#anyway im so happy and so [vibrates]

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Ça va, mon ami?

... Oui?

[j1ngi]

jumping off a cliff into sharp spikes

[a-sleepy-ginger]

29/3/24

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Artms release!!

Grapes

Got a good start on my history assessment

Laughed with family

[theonewhopees]

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[ptergwen]

im not sure if you’ll see this😭 but can i have reader being like maddy from euphoria, confident, bad bitch, short skirts and she’s dating peter and they have this secret relationship cuz shes popular and hes not so they both go to a party and makes out in the restroom and comes out together and then flash is making fun of them and then she just kisses peter right in front of everyone (im so srry this is long but i hope u see this

out of sight, on his mind ‎♡‧₊˚

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warnings: making out, suggestiveness, drinking, like one swear

a/n: oh i looooved this idea thank you very much for your service babes :D also don't forget to join my new taglist y'all i only got a couple of you so far & happy reading!

you down a shooter, gagging at the bitter taste of the alcohol. you giggle and stick the tiny bottle in your bra. you're dancing with a group of your friends. one of them takes your hand, the two of you moving to the beat of the music. peter watches you from across the room with the hint of a smile.

he wouldn't typically spend his friday night in the corner of a packed houseparty nursing a cup of jungle juice, but ned insisted they go. his best friend is determined they both up their social statuses this year. they're not too popular at midtown, with the exception of the academic decathlon team.

if people only knew peter was dating one of the most popular girls in school; you.

it was peter's idea to keep your relationship secret. you'd wanted to show him off, but he's too shy. you're always the center of attention, and peter parker doesn't do well with attention. he'd much rather admire you with everyone else in public and be yours in private.

"come on, peter! it's a party! shouldn't we be, like, dancing or something?"

"i don't know, ned. just... drink your juice."

ned takes a generous swig of his drink and cringes. peter chuckles, sipping from his cup.

"what's in jungle juice anyway?"

"um, everything i think. you might blackout if you have too much."

"dude, that's the goal."

you catch peter's eye again. you're holding your friend's arm that's wrapped around your shoulders, hips swaying. you shout along to the music with the rest of the girls in your group. you look so carefree, and so damn good.

the pink, strapless dress you're wearing is hugging your body in all the right places. your hair is styled to perfection, tiny gems dotted along your eyelids. your look is complete with a pair of knee high boots. peter loves your style. there's no way to describe it other than that it's you, who peter adores an insane amount. he wishes he could be as bold as you are.

peter's phone vibrates in his pocket; it's a text from you.

are u watching me?

before he even answers, you send another.

come to the bathroom

peter briefly locks eyes with you. you give him a mischievous smile before slipping away, making some excuse to your friends. he bites his lip to suppress his own grin.

"hey, ned? how about i go get us some refills?"

"bet! i’m gonna dance."

ned hands peter his cup and claps him on the shoulder, disappearing into the crowd. instead of refilling their drinks, peter makes his way to the bathroom. there's a few people waiting in line. knowing you, you've already claimed it from them. he knocks at the door. a hand reaches out and grabs at peter's flannel, pulling him inside.

"hi, baby."

your glossy lips capture peter's in a kiss. he instantly leans into it, but you pull back much to his dismay. his big brown eyes go even bigger.

"woah... hi."

you laugh softly.

"miss me?"

"seems like you missed me too."

"maybe."

you run a hand through peter's hair. his hands settle on your hips.

"sorry for watching you, couldn't help it. you look so pretty tonight."

"i always look pretty."

your tone is playful, but peter knows you mean it, and he couldn't agree more.

"whatcha been up to? you having fun?"

your manicured nails scratch lightly at peter's scalp. he practically purrs at the feeling.

"mm, just been hanging with ned. i don't really know anybody else."

"you know me."

"but you're with your friends."

"so?"

"so... you know i’m shy, princess."

you giggle.

"it's just 'cause you're not drunk enough, baby."

"oh yeah?"

peter's thumbs run up and down your sides, face only inches from yours. you retrieve the shooter from your bra. there's still at least half a shot left.

"open."

peter does as you say and opens his mouth. you take his chin between your fingers and tilt his head back, pouring the rest of the strong, sweet liquid down his throat. he swallows. you toss the bottle aside. peter gives you a look, one that says kiss me. you shake your head, smirking.

you want him to kiss you.

peter's lips smash into yours. his eagerness makes you giggle into the kiss. you grip the collar of his shirt in both hands, lips moving slowly against each other's. peter backs you against the door.

"did i already tell you how pretty you look?"

"mhm, but not enough."

"you're right. you're so pretty."

peter kisses down your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume. you guide his lips back up to yours.

"you are too, y'know."

you peck peter's lips softly, letting your lips linger over his after, eyes searching his. they twinkle. you mesmerize him, truly mesmerize him. you kiss an awe-struck peter properly this time. he holds your waist, head tilted to deepen the kiss.

your make out session is rudely interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

"yeah, one second!" you answer. "let's get out of here."

peter groans and buries his face in your neck.

"but i don't want to. wanna keep kissing you."

"not here, baby."

"why not?"

he leaves more kisses on your neck. you coax peter away, laughing, his arms still wrapped tight around you.

"the line. wanna find somewhere else?"

peter perks up at that.

"okay, let's go."

you lead peter out of the bathroom. he follows, hand in yours. even though no one seems to pay any mind to the fact that you were in the bathroom together, peter can't help but blush. he doesn't make it out unscathed, though; none other than flash thompson notices him.

"penis parker, is that you?"

you stop walking, eyeing flash over your shoulder. peter lets out an exasperated sigh.

"what's up, flash?"

"you are."

peter looks down to see an obvious bulge in his jeans. his cheeks burn hotter, hand leaving yours to readjust himself. a few people turn around to look.

"y/n's a big step up from your imaginary girlfriend. where'd you say she was from again, canada?"

you narrow your eyes at flash, a hand wrapping around peter's bicep.

"do you know him?"

"yeah, we're... friends. sort of. we do academic decathlon together."

your gaze shifts to peter.

"friends?"

"oh yeah, we go way back. any friend of parker's is a friend of mine."

flash smirks at you. you look him up and down, face scrunched in disgust.

"ew."

more people are starting to watch the exchange. you glare at flash, who holds your gaze knowingly. peter can tell you're about to go into protective girlfriend mode. he squeezes your hand that's on his arm.

"anyways, just wanted to congratulate you on your first baddie," flash tells him. "try not to fumble."

before peter can process what's happening, your lips are on his, hands cupping his cheeks to keep him in place. maybe it's just because he's tipsy, but peter actually finds himself having the courage to kiss you back in front of everyone. you smile at this. he holds you by your waist, letting himself enjoy the kiss for a while longer.

peter's lips are puffy and covered in your gloss when you two pull apart. he draws you in closer to himself, giving you one more short kiss, then another. the two of you earn whistles and chatter from everyone watching. you giggle, thumbs caressing peter's cheeks and gaze meeting his.

there's something in his eyes that you haven't seen before; confidence. he might be shy, but not when it comes to you. not anymore.

you look over at flash smugly, his mouth dropped open.

"he won't."

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[wonustars]

How Deep Is Your Love?

come to me on a winter breeze, keep me warm in your love ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆˙

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  pairing: wen junhui x f.reader ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  genre: established relationship, fluff, smut (R: mdni 18+) ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  wordcount: 1.5k

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ summary: jun is your biggest fan, and he'd rather spend his new years worshipping you than spend time doing anything else. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  tags/smut tags: whipped!jun, established relationship, readers birthday is jan 1st, new years fic, birthday sex, dom!jun, sub!reader, oral (f. receiving), multiple rounds, rough sex, multiple rounds, spanking, reader is in love with jun's adams apple. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  note: for my jumepi, @junkissed, happy birthday to the oomf that i share my one brain cell with. sharks, im giving you 100% of my company for 10 dabloons. anyways enough silly talk, happy bday jumepi i've already read your comments on the doc and this is my second time posting this lawl. love u sm my queen of huihuis, enjoy your day ♡ (ps jun's balls are non returnable to ammazon). a special thank u to @monamipencil for beta-reading, ily!

“Don’t you think we left too early?” You mutter in between gasps of pleasure. 

The vibrations flowing from Jun’s mouth are hot on your neck as he peppers kisses against your supple skin. He had no reason to stay, not when he could spend time worshiping your body. 

He couldn’t care less about his friend's protests as he rushed the both of you home, ready to give in to his most carnal desires. There was no better way than spending New Year's Day and your birthday tangled between the sheets of your shared apartment. 

As he hastily removes your outerwear and his own, he finds himself slipping into your shared routine. First your coat, then your shoes, then his, and so on… all while his large palms search for the dip in your waist. Jun grips you tightly as his lips capture yours in earnest. The universe knew what they were doing, sending you to him. How else is he meant to spend New Year's if not within your tight cunt? 

“I don’t care if the guys are mad we left early, this is your day.” Jun grunts, wrapping your legs around his torso before making his way to your bedroom. 

“This happens every year, don’t you want to spend the New Year differently?” you retort, but he can only shake his head in protest. 

“If it doesn’t include worshipping my hot girlfriend then I don’t care,” he replies, pulling back to stare at you earnestly. 

Whatever argument you had built on the tip of your tongue dies as he presses your heat against his growing member. The moan that erupts from your throat is raw and high-pitched, a melodic symphony to your boyfriend’s ears.

As the two of you reach your bed, he throws you onto the mattress, knowing how much you love it when he showcases his strength in front of you. The mere thought of overpowering you while slipping himself into your wet hole leaves his cock twitching with desire.   

“Who gave you the right to be so corny?” you snort, propping yourself on the mattress as you watch Jun discard whatever clothing he had left. 

“Like I said, I can’t help it. Gotta show my baby how much I appreciate her,” he shrugs, dipping down into the bed with you. 

His nose rubs against yours affectionately, savouring your saccharine scent. Jun is left dizzy with lust, and most importantly love. One could only hope to feel the same amount of affection he does for you. From the top of your head to the very tip of your toes, he adores everything about you. Fuck everything else, he only needs one thing, one person. 

You. 

With his mind swimming, he drowns himself in your warmth. Fingers tracing the outlines of your bare stomach, trying his best to remove your sweater from your body.

“Enough teasing, please baby,” you whine. 

Jun didn’t think he was teasing at all, but he could never deny himself of your requests. Especially when you talk with such a needy tone. 

As much as he wanted to savour every crevice of your body, he couldn’t delay himself even further. The button of your jeans unclasp, and they’re off your legs within seconds. The denim flies across the room as Jun dives back into your neck, red marks blooming in his wake. 

Your head lolls back, giving him more room to work with. While his breath is hot along your skin, Jun’s hands grip the meat of your thighs. His hands shift higher until they’ve reached the apex of your awaiting sex. 

The whine you let out causes Jun to groan in response, but there’s something more important that awaits him. Tongue sliding against your inner thighs, he indulges himself in the scent of your nectar. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit and he peppers kisses along your folds. 

“F-fuck. Oh fuck! Baby–,” your barely comprehensible blabber is cut off the moment Jun sticks his wet tongue inside you. 

Massaging your folds, he continues to play with your pussy till your legs shake around his head. Your fingers grip the root of his blond hair, his mind blank as he focuses on one thing only. 

Handprints mark your thighs from the sheer strength he’s using to hold you in place, wanting you to succumb to the pleasure, to feel it in your core. Until the very moment your juices cover his lips and chin. 

“You taste like heaven,” Jun groans from underneath you. 

“J-just fuck me. Please, wanna cum with you,” you beg. 

The breath in Jun’s throat hitches, pulling away from your sweet pussy, he sits on his heels. One hand wraps around his hardened length while the other continues to rub on your sensitive bud. Your eyes are lidded with desire, completely fucked out just for him. 

He especially loves the way your cheeks flush whenever you're in a complete state of utter lust. The simple inhale and exhale of your breath, the way it causes your chest to heave in and out. One could only be this lucky to have you as their girlfriend. Jun can’t even come to comprehend what he has done to deserve your very being, but he can at least try to show you how deeply in love he is with you. 

“You ready baby?” He asks, although he knows you simply can’t wait a second longer. 

“Mhm, I love it when you fuck me hard. Will you do it for me? It’s almost my birthday you know,” you whisper, grabbing his hand to pull him over your body. 

Jun’s eyebrows scrunch, his resolve weakened by your voice, your words. 

“Fuck yes, gonna fuck you into the next year,” he mutters before grabbing your thighs once again. 

Your hand snakes its way down between your bodies, his cock hard, pulsating with need. Jun pants above you, waiting for you to align him with your sopping hole. 

The initial push into your tight cunt leaves him breathless, Jun’s thick cock stretching your inner walls with enough force that your eyebrows furrow with a mix of pain and pleasure. Forcing himself into you completely, he begins to move in and out with swift thrusts. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix every time his hips collide with yours. 

“So f-fucking tight,” Jun practically growls, hypnotized by the way your cunt is squeezing him. He can barely breathe. 

Pushing your thighs against your chest, Jun begins to pound into you incessantly. The backboard slams against the wall in tandem with his movements. He presses into you even further, wanting you to feel him in your stomach. 

“J-Jun, fu-uck.” you moan out salaciously, your hands intertwined behind his neck. 

Your lips move to his Adam’s apple, and his groans turn into whiny pants. You’ve always known that he was extra sensitive there, his length twitching inside you while you leave sloppy kisses absent-mindedly. 

His thrusts turn erratic the more attention you pay to his Adam’s apple, and it’s not long before he’s spilling his cum inside you, rutting his hips as he fucks you through his high. 

Although Jun can feel exhaustion wash over him, he doesn’t stop fucking your hot cunt. Hands grasp at your waist, turning you over until your ass is perfectly in his line of sight. A fistful of your hair forces your back to arch, his cock still red and angry as he pushes himself inside you once more. 

“Think you can take more of my cum baby?” He mutters into your ear, tightening his grip on you. 

“I can do it, I promise. Just fuck your cum into me,” you pant before a squeal leaves your lips. Jun’s free hand slaps your ass until it’s covered in handprints. 

“Keep doing that, please. I’m gonna cum,” you beg for him again, eyes watering as you reach the apex of your orgasm. 

Jun does as you ask, slapping you till he can feel your walls clench and unclench with every strike. The flow of juices coming from your pussy coats his cock, triggering another spurt of cum to release inside your spent hole. 

Out of breath and balls emptied Jun slumps onto your back, engulfing you into a tight hug. He refuses to pull out, wanting to stay inside you forever if you allow it. He cranes his neck, the clock on the wall striking midnight. January first. 

“Happy birthday baby, I love you,” Jun whispers in your ear, kissing the nape of your neck.

“I love you too, but can you get off my back? you’re crushing me.” Your face is planted into the pillows, voice muffled. 

“Oh right, hehe sorry,” he chuckles sheepishly. 

Finally pulling out of your dripping heat, he manhandles you until you're pressed up against his side—a content sigh leaving his lips. His chest blooms, bliss spreading throughout his limbs. Another year with the love of his life.

 One could only hope to be in love in the same way he is with you. 

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧  note: thank you for reading! although this is dedicated to june for her bday, i hope you enjoyed it too :) lmk what u think by leaving a comment or reblog hehe. see u soon - anna ♡

[lexicorp]

DUDE YES OMG

These are glorious istg I'm so hyped- ngl I hardly come across other ace/aro peeps and it's like, wow, * insert butterfly meme "is this feeling normal?"* XD

The "I may be projecting but nobody can stop me" is based as fuck and same fr- fjdbjdbd

All of these are so beautiful and a beloved contribution my dude they're so funny

(also you should totally post the Skywarp lore background, I am intrigued 👀)

I need more of them being silly coded to cope with my angst-

[mihii-i]

I want your love, and I want your revenge.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, mild angst, trust issues initually, wlw, reference to older valentines day in 17th century britain, I have no fucking clue if they had months we have today in the edo period but I put it anyway, fluffy, mikio (yes he’s a trigger warning fuck that ho), mizu is kinda traumatized..(obviously), girls kissing oh no whatever shall we do, oh no girls makng out actually I know I’m so evil, not proofread.

A/N: valentines day special yippeee (I hate all the happy couples enjoying this fuckass holiday yes I’m salty /hj) anyway obviously this is based off of bad romance by lady gaga if you didn’t know that im..worried. jk no judgement but I lowkey am judging 🕯️

Devoid.

Every drop of the love she had received washed away in the tempestuous hate of the ocean, swallowing up any semblance of adoration once claimed as her own. Any happiness that crept into Mizu’s life sank its fangs of euphoria into her heart, a sickening illusion that made her believe she was truly happy, before it subsided to give way to the nauseous poison of betrayal, jabbing into her over and over like the stab of a naginata.

The distasteful agony resided in her tongue for all it was worth whenever she found herself basking in even the most minute sense of comfort, an uneasy twinge of caution bubbling up within her chest whenever she drooped herself into the snug warmth of your arms. Of course, knowing about her dreaded late husband, you made it a priority to firmly assert how she deserved to be treated, frequently showering the warrior in adoration and tender gestures ghosted along her calloused skin. Night after night, uneven breaths racked the initially silent atmosphere, followed by a drilling shiver vibrating against your body flush to hers.

It wasn’t uncommon for Mizu to have nightmares. Clearly she was uneasy of her situation several times, even sinking into your grasp in an attempt to seek comfort never alleviated the fear plaguing her mind, along with Mikio’s old words gnawing at the confines of her skull like a curse cast upon her.

You are a monster.

Mizu wished she could just cut them out with her blade as quickly as she cuts down her enemies, a single slash wiping out any of her worries or problems that wreck her from the inside out. Yet she couldn’t help that uneasy feeling that killed her inside that partnered with the gentle fuzzy feeling, which couldn’t go unnoticed without its violent, tempestuous storm as an acquaintance.

She couldn’t help but feel awful at the anxious feeling twisting in a knot in her belly whenever you showered her with your love—you cared so much, yet she couldn’t bring herself to give in and trust you fully, not after she had been broken once, soul shattered across the floor in striking shards. Despite the swirling confliction nagging at her, Mizu felt…confused. She wanted to push you away, she didn’t think she was ready for love. She didn’t know if she ever would be again, despite engraving her mark on you as her girlfriend.

At the same time, your touch was a lifeline of sorts to her, the only ground to grip onto without descending into madness throughout the course of her grueling quest of revenge. So many emotions assaulted her at once, leaving her in a flurry of confusion within the bloodlust that initially drove her to this path of contempt. Mizu couldn’t help but want everything from you, even though her feelings scrambled and clashed with one another in confusion, like the familar scrape and clashed of metal against one another which she recalled from being a swordsmith’s apprentice under Eiji.

On one hand, she wanted to push you away for the sake of her goal, she couldn’t afford to be consumed by the lies of love again, could she? On the other, she desired to merge her heart with yours as the familar sensation of joy crashed over her like a tidal wave with you.

She wanted your ugly, and your disease.

She wanted your drama, and the touch of your hand.

“Mizu..?”

“Hm?”

Mizu’s head perked up as her name slipped off your tongue, sky blue eyes fixed on your features as her thick eyebrows crowned the heavy lidded eyes decorated with stress lines slanting from her nose down. Her tall frame lay huddled within your grasp, head gently lifting off the ridges of the tatami mat as the cool air batted against the thin walls, enough to feel the frost chipping away at the little warmth fostered in the room you two lay in. Honestly, it wasn’t an inn, so you were skeptical as to how it could be safe, yet your girlfriend insisted that it was secluded, as well as comfortable to lay in for a bit.

Eyes drifting to the thin sheet of paper splayed along the floorboards, you glanced curiously at the tattered golden sheet with a few strokes and splotches of ink dotted onto it, only seeing the bold black strokes of the date imprinted onto it.

February 14th, 1657.

Still winter. Spring should be coming soon.

You turned over to the quiet woman snuggled up to your side, relaxing your active sights upon seeing her wide eyed and blanked out. Poor samurai was practically traumatized from the shit she’s been through, and you don’t blame her one bit. Always, you tried your best to keep Mizu comfortable around you, not pushing her to do anything and squeezing her in a lowly attempt to even try and heal any of the lifelong wounds that were carved into her both physically and mentally.

Recalling a small rumor you overheard, your shoulder gently rubbed along Mizu’s to catch her attention with a little nudge, to which you succeeded, watching deadpan eyes flicker over to you.

“Hey, you know that in Britain, they have this thing today where they exchange letters to people they care about.” You remarked, earning a scoff from Mizu as she dug her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Why should we care about what they do?”

You blinked, shrinking back a bit out of guilt.

Right, you almost forgot the source of her disdain. The very part of herself she hated.

Yet you couldn’t see the problem, you loved every part of her, monstrous or not.

“Please? It seems like a sweet way to show love.”

Mizu only breathed out an exasperated sigh in response, seemingly tightening her grasp onto the lapels of your shirt almost desperately. It continued to eat away at her. Scrambling drags of her thoughts similar to that of a brush forcefully twisted into a paper, seeping through into a small hole from the unbearable pressure of the ink bleeding through from the opposing nature clawing at her once more.

Perhaps her decision could have been definite from the way she adored these little moments of yours, irises clouding with a softened hint of fondness for your quirks and habits whenever you lay beside her like this. Despite the words repeating over and over, the definite decision of her love for you still upheld a barrier that Mizu feared for, especially concerning your precious life she even subconsciously nurtured in her palms to keep safe.

Countless enemies tailed her back, and she was aware. She always knew this risk would circle around to lunge back at her, yet she never expected your presence to serve as the only fleeting light that held her together. The only person that grasped her hand tightly in her sleep to keep her safe in the mental vulnerability she faced in her unguarded state where she lay.

You were a new priority for her, one she swears to protect now, even at the risk of deserting her goal.

Yet you were a criminal as long as you were hers.

The dimly lit atmosphere casted a gentle glow against both of your bodies pressed against each others, the little dances of orange from the wavering candle illuminating Mizu’s sharp complexion. A smile stretched your lips as you brushed the little stray strand dangling from her hairline out of the way to fix your gaze onto her own, those gorgeous blue eyes locking onto yours like a hunter. What you felt for Mizu only reminded you of those exaggerated plays that emphasized so heavily on the beauty of love, despite even a scrap of said emotion being nothing but a far fetched dream in the demeaning society that you resided within.

However, who else could kiss away any worry you had and engulf you in the protective embrace of tender love? Perhaps the plays weren’t so exaggerated, and simply a rare find that not many had the fortune of stumbling upon. And you had in fact, struck gold when you folded yourself in Mizu’s embrace.

Silence accompanied by heavy breathing lingered within the atmosphere as you couldn’t brush off Mizu’s body pressed achingly close to yours, the gentle fans of warm air colliding against the skin of your throat as a breathy exhale of contentment spilled out of you. Hand circling her waist, you brushed along the topknot that bundled her hair up neatly, harping your pointer finger along the dark strands as she hummed in contentmet against your throat in a sequence of gentle vibrations coursing against your skin.

“Mizu..you know I love you right?”

Despite the countless times you’ve said it, she never took it seriously. You were gonna leave just like Mikio did, right? But her breath hitched at the velvety words sliding so naturally from your tongue once more. Something felt..different this time. It could be the fact that she was unusually close to you, or far more desperate for your comfort than usual as she sought your touch like a woman starved.

Mizu drew in a quick breath, before following up with a nod, her thumb rubbing in gentle circles along your torso and waist where her arms were quickly draped, opening her mouth to finally speak.

“I..think I love you too. (Name).”

She paused briefly, before continuing in a now more wobbly voice, partially from her exhaustion.

“But..I hope you know I’m on the path of revenge. Being with me isn’t a safe option, so are you sure you want to love me..?”

With that sweet glare of adoration pierching her own eyes, your hand smoothed along her skin, dragging against her cheek as you pressed your palm against the bone. Parting your lips slightly, you delved in to hover your enticing emotion over hers, waiting for any response and prepared to back away at any moment in the scenario that this isn’t what she wanted. But alas, that thought brushed away once Mizu’s nose bumped against yours when she leaned in, gesturing you to kiss her. To which you did.

Lips fitted against hers snugly, you swallowed up her mouth shoved to yours sloppily as she savored the intensity of the kiss moistening the chapped ridges of her bottom lip. Mizu carefully adjusted to the feeling that felt unfamilar—likely from the fact that she hadn’t done it in a while. Strangely, it felt..better with you, compared to him. The softer intakes of breath, the sweet gasps that left your lips, alongside the lack of rough energy Mikio had when he kissed her serving as a far more pleasant experience in this moment where she made out with you.

No, forget about him. Mizu just wanted to think about you right now, her mind flitting to the burning heat of the current passion swallowing you two in a breathless entanglement. Fuck, she loved you so much. It shouldn’t have taken so long to come to that conclusion as she pulled back, eyes hazy as she stared over your glossed lips.

But..her revenge would maybe drive you away..?

And as if you read her mind, you planted another kiss atop her nose, sweeping away the worries that clouded her mind so effortlessly as you whispered near her ear.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge.”

A/N: OKAY IM A LITTLE SICK RN AND MY THROAT SUCKS BOOTYCHEEKS SOOO IM SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE VALENTINES DAY MAY BE OVER FOR SOME OF YALL.

BUT ALSO I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A PART 2 ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS AND ITS PLANNED TO BE NSFW BUT I WILL ONLY POST IT IF YALL ARE OKAY WITH A VALENTINES AIMED FIC AFTER VALENTINES DAY.

If that’s what yall want it’ll likely be out by tmrw

anyway I will never not brag about this shirt yippee I love my wife mizu

[januaryembrs]

hi em!! im so late but happy 3k, it’s so deserved you’re an amazing writer! anyway, could i order a tea? i saw this picture: https://pin.it/mv0D4zZ9s and i thought it would be fun if bushy and spencer went to the beach and he was hating it cos of germs and all that, but then he had to wear his sunglasses over his normal glasses and bugsy’s just teasing him—have fun!

description: Bugsy and Spencer have a little downtime at the beach after hiding their relationship for all of one week

length: 1.1k

warning: nothing really, talk of spider mating rituals lol. Picture nonnie was talking about included above!

part of the trouble almost all my life universe

She leaned into his embrace, her back pressing against his warm chest, his skin sticky with a meld of sweat and suncream as they watched the waves rolling into shore.

“I love them all so much,” She sighed, Spencer’s arms wrapping around her waist to lean a book on the soft of her stomach, creasing where she’d pulled on one of his shirts over her bikini, “But I miss things being just us sometimes,”

“Bug, we live together,” Spencer smirked, and she groaned, flicking a glance up at him where he was squinting behind the lenses of his prescription glasses, trying to read his novel whilst looking over her shoulder. 

“You know what I meant,” She grumbled, feeling stupid for saying it, only for him to chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into the nooks of her spine. She smiled at the feeling, the grin widening when he kissed the side of her head sweetly.

“I know what you meant,” He agreed, giving her a few more pecks for good measure because as much as he loved teasing her until she was unnaturally shy, he loved the affectionate side of her more. “It’s getting hard hiding it from them,”

“And yet we’re so good at it,” She quipped, the two of them sharing a towel instead of a sunlounger, Spencer’s head being propped up by their bags and jackets, his girlfriend nestled between his legs like they were a single cell amoeba, “We could be like spies, all this undercover work. Seven whole days hiding a relationship from five of the best profiler’s in America, that’s got to be some kind of record.”

He smiled, and lay his book down flat on her stomach, sacrificing his now free hands to wrap all the way around her and squeeze her to him tightly. Because she was right. He loved the every day routine they’d slipped into at home, the natural kisses before bed and before they left the comfort of their four walls, the only space where they could be so openly themselves without prying eyes. He wished he could hold her like this every day, or atleast didn’t have to watch over his shoulder for any of the team watching just a little too closely when they would exchange loving looks. 

He loved being able to hold her so unapologetically, loved that she preened and nuzzled into his touch like it was all she’d ever wanted as well. Spencer never had to question himself a single moment he was with her. He knew every shred of love he’d ever felt for her was reciprocated, and the thought of it alone made him warm inside, where they lay comfortably on the sunny beach, only a handful of other patrons enjoying the Friday morning waves. 

He felt a headache brewing however from the light glaring in his eyes, and he cursed not listening to her when she reminded him to get his contact lenses ordered, deciding almost immediately that she would always know better than him no matter how high his IQ was or how many doctorates he polished on his shelf. Because she always knew everything when it came to him. 

“Too bright?” She asked, as if she’d wormed her way into his head, though it wasn’t difficult to guess from his squinting, the way his nose scrunched in pain as he nodded. And with no more explanation needed, she drew the sunglasses off her own nose to slide over the top of his specs. Pushing them up gently with the tip of her finger, she giggled as she saw his shaded hues looking down at her through four separate windows, and he raised his eyebrows at her. “Better?” 

“Oh, yeah, much better. I love looking like some kind of weird Spider man with an insanely hot girlfriend,” He said flatly, and she sniggered, her face upside down when she looked up at him, the crown of her head pressing against his chest. 

“I always had a thing for Spider-man,” She said, blinking up at him and Spencer wondered what he ever did to get a girl so pretty she was attractive even upside down and smeared with oily sunscreen, “Don’t know if you’d know this but I have a thing for the tall, genius guys with kind eyes.”

“I didn’t know that,” He said with a wry smile and an adoring gaze, and he couldn’t help but steal a small peck to her lips, knowing he looked a little dumb with his second pair of glasses slipping down his nose. She didn’t seem to care as she kissed him back. She settled back into his chest, picking his book up to flick through what he’d been reading, and she felt him bury his nose into her hair, his hands slipping under her shirt to paw at the free skin of her belly, running his fingertips over it lovingly. 

“Technically if you were some sort of Spider/Man hybrid, you’d need to do a mating dance to woo me away from other suitors,” She said mindlessly, and he chuckled, his headache ebbing away with the sun’s rays deflecting off his face. 

“Yes, and then you’d more than likely eat me afterwards,” He replied, and she moved a hand away from the book to trace an invisible drawing over his forearm, following the grooves of his veins and nerves where they pulsed against his humid skin, her eyes never leaving the pages of the book. 

“Good thing we haven’t mated yet then. I kind of like having you around,” She quipped and she felt him freeze, flicking him a smile so he’d know she was teasing him. Because they hadn’t gone any further than long kisses and soft touches just above the waistline. Hell, seeing her in a bikini was the closest they’d gotten to being naked, and even then she’d covered up with a shirt mere moments after. That little word ‘Yet’ dangled over them, and Spencer found himself smiling back at her, knowing they could take all the time they needed because for now it was just between them. No nosy questions from Garcia and Morgan, no intrigued if not worried glances from Hotch, no knowing smiles from Rossi and Blake. They could just be them. Just Bugsy and Spencer, the way they’d always wanted it to be. 

“Not to mention the fact you’d have to give birth to about two-hundred babies that would eat you alive,” He murmured, and she giggled, squeezing his hand in her own. 

“God, you know just how to talk dirty to me,” She said, and he chuckled, tugging the cap off his head to slide onto her own because he could feel the heat beating down on her face from here, and knew she would forget to re-apply if he didn’t step in. 

Yeah, Spencer was more than happy to have things stay like this for a little while.

[pinkaditty]

i love the way you write towa 🥺 i notice a lot of people seem to struggle to write him but the way you portray him feels so true alongside just generally beautiful writing i love it 💝

vibrating with excitement THANK YOU ANON!!!!!!!!!!!! he's such a cutie i write towa with nothing but love in my heart bc he's so transparent and friendly and he will always have a special place right in my heart bc i love how he is. he's so whimsical and full of love. i can't help but adore him bc despite the horrors he's probably had 2 face, he's still kind. yk he associates u with a flower meaning "hope", "resilience", and "transformation"? i think that's beautiful, personally.

but also anon u poisoned me bro i started thinking abt towa and since im on an unhinged!char arc rn (im so sorry if u don't like unhinged towa) i present 2 u:

Flowers Can Talk, Too! (Towa Otonashi x Reader, Tokyo Debunker)

Part 1: Anthurium Andraeanum

a/n: here we are again. again and again and again i find myself here in my little chair in front of my little desk in my little room where i type up my little on my little laptop and smile at the thought of a little appreciation for my work. this has become so familiar and my heart is full of love for it. towa makes me find happiness in the small things, i think.

sorry. was that too much?

summary: towa gifts you a flower you don't quite recognize.

cw: idk if this counts as perverted or uhhhh yandere but towa's behavior will escalate after this part, so be warned. for now there's only a few sexual innuendos n stuff yea. MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

It’s not exactly Valentine’s day, but Towa gives you a gift anyway. 

When a big bouquet of charmingly mismatched flowers arrives at your door, smelling a lot like the saltwater in Jabberwock, you immediately know it’s Towa. Yellow dandelions, white baby’s breath, orange roses, and blue irises made up the small, tightly packed bouquet, tied with a pink ribbon. There was a lone red flower you didn’t recognize, with what appeared to be an unusually large stamen and one bright, sanguine petal. Initially, it almost appeared like a mixed message, but Towa’s been teaching you enough about the language of flowers and how their meanings tend to vary in context. 

You peer through the bouquet, ensuring you hadn’t missed any flowers, before gently trailing your fingers over them, labeling their meanings in your head one by one. 

Yellow dandelions for strength and transformation… Blue irises for faith and trust… Orange roses for passion and desire… and, baby’s breath for purity and everlasting love. Your heart swells as you put together the message. It was a reminder that he cared for you, and that you’d get through this. For your own sake, you ignore the romantic subtext implied by the roses and baby’s breath. You smile to yourself, and step back inside the chapel, closing the door. You wished you had a vase or something to hold these in, but maybe a bucket would have to do. 

You take one of the buckets the cats leave around for repair and fill it up with water, carefully placing the bouquet inside of it. The flowers leaned rather inelegantly, but it was good enough for now. As you study the bouquet, your eyes fixate on the red one. 

You’ve seen them before at funerals and weddings, but those were always white. This one was a vibrant red, like the blood running through your veins or the sun during a summery sunset. It stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to the rest, so much so that you wondered if Towa made a mistake putting it in there. Despite the odd choice in color combination between the rest of the flowers, they still had some congruency, their shapes and colors complimenting one another in just the right way. This one felt like an accident or a standout. 

You reach out and pluck it from the bucket, twirling it in your hands. The red petal is shaped closely to a heart, and the stamen sticks straight up from the top end. You smile to yourself, scoffing at it. It’s almost funny, the way it sticks straight out. Maybe you’d be able to find this flower if you looked it up?

A quick web search later, and you discover its common name: Laceleaf. They were commonly associated with hospitality. You hum, looking back at the flower as you twirl it around in your hands. Was he asking you to come over to Jabberwock? To be fair, it seemed more like he meant that Jabberwock’s doors were always open, but, well, you wanted an excuse to see Towa. So, he must be asking for your company. 

One look at the sky told you it was too soon for Towa to talk to you, but you could still go and see him anyway. You hold the red flower in your hands, its stem too long to fit in any of your pockets, and begin to make the trek to Jabberwock.

Though they’re on the far side of campus, it doesn’t take too long to get there. You’ve studied the route by heart, and made enough trips there for the long trek to feel more like a brisk walk. The moment you open the door, you’re greeted by Ren, laying down in the tall grass, clearly hiding from Haru. 

He looks up from his tablet at you, nodding at you before his eyes just as quickly return to the screen. “Senpai.” He says, acknowledging your presence, but making no move to get up or even further tear his eyes away from his tablet. 

You exhale, amused, and nod back at him. “Ren.”

You do not ask him what he’s doing in the grass, and he doesn’t ask you what you’re doing at Jabberwock holding an odd-looking flower. He knows who you’re here to see, and you know who he’s here to avoid. 

You gingerly take a few steps into the dorm, closing the door behind you. As you turn your head side to side, looking for a trail of petals or a shock of silvery periwinkle hair, Ren clears his throat. “He’s by the lake.” 

You’re about to thank him sarcastically when you see hair as red as the flower you’re holding zip towards you at an alarming rate. “And he’s coming this way.”

You have barely finished your sentence when Ren jumps ten feet from the grass, attempting to run before he’s seen, but the red-headed blur veers off course before stopping suddenly, holding Ren by the collar of his uniform. 

Haru ignores Ren’s protests and cries, dragging him by the collar as he walks back to greet you. 

“Hey!” Haru nods happily at you, beaming, and Peekaboo chitters in greeting. Haru’s gaze flickers down to the flower you’re holding, and a knowing look crosses his face. “I think I saw Towa with that earlier.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Here to ask him what it was?”

You nod, scared that if you open your mouth you’ll laugh at the utterly defeated expression on Ren’s face. Haru points off towards the mountains,  smiling apologetically. “By the lake, as usual. If you’re going out there, remind him to actually feed the animals instead of just playing in the water, would ya?” 

You glance back at Haru, nodding. “Sure. Thanks!” You wave to him and Ren before trotting off towards the lake. 

This trek, in comparison to the one across Darkwick to get to Jabberwock, was one you hadn’t made as often, and was arguably longer, if not the same length. If ever Towa wanted to go out there, and you were with him, he’d simply scoop you up in his arms without warning and jump, leaving you to scramble to hold onto his tie or shoulders to find some semblance of grounding despite his grip being pretty firm. Despite how often it gave you near heart attacks, you couldn’t complain about it. It was nice to lean into Towa, and he always smelled of saltwater and wildflowers, with just the slightest hint of musk underneath it all. Not to mention that, if you pulled on his tie hard enough, you’d get a glimpse of the pale skin underneath his sloppy uniform, making you wonder what lay even further beneath his shirt…

When you finally shake yourself away from your less than appropriate thoughts, you see the lake just up ahead, Towa kicking his feet in the shallow water. You spot some dandelions near your feet, and pick a couple to offer to Towa. You knew he’d appreciate them regardless, even if they were freshly picked from the ground mere meters from where he was. 

You can’t ever sneak up on Towa, a fact you’ve burned into yourself. You are still, however, disappointed when he turns suddenly despite the silence of your steps in comparison to the noise of splashing water. Towa chirps excitedly when he sees you, barreling towards you and wrapping you in a hug before you could say anything. Some clouds move from the sun and it almost feels unbearably warm. You inhale as you’re huddled up in his grasp, and catch a whiff of the familiar scent of seawater and wildflowers. There was a bit more musk than usual, thanks to him being in the sun for so long. You try not to be happy about that. 

He pulls away a moment later, humming excitedly, rocking back and forth in place. You hold out the dandelions you picked, and he stares at them for a moment before bending down and chomping on them, smiling at you in thanks. You sigh and shake your head, as though you should’ve expected this, and he hums noncommittally, probably agreeing with you.

He turns towards the lake again, heading towards it and reaching behind him and grabbing onto your uniform blazer without looking, dragging you along. You follow his grasp at first before quickly realizing you still have shoes on and start pulling back. “Wait, Towa, I still have—”

He looks back at you and wordlessly points at his own shoes, discarded on the shore. You look at them, and then glance at your own shoes and thigh high socks. You hated putting these on, and you hated taking them off. You didn’t want to put them on over your wet feet, either. You pull back on Towa’s grip a bit more, and he releases you, his brows creasing downwards. He pouts at you, crossing his arms. The sun is no longer glaring in your face, and is instead hidden by a few clouds. You sigh at him, and gesture to your socks.

“Not today, Towa. Maybe another time, when I’m less dressed up?” You shrug awkwardly, giving him a pitying look. He harrumphs and pouts harder, dropping his arms and walking towards you. This time, when he picks you up, you feel inclined to panic, yelping as soon as your feet leave the ground. 

“T-Towa!” You push against his chest, wriggling to free yourself. In response, he only grips you tighter, limiting your movement. You almost give up—bracing yourself for the embrace of cold water—when you find yourself sitting on a large, dry boulder some ways into the water. You look around, finding Towa knee-deep in the water, glowering at you like he wanted an apology. You sigh with relief and shift to a comfortable position on the boulder, smiling apologetically at him.

“Sorry, Towa. I thought—” You’re rudely interrupted by Towa flicking water at you with his fingers, giggling at your change in expression. Before you can retaliate, he turns away from you, going further into the water. You still reach into the water to flick some back at him to retaliate, but it barely hits him, a few of the droplets reaching his hair and neck. He giggles again, before diving in entirely, getting his whole body wet. You can still catch sight of his pale legs kicking in the water before he swims too far for you to see. You’re only worried for a moment before the water suddenly breaks some ways away, and he rises from it, his clothes fully drenched and clinging to his body. He chirps at you again, happily trotting towards you, as something pink and glowing follows him in the water. It dances around his legs, weaving between them. Towa excitedly gestures at it, and it bobs above the water to greet you in a high-pitched trill before diving under again, swimming around Towa’s legs. It almost looked like a plastic glow-in-the-dark fish. The scales didn’t even look real. 

You watch as Towa dances around the anomalous fish, giggling and exclaiming with every move he made. You don’t have the heart to interrupt his happiness with any attempt at discussion, so you remain on the boulder, watching with an idle smile on your face. You glance down at the laceleaf you held, smoothing out its lone petal, before looking back up at Towa. Eventually, you’d have to remind him to actually feed the animals. 

It’s sunset now. After some time, you’d managed to convince Towa to stop playing with the plastic-looking anomalous fish and to feed the animals, lest Haru lose any more sleep. You were a bit wet, thanks to Towa being soaked, but you were at least safe on dry land again. You quickly move away as Towa shakes himself free of excess water, some of it still clinging to his hair and face. He smiles at you, holding out his hand for you to take, inviting you to walk back to the Jabberwock dorm. You smile back and take his hand, following his lead. 

You look up and notice that the sky is darkening quickly. Towa should start speaking soon. 

“Dandelion.” 

Speak of the devil. 

You turn towards Towa, smiling at him. He’s peering at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze flickering between you and the laceleaf you held. “Why’d you bring that here?”

You hold it up, turning towards him questioningly. “To ask you what this flower means.” You turn your gaze back to the flower, twirling it in your hand again. “I know it means ‘hospitality’, but not much else…” You trail off, surprisingly mesmerized by the shine of the red petal as it spins. 

Towa giggles, stopping his pace and standing next to you. He gently plucks the flower from your grasp, holding it up against the quickly dimming sunset, twirling it like you did. “This flower is called an Anthurium Andraeanum,” he says, with what you can only assume is perfect pronunciation. “It’s red, so it’s got a different meaning from the white ones you usually see.”

Finally, you were getting somewhere. “And what might that be?” You sidle closer to him, looking up at him as he looks at the flower, still twirling it as it catches the final minutes of light. 

“It can mean love, romance, sensuality, or abundance.” You don’t miss how Towa’s smile widens slightly as he says ‘romance’. You have to admit that you’re hardly paying attention, though. Your gaze is more interested in trying to look anywhere that wasn’t Towa's shirt clinging to his hardened nipples. Towa finally drops his arm, bringing the flower close to his face. After gazing at it a while, he finally turns back to you. “But, I didn’t add this one for the meaning, Dandelion.” His voice drops a few notes, and you tilt your head, confused at his tone and at his intentions. 

“Then…” You trail off for a moment, before gesturing at the flower. “Why did you add it to the bouquet? It kinda stuck out like a sore thumb.” You can’t hide your confusion, blinking up at him. If the meaning didn’t matter, then what was it there for?

“I added it for its name.” He brandishes the flower towards you, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing with mirth. “Do you know what this flower is called, Dandelion?”

You tilt your head, studying the flower. “Laceleaf?” You say, almost uncertainly. It was called laceleaf, but why did you have a feeling that wasn’t the answer Towa was looking for?

Your hunch was right, as Towa laughs and shakes his head. He holds the flower close to his body again, and steps closer to you, leaving just enough room for the petal of the laceleaf to span between you. “No~. These are called something different here.” He holds the flower in front of your face, close enough for you to examine it. “What does it remind you of?”

You pause a minute, before looking at the heart-shaped petal. “A heart?”

Towa chuckles and shakes his head again. “Pfft, no, no!” He holds it horizontally, and wiggles it so the stamen-looking part dangles up and down. “Here, maybe this will jog your memory.”

You watch it as it dangles, unimpressed. “Towa…” You start, frowning. Your nose wrinkles. “...Is this supposed to be a dick joke?”

To your surprise, Towa shrugs instead of laughs. “Sorta.” He holds it vertically again, twirling it with both hands. He looks up at you and leans in until his lips are right by your ear. “This flower is also known as a Naughty Boy Flower, Dandelion!”

He sounded all too excited to share that news with you, but you can hardly focus on that with his hair dripping cold water onto your cheeks and his warm breath circling your ear. You only realize you’d stiffened when he pulls away, and you relax, shivering slightly. “It reminds me of you when I look at it. That’s why I put it in there.” Towa is all smiles again, but you’re having trouble coming up with why the flower would remind him of you. 

You look back down at the flower as he twirls it, the look in his eyes getting darker by the second. “How does that flower remind you of me?” You ask slowly, pointing at it and trying not to state the obvious.

He smiles wider. “That’s because you get me all stiff, like this flower!” As he says this, he flicks the flower, making it wobble a bit in his grasp. "You make me a Naughty Boy, Dandelion."

You have to blink a few times to reorient yourself. It feels like you were just struck with lightning and revived in a split second. You look up at him, still blinking rapidly, before turning your gaze to the flower again. You barely register the genuine openness of his face, but reject it anyway. He couldn’t possibly have meant that, and not in that way. 

“Um…” You start, looking at the flower again, searching for answers as though the truth wasn’t something you craved. “What do you—”

Towa steps closer, interrupting you. Your chests are almost pressed together, and he looks down at you, the water from his hair dripping onto your face and uniform. “I think you know what I meant, Dandelion.” His voice is in a low whisper, and his eyes catch yours.

Desperate to look anywhere but Towa’s face, you look down at his nipples, still showing through his shirt. You bite your tongue and look to the side instead. If what he said was true, looking down might actually kill you. 

“Dandelion.” Towa says your nickname so gently, you can’t not at least turn to him. So you do, albeit reluctantly, glance at him questioningly. When he doesn’t budge, you uncomfortably force yourself to look at him head on, biting your lip. 

You feel the tip of something poking into your lip, and look down to see the flower. Towa presses it into the plush of your lips before pulling back, and pressing it into your lips again. You remain still, your gaze flickering between the tip of the stamen poking your lips and Towa’s gaze, locked onto your lips. He taps your lips one more time with the stamen before he holds it there, slightly pressed into them. He leans forward further, and you feel his heavy breathing caress your face. His forehead knocks into yours, and he stays there, keeping the rest of your bodies only so far from each other. 

His eyes glaze over in the dim light of the day, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. “Dandelion?” He asks, his hazy gaze still focused on your lips. 

“Yeah?” You answer hesitantly, trying not to let the nerves you were feeling show in your voice. 

You watch as Towa’s pink lips part in a sigh, and his tongue runs over them before he finally says, “If I tapped something a little bigger on your lips, do you think you’d open wide for me?"

AND WE'RE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!!! if i told u i wrote this in one setting would u believe me? bc i did it's true. i sat at my laptop and wrote this in 3 hours with little breaks in between 2 have the accursed Visions™ of what my writing would entail.

anyways. i love u guys, thank u 4 loving my writing. ofc as per usual shameless bit that I LOVE when you tell me how much you liked my writing!!!!!!! i love likes, but especially comments, asks, and tagged reblogs detailing how much you love my work! please don't be shy!

ok i was technically supposed 2 be in bed like. an hour ago LOOOOL gn everybody ily

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

roses - the chainsmokers, rozes (craving, yearning, reminiscing on times we knew, rebuilding love)

weak - ajr (falling for the same thing over again)

where would we be - nicky romero, rozes (reminiscing on the best and worst nights of your life, when you were in love)

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[piningpercussionist]

As an update to this I feel like I probably don't have the flu anymore but based on my breathing I probably have pneumonia 💀 what is my fucking luck, right?

On the bright side, I'm coughing SO much less, and am feeling infinitely less miserable than before, so- you should all see a return to usual posting within the next week, I'd imagine. You might not see the fic quite so fast, but that's because my stylus for my laptop came in, so the first thing I wanna work on when I'm well enough is gonna be reinstalling SAI (or something) and moving over some of my unfinished mobile sketches to go Fully Apeshit on them!

(ooc)

just a small little update bc my suffering is eternal- unfortunately we will not be seeing the New Years release of the first chapter for the werewolf fic, your girl might have caught the flu ✌️😔

so, yeah. Sorry y'all! Gonna rest up and hope I kick it swiftly

[ttturnitup]

a piece of your heart | kang daesung x reader

summary: distractions happen, but a shared hobby brings you closer together

word count: approx 5.6k

warnings: none, just some fluff!

author's note: this was written for day 18 of the april bigbang challenge - bonding over a shared hobby! i'm sorry for posting late, i just couldn't seem to get my stuff organised, and im sorry about the end (i really had trouble this time round) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

The morning sun filtered through the windows, warming you as you stood watching the door. You didn’t have to, of course - it’s not like you had x-ray vision that would let you see the postman before he knocked on the door. Seeing that the tracking information had changed overnight had gotten you excited, however, and you wanted to get your hands on the package as soon as possible. Impatient? Definitely, but you had never claimed to be anything else.

You were so focused on the door that the knocking startled you. You barely held back from making an embarrassing noise, moving quickly to answer the door, your excitement giving you an extra bounce in your step. You smiled warmly as you greeted your regular postman.

“Morning, Steve. Good route so far?”

“I get to see your beautiful face, so I can’t complain, can I?”

“Your husband know you’re flirting with me?”

Steve laughed, holding out the PDA for you to sign. You scribble the signature and swap the device over for the your package. Your smile grows wider as you hear the familiar rattle. You were tempted to shut the door without saying goodbye, but even your impatience had limits. You had the whole day ahead of you, anyway; a couple more moments wouldn’t do harm. Your expression gave something away, however, Steve laughing as he tucked away the PDA and adjusted his postal bag.

“I won’t keep you long today, Y/n. You look like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin. Gotta ask though, is it meant to sound like that?”

“That is the sound of happiness. It absolutely should sound like that.”

Steve simply laughed again, raising a hand in farewell. You waved back, watching for only a moment before dashing back inside, already pulling at the wrapping of the box. You paused once the door had closed behind you. The dining table would be the better option, but your eyes kept being drawn to the living room. Nostalgic memories came to the forefront: blanket forts, pieces strewn across the floor, the quiet drone of whatever show your parents were watching as you built whatever your imagination could conjure.

The decision was an easy one. You already were going to spend the day playing with Lego, so why not give into the childlike whimsy? Your back might not thank you tomorrow, but that was an issue for future you.

You hadn’t thought about Lego in years. You loved it as a kid, but as you grew up and life got busier, it fell to the wayside like things often did. It wasn’t until a co-worker gifted you a set for your birthday that you got back into it. Putting together the orchids piece by piece had brought you a sense of peace and happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time. You picked up more sets over time, keeping them aside for a day off or when you needed to disconnect from the world. But the package in your hands was different; you’d been wanting - needing - to create, but you were feeling restricted by the designs and the limited pieces. The opened package in your hands was the answer.

A giant box of classic pieces, with every colour and weird shape piece you could dream of. You dug your hand through the box, enjoying the sound of the pieces cascading like a clunky, plastic waterfall. You weren’t exaggerating before; the sound of the bricks against each other might have been loud, but it was pure happiness.

You start building. Simple things at first, little houses and structures and the like, but as the day went one, your creations got increasing complex and bizarre. Abnormally large towers with weird turrets, recreations of fairytale monsters, an attempt at a car with wings, a misshapen heart - nothing was off limits. It was freeing to just pick up the pieces and stack them together, seeing what idea you would gravitate towards next.

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The morning turned into the afternoon, and the afternoon quickly gave way to early evening. You didn’t noice at first, but once you had, reality came back to you quickly. You’d barely moved all day outside of bathroom breaks and a light snack, too engrossed in your joy. You had no regrets. You stretched, working out the pins and needles from sitting on the ground for hours, and moved towards the light switch. You flipped it on, intending on making dinner and being a responsible adult for a little bit.

A knock on the door interrupts you.

You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not at this time of the day. Curious and cautious, you made your way to the door, looking through the peep hole. When you saw who it was, you swore loudly, causing the man on the other side to call out.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Hi! Give me a moment, Daesung!”

Daesung was at your door. Daesung was waiting politely to take you on a date. A date you had completely forgotten about. You looked down at yourself - not dressed up for a date, but that could easily be fixed. The same couldn’t be said for the very visible living room.

Fuck.

You close your eyes, taking a moment to calm down. There was no need to work yourself up. Daesung had been nothing but a sweetheart since the day you met; if he was rude or mean about the scattered pieces, it was better to know now before the relationship progressed. It wasn’t a dealbreaker by any means, but you guessed it would serve as a decent litmus test.

You opened the door, and you were met with a bright smile, one that lit up Daesung’s face.

“Daesung, hi. I’m so sorry, I completely spaced out. But if you come in, I’ll be ready in a few minutes?”

You stepped aside, an invitation for Daesung. He took it, the smile never dropping.

“It’s all good! The reservations not for a little bit anyway, so we still have time.” He paused, turning back to face you. “It’s nice to see you, Y/n.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and your heart rate picked up. It was a simple statement - nothing more than small talk, really - but Daesung said it with such sincerity that it made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Instead of being overwhelming like it had in the past, Daesung’s attention made you feel warm. Safe.

“Sorry about the mess. I’ll be right back, but feel free to make yourself comfortable!”

Daesung nodded in affirmation, his eyes drifting around your apartment. You saw him linger on the Lego, and you tried to quell the anxiety. It probably meant nothing. Just looking. You couldn’t stay to watch him, though, to analyse his reactions. You didn’t want to keep him waiting for longer than he already had.

Fifteen minutes later, and you had changed into more appropriate attire. The outfit clung to your body, showing it off, but it was still classy enough for the restaurant. You checked yourself out in the mirror; you looked good. Satisfied, you made your way back out to the living room. Daesung didn’t notice you, so you gave into the earlier desire to watch him.

He picked up your creations, careful and reverent. He inspected them, turning them over, interacting with any moving part he came across. The earlier panic dissipated. It was clear that Daesung wasn’t going to mock you for your hobby, not that you thought he would; you’d just had too many people look down on you in the past for interests that they thought were childish, and you now you always expected the worst.

“Those are why I wasn’t ready.”

At the sound of your voice, he looked up, a startled expression on his face.

“Oh, Y/n! I didn’t hear you….”

His sentence trailed off as he noticed what you were wearing. His eyes looked you over, a hungry gaze in them, and you felt yourself blush again.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes! Uh, yes. Y/n, you look…. wow.”

You stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I meant my creations,” you teased, the opportunity too good to pass up, “but thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”

Silence stretched between you. Moments passed, and the longer it went on, the more you worried that you had gone too far. You took a step back, ready to apologise, when you heard Daesung make a noise. Not just any noise, though, but a giggle. It was soft at first, but it didn’t take long before it was loud, filling the room with warmth. Your lips curl up in a smile, your own laughter joining his. It wasn’t that funny of a joke, but Daesung’s joy was infectious.

“I think they’re great, Y/n,” he said, once the laughter had died away. He picked up the heart shape, inspecting it once more before holding it up to you, showing it off like it was some precious treasure.

“I think I like this one the best.”

Your real heart started to beat faster. You wouldn’t say that Daesung was in your mind when you had been making it, but that would make you a liar. You had been thinking about your first date, about how well he treated you; you thought about how you could see a future with him, despite only knowing him for a short time. That vision was stronger now, seeing him surrounded by Lego, surrounded by pieces of plastic that represented who you were.

You had always tried to believe in the philosophy that your heart knew best. It had led you astray before, and it had hurt, leaving you wary. Cautious. But seeing Daesung literally hold your heart in his hands, with such tenderness and care? It was easy to believe in that philosophy seeing the proof of it.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I think I like that one best, too. Still, I’m sorry for being late.”

Daesung shook his head, smiling wide.

“It happens to me all the time!”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah! I love Lego. It’s one of my favourite things to do on days off! It gives me a good chance to rest and - ”

“Recharge,” you finished off Daesung’s sentence. The excitement was hard to keep out of your voice, and you could see it reflected in his expression.

“Exactly! Would you like to see the last thing I built?”

Daesung pulled out his phone, and scrolled through his album to show off his latest Lego masterpiece. You responded with enthusiasm, asking him about the finer details of it, and he explained, showing different photos to highlight his talking points. You talked about your desire to just build without instructions, and Daesung admitted that he hadn’t done that in a long time, but maybe he should do it sometime soon. It was easy to get caught up in the back and forth of the conversation; you’d never really known anyone who understood this hobby of yours, at least not in real life.

The conversation would have continued for linger, if you weren't interrupted by your stomach growling. There’s more laughter as you glance over at the clock.

“Hey, Daesung, what time was the reservation?”

The tone of your voice made it clear immediately that regardless of what Daesung said, you were late. Very late. Time had gotten away from you - again. Daesung looked over at the clock, too, as if to confirm what he already knew. He let out a said little sigh, and you knew that you would do anything to make sure that never happened again, tonight or in the future.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just the Lego effect, right?”

That got you a little laugh, but it wasn’t enough. You could guess that he felt bad about your date not being, well, a date. But you had already had a good time tonight and you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye yet.

“Okay, sure, maybe the original date fell through. But you could stay, and we could order food? I just like spending time with you.”

Daesung’s eyes lit up immediately, any lingering sadness disappearing in an instant. He smiled wide, pulling you close. This time, he was the one pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I like spending time with you too, Y/n. Maybe… maybe we could spend that time building something together?”

You both looked over at the Lego before meeting each other’s gaze. You smiled wide, seeing it reflected back on Daesung’s face.

“It’s a date.”

—————————————————————————————————

Neither of you noticed when the sun came up a few hours later, too busy sharing pieces - and kisses.

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[viperineee]

Can you pls do Ambessa X Sevika no reader js them two and they both switch from being top and bottom and could you possibly add strap-ons? (I hope that makes sense)

OMG MY FIRST ASK HELLO!!! okay, i can do this but i don’t see Ambessa being a bottom at all :( my wife is literally a dom fem who demolishes pussy and Sevika is definitely the bottom, but I will do my best!

☆𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋

☆ casual sex between sevika and ambessa, technically sneaky links but that’s so ehh.

☆ cw: vaginal sex, strap on sex (both receiving), cunnilingus (a! receiving), face sitting, fingering (s! receiving), mean and pissed off ambessa, sevika just wants to be used, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, biting, vibrator used, squirting, ambessa creams I don’t make the rules, jealous Ambessa is always my fav

☆ a/n : im writing this at work but its fine cause im just a girl working a corporate job:( (i love my job i love medicine #lesbiansinmedicine) but still. anyway this is my first request so im so happy! also i was listening to gg kpop writing this, i feel like its such a contradiction cause nemonemo by yena does not fit this vibe at all

like every other Saturday, sevika found herself in a bar. while she wasn’t deep into a bottle, she had a drink or two. mostly she just wanted to win her games, killing the dreams of the men who always have drunken plans to win against her and emptying their wallets. she sat at a table, watching as people scrounged up more money to play against her again. a man, dressed in red clothing, approached her, holding a dark red envelope.

“what’s this?” she asked, taking the envelope between the fingers of her mechanical arm. the man didn’t respond, keeping his back straight and his arms at his side. sevika sized him up, realizing he was a soldier of some sort. tearing open the paper, a key dropped onto the table, along with a letter. there wasn’t much written, a majority of the paper left blank. the only thing written was the address to a nearby hotel. the cursive was so neat it looked stamped on. the words underneath the address had her stomach doing a backflip inside of her.

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢."

Such simple words, and yet Sevika couldn’t help but smirk, shoving the letter and key inside the pocket of her pants. waving the man off, she took her time playing the next game. in fact, she played and won two games before finally leaving the bar. walking to the hotel, she found the room and used the key to go inside. the room had Ambessa written all over it, the smell of amber and honey flooded Sevika’s sense of smell. Ambessa sat at the vanity, getting her hair braided by a smaller woman. She had brown skin and long black hair that was also braided.

Ambessa looked at Sevika through the mirror, her light brown eyes looking over the woman before checking the time. “You’re late.” Was all she said, allowing the braider to finish before waving her off. The woman was quick to gather her materials, rushing out of the room as if it was on fire. Sevika couldn’t help but watch her go, the quick sway of her hips as she retreated out the door.

“I was doing something.” Sevika shrugged, taking her red cloak off and tossing it to the side, letting it fall onto a chair. Ambessa ran her fingers through her braids, nodding approvingly at the neatness before she stood up. Sevika could tell something had Ambessa mad, it was practically seeping from her pores. Sevika’s eyes dropped lower, studying the deep V of Ambessa’s robe, how it exposed the rounds of her breast, watching them shift with every step she took.

Ambessa stopped right in front of Sevika, grabbing her face and forcing the woman to look up at her. Ambessa stared into her silver eyes, her own gold colored ones swimming with anger and something else Sevika couldn’t decipher. Not that she wanted to. The roughness of Ambessa’s nails digging into her skin was enough to send a wave of lust right through her body, her pussy throbbing.

“Been so busy fucking your whores at the brothels? Is that what’s been keeping you so busy?” Ambessa asked, although it sounded almost rhetorical. Sevika, despite Ambessa squishing her face roughly, still managed to muster up an attitude. “Oh yeah, been swimming in pussy.” She chuckled, and Ambessa slapped her.

Sevika was stuck, head turned to the side as the stinging echoed in her face. Ambessa had her hand raised still, fuming at Sevika’s lack of respect. “Fucking bitch, is this a game to you?” Ambessa pushed Sevika toward the bed. Sevika turned, her eyes swimming with that same vulnerability that made Ambessa’s cunt throb. Ambessa pulled the rope of her robe, letting the silk drop to the floor.

“Get on the bed. Since you want to have such a mouth, we’re putting it to use.” Ambessa nodded to the plush bed. “And strip. Whores like you are only good naked.” She added, and suddenly, Sevika felt like it was twenty years ago all over again. The nerves of stripping, like she was losing her virginity. With an expectant look from Ambessa, Sevika began losing her clothes. Shirt, pants, socks, bra, underwear, until she was completely nude.

Ambessa could see the gleam of wetness coming from Sevika’s pussy, and she almost laughed if not for her mood. Of course Sevika got off on being degraded, she lived for it in fact. When Sevika laid flat on the bed, Ambessa stood over her, eyes glued to her pussy. The same pussy that had her in such a pissy mood is going to be the one to get rid of it.

“I told you I didn’t want you fucking any one else while I was fucking you. Didn’t I?” Ambessa asked, pulling her legs open. When she didn’t receive an answer, Ambessa landed a smack against her pussy. Not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough that it had poor Sevika yelping at the sensation. “Yes! You did.” Sevika panted, and Ambessa nodded.

Opening the nightstand, Ambessa pulled out a dildo. It was almost comically vibrant in its red shade. Ambessa climbed onto the bed, placing a leg on either side of Sevika as she positioned herself over Sevika’s face. “Put your tongue to use, and don’t stop until I tell you.” And with that, Ambessa lowered her pussy to Sevika’s face. She didn’t place all of her weight down, being larger than her, but it was still a good amount.

Sevika was happy to oblige, obedient like a dog. Her tongue, warm and wet, lapped at the slick coming from the older woman. She wasn’t missing a single drop, like someone from the desert having their first drink of water after a few days. Ambessa allowed herself to relax for the first few minutes, her sighs dipping into moans and Sevika’s tongue circled her clit. “Love eating pussy, don’t you?” Ambessa ran a hand through Sevika’s hair, bucking her hips once Sevika pressed her tongue against Ambessa’s sopping hole.

Ambessa reached her arm back, not having to stretch much. She teased the dildo along Sevika’s clit, tapping it against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The action alone had Sevika’s tongue stuttering against Ambessa’s clit, her whine creating a light vibration. Sevika did her best to get more friction, raising her hips to rub her clit along the length of the dildo, wetting it in the process.

“So eager to get fucked, aren’t you? I’m not even sure you deserve it after the shit you’ve been pulling.” Ambessa pressed the head of the toy against Sevika’s entrance, pulling it back up to rub against her clit. Sevika put more effort into her licking and sucking, hoping it would show just how much she needed it. “Fuck, that’s a good pet.” Ambessa moaned, pushing the head inside of Sevika’s pussy, deciding she’s earned that at least.

The sounds coming from below Ambessa were down right lewd, enough to put the best porn to shame. Sevika was enjoying her spot, obnoxiously slurping Ambessa’s wet while Ambessa teasingly fucked her with the head of the dildo. The feel of her thighs tightening around Sevika’s head was a clear signal she was going to cum soon. And nothing was soft about Ambessa, besides maybe her skin. The woman bathed in honey and milk for crying out loud.

“Tongue feels so fucking good.” Ambessa’s head fell back, letting down her efforts and pushing more of the dildo inside of Sevika’s pussy. The stretch caused a gasp to tear from Sevika’s through, and that was enough to make Ambessa cum. She rode her high out on Sevika’s face, rubbing her clit along the woman’s nose. And Sevika, being the box muncher she was, drank it all up. When Ambessa lifted her hips, she saw the thin sheen of white covering Sevika’s lips and part of her nose.

“Look at you, covered in my cum. Such a pretty sight.” Ambessa praised, using the tips of her fingers to smear her cum around Sevika’s face. She enjoyed it to be messy. She shifted her position once again, pulling Sevika up and pressing an open kiss to her lips, tasting herself on her tongue. Ambessa broke the kiss to look down at Sevika’s needy cunt, and the way she was trying to subtly fuck herself. The sight alone had Ambessa throbbing, despite just having an orgasm. And yet, Ambessa wasn’t feeling that merciful yet. So, with a wet 𝘱𝘰𝘱, Ambessa pulled the dildo out.

“I did what you asked, what the hell?” Sevika sat up on her elbows, upset by the empty feeling in her cunt. It was almost as if karma was playing with her life, watching Ambessa pull out the familiar black harness. Ambessa slid a bullet vibrator into the crotch part of the harness before handing it to Sevika.

Like a mind reader, Sevika plucked the harness from Ambessa’s hand without a word. She stood sliding into the harness without much issue. It wasn’t until Sevika laid back down did she feel the first low vibration, the pleasure shooting up her spine like lightning. Ambessa smirked, her gold eyes glinting with slyness that Sevika recognized all too well.

“Tell you what. If you make me cum before you, I’ll fuck you. Plain and simple. But if you cum before me, that’s it. And I’ll send you back to that-” she paused, a shift in her expression to show her mild disdain, “pigsty you call a bar.” Ambessa adjusted her lip ring, the expensive gold a beautiful sight on her brown skin. Sevika felt her thighs clench before she tried to force them to relax. “That’s it, huh? I’m sure I can manage.” She bit out, trying to hide the obvious mental fight she was having with herself.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, swinging one leg over Sevika and angling her wet hole over the strap-on. She lowered herself fully, bottoming out in one single stroke. Her breathing hitched, and Sevika enjoyed the show above her. Ambessa’s breasts, large and decorated with lighter stretch marks, rising and falling with every bounce. She was entranced, Sevika’s always had a thing for tits after all.

Ambessa noticed her staring, and she pinched Sevika’s nipple, bringing her back to the moment. “Focus, girl. Barely started and you’ve lost your voice.” Ambessa teased , her eyes briefly shutting for a moment as she found her rhythm. Sevika scoffed, raising her hips to fuck Ambessa deeper. “Didn’t…lose shit.” Sevika grunted, and Ambessa clicked the vibrator higher.

“Mind your - fuck- tone.” Ambessa moaned, the cock’s tip pressing into her g-spot just enough. She looked down, watching Sevika’s eyes widen, a thin sheen of tears coating them. “Riding me so go-od.” Sevika keened, her thrusts became faster, more precise. She grabbed Ambessa’a hip, pulling her down to meet her thrusts as best she could.

And Ambessa let her, allowing her control which was rare. She enjoyed the ride instead, letting Sevika’s free hand grope her tit, tweaking her nipple as she fucked her from underneath. She couldn’t deny her approaching orgasm, she couldn’t help it. The sound of skin slapping skin, Sevika’s pathetic sounds, and the sight of her losing her mind like she was getting fucked was a sight to see.

“Keep it up, you’re doing so good. So good for me, aren’t you?” Ambessa placed her hand over Sevika’s, letting her head fall back as she chased her high. The sound of Ambessa’s moans in her throat, trying to keep them at bay to not fuel Sevika’s ego, didn’t go unnoticed. With a few quick circles to her clit, Ambessa came 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. “Fuck - mmh- right there.” Ambessa gasped, holding Sevika’s wrist.

Sevika was in awe of the amount of cum that spilled from Ambessa, practically coating her entire cock with pretty cream. But more than that, Sevika was happy she was going to get fucked finally. Once Ambessa rode out her orgasm, she looked down at Sevika with an almost proud look. She climbed off, turning the vibrator off completely and helping Sevika out of the harness. “You’ve earned your reward.” Ambessa noted, adorning the strap-on herself.

“Fucked you good, huh?” Sevika panted out. Ambessa spread her legs, not saying anything. In truth, she was going to fuck Sevika regardless. She knows how much the Zaunite needs her needy hole fucked, how deep and rough she needed it. She needed to be pounded into the mattress, and Ambessa was the only one who could do it the way she liked.

“Everytime I think you’re being good.” Ambessa tuts, and lined the strap with Sevika’s pussy, not bothering to tease her further tonight. “You run your 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩." Ambessa pushed inside her, and Sevika practically screamed at the intrusion. She swore she felt it in her throat, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as stars dot her vision.

“Fuck!” She gasped, feeling Ambessa pull back until just the tip rested inside of her cunt, thrusting in again harshly. Every thrust left Sevika crying for more, her words lost in her brain. Ambessa pulled Sevika’s thighs, resting her legs on her shoulders before leaning over Sevika. This angle hit the deepest, and Ambessa mocked Sevika’s moans. “Hah, hah, hah.” Ambessa moaned, mimicking the way Sevika sounded with every thrust of her hips. “Fucking falling apart around my cock. Look how well your pussy is taking me. Greedy little thing.” Ambessa said in her ear, her hand gripping the roots of Sevika’s hair tightly.

“So full, - hah - in my stomach.” Sevika whined out, feeling so much pressure all at once she was barely able to get the words out. This only made Ambessa speed up, the bed squeaking from the amount of force she used. “Gonna cum for me, yeah? Show me just how good I’m treating you.” Ambessa ordered, and she could almost feel how hard Sevika clenched around her cock.

Sevika felt a rush of heat run through her body, that coil in her stomach snapping as she let go completely. Ambessa felt the warm liquid against her skin, soaking the bed underneath them. Ambessa looked in pride, watching Sevika squirt until she physically couldn’t anymore, pushing Ambessa’s arm. “Can’t take more, please.” She begged, and with a final thrust, Ambessa pulled out, watching her squirt out another small amount onto the bed. “Squirted all over me. That good?” Ambessa raised a brow, taking the strap off and tossing it aside as she went to find a few towels.

After cleaning Sevika up, Ambessa placed a new towel under her, letting her regather her thoughts. Once she found her words again, her brain clearing the lustful haze, Sevika looked at Ambessa with a smirk. “Same time next week?”

[gayestcowboy]

fantasy dildo recs please? im trying to find one that isnt like $100 but is still good and reputable and wont fill my body with microplastics. ive been looking at neotori and they look great but;; the price;;; anyway yeah recs please?

hi! i have a lot of information for you.

first off, my specific recommendations of fantasy toy shops i’ve bought from or know to be reputable: uberrime, wandering bard, twilight meadow creations, strange bedfellas, pleasure forge, pp sculptors, batbites, xenocat artifacts. all of these shops have toys under 100 usd. uberrime especially has a huge selection including non-fantasy, realistic, and dual density. my top 3 fantasy toys right now are TMC’s ambrose (mini), wandering bard’s shadow demon (x small), and uberrime’s ardor dragon (small). highly recommend ambrose to transmascs with bottom growth. also it looks cool as fuck. mine is bright green and yellow.

second, this google doc is a masterpost of fantasy and fantasy-adjacent sex toy companies (created as a list of alternatives to bad dragon) and is organized quite well, and includes some shops to be wary of. it was last updated in 2022 so it’s outdated, but it’s massive and still quite useful. safe fantasy toys dot com also lists body safe toy companies, although you should still check reputability of the company before you buy (some of the companies listed on the site should still be avoided for various reasons— try cross checking with the google doc, browsing reddit, etc). all of the specific companies i recommend in this post use platinum silicone only, but if you go searching for other toys make sure to avoid jelly and other porous materials because they cannot be sanitized properly and will store bacteria. just like with piercing and body jewelry (another one of my special interests lol), it’s always better to pay more for safety when it’s something going inside your body. reputable stores will always list the material, and tend to have pages on their sites with even more specific information on their silicone. shipping also affects the price, especially international shipping.

also, when youre shopping for fantasy toys, make sure you check the sizing. smaller toys are frequently under 100 usd. many fantasy toys tend to be quite large anyways, especially knotted toys (many small knotted toys still have diameters of 2”+ which is usually too large for me personally. for reference i think the average human penis is somewhere around 1.5” diameter.) there’s so much diversity in fantasy toys that you will probably be able to find toys that fit your desired length/girth and are still classified as small and therefore less expensive. if you’re new to fantasy toys or have trouble with insertion (or even just have an average sized vagina/rectum), small fantasy toys can be cost efficient and accessible and more fun than more standard toys. many stores will also sell b-grade toys at a discount for minor cosmetic flaws that don’t affect usage. also, there’s a pretty big market for secondhand toys/dong sales on twitter, reddit, etc so if you’re willing to buy secondhand, that can be more cost efficient. quality silicone toys can be properly sanitized by boiling and other methods. for more cheap options— good glass toys can frequently be under 50 usd, and are easy to sanitize. also, tantus isn’t quite a fantasy brand, but it’s very high quality and has some great toys on the cheaper side (i love the tantus magma). and if you want a really good cheap vibrator, the romp hype is amazing and only 35 usd.

i am by no means an expert, just incredibly autistic, but i hope this helps! i’m always happy to try answering questions about sex toys!

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝DO YOUR DANCE, SATORU!❞

— poly satosugu! x reader shenanigans from nanami’s pov :3, + haibara’s alive because i like to be happy

bzzt!

the vibration of his phone catches nanami’s attention. there’s a high possibility it’s not work since it’s so late in the evening, so it’s likely the groupchat gojo forced you into forcing nanami to join. so he ignores it. he’s in the middle of making himself dinner, and it’s probably just gojo with his regular nonsense anyway. nanami continues chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, boiling water in preparation for a stew, and it’s not until everything’s finally in the pot that he decides to check his lockscreen.

y/n :): 1 attachment

y/n :): $1 and i’ll make him do this in a cheerleading outfit

nanami quirks a brow at that. with 0 context, this conversation is already off to a rough start.

gojo.: NO WAY IM NOT DOING THAT

y/n :): if you don’t it means you don’t love me

gojo.: that is MY line and also NOT how this works

y/n :): 1 attachment

y/n :): SUGUUU <33

Geto: <3

gojo.: YOU TWO HATE ME??

Shoko: aw fuck he beat me to it

gojo.: YOU GUYS SUCK

the conversation devolves further into utter insanity, and the beep of the oven draws nanami’s attention. a sweet smell of cooked batter enters his nostrils, and he becomes distracted with the cake in his oven, mind drowning out the subsequent buzzes and chirps of his phone.

it’s not until a busy week later, as nanami lounges on his couch watching whatever movie, that he remembers the past conversation. curiosity gets the better of him, and he unlocks his phone to scroll through heaps of inane messages, mostly between you and gojo with whoever’s sassy remarks in between, until he sees this:

y/n :): 1 attachment

y/n :): GOT HIS ASS

gojo.: FUCJING STOPP

gojo.: UNSEND THAT RIGHT NOW

Shoko: LOLL

Yu!: wow pink really suits you!!

it’s a video with various bubble reactions on it, most of which are ‘haha!’. The thumbnail is blurry, so nanami decides to watch and see what all the fuss is about. surely it must be something humiliating if gojo is this adamantly against it.

the video starts with gojo, arms crossed and a deep frown carved into his face. hints of his…outfit peek out from behind you, who’s fiddling with the pigtails in his short locks, tied together with tiny, pink ribbons.

“ ‘kay, all done!” you step back, only to reveal gojo in a cropped, white cheer top and pink, pleated skirt, both of which stretch against his abs and toned legs. a pink mask much like his usual one covers his eyes. thigh highs, or rather knee highs on him, wrapped around gojo's calves and pink slides which are obviously not his if the way the backs of his feet hang off them is any indication.

you step out of frame, not before giving gojo a thumbs up paired with your girlish giggle, but he makes no effort to move. geto’s voice sounds behind the camera, close to signal he’s the one recording.

“c’mon, now, i paid good money for this.” there’s amusement laced in his tone.

gojo’s jaw goes slack, mouth gaped open and hands falling to his hips, making him look even more sassy with this current getup. “it’s a fucking dollar!”

“and it’s gonna be a dollar well spent.,” geto quips. “c’mon, you look great, just do it.”

your voice calls out beside geto. “yeah, you’re such a cute little cheer captain! do your dance, satoru, go, go, go–!”

gojo's head falls back on camera, any protests drowned out by you and geto’s rampant, continuous cheering. he mouths something before jumping to spread his legs in a 'v', both hands raising above him to form peace signs. his lips jut out in a pout before he forces a kissy face; eyes scrunched closed and you and geto cheer 'wooo!' as gojo dances and cheers on camera, pigtails bouncing the entire time.

the video ends abruptly, with gojo hunched over in exhaustion, wiping sweat from his forehead. nanami blinks in surprise, rubbing the smirk away from his lips. it takes a few clicks to save the video, and he makes sure to bring it up next time gojo decides to bother him.

[cvpidzcvrse]

ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

MDNI, step off pls and thank u

✦A/N: ITS BEEN LIKE 4EVER IM SO SRY!! i’ve been lolligagin for too long but im here finally! I barely proof read this I'm ngl so if you see any typos just ignore them. Let’s also pretend that im not writing a halloween theme fic in july, we don’t talk abt that. Anyways, enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and Suguru decide to hold a Halloween party at your shared house. Of course, Suguru being the tease he is, makes sure you have the time of your life tonight.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Wc: 2,673

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warning: semi-public small, 4th wall breaks, vibrator, light exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation, edging, maskplay, spanking, squirting, oral fem!receiving, and ofc creampie (practice safe sex).

(reader is black)

It’s 9:00 PM on Halloween. You were able to convince Suguru to help you throw this year's party at your shared home. With Kendrick Lamar playing softly in the background, you blow yourself a kiss in the mirror. You look gorgeous with your vampy makeup on. You finish glossing your lips before smiling, you stare at yourself admiring every curve and beauty mark on your dark brown skin. Something was missing from your vampire costume and you can’t put your finger on it.

“You’re missing fangs, sweetheart”

Almost like he was reading your mind, Suguru is leaning on the doorframe handing you your poly grip fangs. He places a small kiss on your hand before walking off.

“Aren’t you gonna help me? As my loving boyfriend, you should.”

You flutter your falses, giving him the most cute girlfriend look you can muster. He chuckles before begrudgingly agreeing and walking into the bathroom with you. He grabs your waist and lifts you on top of the bathroom counter. He gives your nose a small peck before opening your mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Why can’t you just do this yourself?”

He mumbles before taking one of the fangs and sticking it to your canine. He takes a step back to see how it looks before laughing loudly.

“What? Did you put it on wrong? Why are you laughing?”

He rests his hand on your hips before planting a steamy kiss on your lips. You smile before handing him the other fang. 

“Not too much, I just finished my makeup and people will be here soon.”

He rolls his eyes before playfully snatching the other fang from your hand.

“Open up for me, beautiful.”

He taps your bottom lip with his thumb before you open your mouth. You notice how concentrated he is, His long raven hair in a half-up-half-down style, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his tongue poking his mouth slightly. You find it cute and let out a small chuckle, ruining his concentration. 

“Stop laughing, you messed me up”

You roll your eyes as he’s back in your mouth…fixing the fangs, of course. 

“Keep rolling them and I’ll have them stuck like that.” 

He chuckles at his joke before returning to his very boring facial expression. You’re happy your skin hid the blood rushing to your cheeks after his very bold statement. You grab his wrist and push his hand away from your mouth, giving him a very shocked expression. 

“What do you mean by that? Are you trying to get sexual with me?”

Your hand grabs your imaginary pearls, mouth agape. Suguru rolls his eyes at your antics before grabbing your cheek to keep your mouth open. 

“We don’t have time for you to be goofing off, my love. Sit still so I can finish these fangs and we can finish setting up, alright?”

His mouth is right against your ear, you can feel his breath grazing your skin. You get goosebumps all over and your spine shivers at the tension. You nod slowly, crossing your legs hoping it’ll stop your clit from pulsing. 

“Good girl…see how easy that was”

He smirks before taking a step back, appreciating the sight of you. The red corset hugged your body so well, he wanted to rip it off of you right there but he had other plans. 

“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? Are you still up for it?”

You stare at your fake fangs in the mirror, completely loving this dark look you have. You turn to Geto and give him a sweet smile. 

“It’s already in…c’mon let’s finish up.”

You whisper before tossing him his Ghostface mask and walking out of the bathroom. He watches as your hips sway side to side and the short black skirt moves along with it. Curses flew from his mouth before his phone lit up with a text. 

‘Toru: We’re outside loser, open up :)‘

10:46 PM. 

The floor of the house is vibrating as music is booming loudly through the speakers. People are squashed everywhere, the air filled with booze and sex. People making out in dark corners, red solo cups filled with god knows what, and people everywhere. You and Suguru had a decent amount of friends so your shared house was packed. 

“Everyone and they mama in this bitch! Suguru must have a lot of friends!”

Kiara, your best friend since elementary school, shouted over the music. She decided to be a witch this Halloween, even though her hat is long gone and she has no clue where it went. You roll your eyes at her backhanded comment. You two continue to talk, well gossip about the people at your party. Even though you loved Suguru with all your heart you couldn’t stand some of his friends. Your gossip comes to a close as you’re rudely interrupted by the boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru. Best friends dating best friends, it’s like a fanfic waiting to happen. 

“What’s up ladies, need saving?” 

Saturu grins widely, flashing us his fake FBI badge and pulling his round sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. Kiara rolls her eyes and gives her boyfriend a playful punch in his arm.

“Toru, you’re so corny stop.”

“I wasn’t corny last night when I was-” 

“Shut up!”

You chuckle at their banter before you feel a sudden shock coming from inside. You look up at Geto and notice a cheesy grin on his face. 

‘This nigga…’

He turned on the Bluetooth vibrator that’s submerged inside of you. Luckily it’s on the lowest setting so it's bearable, but that doesn’t mean it's unnoticeable. 

“Hey babe, are you ok?”

Suguru gives the fakest pout ever, now drawing the attention of our friends. You give them an awkward smile as you shuffle slightly in your space. The toy buzzes softly on your G-spot. 

“I…I’m fine, these…uh shoes…are starting to get…uncomfortable.”

You give them one small smile before speed-walking upstairs to your bedroom. Suguru gives a soft pat on the shoulder and follows close behind you. Saturu tilts his head in confusion before shrugging it off and continuing to bother his girlfriend. 

“Ew nigga! Did you just lick me?”

Kiara’s fusing fades away as you finally make it to your bedroom. That was the most agonizing 10 seconds of your life. Who knows what would’ve happened if it was turned up any higher? You hear the bedroom door open then close, and then the buzzing stops. You whimper at the sudden lack of pleasure. You turn to face Suguru and his shit-eating grin. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You left so soon, I got worried.”

 His silky voice laced with condescending undertones, it pisses you off. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it though. You agreed to this now you have to follow through with your dumb idea of a game. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

Your words didn’t go unpunished, you quickly regretted your statement when you felt a string buzz on your G-spot. You quickly buckle and grab at Suguru’s arm.

“I'm what? Say louder so I can hear you”

Buzz Buzz

He turned it up higher, a threatening look in his eyes. He’s ready to turn you into a puddle of lust at any moment now all he needs is a word. You give him pleading eyes praying that he’ll turn the damn thing off. 

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! Please S…Suguru!”

He chuckles at your shameless begging before turning it off and helping you stand straight. 

“This is the only time I’m willing to be nice. Let’s not have this happen again, OK?”

You nod, putting your hands on his shoulders hoping to steady yourself from the recent orgasm scare. 

“I…I’m gonna go back down, and please have mercy on me.”

He chuckles, watching you walk slowly out of the room before shutting the door behind you and leaving him with only the lewd thought to keep him company. He shifts his pants slightly, trying to make the tent in his pants less obvious. 

12:04 AM. 

The party had died down a little, the music shifted from hip-hop to neo-soul, the crowd less rowdy, and the smell of weed in the air. Kiara was talking with Shoko about the newest Love Island: USA episode that aired the day before, Satoru and Suguru were sharing a blunt in the corner of the room with a few of their friends, and you were making another drink in the kitchen. 

“You’re (✰), right? I’m Nanami, I’m from your psychology class at the university.”

You turn to see a tall blonde man dressed in dress pants, a tie, a button-up shirt, and a sweater. You knew exactly who he was.

“I remember you, I didn't expect you to come! Wait let me guess! You’re dressed as Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds?”

He nods and you cheer excitedly jumping a bit, your partially exposed tits moving along with you. Nanami blushes slightly, catching a glimpse of your tits, he looks away shyly. You smile wide before going on a tangent about Criminal Minds. You two talked for about 45 minutes, about; characters, episodes, unsubs, and even the actors themselves. 

You’ve been ignoring the holes being burned into the side of your head. You feel Suguru’s eyes scanning your body from head to toe. Watching the way your tits jiggle when you laugh and the way Nanami’s are looking at you the same way he is. Suguru was livid, how dare you continue to entertain this guy who wants to fuck you as badly as he did. But who would blame him, you’re hot. 

“Listen, Spencer had every right to become an unsub. I-”

Buzz Buzz. 

You grip your cup slightly at the sharp vibration plaguing your inside. Your G-spot is being tortured by a tiny little button from across the room. You notice him already staring at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He was enjoying this and it was your fault, what type of masochist were you? 

“Are you ok (✰)?” Buuuuzz.

You nod slightly, now shifting your attention to the ground. That asshole switched it to the highest setting out of nowhere. You’re leaning on the kitchen counter with both hands, your vision blurred and your senses turned off. 

“Are you sure? Did you drink too much? What happened to me?”

He places his hand on the small of your back and that sends Suguru into a frenzy. You glance to see Suguru rapidly tapping on his phone. Simultaneously you feel the vibrations getting faster and harder, you’re practically slouching on the counter. 

“I’ll get you a bottle of water from the cooler, I’ll be back!”

Nanami rushes out of the kitchen and heads out to the backyard patio. You were so close to cumming but you knew you couldn’t luckily the moment Nanami left Surguru turned it off. You send him a sharp glare before grabbing what’s left of your drink and walking out of the kitchen. 

1:30 AM. 

The party was over and everyone had left by now but Kiara and Satoru. He was slumped on the couch with Kiara asleep in his lap. You smile at the couple before putting a soft blanket on Kiara. Suguru cleans up the last of the cups in the kitchen and the living room before making his way over to you. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night long, how about we have some real fun.”

You whisper slowly, your hands already making their way down to his cock. You trace his v-line slowly before he grabs your hand and drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He leads you inside before closing the door and locking it. A passionate kiss leads to him pushing you on the bed and removing your skirt. 

“Take the vibrator out..”

He spreads your legs apart watching as you push your panties to the side and take out a bright pink vibrator. It’s coated in your juices and your panties are soaked from the night's activities. He groans before getting on his knees and peppering small kisses on your clit. You whined as he pushed his tongue inside of your cunt. Your clit was sensitive from being edged all night by your beautiful boyfriend.

“S-Suguru, I-I’m…mmph…sensitive!”

That doesn’t stop Suguru from wreaking havoc on your pleading clit. He chuckles at your failed attempt to get him to slow down. He continued his attack on your clit, he sucked and kissed it like you were gonna die right then and there. He takes one of his fingers and pushes it inside of you slowly. His fingers disappear inside as you grip the sheets under you. Your orgasm is now closer than ever.

“S-Suguru!”

You covered his finger with your fluids, he gave your clit one final lick before standing up and unbuckling his belt. 

“Can you keep the mask on? You look really hot from this angle.”

He chuckles at your request before taking off his black fitted shirt. This was a sight to see, your legs draped over his shoulders, Suguru with nothing but a mask on, and his pants lowered just enough so his cock was out. 

“You won the bet fair and square. I guess I have to give you your reward.”

He strokes his hard cock a bit before pushing it inside of you. Your pussy swallows his cock whole with a sloppy wet noise. 

“Fuck…that’s it…” 

Suguru's head falls back in pleasure as he groans from the way your Pussy lets him in. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out of your pleasure stopping you from expressing it. Suguru’s pace speeds up viciously, the tip of his cock leaves kisses on your cervix. 

“S-Shit Suguru! S-S-Slow down!”

He lets out a huff completely ignoring your pleading and his pace gets even more aggressive now than before. The mask and the way he has you bent is making you wetter and wetter. The bed creaks under you and the room smells like a mix of sex and weed. Even though you couldn’t see his face you knew his eyes were low and bloodshot. 

“Aww, is my slut tired already? Fuck...You can take it.”

His voice was laced with false pity and his tone was very condescending. You whined knowing no matter what you said it wouldn’t stop his strokes. You filled the room with loud moans and wet sounds, your pussy giving away how you truly felt. You felt your core bubble with heat you knew your orgasm was coming soon. 

“Sugu…Fuck, I’m about to cum!”

Suguru hums before grabbing the vibrator tossed to the side and turning it to its highest setting. Your eyes widen when you hear the rapid buzzing from his hand. You shake your head pleading he doesn’t play with your sensitive clit. He places the vibrator on your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You grip the sheets harder than you did before. Noise is barely leaving your mouth just gasping and airy moans. 

You clench around his cock as his pace gets sloppy. His cock twitches inside of you signaling his orgasm is close by. 

“You’re doing so well. Shit…cum for me baby.” 

Almost on cue, you squirt all over his cock and cover it with your pleasure. White ropes shoot inside of you and a white ring covers the base of his cock. He groans and huffs as his orgasm crashes with yours. You sit in silence for a bit, and both of you are drunk off of ecstasy. It took a few minutes before Suguru pulled out and got you ready for bed leaving small kisses all over your body. 

“I’m gonna go get you a bottle of water, ok?” 

You nod and he kisses you on your forehead. He walks over to the door and opens up seeing a very perplexing sight. Kiara was standing there mid-knock with a very dazed look.”

“Just…uh…wanted to say we were…um leaving. Yeah uh…see ya!”

She definitely heard everything.