#currently one dumb take from a crash out

[literallysweetheartgreer]

This is moreso in response to the reply that was given to this post.

People's reasoning for disliking Bright Eyes is valid but in that same vein it is so fucking crazy cause yall will sit and kiss the asses of characters who do the same shit and worse. The motherfucker was nosy and curious and it ended badly and that somehow warrants yall to say/do shit so vile that Erik literally had to shut it the fuck down. It's disgusting and I will never not be resentful of that fact.

And if yalls reasoning truly was the disregarding of feelings then why do I see motherfuckers defending Cutie for dear life, or early Angel when they tried to pressure David into shifting, or Darlin who consistently disregarded people's concerns for their health and how it might've been affecting them? Yes the situations are different but if your problem at heart was the disregarding of feelings then a lot of our most loved characters would not be fan favs.

Another thing, what the fuck do you mean "even after the turning." Was Bright Eyes not also freshly turned and fucking horrified? I raise you this; That night in Wonderworld do you think Vincent was busy trying to make sure Stranger wasn't having a panic attack while William was turning him? Or right after?

If your answer is yes then I'm gonna need you to take a fucking class on Media Literacy and Reading Comprehension oh and COMMON FUCKING SENSE????? That is a traumatic event for any and all who experience it, we didn't expect lovely to be coddling Vincent during their turning, we didn't expect Vincent to be coddling Stranger during his either so why the FUCK are you expecting that of Bright Eyes??? Make it make sense.

R.I.P Bright Eyes you will always be famous ily

!! DISCLAIMER, PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG ON ANYTHING, AND I’M MORE THAN OPEN TO DISCUSSIONS AND THINGS, BUT PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL !!

I’m not exactly sure where this realization came from but like

I listened to the first audio of Fred and Bright eyes a couple months back via a Google drive, and I genuinely don’t get why people hated Bright Eyes so much?? Like

Okay, they were walking around an abandoned amusement park at night and were nosy despite Fred telling them not to, but if we’re going by that logic Lovely and Darlin’ / Tank would also be bad people, right?

Darlin’ for lying to David and going out on their own to hunt Quinn down, And Lovely for doing the exact same thing Bright Eyes did, Walking around an abandoned amusement park at night! And yes, you could argue that if Fred & Bright weren’t there in the first place they wouldn’t have been attacked, but from my understanding if they were able to be turned via Sam, they were previously human and had no knowledge of supernatural creatures such as vampires existing due to co-vert and such!

Justice for fred and bright eyes, so sad I didn’t get to experience them firsthand

[semiloml]

cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!

Daichi had been patient. Too patient.

But now? Now he was done holding back.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”

you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.

you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.

“Daichi—”

“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*

the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”

You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.

“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”

Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.

“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.

“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”

You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.

“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”

Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.

Then, finally, his grip softened.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”

You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.

And you weren’t complaining.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM

[dollfacefantasy]

34 + 35 ♡

older bf!toji fushiguro x fem!reader

you tell toji you can handle a 69, and he wants you to prove it to him.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, 69ing, oral sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, light praise/degradation

“Get to it, doll. You said you could do it,” your boyfriend teases from beneath you.

Toji’s hand meets your ass hard, a clear smack ringing throughout the room. You nearly topple over onto him from the jolt but stabilize yourself before you crash. Your hands grab onto his hips as you glance down at his toned body.

It’s where you were heading anyways, so you relax your arms and lower yourself. Your abdomen rests flush against his. Your face hovers a few inches from his cock. It was already hard, the tip an even brighter red against the pale skin of his pelvis. It’d been in your mouth before countless times, but never while he also had his face buried between your legs.

“C’mon. You wanted a proper 69, didn’t ya? Gotta put it in your mouth then, sweet thing,” he coos.

His own hands currently ghosted up and down the back of your thighs, leaving chills in their wake. He teasingly nips and kisses at the skin leading up to your center. Your anticipation builds, and you know you do in fact need to get to it. It was your idea after all. He’d just gotten back from a bounty, one he actually collected successfully. He was in a better mood than normal, just wanted you to sit on his face as a treat.

You couldn’t just be happy with that generous offer. Too many comments about how hard he was ended up with the two of you debating whether or not you could handle 69ing. You knew you couldn’t. You went dumb with his cock in your mouth while on your knees with nothing distracting you. But you couldn't just let him be right all the time, that was no fun.

Now you’re here though. Your fingers curl around the base of his cock tentatively as you spit a decent amount of saliva onto the head. You watch it dribble down the veiny shaft. It takes a little to go down the full length to your fingers, but as soon as it does, you start stroking. Up and down, your hand squeezes gently as you get his dick slippery.

“Daddy’s not gonna start till I feel those pretty lips wrapped around me,” he whispers, his way of saying stop wasting time while in a good mood.

Parting your lips, you take it just like he taught you to. Just like he likes it. You suckle the tip deeper and bob your head, swirling your tongue and flicking it against the little ridge. His chest deflates under you as he lets out a pleasured sigh.

It doesn’t take him long to return the favor though. His tongue darts out and laps at your clit. His large hands hold your hips firmly in place. There was no squirming away from this. Each breath gave him a hit of your heady scent. 

For him, this was heaven. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried this with you sooner. He got to have that precious little mouth on his cock while devouring his baby like she was the finest meal on earth.

You, on the other hand, weren’t faring as well. You were already shuddering from the sensations. Each stripe he licked over your cunt, each swipe against your swollen bud made you whine and just wanna melt on top of him.

You keep trying though. You suck more of him into your mouth, stroking the part of him you aren’t ready for yet. Spit leaks from your mouth and coats even more of his length which pulses in your mouth. The weight of it on your tongue has your mind beginning to swirl. Precum oozes from the head and coats your tongue.

“Daddy…” you whine, but it comes out garbled because of the dick in your mouth.

He chuckles and gives you another nice slap on the ass. “That’s right, baby. You’re takin’ daddy so good, makin’ me proud,” he mutters into your pussy.

He holds you down tighter, pressing your cunt right up close to his face. His tongue laves at your sensitive bundle of nerves, twirling around it, teasing it with tiny flitting motions and then overwhelming you with a harsh suck. Your whimpers get louder while your hand slows down on his cock.

You gotta make him proud though. You force yourself to take more, lodging him as far in your throat as you can get him. He hears the little gag that comes from you as you try to get your mouth all the way around his shaft. His lips morph into a smirk against your center. He continues making out with your cunt like he’s trying to take in every last drop of you.

As he gets sloppier, going from precise and calculated to messy and open-mouthed, you start to lose it a bit. Your hands shake, and you have to grip his hips to keep yourself somewhat steady. You keep sucking his cock, hollowing your cheeks and rhythmically rising and falling. More needy whimpers fall from your lips. You try to rock your hips, but he’s got a good grip on ‘em.

“It's getting harder, isn’t it baby?” he taunts. His hand slithers between your legs to rub at your puffy clit a little bit, drawing an even louder noise from you. “Now you’re seeing why daddy just wanted to play with you first.”

“I- I’m fine…” you stammer out. It’s an obvious lie, but you try to maintain the facade.

“You are? Still wanna act like a big girl, huh?” he teases.

His mouth takes over again. You’re left shivering with your eyes screwed shut. You inhale sharply before trying to return to your task. You go back to stroking him. Your hand twists as it goes, brushing over the head and smearing the sticky, white droplets over the length.

But as soon as his hand comes back and pinches your clit, you squeal and your efforts fail. Your head drops to his pelvis where your cheek squishes against his warm skin. He only wishes he could see your face because he knows the way your lips are puffing out into that cute pout. Your hips rut on instinct, and he has to lock them in place with a tighter hold.

“Stay still, babydoll. Seems like you’re getting a little distracted,” he murmurs before reattaching his lips to your pussy.

You moan loudly but scoot your head a little closer. 

“I’m not, daddy,” you whimper. Your tongue sticks out to lap at his balls. You suckle one into your mouth, but all he does is laugh.

He nuzzles further between your legs, speeding up the motions of his tongue. Your legs start to quiver and tense up. They close around his head, and he knows what’s coming.

“Let it out,” he grunts.

Your back arches and your nails dig into his flesh. You take your mouth off him all together and turn your head against his thigh to hide the expressions your features scrunch into. You groan against him, your hips bucking and jerking with each wave of euphoria. 

He lets you ride it out, but once you come down, he doesn’t stop. You claw at his legs, trying to crawl away and seek refuge between his huge thighs. He pulls you back into place though and kneads your ass cheeks soothingly.

“Not gonna happen, little girl. Not letting you go until you get me to cum at least once,” he says. With that, he’s back to using his mouth for more important things.

“Daddy!” you whine. Normally, that would be easy, but you couldn’t even do it the first time around and now you had overstimulation frying your nerves.

He’s loud between your thighs, wet, sensual noises echoing from the top of the bed where his head rests. You try to match and slurp around his shaft, but it’s difficult when you’re so shaky and it feels like your insides are melting.

You’re so whiny too. Your head drops back to its place next to his dick as you lazily jerk him off.

He keeps going and brings you to another high minutes later. You mewl even louder for him and drop his cock, letting it fall against your face and rest on your cheek. Your eyes flutter as the ecstasy takes over for a moment.

“Not so easy is it, baby?” he croons, “It’s so much easier just letting daddy take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum with a dizzy nod.

He places a tender kiss on your clit and chuckles as he sees you clench around nothing. This time he does give you a small break. You both knew he could reduce you to a puddle of sobs and moans if he so desired, but he wanted to give you a little chance.

And you don’t take it for granted. You lift your head again. Your cheek feels numb from being pressed to his hip for a while. As the blood circulates through it again, you return your lips to the tip of his cock. You spit down on it for the second time tonight and take it into the warm embrace of your mouth.

Your sucking starts off languid. He was still lapping at your cunt, but not with the dedication he had previously. He kept you simmering in pleasure but held off the real heat of bliss for now. Little sounds of delight still come from you every so often, but they're muffled around his girth.

You start increasing the speed of your head and tighten the suction of your mouth a bit. It’s his turn to let his head fall back. His thumb weakly rubs up and down your pussy while he enjoys the feeling of you sucking him off.

“Fuck, dolly,” he groans, “That’s it. Such a good girl.”

You suck more, feeling like you can actually do this. You’re drooling all over his cock, eyes going glossy like they always did when you had nothing on the brain but Toji. Your lips smack around the tip haphazardly before you take it down your throat again. You hold your breath for a moment, letting him enjoy your throat. You then rise up again before bobbing your head with the most fervor you can muster.

His hips twitch a bit, and he chokes out some moans against your dripping cunt. He starts increasing the pressure of his mouth, wanting to make you cum once more with him. Your hips tremble, but you’re determined. If you didn’t get it now, you figured you’d be spending the night with his head between your thighs.

“You’re gonna make daddy cum, doll. Fuck,” he mutters, “Actin’ like a perfect slut just for me.”

You lick his cock from the base to the tip, flattening your tongue and trying to hit every sensitive spot he had. His fingers dig into the plump of your ass more. You could feel little marks forming on your skin, but they only spurred you on.

“That’s my little girl. That’s what that mouth was made for,” he breathes.

Whimpering and twitching, you take him as deep as you can again.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. His hips snap up a bit as he shoots his load down your throat. You can practically feel the rumbling of his groans against your tummy. They rise in his chest and seep out against your entrance as he continues fucking his tongue into you. You take in deep breaths through your nose as he works you to one more release. It’s not as intense as the first two, but the dull pleasure is still one of the best feelings you’ve experienced. 

You swallow every drop of cum he gives you before pulling off him for the final time. A string of saliva still connects you with his shiny tip as your head collapses onto him.

He takes a deep breath before lifting you up and spinning you around like it’s nothing. Your head now rests against his chest where you can listen to the thundering of his heart. He hums with satisfaction and rubs his hand up and down your back.

“Did I do good, daddy?” you mumble.

He looks down at you and the slow way you blink when you’ve cum a few times.

“Yeah, babydoll. You did as much as you could,” he says with a little smirk.

You pop your head up at the playful jab. “I tried. It’s not my fault you’re like… so good at that,” you say and shoot him a look.

“Sure, sure. I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing till you get better at it, hm?” he teases.

You nod before leaning in and kissing him. The both of you part your lips to deepen the exchange, tasting one another in the other’s mouth.

[mr-bas00nist]

Maybe like the uncle of toge who has the same curse speech and uses it to make their partner come as much as they want as often as they want?

I was thinking gojo for this request but honestly do whoever you’d prefer bc you deserve it 🧡

Follow My Command

✧.*-Sub! Gojo Satoru x Dom! Male! Reader

✧.*-Cw: Overstimulation, daddy kink and a spank like once and blowjobs

Being an older cursed speech user meant you knew how to use your technique. You didn’t have to speak rice ball ingredients like your nephew did, although, you used too. Now, as a talented sorcerer, you knew what words to avoid and which ones to speak. It wasn’t a huge concern anymore like it used to be.

You had met Gojo on a mission a while back. After the mission ended you two talked for a while since he noticed your telltale cursed speech marks. He explained to you that he actually knew your nephew to which you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Your nephew was funny and a sweetheart, good to know he was helping him get stronger.

Eventually you two were sent on more missions and you ran into him more when you visited Toge. So you two just decided to talk to each other out of work. You two hit it off on a personal level and became good friends. Then, even more.

‎‧₊˚✧Timeskip✧˚₊‎‧

You and Satoru were currently relaxing at home, you had a lazy arm hung over his waist. “Can I ask you something baby?” You and Satoru’s relationship was still new so you two still hadn’t done certain things. “Sure.” You responded as you tilted your head.

That list included sex. “Well, we’ve been together long enough,” Satoru paused glancing around with a smile. “We should have sex.” You smiled softly and nodded. “I’d love to-“ Satoru smirked as he put a finger up though, pausing you

“But, I say you add your cursed technique to it.” He smirked as he tapped your lips then moved to your tattoos. You hummed as you stuck your tongue out in thought. “Okay.” You nodded as you gripped his face kissing him. You leaned into his ear with a smile on your face.

“Get undressed and wait patiently on the bed.” You told him as he obeyed (obviously) with a giddy smile on his face. When you went upstairs you saw him laying on the bed with his cock standing in attention. He panted with a small sheen of sweat on his face.

You smiled walking over as you hummed sitting on the bed as you took your pants off. “Get on your knees and suck me off.” He obviously couldn’t say no so he got down and unbuckled your pants. His warm glossy lips enveloping your tip as he let out a content noise.

You moaned softly as his head gently bobbed up and down. He peered up at you through white lashes before refocusing on your pelvis. You gripped his white hair before leaning your head back. “Shit- slack your jaw.” You felt his jaw loosen as you pulled his face back to you.

You groaned as you fucked his mouth with vigor. He gagged and choked as he gripped your thighs while you bobbed his face up and down. “Are you okay Satoru?” You asked through rough movements. You looked down to see his eyes colorful blue eyes were rolled back in his head, tears cascading down his face as he choked violently.

You laugh to yourself before ordering another command. “Breathe through your nose.” You heard him take a sharp inhale through his nose as his eyes came down a bit. Your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly as you pulled his face down into you, nose hitting your pelvis.

You gently pulled his head off as he panted. Mouth dripping with your cum and his spit as his jaw remained slack, his blue eyes reddened from crying. You smiled as he then swallowed giving you a dumb smile. You smiled before uttering a small, “cum.”

You saw Satoru keen over as he let out a loud moan, cum spurting out on the hardwood floors. His eyes widened as he saw you give an innocent smile. “T-that’s a dirty fucking trick-!” He spoke before letting out another moan. “Cum again.” He mewled as his eyes rolled back.

You smiled before glancing over to the bed as you spoke. “Go on the bed face down, ass up.” He crawled up on the bed as you smacked his ass while he went by. You hummed as you gripped his hips tightly as you set your dick on his ass.

“This is gonna be a long night you know?” You asked with a smirk in your voice. To which Satoru whined softly. You gave a smack to his ass as you rubbed it softly. “Answer me.” You spoke with a soft pout.

“Yes daddy.”

A/n: Had a lot of fun writing this one! I have a Choso story coming up next then I’ve got a wholesome one with Raiden from MGS. Hope you guys enjoyed, keep requesting ✌🏽.

[whiskeyskin]

Transcendent

Premise: If I may draw your attention to the screenshot of @poetryvampire's hot ass post for this ficspriration 🤭😏

• Gale x afab!reader/"you"• 18+ • Act 2/3

Enjoy y'all 🥴😜 It starts pretty quickly 💦

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Unexpected movement outside his tent rouses Gale from his current book, he sits up a little straighter from his lounging position.

"Hello?" He calls out, peering in the dim candlelight.

The flap to his tent parts and you step barefoot inside the cramped interior, donned in a dusted cloak.

"Oh, love. You surprised me. Is everything-" You silence him by removing your cloak, revealing your form naked as a babe. Your curves, your breasts, your soft curls between your thighs and your eyes dark and alive.

He's stunned beyond all comprehension at your raw beauty before him, and for one of only a handful of times in his lifetime, he's utterly speechless.

"I missed you. I need you." You breathe in a whine, disregarding the cloak at the entrance and kneeling before him, biting your lip.

You chase him to the floor with a hard kiss; one of roving tongues and explorative hands. His book abandoned without a bookmark, he takes great handfuls of your beautiful body, his cock instantly hardening with the intensity of the moment.

Your hands work quick, freeing him from the cloying suffocation of his clothes. He wrenches his shirt over his head, as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one fell pull. He kicks them off with his feet, as you dive back in to kiss him.

Heavy breaths and gasps fill the rapidly heating air around you both, as you writhe together.

Hands, lips, tongues, teeth.

Groping, kissing, licking, sucking, biting.

Your hand reaches between your bodies to line his thick cock with your warm and welcoming entrance.

Gale tries to speak, to object. He attempts to offer his services with tongues and digits, to prepare your body for the delicious stretch that would be your tight walls around him. But nothing comes out except nonsense and gasps.

You align him with the luscious wetness of your folds and take him within you. The air shoots from his lungs, as his hands fly to grab at your hips. Gazing down at him with pure desire and lust, you bounce on his tip, taking in a little more each time.

Tongue-tied, Gale flounders underneath you, so demonstrably aroused by the sudden need, his brain fails to function.

Your confidence grows, as you wetly swallow his length inside you, enveloping his throbbing cock completely. He growls and tenses at the feeling of your warm, wanting wetness, as his chest arches off the bedroll. The exquisite embrace of your pussy surrounding his willing cock.

As he gapes up at you, useless and barely able to form cohesive thought, you ride him at a gallop. Your hands press into his haired chest, as you ride him hard like a prize stallion, or a wild thing that needs to be tamed.

You bounce off your heels, pounding him relentlessly inside you. He glances down to your meeting, the sight of your breasts bounding, as he watches his length slamming inside you at a frenetic pace.

You tense and stutter as an orgasm crashes upon you, "Oh my Gods, ohmygods, ohmygods.. Yes-yes! YES!" You chorus as you squeeze on him.

He watches your face contort in delirious revelry, your pussy clenching his cock in a vice-grip, as you cum fervidly around him. The candlelight glowing on your nigh angelic form, almost as if you refract light from your very soul. Narrowly avoiding swallowing his own tongue in dumbed arousal, he just about avoids spilling himself at the vision of you cumming so quickly on his cock.

With barely any time to recover, you sit up straight, push your hair out of your beautiful face and smile blissfully and deviously down at him.

"I need more of you, love. More." You moan, beginning to roll your hips against him.

Gale clenches his jaw, the pleasure roiling through him from your undulating. He readjusts his grip to hold on to your hips, to feel the movement of you writhing against him.

He should really move, he should do more than just spectate at this spectacular performance but Hells if his body and mind weren't connecting at this precise moment.

You change the speed of your torturous pace and time seems to slow, as he stares up at you, watches you in reckless, wanton abandon. You are chaos, and nature, and sex and joy.

You are a Goddess.

The Goddess of love and longing and lust. The Patron of second chances, of truth and beauty.

Biting your lip, gazing at him through hooded eyes. Your divine form glowing with a sheen of sweat. Your hair sticking at the temples. Your hand stroking your clit as you move. Your breasts heaving as you keep grinding on him.

He will be your Chosen. No, not 'Chosen'. Not something to be cast aside when his usefulness is dried up.

He is your Champion.

He will fight for you, beside you, to the end and beyond. He will die for you, charge into battle with you..

The tight squeeze of your orgasm clenches down on him a second time and the tension in his head increases tenfold, threatening to explode.

"Yes-yes-yes! Gale !" You cry out, thighs shuddering from another intense release.

He winds a hand up your waist, to cup the underside of your breast, giving it a yearning squeeze. The sensation echoes in his sac, causing his eyes to roll back. Gods, he adores how you feel in his hands. The tangible weight of your body against his, the slap of your hips smacking his own. He tries to vocalise his thoughts, express his reverence and love but his impressive lexicon was currently out of commission at present.

You grab his wrists and forced them above him head, kissing him messily. He greedily follows you, groaning and gasping.

He can smell your scent, the sweetness and spice of your musk. He can taste your sweat salty on your skin. You viscerally attack every sense, surrounding him in nothing but desire and unbarred love.

His body finally starts responding to his commands, as he rutts up against your glorious, cum-soaked warmth. You felt like purest heaven as his gentle thrusts sound out debauched and sinful noises. The tactile sensation and auditory inference driving him higher and more desperate.

Oh, cursed Gods you feel so fucking incredible.

It's wonderful, and dangerous, and jubilant.

A deep rumbling noise, not of cohesive thought, emits from his chest, as your swollen cunt squelches around him so deliciously.

"Cum, Gale. Cum inside me. I need your cum inside me." You whine against his lips, releasing his hands and picking up pace once more.

He keens back at your mouth, a high and needing whine; gasping, open-mouthed and crazed against your parted lips. His pathetic hips barely stuttering against the once again frantic pace of your riding him. Speechless, he watches your perfection pound him raw.

His hips tense, his jaw clenches and his desperation winds tight. A violent, carnal delight wraps itself around his neck, spreads across his body like wildfire and burns him from the inside out.

He cries out like man possessed, bucking and thrashing, your unstoppable pace driving him over the precipice of ecstacy.

The enormous pressure building within him erupts and shoots inside your wet, tight cunt. His cum paints your walls, like unbridled waves crashing viciously against stone cliffs.

His cock twitches inside you, squeezing his chest, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. The trembling aftershocks of orgasm akin to lovingly and violently wrenching his very soul through his cock, to spill inside your wanting womb.

He hisses his teeth as the feeling almost overwhelms him, if not for the press of your kiss on his lips. You slow your now finger-bruised hips to a languid stop, feeding him open-mouthed kisses, gasping and moaning against each other.

For the sweetest of moments, you lay together, sweaty and panting. Basking in the adoration and gently falling tranquility of the afterglow. His head light and dazed, his body tingling and alive.

"Oh my Gods." You sigh finally, pushing yourself up slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Shit. I came so quickly on the first one. Hells." You chuckle lightly, slightly embarrassed, covering your mouth.

Gale's lungs are still working to calm after the orgasm he just had, his ears ringing.

"Are you alright?" You smile at him, the familar look of adoration on your face.

He feels his face stretch into an elated, satisfied grin, "My Queen, my love, my Goddess.." He sighs through heavy breaths, eyes still rolling in his head, "I feel as though I need to change classes to a Cleric."

"What?" You question, with a giggle.

"Because that, my love, was akin to a religious experience." He admits, winding his hand into your hair and pulling you down for another exhilarating kiss.

•°•°•

That was fun 🥴😏 Want more? I've got a Masterlist for this kinda stuff 🤭✨

[ssweetreveries]

fantasy

✩ eunseok x reader x wonbin

. 18+ mdni!

. word count! 2.1k

oneshot, nonidol!eunseok, nonidol!wonbin, afab!reader, bf!eunseok, dom!eunseok, sub!reader, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), sharing, cumming inside, spit roasting, everything is consensual, smut, fluff, use of petnames (princess, baby, pretty)

author note: saw this tiktok and was like 🫠🫠

i apologize if there’s any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language, please bare with me!! enjoy! ><

synopsis: in which your boyfriend helps you live one of your fantasies.

“Ah-ah,” says Eunseok as he pries your hands from your face. “You wanted this, baby, look at him while he pleases you.” he says sternly, his hold on your wrists firm. You squirm as you meet Wonbin’s eyes, looking up at you from in between your legs.

Your breath hitches as you feel his hot breath on your clothed pussy, combined with the look he was giving you. Wonbin’s lips twitched into a smirk as he had your attention and hovered over your core.

“Go on,” Eunseok speaks up, and that’s all Wonbin needs before pulling down your panties and delving in your heat.

“She’s so wet..” Wonbin comments, a teasing hilt in his voice. You let out a strangle moan at the foreign feeling of another man’s tongue licking at your core. “F-fuck..” you stutter out breathlessly.

Eunseok clicks his tongue. “Dirty girl.. Are you really this turned on by another man taking what’s mine?” He asks, tilting your head towards him while Wonbin keeps licking strips up your folds. It’s more of a statement than a question.

Still, you shake your head even though there’s no denying it. Eunseok had teasingly suggested this when he noticed you paying attention to his friend more than usual. Meant to be taken lightheartedly, but when you had remained silent Eunseok easily figured you out. Surprisingly he wasn’t mad, but made it clear that if you did this you were still his. And of course you were, you loved Eunseok, you just couldn’t deny that you might’ve had a physical attraction to Wonbin. You had a long talk that night and that’s how you found yourself in your current situation.

To be frank, you had no clue how Eunseok had managed to convince Wonbin into this but you weren’t gonna question it. This was like a wild fantasy.

You’re brought back to when Wonbin directs his attention to your aching clit, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling. Eunseok strokes your head as he watches with interest from beside you.

Wonbin works his tongue around your sensitive bud, lapping at you like a starved man and your hips involuntarily buck into him, trying to gain more pleasurable pressure. He groans and seems to understand your call for more. His fingers finding their way to your hole, easily inserting two thanks to your wetness.

You moan softly at the entrance, and Eunseok takes this opportunity to tug your hair back and crash his lips to yours, forcing his tongue in your mouth.

You kiss him back messily, hand coming to grip his forearm which is holding your jaw.

His tongue swirls around yours, and you struggle to keep up as the feeling of Wonbin’s fingers thrusting into you and his tongue playing with your sensitive bud is starting to get too much.

Eunseok pulls back with a ‘tsk’ and a soft chuckle. “Seriously, princess? Look at her, already fucked dumb just from your mouth and fingers.” he shakes his head as if it’s ridiculous.

Wonbin looks up with hooded eyes meeting yours, a hazy look in them, and you can feel his smirk against your lips.

You squirm and your legs instinctively come to close as you feel yourself nearing your peak, but a strong hand stops them. Eunseok shoots you a look, a sly smile of his own decorating his features as Wonbin keeps devouring you.

Your moans get progressively louder as you feel yourself getting there, your hand flying to tug on Wonbin’s hair. “W-wait, ah- c-close—“ You stutter out, but Wonbin doesn’t move, continuing to lap at you like his life depends on it.

Eunseok’s hand falls to palm his erection through his pants, watching the scene unfold.

With a breathless moan, you come undone but that does nothing to stop Wonbin from pulling away. You squirm and trash against him, trying to pull yourself away from him but he has a strong grip on your thighs, keeping you close as he licks up all of your juices.

Your legs shake from the overstimulation and you find yourself gripping the sheets, whining in embarrassment. Wonbin finally pulls away and meets your eyes with that smile of his, your arousal dripping down his chin.

“Oh my god..” you mumble as you hide your face in your hands, unable to meet his eyes after that. This time it’s Wonbin who pulls yours hands away. “What did we say about hiding, pretty?” he teases.

You’re about to answer before a groan from beside you catches your attention, finding Eunseok fisting his cock, a frown on his face. “Seokie…” You mutter in awe, feeling yourself getting wet again. No matter how many times you saw your boyfriend, he just had that effect on you.

He groans again, “C’mon princess, you didn’t expect me to just stand there and do nothing, hmm? Imagine how I feel watching my friend making my girl feel good.”

Wonbin steps to the side, letting Eunseok make his way to you. He gently grabs the nape of your neck, pulling you to him, his hot breath against your ear. “That’s my job. I let you have your fun, now it’s Seokie’s turn to have fun, mhm?”

You nod furiously, never would you deny your boyfriend of anything.

It’s his turn to settle in between your legs and he leans down to press his lips to yours, kissing you rather softly before pulling back. He smirks, “Good girl.”

You gasp as he manhandles you, flipping you over so you’re on your stomach and giving your cheek a light slap. “Ass up, baby.”

You listen to him and scramble to your knees, almost forgetting about Wonbin’s presence if it weren’t for the fact that your eyes met.

He looks down at you with a smirk, watching you in amusement as you listen to anything your boyfriend says.

You shiver in delight as Eunseok rubs his length up and down your folds, collecting your wetness to slide in. And, without warning he slams into you with a harsh thrust. One of his hands coming to push down your back, making you arch for him.

You let out a rather loud moan as your body falls forwards, your hands balled into tight fists above your head. Eunseok’s hips snap to yours with a force that makes you see stars, and you know if he keeps this up, even after your previous orgasm, you wouldn’t last long.

The two friends share a look before Eunseok’s hand crawls up your back, grabbing a fist full of your hair before pulling you up against him. With your back pressed to his chest, he stops moving. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as one of his hands grab your jaw, forcing you to look at Wonbin.

You look at the man who’s now in front of you on the bed, laying back against the headrest. Your boyfriend speaks up again, “Look at him, baby. Look at how hard he is..”

Your eyes flicker to the tent in his pants, and you swear Wonbin’s cheeks turn a slight pink.

Eunseok kisses your jaw before continuing, “Can’t leave poor bbin like this, hm? You can help him right, princess?” he cooes, his hold on you loosening as he nudges you forward.

You meet Wonbin’s eyes as you hover over his lap, not sure if you can do this. “He wants this too, right bbin?”

At your boyfriend’s words, Wonbin finally speaks up and nods. “You gotta help me out here, pretty..” he says as one of his hands brushes against the side of your face.

Eunseok resumes his thrusts as you scramble to unzip Wonbin’s pants. He helps you free his dick, and god, once he’s out you drool at the sight.

His hard length stands tall against his stomach and your hand reaches out to feel him. He lets out a shaky breath as you give him a few tentative pumps. His hand pats your head gently as you stroke him.

Your eyes meet his, and the expression you find is one of bliss. Wonbin’s eyes were glossy, lips slightly parted as he watches you work him.

You clench at the sight of the man in front of you, earning a groan from your boyfriend.

Finally, you bring your lips to his aching dick, licking a few strips up his length before taking him in your mouth.

You swear you’ve never heard a prettier moan than the one that comes out of Wonbin’s lips as you take him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. The fact that he’s vocal surprises you a bit. Your boyfriend was more one for dirty talk and you were more used to him letting out groans and heavy breaths, only letting out the occasional moans. But you can’t deny that Wonbin’s moan were turning you on even more.

When he notices your full attention on Wonbin, Eunseok’s grip on your hips tighten as he picks up his pace, reminding you of where he has you, almost making you gag around Wonbin from the harsh snap of his hips against yours.

His thick length hits you in all the right places, making it harder to properly focus on the man in front of you. You give Wonbin the best head you can, pumping whatever you can’t fit with in your mouth with a free hand, the other digging into his thigh to stabilize yourself.

You moan around his length as Eunseok’s thrusts make you see stars, the vibrations of your moan earning a soft sound from the man in front of you.

Your boyfriend is hitting you in all the right places and you don’t think you’ll last much longer if he keeps this up.

You pull off Wonbin with a ‘pop’, your head turning to find Eunseok behind you.

“S-seok, can’t-! C-close, m’so close!” you whine out.

Eunseok doesn’t slow down his pace, if anything his thrusts become more precise. “Mhmm yeah? My princess wants to come?” he smirks as he pulls you back against him, having you in the same position as earlier.

He nibbles the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “Think you deserve it, baby?”

You whine and nod, “P-please Seokie, c-can’t hold b-back any-”

He lets out a ‘tsk’ but his hand snakes down to your sensitive bud. His lips attach to the skin of your neck, “You’re lucky your Seokie loves you, princess.” he mumbles against you.

With the added stimulation to your clit, you come undone within seconds, letting out a long moan, shaking and trembling in his hold. Both his thrusts and his hand don't stop though, and you let out a cry at the overstimulation. “Too much- s’too much! S-seok-!”

“Almost there, princess.” He groans out, “You can take it for me.”

You whine as he continues to abuse your spent cunt.

With a particularly hard thrust he stills inside of you, painting your walls white. Your legs shake uncontrollably at the feeling of his release, pushing another small orgasm out of you.

Eunseok tilts your head towards him, pressing kisses up your jaw until finally connecting his lips to yours. “You did so good, princess.” He whispers against your ear.

He presses a last kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out of you.

You slump down on the bed as he lets go of you, and you direct your attention to the poor forgotten man in front of you, seething himself back in his pants. “Wonbin-” you start to apologize, but he quickly shuts you up.

“I’m fine, pretty, really. You did amazing” he smiles as he gives you a pat on the head. You now realize that Wonbin had gotten himself off to the sight of the two of you.

You smile apologetically before a blanket is thrown over your form. Eunseok walks over to you, himself fully clothed now and he pulls you to him.

He presses a kiss to your head. “Was it what you wanted, baby?”

You hum at his question. Honestly, it was more than you ever expected you could have.

Wonbin and Eunseok exchange a look, before your boyfriend speaks up again. “Mhm, that’s good. We had fun too, right?”

Wonbin nods with a smile of his own, and you find yourself smiling with them.

—————————————————————————

Wonbin insisted on leaving even if Eunseok told him he could stay over in the guest room, so now the two of you find yourself laying in bed together.

Eunseok holds you close to him, your head resting against him as you trace patterns on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re mine, you know that right?”

Even though of your experience with Wonbin, you knew you only truly loved Eunseok. Yes, Wonbin was attractive, but that’s all it was to you. Eunseok was your everything and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You tiredly smile up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Only yours, seokie.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the same tv

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, parent death, funerals, robbery, redemption/forgiveness, addiction, drinking (wine, not like hard drinking), tickling, cockwarming, they call themselves kids at one point but at no point are reader or rafe under 18, like itll make sense once you read it in context

the first thing you do when you enter your house is kick off your shoes. the next is to stop holding back your tears as they stream down your face. you can't even sob anymore, just silent, steady tears.

you sigh as you look around the entryway. there's been some changes since you moved away, despite only being out of your parents house for a little over a year. they replaced the grand portrait that was of your mom's parents with one of you, now taking the place of honor.

you look away before you get to the rest of the family photos. you've seen enough at the funeral. you walk further in to the house, bare feet against the shiny wood floor.

you pause when you hear something further in. you haven't forgotten how the old house seemed to speak, groaning and settling during strong winds or when too many people were crammed between it's walls.

this sound seems different, but you're also occasionally sniffling, your ears are shot from blasting music in an attempt to distract yourself, so you shrug it off and walk further into the living room.

the sound suddenly makes sense as you see someone stood in your living room, arms holding up your parents flat screen television, awkwardly trying to carry it.

you aren't even mad. you honestly don't care about the tv. or the fact that someone is trying to rob you.

you let out a bitter laugh before you sink to the floor. “of fucking course this happens.” you are glad you still have your purse slung from your shoulder as you pull your wallet out, quite aggressively throwing it at the robber who has now frozen.

“what?” he questions, lowering the tv to the ground and pushing his hood of his head, a dumb move for someone currently committing a crime.

“this has been the worst week of my life and now you're robbing me. just my fucking luck…” you let out a broken sob. “just take whatever you want and leave.”

the only things that matter to you still in the house aren't actually worth anything anyways. the photos of your parents, your dad's cologne that's half empty, the oak tree that your childhood dog is buried next to.

“i thought the people who lived here died.”

you pick your head up, a look of fury overtaking your face.

“they did. they're my fucking parents! and now they're gone and you're fucking robbing me! get the fuck out!” you stand up, pushing at the robbers chest.

he looks familiar, like you should know who he is but can't place him.

“im-shit. im sorry.” he says, allowing you to shove him away and out the door. 

“im really fucking sorry!” he yells again before you slam the door shut.

-- years later --

you park your car in the driveway instead of pulling it all the way into the garage like you know you should, but you need to know if you're correct about the man sitting on your front step.

“you're the kid that tried to rob me.” you say as you walk the sidewalk to the porch.

“yes.” he says, looking ashamed and a whole lot more grown up. “i was an addict and i owed a debt. my dad had just kicked me out of the house and i was on my own for the first time. it was stupid of me, but when i heard the people living here died, i thought it'd be a victimless crime.”

he sighs deeply, like even just thinking back to that time physically hurts. “i didn't even think that someone could have inherited the house. im so, so sorry.” 

he swallows thickly. “my mom died when i was young. my dad- my dad just died recently. he faked his death and i got him back, but he's actually gone this time. you know what you said about the worst week in your life?”

you think back those years. it's mostly a blur, especially the days surrounding your parents car crash and funeral, but you do remember breaking down in front of the robber. you nod gently, waiting to hear the end of his speal.

“i know what you mean now. and im sorry i hurt you. im sorry about your parents dying.” he pulls something out of his pocket, extending his hand.

you look into his open palm, realizing it's a ornate gold necklace.

“no.” you shake your head. “you keep it. you don't need to bribe me to forgive you.”

“i want you to have it.” he says. “it's… it's not a lot, but it's something. something to help make up for what ive done.”

you reach forward, carefully taking the necklace out of his outstretched hand, carefully not to accidentally bump his skin. 

“thank you.” you say, admiring the way the sun gleams off the metal. 

“im rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.”

“y/n.” you respond, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“here, let me.” he takes it out of your hands, moving quicker than you can think as he steps around you. your hair is already up in a bun, so rafe is able to reach around and easily place the chain around your neck.

“thank you.” the weight of the necklace feels comfortable against your skin, like it's the last finishing touch you need. you are wearing your mother's earrings, your father's bracelet, and now you have the other piece of what made that time in your life so miserable, your robbers necklace.

“i… i guess ill be going now.” rafe says.

you turn and watch him walk away. you recognize so much of your former self in him, the clear grieving he's going through.

“are you sober now?” you call out before he reaches the end of your driveway.

“sober enough.” he shouts back. rafe doubts he'll ever truly be clean, but he can at least manage now, doesn't need the drugs like he used to.

“then come back for dinner tomorrow. we can talk.”

you can see the smile stretch over his features. “ill be there.”

-- three months later --

“shit.” rafe says, head snapping over to you. “this is the same tv.”

you giggle and nod, surprised it took him so long to realize. “i never really watch tv on the actual tv, so no need to replace it.” you shrug, the gold necklace still draped over your neck. you haven't taken it off except to shower and sleep.

“god, thats crazy.” rafe looks over to you. “imagine if we just talked back then.” 

you shake your head. “you just think you want that because we get along now. we were both in bad places.”

“you don't think we would have been hooking up back then?” rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you, watching the way your thighs press together at the mere mention of hooking up, already feeling the urge to sleep with rafe even after having sex only a couple of hours ago.

“we were two scared kids. if we were hooking up we definitely shouldn't have been.” you giggle, reaching your wine glass out for rafe to refill, which he is glad to pour a more than healthy amount in.

“and now?” rafe looks down at his lap.

“and now we are two slighty less scared slightly older kids.” you giggle again, taking a deep sip before leaning across the couch cushion to press a kiss to rafes cheek, the movie you had put on long forgotten.

“rafe.” you wait until he looks you in the eye. “im here for you.”

“god, what have i done to deserve you?” rafe wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he flops back onto the couch. 

you let out a laugh before it's cut off with his lips. he kisses you heavily, hand against the back of your head, not allowing you to pull away, not that you want to.

you let himself get lost in your kiss. you wish you had someone to support you in the time you needed most, and you're determined to be that person for rafe now.

rafe easily dominates your mouth even though he's underneath you as you quickly work your shorts off, wiggling against him until your bottom half is nude.

you press against rafes crotch, still covered by his sweatpants. you feel his cock straining against the fabric as you rub your pussy against it, wetting the gray material.

“baby, please.” rafe groans. he would pull his cock out himself, but his hands are preoccupied holding you close to him as if his life depends on it.

“oh, now you don't like teasing?” you smile.

“alright, i deserve this.” rafe also manages a chuckle despite his straining erection. “but please. need to feel your pussy ‘round me.”

“alright.” you roll your eyes dramatically. you'll have to get revenge on rafe at a different time for edging you the other night.

you push his pants down his thighs until you're able to reach into his underwear and pull out his cock. you give him a few quick strokes before lining up your entrance and sinking down.

rafe let's out a moan, barely pulling his face away from yours. “you're so wet.”

“it's almost like i like you or something.” you roll your eyes.

rafe laughs before kissing you again, hand moving up to your hair, tangling his fingers between the strands.

you sit on his cock for a moment, adjusting, before beginning to move, up then down, up then down, subtle movements of your hips, not needing anything fast, wanting drawn out, wanting it to last.

the movie is long over by the time rafe finally cums, a hand finally moving down to rub your clit to make sure you get off at the same time as his.

by the time you're both satisfied, you're sweaty and exhausted. you don't even bother to pull off his cock as you rest your head against his chest.

“thank you.” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your back. you don't need to ask what for. you know. for being there. you'll always be there.

you look up at him, a small smile on your face. “how are we gonna tell people we met?”

things are quickly getting serious, and while he hasn't breached the subject with you yet, neither of you have been hiding how quickly you're falling.

“what, you think it's a problem that we met when i was robbing you?” rafe says, making you giggle, only intensified by his hand pressing into your side, fingers tickling you as you howl with laughter.

rafe flips you over onto your back so you're underneath him, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“maybe we should just tell people we met on tinder.” rafe shrugs.

you roll your eyes. “somehow that's more embarrassing.”

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[ynsvnte]

Glimpse of Us — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut (18+ MDNI) fluff, est. relationship

word count: 1.2k

warnings: swearing, pet names, unprotected sex, kissing, aftercare, pulling-out method, overstimulation, praising, tummy-bulge?, Rough-ish sex.

pairing: bf!jake x fem!reader

Masterlist

You're relaxing on the balcony of your shared home with Jake, your boyfriend. It's late at night and you can’t fall asleep, you didn’t want to bother Jake either. You sat on one of the chairs set outside and looked down onto the city. Some building lights are still on, so you admire the view in front of you. Grabbing your cup of water you take a sip of it before settling it down.

You hear noise instead of your bedroom so you take a small peek, but Jake seems to be asleep. You go back to the position you were in before. Few minutes pass, only silence filling the air. Everyone in the neighbor is asleep away in their beds, but you..wide awake. Or so you thought..that’s when you hear the balcony door open, you turn your head towards the sound and see Jake awake.

“Baby..? Why are you awake..?” He asked with a raspy voice. He rubs his eyes to clear his vision. You smiled at the sight of him. “Oh..I couldn’t sleep…” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Babe, you could’ve just asked me..”

“But you looked so comfortable sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb that.” You tried explaining yourself. “Still just wake me up next time..also how long have you been out here?” Jake asks you. “Only like 20 minutes..”

“20 minutes!?! Babe it’s so fucking late at night!” Jake was surprised to say the least. Jake takes a seat next to you, and grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Don’t ever do this again..” Jake warned you, but you only nodded your head.

You both sit there in silence before you speak up. “Do-do you think we’ll be together forever?” You asked. “What do you mean darling?” Jake was concerned about what you asked. “I mean do you think we’ll never go different ways, breaking up?”

“Yn…that’s such a dumb question…I’ll never leave you ever..” his words weren’t convincing. “I don’t believe you..” you said. “Yn I mean it, I love you a lot to not leave you. I want you to mine forever.”

“Prove it..” You said. Jake then crashes your lips together taking you by surprise, but you kiss him back. Jake pulls away from the kiss before dragging you inside your shared bedroom. He closes the door behind you and pushes you onto the bed before caging you between his arms.

“Oh I’ll show you sweetheart..” he said with a deep voice before kissing you hard. You moan into the kiss and enjoy the way he is kissing you. You can feel your panties getting soaked immediately. You’re only in underwear and one of Jake’s shirts that fits you a bit large. Jake grabs the end of your shift lifting it off you, revealing your soaked through panites. Making you flustered. “You’re already so wet, hmmm? Never knew you were this...desperate” You could only whimper at his words. You close your eyes before Jake taps your face. “Hey, eyes on my eye sweetheart.”

“S-sorry” you were embarrassed. Jake grips your hips before pulling down your panites revealing your bare cunt to him. “F-fuck…princess your so wet, all for me..” Jake says before pinning your legs around his arms and begins to lap on your clit. You let out a loud moan, trying to lower your voice. “Hey…don’t hide your moans, be loud, I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.” And so you do. Moaning Jake’s name out loud. Enjoying the pleasurable sensation you're currently receiving. Soon enough you feel you high coming. “J-Jake..fuck I’m close!!” You legs wrapped around Jake’s head trapping him between your legs. Jake is not complaining though. He loves being in between your legs. That’s when it reaches its peak. You let out a loud whimper making Jake smirk.

“There baby, but you can give me one more right..? Such a good girl” He said. You nodded your head agreeing. You slightly sit yourself up, mind heavy from your orgasm. You close your eyes, but open them when you hear clothes rustling. You open your eyes quickly, seeing Jake undress. You can feel yourself getting wet again. Gosh really.

Jake finished undressing and climbed on top of you, before kissing you. You melt into the kiss enjoying it. “I would keep kissing you but I need to be inside of you right now…” Jake settles between your legs and puts his tip near your entrance. With one thrust he’s inside making you moan out loud. “J-Jake, what about a condom?” You don’t want to get pregnant, especially at a young age. “Shhh don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll pull out.” Let’s hope he does.. Jake began thrust slowly..wanting you to get used to his size. “Feels good?” He asks you. You nodded.

“Use your words sweetheart” Jake lifted you head with his other hand, forcing you to look at him. Jake slowly began to pick up the pace, going faster and harder. You hands began gripping the bed sheets until that’s when Jake grabs both of your arms and uses one hand to hold both of arms above your head. Leaving your hands to shuffle around in his hands due to the pleasure.

“Fuck you feel so good, all f’me” Jake was now stuttering his words. Jake was getting pussy drunk. He loved the way your walls felt around his cock. “Ha- Jake..I’m getting close…” You felt a tight knot. And Jake takes the opportunity to press onto the bulge forming. “You feel that sweetheart, that’s my cock…made for you only you..wanna mark you as mine, but I promised to come inside..mhm-fuck” Jake starts pounding in you harder, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling up the room. They only get tighter each passing second.. “Jake..so close please…” Jake ignored your words and soon enough your orgasm hit you. Jake continues to pound into you trying to reach his own high. While accidentally overstimulating you. “Babe..too much” you pleaded begging him to try to stop. Your legs were shaking, you were helpless, hands locked by one of his hands pinning it down.

Jake can feel himself getting closer, but he doesn’t want to pull out. He’s not the type of person to break his promise so just for you, As soon as his high is very close, he pulls out and starts jerking off on top of your cunt. That’s when it hits, his cum lands onto your tummy. Slowly dripping down to your cunt..He’s exhausted, legs weak. Jake lays next to you, catching his breath, before facing you.

“You alright sweetheart?” He asks you. He didn’t want to hurt. He wants to blame you because why does your cunt have to feel good? “Yeah…I’m fine..” you said while you try to sit up only to meet with a pain in your thighs..oh you were going to be sore by the morning.. “We can take a quick bath..clean you all up..” Jake insisted. You nodded your head, and closed your eyes. You can feel Jake get out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom, you begin to fall asleep.

That’s when Jake comes back a few minutes later.. “Baby, the bath is ready..” you signal him to get closer, Jake face is in front of yours so you take the chance to kiss him. He chuckles at your actions. He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. At Least now you can get some sleep.

Author’s Notes: soo.. um this was going to be a one shot, but kind of gave up on that idea soo now you all shall receive this Drabble and I hoped you enjoyed it 😁 I like this WAY MORE than the heeseung one 😔

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hii!! i recently just started following you and i don’t wanna overload you with anything so i stress that i urge you to take your time and if you feel like you need to tweak anything then you can since i noticed you barely opened requests :)) i was just wondering if you could write something ( whether it be headcanons or a fic ) about gojo having a jujutsu sorcerer for a girlfriend / partner and his students don’t know so they’re all shocked when they just see this badass person next to gojo and he just casually introduces them as his partner lol. just a thought!! make sure to take care of yourself 💕

a/n: thank you smmmm for the kind words <333 yes omg i love this idea and honestly, i imagine gojo pretending to be chill on the outside but on the inside he's fangirling the same way his students are over his partner cause he's just so whipped and down bad for them jdjsndnsbd

"Shhhh! Quiet down, you two or you're gonna get us all caught." Nobara hisses through her teeth at Megumi and Yuji, trying her best to be quiet. It was quite a comical sight actually, the three students were all stacked on top of each other as they all attempted to crane their necks into the doorway as discretely as they possibly could.

"I still don't understand why we can't just ask like normal people." Megumi sighs, clearly exasperated at his friend's antics.

"You're such a buzzkill, Fushiguro." Nobara scolds him over her shoulder. It was like he didn't even understand the gravity of this situation.

This wasn't a situation where they could just waltz in and chat it up like regular unless they were intent on embarrassing themselves. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the current rising star of the jujutsu world: the newly minted special-grade sorcerer L/N Y/N who was famed for being highly elusive, never being in one place for too long to be tied down to somewhere.

Rumours and stories were constantly swirling about you ranging from the more serious ones about your incredible feats of jujutsu and how you managed to exorcise a grade 1 curse for one of your very first missions without breaking a single sweat to more silly ones like that you only wash your face with the purest spring water that was imported from the Swiss Alps and that allegedly you and Gojo Satoru were seeing each other. She thought the last one was particularly dumb as she was sure that a person of your calibre would have better taste than to date their man-child of a teacher, even if he was the strongest. Whatever it was, Nobara was not going to let those two ruin her chances of possibly being able to talk with you face to face.

Above her, Yuji groans out in pain as he feels an elbow jam into his stomach.

"Hey! That hurts!" Yuji complains loudly, his grip tightening around the wooden door frame.

"Can't you be in pain more quietly?" Nobara asks and with that, the two of them were sent into a bickering spat as they traded harsh whispers and snappy comments. However, this would prove to be their end as Megumi eventually loses his balance from all of the commotion above him and tumbles onto the floor with the other two following suit as they land in what can only be described as a failed human pretzel.

Unfortunately, their crash was not as quiet as Nobara was hoping for as one of the office's inhabitants stood up from his seat, seemingly made aware of their presence. "Oh? It seems like we have some eavesdroppers in our midst."

You hum to yourself, your back still facing the doorway as you turn to your white-haired companion. "Is that true?"

"Yes, I think I might know who they are as well. If only they would be so brave enough to reveal themselves." Gojo sighs dramatically, even bringing a hand to his chest as if to feign sympathy. You can't help but giggle softly at his behaviour.

The three of them take that as their cue to stand up, dusting themselves off as they slowly make their way into the office in a single file line. When Nobara sees you, she can't even let herself fully fangirl because the amount of embarrassment she has at getting caught trying to eavesdrop is far outweighing it right now.

Gojo makes his way towards his students as they stand lined up, his hands rubbing together and a devious grin on his face as he puts on his best menacing voice. "Now now now, what do we have here?"

"Satoru, take it easy on them. I'm sure they meant no harm by it." You place a hand on his shoulder as you stroll up to his side. His arms immediately fall to his side as he melts under your touch.

An adorable pout graces his features, his bottom lip jutted out in an attempt to put on his best puppy dog look as he whines at you, "Awww, but you're ruining my funnn. I don't get that many opportunities to do this."

"Sensei, they know you by your first name?" Yuji questions, his head tilted slightly to the side as he tries to figure out what relationship you two could possibly have.

A sly snicker is heard from Gojo as he quirks his eyebrows towards you. "They know me in a lot more ways than just that" he quips back, his tone bordering on being an outright innuendo.

You roll your eyes affectionately at him, clearly used to his playful nature by this point, and give him a light shove on the shoulder to which he pretends to exaggeratedly nurse in pain.

"Sorry for not introducing myself properly, my name is L/N Y/N and I'm a special-grade sorcerer here on a visit to Tokyo Jujustu High." You smile warmly at your boyfriend's students, your hands clasped in front of you as you greet them.

Nobara could feel her breath hitch in her throat as a million thoughts ran through her mind. Oh my god, you, her idol, were actually right in front of her and were acknowledging her. She swears she could die happy right this instance but that would mean that she wouldn't get to take full advantage of the chance to talk to you fully. With that, she snaps out of her star-struck daze and politely inquires, "If you don't mind me asking L/N-san, what are you here for?"

"Oh, they're here to visit yours truly, me!" Gojo chimes in, a megawatt grin on his face with a sense of pride radiating off of him as he motions to himself.

A tsk sound escapes Nobara, clearly distrustful of her teacher's statement. "Yeah right, they have way more important things to be doing than that."

"But it's true though! My lovely partner is here to pay a surprise visit to me!"

"There's no way that that's true. You and them?" As if to punctuate her point, she points at you and Gojo standing side by side and firmly shakes her head. "Nuh uh. They wouldn't date the likes of you."

A soft smack is heard as Gojo theatrically clutches his chest, stumbling back from where he stands to drape himself over you. "It wounds me to hear you say that Kugisaki." He claims, his expression twisted into one of faux pain. When he turns to face you, his demeanour suddenly switches as he leans in towards your ear, a roughish smile on his face with a faintly seductive lilt to his voice. "Maybe we should kiss to prove that it's true."

"Don't be crude, Satoru, they're your students and they're right in front of us." You try to brush him off of you in an attempt to spare his students from becoming witnesses to their teacher's love for PDA but he doesn't let go of his grip, instead choosing to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck as if trying to coax you to stay with him in his embrace. Like always, you relent to his touch with your fingers carding through his snowy locks, a soft sigh of approval leaving his lips.

There's a beat of silence as Nobara and Yuji try to process what they've just learned and the fact that they've just seen a visual confirmation of it before that peace is shattered and they erupt into a thousand questions. You field all of their burning questions ranging from ones about you to about your relationship with Gojo with grace, amused and endeared by their excitement and insatiable curiosity. Secretly, it warms your heart deeply that Gojo and his students are so comfortable with each other and that he can be himself around them without the pressure of the greater Jujutsu world on his back.

You turn to look at the clock and sigh at how fast time has gone by. "Alright, I'll see you at home Satoru and Megumi." You comment, packing up your belongings as you get ready to leave to attend to some business. Gojo leans down to your height as you place a lingering kiss against his cheek and wave him and his students goodbye.

Unblinking, Yuji and Nobara turn to each other and then to Megumi before they exclaim simultaneously. "You all live together!?"

Oh boy, Megumi knows he's going to be in for an earful with that.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Are you taking request? If so idk if you know anything about Booster Gold but I'll give you half a sandwich to write him getting railed.

Michael Jon Carter x male reader

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I love booster gold, hes one of my favourite DC characters and I wanna keep him in my pocket. I have my own headcanons that I sprint with, and I want to crack him like a glowstick, so enjoy my headcanons for future gender and gender presentation. bread.

I really wanted to write about his butt, but somehow I didn’t. sigh, maybe another day then. no outright railing, but enjoy anyways.

I could really eat a sandwich, but make sure its dark ryebread, I don’t eat white

“Really babe? This is what you’re into?” Michael questioned as he pulled the sheer fabric up his ankles, strong calves, up his strong sculpted knees where he had to give a small jump to slide it up all the way. The skirt was short, nowhere near the type of thing you would be allowed to wear in public. It felt more like useless ruffles added on for dramatic effect.

The soft blue fabric of the panties he wore left little to the imagination. Being from the future where most people had been perfected also meant Michael was perfect down there, which resulted in the panties being filled to the brim.

The lingerie didn’t make much sense to Michael, well, some of it did. But the lip-gloss and makeup made it all a little more confusing. The past was strange, gendering literally everything to the point where it was a kink to see fit muscular men like him being feminine. But hey, Michael liked it when you spat in his mouth and treated him like dirt, so who was he to judge.

At least Michael knew how to do his makeup, even if he had to look up some tutorials for it to fit the current year’s standards. Some blush here, some contour and highlighter there, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. As dumb as people thought he was, Michael knew how to do his research, even if he had Skeets help him look it up.

Michael could almost hear your shaky breathing through the bathroom door, where he was standing, adjusting the cups of the bralette attached to the lingerie. It did stroke his ego so much. Michael knew he was hot by the year’s standards, even if he was just average in his time. It still made blood rush south knowing he was so yearned after, even with all the embarrassing things he did trying to be a hero.

Being told he was charming and endearing was new, which was how you had caught Michael’s attention the first time. He was used to being called hot, but endearing? After he had just crashed right into you because of something dumb he did? Oh, did his heart start racing. One thing led to another, and now here he was, reapplying his lip-gloss one last time to make sure his lips really popped.

Dressing feminine by the pasts standards didn’t do much to Michael, since clothes weren’t gendered the same way in his time. There were still gendered things obviously, but it wasn’t as extreme as the past. It did still make him feel pretty and vulnerable, so there was that.

“You ready babe?” he cooed, stepping into the heels that had been specially ordered to fit him, since they apparently didn’t make heels in his size in the past. Michael swore he could hear you gulp through the door, before you panted out a breathless “God, yes”.

The bathroom door opened with a creak, Michael grinning like the minx he was as he sauntered you like a cat. You were dressed up in a button-up, tie and slacks, it was part of the fantasy. Something about a husband working long hours and his wife greeting him when he came back home. It was an ancient scenario, something Michael only knew from old movies and novels they had to read in school.

Seeing your pupils blow wide as your hands trembled made Michael suppress a needy noise of his own. “There he is, my hardworking husband” he purred, lashes drooping and making him as alluring as a succubus.

Michael still didn’t really get it as he crawled into your lap, how the whole gender dynamic thing could be so exciting for you, but it was fun to pretty himself up and be borderline worshipped. He didn’t even mind being called a girl or wife, it wasn’t like Michael preferred one pronoun over the other, and he loved how you kissed him like you wanted to devour him, leaving him gasping for air.

And so what if he started enjoying the feeling of lace, and started wearing it most days? It made him feel hot and desirable. And the time his suit was shredded during a fight, Ted was the one who made it weird, it’s just clothes. Clothes that make his boyfriend hard as a rock, but clothes nonetheless.

[lvmimis]

cw: toxic!endo. out of pocket behavior. reader with some confidence. sexual situation but only suggestive for female reader. blowjob mention. drug mention (smoking, weed).

When you finally pull back the beaded curtain in the shithole Endo’s been calling his hideout these days, the plume of smoke and cheap weed is thick enough to make your eyes water, and it takes just a few more steps into the room for you to immediately get pissed off.

Summoned like the simpering woman you are, you showed up, and find yourself standing transfixed at the entrance. Endo texted you to meet, and here you are, coming when you’re called, just to see his head thrown back in an armchair in the corner, one arm resting on the back of the seat, and the fingers of his free hand twisted into a woman’s hair. The pleasure on his face, even from this distance, is enough to make you suspect that he might actually be about to cum directly into her mouth, as if you’re not standing right there, a moderate look of disgust on your face. The woman in question of course doesn’t notice you, particularly adept and focused on slobbering all over his cock, the loud music in the background camouflaging both your steps and the eye contact you’re now holding with the man she’s currently spit-shining; he’s spotted you the second you arrive in the corner, arms crossed over your chest, and has the gall to smile at you, that fanged grin that makes you question if he’s a demon.

You don’t say a word until he’s jerked his head back abruptly, letting out a soft gasp that’s barely audible, the one you’ve always found cute and embarrassingly unlike him (and yet so him), and you know he’s actually done it, called you to come over just to watch him ejaculate in someone else’s mouth.

Once the shudder’s run through his body, he’s quick to yank the nameless (you’ll never ask and you don’t fucking care) woman’s head off of him, and grin down at her. 

“That’s enough. Good job.”

For a moment you size her up - the kneeling, half-naked figure in between his legs, licking soft full lips with a cum covered tongue, shaking full and thick curled locks as she opens her mouth to let him know she’s swallowed it all. Endo leans in and pats her on the cheek, then looks towards you.

“Fuck off for a bit. I have company.”

Obedient and doting, something you’re not, she scampers off, a glance at you with sweet, lust-filled eyes, and as she passes you, you wonder if it would be bad form to check her like a hockey player hard enough she crashes into the wall, but instead let your eyes slide back to your ex-boyfriend with his pants down to his ankles.

“Why’d you call me?” You can’t exactly conceal the snap in your voice, but as long as you keep it to annoyance rather than hurt, you still have the upper hand.

He grins and leans forward, not bothering to re-robe. You could kick him in the balls right now, fracture them and prevent the propagation of douchebags of his specific lineage in perpetuity but instead you allow him to keep his half-hard cock hanging in the breeze. 

It’s still pretty, though. 

“Thought I’d give you a show.”

You imagine your hand closing around the infinity tattoo on his neck for a moment, then smile.

“Was she good?” you ask, coolly. 

“Not as good as you,” he says. His teeth flash again as he grabs a still dimly lit cigarette from an ashtray beside him. “In fact, I missed you the whole time.”

“You mean in the two minutes just now?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“Nah, the forty minutes it took you to run your pretty dumb ass here the second you got my text,” he says, taking a puff. You bite your inner cheek to prevent him from letting him know that one smarted. Heart pounding regardless of how calm you keep your external demeanor, you remind yourself that Endo’s prime directive is fucking with you. Fucking you, fucking up your life, fucking you good in every way of the word. 

You have to do it back. 

Taking a couple steps forward, you move up to him. He doesn’t flinch for a moment, even when you’ve come so close, you’re within slap distance.

“You miss me, don’t you?” you whisper, in the sultry, honeyed voice you know makes him sick, has his breath drawn and straggled any time you’re under or on top. Your lips are just inches apart, and he pulls back for just a moment, his other hand pulling his cigarette out of his mouth.

You throw your leg around his spread ones, amused that he naturally closes his legs to give you space, but you don’t sit. He’s half hard; soon he’ll be at full mast if you keep this going. Your hands rest on his shoulders gently, just enough to remind him he’s in no position of power here, even if he thinks he is. 

“You’re settling for less now, that must be so sad,” you tease.

His eye twitches for a moment, but before he can don a mask again, you let your hands move to his face and tilt his head backwards to look at you properly. He sucks in a breath and you chuckle.

“You must miss me so bad to pull this,” you practically sing, your thumb creeping to the corner of his mouth, then tugging gently. He’s entranced, embarrassing, and soon your thumb works its way into his mouth until he’s sucking, his hands finding their way onto your hips.

“Pathetic,” you hiss. Your knee is in the perfect position to ruin his entire night with a trip to the hospital, but you choose the high road. Something Endo knows nothing about.

Slipping your finger out of his mouth, you step back and motion as though you’re about to pull off your shirt, only to have him rise and follow you, and flip him off instead.

“I’ll let her know you’re ready for round two, Yamato-kun,” you mock, pointing to the hard length between his thighs and he gives you angry look but his next step has him practically tripping on his pants, as you find your way out and consider, perhaps, you could find your own warm, deserving, body to grace with your attention.

The same one he clearly and desperately craves.

[criswritessometimes]

messy!

contents - SMUT, fluff, reader is afab, reader and schlatt are exs, having sex with an ex, penis in vagina sex, a lot of emotions that are unsaid, reader is on top

authors note // omg thanks yall for 100 followers!! i just enjoy writing (sometimes bady) little stories about men i can't get out of my head :3. also I'm glad ya'll didn't pick the angst ending for this fic, i still wrote it and man it's upsetting. enjoy!

you and schlatt dated for a few months a few years ago. unfortunately, schlatt broke up with you as his youtube career was growing, and he wanted to focus on it. you thought that was a bullshit excuse but tried to keep your head up and move away from him physically and emotionally. the next time you hear from him is about a year later. you’re up late on a tuesday working on a paper for your english class when your phone buzzes. a photo of schlatt when you two dated was the photo that popped up; you never cared to change it. your stomach drops, and your hand shakes as you answer the call and bring the phone up to your ear, “hello?? (y/n)??” he’s slurring his speech as it comes from your phone. fuck, you should’ve blocked him. your head is in your hand, “hey man, what’s up.” “shit, am i interrupting something?” he asks. “i mean kinda, i’m working on my final paper for class but it’s whatever, what’s up man?” you still had a soft spot for him; you couldn’t help it. “oh ok, i um i just wanted to apologize for breaking up with you.” schlatt admits. your eyes widen from shock, “oh, um, th-thank you.” you haven’t spoken to him for a year and a half, and now he’s apologizing? there’s a beat before anything else is said, “if you mean it, give me a shout tomorrow and apologize when you’re sober. drink some water big guy. have a good night.” you hang up, sitting there for a moment as your heart rate settles back to resting before continuing with your paper for the night. the following day, you see a text,

from: schlatt

i meant it last night. i’m sorry for how the breakup affected you, and i would take it back if i could. i’m sorry (y/n)

sent: 10:19 am

both of you start to communicate more low contact in the coming months. you would comment on his videos, and he would send you dumb posts on instagram. even though you couldn’t see yourself getting back with him, you missed him so fucking much. every time you would see a notification from him, especially after long periods of not hearing from him because he was caught up with streaming or his move to austin, you would always have a smile on your face.

as you’re ending college, your job hunt begins, and one company you apply for only has in-person interviews; you roll your eyes as you scroll through the description, and you fit it, actually. you huff since you knew you needed to apply for this job. scrolling down, you see the interviews for the position are taking place in austin, texas. schlatt is living in austin currently. you sit at your desk, eyeing your phone, and you know you shouldn’t. it always gets messy when people stay in contact with their ex. before you know it, your phone is opened on your favorite contacts, schlatt being recently added back, and you’re pressing his contact. it rings a few times. “ what’s up, make it fast, i’m streaming.” he answers. “sooo what if i said i need a place to crash in austin next weekend?” you ask. “you need a ride from the airport?” he spoke so domestically like this was already planned out, he truly would do anything for you. his tone and willingness to help you caught you by surprise, “um yeah, that would be great. but if you’re bu-” you say before he cuts you off, “never too busy for you, doll. send me your flight info.” then hangs up. the beeps of the end call echo through your head as this will happen. you finally get to see schlatt again after all these years.

you stand outside the austin airport with your small carry-on, waiting for schlatt to pull up. a porsche parks a few feet away from you, and schlatt gets out of the driver's seat. you’ve seen him in videos as he grew out the mutton chops, but seeing him in person was different. it’s him. you freeze as you see him approach you with that excited smile. not many saw it, but you got to. he’s in front of you, gesturing to take your bag from you, but you can’t hear anything. all you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and hold him. he hugs you back, with your backpack in the way. you break the hug and take it off, grumbling about it being in the way. he hugs you again, and you miss how he hugged you. it was with his entire body as one hand held your lower back and his other held your shoulder blades with his fingers apart so you could feel every part of him. he held you like this for a few minutes, the both of you taking everything in. he starts to rub your back to signal to wrap it up soon. you pull away first, “sorry hi, god it’s been forever.” you tell him, trying to hide the obvious blush but failing. “no, no, it’s ok. i can trust you, i feel the same.” schlatt also admits. there’s that beat again. “oh, let me help you with your bag.” he reaches for the bag, but before you can stop him, he’s rolling it over to the car and loading it. he swings around and opens the passenger door for you to get in. you set your backpack on the floorboard, then pull your door closed as he circles around to get back into the driver's seat. 

the drive to schlatt's place is good, with a lot of catching up, giggles, and a smile that won’t leave your face. “so what job are you applying too? you kinda just called me out of the blue and told me you were gonna be here for the weekend.” he asks, eyes on the road. “right!” it was like he reminded you about it, which he smiled at. “it’s a landscape architecture job in downtown austin and the interviews are in the firm’s main office off of like 8th street and congress avenue.” you tell him. “do you need a ride over there? i know exactly where that is.” he offers. his offer could be crossing some boundaries, but what is it really? it’s just one friend driving another friend to a job interview, and you decided to not read into it too much. “yeah, that would be great, thank you.” you look over at him and smile; he sees it and smiles back at you, still facing forwards. during the ride, it’s weird that his hand isn’t resting on your knee or holding your hand; you try not to think about it too much and look out the window as schlatt turns into a neighborhood. he pulls up to the fourth house, pulls in the driveway, and announces, “we’re home.” he gets out and once again opens your door for you, then pops the trunk to get your carry on. you follow him up to the front as he gets the front door for you. walking in, you see a nicely furnished house with golden sunlight pouring through the windows in the living room. on the walls are art and a few achievements schlatt has received in his time online that he didn’t put in his office. you smile after seeing all the progress he’s made on his dream job, and there is a feeling of pride in your chest that someone you loved was able to accomplish all of this.

wait, was that the same feeling of love you had when you dated him? your face scrunchies, then you quickly shake your head to try and banish the thought. “ey, you ok?” schlatt caught you. “um yeah, sorry just nervous about the interview tomorrow.” you lie, turning back to him. “it’s ok, i know you’re gonna kill it with your garden landscapes, or whatever you do these days.” he reassures you then walks past you to show you the guest room. you laugh at his comment and follow him. the room he shows you is cute; there are extra blankets on the bed because you always complain about being cold in your sleep, and a towel on the end of the bed is folded for you to use when you shower. you walk into the room, put your backpack on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, and lay your carry-on on the suitcase rack. Schlatt set out for you. you smile at the thought he put into the room on short notice, then turn to him, “um, thank you for all this.” your voice gentle. “don’t mention it, i like doing it for you,” he’s leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking bashful, “but come on, let's go out to dinner. i want you to see the austin night life.” your face falls in shock, “are you sure? please let me pay schlatt,” you ask, walking back up to him. he sighs when you say that, “doll you’re the one looking for a job, you shouldn't be spending shit, come on, my treat.” you finally give in and follow him to the car, hopping in, then driving downtown and to the cutest little restaurant you've ever seen. dinner was good, the food was excellent, and the company you had with schlatt was even better. it was like nothing had changed with either of you, but everything had. however, you were still just as connected. he pays the bill, and then the two of you walk around austin for a while. 

neither of you was drinking, so you knew it wasn't any alcohol that was talking, but schlatt looked beautiful, drenched in the colored lights as you walked past the bars back to his car. you continue to look at him, not looking where you’re going, you trip over a loose brick on the sidewalk. schlatt is somehow able to catch you as he swings you over his left side and holds all your body weight in his arms. his face is about 6 inches from yours, and you can finally see all the little freckles that littered his face, god you missed seeing them in the mornings when he would stay over at your dorm. “you ok toots? ya’ haven’t even had a drop of alcohol.” he jokes, helping you back to your feet. you settle yourself abc on your feet, “woo, thank you for catching me. sorry, i got distracted.” you say as you start to walk along with him again. “about me talkin’ about computer processors?” he asks, his voice unsure. you had no idea he was talking about that. “yep,” you keep your head down in shame but also see where you’re going. you make it back to the car in one piece, and as schlatt drives back to his house, you tell him about other projects in classes you've been working on, and he’s one of the few people you’ve talked to that interested in your field of study, most people just think you build houses.

you and schlatt walk back into a dark and quiet house, a physical sign that everything is still and peaceful. he turns the front light on to lead you back to your room. “hey,” you stop him before he starts saying his goodnights to you, “thank you again for hosting me, and for dinner. i’m really glad you’re in my life again.” you confess. he nods, “i feel the same way.” there’s that beat again, “can i kiss you?” he asks. your breathing stops for a moment to see if this is real. “yeah, please.” you mumble as he walks up to you. he cradles your cheek in his hand as his other hand rests on your hip. your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close as he kisses you. he’s so gentle with you as if you’re made of glass and will shatter at any sudden movement. it feels so natural to be back with him. your head moves to the side to deepen the kiss, and he appreciates it. his hand squeezes tighter, and his other hand moves to your shoulder. you slowly move your position while you’re still kissing him to knock him onto the edge of the bed. he chuckles, knowing what you’re doing as he sits on the bed. you two break apart with schlatt looking up at you, holding onto your hips like you hung the stars and the moon. your hands are on his shoulders as one moves to the back of his neck and into his hair. you give him a knowing smile as you start to play with the hair on his nape and sit on his lap. his grip moves to your ass to get a better hold as he starts to gently kiss your neck. you let out a hum from the missed feeling of his lips on your neck and move your neck so he has more room. just him kissing your neck and holding onto your ass makes you feel incredible, and your hips start moving and grinding into his lap. you feel movement from him directly on your core, and you gasp. he pulls away, “too much? because we can keep going, but if we take our clothes off we’re probably going to have sex, and are you ok with that? because we can just keep doing th-” he was rambling at this point, you cut him off kissing him aggressively. your hands are squeezing down his arms and chest as he finally gets the message, and one of his hands comes up to massage your breast. you moan into his mouth at the action, then pull away, feeling even more turned on then you were. “i really want this schlatt, please i need you.” you confess. his hands focus on the hem of your shirt, and you put your arms off to help him take it off. it’s thrown somewhere on the floor to be forgotten along with your bra. schlatt is only looking at your chest like a man starved, dazed at the sight of your tits. he looks up at you a few moments later, “did they get bigger?” you giggle at his question as your hands move to his shirt and take it off. you kiss him again before hopping off his lap to rummage through your bag. you return to him with a condom and place it on the bed next to schlatt. both of your pants come off as you start to tell schlatt the reason you have condoms in your bag. as he starts to put the condom on, “i was seeing this guy for a minute,” you pause, “nevermind, it doesn't matter i wanna fuck you and only you.” you wrap your body around him again, sitting on his lap as you start to kiss him again.

 he starts to get up to switch positions, your hand rests on his chest and gently push him down. “i wanna be on top jay.” you whisper in his ear as your pussy lips start to grind on his cock. you hadn’t called him jay since he broke up with you. it felt right when you did it, though. you sit up, then sink down onto his cock. schlatt’s hands move to your hips to help you, and your hands rest on top of his as your thighs are holding all your weight. you sit there for a moment to adjust to him again. was he always this big? you swear you never felt him in your lower stomach before. “you ok? we can switch.” schlatt breaks your inner thoughts as he watches your face for any signs of pain or discomfort. you shake your head as a no. “you’re just…bigger then i remember.” you tell him, raising up slowly and then pushing yourself down again. as you start to find a pleasant pattern of you sinking down on him and his hips meeting you, you feel that feeling of pride and love you felt when you first walked into his house bubble up in your chest again. you lean down to kiss it out of you. schlatt kisses you back with the passion that you couldn’t feel radiating off you as he holds your ass and grinds his cock deeper and deeper into you. “fuck fuck fuck, i’m gonna cum jay.” you can feel your core tighten as he continues to drill into you, “hmm me too toots,” he struggles to get out at his hips become more erratic thrusting into you. “schlatt, oh my god baby, baby, fuck!” you feel a snap in your stomach as he thrusts into you chasing his release at the time time. he slows down and holds onto your shoulders, praying you don’t leave now. and you don’t. all your energy is used to look up at him. “i still really really love you.” you gently kiss his jaw. schlatt moves you off of him so you’re laying next to him, still looking at each other; he pulls you in impossibly closer. “i was a fool for breaking up with you, i’ve loved you all this time.”

[briebysabs]

Across the Spider-verse spoilers///

Miguel fine af but Miles really should’ve beat his fat ass harder cuz wtf you mean calling him a mistake and blaming him for his Peter dying?? I’m sorry that pissed me off so much like Miles didn’t ask to get bit. Miles isn’t the one who made the collider, Miles didn’t bring Earth 42’s spider to his world GOD.

There’s a lot of anger, resentment, projecting and borderline envy going on. But I really liked how complex Miguel was in this movie. But some of y’all need to see he is wrong or at the very least, his way of going about things is wrong. Also explain to me why I’ve seen more hate targeted towards Gwen, someone who was conflicted the entire movie and Jess. Who should’ve stuck up for Gwen but clearly shows remorse at the end. More than Miguel bro make it make sense.

If you’re able to understand where Miguel is coming from, why can’t you also understand Gwen? Or did people straight up ignore the first 15 minutes of the movie? Like I too was disappointed with Gwen’s lying but one of the main reasons she did all this IS SO SHE DOESN’T GET SENT BACK HOME.

Where her father knows her identity and tried to arrest her. Where she currently has nowhere to live and crashes at Hobie’s place. How about we call out the adults that used that as leverage against a 16-17 year old, adults that watched it all go down too. Like people act like she had it against Miles when you see clearly that she only wants to protect him. She can’t lose another friend and obviously it backfired on her.

This is an amazing film but I’ve heard some absolutely dumb takes already. Some going as far to call Miguel racist WHICH MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. Yeah we were joking and there are obvious metaphors to the ‘Miles being a Afro-latino Spider Man backlash’ but no idiot, he doesn’t hate black people. Miles could be any race Miguel would still react the way he did.

[f1cflcfic]

Just Because I Called You (Carlos Sainz) - part i

Well, sometimes the muse outruns your earlier plans. I wasn't going to write a Carlos fic, but here we are :) This one is fully written and only has four parts, hope to update every 5 days!

pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

summary: y/n knows there's a reason for his contact details to be saved under 'do not interact', but one call does not mean you miss him.

genre: 1.6k words, written au, brief 18+ content, angst

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

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Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just the sheer exhaustion that’s keeping you from finding your house keys after a night out with your friends.

You curse out loud, digging your hand back into your purse, even though you know it’ll be another futile attempt.

It’s not there.

Dread settles in, as you consider your options. You’d been the last one in the Uber, so all your friends have undoubtedly already crashed out. You could book a hotel, but that seems very excessive, expensive, and also just incredibly inopportune. Everything you need, your contact solution, your glasses, your pyjamas – it’s all just on the other side of the door.

With a sigh, you lean your clammy forehead against the front door.

“Fuck,” you whisper, as realisation sets in. You’re going to need a spare key. And it just so happens there’s only two other people who might have one, of which one is currently on holiday in Thailand.

Which leaves you with the worst option of all. With a sigh, you grab your phone and scroll through your contacts. “x do not interact x ”

“Needs must,” you mutter to yourself, then press the green call button. It’s well past midnight, and you feel bad about calling – but you also know that if anyone’s going to answer, it’s him.

The line rings once, twice, three times, before it comes to life with a little crackle.

“Hello?” You close your eyes almost on instinct, as his rough voice washes over you. It doesn’t hurt as much as it once did, but the ache still lingers.

“I know it’s late, and I know we’re not supposed to talk, but I’m drunk and dumb, and I can’t find my key,” you rush out all at once.

There’s faint rustling on the other end of the line, but then he comes back. “I got it. Just eh – wait? I’ll be there in 10.”

For seven minutes, you pace up and down the hallway in your apartment building – desperately convincing yourself of the fact that this won’t end badly.

You’re broken up. Have been broken up for a month. It’s the sole reason why your friends took you out, to celebrate that it’d been a month of going no contact with your ex.

Because you deserved better. You deserved someone who’d say “I love you” back, who’d buy you flowers, who’d take you out on dates that weren’t just sponsor events, and holidays that were just the two of you.

You deserve to be someone’s priority. So you’d told him it was over, and it had somehow made you even more mad that he’d just accepted it.

“Hi,” a voice says softly, and you immediately feel tears burn behind your eyes.

“Hi Carlos,” you reply meekly, waiting and watching as he approaches slowly. He’s wearing soft grey sweatpants, and a hoodie you once bought him in your favourite colour.

It’s uncomfortable and weird, the way in which neither of you really knows how to greet each other beyond that. Initiating any type of bodily contact seems like a bad decision, not when you know it's never going to satisfy the itch. It'd only make you crave his touch more, in ways you can't have it. Not anymore.

He awkwardly lifts his hand and shows you the spare key you’d once given him. The one he hadn’t given back yet. Your stomach lurches as you catch sight of the tiny sparkly chilli keychain dangling in the air.

“Shall I?” He asks, motioning at the door that you’d unconsciously been blocking with your body.

“Right, sorry,” you mutter, and quickly take a step back to give him some room.

Belatedly, you realise you should’ve just taken the key from him altogether right then and there.

But he's here now.

So instead, you thank him for coming out to you at 3AM in the morning. “Do you want to come in? Have something to drink before you leave again?”

You regret it the moment the words come out your mouth, as you can see Carlos visibly flinch. “I didn’t mean – no, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I think you did, though. And you’d be right. I was pretty good at leaving, wasn’t I?” He rubs his face with his hand, your eyes following the movement.

It drops back down, then pushes the door open a little further. Your eyes trail up his arm, lingering briefly on his neck. It’s lost some of its thickness, signalling the off-season. He’s handsome either way, but it just makes you hurt over lost time and moments together.

Your need to catalogue all the ways in which his appearance has changed is distracting, and you’ve inched closer to him – closer than strictly necessary, before you realise.

You shuffle past him, carefully knocking into his arm just so. You kick off your heels, and hang your bag on the coatrack.

You look back over your shoulder, then point at the basket neatly situated on the side table in your hallway. “Look. Keys are right there.”

“Cariño,” he warns, but against what, you’re not entirely sure.

He should probably leave, you think. He could have left. If he’d wanted to.

“You could just drop those keys off there as well,” you add, coaxing him to make a choice.

To finally step foot inside your apartment for the first time in 6 weeks. Or to never see it again.

He exhales, dark brown eyes zeroing in on yours as he makes his way in. He doesn’t drop the keys in the basket, but instead closes the door behind him, then takes off his shoes. Clearly he remembers how much you hate dirty shoes inside. “Don’t you think tonight proves it’s probably good if I held onto these?”

“I think it proves I need someone to have spare keys. It doesn’t need to be you,” you counter, then turn around and walk to the kitchen. He follows wordlessly, gaze never straying from you as you pour the two of you a glass of wine.

“Where are you staying, anyways? Ten minutes isn’t far off,” you ask, softly this time.

“Alex’ place,” he explains. “Our – the apartment flooded.” He’s quiet for a second, then takes the glass of wine as you hand it to him. “This keychain is a chilli. It’s mine.”

You study him across the top of your wine glass, follow the way he takes a sip and lets the red wine slide down his throat. It makes your cheeks flush, although you’re fairly certain you can hide behind the alcohol you’d already consumed earlier this evening.

“Mi favorito,” Carlos murmurs appreciatively. You know he’s talking about the wine, but for a millisecond, you deliberately let yourself misunderstand. Let yourself forget and fantasise.

Silence wraps around the two of you as you offer him a piece of leftover tiramisu that you pull from the fridge. He grabs the spoon from you, and takes a bite. It shouldn’t look as sinful as it does. But it’s Carlos, and it’s you. Habits die hard.

Sure, maybe it is the alcohol, maybe it is your exhaustion, you reason with yourself. Or maybe it’s the charged air that surrounds you two – even now you’re no longer together.

“Why’d you answer when I called?” You blurt out, the alcohol making you a little bolder than you’d normally be.

His hand stills from where it had been swirling the glass. He looks up at you again, and you feel your knees go weak. There’s a devastating vulnerability in those eyes, one that’s hard to ignore. “Tu sabes. Do you wish I hadn’t answered?”

You set your wineglass down again, now empty, then lean over the countertop. Close enough to count his eyelashes, and the tiny freckles he’s acquired from being out in the sun with his family. It hurts not having seen them develop in real time.

“I wish a lot of things, Carlos.”

His eyes rove your face, then linger on your lips for a second longer. “Me, too.”

Your gaze drops, too. And even though your heart is smashed to smithereens in your chest, your memories are telling you not to do it, and you know your friends will crucify you before picking up the pieces - it’s the lust and love-addled part of your brain that handles purely on emotion that wins out.

On reflex, you’ll justify later, you find yourself kissing Carlos in your kitchen at 3AM in the morning.

On reflex, you don’t even register how your own fingers roam around his body, and peel off the hoodie you’d gotten him.

On reflex, he hauls you into your bedroom, and teases you with his tongue while his lashes flutter against the apex of your thighs.

It’s not on reflex, when he asks if he needs to use a condom. It breaks the lust-fuelled haze, and instead it’s got you on the brink of crying in the blink of an eye. But you’re so close now, can almost taste the way in which this is going to both ruin and complete you at the same time.

You know this is exactly why you shouldn’t have called him, but it’s also exactly why you’re not going to stop this now. Even when you know you should.

So instead, you let the anger course through your body, scratching his back with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. “You tell me,” you pant in his neck, before sucking a bruise into his skin. You can feel his jaw tick, but he refrains from grabbing a condom nonetheless.

It shouldn’t make you feel the things it does.

Then again, Carlos shouldn’t be in your bed, buried balls deep inside of you, making you come three times in a row either.

Not when you’d been doing so well at the no contact rule.

You guess, then, that you deserve the feeling of hot shame and embarrassment rushing over you the next morning. It’s your punishment for being foolish, as you realise you shouldn’t have been surprised at the fact that he’s no longer next to you.

The only evidence he was ever there, is the stupid fucking hoodie left on your bedroom floor, and the sticky feeling between your legs.  

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UPDATE: Read part ii here.

[redclercs]

i only see daylight ✩ charles leclerc

— or, three times charles showed you love is golden.

✐ charles leclerc x gender neutral reader

✐ requested. inspired by taylor swift's song 'daylight'.

✐ warnings: lowercase intended, small mention of reader being insecure of their looks, 1k words.

i don't want to look at anything else now that i saw you

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, eyebrows tightly knitted. you've done your best to avoid asking the question, but charles' stare is making you self-conscious despite your best efforts. intrusive thoughts swarm your brain now and then, telling you he's too good for you in many, many ways, but the most evident one might be how plain you look compared to his beautiful exterior.

"do you think the moon is jealous of how beautiful you are?" he's so sincere your heart hurts a little, and yet, a smile spreads on your face imitating his own.

you laugh, shaking your head, as he's still staring at you.

"i'm being serious," charles joins in your laughter, all contradiction to his spoken words. "you're the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes upon."

you've been told you're pretty in different instances of your life, you've been called 'cute' 'adorable' and on very very strange occasions, beautiful. but charles calls you all of that so often, that you're shocked the words haven't lost any meaning. he speaks from his heart every time he talks to you.

the awkwardness has seeped out of your body, replaced by the warmth of knowing you're loved in a way many people spend their lives desiring.

all of you, all of me, intertwined

it's your racing heartbeat that wakes you up. you lie in bed, eyes open and blood rushing to your ears, waiting for another sound to come from outside the bedroom. you are supposed to be alone, but you swear something fell in the kitchen.

you're frightened, but you know you have to deal with whoever is rummaging through your cupboards at 2 am. grabbing your cell from the nightstand, you dial three digits for the emergency line and skip the 'call' button, this is a dumb idea, but you are going to the kitchen.

it takes you three minutes to find one of charles' golf clubs, and you get a pinch of regret about using them as a weapon, but deep down you know he won't mind. tiptoeing your way down to the kitchen, your heart is about to burst out of your chest. this really is a dumb idea, you could just be endangering yourself further.

"ah putain!" a male voice whisper-yells, followed by the sound of another pot crashing to the linoleum. your boyfriend is angry and disheveled, and he has never looked better in your eyes.

"what are you doing?" you question, leaning the golf club against the wall. there's this happiness that only he brings you by just being in the same space, that your fear is gone. there's surprise in your heart too, pleasant surprise, he is supposed to be on the other side of europe still.

charles straightens up so fast he gets lightheaded, but it doesn't stop him from crossing the kitchen in three long strides, arms open and with a huge smile that shows his dimples clearly. "mon amour!" he's still whispering, although you're awake and currently being asphyxiated in his embrace.

"i thought you were taking the eight am flight," you mumble against his shoulder. he carries with him the smell of the plane, which is not unpleasant, but it hides his normal scent; the one that makes him feel like home.

"i couldn't wait to see you," he's peppering your head with kisses, his hands roaming down your sides as he takes you in, as if he's missed you for years and not just a weekend.

"hmhmm," you love being in his arms, you just don't love the lack of oxygen that's getting to your head.

charles lets go of you, not without leaving a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

"and what were you doing sneaking around like a mouse in the kitchen?" you look at the pot still on the ground and the wooden spoon resting on the stovetop.

"well," he's sheepish now, scratching the back of his head. "i was hungry. i hate plane food."

you laugh and he takes this as a chance to hold you against him again. sleep has abandoned you completely, you are too giddy now that you're with him.

"and what exactly were you planning to cook?"

charles shrugs, "whatever i could find, to be honest."

you make yourselves busy with preparing a three am snack, quickly falling into synchronization after so many meals prepared together in this same kitchen. sometimes in silence, others like right now, there isn't a pause while charles tells you everything about his weekend away, there isn't a thought in his brain that doesn't make its way to his mouth when he's with you.

it's three am, you're both sleep deprived and you can't picture yourself doing this with anyone else or for anyone else.

i once belived love would be black and white

in your experience, there were only two possibilities when it came to a disagreement: i’m right and you’re wrong.

fighting with charles is uncommon, your disagreements over petty things can be solved in childish ways, a game of rock, paper, scissors, pulling the short straw, etc. these stupid little issues end with a laugh and short mockery of whoever lost, and the agreement to don't bring it up again. which is the harder part, teasing each other in a lighthearted manner is a love language too.

you still remember the first time you had your first big fight with charles. the reason it started has slipped to back of your mind, insignificant. but you remember the crying and the yelling.

the thought of your love being over was the worst stab, straight into your heart. things like these had happened before, your previous relationships never bounced back from your mistakes. it always was all right or all wrong when it came to you.

charles hadn't yelled, he had waited patiently for you to finish and when you were a mess with reddened eyes and a clogged nose, he hugged you and told you he loved you.

yes, he was mad at you too. but his temporary anger didn't cloud his better judgment, words cannot be taken back, and hurting you wasn't something he could forgive himself for.

“pause, okay?” charles says sometimes, others it’s your turn to freeze the frame, when things are getting too ugly to be sane about them.

and you pause. because there is right and there is wrong, but there are no absolutes between the two of you, except maybe when it comes to loving the other.

─── team principal radio: ❝hi! this is my first request on this blog, so thank you so much to the anon that requested this. I hope they and everyone who stumbles upon this enjoyed it!❞

[maybeoneday2121]

Hawks x prohero teacher Reader

You silently shook your head at the paper on your desk handed in by class 1A, you were on of their teachers and you had them do a paper assignment, usually you preferred doing hands on work with them but you unfortunately had to follow somewhat of curriculum.

The paper in front of you showed a sketched picture of bakugo beating up deku. You took a mental note to scold the kid next time he was in your classroom.

“Y/N, for a hero your sure easy to sneak up on.”

Taken out of your thoughts by the voice of the famous number 2 hero. You looked to the direction of where you heard your name. Hawks was currently awkwardly crouched in your classroom window. He was very much resembling a bird in his weird crouched position.

“What did I say about barging into my classroom, you dumb bird.”

“Hey, I missed seeing that pretty face of yours.”

You had to catch the smiling already forming on your face. You couldn’t let your boyfriend know that you were already beginning to let go of your annoyance.

“Then don’t blame me when our relationship hits the public.”

“Honestly let them find out, I am sick and tired of having to hide our relationship.”

“You know the conditions the HPSC gave us even for us to start dating.”

Hawks rolled his eyes but he did know that what you spoke of was correct and that he would be sure to get in big trouble if you two were found out.

“Well I missed you, so I thought I would stop by for a quick visit.”

“Ok, well come here and give me a kiss and get out of here before you are seen.”

Hawks quickly hops into your classroom reaching you in a flash. He softly grabs the back of your head with one while the other sneaks around your waist. His soft lips crash onto yours with aggression but care. You bring your hands through his hair in surprise of the passion coming from him.

Putting an end to the kiss, you softly pushed his chest away from you before you got in trouble from your boss at the school. You get get in some serious trouble if you were seen with your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working.

You and Hawks had only been dating for a couple months now, and honestly you never had been happier with someone than him. Unfortunately considering his position and background you guys couldn’t be to open about your relationship.

“If I get fired, it’s on you.”

You scold him after you guys broke the kiss.

“You know I would take care of it.”

Rolling your eyes, you start to slowly push him out of your window.

“Hey, Hey, No need to push me away Princess.

“Keigo, what did I say about the cheesy nicknames.”

“You said you would shove my fea—

“Miss (Y/N), I was wonderin-“

Kirishima’s voice interrupted hawks as he was about to say something not so school appropriate.

Turning your head towards your class doer, you see the entirety of class 1A start to fill your classroom. Your heart drops, the class freezes at the scene. You and hawks make eye contact and for the first time of dating the swift hero, you see him lose all his so called swagger in a millisecond.

Both you and hawks start turning bright red as the girls start dangling over the both of you.

“Waittt, are you guys dating?”

Mina exclaims louder than most of the other girls. Both of you and hawks were speechless, you guys couldn’t help but try to stutter out explanations.

“Well, shoot look at the time.”

Your boyfriend looks at his wrist that doesn’t even have a fucking watch on it. With that there’s a gust of wind and red feathers and hawks has completely disappeared. So long for depending on any help from your boyfriend in this situation.

“What are you guys doing here your class doesn’t start in like 30 minutes.”

The students quickly explain to you that there right on time and that you must have lost track of time. You check the time and realize much to your embarrassment that they are right and you did indeed lose track of time.

“Sooooo, are you and the bird hero a thing?”

“I will not answer that question, you guys do not to know about my personal life.”

You avoided the awkward question for the next hour like a you were in a real life battle. While you continued to teach you were planning how much you were going to get your so called loyal boyfriend in trouble for how he abandoned you in your time of need.

You headed out as soon as possible and dismissed the kids ten minutes early from their class and you sped back home before any of the kids could stop to talk to you. You did not have the energy today, tomorrow you’ll deal with it and treat the kids how usual do. You rush home and as soon as you see hawks you punch him in the face.

“Why would you leave me to deal with the bird brain, I was so embarrassed.”

You exclaim to him out of sheer annoyance.

Hawks was just smirking at you,

“What can I say, I am not great with kids you know.”

“Well, I am telling the kids the truth tomorrow so you can deal with it when they blab about it.”

You shrug it will affect your boyfriend a whole lot more then you so why should you care when he seems to not have a care in the world.

“Honestly, go for it.”

“Ok well you should have told me that before I was a big jerk to the kids today.”

You shake your head at Keigo, letting the days event go.

“Uhhh, sorry for overreacting and punching you, bird brain.”

Keigo just laughed and wrapped his arms around you, embracing you softly and started lightly tickling you with red feathers.

You couldn’t keep up with the attack of feathers on you so you bagan to ran away from Keigo.

“Babe, this is what you get for punching me.”

“Not if you can’t catch up to me.’

You could never stay mad at him, he brought so much laughter and love into your life and you couldn’t wait to show everybody your relationship to be honest. On top of all the sweet and sentimental stuff your boyfriend was hot and you finally wanted to show him