#find the mouth. i DARE you. (there isnt one)

[ppnuggiexxx]

Hii may I request whatever hc ideas you have regarding riding Glasyalabolas, Andrealphus, and/or whoever else you may or may not feel like writing for ty!

-> riding headcannons || whb

• characters :: glasyalabolas ,, andrealphus

• contains :: horn grabbing ,, dom reader ,, afab reader ,, pussy job ,, sloppy sex ,, noose mentioned ,, glasya bullying (he kinda deserves it) ,,

• an :: sorry andreals are kinda short :(( my bias towards glasya is a little insane ,, tysm for requesting though !! i rlly wanna slap glasya around sm ,, i deserve it as a little treat i fear

  - glasyalabolas

| • its usual hard to get glasya under you ,, for some reason he finds joy in making you work for it

| • though youre used to it by now ,, using any tactics youve learned while dating him (grabbing his noose and /or horns and pulling him to your height)

| • his horns are sensitive ,, so he will submit more easily if you choose that route instead of his noose

| • riding him becomes quite messy really fast ,, he’ll make some sort of snide remark and you’ll threaten him to shut up else he wants smacked ,, then he’ll dare you to do it

| • should you hit him he’ll groan and twitch inside you ,, large hands covering your hips as he tells you to do it again

| • safe to say ,, hitting him wont give you any satisfaction for his smart mouth (unless you enjoy hitting him <3 and want to turn him on more)

| • glasya will give you tips on what feels best for him but say it in a way that makes you think he’s trying to get on your nerves (he kinda is but when isnt he)

| • just grab his horns and tell him to shut up ,, might as well just use him as long as you want to and maybe gag him while youre at it

| • letting him know you dont care how many times he comes or if he doesnt come at all ,, that you’ll ride him until youre satisfied and only until you feel like youre done

  - andrealphus

| • riding andrealphus is probably one of the few positions you have sex with him in a way that works for you both

| • andrealphus will be able to hear and touch you as much as he wants ,, while not having to worry about the rest of the environment as opposed to missionary

| • though he’s quite generous and helps when you get tired ,, thrusting up into you when your legs start to ache

| • or you can always grind into him ,, letting his dick slip between the lips of your pussy and rutting against him ,, the tip bumping into your clit

| • he’ll moan your name softly and grab onto your hips ,, pushing himself against you

| • andrealphus comes faster the more you grind against him ,, nesting his face against your chest and pressing kisses there

| • he’ll let you know hes about to cum ,, asking if its alright and if youll let him <3

[somedeadbeatloz3r69]

first and last art post ever

drew this shit on vr.

[autisticlee]

If things for non-verbal communication helps you I'd say go for it. Others saying you're not suffering enough to make things easier for you aren't living your life. Do what helps you.

even if I did, the world around me isn't very accommodating. I know all people in my life wouldn't be accepting of it. I don't go out much or have many friends. don't talk where I volunteer but I told them on the form I signed up on that I wouldn't talk and they're surprisingly accepting of it. don't talk at work, but work with my mom so she talks for me basically. the times I would need it would be very hard to use. not sure if I could do it with phone calls or video calls. am known to not call back for important things because dont answer my phone and will try to email them instead and no one wants to answer emails. will beg them not to call in message. they leave voice mail saying they got my message so call them back..... have video calls with my therapist and don't know how i'd use it for that. could help for in person doctor appointments but doctors are so impatient and want me in and out fast, don't know if it would improve much. I already never get to say all I need and non verbal communications is slow. don't know how twitch chat would react, so might be the only viable option...people that know me might be weirded out but whatever. new people might make fun of a robot voice but whatever x2 if I make it part of my "thing" they can deal with it especially if I cam finish making a vtuber and make that their "voice" maybe.... would be hard when playing games having to stop to type and won't say things enough so kinda same problem.....hmmm. could maybe at least work for art streams? 🤔

[nastybuckybarnes]

Bumps and Bruises

Pairing: Ghost X Reader

Summary: The tension between Ghost and his little street mouse finally snaps.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Implied Assault, Mouse has a sad back story, Mentioned Murder, Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, probably more,

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: The way that i have so many ideas for this series. also idk why but this smut was hard to write?? felt like my first time writing smut in a while which isnt the case??? anywho! I hope you enjoy 🩵

~*~

His footsteps are silent as he moves through the building, searching for any hostiles.

As he steps through a doorway, his hand comes up instinctively, grabbing onto someone's wrist as they swing the blade of a knife at him.

He grunts in surprise, yanking the person forward and pressing the gun to their head, only to immediately lower the weapon when he recognizes the eyes glaring up at him.

"Jesus, Mouse. Coulda killed ya," he huffs, tilting your hand to the side and inspecting the knife in your grasp.

"'ve been lookin' for this. Shoulda known you had it," he murmurs.

You tug out of his grip and hold the knife tightly to your chest, your eyes wild.

"Please. I need it."

His brows furrow, and then his eyes zero in on your split lip and the bruise on your cheek.

He takes a step closer, raising a hand toward your face only to pause when you flinch.

"Who did this to you?" He asks gruffly, gloved thumb lightly dusting over the cut on your lip.

You tug your head back, away from him, and step further into the darkness.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer, Mouse. You know how this works."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, arms crossing over your chest as you try to forget the man who tried to take advantage of you.

He got what was coming to him.

"I tripped."

Ghost scoffs from behind you, shaking his head and following you as you walk into the dusty old bathroom.

You peer at yourself in the mirror, the darkness of the room making it hard to see, but the outline is there, as is the darker bruise blooming on your cheek.

"Let me have a look," he says, waiting until you turn around to take another look.

You finally turn to face him, your eyes finding his for a long moment before he brings his gaze down to your lips.

One big, strong hand holds the side of your face, tilting your head this way and that so he can take a better look at the damage.

He hums, thumb stroking your cheek gently, absentmindedly, and then his eyes flicker back up to yours.

"Tell me who did this so I can put a bullet in their head," he whispers.

How dare anyone ever lay a finger on you, his soft little mouse.

Your gaze softens and you lean your head into his hand a bit more.

"He is dead," you whisper, nuzzling into his hand.

An eyebrow raises beneath his mask and Ghost finds himself leaning closer to you, thumb dragging down over your split lip.

"By your hand?" He asks quietly, his heart skipping a beat when you look up at him with those big beautiful eyes and nod.

"Good girl."

Those two words make your heart double in pace and warmth pool between your legs.

His eyes are fiery and focused on yours, reading your mind, your soul, until he speaks.

"Close your eyes for me, mouse."

You obey him as if it's second nature, letting your lashes kiss your cheeks.

You're about to question him when you suddenly feel his warm lips press against your own.

All thoughts die in your head as you melt into the kiss, your hands splaying on his vest as he leans in to deepen it, tongue flickering out to finally, finally get a taste of you.

You let out a soft sigh, one hand reaching around to the back of his neck and pulling him closer to you, desperate to feel more of him, to have more of him. All of him.

He obeys like the good soldier he is, pressing the entirety of his firm body against yours, slotting a thigh between your legs and holding steady when you buck your hips.

"Easy, love," he whispers against your mouth, pulling away to spin you around.

You tumble forward, hands bracing yourself on the bathroom counter, and he's quick to yank your pants down your legs.

Your panties follow next, but he's not even patient enough to take them off completely. No, instead he lets them dangle from your ankle as he lifts your leg and rests your knee on the counter.

He yanks his gloves off with his teeth, desperate to feel your bare skin.

"Gonna take me like the good little mouse you are?" He asks, wetting his fingers on his tongue then sliding them through your folds.

The noise that leaves your mouth nearly makes him cum in his pants.

"Fuckin' hell, 've barely touched you an' you're already fuckin' soaked. Naughty little thing," he whispers, warm breath fanning against your ear.

You can hardly see him in the mirror with how dark it is, but that only makes you wetter.

One of his thick fingers slips into your heat, pumping slowly and he groans at the tight grip your walls have on the digit.

"Tightest little cunt."

His lewd words make you clench around him and he wonders for a moment if you can even take his cock.

When you rock your hips back against his hand, desperately searching for more, he decides that he doesn't care. You're going to take it. He's going to make it fit.

He quickly slips a second finger inside of you, scissoring you open and relishing in the breathy moans falling from your pretty lips.

"Take your top off. Wanna see those pretty tits 'f yours," he murmurs. using his free hand to shove his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.

Your fingers tremble as you tug your shirt off, bra going next and leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

Your eyes find his in the mirror, his gaze hot and heavy, and your walls clamp down around his fingers.

He's surprised at the sudden flutter of your walls, the way your legs shake and your back arches, but not at all disappointed.

"Poor little mouse," he whispers, smoothing one big warm hand over your bare back. "Nobody's touched this pretty little cunt in a while, hmm?"

You shiver, arching into his touch and sighing like the sweet little thing you are.

He thinks back to your confession earlier, of you killing the man who tried, and he feels his cock throb at the very idea of it. The fact that you would kill someone else for touching you, yet here you are, putty in his hands. A man whose face you've never even seen. Who's name you don't know.

A dark chuckle leaves his lips and he lines his hips up with your ass, sliding his cock through your twitching folds.

You flinch, then lean into it, arching your back impossibly further, putting your sopping pussy on display for him, and he grunts softly at the feeling of you.

He knows he's forgone his shot at heaven, but this is close enough.

He can only imagine what it'll be like to be inside of you.

With both hands on your ass, spreading you open, he watches intently as the thick hot tip of his cock catches in your sloppy little cunt.

He inches his hips forward the tiniest bit, pausing when you let out a sound akin to a yelp.

"Come now, love, none of that. This greedy little pussy's just achin' for a big cock to fill 'er up. Let me take care of her, yeah?"

He slides one hand up around your neck, pulling you up so your back is to his chest while his other hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth.

As his fingers plunge between your lips, he snaps his hips forward, sheathing every thick inch of him inside of your sensitive quivering walls.

The moan that escapes you is muffled by his fingers, and your vision starts to blur as you feel him pulse inside of you.

"Fuck," he hisses, teeth scraping your neck.

"Fuckin.... ah fuck."

You don't even have the strength to make a sound. All you can do is drool helplessly and take his fat cock in your cunt.

Slowly, he rolls his hips, pressing his head against yours as your walls grip his length.

"Fuckin' tight..." he whispers, groaning deeply when your walls clench at his words, his voice.

"Say my name," he growls, teeth nipping at your ear.

You whine around his thick fingers, and he drags them from your mouth, only to grab your face and smear the mess on your cheeks.

"G-ghost," you try, weakly, only to get a harsh smack on your ass as punishment.

"Simon," he corrects, the hand on your ass moving to grope at your chest, "say it." He punctuates his demand with a particularly rough thrust and you mewl, your eyes rolling back as pleasure rolls through your body.

"Simon," you whisper, clenching around him every time the tip of his cock hits that spongey spot inside of you.

He grinds his teeth together, sweat rolling down his back as he pistons his hips harder, faster, desperate to hear you say his name again.

"Yeah, that's right. Tell me who's makin' you feel this good, mouse."

You whine again as your second orgasm of the night approaches, and he forces you to take it.

Splayed out on the counter, he fucks into you like you're a doll, fucks you through the waves of bliss, through your quivering walls and aching muscles.

Fucks you through it all just to hear you preen and moan and cry his name.

"Simon! O-oh yes... yes... Simon..."

He lets out an animalistic guttural groan at the sound of his name falling from your pretty lips, and loses himself in his own high.

His hips still, and you almost sob at the feeling of his hot cum coating your walls. Your cunt practically milks his cock, so tight around him that not a drop leaks out.

You breathe heavily, gasping and whining every now and then as aftershocks wrack your frame.

Simon's no better, but he manages to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him, nuzzling his nose into your hair and taking a few deep breaths. The scratch of his gear against your back serves as a reminder of just how wrong this is, but neither one of you seems to care.

"You a'right, mouse?"

It takes a moment, but eventually you nod, relaxing into his arms even as his cock softens inside of you.

A few precious, tender moments go by like this, and you wouldn't change them for the world.

Eventually, he lets out a heavy sigh and brings one hand to your thigh, carefully sliding your knee off of the counter and helping you stand on trembling legs.

He slides his cock from you and you feel your poor little hole gape at the loss. You swear your body has been permanently re-sized to fit his cock, but you're not mad about that.

He spins you around once again, eyes drinking in your figure from your feet all the way up to your own eyes, staring up at him with that same wonder, same awe that you always do.

If anything, it's amplified now.

He stays still as your fingers reach forward, tracing over his scarred lips.

"Simon," you whisper, tracing over the stubble on his jaw.

"Hmm?"

You only smile shyly up at him, then lean up on your toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He's momentarily stunned by the intimacy behind it, the softness.

When you go to pull away he grabs you by the back of the neck firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get you to stop moving.

He leans down and slots his lips against yours fully, kissing you once more.

It's softer than the kiss you shared earlier, less hurried. He takes his time, lets his lips explore yours for a long while before slowly pulling away.

He brings his free hand up and strokes your cheek gently, watching as you nuzzle into his touch once more.

It amazes him how freely you let him touch you. You've seen firsthand what this man can do, what he's capable of, yet here you are, seeking out his touch.

The same hands that have ended lives without a moment of hesitation, and you're letting him hold you with them.

"C'mon, little one. Let's get you cleaned up."

He does, in fact, get you cleaned up, and in turn, you show him to one of the new places that you call home.

It's a large house, with a mostly intact upper level. Your few belongings are tucked away safely, and you've made a bed out of all the blankets and pillows you can find.

The two of you lie together on what you call your bed, his arm wrapped around you and your head on his chest. His vest has been discarded next to the two of you, and you can hear his heart beating beneath your head.

"Ghost leave?" You ask, nails scraping at his exposed wrist.

He shakes his head, "not yet, not for a while."

You nod happily and snuggle closer to him, sighing heavily as sleep threatens to overtake you.

"Where are you from, Mouse?" He asks after a moment of silence, holding your little hand gently in his and inspecting it closely.

"And what happened here?"

You hum, lifting your head and watching as he traces a finger over your smooth palm, the scar tissue hiding any trace of your fingerprints.

Your eyes float up to his face and you spend a moment admiring him.

The hard skull plate of his mask is on the floor beside him, and the black balaclava is pushed up over his nose.

You can see more of his face than you ever have before.

"Not from here... not on map. I spend... long time trying to come here. Through trees... on boat... that is how I come here."

He nods slowly, absorbing every word of broken English that you're speaking.

"I live with mother... and father. But he... he is not good man. There were many young children... like me... and he keep us in... box for dog."

"Cage?" He asks, his heart hurting when you nod.

"Yes. We are kept in cage, in cold dark room. No food... no water... for days. But mother... she bring us food and water. She teach us to hide, to be quiet, to not be found. Show us how to leave cage. But one day... father find me."

Your eyes get a little distant as you remember that day. The way he didn't scream or yell, simply grabbed you and brought you into the kitchen. Forced your mother to boil the kettle. You remember her pleas, her cries. He was quick to silence her. You didn't understand what was going to happen at the time.

"He put hands in... bad water... burns... and he say that I... deserve it. That... it is what happens... when girls try to leave. He say that I will stay forever, until someone want to buy me... for babies."

The pieces start to make more sense.

Of course you're stealthy and quiet. You've been forced to be, all but trained to be. Your survival depended on it, and it still does now.

Rage builds up in Simon's chest and he wants nothing more than to find this motherfucker and put a bullet in his head.

"Where is he now?"

You sigh and rest your head back on his chest.

"One day, mother say... to run. Run and do not stop. Do not look back. She open cage and so I run. But I do look back. And I see... fire... big fire... and mother... is gone. But so is father. She... sacrifice for me. Everything."

You've had nothing but time to reflect on your childhood since escaping, and it's nothing new to you.

You miss your mother dearly, the only sense of comfort you've had until now.

"I'm sorry, Mouse."

You frown at his words and look up at him. Why is he sorry? He didn't burn your hands, rip your mother from you. He didn't keep you locked in a cage with the intention of selling you, your body, your purity, to the highest bidder.

Why should he be sorry?

Ghost says nothing more though, only pulls you closer to his body, plants a kiss on your forehead, and silently vows to do everything in his power to protect you. To keep you safe.

[gamblersdoll]

manipulation, work drama, coworker! sukuna

people hated and loathed working for him, he was a total brute and alot of times, an asshole.

he was known to piss employers or colleagues off, weather it be his smart ass mouth or it be he got into a fight with them. it worsens, as soon as he got into a management level.

he was also known to let people go for the smallest of things, (really, really small things). hes even let a man go for having bad breath, because what made that acceptable for work? especially for customers who came in— and he doesnt feel like dealing with that.

you somewhat feared him, this being your longest job and the only one thats kept you from being unemployed. in this economy? youd die. plain and simple— but yet, you have no qualms with the brute. they called him ‘the devil’s employee’ for anything he did, always running his mouth. yet, all you saw was a man who somehow got a job even with all the body modifications, yet back then youd be let go if your hair was ‘unkempt.’

who did he have to bargain to get this job?

your mind raced as your feet led to his office, he having the closed door policy— dont bother him unless he bother you, or emergency. even then, youd be fired if you came to him for an emergency.

three knocks on the door, and it swings open in a rage. “what?!” he looks for a bit, forgetting hes damn straight taller than everyone, and he finally sees you. “business?”

“uhh— you said you wanted me in yer office?” you remind, he nodding and beckoning his finger to his chairs. you only sneak inside, sitting immediately as he kicks the door shut. “whats this about?”

“you tell me.”

was he dumb, stupid, or slow? he cant be, he somehow got this job, so what the hell does he mean ‘you tell me?’

“uh, im not sure? you came to me with your demands.” you still have to remind this fine tatted fuck hes the one who called for you. it eats away at you, the nervous and tension bit at your skin for minutes.

“you look like a decently smart girl, yeah?” sukuna says, leaning back in his chair, almost manspreading and pressing his finger to his jaw to keep it up. “you know everyone of this company’s policies and procedures, huh?”

you nodded, giving a look as in ‘get to the fucking point.’

“so you should know there isnt a reason you should be intimate with coworkers.” he blurts, watching your face grow in confusion.

“you lost me.” you throw your hands up, sighing. “who am i supposed to be intimate with?” because how dare he— you hadnt been intimate with anyone in the workplace, not even outside (okay, not going too far.. just casually on dates!) so who were you dating in the workplace that he accused you of?”

“you know who im talking about.” he says monotone again, tapping his heavy foot on the floor.

“i truly dont.. sorry to tell.”

“saiko.” he says, as if you were supposed to know who that was. “says hes been seein’ you for the last couple of days.”

“saiko can kiss my ass.” you grit, he was known to find a pretty girl and just lie about statuses and relationships. “me and saiko dont even have each other’s phone numbers.” this had to be the most ridiculous thing you dealt with, thought sukuna was smart and maybe saiko would pick you next.

he raises an eyebrow , his vein slightly popping through his shirt. “watch yer mouth talkin’ to me, girl.” he reminds, could he write up for insubordination? no, hed just terminate you for it. “so if i were to investigate more, i wouldnt find anything you were hiding?”

“no, because again, i dont date inside my work.”

he nods, pressing his tongue against his cheek and he quickly stands. a couple small strides, and he folded his arms— standing over you. it looked lewd, like he was trying to shove his cock in your face. “you sure you wanna go with that, or am i going to find something else?”

he should be the one questioned about this, his literal groin was almost touching your face— dont even get yourself started on how big his thighs were. “no..?” you still say, because you were in the clear. he nods, backing away and he opens the door.

“beat it.” he beckons again, watching your hips as you walked out.

yet, there was a reason of his sudden questioning.

a sick, perverted, disgusting reason of why he asked, because hes had his sights on you for months, almost a year.

he could have just asked you on a date, a coffee run, or marybe just numbers. but your answers were known, he knew you didnt date inside the workplace. it angered him, he felt like he was indirectly rejected.

he knew he wasnt, but he also thinks you should know when its okay to let loose.

it was a simple crush he had— wouldnt even call it that to think of it, but it manifested itself into something else. he started having these lingering thoughts and looks, like he was longing. to hell with the ‘policies and practices’ bullshit, he had more power than anyone.

people who noticed that he was staring at you in meetings and gossiped were let go, with the reasons of insubordination, bad breath, improper behavior, many more.

he only grew more sick when he became a management level, having more authority over you— everyone he disliked. but that also ment he had authority over saiko, the man who wasnt as creepy as sukuna. he was known to find a nice looking woman and make up a scenario where you were dating.

and that angered the devils’ employee. because why the hell did he think he had a chance with you? how did he come up with this idea on his own? thats what sukuna wanted to know. and quite frankly, he didnt fuckin’ care.

saiko was then terminated and blacklisted, last you heard after your ‘meeting.’

[champion-of-love]

thinking about pink squad being the resident party throwers in ever after and all the shenanigans they get up to when planning

in the books, briar had the position of social throne on the student council (or something similar cant remember) so i just know that she has 100% memorized all the forms and steps on procedures on throwing events at eah.

apple wishes she has the same mastery as briar in paperwork. the girl can do budget proposals, logistical planning, role assigning, and etc in her sleep and thats not exaggerating.

(true hearts day being held in secret was an exception since grimm shot the event down as cupid suggested it. all their other events are approved by the school and grimm himself is going crazy trying to find a reason to reject their request but cant find a flaw in briar's event proposals.)

cupid is 'their guy' if they need anything. no matter how weird, how rare, how obscure, cupid knows how to get it. she just knows where to get it or knows someone who can get it for her ;)

girlie always has a delivery incoming to the point that blondie knows how to fake cupids signature so she could shoo away all the delivery birds that come to their dorm room because they need cupids signature before they could drop off their package.

hopper's their distraction guy. while he's not as charismatic in his human form, he's got a silver tongue in his frog form.

it isnt only just grimm who falls for hoppers made up play, but every teacher and professor falls for it too because he's just that good. made up plays, clubs, assemblies. he knows how to lie well enough that any school offical believe the lies coming out of his mouth.

(i know theyre teens still, but you cannot convince me that no one is drinking at any of these parties. theres no pressure to drink at all but the option's there if you wanna get loose and have a lil buzz. they're eventually going to drink alcohol in the future in balls and dances and such, so why not learn about their personal tastes and tolerance in alcohol now?)

the biggest hurdle in the pink squad's goal of getting happily ever wasted is, unfortunately, apple.

apple is a rule follower to her very essence and while she does go to the parties, she is against underage drinking. (but she's drunk on power all the time, okay jan.)

they figured out that the solution is just to always have a bowl of apple juice out in every party so that apple wouldnt know there's alcohol being served. they noticed that unless there wasnt any apple juice out, apple wouldnt try out any other drink. so with a bowl charmed to never run out of a.j., the students of ever after are free to drink as they please.

(i love the hc that ginger is also part of the pink squad, so im gonna give my hc of her in party planning as well)

ginger is their food and snacks girl. she makes the best food ever perfectly themed to the party that theyre throwing. from heart cakes on true hearts day, light finger food for the rager parties, to five course meals on their more classy events, ginger's got them covered. sometimes, she gets too conscious about what other people think of the food that she forgets to enjoy herself, but the pink squad drag her out of her funk and get her to have fun anyways

not members of the pink squad but people who sometimes help out

melody - the best dj in ever after! she uses these events sometime to test the reception to some of her upcoming songs before she releases them

daring - being blackmailed by cupid to act as a medic in case someone gets hurt. (this is also partly based on my cupid and daring friendship fic hjdjskr). he's the best in rescuing damsels, whats a drunk teen of not a damsel? (he's actually really good at giving first aid tho)

darling - security! they do have bouncers and such, but if anyones getting too rough at a party, they can get darling and a look from her gets the troublemaker running in fear or apologizing profusely

blondie - apart from committing forgery in cupid's name, she also gets the word out on her mirror blog when they have an event happening soon!

[angel-taser]

Praising Sukuna and he flips out | Sukuna x Cocky!Reader | Barely suggestive

Synopsis: You tease Sukuna ONCE and now he’s all flustered, so when you call him out on it he decides he wants to get you back!

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this scenario for DAYS-!!! DAYS I SAY! It’s probably very ooc but the idea is fun so enjoy! Sorry if it isnt the best, I was rushed and just writing whatever I thought of!

Content Warnings: Reader is cocky, Sukuna is cockier but gets put in his place, Flustered Sukuna, female reader, appearance of true form!sukuna with non canon physics at the end, Implied smut at the end, or at least smth spicy! Ooc sukuna probably

Word Count: 902

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Sukuna enjoyed toying around with curses before exorcising them. It gave his sadistic mind something to do when he didn’t feel like massacring the city. Yuji had switched with him because the brat didn’t have the energy to fend off the last few curses before help arrived, Sukuna wasn’t mad about that though.

He laughed as another curse died from his hands. “Oh this feeling is exhilarating! One more to go,” he said aloud, a grin pasted on his tattooed face.

“Oh really? Well thanks for doing the dirty work,” a voice said from behind him.

He whipped around confused as to who dared to interrupt him. It was you. You were a sorcerer at Jujutsu High, one of the assistant teachers. He heard Yuji talk about you a few times, about how good you were as a sorcerer. Sukuna couldn’t help but be intrigued by your presence.

“Eh?! What the hell woman I have it under control!” He snapped at her as she approached him, her smile unwavering.

“And you did such a good job,” she cooed. “But mama’s got it from here,” she added, patting Sukuna’s cheek before unsheathing her katana which was embedded with cursed energy.

Sukuna froze, his heart started pounding. What the hell? Why did he like that? His eyes narrowed at her as she watched her beat the final special grade curse that was left in the building. His face felt hot, he was sure it was almost as red as his eyes.

She looked back at Sukuna once she was done and couldn’t help but laugh. “What? Something the matter?” She teased, walking over to him. He stepped back.

“Back off woman! I don’t know what the hell happened but don’t let it get to your head!” He growled, turning away and walking down the hallway.

Y/N chuckled. “Well, the King of Curses has a praise kink? That’s interesting…” she mumbled to herself.

~~**~~

The next day, Y/N set out to find Yuji. Maybe he knew something about this.

“Hey Yuji! C’mere for a second!” She called out to him as he was training, a bright smile on her face.

He looked at her confused and jogged over to her. “Hey! What’s up?” He asked her, a smile on his face to match hers.

“Is Sukuna upset up there?” She asked, poking his forehead with a grin. Yuji’s eyes widened at the question.

“What?”

“You know, is he being all mopey? Last time I saw him he was practically a puddle on the floor, an angry one,” she said, standing up straight again.

Yuji scratched his chin thinking. “Actually, yeah he has, ever since I let him out again he’s been all grumbly, do you know why?” He asked her.

Y/N smiled wider. “No way! I was right!” She laughed, a hand on her head in disbelief. “I think the King of Curses doesn’t know how to handle a woman complimenting him,” she cooed with a chuckle.

Yuji’s eyes widened. “No way! Are you serious?!” He said in disbelief.

Y/N nodded. “Yep! I witnessed it first hand,” she sighed with a smile.

A mouth popped up on Yuji’s cheek. “You bitch! You didn’t do anything it just caught me off guard! Don’t let it get to your head!” Sukuna’s voice roared. This only made Y/N laugh.

“So defensive, I guess he really doesn’t like finding a weakness huh?” She hummed, poking Yuji’s cheek. Yuji covered his mouth holding back a chuckle.

Sukuna growled and chomped his teeth at Y/N. “You just wait, I’ll get you back!” He snapped at her.

“Get me back huh? We’ll see about that, have fun training Itadori!” She said waving at Yuji as she left.

“I’m gonna get her back,” Sukuna mumbled before retreating back into Yuji’s mind.

~~**~~

That night, Y/N was in her pajamas, laying in her bed scrolling through her phone. The events from today lingered in her mind. What did he mean he was gonna get her back?

There was a knock at the door. She groaned and got up, who the hell is awake at this hour?

She walked over and opened the door, her eyes widened when she was met with a tattooed chest, her eyes went up to meet the face of the man in her doorway. It was Sukuna, he has a mask that looked like it was made of wood on the one side of his face, a shit eating grin plastered on his lips. He had an extra set of arms under his shoulders.

“What the hell-“ Y/N mumbled. “Where’s Yuji-“

“The brat is fine, this is my OWN body,” he chuckled, forcing himself into her room. “You know…your little comment has been wracking my brain,” he hummed looking around her room.

Y/N watched as the large man looked around. “Really?” She gulped, her voice strained with weariness.

Sukuna nodded. “Oh yeah~ it got me thinking~”

“A-about what?” Y/N stuttered.

His ruby eyes met hers. “What kind of things make you do that?” He hummed, tilting his head.

Her eyes widened, taking a step back in shock. “Excuse me?” She coughed out. Two large hands grabbed her waist.

“What makes you tick~? We’re gonna find out~” he snickered, his two other hands finding the curves of her body.

He observed how she writhed and blushed under his touch, small whimpers leaving your mouth as she did.

“This is gonna be fun, pet~”

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A/N: I AM TOO SCARED TO WRITE SMUT BUT MAYBE IN THE FUTURE! But yeah I hope you enjoyyyyed~! Might rewrite it when I have more time and confidence lmao. Til next time!

Bye Pookies!💕

[hyuny-bunny]

cybersex | camgirl! x skz

chapter I • chapter III

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. content warnings will include the following for this chapter: mention of masturbation, oral (m rec), alcohol, p in v (no condom / reader on birth control), cum, creampie/breeding, use of pet names (good boy/puppy), threesome, afab reader

genre: skz x camgirl!reader, use of she/her/hers

wc: 3.5K

Chapter 2

You had stopped by to see Sana at the restaurant tonight while she was having her break. Since you didn’t have an official breakroom, most of the staff would sit in the storage room. You had come in from the alley through the exit and sat chatting away in the storage room. It was far from ideal but the room was quite big, there were tucked away corners stacked with crates no one used that doubled as your chairs. As you caught Sana up on all the moving festivities and the cute downstairs neighbor who always seemed to be heading out as you were coming in, someone walked into the room. You both fell quiet hearing two familiar voices.

“Do you really think it’s her?”

“All the dots connect back to her. Look, she’s been moving into that place all week and it just so conveniently happens to be that KitsuneKitty has been on a break?” You clocked in on Jeongin’s voice, Sana is about to speak but you’re quick to cover her mouth.

“Dude-”

“Hear me out, who else would Sana bring on to her stream? We know what her girlfriend looks like from the other streams. It’d only make sense considering that Sana and Y/N were living up until this last week. Then, after she came on the first stream, she filmed from the same room, two more times after that stream, before doing it in another spot. Besides, do you really think she makes enough here? To live in that apartment all alone?”

“You’re kinda creeping me out with how closely you pay attention to detail.” You hear Seungmin say as they shuffle around in their spot. They were talking about you not even realizing you were there listening to everything. 

“And you should pay attention more. Then, just the other day, I saw a box in the lobby on my way out addressed to her,” Jeongin is abruptly cut off by Seungmin.

“Please tell me you didn’t open her package.”

“OF COURSE NOT… I looked up the return address and it was to a sex store online.” You kick a bag of flour in the corner on accident. They stop talking for a moment trying to see if anyone else is in the storage room. Sana is frozen as a statue, she doesn't dare to take a breath. 

“Look, I’m not saying it isnt her… but what does it good does it do us to know if it is her? What’re you gonna say? ‘Hey, I wank it to you almost every night, big fan of your work’? You can’t even look her in the eye as it is, could you look her in the eyes if she knew how much you-” It was Seungmins turn to be cut off

“Oh don’t act like you’re above it! Your walls are a lot thinner than you think. I don’t know what I’d do though… Probably beg her to use me for her own pleasure.” The conversation comes to an abrupt stop when you hear the storage room door swing open. This time it’s  Minho’s voice that booms in. 

“I have plates getting cold, can you two stop fucking around and run them?” 

“Sorry, Jeongin wanted to discuss his revelations about your little minx. He’s getting too antsy for that surprise stream.” Seungmin slaps the back of Jeongins shirt as he pushes him out of the storage room. The room is silent once more with only the faint sound of Minho talking.

You turn to Sana to find that her eyes have gone as wide as yours. Your head is whirling with thoughts, all consumed by the reality that they knew. It didn’t scare you though, it only added to your excitement. Oh, tonight’s surprise might’ve been spoiled as you had planned a face reveal but another idea had come to mind. Instead, you toyed with the idea of what Jeongin had said. You pull out your phone to text the two of them.

“What’re you doing? Are you okay? I’m so sorry I should have never told those two idiots about my stream I just didn’t even think they were sober enough to remember let alone watch.” Sana asked worriedly, there’s a fear inside of her bubbling over, that she would be the reason you felt violated.

“This isn’t your fault! I’m fine really, I don’t mind at all. I’m a little surprised I guess but I knew the risk I was taking. Besides, I’m a little surprised that they would even begin to pay that much attention.” You say grabbing Sana by both arms to reassure her that you are more than okay. There was nothing to be upset about truthfully, you were flattered that they watched your streams. “Now, I think I owe my little detectives a surprise for figuring it out.

You: hey! do you two want to come by my place for some drinks tonight? i have a surprise for you both :3

Jeongin: sure! we’re both working rn but i’ll pick something up on the way :) 

Seung: sweeeet, whats the surprise?

You: it’s nothing really but its really something you’ll love!

They took the bait so easily it was almost comical, Sana was leaning over your shoulder watching your texts. 

“Oh you are a little minx, aren’t you? I think Mina and I will have to watch this tonight.”

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You had set the room up for tonight's show, this room had been your best surprise yet. The windows were covered by white floor-to-ceiling drapes, tied with black ribbon and embroidered with delicate flowers. You had left the hardwood exposed, opting for a white fur throw rug in place moving it in or out of the way depending on the occasion. The bed was centered in the room, it was covered by silk pink sheets, a lacey pink comforter, white throw blankets, and an assortment of pillows in all shapes and sizes. The room was dimly with your led light bulbs, offering a soft pink glow to the room, it seemed like a sweet and coquettish room aside from the bookshelf lined with vibrators, dildos, and other assorted sex toys. 

You had prepped yourself like you normally had for these streams, the makeup was always fairly simple. A smooth base with glowy skin, the perfect shade of blush that made you look flushed, an eye shadow look that held more emphasis on the strategically placed shimmers that captured like diamonds with light reflections, and the mauve shade of lipstain that made your lips look pouty and bitten. You put on a matching black two-piece set under your inconspicuous outfit consisting of a grey sweater and black shorts that were a tighter fit, topped with a pair of black over-the-knee socks. The stream was set to start at 11 pm and your boys had arrived at 10 pm on the dot.

You opened the door with a gleeful smile, welcoming them in. They both wore t-shirts with sweats, and both had a cologne that wafted in the room. While you had never felt any crushing feelings for the two of them, there was no denying how cute they were. They were cute in the way that gets a girl giddy when she sees her waiter is this hot and their sweet mannerisms just added to the effect. You asked them how their day was as you pulled out some snacks for the beer they had brought over. You all sat on the floor surrounding the coffee table, the buzz slowly crept up on you.

“Mm so what was our surprise?” Seungmin asked as he took a sip of his drink. Jeongin had been frequently checking his phone, it was almost time. You had decided that now was as good of a time as any. There was still about 10 minutes from the countdown, that left the perfect amount of time to see if your plan would go as you wanted.

“You sure you want it now? Jeongin seems a little antsy, are you sure you want the surprise right now?” You smile to the both of them letting your eye contact linger on Jeongin a little longer, his lip bitten by his teeth.

‘Oh uh, um, yeah sorry I just was, uh, waiting for something.” He says before locking his phone once more and setting it down on the coffee table. You wink at him before telling them to follow you to the surprise, not missing the way Seungmin cocks a brow in surprise, and Jeongin’s cheeks flush pink. You walk down the hall to the two of them in toe, before you reach the door, you look up to the two of them with a warning. 

“You can refuse your surprise if you want, it’s no fun if you don’t want it got it?” They both shake their heads quickly like puppies before sparing a glance to each other. You open the door instructing them to sit in front of the screen, once the door is closed behind you, there's an internal flip switch for you.

 “I was thinking long and hard about what you said, and really, it warms my heart to know you two watch me to get off.” The tops of their cheeks are burning as they sit cross-legged staring at you sink to your knees, crawling over to them on all fours before stopping between the two of them. 

“And I thought that there was no better to reward you two for being so supportive of me then to return the favor? Hmm? I mean hearing you say you’d let me use Jeongin, got me so wet I had to come straight home and touch myself to the thought.” You notice the strain in their pants is growing, you feel yourself getting hotter when you lean forward resting your hands on the tops of their thighs. 

“You’ll let me use tonight, right, Jeongin? You’ve been such a good boy waiting for my return, you want to make me happy mm?” You say rubbing your hand up his thigh to where you can see the outline of his cock imprinting his sweats, he nods yes and whimpers when you brush your hands just across his boner. “Poor baby, can’t even use your words and I haven’t even started. I need to hear you say yes.”

“Y-yes, p-please.” You pull him into a kiss by his shirt muttering good boy and letting him lean back. You turn to Seungmin, his eyes are blown out staring at the hand resting on his thigh. You pick his chin up to make him look you in the eyes. His big brown puppy eyes stare at you, if it wasn’t for the waiting audience of viewers you would’ve pounced on the two of them already.

“You too puppy? I can’t touch you unless you say you want me to.”

“Yes.” Seungmin says almost above a whisper. You lean forward planting a sweet kiss on his lips as well. 

You swiftly stand up stripping yourself of the shorts and sweater, reaching for your mask before pressing the button to begin the stream. The chat is pouring with comments about where you’ve been, the new set up and most importantly your two guests. You giggle at some of the comments that already begging them to strip.

“You’re all gonna have to be warm and welcoming to my two guests okay? They’ve been some long-time supporters of mine and I have to show my gratitude in so my way right?” You say taking notice of the two boys palming themselves from the monitor. “Can my puppies strip for me?”

Any thoughts the two of them have ever shared are out the window, they both are pulling their shirts off, ridding themselves of all clothes til they're down to their underwear. You instruct them both to stay standing up, you look back at the monitor catching a glimpse of what everyone else was watching. You bite your lip looking at the monitor rubbing their hard on’s over their underwear, while stroking Seungmin, you pull Jeongin in close to you, reaching up to grab the waistband of his underwear with your teeth pulling them down just until hit his knees. His thighs shiver and the feeling of your mouth so close to where he needed it. He kept his arms and hands behind his back unsure of what to do with them, he stepped out of the underwear where you returned to Seungmin to do the same. They’re both much bigger than you expected which only sends a rush of wetness into the spot in your panties that's already soaking through. 

You take Seungmin into your mouth looking up at him, he’s looking down at you with his jaw slack and moans slipping past his lips while you take as much of him into your mouth. You feels so warm and wet around him, he cant help the way his cock twitches when you moan so heavily around his cock. He forces himself to keep his hands at his sides while you work your mouth on him but the idea of taking a fistful of your and rutting himself into your mouth is tantalizing. Jeongin watches in awe looking up at his roommate's fucked expression, he waits like the good boy he is. Your hand still stroking him, his tip angry pink with drops of precum beading at the tip. The movement of your mouth against Seungmin gets sloppier as you leave your spit and saliva covered all over his cock, you feel him getting closer to cumming with the way he twitches in your mouth. You pull off him and he whines out at the loss, his cock twitching while you keep pumping ever so slowly.

“Such good boys aren’t they? Do we think they should cum yet?” You say while moving to Jeongin to bring him into your mouth next, he almost cums when your tongue makes contact. There’s a large donation thats sent to you that reads off a message

$1000 donation from hyjnny “let the one in your mouth fuck you doggy since he’s such a good dog”

You let him out of your mouth with a pop and smile looking back at the camera, thanking the donor. Your legs feel weak at the thought of letting Jeongin take you from behind. You continue to make sloppy wet noises against his cock, taking him as far down your throat before gagging and going back in once more. He watches with eyes wide, it feels like a dream to watch you take him down your throat. He was always shy with his size, too many of his partners complained that it wasn’t pleasurable so the idea of not only being so far down your throat but to fuck you in front of the thousands of people watching wanted to make him cry cumming.

Seungmin is starting to thrust into your hand as most of your focus is on Jeongin fitting in your mouth. He’s erratically fucking into the makeshift hole that is your hand, letting some of his own spit dribble out. You finally pull off Jeongin, and a line spit connecting your mouth to his cock stays between you two. You instruct them to kneel now once more in front of the camera, you align them to face each other with you in between, you lean into kiss Seugmin and place Jeongins hands on your tits. They’re both squishing you between them, Jeongin focused on groping your tits and ridding you of your bra. Seungmin’s hand dives to firmly grip your neck in his hand while Jeongin humps you over your underwear from behind. The room fills with the sound of wet kisses and breathy moans. You pull Seunmin off your mouth and pull your panties off to leave you in nothing but your socks. Another donation pings,

$500 donation from 97ddynahc “suck the brunette off while the other fucks you from behind, let them both breed your holes” 

Your pussy dripped with the need for the two of them, to take them both at the same time was going to take a lot to not orgasm at the first movement. You let Jeongin guide your hips in place, his tip swiping at your entrance and nudging your clit sending a chill through you and a gasp. 

“Let me know if it’s too much okay? I know I’m on the bigger side and its uncomfortable for some people,” Jeongin says in small voice, hes terrified of hurting.”

“I promise, puppy.” Every time you called them ‘good boy’ or ‘puppy’ it only made Jeongin want to fuck the sweetness out of you until you could only beg. He slides in letting you adjust to him before moving. He fills you up, you feel every inch and ridge inside of you as he rocks his hips back in forth. You thighs shake wanting to just squirt all over his cock in that moment.

“Jeongin, ah, please.. Go harder please,” Your whimpers sound like music to them, it doesn’t take long for him to pick up the pace, slamming his hips down into you while Seungmin grabs your face to do the same. Seungmin takes hold of your head, creating a makeshift ponytail as he begins fucking your mouth, he’s big. He hits the back of your throat with every thrust, the motion of the two of you only forces you to take Seungmin even further down your throat.

Jeongin can't help himself, he’s so entrapped with the way your ass moves with every slam of his hips. He adjusts your hips to pick up more speed and hits that spongey spot inside you, the new angle causes you to moan vibrating against Seungmins cock. It felt so dirty to be used the way you were at this very moment but it only made you clench around Jeongins cock. They both are panting and grunting with every thrust, skin slapping against skin. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly and hard. The build-up in your stomach has you clenching harder than before causing Jeongin to thrust deeper, he slows down and grips your hips fully pulling you into him. Burying his cock deep in your pussy he lets go of everything, he whines loudly and shakily, and you wonder if the neighbors can hear him. He doesn't stop thrusting knowing you're close. Seungmin pulls off you and starts stroking himself to allow himself to cum on your face and chest. Your mouth hangs open while he shoots his warm white cum all over your face and chest letting whatever you catch in your mouth, swallow back. Jeongin continues thrusting grabbing your arms to hold them behind and Seungmin reaches under you to circle your clit as you cry out, squirting all over the two of them. You both stay still, trying to catch your breathe. You look up at the monitor, your mask sloppily misaligned and the other two boys are about to pass out. You wave goodbye and say your thank yous turning the stream off. 

You crawl over to the bed reaching for your robe, trying to grip the bed to stand up but your legs give out. Jeongin stands up somewhat stable, lifting you up into his arms with is arms wrapped around your waist.

“ I have water in the shower for us, theres some.. water bottles in there.” You say tired as Jeongin sits you on the love seat in the corner. Seungmin is grabbing a towel from the dresser to layover the mess covering the floors.

Jeongin remerges with water in hand. Your throat is sore but you feel like your on cloud 9. No one says a word while you drink the water down.

“So uh… How was it?” You ask to break the silence.

“Better then I ever could have dreamed of. Would you… want to maybe do it again?” Seungmin is the first to speak, you feel yourself blushing. It felt so silly to blush after you just let them cum in/on you.

“ Oh uh.. Definetely… I don’t know about a threesome again. That was a lot of cardio for me” You giggle at the last part. Jeongin laughs, it was one he does when he was a little shy about compliments.

“Sorry for cumming in you, I wasn’t sure if i should but can I get you a Plan B or um,” Jeongin asks but you shake your head laughing.

“No worries here, I’m on the pill. Do you guys mind keeping this between us? I just wouldn’t want anyone at work to know if that’s okay?” You ask.

“Worried about Minho? Don’t worry he’s hopelessly in love with you but this stays between us… and maybe everyone who watched but who cares about those one’s.” Seungmin says reassuring you. 

You walk the two of them to the door and say your goodnights, you settle away in bed after a nice long bath, trying to relax any possibility of sore muscles. You’re drifting to sleep when you get a message.

hyjnny: hey babe, loved your live tonight. If you ever want to collaborate sometime let me know, think we might be pretty close. Check my page out, i think you’ll like what you see. Here’s my number if you want to meet up sometime xxx-xxx-xxxx

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a/n: feeling a little rusty but i hope you all love this chapter, look forward the next one ;)

taglist (7/30): @skzooluvr @breadpuddingboys @weshhhhhhhhhhhhh @ihrtlix @complete-kpop-trash @strayzid @amara-mars

[latoyalestrange]

geronimo

seb. sallow x f!reader

(i am once again apologizing because this was meant to be a drabble and is not drabble length. enjoy anyway whores)

summary: when taking a shortcut leads to taking your clothes off in front of sebastian sallow

words: 1.2k

warnings: ngl she's kinda spicy. oopsie? aged up seb and mc. not edited and also not good lol. as always minors dni.

finding those blasted demiguise statues had to be your least favorite assignment yet. your groundskeeper (who was an alcoholic, by the way) had somehow gotten you to agree to do his personal bidding in exchange for learning how to use alohomora. it had to be some kind of violation, but looking for harmless little statues was much easier than exploring any catacomb or solving any trial of puzzles, so you didn't complain.

on the other hand, it required a lot of walking, and a lot of aimless searching. on this particular search brigade, however, you'd received a tip from a fellow student that lived in north ford bog that a strange glowing artifact was hidden in an abandoned cottage just outside the hamlet. sebastian decided he would come along for the adventure, mostly hoping to find something worth value in the house and to annoy you along the way.

"i think i see a shortcut just there..." you stretched your neck out to see further down the faded and forgotten bath to your right, just hardly noticeable.

"it's not on the map?" sebastian inquired, peering over your shoulder to get a look at the map in your field guide.

"no...let's see what's this way." without waiting for a response, you pushed the heavy brush to the side to allow yourself to be swallowed by the leaves.

"don't just--y/n! wait for me." he followed behind you, trying to dodge the rough branches threatening to whack him in the eye. you ignored him until you reached a clearing, not wanting to linger in the prickliness. you emerged to see a breathtaking view. you had found yourself on a cliff's edge above the quaint lake in the center of the hamlet. the evening moon reflected on the calming ripples in the water, lighting up the clearing with a haunting blueish glow.

sebastian soon emerged from the brush as well, sputtering a leaf out of his mouth. you didn’t notice, still captivated by the view. he straightened himself and his robes and finally joined you near the edge of the cliff.

“it’s beautiful, isnt it?” he turned to gaze at you, your eyes practically sparkling from reflection in the water. he couldn’t help but notice how your plush lips glistened from your homemade dittany lip oil. he smiled as it reminded him of how much he adored your femininity. you could utterly destroy grown men and women with your powerful incantations in one minute, and the next you would be fixing your hair and blotting your nose. you were badass and graceful about it at the same time. it could make sebastian weak in the knees sometimes.

“hm?” you quirked your head to the side at his distant gaze. he seemed to be looking through you with a gentle smile lingering on his lips. he blinked his thoughts away quickly.

“yeah, incredible…” he took his first look out across the water, breathing in the gentle breeze. “hey, i dare you to jump in.” he challenged with a sly smirk. your first instinct was to immediately refuse, thinking about how cold the water would be and how it would soak your best school uniform. but, upon giving yourself a second to ponder it…

“sure.” you shrugged, agreeing in a casual tone. the smile instantly vanished from the boy’s face.

“what? no, i don’t think you should actually—“

“you’re jumping with me, though.” his throat nearly closed up at the sight of your hands reaching up to unclasp the first button on your vest. he was stammering to find the right words as your vest fell to the forest floor.

“i actually don’t know how deep that lake is—“ you stepped forward to peer over the edge of the landing, inspecting the water. you turned back to him and shrugged once more.

“looks deep enough to me.” you smiled reassuringly at him, but it made him even more nervous. you placed a hand on his shoulder for support as you removed your kitten heels. he felt like his entire body was buzzing.

“okay, but you have to think about the rocks too—“

“sebastian. you know me well enough to know that i never back from a dare. i thought you were too, but it’s okay if you’re afraid.” he realized what you were doing immediately and it was proven by the smug smile on your face. you didn’t avert your eyes from his as you slipped your blouse off of your shoulders, leaving your upper half exposed to the moonlight. sebastian looked like he could explode.

any expression of annoyance or concern left his face as he watched you. he couldn’t find any wordsto say, he just stood frozen before you with an appreciative stare.

“okay, well i’m jumping. it sounds like a rush. bring my robes down for me will you?” he just nodded, holding a stack of your clothes in his arms as you stood before him in only a corset top and an aggravatingly short slip skirt. he was almost salivating at the sight. didn’t shift his gaze as you took a deep breath, centering yourself before sparking at the edge and leaping off with a graceful dive.

sebastian seemed to have come out of his trace as you left his view, blinking his sinful thoughts away. he frantically started on his own clothes, realizing the opportunity in front of him.

down below, your body had broken the waters surface with a grand splash, sending you deep down to the bottom on the lake. however cold you thought the water was, it was ten times worse. but as you emerged again, the wave of shock sent across your skin from such a drastic change slowly subsided. you dipped your head back, allowing your now saturated hair to lay flat behind your face. you rubbed your eyes, still getting your bearings before a loud splash erupted just next to you. you were drenched once again and certainly surprised to see sebastian’s head popping out of the water in front of you.

“i thought i finally found your weakness for a moment, sallow,” you teased him as he wiped the water droplets off of his own face.

“you’ll never know.” his confident smirk returned. it made you notice how prominent his muscular shoulders were just below.

“yeah? why’s that?” your words were innocent but your tone was entirely contradictory.

“you’ll just never guess what it is.” his voice reciprocated the same flirtatious influence, which you took as an invitation to swim closer to him.

“no?” your voice was quiet now, just a few inches away from him. he shook his head.

“are you sure?” your hand slithered up his arm to grasp his strong shoulder. “cause i think i might have an idea.”

it was silent between the two of you as he searched for any reluctance in your eyes and his own mind for a way to top your antics with a bolder gesture. you felt something ignite in your stomach as you saw what he wanted to do in his eyes. before you could react, his hand tangled in your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you into a passionate, burning kiss. it was like all of the pent-up desire was released between you two at the same time.

from that day forward, sebastian was your favorite exploring partner. partially because he knew the area like the back of his hand, but mostly because you never wanted mischief like this to end.

[kagecreep]

An Aftermath (VxMC)

(KillerChat)

Description: The aftermath of your first in-person meeting with V... you take care of him.

(Some small spoilers for V's route!)

Notes: this is my first KC fic! i wanted to take off where V left us after the first meeting, with the police and all. So the first little bit of this is basically taken directly from the game. youll see what is and isnt (: WC: 3.1k

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It feels like forever until the police leave. You peek out of your curtain and wait until the last sirens fade. V laughs breathily. He looks at you with so much adoration. 

You take V into your arms, cradle him. Tilt his chin down, kiss him. He laughs into your kiss; disbelieving and heartened, like the noise of victory.

"I'm beginning to believe that you are being truthful, my love," he said.

"Truthful?" You ask, pulling away.

"That alibi could not have been constructed by any run-of-the-mill serial killer. No... there was skill involved. Whether that arrives from formal instruction or training I do not know, but after all... that you fooled me you were a serial killer at all proves your talent."

You could practically cry with relief; the fact that his realization came with a smile, a tinge of pride in his voice.

"Finally!" You laughed, squeezing his arms.

"I apologise for how long it's taken me, my love. But in a way, I'm glad that you are not a serial killer––at least, not yet."

"Not... yet?"

"For our first real date, I plan on feeding many a corrupt official to my animals. I hope you will find it... enlightening."

His voice deepened in the delightful way it often did when he spoke of more serious topics, and despite the gravitas of the situation and his admission for his plans, you couldn't help but feel your heart melt.

For the next several hours after your encounter with the police, you continued peering through the blinds of your windows, watching to see if any of the cars come back. It happened quickly, and the moment of truth, long awaited and long agonized, passed with ease. Somehow, convincing policemen of V's innocence was much easier than you had imagined it would be. You supposed they didn't want much trouble considering their evidence was almost non-existent, anyway.

You checked one last time––an assurance of your fears––and let out a sigh of relief.

You turned back and found V standing in your living room, resting his weight by a hand on your couch's armrest. His breathing, audibly ragged, gave soft movement to his chest. Despite the blood and difficulty standing and breathing, his posture was stiff, and his mouth closed out of some sense of decorum when he realized you were staring at him.

"Valentin," you said, the name spilling out before you realized it. "That's your name, yes?"

He nodded somewhat hesitantly. The adrenaline of the moment seemed to have worn off now.

"Yes, it is," he said, his voice firm as ever.

"It's very beautiful," you said quietly.

He stuttered for a moment, his eyes widening imperceptibly.

"Um – thank you," he said with a gracious nod and smile. 

A soft blush filled his cheeks. Both of you stared at each other for a moment, neither daring to move before the other.

"Oh, um," you suddenly broke the silence, shaking your head, "your wounds. You're bleeding."

"As I said, the wounds are not severe," he said.

You strode forward, placing a hand on his own curled around his stomach. He winced, pulling back.

"Well let's get your 'not severe' wounds patched up, alright?" You said softly, looking up at him. 

"You're very kind. Did I say that already?"

"Maybe," you said. "But it's not really kindness. It's more... basic human decency."

You grunted a little as you set his other arm over your shoulder, helping balance him as you led him to the bathroom. Fortunately the distance was short, and you fumbled your way inside, opening the door with one hand and stumbling in.

"You might be surprised at how few people enact your 'basic human decency'. Perhaps it is not as basic as you think," he said, groaning as you sat him down on the edge of the toilet. "Perhaps you are more extraordinary than you realize."

"No time for your sweet words, my dear," you said. 

Your voice shook slightly as you began to rifle through the cabinets and underneath the sink, looking for antiseptic and a first aid kit.

A soft chuckle came from above, and you nearly hit your head on the counter as you lifted to meet his gaze. He was smiling at you, never moving from you, his heart still in your eyes.

"What?" You asked.

It was rare to find a gaze so intense.

"I... find myself very happy, to hear you say that. To hear you call me that," he said, earnesty bleeding in his tone.

"My dear?" You asked, and he nodded gently. You reached up to cup his cheek. "You are my dear."

There was little melody in your tone, but the softness remained. Assiduous and sincere.

You watched his throat as he swallowed thickly, how the skin shifted and revealed his delighted nerves without speaking a word. Just as gently as your hand arrived it receded, and your attention turned back to the task at hand; you grabbed a cleaner and bandages, and placed them on the counter. Shifting over, you settled between his legs which hung open in his slack state. He stiffened above you––a poor attempt to fix his posture.

"Do you need help taking off your shirt?" You asked, doing your best to quell your shaking heart. When his eyes widened, mouth parting to stammer out questions, you quickly followed with, "I need to see what I'm tending."

"You know, I can do this myself. There have been many a time I have returned from a hunt injured," he said with a soft chuckle.

A smile broke across your lips. You lifted yourself up onto your knees and began curling your fingers round the edge of his shirt, pulling up to reveal the soft, torn skin beneath.

"There's something to be said for servitude," you murmured as you gently stripped him. Over chest, over shoulders, through sleeves. "Sometimes, when in service to someone worthy, pleasure can be derived in helping them. So let me help you. It will bring me great pleasure."

Words choked in his throat again. He remained silent, his smile twitching, and nodded.

His sweater, splattered in curling and splashing patterns of red, gave way to dark skin shadowed in his own blood. Holy ichor, pulsing and dried, flaking off the curves of his abdomen and breast. The wound was still damp. You washed everything away and the stickiness dissipated, gone from everywhere but your fingers, where it lingered beneath your nails, tainted by the scent of antiseptic. With slow, careful hands, you wrapped his stomach in white bandages, sealing the wound from the prying eyes of light.

For a moment, envy flooded you; or perhaps hunger, a lusting desire. Greed. Envious that you could no longer peer into his flesh. The meat of his being. You let the feeling go and tried not to linger on the implications.

There is no greater intimacy. I could've dug my fingers in, torn and revealed, but you trusted me to seal you back together.

You set everything away, tucking the remaining bandages and cleaner back underneath the sink.

A hand on your cheek. Cold and sweaty. You looked up and met his eye.

"Thank you, again," he said. "I seem to be thanking you many times today."

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. Evidently, however, the sentiment was not fully returned. His gaze flickered away, lips parting as he debated his words.

"I... do not wish to impose myself upon you, my love. As I said earlier, I did not come looking for hospitality. Only a refuge," he said, at last returning to search your expression. Quietly, he added, "only for a little while. I can return home, if that is what you desire."

"V, you can stay as long as you want to. And to let you know I mean it, I'll tell you that I was thinking of what we'll have for dinner, and where you'll sleep tonight," you said. "Um, if you want to stay here, that is."

A soft breath left his chest, and he smiled.

"If it's not too much trouble," he murmured, "I am entranced, being in your presence."

You laughed, your face warming with blush.

"I have noticed you're a little less... talkative?"

"Just captivated by your beauty, my love."

By now, you were sure your face was fully inundated with a thick blush.

Pulling V's arm over your shoulders, you carefully led both of you out of the bathroom and back to the living room, where you set him down on the couch. You bent down and lifted his legs as well, settling them on a pillow on the couch. He made some weak attempt at protesting, but upon seeing your smile, his words fell silent and he graciously accepted your kindness.

You sat down on the floor next to him, your legs curled up beside you as you leaned on the couch seat where he lay.

"I don't really eat meals, so to speak," you explained. "Sorry. I eat a lot of small meals. So I'll... try my best to find something for you to eat. Are you hungry? Is Lebanese food okay?"

"Anything you make will do just fine. Food is sustenance, but by your hands, it will become ambrosial."

A grin crept across your face, growing into laughter.

"What?" He asked flatly.

"Nothing, you're just so... cute," you said, unable to stop smiling.

He grunted, furrowing his brow.

"I'm glad I can be of amusement to you," he grumbled, crossing his arms, before hissing at the weight on his wounded stomach.

You reached up and, taking his arms, placed them at his side.

"You be careful and don't hurt yourself. If you need anything, just tell me. I'll be right over here," you said, pointing to the kitchen across the room. 

"You do not have to 'baby' me."

"I know. I want to," you said, shrugging with a smile.

He chuckled breathily, and eased his body against the cushions.

"Then I will allow you to fulfill your desire, as... fatuous as I may find it," he said.

Your heart, already pacing rapidly in your chest, beat faster and harder as you reached up, brushing his thick braids off and over his shoulders. There were many details made clear without the buzz of an electric screen and faulty camera between you––his long lashes, the clarity of his coloured eyes, the curvature of his nose, the softness of his lips. You allowed yourself to stare, to try and encapsulate his beauty in a moment. It was a losing battle, that you knew when you started, and you finished it with another soft smile and a kiss to his forehead. You stood, and with a last stroke of his face, left for the kitchen.

Each time you closed your eyes, his smile gazing down at you was imprinted; an impression of glowing light, lingering like radiation burns in your mind.

You brought him water before anything, and once again he thanked you for your kindness, holding your hand and staring up at you with those eyes that seemed to melt the sunset. You kissed his hand and wordlessly returned to the kitchen.

Your fridge was almost shamefully barren, but you scrapped together what you had; hummus, baba ghanoush, thomeya, pitta, olives, cucumber, and feta. Each piece you set carefully down on a platter, cutting the cucumber into clean slices, placing clean scoops of the three dips. You stared for a moment, debating if it was adequate enough for V. Part of you imagined he could be elaborate in his meals; another part thought that food was simple nutrients to him. You hadn't ever thought to ask.

Regardless, you had already made your apologies, and so with a constricted chest you took your little plater of food into the living room and placed it down on the table in front of the couch. You sat down where you had been before, kneeling on the ground beside V.

He groaned as he slowly lifted himself into an upright position, his face contorted with discomfort. You quickly helped him, gripping his arm and settling him to rest against the back of the couch.

"I hope it's enough," you said quietly, staring up at him.

"This?" He asked. "It's more than enough, my love. I am happy to be with you. And, maybe some day... I can cook for you."

You giggled, resisting the urge to rub your face against his knee.

"I'd love that," you said.

"What are you doing on the floor, anyway? Is it not uncomfortable?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"I just – thought maybe you wanted some space," you said with a shrug.

"That's ridiculous. Why would I want space?" He asked flatly.

That familiar blush, that warmth, creeped up your neck. You made a noncommittal sound and shrugged again.

"Please," he said, "sit next to me."

You did as asked without a single word.

For the most part you ate quietly, but your small meal was interspersed with V's questions, and you dutifully answered. What you really did for a living, how you came by the server, what you truly thought of all the serial killers you came to know as friends. V ate slowly and little, a behaviour you attributed to his wounds. Likely, he needed sleep more than food, but it was good for him to eat something small anyways.

By the end, he had little strength to eat, much less converse with you. You finished the last of your meal and asked your first question for him.

"Where do you want to sleep?"

"Wherever is best for you... I will be comfortable," he said quietly.

You stared at him, wondering if it was yet appropriate to sleep in the same bed together. But you already knew your answer; whether or not you were together, he would be sleeping in your bed, as it was the most comfortable place in the house. You didn't tell him any of this, of course––you just took him to the bathroom, offered him a new and clean toothbrush (which he took and used), and then brought him to your bedroom. He had seen some of it before in your calls, but there was still a certain nervousness that lingered in your thoughts as you opened the door and placed him on your bed.

He stared at you, and you felt his eyes burning you as you walked around your room, pulling curtains shut and sorting out clothes. Most of your clothes would be too big for him, but you managed to find something large to fit him for the night. You turned, sleep-clothes in hand, to see him still watching you, his hands in his lap and his expression full of starlight.

"I, um... have some clothes for you to sleep in, so you're not sleeping in your slacks," you said quietly, holding out the sweatpants.

"Thank you, my love," he murmured.

Your nerves slipped away from you as you handed the clothes to him, and held your clothes tight to your chest.

"I guess I'll... sleep out on the couch tonight," you said.

His head tilted to the side curiously.

"Why would you do that? This is your bed, is it not?" He said.

"Well, yes, but..." Your throat tightened. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We did just meet today, after all."

"(Y/N)," he set the pants aside, taking your hands instead, "while we may have only physically met this day, we have known each other... our lives, our souls, for much longer. I do not want you to be caught in the idea that we are strangers just meeting. You are my beloved. Unless... unless you do not wish to be so close, so soon. In that case, I understand your apprehension, and accept your decision."

"No, it's not that at all," you said quickly. "Really. I just want you to be comfortable."

"Ah," he hummed, smiling. "In that case, I will be most comfortable in your arms."

You couldn't help it––you giggled, blushing down to your shoulders.

"You're incredibly sweet, you know? It bleeds out. I can't believe I didn't see it before, but, I really wasn't expecting it when we were first talking," you said, staring, enamoured within him.

"Yes, well..." He cleared his throat, glancing to the side. A seriousness overtook his tone, and his eyes steeled. "It's best to keep an even demeanor, especially when dealing with personalities such as those found on goreboy's server. I hope you understand."

"Of course I do," you said, holding his face in your hands and feeling it warm with blush. "And I appreciate your... romanticisms, too. A lot. I love them. I love you."

Warmer. Visibly darker, eyes flickering like jasmine petals falling to the ground from tall branches.

He cleared his throat again.

"I am... happy you feel that way." He looked you in the eye, and managed a smile through his awkwardness. "I love you, as well."

Gently, slowly, you leaned forward, the two of you drifting closer, pulled in by one another's gravity. Like swirling planets, a moon devoted to its earth, an earth devoted to its sun, the sunlight kissing and burning––your lips touched like raindrops, warm on the heated summer cement. You kissed and asked for more, and gave more when asked. Lips like silk against yours.

When you pulled away, you slotted your nose beside his, breathing in and dwelling in his scent and warmth. He did the same, and your heartbeats slowed to intertwine.

"Thank you for trusting me," you whispered, "enough to come to me in your time of need."

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispered in return, "and for loving me. I know it... must not be easy. I am not a common man."

"That's what makes you interesting," you said with a sly smile.

You helped him take off his trousers––not without some struggle, both in physically getting them off and mentally getting over your handicap when it came to being near your dearest Valentin––and settled him in softer clothing. You dressed yourself, and finally tucked him into bed alongside you. He reached for you, still too weak to fully pull you against him, but grasping and longing. You obliged, tucking your body against his.

"Rest well, my dear. You're safe here. I hope you feel better in the morning. I'll redress your wounds, find something for breakfast. But until then, dream sweetly," you said, running your hand over his braids.

He was quiet for a little while––bright eyes staring through the dim light of midnight, unable to meet your gaze, then staring directly into you.

"You are... divine," he murmured.

"And all yours."

[artydonsgf]

I loveeeed your patrick enemies to lovers headcanons. Do you think you could do something with patrick as a husband or dad? It’s not something we see at all in the movie, but I think it could be cute!

hiii thank you sm!! i was already planning on writing husband patrick n dad patrick so im happy that someone wants it! here you go sweets, enjoy!

Patrick Zweig as a Dad

- when he finds out he’s becoming a father, he’s tweaking

- it’s not because he doesn’t want the baby, it’s more fear that he won’t be a good dad

- warms up very quickly and is very giddy

- tells random people at the grocery store that he’s gonna become a dad

- would shout it from the rooftops if he could

- has no clue what anything means at all

- just happy to be there tbh

- never misses appointments, he’ll finish a game then haul his ass across town for your appointment

- yes he’s a little sweaty and yes he’s a little stinky but he’s there! and excited!

- when he finds out you’re having a little boy, he’s very excited

- he wouldve been happy with either but he’s excited at the idea of having a son

- i feel like patrick never really had a good relationship with his own father and he wants to create a new cycle with his little boy

- doesn’t let you carry anything towards the last trimester

- it’s sweet at first but now you’re annoyed because he’s holding your water to your mouth because the glass might drop n break on your stomach

- he doesn’t really believe that but any excuse to be close to you and have a hand on your stomach is good enough for him

- your baby brain isnt a problem because he’s thought of everything

- leave your keys somewhere? don’t worry, he’s made three copies (n it’s not because he’s also lost his keys)

- when your water breaks at 3 pm on a wednesday, he’s somehow a complete mess

- he has no clue where the fucking keys went n now he’s mad at himself because he copied three separate copies for this exact scenario

- tripped and ate shit over your hospital bag after not being able to find it

- now he’s hobbling to the car with a sore chin before he realizes the car isn’t starting

- calls art screaming and despite how completely intelligible he sounds, art is there with a ride in five minutes

- now that the birth is actually here, he’s all freaked out again

- he’s holding your hand and despite trying to comfort you, it feels more like you’re comforting him

- after a small pep talk from art who might’ve smacked him (gently), he marches back in there with his head on straight

- baby boy comes very quickly and patrick has the honor of catching him

- he’s crying and sniffling and laughing

- hands baby to you through tears

- stays awake for two whole days and just stares at the life you created together

- you catch him with a dopey grin on his face a million times

- once yall are able to go home, he asks you if he did the “hot dad walk” right (he did research)

- safe to say he def did

- once you’re home, you sleep like a dream

- patrick has made it his mission to let you rest and he stays true to that mission

- unless it’s bonding time or feedings, you are dead asleep and healing and patrick is running around n doing everything, household chores n cooking included

- as baby boy grows up, patrick is the best dad in the world

- he has him try every activity ever n when baby boy settles on wanting to do theater, patrick is the annoying dad who stands up at the end of the production whooping and hollering

- parenting style is very chill but one thing he doesn’t play about is his son showing respect

- if that boy ever dares to disrespect you or any other woman in his life, patrick is on it in an instant

- doesn’t hit or yell at baby boy, just uses stern words and reiterates that he loves him and he wants him to be a good person

- we love you dadrick

i hope yall enjoy mwah mwah mwah

[onismdaydream]

HII!!! for the past like two days I have been scouring your account for your yuuji content.. because it's SOOO GOOD. And I can NEVER find yuuji fics! ><!

I just love how you write, and it's kept me thirst for him quenched but I just- HAVE to get this out there. I guess it's a writing request..

I have this one specific thirst that just. UGHHH. Basically, I loveee yuuji fics, and it's common knowledge that he has sukuna inside of him. (Lol) sukuna, who can basically manifest as a mouth. DO YOU SEEE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS?? there is just so much potential. And we already know the the mouth can manifest literally anywhere! His cheek, his.. HAND.

UGHHHH

Like just imagine like- being with yuuji, and barely getting into the 'intimate' parts of your relationship. And I mean barely (once or twice), and at first sukuna is annoyed after, bc like- OF COURSE HE IS! How dare yuji, a little brat, do such things when he KNOWS he can see everything! Nobody wants to see some new inexperienced couples fucking? (Me) nobody!

But.. if you can't stop them, join them.. right?

So, maybe he tries to convince yuji to let him have some fun with you. Though yuji immediately says no, that's totally weird!

...

Won't stop sukuna though. So next time you guys start to have fun.. worked up from a mission, unable to keep your hands from eachother.. which lead to yuji having two of his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, pumping in and out, hitting that spot that makes you see STARS.. when all of a sudden, you feel a tounge lap at your clit! 🥺🤭 whaatttt!!

It catches you so off guard, it takes a minute for you to register what's going on, but when you do.. you wrap your hand around yujis wrist, tugging him away.

"Whats wrong?"

!!! How do you even begin to explain? There's SO many things wrong. Starting with the fact that SUKUNA, the person who literally hates both your guts, literally tried to eat you out.. to the fact that, you liked it.. it felt good!

"I think.. I don't.. basically-"

What do you say? What CAN you say? What if when you tell him, he stops? Ughh this is just so- UGH!

"Whats wrong brat? Use your words."

Followed by a dark chuckle, like he's laughing at you. Coming right from yujis cheek. GOD he is so annoying.

"Sorry, brats, just had to have a taste.."

OKAY ANYWAY. This is getting too long BUT it would probably be followed by a small little argument between yuji and sukuna, but thankfully sukuna convinces yuji.. probably by saying that he could either use his mouth, OR take over yujis body and have his way with you ♡🤭 and OBVI yuji chooses the first one bc he doesn't want you to get hurt..

at first he acts like he doesn't like it, but that facade doesn't last long, you hoth love all the new opportunities that come with this.. i mean like, youre both new to all this so maybe when he isnt sucking on your clit, he could talk you both through it teaching yall sime jew tricks along the way 🥰♡

you see what I'm saying, right?

Finish it, if you want, I would LOVE to see your take on this, but I just HAD to get this out there, otherwise I would go crazy..

But anyway, how was ur day? 🥰🎀

-your horniest yuji lover!♡🎀

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg??? first of all, thank you!! you're so sweet and this literally made me so happy when i saw it this morning !! i'm sorry i didn't respond earlier, i've had a kinda shitty work schedule + being a little sick so i haven't had much time here <3

UGHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!! i've seen similar concepts (sukuna joining/forcing) and it's always so HOT!! i especially love the idea of sukuna licking at your clit and yuji not even realizing... like he's so distracted by the pretty faces and beautiful sounds you're making that he doesn't feel the way his palm morphs or just how much wetter it gets from sukuna's spit..... it's just sooooo good!!

sukuna makes a deal that if he's allowed to fuck you the way he wants, then he'll tell yuji what to do ("the proper way to fuck a woman") and yuji feels a little guilty for considering it but he really really wants to treat you the way you deserve and he has his own selfish reasons of wanting to feel you come around his cock. and maybe it doesn't take much convincing because sukuna's mouth is back on you and making you see stars that you both agree lol

and i don't mind at all if you ever wanna dump your ideas here <3 i think we all need a space to put our thoughts before they make us go crazy! that was what i did before i started this blog :)

[megangovier]

Performance review

Pairing: Boss! Joel x employee! fem reader

Wc: 625

Summary: Your Boss wanted to see you about your performance review and why you're behind. He finds the reason for your distractions through subreddit of your wild fantasies about him. He prints them out and makes you read them, while he eats you out from behind.

Warning: 18+ Only || DILF || Power dynamic || boss/employee || oral!f || Spit in mouth || degrading || spanking || fingering || mdni

A knock on the door echoes through the walls of his office "come in" he said. Walking in, the room was quite spacious everything well organised and smelled of plants and his cologne. "Please take a seat, I've got to finish this email and I'll be right with you" as you sat down, looking around there wasn't much to see but you couldn't help but look at the breathtaking view. "Email sent" looking at him, you couldn't help but gasp at how handsome he looked, the way he carried himself and that voice of his. "You may be wondering why you're here, well ma'am I've got a few things to go through with you".

Still sat in his chair, disappointment ran through his eyes "I've summoned you here because of your performance review, you're one of my intelligent and dedicated employees here but something is distracting you isnt it, you're not as focused" you couldn't do anything but stare at him, crimson faced. "Matter in fact, I found the reason why you're so distant in this work, as I was on my phone this morning, scrolling through Reddit I found a pinned subreddit of smut about their boss doing things to them in the office." Joel looking at you with a smirk on his face "that's when I printed it out"

Giving you the copies of what you've written, he had pushed you up against his desk and whispered "This is what you wanted huh, my strength pinning you down, my bulge against your ass" a whimper left your throat. "Now read that smut of yours, while I eat you out, if you stop reading I'll spank you, if you make a single excuse to not read, I'll spank you" Both hands on the paper, eyes darken with lust Joel gets behind you and kneels down. "Now let's see how wet you're, just by me bending you over that desk" pulling panties to the side growls left his lips "Fuck, already wet? What a dirty fucking slut you're, I bet you've been dreaming about this, in your bed at night with your hand between those luscious thighs of yours" A slap to the right cheek, made you squeal.

"Don't you dare stop reading until you're finished" pulling your pants down and putting them in his pocket "I'm going to save these for later", Joel attached his lips to your sensitive clit, a strangled moan left your mouth, causing him to spank your right cheek again "Bitch, what did i say.. I don't care if this feels good for you, I'm doing this for me, I'm taking what's mine and you're going to enjoy it, now keep fucking reading". As he kept eating you out from behind, your lower stomach was building with arousal "I know you're close baby, come on my fucking face, come on you can do it" a spank hit your left cheek this time, clenching around his tongue "fuck please, just come on my fucking tongue, come on baby" with enough encouragement you did what you were told.

"Atta girl, you finished reading as well" walking towards him hand about to grab his belt and take it off, he took your wrist and shook his head "not today slut" a smirk left your face and puppy eyes appeared "not going to work on me, I'm still very disappointed in you" a smile fell onto his face. As he told you to open that pretty mouth of yours, his saliva and your sweet juices ran into your mouth, making your cunt clench the second time today. "Now, what you're going to do for me is walk back out there, sit at your desk and imagine all the things, I've couldn't done to you"

@toxicanonymity @joelsgreys @macfrog @joelmillerisapunk @joelscurls @pinkberry1rxx❤️

[cass1opi4]

Hi! I've never seen a reader with Tourette's, do you think you could write a spiderman|peter Parker x m! Reader where they're on a mission and the reader's tics give away their location? That would be awesome <3

double trouble | peter parker

a peter parker x reader

he/him pronouns

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

for the first time in what felt like his whole life, y/n had finally felt like a real person. his whole life, he’d been spoken to with pity - or bullied and provoked. no middle ground. either people would purposely trigger his tics, finding humour in the condition that had come upon him at seven, or tiptoed around him, walked on eggshells after knowing about his tourettes.

the boy sat beside him had never, not once, dared to do either. partially because he somehow had yet to clock onto the repetitive behaviours, yet also partially because it was not who he was as a person to judge someone because of such a thing.

he talked to y/n like he was normal. because he was in fact almost completely normal, bar the ability to literally move things with his mind. “we can talk about anything, right?” he spoke, unsure about whether or not he should bring up his thoughts.

“of course.” peter nodded, turning his head away from the sunset and toward his friend. “whats going on in the head of yours?”

“i..” he sighed “i feel like my entire life - everybody else has been in on some massive inside joke that only i’m not apart of.” it didn’t make sense, yet at the same time it made perfect sense. “it feels as if they all know something i don’t, and because of that everybody finds a way to point out my cluelessness.”

peter took the words in for a second, before agreeing “i feel that, i feel crazy sometimes.” y/n ushered him to continue “somehow people always find something in me they don’t like, which is messed up because i try my best to do everything right - but it feels so easy to fail.”

“thats why your dad left!” the boy instantly regretted the statement, following it up with a rushed apology, being interrupted by his friend.

“thats why yo momma love me more.” he shrugged simply, smug smile on his face, a gasp left y/n’s mouth.

“my momma dead.” he frowned, peters face dropped, fear filling his face “she isnt! i saw her this morning!”

“thank fuck.” he sighed “do you remember when i first found out about your tics? that was funny.”

y/n laughed “i do.. you were so freaked out.”

the two were hidden behind a wall, listening in on a conversation - well. one of them was. whilst peter was hyper-focused on the talking going on right next to them, y/n was in his own head about everything, focusing so hard on not blurting out anything that could ruin the mission. though, his tics were like coughs - the more you focused on not coughing, the more likely you were to grow your need to do so.

his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his head, and unfortunately, this distracted his thoughts. “penis parker!” he belted out, eyes widening after he did so. “fuck.” he sighed, being shot at. he floated a desk, throwing it at the group of bad guys before gripping onto peter as the boy webbed out of there.

“what the fuck?!” he yelled once they got to safety, dragging his hands across his face as he ripped of his mask “how did you even find that out? how-“

“you’re peter?!” y/n gasped, mouth agape. now peter was even more lost. if he’d just outed himself for no reason, why did the other boy shout out such a condescending statement? “i- er..”

“why would you do that?” peter looked hurt, watching y/n pull off his gas-mask and frown. “y/n? what?!”

“i have tourettes.. i- i like, say things that are out of control. sometimes my brain and my body don’t communicate that great, i dont want to do or say these things, but i just do? i’m really sorry.”

“why are you sorry about that? if you can’t control it you shouldn’t have to apologise about it.” peter spoke “im sorry for freaking out, i honestly had no idea - kinda thought you were just being mean..”

“a lot of people assume so.”

the sky was now dark, void of stars thanks to the light pollution in new york, but the scene was still strangely beautiful. the new found silence between the two was nice, not an uncomfortable one, just two friends reminiscing on one of their first missions together.

peter hesitated to break the silence, not sure if his next statement would mean enough to ruin such a nice moment between them.

“can i say something weird?” he asked, watching his best friend nod, yet let out a rather contradicting ‘nuh-uh.’ “i.. getting to know you this past year or so has been what i’d consider the best part of my life. you’re so good.. in everything you do, you’re so good. i don’t think ive ever met a person who balances kind, handsome and funny as well as you do. i just.. i dont know. i-“

“are you confessing to me right now, parker?” y/n grinned, praying his assumption was correct, if he was wrong he’d deem it the most embarrassing interaction known to man.

peter bit his lip, nodding. “yeah, i am. i’m sorry.” his eyes shifted from the sky, locking eyes with, what he considered to be, an even more breath-taking sight. “you’re just so.. you. and i like that. in a world of people all trying to be the same you get to be you.”

“i’m so glad i have you in my life.” y/n thought aloud, moving his hand slightly to touch with peter’s “penis parker! you treat me like a person. and you’re so fucking unreal, you look hot doing everything- which is weird, because most people have at least one thing they look disgusting doing. but, god, even the way you eat pizza knocks me the fuck out.”

peter just smiled to himself, leaning his head on y/n’s shoulder, earning an arm wrapped around his shoulder, and a small kiss on the head.

for the first time in what felt like his whole life, y/n had finally felt like more than a person. he felt loved.

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HI SKIBIDISSSS, im so sorry this is rushed i really want to go play royale high bc im brainrotted beyond belief unfortunately. im also just so out of writing motivation that writing feels like a choreeee. im ALSO sorry if this has inaccuracies! i have a friend with tourettes and got their help with a few traits in this. though, in my friends words their tourettes “isnt severe and mainly vocal.” so base it on that. thankyou for reading!!! sorry its short.

[sturnpooks]

party - ashtray

tw: sex and weed

Your pov

Me and ash were sitting on the cough smoking some weed when fez walked in " we are going to a party tonight" he stated "ok what time" ash asked " it's in like 3 hrs" fez answered.i got up not saying a thing and walked to our room and kinda slammed the door. I heard the door swing open as i was getting in the shower. I knew who it was, ashtray. " tf you slam doors for " he said sounding mad. " i didnt mean to damn" i said knowing damn well i did mean to. It was silent for a few moments, i just was trying to finish rinsing my body wash when i felt two arms wrap around my waist "Are you sure ma" he knew exactly what that name did to me. One of his hands move from my waist to my shoulder, running his fingers up and down with the water. We finish our shower, and i pick out our outfits (they are matching)

I took like three hrs to do my makeup and it looks swaggy asf (im so sorry) 

( time skip to the party cuz im lazy) We got to the party. Me and ash went to get drinks. After a couple of drinks we were drunk. I heard maddy yell "ALRIGHT BITCHES LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE" Me, ash, maddy, cassie, lexi, rue, and fez all were sitting on the couch. "ok ill start" cassie said "maddy truth or dare" "truth" "what is your biggest turn off" cassie asked " when they are short" maddy said giggling. "ok y/n truth or dare" maddy asked me " dare" "i dare you to give ash a lap dance" maddy told me and i did it cuz i aint no pussy. Ash whispered in my ear as i started to get up "you cant get up, you made me hard" he held me by my hips for the rest of the game. As everyone started to get up me and ash did to and ash pulled me to the bathroom.

When we got to the bathroom he pushed me up against the door and started kissing and sucking on my neck. He found my sweet spot and i made a soft moan. he started sucking and biting on that spot harder. His hand travels down to my waist pulling me closer to me if thats even possible. I can feel his hard-on against my clothed body which isnt clothed for very much longer. He slips his other hand under my shirt and makes his way to my tits. His mouth leaves my neck and we make eye contact seconds later i find myself shirtless. Both of his dark eyes make their way down to my breast, asking for permission to see them in their glory (im so so so sorry). 

(this is the set you had on btw)

i nod my head yes, His hands travel to my bra clasp and immediately undo the clasp. His eyes look as if they were the only thing keeping him alive. His lips meet my nipples and his hand meets my clothed clit and applies the smallest amount of pressure. I move my hips trying to make some friction. " needy much ma" he says full of lust. He takes his hand away from my heat and squats down to my feet and slowly takes off my shoes. He moves up to meet my face with his. Our lips meet as i palm him through his pants, he bites my lip pulling away. He takes off my pants and just admires my body. My hands meet the waist band on his pants and pull on them signaling i wanted them off, he slowly pulls them off. I take off my panties and he takes off his shirt and boxers. 

" you ready mama" he asks "yes sir" i answer. He taps on my thigh meaning he wants me to jump. I do so, he holds me up and carries me to the sink counter and sets me down. He lines himself up with my pussy. And slowly pushes his cock in me, i let out i load moan. No matter how many times we have fucked i will never get used to his size. He lets me adjust, and works his way to a harder and faster pace. The room is filled with moans and grunts.  " fuck ma" he says as he thrust in to me harder than before. "c-close" i attempt to say "hold it" he grunts out. My eyes roll back. I can feel the pressure getting harder in my stomach "i ca-cant h-h-old it" i say in between moans. "just a lil longer mamas"  he managed to say full of grunts.  After a few hard thrust he said " let it go ma" and with that i let the pressure in my stomach go. And i felt his warm cum inside of me. 

He let go of my legs and ofc they were shaking. "i like my work on you" he says being cocky. "mhm" i mumbled tired from the actions we just committed.  He cleaned me up and helped me get my clothes back on. We walked out of the bathroom and back into the room we were in before and saw everyone sitting on the couch looking at us. We made eye contact and both started busting out laughing. "yall mf are gross human beings" fez said with a wierded out face.

A/n: im sorry ik its absolute shit. But it is also my first smut. Anyway love ya babes. <3

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 18th November - 24th November

Hey hey all (sorry were late againm but at least its only 1 day not 4 months .... lol)

So, I have written 5,495 words this week, which isnt a whole lot, but ut has made me hit my 50,000 word goal this month so WHOOP!!! Im at 51,505 words for November at the moment. I also finished another 2 wips, so of my 63 wips, I have finished 11 and im feeling pretty proud tbh.

But, as always, here are the fic recs for others first!

Value - didoandis - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, soulmate au)

Summary: The four lives of Julian Alfred Pankratz: noble, sex slave, soulmate, bard.

roots - not1_2write - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, Warlord au. This is legit one of myfav fics ever!)

Summary: Jaskier saves the Warlord's daughter. Despite his family ties, he's allowed to stay in Kaer Morhen while he recovers from his injuries. Eventually, it becomes home.

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down @chaoticangel666 (Bilbo/Thorin, get your tissues ready!)

Summary: Bilbo returns to The Shire after the Battle of the Five Armies. He might be going insane though, because why does the ghost of Thorin Oakenshield keep showing up when he least expects it?

Follows the events from the end of The Hobbit until the end of The Lord of the Rings.

Under the Eucalyptus [+Podfic] - xinasvoice - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle au with wonderful disablity rep)

Summary: On his first day working at the queerest zoo in the Australian outback, Remus meets Sirius, whose smile is bright enough to knock him over. Sirius doesn’t speak aloud, but that doesn’t stop either of them from falling in love.

A soft romance about the value of slowing down enough to listen to each other and watch the sun rise.

I Was Pledged to You, To You I Pledge Myself - anarchycox - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, alternate first meeting, its just cute asf tbh)

Summary: When he is four, Jaskier escapes out his window to avoid a boring family dinner where his cousin was getting betrothed to someone. He just wanted to hear the frogs. Frogs sound neat.

That daring escape, and the rescue that it required changed his whole fate, because he was the one who ended up betrothed to a witcher - the plan to marry when he was 20. He didn't really care he got to hear the frogs croak, what did he care about this Geralt of Rivia?

As he grows up though, he ends up caring a great deal.

Scenes from Jaskier's life of meeting every witcher but his betrothed, until one day in a shitty tavern, he finally meets Geralt.

ruffled - PenAndInkPrincess - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, Fae Jaskier au)

Summary: Supper secured and stuffed away in his trousers, he looks up to find the silver-haired stranger in the corner, the one person who hadn’t heckled him. The man is objectively gorgeous, with fascinating hair and a body that makes Jaskier’s mouth water a little.

Oh yes, he decides quickly, he will be climbing this stranger like a tree.

He’s a little wrong-footed when he works out that the stranger is a witcher with big scary swords Jaskier’s heard horror stories about, but after a quick moment of thought, he also thinks about how very many things the fae elders have been wrong about all his life and decides to ignore them once again. The witcher–Geralt of supposedly Rivia, even though Jaskier can tell from his accent that that’s a lie–tries to get rid of him, but Jaskier is nothing if he’s not determined, and he’s simply too damn interested to get scared off easily.

The witcher has clearly not realized that Jaskier is something to be hunted, and Jaskier, well, he’s never excelled at silly things like self-preservation.

As always, I hope you have a wondeful week, see you next time <3

And, as always, here are my fics. As I said, there are only two this week, but im pretty rpoud o the fact thats another two that have just been languising in my wip folder now finished and uploaded!

The Night I Couldn't Stay Beside You - Lucigoo89 - Harry Potter (Remus & Hope, please mind the tags, especially the MCD and grief ones!)

Summary: Its the full moon again. Remus hates each and every one of them, buy especially this one as he looks down a this mother and can do nothing but hope she will still be there when the monster leaves him gain for another month.

All he can do is hope that she stays, thats all he wants, all he will beg and plead and pray for, his mum to still be here with him when he awakens with the moonset.

And last but not least

Finding my fate in the sensory room - Lucigoo89 - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, it is a fic for a very dear friend of mine but I hope you all enjoy it to)

Summary: Remus is tired, exhausted more like and so he takes his hyper 4 year old into the empty sensory room to have alittle bit of peace and quiet.

Unbeknownst to Remus, that one action, on that one specific day, would change four lives for the better.