure on your clit. At this rate, you felt like you were coming closer and closer without him doing that much purely from the teasing.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Please eat me out Joost, stop being such a fucking tease.” You reply through another moan, pulling at his hair to get closer.

“Ask nicely and I’ll do it.” He replies, menacingly pressing his thumb even more and looking up at you expectantly. “I want you to beg.”

That alone sent you into a moaning mess, immediately submitting to his touch. “Joost please please eat me out, I need you. Please do something, I can’t stand it.”

He instantly puts his lips to your pussy, lapping at your clit and putting one, two fingers in, hitting just the right spot, making you whimper out when combined with the feeling on your clit. Joost was clearly enjoying himself down there, running his tongue in all the right places and pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rough but pleasurable pace. You felt the familiar build of pressure in you, heightening your sensitivity to every touch and lick. 

“Fuck Joost keep going please” You moan, pulling at his hair and trying to keep your legs from shaking. “I’m gonna come.”

He immediately takes his mouth off of your pussy and climbs back up to your level, leaving you confused  and overstimulated from the lack of touch. He brings his hand up to your neck and grabs you by your jaw to look directly at him.

“You don’t cum until I say so.”

Joost quickly reaches down to unbuckle his belt as he continues kissing you. He was impossibly hard, and you helped him unbutton his jeans and reaching down to palm him through his underwear. He immediately let out a moan of relief at the loss of pressure when he pushed off his jeans, grinding into your hand as you both moaned at the buildup of anticipation. You were still put off from your orgasm and he was ready to shamelessly start fucking you, so you were both clearly on the same page when you reached down to pull down his underwear and release his hard cock. He was huge, you could feel it from making out earlier but seeing it at it’s full length you felt scared but also extremely turned on.

Through moans and clawing at each other, he grabbed his cock and quickly found his way towards your entrance, nudging the head of his cock and rubbing it against your hole.

“Tell me if you can’t take it,” he pants, and you were flattered by the concern but you knew better.

“Just put it in Joost, I need you inside of me.”

This set him off. He instantly started pushing himself inside you with a groan, bottoming out easily because of how wet you are. Joost looked at you to see if you were okay, and continued once you let out a moan and looked up at him. He moved at a painfully slow but strong pace in the beginning as you adjusted to his size, and once you started bringing him closer, he sped up his pace. 

Both of you a mess of moans and groans, you continued to angle yourself towards his pounding thrusts, making him groan more as you started clawing at his back. You felt a mix of pain and pleasure as you felt his length inside you, building up the pressure in your belly once more, this time more intensely. He was bottoming out completely with each thrust now, letting out garbled curses in Dutch and pounding into you as you moaned out. 

“Joost, please can I come.”

“Yes you can schatje, come for me.”

Instantly, you gushed all over his cock, arching your back and seeing stars. You stayed in that state for a minute, relieved from the overstimulation, but he didn’t stop his thrusts. 

“I want you to come again, baby. C’mon get on top” he says, bringing you up as he sat up on the couch. Although you were blissed out from your orgasm, you still couldn’t help but be entranced by his orders, so you gave him a kiss as you straddled him, sinking onto his cock with a whimper. He was the one that continued the pace, hands on your ass, moving your hips back and forth and getting himself off with you. 

You were a mess at this point-- your hair was all tangled and you were a flustered mess full of scratches and one or two hickeys, just like him. He placed a firm slap on your ass, which made your dripping cunt clench around him and made him let out a loud groan as he thrust up against you again. 

“Fuck schatje you feel so good on me.” he groans, continuing to bounce you up and down. Joost loved the way you looked on top of him, a flustered, moaning mess that did everything to reach that second orgasm that he felt was close for you. That pleasurable pressure was growing in you again, and your overstimulation was driving you crazy. You loved the feeling of Joost’s cock inside of you, and in this position it was just hitting the right spot every time.

Joost eventually got sloppier, and started moaning harder, groaning your name hotly in your ear, which combined with his hands on you drove you closer and closer towards your orgasm. 

“Can I come inside you?” he asks, “I’m close liefde, fuck.” You moan at the mere thought.

“Please come inside me Joost I’m so close.” You moan, intensifying your movements for a moment, Joost moving your hips harder, which set you off into a mess of gasps and whimpers, leaving you without air as you felt the flash of your second orgasm. 

Your orgasm set off Joost too, coming at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, and with a deep groan of your name, spilled inside of you. The both of you stayed there for a moment, panting as he leant his head against the back of the couch looking up at you. You looked divine, a blushing, blissed out mess and he was sure he wanted to have that view again. You leant against him, slumping back and putting your head on your shoulder. 

Peppering kisses along your shoulder, he sighed. “Fuck smoking, I don’t know how I’m going to quit you now. ”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

a/n: thank you for coming to my tedtalk. i needed to get that out of my system. i'm like speechless at myself because of how horny this is.

[slttygeto]

tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

2023: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[ddarker-dreams]

I'm clutching on the bars rn pls give us more bf blade content before I explode

I GOTCHU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm joining you in rattling the bars of my enclosure .... bf blade is making me feel Things ... .

warnings: fem reader, not sfw implications

While changing into a new shirt, a deep voice drawls your name. 

Your heart jumps in your chest. If it weren’t for the recognizable timbre, you may have shrieked. It’s a small blessing that you’ve been spared this indignation. Huffing, you turn on your heels, pulling down the bunched-up fabric to cover yourself. 

“I thought you promised to stop jumpscaring me,” you chastise. 

The jumpscare in question — Blade — fixates on your previously exposed midriff. You note how his eyebrows pinch together, though you’re unsure what to make of it. He doesn’t acknowledge your comment. Not even with what Silver Wolf’s decreed his ‘limited NPC dialogue’ (a grunt, hum, nose exhale, or the occasional chuckle, solely procured by your antics). 

“Lift your shirt,” Blade requests. 

“Eh?” You stare at him like he has three heads. “Sorry, I’m waiting until marriage for that.” 

He gives you an unimpressed look. 

“Fine, fine, whatever,” you grumble, acquiescing to the strange demand, “And they said romance is dead…” 

Blade kneels onto one knee. Before you can reiterate the marriage comment was a joke, his gloved fingers hover over the sides of your hips. The leather is cool against your rapidly warming skin. Once you overcome your initial confusion, you consider his countenance. He’s frowning, his eyes playing host to emotions you can’t quite place. His thumb rubs circles into the skin, softly enough to be mistaken for a ghost’s kiss. He appears to be in deep thought. 

You’re rendered speechless — a most commendable feat. 

“These bruises,” Blade murmurs, his voice hollow and haunted, “Did I…?” 

Realization crashes into you like a meteorite. 

You yank the fabric down. “Well, uh, yes, but—” 

(He goes pale as a sheet, further increasing the urgency behind your words). 

“—It’s okay! You didn’t— it wasn’t— I didn’t mind,” you reassure. Clearing your throat, you continue, fighting against the embarrassment scorching you alive. “If anything, I… was into it, so…” 

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. His arms fall limp to his side as he mulls over what you’ve said, clearly unwilling to accept it at face value. Uncertain of what else to do, you join him on the ground, sitting on your shins. You take his face in your hands, brushing aside his bangs that’d obscured his eyes. His hair’s silky smooth, thanks to your products and insistence on combing through the knots. 

“Hey, old man,” you hum. “All that frowning’s gonna make you look your prehistoric age. You don’t want some young, dashing whippersnapper to steal me away, do ya?” 

Blade scowls. Smiling softly, you boop him on the nose, to which he scrunches it up. 

Your voice takes on a more serious cadence. “You didn’t hurt me. You could never hurt me. I trust you, so… trust me on this, okay? Just this once?” 

It’s gradual. He relaxes his shoulders, then the taut muscles of his face, basking in your closeness. He leans into your touch, reminding you of a stray cat that’s steadily being domesticated. You let the silence linger for as long as he sees fit. Eventually, his gaze meets yours. 

“... It’s a dangerous game you play, girl.”

I’m dangerous, the insatiable hunger in his eyes screams. I long to devour you, mind and soul. 

To this, you grin. 

“It’s a good thing I’ve already won, then.” 

[anundyingfidelity]

BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS — Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy

Summary: A normal night where Butcher and his new pal, Soldier Boy, fuck just their stress out with a new toy, you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader x Soldier Boy

Word count: 1.5k.

Warnings: porn without plot, dom!butcher, dom!ben, one thought of dub-con but not really, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe sex (creampie and switching holes basically don't do it, this is just porn), squirting, dirty talk, blowjobs, facial, degradation (usage of whore, slut, etc.), cumplay, some dacryphilia, choking, hair pulling, blood, mentions of violence, Ben and Butcher being kinda jerks, normal misogyny coming from SB, some ego competition, hints to aftercare.

Notes: You already know english is not my main language, not betad and barely revised, lol sorry for the mistakes in here. The amount of horniness I have for these two I swear is not fucking normal. Normally I'd apologize for writing this, but I'm ovulating.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

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A pair of rough hands held your legs open. Your empty pussy was throbing as Butcher knelt between your thighs rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

You gasped, the man behind you spreading you further for his new team mate to get better access while he fucked your ass senseless. His cock reaching all the right spots. You moaned loudly, almost screaming when Butcher finally pushed inside you. Soldier Boy never seemed to cease his insane thrusts from behind.

"Luv, you're so fucking tight," Butcher grinned, your walls engulfing him perfectly.

They both soon set up a rhythm, one pushing in while the other almost slide out of your hole. Each stroke of their massive cocks inside you exploded something you never felt before. It was a new kind of spark eliciting from the deepest places, and you wanted to come undone there, over and over, forever, between their strong bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Yes right there, god!" you growled, screamed, and cried out incoherences as the two men continued fucking you to bliss.

A layer of sweat covered your skin and you rolled your eyes back, the familiar knot on your belly building up yet again. You didn't have an idea of how much time had passed since you arrived back to the dirty motel. All three of you arrived covered in blood, dirt and the weight of murder, and you still let them take you and you welcomed them the same way. You let them have fun with you however they pleased.

The last thing you remembered from that night was coming back from a mission. Your aching body begging for a shower and good sleep, but Butcher and the new supe found other ways to take their own stress out. You doubted at first. Of course you didn't know it could feel this good. They left bite marks all over your neck, nipped your tits, spanked your thighs open for their mouths to devour you while the other fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks.

They continued bruising and marking your skin. Like a canvas, they left their prints, covering your flesh with different colors all over and used your mouth and pussy as they fucking wanted, granting access to the other, spreading your legs, manhandling you all over the disgusting, shitty room. Then Soldier Boy had the idea of using your ass, just for him, and at first, you were fucking scared. It was all too much. But once he had you ready and stretched enough with his fingers, you quickly fell for his rough touch and his dick, which was as huge as his ego. He was fucking addictive. Both were, in fact, fucking you amazingly hard.

One of Ben's hand wrapped around your neck, climax reaching its peak as Butcher rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your walls clenched around both of them and the vulgar sound of your pussy filled the place along with their skin hitting yours.

"Little slut, gonna cum for us?" Ben said, voice full of lust, pressing your back against his bare chest. You clenched again, his dark chuckle enhanced heaven down your cunt.

Wetness increased between your legs, and you moaned. Louder than ever. The whole place might already know what was happening in the room, but neither Ben or Billy made you shut up. In fact, they wanted you to scream your lungs out.

"Oh, she's definitely gonna cum," Butcher followed, a smirk on his lips. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be shy. Give us one more."

"I-I feel like- fuck!" with a loud cry you squirted all over them, their dicks sliding out of your holes. Shit, that was the harderst you came for the night.

Immediately you tried to close your shaky legs, but Butcher's hands held you in place, pussy clenching around nothing as your fluids coated their hard lenghts and thighs.

"Fucking hell. I'm gonna break you, sugar," Ben hissed, taking your legs and fixing your position on top of him, sliding you down his dick, but this time he claimed your pussy, pistoning in and out of you without any mercy. Even if your body still trembled and you were so fucking overstimulated. You moaned.

Butcher tskd as he watched you, tears streaming down your face and lost in pleassure. "That was mine, pal."

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck- Jesus, she's fucking tight!" Ben hoarsed.

He didn't care about Butcher, he just wanted to fuck you until you passed out and his name was the only thing on your mind.

You whimpered softly. "Please, please," you were getting there again, under the brunette man's dark eyes as the soldier fucked you insane.

But before you reached that sweet peak again, Ben pulled out of you. His strenght forced you to bend over the matress on your hands and knees, Butcher positioned himself right in front of your face. It was so fast and they moved quickly, like a dance already choreographed between them to take advantage of all you got to give.

"Open wide, baby" Butcher ordered. You complied happily, letting his cock touch the back of your throat smoothly.

Ben's rough hands gripped your hips, down your ass, giving a spank on one of your cheeks, making you jump slightly. He grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them to expose your hole, the tip of his cock teased your ass until he slid in a swift motion. You whimpered with your mouth stuffed. He filled you up perfectly and you fucking loved it.

"Such a good cumslut, taking my cock so fucking well," Ben praised, voice husky. He roughly gripped your hair, forcing yourself down more around Butcher's shaft. You gagged, he smirked. "Might just keep you around as my little, personal fuckdoll."

"Fuck- easy there, mate," Butcher warned, as you worked your tongue and lips on his cock as much as you could. "We have another deal, remember?"

Ben smirked cockily at him as you clenched around his cock. You let out a moan muffled by Butcher fucking your mouth. Both their thrusts harder than ever. "Still, I don't give a shit."

Ben's gaze admired you, hands on your hips, as he watched himself shoving into your hole. "You're gonna fucking cum again, you dirty little bitch," he ordered.

"Mmm..." You nodded as best as you could with the twitching cock on your mouth.

Butcher suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva leaked down your lips to the tip of his cock. He kept your head in place as much as he could and jerked himself off with his other hand. He came with a hard groan all over your pretty face. His white seed painted your cheeks, lips and your tongue sticking out as you shut your eyes.

"Bloody hell, don't you look ravishing," Butcher whispered darkly. His thumb collected his cum, now mixed with your tears and a small stain of dry blood on your face. He dragged it to your lips so you could taste it. Your plump lips closed around his finger with a moan.

"Insatiable slut, just how I like them," Ben hissed, pulling out of your asshole, making you whimper. "Now, I'm gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy."

He rubbed the tip of his dick on your slit and entered slowly. You felt every inch stretching you out and he slammed into you brutally, he was so fucking close. You could feel it. It surprised you how much they actually endured, their stamina was endless and you lost count of how many times they made you cum already. And yet, you felt that precious sensation anew, soft walls clenching repeatedly around him.

"C'mon whore," Ben gripped on your hair, pulling your back against his muscular chest, taking both your wrists with his other hand. "Cum around my cock."

Your cunt pulsed, he grunted. And you came, again, with shaky legs, shaky breath and the sight of a naked Butcher, who already had taken a seat on the couch in front of the bed. Your orgasm triggered Ben's, and he filled you up completely. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, the grip on your hair long gone now. He continued fucking his cum inside you, balls deep, until he started to soften inside you. His thrusts slowed down little by little.

Ben finally pulled out, letting go of your wrists and you collapsed on your hands and knees on the mattress. He spread out your pussy with his fingers and admired his white cum dripping out of you.

"Well, that was a fucking ride," he smiled. His middle finger wiped his seed and forced it back inside your pulsing cunt. "Fuck, where do you find these kind of women?"

Butcher shrugged. "I have my contacts."

"I'm still here, y'know," you breathed out, rolling on your back.

Ben hovered over your tired figure. Messy hair, cheeks stained with Butcher's cum, teary eyes, and some dry blood spots decorated your face. They did break you and put you back into pieces. He was damn proud of that. He leaned down and sucked into the skin of your neck. You moaned, your fingers tangled on his scalp as his lips carressed your neck, his beard burning on your soft skin.

"Ben, I'm tired," you said, and he stopped his kisses. He shared a suspicious look with Butcher and then locked his lustful green eyes with yours.

The supe winked at you. "Later, doll."

You rolled your eyes and heard Butcher standing up.

"Gonna prepare you a bath, luv," he said as he disappeared inside the bathroom. "Have to take good care of ya."

[tojisun]

how does fwb hockey player simon met reader btw?

at a bar, born from a dare

your friends pulled you out of your dorm, ignoring your murmured grunts about how you have midterms to prepare for, and demanded that you let loose for once. to relax. to take it easy and take a dick, or whatever would help you unwind. you flipped them off but slipped into clothes that you feel pretty in.

and you are. damn you are.

simon doesn’t even know how he caught sight of you, just that one moment he was listening to mactavish talking about a tradition from his old team, and the next he was unable to tear his eyes off you.

you were…oblivious. uninterested, really, if it wasn’t for two of your friends noticing his blatant stares and turning to you to point at him as subtly as they could. of course simon still caught it because he was watching, vague interest exploding.

you turned to him, then, quickly. simon expected the shyness, or the flustered look especially because of his profession, but you had only looked back at him with a confused furrow in your brows and your lips pinched in wonder.

oh, he thought with a sudden giddiness. well, isn’t that something?

.

“jesus, look at that smouldering look,” sandy hisses, jabbing you at your side.

“ow!” you cry out, glaring at her, but she’s not even looking at you, her posture frozen as she looks at somewhere in the crowd.

you turned to your other friends, confused, but it was only theo who was looking back at you. he smiles, amused, and tilts his head to the side as if beckoning you to look.

you do so with a confused tilt of your head, your eyes roving past the loud crowd before finally landing on someone who—you blink in surprise—is already watching you.

oh but he is beautiful. he is big, his bulk obvious even underneath that hoodie, and tan. his eyes are narrowed in quiet scrutiny, but his cheeks are round in his little smile.

you wonder why such an intense man is staring at you like that. like you are all parts wondrous and interesting and just utterly captivating.

“bet you can’t even get him to kiss you tonight,” james teases, before you are jostled by the way he slings his arm around you.

you glare up at him playfully. “you sure about that, kacey?”

james grins. “a hundred percent.”

you shake of his hold on you, teasing anger rippling into quiet annoyance at the patronizing way he lifts his arms up in surrender.

“watch me,” you snarl, rousing from your seat and pointedly ignoring the hoots from your friends.

you’re barely out of hearing range before you hear sandy’s excited, “i can’t believe that’s—”

you don’t get to catch her next words, stomping your way towards the beautiful stranger’s table with your fists balled by your sides as you fake your confidence. his own friends seemed to have picked up on your presence, and you note how their conversation trickled, evanesced, until they’re all watching you now.

god, you want to hurl.

there’s absolutely no reason for these gorgeous men to be friends, let alone to be gracing your stumbling walk of shame—because what else could it be, at this point—with their intense gazes.

you feel inspected. judged.

this is so wrong. i should just turn around. i should just—

but your thoughts screech to a halt because beautiful stranger doesn’t let your doubts fester. he doesn’t let them bloat. instead, he stands from his group, flicks his friend’s ear after hearing whatever it is he must have murmured, and meets you half-way.

“hey,” you say, your voice cracking embarrassingly.

“hey to you too,” he replies and oh wow, his voice descends on you like fucking molasses.

then he grins, cheeky. “was your walk here to invite me out or?”

“please,” you continue to croak out. “unless you want to, uh, to stay?”

“god, no,” he says and devours the remaining space between you two. he raises his arm up in question, and you nod, giving it to him, before feeling the way he tugs you close to his side, his warmth rubbing against your own.

you watch him watch you.

oh this is awkward…

“i’m simon riley,” he finally says after a while.

you say your name in return, giving him a customer service smile. “nice to meet ‘cha.”

simon riley nods slowly, his brows furrowing adorably like he cannot understand what you are—which, honestly, rude, but whatever.

“so, uh. come, let’s?” you chirp.

‘come, let’s’? you scream to yourself. what are you? the pope?

he laughs, endeared anyway. “come, let’s.”

you ignore the mirroring yips from simon’s friends’ table and your own as you two walk out.

[diejager]

bro make a fanfic about the reader and the ghost/konig WHEN THE READER WAS SHOT IN THE BUN ON THE MISSION AHAHAHHHAH LMAO (in the military helicopter when they were supposed to return, the reader was holding her butt, moaning, writhing in pain and trying to hide the pain)

That is a funny thought…

Shots Cw: gun violence, bb shots, tell me if I missed any.

You yelped when you were hit is the ass, flinching forward and raising your arm just as you turned to glare at whoever landed the shot. Your right cheek exploded in soreness, tingling from the sharp pain of a BB shot.

“Hit!” You called it, letting your rifle hang from your shoulder as you rubbed your right cheek, grumbling about the bastard, “On my fucking ass of all places.”

You walk towards the respawn with your arm up, still cussing out whoever shot you in the ass. You had a hunch about the shooter: Soap, who else had enough courage to shoot you in the ass. You doubted Gaz did it, he might’ve been tempted, but he preferred other type of pranks, more mischievous ones like tampering with the washer or drinks, harmless but hilarious. Soap, however, rarely knew the limit, going as far as stealing and hiding your stuff, tapping you in the ass or messing up your head while he cackled away, speeding off to Ghost or Price to escape your wrath.

You reasoned that this was a staged scenario, a small group activity Laswell came up with that landed your Task Force somewhere in France for game of airsoft, a Free for all in the reserved location. No one had complained, thinking it a good activity mixing fun, training and awareness —everyone agreed to it enthusiastically once Ghost had voiced his grumpy acceptance, seeing this as a moment to be able to training without the prying eyes of others or the presence of strangers. Once you reached the spawn point, your jump back in to land a few shots at Soap to see whether or not he liked getting his ass bruised by a BB. You walked off determined, mind narrowed down to a single goal, your retaliation—

Until you yipped a second time, a pellet bouncing off your second cheek. You whipped around, yelling as your eyes scoured the tree line and the openings in the buildings behind you, the windows, the roof and behind pillars. You couldn’t find Soap anywhere, he wasn’t hiding behind the trees or in the buildings, but you did catch the glint of a scope —a familiar sniper scope.

“Ghost, you son of a bitch!” You screamed in outrage, feeling how both cheeks throbbed with pain. You bared your teeth, hissing at your Lieutenant who seemed smug and comfortable in his high perch on the roof of the building, “Why’d you do that?! I was already out!”

”Big target, luv,” his amused voice cracked in your comm, the low rumble of sadistic pleasure ringing out in your headgear. He cocked his scope, his white mask standing starkly in his dark gear and broad figure, “Impossible to miss. Quit moaning.”

“Big target? Are you-!” Huffing at his continued laughter, you glared his way before you turned to hurry back to the respawn, “Let’s see who’s laughing later, you ass.”

“Fuck- Hit!”

Your shoulders shook with restrained laughter, admiring the way Ghost jumped from your perch, hidden in the darkness given by the cement wall. You listened to him hiss and swear, massaging the place you aimed for: the pronounced curve of his ass, his jeans rarely doing him the pleasure of hiding what he had.

“Quit moaning, Ghost,” you cackled as you parroted his words, telling him the same thing as he told you, but you had more to add, more to taunt and tease him as revenge, “Couldn’t miss it, Lt, it was a big fucking target.”

You watched him stomp off, retreating to the tree line for his spawn point. It filled with a sense of elation and ugly smugness, and all that was left now, was to find Soap.

“Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny’s yelp felt more exciting than Ghost, something you could devour over and ove without regret.

“Not so fun, is it, Johnny?” You smirked, replying with a gleeful tone.

He looked red-faced, the tip of his ears turning a bright shade of red from the way you spoke to him, utilising his known weakness and playing him to watch him stutter and flush brightly.

“Awa’ a bile yer heid! That hurt, lass!” His voice had taken a whinier tone, face screwed in embarrassment and something that you couldn’t put your finger on at this distance.

“I know, shouldn’t have shot me in the ass then.”

Gaz tapped you on the shoulder, a smile threatening to break into chuckles. He’d known what happened to you and knew what you did in retaliation, finding amusement after siding with you, sitting beside you and peering at two frowning and mumbling men.

“Heard you had a lot of fun.”

“Not enough.”

You thought you heard Price sigh tiredly.

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All Mine💋🎀

M.S x Reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, fingering, kissing

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"Fuck pretty girl, you have no idea how much I want you," he growled, stepping closer, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. "You're all I think about. That body of yours is mine, understand? All mine."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of excitement and something deeper, more primal. You nodded, Your eyes fluttering closed as his fingers bit into your flesh.

"Say it," he demanded, his breath hot on your neck. "Tell me you're all mine."

"I'm yours, Matt," you breathed, your hands clutching at his arms. "All yours. Only yours."

He growled in response, his lips crashing down into yours, kissing you hard and passionately. His tongue invaded your mouth, possessively staking his claim, as you moaned, melting into him. His hands roamed over your body, cupping your tits, squeezing them, his thumbs teasing your nipples through the fabric of your small dress.

"Take this off," he ordered, his voice husky, already breathless. "I want to see your gorgeous body. I want to touch every inch of you."

You obliged, your hands shaking as you lifted the dress over your head, revealing your lace bra and panties. Matt's eyes darkened further, his dick visibly straining against the zip of his jeans as your body buzzed in excitement.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he rasped, stepping back to admire you, his eyes roaming over your curves. "Jus' love you s'much baby, all mine, so pretty" he says breathlessly as he pumps his dick through his jeans.

You felt a rush of desire hearing his words, your core clenching around nothing at the thought of being devoured by him. "Please do, Matt. Take what's yours."

His eyes glittered with lust as he advanced on you, backing you toward the bedroom. "Oh, I will, baby. I'm going to take my time and enjoy every fucking inch of you."

He pushed you gently onto the bed, following you down, his lips never leaving yours. His hands explored your body, sliding your panties off, his fingers teasing your wetness, making you moan into his mouth.

"Such a responsive little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his fingers dipping inside of your hole, making you gasp. "So wet already. God, I love your pussy, always so wet n' ready f'me" he practically whines.

He added a second finger, thrusting them deep, crooking them to hit your sweet spot. "You like that, huh? You like being reminded that this tight little cunt is mine to fill?"

"Yes!" you screamed, your body shaking, an orgasm already building. "I love it! Oh, Matt, please don't stop!"

He chuckled, dark and sexy, his fingers never slowing their relentless assault on your sensitive core. "I'm just getting started, baby. We've got all night, and I plan to mark every part of this gorgeous body as mine."

With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge, and you cried out, vision going white as pleasure exploded through you. Your pussy clenched around his digits, milking them as your juices flowed.

Matt kissed you as you came, deep and passionate, his tongue tangling with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it sent another shiver through you. His fingers gently withdrew, and he brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Delicious," he murmured, crawling down the bed, spreading your thighs with a firm hand.

His mouth descended on your swollen, aching clit, his tongue swirling, licking, and sucking, making you cry out. He chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you again, as he lapped at your juices, devouring you like a man starved. He didn't get the name Matt the munch for nothing.

"Matt, please!" you begged, your hands threading through his hair, holding him closer. "Don't stop, feels s'good!" you slur

He moaned in response, the vibrations sending you wild, and he nibbled and sucked, his fingers plunging into you again, stretching you, filling you. You came hard around his fingers, your juices flooding his hand, crying out his name.

"That's it, baby," he said, his voice hoarse, kissing a trail up your body. "Come for me. Your pussy's all mine, I love watching it clench and pulse around my fingers."

You whimpered, your body still shaking from the aftershocks, as Matt kissed and sucked bruises all over your neck, marking you as his. He tugged your bra straps down your arms, baring your breasts, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking it hard.

"This gorgeous body is mine to play with," he growled, his eyes burning with passion. "These tits, this ass, everything. You're all mine" He says before thrusting into you and you scream into his mouth.

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[mikeysonly]

Anything For You - Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

♡ yo why am I BLUSHING over this ofmgjjfjdjdjdj. I hope u enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m literally crying bc why is he not real.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

“Oi, Y/N-chan! You here?” Mikey’s voice echoed through the apartment as he stepped inside, his shoes squeaking slightly against the wooden floor as he slid them off.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not when you were furiously swiping through your phone, determined not to explode.

The reason? The now empty taiyaki box on the kitchen counter.

Your precious stash of sweet, golden fish shaped treats was gone. Devoured. Every single one.

Mikey had been here earlier, promising he’d “just take one.” You should’ve known better. The moment his eyes landed on those fluffy pastries, they were doomed.

“Y/N?” His voice grew closer.

You huffed, making a quick decision. Your lock screen had been a picture of Mikey pulling a goofy face, something that always softened your mood no matter how upset you were with him. Not this time. You quickly swapped it out for a panel from your favorite manga one of your comfort characters staring wistfully into the distance.

Anything to stop yourself from immediately biting Mikey’s head off when he inevitably gave you his “But I was hungryyyy!” excuse.

“Ah, there you are.” His messy blonde head peeked through the doorway, his grin as radiant as ever. “I missed you!”

“You know what I miss?” you deadpanned. “My taiyaki.”

Mikey blinked, caught off guard for a moment before laughing nervously. “Oh… uh… you noticed that…?”

“You literally ate them all, Mikey.”

“It was calling my name!” he protested, throwing his arms up dramatically. “You can’t just leave taiyaki lying around and expect me not to—”

You shot him a glare. “Stop. Right. There.”

He pouted. “C’mon, Y/N, you know I can’t NOT eat them…”

“I know you can’t resist it,” you shot back. “That’s why I bought extras this time! And you still ate all of them!”

His face fell, and for a second, you thought he might apologize. But no, this was Mikey. Instead, he suddenly squinted at you, his sharp eyes locking onto your pocket as you shoved your phone into it.

“What was that?” he asked suspiciously.

“What was what?” you replied, feigning innocence.

“Your phone. Gimme.”

Before you could stop him, Mikey lunged forward, snatching the device from your pocket.

“Hey!” You tried to grab it back, but he was too quick.

He unlocked the screen, and his jaw dropped. “What the hell is this?”

You sighed, already regretting your decision. “It’s a picture of someone from my favorite manga.”

“But it’s not me!” Mikey practically whined, holding the phone up as if it offended him. “Why’d you replace me with this guy?”

“He’s kind and generous,” you said matter of factly. “You damn taiyaki thief.”

Mikey looked utterly betrayed, clutching your phone to his chest like you’d stabbed him in the heart. “I can’t believe this. You replaced me with a manga guy because I ate your snacks?”

“Yes, and I’d do it again!” you countered, crossing your arms.

His face scrunched up, his pout deepening. “You’re so mean, Y/N. I thought I was your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite headache,” you muttered under your breath.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“—And reason for starvation”

“Y/N!”

You couldn’t help it, you started laughing. The sight of Mikey sulking like a child was too much.

“Okay, okay,” you said, holding out your hand. “Give me the phone. I’ll change it back.”

Mikey hesitated, his lips twitching as if he wanted to argue. But then, he handed it over. “It better be my cutest picture.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased, scrolling through your photo gallery.

“There,” you said, showing him the screen.

Mikey’s eyes lit up, his grin returning. “That’s more like it.”

“Happy now?”

“Not yet,” he said, stepping closer. Before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Mikey!” you protested, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Listen, I’m sorry I ate your taiyaki,” he surrendered, his tone softer now. “And thanks for putting up with me. I’ll buy you more tomorrow, promise.”

You sighed, giving in to his embrace. “Fine.. But get extra custard ones for me.”

“No promises,” he replied. “Anko is waaaay better than that shit.”

“YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE CUSTARD AND YOU STILL ATE THEM ALL?!”

[folkdevilfables]

✵ Arachnid Ambuscade | Solomon x gn!reader

drabble (0.7k words) | sfw | gn!reader | fluff/angst

cw: spider mention, set in Nightbringer, mutual attraction, no established relationship, MC is an oblivious dunce & Solomon is touchstarved to the point that sudden close physical contact with his LI nearly makes him faint on the spot lmao

You were simply minding your own business, reorganizing some things in your room at Cocytus Hall when you suddenly noticed a huge spider twice the size of your hand on the wall to your left.

You let out a little scream and jumped away from the wall, bumping into something. Or someone.

"MC? Are you okay?"

You felt Solomon behind you stiffen in surprise as you bumped into him, one of your hands brushing his thigh. Or his hip. You couldn't really tell, you were too occupied with anxiously staring at the big spider on your bedroom wall to keep watch of whether it was moving or not.

While the sight of a spider didn't put you in a state of panic, you didn't really like spiders all that much. Especially when they were potentially dangerous and/or appeared on the wall of your bedroom wholly uninvited, deciding they intended to make your room their forever home and not pay any rent. You weren’t a big fan to say the least.

Small spiders weren't really a problem, it was the bigger ones that you were mildly terrified of. Which was stupid when you thought about it, since the smaller ones were usually the venomous ones and the bigger ones rather harmless... But you were in the Devildom and just assumed that everything was out to get you six feet under by default.

"Please get the spider out of my room, Solomon. Please please please."

You shrieked and winced as it moved.

"Anything for my adorable apprentice."

One incantation later and the spider was gone.

"...Is it gone?" Yes, you were looking at the obviously spiderless wall, but you wanted to make extra sure. Just in case. Better safe than sorry.

"Yes. I used a teleportation spell to send it to another place, away from Cocytus Hall."

"Oh, thank Diavolo." You let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Solomon!"

Turning around, you hugged him.

The surprise of a sudden hug caught the sorcerer off-guard. It took him a second to regain his composure and hug you back.

"Anyday, MC."

As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt his heart beating ferociously in his chest.

You looked up and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, but then you saw that he had small ivory feathers in his hair.

"Did your pillows explode during one of your experiments? There are feathers in your hair."

Without asking for his permission, you reached up to gently pluck the feathers out of his hair, your hand brushing his cheeks and nose several times in the process.

A good look at his face showed that his cheeks were now pale pink and his breaths ever so slightly shallow.

You eyed him worriedly. "Sol, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Was the spicy zombie dragon liver curry you ate for lunch today a little too much for you? Do you want me to go get you some medica-"

Before he had the chance to respond your D.D.D started ringing, the sudden loud noise startling both of you. Taking a step back from Solomon, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and answered the call.

"MC, there’s a giant spider in the House of Lamentation and it has already devoured Asmo's vanity and Mammon's car and now it’s chasing us!" You heard Asmo's blood curdling scream in the background while Levi was panting, trying to hastily explain the situation while presumably running for his life. "Lucifer is currently at the Demon Lord's Castle - Please, you need to help! I don't know how much longer we can run!" Mammon yowled as Levi shrieked and the sound of something being smashed could be heard.

You looked at Solomon.

The sorcerer was attentively watching you, sporting a sly smirk.

"I... erm... Levi... I don't know how to tell you this, but I can't handle spiders myself. I'm sorry, I doubt I’d be any help."

"Please MC, anything -"

Solomon gingerly plucked the D.D.D out of your hand.

"I'm sorry Leviathan, but this is one of MC's scheduled off days and they're very busy currently. I'm sure you'll be able to handle the spider on your own. Good Luck!" He cheerily ended the call and placed your phone back on the nightstand.

You shuddered. "Well, I won't be setting foot into the House of Lamentation until that spider is gone, that's for sure."

Solomon smugly smiled. "Perfect, that means I get more time to have you to myself."

Unedited Solomon icon can be found here | support banner and divider made by @/saradika | all rights reserved banner by @/cafekitsune

[letternotekisses]

Have you seen the new tank 👀🫣

(nsfw) I have. Take this thought from me before I explode.

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There’s a predatory need in him that craves to devour every part of you. A gleam in his eye when he cranes his head down to watch as you chatter away, a soft and amused ‘Aye?’ leaving his lips every so often. Behind the brute muscle and flashy augmentations there’s a cunning mind at work, gears turning in his head as he culminates a plan of action.

You know the look. Lidded eyes, disheveled hair. The way his tongue lathes over the sharp peaks of his teeth, teeth that have brutalised your skin and left you wanting. It makes heat bloom in your belly and you worry your lip between your teeth. Hazard takes good care of his girl. He treats you well - shucks his jacket over your shoulders on cold nights and puts his palm over sharp countertops when you walk by or bend down - a real gentleman.

Is what he would be, if his mouth were any different.

He can never shut up, running his mouth even though his voice is muffled because his face is buried between your thighs. Or he’s talking you through, yapping away while you’re clinging onto the mattress for dear life with each toe curling thrust. Each heavy slap of his balls against your ass doesn’t even hinder him - because he just keeps going.

You whimper at every heady sound he makes, heat thrumming in your belly and pussy clenching around his fat cock every single time he talks. He doesn’t shut up because you get oh so wet around him and squeeze him oh so deeper, and Findlay likes to use it to his advantage - not that he’d ever tell ya that, though.

“Yer pretty pussy’s pullin’ me in, hen.” He croons, a malicious grin that bears his canines curls Hazard’s lips, his fingers grazing your skin as he settles his grip on the divot of your lower back, pulling you taught to reach the deepest part of you. “Like she was made for me, eh?”

You give him a glare over your shoulder, throwing a pillow into his face that bounces off and doesn’t even wipe the smirk from his features. He only grins like a shark, getting his own back by idly toying with your clit, something to break that stubborn look covering your features. He knows it gets you riled when he teases you - and when there’s so much of the night left…

He likes having his pretty girl wet within a few sentences, how could you blame the guy?

[xoluvx]

love me harder; b.eilish ❥₊ ⊹

[▸] love me harder by ariana grande

"no one's gonna love you the way i do," she scoffed.

"you sure about that?" you threatened walking backwards. your eyes watching her menacingly. daring her to do something about it. to stop you from walking out. to prove you wrong. to give you all her love and rage and fill you with it until you exploded. instead of bottling it up and pretending nothing was wrong. when you smirked and scoffed, something in her snapped. her jaw clench. her brows furrowed. she cursed under her breath before charging towards you. her hands cupped your jaw pushing you against the door.

you gasped with satisfaction raising your brows as her thigh wedged between your legs. her fingers clung to your jaw guiding you towards her lips until they met hungrily. connecting and reconnecting with desperation. breath hitching. teeth pulling on skin attempting to devour each other one bite at time. she leaned down as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders messing up her hair as you pressed your body so close you could hardly breath. you wanted to suffocate in her arms as she clung to your back. you wanted to merge with her. become one and make her give you a reason to stay.

her hand trailed down the side of your body. fingertips leaving a fire trail along your thigh as she squeezed and dug her fingernails in your tender skin. you groaned into her mouth. tongues sloppily touching. rotating and pressing together. humming as she lifted your thigh; pressing her own thigh on your cover pussy. her muscles contracted as you let your body fall onto her, swaying your body desperately. she bunched up your shirt when she held your hips, helping you move while watching the way your face contorted with pleasure.

you raised you arms above your head pushing your hips forward. fingers sliding down the wall as you let out moan after moan. the friction between your legs was so delicious. you wanted to live like this forever. she buried her face in your neck. tongue pressed on your skin. breathing heavy. voice softly begging you to stay. to forgive her. to let her prove herself, but your thoughts were no longer consumed by the desperate feeling of wanting to be loved harder because you could feel it.

you could feel it when she undressed you. when she laid you down on the bed. when she slid into you never taking her eyes off yours. when her brows furrowed as she bottomed out and swayed her hips so gloriously. when she ran her hand up your torso over your breasts and around your neck. when she pounded into you like it was the last time and chanted 'i love you' over and over as your toes curled and your insides churned and the heat consumed your bodies and your orgasm sat at the tip of her cock. it was all consuming and blinding and she was right. she was so fucking right..nobody could love you the way she did.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Love (Book 2) Chapter One

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter One: Cafes and Clothes

Summary: Saiki does anything for coffee jelly, and his friends have no style.

            Saiki and (Y/N) walked up to Jerard Croiset, the newest pastry shop in town. It was all the rage, and the line to get in extended down the block. The pair paused as they looked at the door and the offerings. A sign sat on the door.

            “ ‘Girls only sweet buffet,’ ” read (Y/N). They frowned. “I guess today is a special offer.” They looked at Saiki. “Do you want to go somewhere els—” They laughed.

            Saiki, now in his “Kuriko”—feminine—disguise, blinked at (Y/N). “I’m ready if you are.” He wasn’t giving up his sweets.

            (Y/N) grinned at Saiki, not surprised by his decision. “Give me a moment to find a place to change into a skirt.” Then they, too, would appear more feminine, enough to get into the café.

            Within five minutes, Saiki and (Y/N) stood in line together. Saiki was ready for a nice date with them with plenty of good sweets—their favorite kind. It would be a lovely day.

            “Oh, (Y/N)?”

            God hates me.

            Mera, Yumehara, and Teruhashi had spotted (Y/N) in their school uniform, and now Saiki wouldn’t have any piece.

            Sure enough, thanks to (Y/N)’s endless kindness to people and Saiki’s inability to say no to them, the pair were soon sitting with the three girls inside the café.

            “I’m Yumehara, I’m in second year,” said Yumehara, smiling at Saiki. “And this is Chisato.” She gestured to Mera.

            “And I’m Teruhashi,” said Teruhashi. “I’m sure (Y/N)’s mentioned us.”

            “This is Kuriko,” said (Y/N), helping Saiki out with a pleasant smile.

            “Kumiko?”

            “No.”

            “Kusuo?”

            “Where did you get that?”

            “Kuriko,” corrected (Y/N).

            “Oh, Kuriko. Nice to meet you,” said Yumehara and Teruhashi (Mera was already devouring sweets).

            “I don’t think I’ve seen her around. Is she new?” wondered Teruhashi, looking at (Y/N).

            “She keeps to herself,” said (Y/N).

            Saiki thanked the world that his partner was so good at keeping his identity and powers a secret. Happily, he bit into a cupcake and hummed pleasantly. (Y/N) smiled and ate a small brownie, glad that he had gotten what he wanted.

            Teruhashi and Yumehara blinked as they saw Saiki’s expression.

            “Saiki?” said Teruhashi before laughing.

            Yumehara giggled. “Oh, I thought the same thing.”

            “They eat the exact same way,” said Teruhashi.

            Ah, his expression, thought (Y/N).

            “Oh, sorry, I hope we didn’t offend you,” said Yumehara to Saiki. “You just remind us of our friend.”

            “Don’t you agree, (Y/N)?” said Teruhashi.

            “They are quite similar,” said (Y/N), smiling at Saiki. He deadpanned, and they chuckled. “Don’t be offended, Kuriko. Kusuo is a really great guy.”

            Saiki’s expression softened.

            “Yeah, a great enough guy that this girl here fell for—”

            Teruhashi’s face exploded into a tomato red blush at Yumehara’s words. She waved her hands wildly to cut her off. “Chiyo! She goes to our school!”

            “Oh, sorry.” Yumehara smiled. “Forget what I said.”

            (Y/N) and Saiki fought back winces. Hopefully Teruhashi’s feelings would fade, otherwise the blowback when it did come out they were dating would be…pretty bad. And (Y/N) didn’t want to hurt their friendship with Teruhashi. She was a nice girl and a good friend.

            “It’s too late for that!” Teruhashi hid her face in her hands. “I didn’t even tell Chisato or (Y/N).”

            “Don’t worry, Teruhashi,” said (Y/N). “Chisato isn’t paying attention—” she was going through pounds of food “—and I won’t tell anyone.” They smiled. “And everyone can have crushes.” It didn’t matter that Teruhashi had a crush on Saiki. (Y/N) knew he wasn’t interested in her, and their relationship was secure. So (Y/N) wasn’t going to be cruel to Teruhashi. Why would they be?

            Saiki looked at (Y/N). They really were so good. Other people may be hesitant around someone who had a crush on their significant other, but (Y/N) understood Teruhashi’s feelings were partly just fascination with someone who doesn’t swoon over her and understood that Saiki would never cheat, so they weren’t concerned. And they were kind.

            “Is there someone you like?” said Yumehara, looking eagerly at (Y/N). “I know we asked a while ago and you said ‘no,’ but has it changed?”

            Saiki, happy to have the attention off of himself, began to eat some coffee jelly.

            “Nothing has changed,” said (Y/N), smiling. They had liked Saiki then, and they liked him now.

            “That’s too bad,” said Yumehara. “You could date anyone you wanted.”

            Teruhashi smiled and nodded. “You’d be a great partner.”

            “Thank you,” said (Y/N).

            “Kuriko, what about you?” asked Yumehara.

            “No,” lied Saiki.

            “No way! There must be someone,” said Yumehara eagerly.

            “I’m just trying to eat,” said Saiki.

            “Are you sure not even a little?” said Yumehara.

            She’s pushy, thought Saiki.

            “I would know if Kuriko liked anyone,” said (Y/N). “She’s telling the truth.”

            “Up until now, I’d only ever met you and Saiki who don’t like anyone,” said Yumehara. “I guess Kuriko is a lot like Saiki in that way, too.”

            Oh, no, thought (Y/N).

            “That’s not true,” said Teruhashi. “There are a lot of people like that.”

            “Right,” agreed (Y/N).

            “Oh, well, I guess so,” said Yumehara. “So, Kokomi, any progress?”

            Teruhashi blushed. “Well, I got to go over to his house.”

            Yumehara grinned. “Why am I only hearing of this now? Were you alone?”

            “Uh, no, (Y/N), a neighbor, and his mother were there,” said Teruhashi.

            Yumehara tutted. “You need to be more forward.”

            “Chiyo, you can’t talk when you get nervous around Kaidou,” said (Y/N), trying to get the conversation off of their boyfriend and Teruhashi’s feelings for him.

            “Then we need to practice,” declared Yumehara. “I can pretend (Y/N) is Kaidou and confess.”

            “I feel like I should be offended at being cast as Kaidou…” said (Y/N).

            They are nothing like him, thought Saiki.

            “And Kokomi can pretend Kuriko is Saiki and confess,” said Yumehara.

            Saiki’s face turned blank. “Say what?”

            “O-Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” said (Y/N), trailing off at the end. They were patient with Teruhashi’s crush on Saiki, but they had their boundaries, and watching her confess, even to a “fake,” wouldn’t sit well with them.

            “Kuriko has a similar vibe to Saiki, so she’ll be perfect to practice on,” said Yumehara as if that was the obvious course of action. “Come on.” She pushed Teruhashi forward.

            “Wait—”

            “Guys—”

            “Kuriko,” said Teruhashi, blushing.

            “You mean, ‘Saiki,’ ” corrected Yumehara.

            (Y/N)’s hand moved to Saiki’s underneath the table and took it. He felt them squeeze it, searching for comfort.

            “Saiki,” said Teruhashi. “You know, there’s something I need to tell you, Saiki—”

            (Y/N)’s bottom lip quivered anxiously. Saiki found his breaking point.

            He stood up suddenly, his hand pulling (Y/N) up with him.

            “We need to go,” said Saiki.

            “O-Oh, I’m sorry, did we make you uncomfortable?” said Teruhashi. “I-I’m sorry.” She really hadn’t meant to. Yumehara could be very strong-willed.

            “It’s alright,” said (Y/N), waving as Saiki grabbed his bag. “Romance isn’t really Kuriko’s thing.” They had a gentle smile on their face. Saiki had gotten the situation to stop. Now they could just walk out—

            Saiki’s books fell out of his bag, and Yumehara and Teruhashi spotted the last name written across the top of the textbook. Saiki and (Y/N) froze.

            Yare yare. The game was up.

            “Why do you have Saiki’s belongings?” said Teruhashi, picking up the book.

            (Y/N) and Saiki exchanged a look. How were they getting out of this one?

            “Could it be that you’re…?” Teruhashi looked at Yumehara.

            Yumehara nodded. “It must be. No wonder they’re so similar.”

            “(Y/N), I can’t believe you didn’t tell us,” said Teruhashi.

            “I’m sorry,” said (Y/N), wincing.

            Yumehara looked at Saiki. “Are you actually…Saiki’s sister?”

            (Y/N) and Saiki stared.

            “Oh. Yes. That’s it,” said Saiki.

            What a godsend of a save.

            “And you never told us, (Y/N),” said Teruhashi. She blushed. “She could tell Saiki that I—”

            “Don’t worry, you’re fine,” said (Y/N), waving their hands. “Kusuo and his, uh, sister are both private. That’s why I didn’t mention it.”

            “We still need to go,” said Saiki, still wanting to escape before more went wrong and got exposed.

            “Oh, right,” said (Y/N). “Kusuo needs his textbook, so we need to bring it back to him.” It was so easy to lie with a real cover.

            “Oh, of course,” said Teruhashi, smiling.

            “It was nice to meet you,” said Yumehara, waving as (Y/N) and Saiki left the café.

            They would be a cute couple, Kuriko and (Y/N). They’re even holding hands.

            Saiki paused outside the door as he heard Yumehara and Teruhashi’s thoughts. He glanced down. He was indeed holding (Y/N)’s hand. Ah, well. It was a nice feeling. And they were his significant other.

            “Thank you for stopping Kokomi’s confession,” said (Y/N), smiling at Saiki as they walked towards his house.

            “It made you uncomfortable.” It had made him uncomfortable, too, but (Y/N)’s feelings were more important to Saiki. “Are you alright?”

            “I am now,” said (Y/N). “And at least it wasn’t a confession she was really giving to you.” They sighed. “I want Kokomi to find someone who sees her for more than beauty and to be happy, but her crush on you can be…”

            “Tiring?” suggested Saiki. “Annoying?”

            “Don’t be mean,” scolded (Y/N). “You’re the first person who isn’t affected by her beauty. It makes sense that you’d interest her. I just hope it starts to fade. It has to eventually.”

            Saiki nodded. “I will never be interested in her like that.”

            (Y/N) smiled as they walked up the steps to his door. “I don’t worry about that.” The door shut behind them, and they leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I trust you.”

            Saiki’s heart thumped, and he shifted back to his masculine, regular form. (Y/N) chuckled at the change. He leaned in and kissed their cheek in return. He really didn’t deserve them and all their goodness.

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            “What do you think of this?” asked (Y/N), holding up a light pink cardigan with white bows.

            “It’s nice,” said Saiki. Everything they picked out was nice, especially since they’d look good in everything.

            “Kusuo, you’re not making this easier,” said (Y/N), tutting playfully. Their mall date had been fun so far, with lunch, sweets, and now clothing shopping. However, Saiki was way to nice to them when shopping for clothes.

            “I’m honest,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) hung the cardigan back up. “Let’s take a break from me and focus on you. You want new clothes that your mom isn’t sewing, right?”

            “It’s nice of her, but the zebra cardigan is as far as I’ll go. She bought giraffe print,” said Saiki.

            “And you want something simple,” said (Y/N), knowing their boyfriend’s taste. Saiki nodded. “Okay, then here’s the men’s section, there are some neutral colors here—”

            “Oh, this is really cool, I’m going to try it on,” said a familiar voice.

            (Y/N) and Saiki looked back to see Nendou taking off his shirt in the middle of the store to try on a shirt. Kaidou stood with him. He noticed them and smiled.

            “It’s Saiki and (L/N),” said Kaidou.

            “Hey, pal, pinky!” said Nendou, waving.

            “Oh, no,” said Saiki.

            “Hi, guys,” said (Y/N), smiling. Was their date interrupted? Yes, but they had done plenty and would be alone again eventually, so they were happy to see their friends.

            “You’re just in time, I was just choosing between two outfits,” said Kaidou. “Can you tell me which one looks better?” He gestured to Nendou. “This idiot has absolutely no fashion senses.”

            “What do you mean?” asked Nendou.

            “Go ask your mother,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) shot him a look, and he quieted down. “Show us, Kaidou.” They were happy to help.

            Kaidou quickly changed in the fitting room. “This is the first outfit.” A white shirt, a blue trench coat, and slacks. He closed the curtain. “And this is the second.” It looked identical.

            “Is this ‘spot the difference?’ ” said Saiki.

            “I like the first,” said (Y/N), for no reason whatsoever. They couldn’t tell the difference.

            “Hey, pal, pinky, take a look at mine, too,” said Nendou. “As you can see, this moron has no fashion sense.”

            “What?” said Kaidou, huffing.

            “So why ask us, anyway?” said Saiki.

            “This is the first one.” Nendou wore a bright yellow shirt with a tiger face.

            “Don’t wear that,” said Saiki.

            “It, uh, clashes with your hair,” said (Y/N), grimacing.

            “This is the other outfit.” Nendou had on a pink shirt designed to look like a woman’s body in a bikini.

            “Don’t wear either,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) held up their arms in an “X.” “It’s a no for me,” they said.

            “They both suck,” said Kaidou.

            “What did you say?” said Nendou.

            “Alright, I guess we have ourselves a challenge,” said Kaidou.

            “That escalated quickly,” said (Y/N).

            “(L/N) and Saiki will be the judges of our fashion fight,” said Kaidou.

            “We will not,” said Saiki.

            “Okay,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Fine.”

            “I’ll never lose to you!” declared Kaidou to Nendou as he jumped into the changing room.

            “Bring it on!” Nendou closed his fitting room curtain.

            “Let’s leave before they finish changing,” said Saiki.

            “Kusuo, we said we’d do it,” said (Y/N).

            Unfortunately, that meant Saiki would do it. (Y/N) wanted to. Yare yare.

            “Saiki? (Y/N)?”

            Teruhashi appeared out of nowhere, glowing as usual. (Y/N) smiled and waved, and Saiki cursed the world for his terrible luck. Even more bothers were interrupting his date with (Y/N).

            I let my guard down, thought Saiki.

            “Teruhashi!” said Kaidou, throwing open the curtain. He had on a cropped, goth jacket and dark jeans.

            “You lose,” said Saiki.

            “Is that a cosplay of something?” wondered (Y/N).

            “Fancy seeing you here, Teruhashi!” said Nendou, stepping out. He wore a garish white and leopard-print suit and a red bowtie.

            “No, it’s a tie,” decided Saiki.

            “It’s a no from me,” said (Y/N).

            “Did you come here to buy clothes, too?” asked Nendou, beaming at Teruhashi.

            “Yes, I was in the neighborhood,” said Teruhashi. I can’t believe I ran into Saiki on the weekend. God really is on my side. “Did you all come here to buy clothes, too?”

            “Yep,” said (Y/N).

            “We sure did,” said Kaidou.

            “That’s right!” Nendou blushed. “How about you try on some outfits we pick out?”

            Poor Kokomi, thought (Y/N).

            What? You want me to try clothes on? thought Teruhashi, frustrated. You must be kidding. Am I some kind of doll? She straightened suddenly. “Will Saiki pick out something for me, too?”

            “He sure will!” said Kaidou. “Right, Saiki?”

            “Hey, pal, show us your fashion sense,” said Nendou.

            Oh, no, thought Saiki. He couldn’t escape it.

            This is a rare opportunity! Teruhashi beamed. “I’ll do it!” Wait! But I need to not seem so excited just for Saiki! What if he realizes? “(Y/N), you should dress up with me!”

            “Oh.” (Y/N) was surprised but smiled. “Alright.”

            This is the perfect plan, thought Teruhashi. I’ll learn what Saiki likes, and not only that, when we see each other later…he’ll see I’m wearing what he chose and finally say, “Oh, wow!”

            No way.

            “Alright! Let’s put our outfits together now,” said Kaidou, running through the store.

            “I’m not going to lose!” said Nendou.

            “I think they’ve forgotten about me already,” remarked (Y/N).

            “It’s for the best.” They both knew whatever Teruhashi had to wear would be…bad from the other two. Tacky.

            “Alright, it looks like everyone has decided,” said Kaidou as he returned.

            “Yes, I’m ready,” said Kaidou.

            I just wanted a date with (Y/N), thought Saiki.

            “Okay, let me try Saiki’s—”

            “Try mine first!” said Kaidou to Teruhashi. “They struck me the moment I saw them. This is the outfit for you!”

            He held up weird, patchwork jeans with a golden cross and a red shirt with a dozen zippers and giant shoulders.

            Disgusting, thought Teruhashi.

            Yikes, thought (Y/N).

            But, still, the perfect pretty girl was not to be stopped by such an obstacle, so she took the clothes and went into the changing room.

            “Just admit those clothes are ugly,” said Nendou.

            “They look great!” said Kaidou.

            “The hell they do!” said Nendou.

            The curtain open, and Teruhashi posed. Her beauty managed to make the clothes look good.

            “How is it?” she said.

            (Y/N) gave her a thumbs up. “You make it work.”

            “Awesome!” said Nendou, stunned.

            “It’s your turn,” said Kaidou to Nendou.

            “Mine is already in the dressing room,” said Nendou.

            “What? Aren’t you going to show us first?” asked Kaidou.

            “Where’s the fun in that, moron? It’s a surprise,” said Nendou. “You’ve got no common sense.”

            “Kusuo, will you check it?” whispered (Y/N).

            Saiki nodded and used his X-Ray vision to see. It was a horrid pink cowgirl costume that was way too revealing. “Inappropriate.”

            “At least it wasn’t Toritsuka choosing, then, it could be even worse,” muttered (Y/N). “Will you switch it out?”

            Saiki nodded. He wasn’t going to put Teruhashi through the mortification of that outfit. He wasn’t cruel.

            “Okay, I’ll change,” said Teruhashi. She walked in, changed, and came back out. Saiki had switched the outfit into a sweater, plaid coat, skirt, and hat. It was actually very cute and in good taste.

            “Nice choice,” whispered (Y/N), smiling.

            Saiki had done it out of necessity, but the praise pleased him. He straightened.

            “It looks great on you!” exclaimed Kaidou.

            “Huh? Wait, that’s not what I chose,” said Nendou, disappointed.

            I really do like this, thought Teruhashi. It is cute. I guess I’ll get this and whatever Saiki chooses, too.

            At that thought, Saiki took (Y/N)’s hand and pulled them away. (Y/N) giggled to themself as Saiki made his escape.

            Huh? Where’s Saiki? Where’s (Y/N)?

            Going to enjoy our date.

            “Outside of Nendou’s…weird choice, that went better than I thought it would,” said (Y/N). They smiled brightly. “Especially since I didn’t have to be part of the game, even though Kokomi asked me.” They grinned teasingly. “But I am curious about what you would choose for me. And I have lots of ideas for what you could wear.”

            Saiki looked at them and almost cursed his weakness for them. “Come on.” He led the way into another department store, and (Y/N) brightened.

            “We’re going to do it?” they asked eagerly.

            Saiki nodded.

            (Y/N) grinned. “Thanks, Kusuo.”

            And that smile made it all worth it.

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            “Do you like it?” said (Y/N), waiting for Saiki to come out.

            He exited the changing room. He had on a white collared shirt, tan slacks, and a pink sweater vest. (Y/N) beamed at him. They thought he looked adorably handsome.

            “I like it,” said Saiki honestly.

            “I’m glad,” said (Y/N), beaming. “Now I’ll go try on your pick!”

            Saiki watched them walk into the fitting room. He sincerely hoped they liked what he picked (also, he thought they’d look cute in it, so a little self-indulgent).

            (Y/N) came out and twirled. “What do you think?” They wore a pink blouse underneath long white overalls patterned with strawberries. Little pink bows were tied on the pockets. (Y/N) grinned widely. “I love it.”

            Saiki stared at (Y/N). He was looking at someone sweeter than any dessert with a smile warmer than the sun. He was incredibly unlucky most of the time, but dating (Y/N)? He might have been the luckiest person in the world.

            Oh, wow.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. “Kusuo?”

            “You look nice,” said Saiki, the words simple but meaningful due to his usual reticence.

            (Y/N) grinned and blushed. “Thank you, Kusuo.” They reached out and took his hand. They squeezed it.

            Saiki squeezed it in return. He gave them a tiny smile in return. It lasted but a moment, but it made (Y/N)’s face light up. That was enough.

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[locomoqo]

taste me too!

— eli jang x reader

details: NSFW CONTENT, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, takes place after Allied takes on workers

A/N: he should just wife u up, yenna needs a new momma #tbh , also this one's short hihi (^u^)

Time and privacy.

Two luxuries Eli had been deprived of ever since the fallout between the four major crews. He barely had time for himself, his family, or you. And when Hostel was attacked, he had no choice but to work overtime to keep his family safe. Time and privacy slipped away completely, stolen by the chaos.

But now? Now, he was making up for it.

“E-Eli—” you gasp, trying to lift your hips off his face, but his strong hands grip your thighs, pulling you back down with firm, deliberate force. The lewd sound of him slurping up your arousal makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the heat flooding your body drowns out any hesitation. You’d been hesitant at first, worrying you might hurt him—what if he suffocated? But Eli only thought it was cute.

After a little coaxing, here you are. Straddling his face, his grip unyielding as he devours you with intense focus. How many times have you cum? Twice? Thrice? You’ve lost count. It doesn’t matter when he’s making you see stars over and over again.

“Oh–ohhh!–’s s'good!” you whimper, your voice shaking as your arms tremble, fingers gripping the headboard for support. Eli groans into your soaked core, the vibration sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. His face is slick with your juices, all dripping down the sides of his jaw.

“Missed this sweet lil’ cunt,” he murmurs so sweetly, his words sending a shiver through you.

His tongue moves with precision, switching between long, slow licks and plunging deep inside you, savoring every inch of the pliant walls of your core. One of his hands shifts from your thigh to your waist, guiding your movements, urging you to grind against his mouth.

Your body responds, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles as Eli’s tongue works relentlessly. The sensation is overwhelming—his lips and tongue moving perfectly with the rhythm of your hips.

“Just like that,” Eli coos against you, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as he urges you to ride his face harder, faster. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up, but the way he devours you, the way he guides you with such possession, keeps you moving.

The friction of your cunt against his lips and tongue sends shockwaves through your body, every pass drawing out a breathy moan. Your vision blurs as the sensation of him beneath you becomes too much, overwhelming you.

“Eli—I ca–mmhh-can’t—” you plead, but your voice breaks into a desperate whimper, the pleasure making it impossible to think straight. All you can do is grind harder, chasing the release that’s building, so intense it feels like you might break.

He grunts in response, his tongue flicking against your swollen clit with renewed hunger. His other hand moves from your thigh to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulls you down harder against his mouth. “You can,” he pants, voice muffled against your slick heat. “I want you to.”

His words send you spiraling. Your body tenses, pleasure exploding through you as your hips stutter against him, thighs trembling violently as you cry out. Eli groans with satisfaction, his tongue never stopping, savoring every pulse of your release as your body shudders above him.

When you glance down at him, your expression is dazed, still panting. Eli finally pulls back, giving your pussy a short break, though his eyes are dark with hunger.

“I promise I’ll fuck you after this, love, just…just let me have a bit more, okay?” His voice is soft and placating, but the way his hands squeeze you tells you that you don’t really have a choice—but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He still wants to make up for lost time, after all.

[tora-ken]

crooked memory

genre fluff, angst, major character death, mentions of blood

tags gojo satoru x reader, biker!gojo

summary gojo satoru loves you so much.

wc; 1.3k

reblogs would be appreciated, please do not plagiarise my work, or share it on any other social media platform!

you would risk absolutely anything to see your boyfriend — the boyfriend your parents forbade you from dating, the boyfriend everybody told you was a red flag, the boyfriend even you told yourself to not fall for. but god, was satoru gojo irresistable.

the sweetest boy you had ever come to discover in this short life of yours. how the loving words he told you melted off his tongue like honey, how his arms embraced you like a soft blanket, how his eyes were the most alluring sight to fall for. he was dream, and he was yours.

light taps against your window turn your head suddenly, to notice your boyfriend outside your house, looking up at you with another pebble in his hands.

“hi baby!” he cheers, and drops the pebble, beginning to climb his way up to your room as you open your window.

“you’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing?” you walk backwards, letting him into your bedroom.

“i wanted to see you, but your parents won’t let me in.” his smile blinds you, and he closes your window quietly. he takes off his shoes, and crawls into your bed.

“hey, i just changed the sheets, at least wear the sweatpants you left here.” you whine, and open your drawer, taking out his clothes for him to wear.

he smiles at the thought of you having his things, the thought of him being a part of you, everything of him is part of you. he can’t define himself without you. the girl who makes him who he is.

“okay, baby, anything you want.” he gives you a longing kiss, before changing into appropriate clothes.

the two of you curl up in your freshly changed sheets, smelling exactly like you. he lays on your side of the bed, which you allow because you know he loves the smell of your hair on the pillow. you’re facing each other, his hands trailing your face, and yours in his hair, a moment he wishes would never end.

“how’d you get here, i thought your parents weren’t letting you out of the house.” you finally speak.

“i snuck out! i found the keys to my motorbike and just got here.” oh, how this boy would do absolutely anything for you — he was smitten. he would walk naked through a blizzard if it meant getting to you.

you held his entire heart, his entire being belonged to you and you only — and he never forgot to show that. how could he? you consumed his existence, every waking thought of his was devoured by you. a world without you was a world without him.

“what are you gonna do if you get caught?” your eyes widen in panic, excuses of what to say flourish in your mind.

“don’t worry i won’t get caugh-“ the door opens, and satoru sees your parents, seething. he looks on your side of the bed, only to see that you’ve vanished, and reality slaps him in the face.

you’re gone.

“what are you doing here? i thought we told you to never show your face again!” your father lifts the poor boy up by his sweater, the sweater you got him for his birthday, and satoru worries that it’ll tear.

“honey, please let him go, don’t hurt him.” your mother interjects, pulling him away from satoru’s neck, to which he releases a gasp. “you need to leave, sweetheart. you can’t just sneak into our house like this for no reason.” she tries to reassure satoru kindly.

“i came here for y/n.” he feels the tears well up in his eyes, his bottom lip trembles as he tries to conceal the cry for help that’s about to explode on his expression.

“you know damn well she’s not here. and it’s all your fault you fuck-“ your father starts, and your mother places her hand on his chest.

“we know you miss her satoru, we do too. what happened to her was horrible for everyone, but you need to go home, we spoke to your parents, they said you weren’t leaving the house.”

satoru suddenly remembers everything, how he made you sneak out one night with him to go on a motorbike ride, the rides your parents always hated you going on. but you had done it millions of times before then, so you left, helmet in hand.

he remembers everything so clearly, how you begged him to stop going so fast, how it was too scary, and how he laughed and just said to hold on tight. he remembers your arms around his waist, how strong of a grip you had around him — he remembers how cold it was that night, the wind and the rain soaking your outfits. he remembers the oncoming truck and your screams before everything goes dark.

he remembers gaining consciousness shortly after, how your helmet screen is cracked, face bloodied, yet you still tried to reach a hand out towards him. he remembers how you tried to shuffle towards him, and him to you, before you eventually got slower, your arm lowering, and how you laid limp, only a few centimetres before him.

he remembers being in the hospital, waiting for you, asking the doctors, nurses, his family and friends about you, only to get the same answer each time — “she’s resting.” he remembers the day you died, the same day he got discharged from the hospital, and immediately went to visit you.

he remembers hearing the monotonous beep of the machine beside you, and how his world comes crashing down, how he begins to realise it was all his fault. he should’ve never made you sneak out on such a rainy night, he should’ve slowed down when you begged him to, he should’ve just stayed in your room with you that night like he had done before.

he remembers how weeks after your funeral, he got out of bed late at night, and decided to go to your house, your room, and climbing up your house to get into your room, because you had always kept the window open for him. he remembers going into your drawers to get his clothes out, before laying in your bed, muttering to himself, saying your name, calling you baby, all before he had gotten caught by your parents.

“i-i’m sorry, i know it’s my fault, i don’t know what came over me mr and mrs l/n, i’m sorry, i’ll go-“ he breaks out into a violent sob, before getting up and trying to leave through your window, only to be stopped by your father.

“stop.” satoru turns around, with eyes like a puppy. “stay for the night, you can sleep here.” and your father walks off, with your mother following suit, after closing the for satoru, and telling him sweet dreams.

your parents knew how much you loved satoru, how happy he made you, no matter how much of a bad influence he was. they knew how much he brought light to your eyes, how you would rather disappear forever than be in a world without satoru, because he defined you, and a world without him was a world without you. no matter how much your father disapproved of the gojou boy, he knew that satoru was always going to be the one for you, in this life and the next.

satoru sniffles, looking around your room, how cold and empty it felt. even if it was full of memories and photos and posters that represented, the room was shallow, yet so spacious and deep, all because it lacked you. satoru looks at the polaroids of you and your friends taped above your desk, and notices a press dried flower besides it, with a label underneath that wrote “first date with satoru <3”, and satoru breaks all over again. you consumed him, yet you weren’t around, and that was the worst part.

and it’s at this point, satoru absolutely knows for sure, a world without you, is a world without him.

a/n: sorry, kinda bad but i was listening to nomad by clairo on repeat whilst listening to this i think i definitely cldve worded this whole thing better

©️ tora-ken 2024

[comicaurora]

Nick Bostrom's "Fable of the Dragon Tyrant," which CGP Grey adapted into a video, left me feeling unsatisfied, and I got a certain unsettling vibe about the entire story.

I don't think it was the dragon's lack of agency, that just makes it an unusually traditional Western dragon.

You're a master at picking narratives apart to figure out why they don't satisfy. Do you have any insight, opinions, or cracktheories about why this story might be unsatisfying to some folks?

Probably because it's a very unsubtle metaphor casting the dragon as death, and death itself as a cruel, malevolent beast devouring and subjugating humanity for its own whims. This is very much intentional on the part of the writer. The paradigm of the story is that the dragon is huge, terrifying and incalculably cruel, and everyone lives their lives in the shadow of its terror or are just too deluded to recognize that it's COMING TO EAT THEM OH GOD

Intrinsic in this metaphorical structure is the idea that the dragon, aka death, is an artificial imposition on the natural order, and if we just got rid of the big ol' mean dragon, everybody would live forever and be fine. Accepting that the dragon exists is framed as a sign of desperation or even cowardice. This is an understandable read when facing a monster that only SEEMS timeless and inevitable (like LeGuin's thoughts comparing the current state of capitalism to the historical acceptance of the divine right of kings) but becomes bizarre when applied to something as legitimately factual as biological death. It's not even framed as unnatural death - the dragon specifically gets sent mostly old people. The metaphor is very explicitly about trying to frame death from old age as a big horrible dragon that everyone only thinks is unstoppable.

I get what they're going for here. The purpose of this story is to make the audience question if death is a true inevitability or if it can be fought, staved off, even defeated. But in the process, the story frames the systems of the world that have formed around death - doctors, pallative caregivers, will executors - as macabre gears in the machine dedicated to the genocidal cruelty of feeding the dragon.

In the dragon tyrant framing, these people only exist to make the rest of the world more okay with flinging themselves down the gullet of the dragon and to streamline the process by which everybody dies. By casting death as the enemy, everybody whose jobs are based on the compassionate act of comforting and aiding people suffering from loss become reframed as collaborators with the incalculably evil enemy, and everyone who's ever accepted their own death becomes a loser. This is a deeply cruel way to frame people who dedicate their lives to helping people through one of the hardest and most tragic aspects of life.

Damn, that's fucked up. Look at this eloquent idiot, explaining why we should be okay with letting a big dragon eat us because it's the natural order. Clearly he is wrong and it's not debasing at all to want to stay alive and not get eaten by a big dragon. This is a fallacy of false analogy: death is like being eaten by a big mean dragon. All his arguments look ridiculous when applied to getting eaten by a big mean dragon, therefore they must be ridiculous when applied to dying when your organs start failing because they've been running nonstop for nine decades and biological systems accumulate wear and tear like literally everything else in the universe.

Entropy increases; systems break down, from DNA to planetary orbits. Successfully shoot down the dragon and you'll end up outliving everything you thought was eternal, even the stars. The goal of immortality isn't really to personally witness the sun exploding, it's to have more good time. It's to make your twenties last into your sixties. It's to keep your back painless and your vision good for longer. We want to postpone the story's end as long as we can, and so we extrapolate "more time" into "I never want to die, I want to be young and healthy and hot forever" even though "forever" doesn't exist. To look to "forever" is to understand that your culture and language will drift, your home will eventually crumble out from under you, your shoreline will erode and change, your climate will transform, your tectonic plate will subduct or shatter, your moon's orbit will slow and tidally lock, and eventually your sun will start burning helium and cook your planet. You don't want "forever" to look like that, you want it to look like your twenties felt. But at that point you aren't fighting the Big Mean Dragon That Eats People, you're fighting the ocean and the biosphere and the earth and the stars, trying to hold them in place against entropy so your immortality can have an equally immortal world to enjoy it in. No, this argument doesn't want true immortality, it wants their twenties to last longer. But it can't admit that.

Back to the story. There's a condescending and spiteful tone in the narration. Death (being eaten by a big mean dragon) is OBVIOUSLY awful and we should all be fighting as hard as we can to make it stop happening. Even a child can see it.

The story even helpfully adds a lengthy moral explanation at the end, in case you didn't understand that the dragon was the inevitability of death and we should dedicate all our resources to figuring out how to make a big rocket and shoot it.

"Nobody should ever die" is generally understood to be a childish dream with extremely obvious and unpleasant consequences that would turn its realization into an unending and waking nightmare, and once out of the confines of easy metaphor, the story tries to act like that wasn't what it was just saying. But its more realistic proposed substitute, "It would be great if people could live longer and have more healthy, youthful years in them," is probably the world's most uncontroversial statement. This story frames it like a bold revelation that the world will attempt to beat down and crush out of a misguided acceptance that Big Mean Dragon comes for us all. It's a morality fable whose conclusion is "I hope science improves the length and quality of our lives, potentially even to the point where we never have to die at all," which has been the number one goal of huge swaths of science since the invention of agriculture. This is not a bold or controversial take. It's just being written as though we're all looking at the naked emperor and pretending he's wearing pants.