#fun fact this was taken while i was sucking him off :3

[seoktized]

good morning…

[inchidentally]

this one was interesting and actually not esp silly or weird ! I mean it's still overthinking and stupid but lgfjlsagflf anyway sorry massive text blocks ahead…

so these are obv two boys who are basically ready to put this weekend behind them and they've kind of already checked out. and while everything Andrea said was fair and true, you can see Oscar's jaw working as Andrea clearly built up to discussing his racing difficulties. there's this little moment where Lando glances at Oscar out of the corner of his eye when Andrea says "I think Oscar experienced some of these difficulties" that's so subtle but is like wow, Andrea rarely comes down on Oscar like this! he sucks in a big breath and grits his teeth and nods curtly in kind of a okay okay that's enough ntm on my boy Osco he's already beating himself up !!

Andrea then gives them their dues for putting both cars in the points … but then !! Papa makes the choice to bring up how this race was Lando's to win and it didn't happen !!

and first Oscar's head whips up and a tendon in his neck literally jumps and you can see his chest swell up - he literally looks indignant on Lando's behalf! Lando looks a little hurt at first but then he grimaces and concedes. but like. the fact that Oscar - who a lot of us could argue Andrea has taken Oscar under his wing as a boy who arrived at a McLaren that was already Lando's home and family - was the one to have that intense reaction to Andrea's criticism is because it's about Lando! Oscar literally bites his lips bc okay let's ease off no need to belabor the point Dad!

and that's just how Andrea intended it !!

in Imola last year after the coming together in the pit lane, Andrea responded by immediately being firm parent and even a little bad cop! truth was that the incident wasn't even a straight up 'battle' between Lando and Oscar but Andrea saw an opportunity to not only extinguish any petty rivalry but also to bond his two drivers together against mean old Dad. he made it clear that there would be no 'both sides' when it came to the two cars and that because both of them would be equally punished/scolded, there would be no point in future for them to try for preferential treatment. he made himself the common enemy (so to speak bc they adore him) so that they wouldn't be each other's!

now, yes a mention does have to be made that Oscar is unusually mature and genuinely respects Lando's experience and position - and genuinely likes him as a person! he was never going to be the type of teammate to cause unnecessary friction. but he's also partnered with a guy basically the same age but at a much more advanced stage in his career and like. it's never not amazing how he resets himself and can be genuinely happy for Lando's successes while he himself is without a trophy and blends into the team.

but Andrea saw all of that and rather than just hope that Oscar's good will and kind nature holds against his natural competitiveness and the even more natural urgency all young F1 drivers have of trying to keep their seat, he's made sure to lift Oscar up when no one else does BUT ALSO to make it clear that Lando is not some untouchable golden boy and that with Lando's added experience comes added expectation! Andrea instills equity, even when it means he has to play bad guy for a moment!

he'd much rather the boys go away grumbling together and feeling bonded over wounded pride than have them see him as a buddy and nice guy the way they do with Zak. Zak gets to be the fun uncle. Andrea has to be the parent!

and when it's Oscar's turn to speak he reiterates Andrea's comments about the difficulties (but stands up tall enough that Lando has to look up to see him) and says he and his team will do the work to learn from what went wrong!

him giving props to Lando for showing just what the car can do and Lando ducking his head and making himself busy cleaning the plate of his trophy <3<3

"thanks Osco" in that snuffly stuffy little voice ;__;

bc it makes them both smile !! and even though Lando makes sure to be the brighter/lighter side he does the same as Oscar and reiterates what Andrea said - !! I love that the reverse psychology worked bc Lando went from looking downright moody and grumpy after parc ferme to saying that they did in fact do a great job today !! and he says it while looking right at Papa bc he wants Papa to agree!!

and Andrea does that stern slightly grudging but fair nod in reply. Lando's peppy little "I'm now very disappointed with a second place!" with Oscar smiling and you can feel the mood lift off him and Oscar!

Lando felt so confident in fact that he actually remembered where they're racing next week and didn't need Oscar's help :D

a lot can be said about how bringing two young drivers together who genuinely are so close in ability (Lando's regular commentary last season about Oscar was how much he loved and hated that Oscar pushed him so hard) could easily have turned out badly by now but that Lando and Oscar both consistently say they don't want a rivalry to supersede the overall goal which is to bring success to the team AND that they have a fully open door policy between their two garages.

but also !! that McLaren have someone like Andrea who will put the thought and effort into the kind of parental guidance and boundaries that two young drivers need!

[gurggggleburgle]

Every time I think about the return to childhood extra I'm reminded that the reason it's no fun for Luo Binghe is that it forces this budding and progressive communication and understanding going on between the two to a standstill and in some ways reverses it.

And it's simply because Binghe has already been the doting child of Shizun before. He already knows what it's like to be seen as the fluffy kid hanging around his Master. He already knows what it's like to feel powerless and on an uneven ground with his Shizun. Binghe wants to turn back ASAP because he is finally getting to have an adult relationship and be seen as equal. He doesn't like being helpless (he may cry for attention but hes not helpless) but he also doesn't like being back where he was when he was a disciple.

And yeah it would suck. He can't be romantic with his own husband. He can't express himself and be taken seriously. Everyone is quick to pinch his cheeks and try to steal his husband. Your body isn't tall enough to reach the shelf you placed the pots and pans on. The knife is awkward in your child sized palms. Brooms are too tall. You can't scare off any of the people you dislike and you don't have a network of friends you can explain this too because you're a super scary demon lord and your closest possible friends are your coworkers and you happen to be their boss (and right now they might try to kill you) so you can't be vulnerable with them.

And yes. You can be open with your husband but he doesn't see the big deal the same way. He doesn't get it because functionally this is a good enough time for him because you're a cute dumpling and it's temporary. And yeah it is but also it's that you feel your husband is being nostalgic for a version of yourself that exists in the past that you don't necessarily want to repeat. Not to mention Binghe had a frankly shitty childhood. Yes his life improved once he moved in with Shizun for 3 years but that's 3 out 17. Most of that was spent in poverty and being stepped on by everyone else around him. He doesn't have a nostalgia for childhood. He doesn't miss being a kid. What he wants from that time is the lack of animosity and misunderstanding, the simplicity, that came from the abyss which by this point is mostly a mute desire. So it has to hurt being stuck in a situation like this. An emotional limbo of expression where you can't really say what's on your mind and people basically express the same opinions you're certain they already would say to your face as you stand smoll in the room. That has to hurt. That has to make you doubt things in your relationship. To hear every bias you have built in your head that others have confirmed constantly but now directly to your face while they think you're your own son.

It's a baad time.

If Shen Qingqiu had turned into a kid honestly I think Luo Binghe would have had a marginally better time. He'd love to see and dote on a tiny Shizun and pinch their cheeks and tease. But he'd be over it by the end of the week for almost the exact same reasons. Like yeah he can attic wife his husband so easy right now but he doesn't care about Shen Qingqiu being a kid. He has no reason to be invested in that experience. He doesn't get anything out if it. He still doesn't get to do what he wants which is an adult relationship with the person he loves that he can show people and present this to the world. Binghe doesn't get anything out of a child Shizun. It becomes a stall in exploring and learning each other which is the point of the extras. Yes, it probably be a wholesome good time but the same problems would happen but Shen Yuan isn't likely to nearly the same reaction because he's already a trophy husband. It's not like he's cooking or cleaning. He's already used to everyone wistfully staring at Binghe with interest. This doesn't effect how Shen Yuan processes their relationship.

It makes the fact that Luo Binghe still thinks that Shen Yuan will say no to marriage even after everything just hit harder. Because even after everything he's still thinking of that probably. There are more extras assuring him but that doubt remains and it's so juicy.

[haechurch]

Its mark lees bday (ystd) and i recalled the fact that mark says hes quite obvious if he liked someone, and the fact that i see him kinda obsessed with butts and all those videos where he groped members cheeks never fails to make me drool..... ah i need him in lyfe fr. Also istj♡

So thats why i made this smut based on those^ happy mark day<3

Your roommate is a famous jock, who is currently not home for celebrating his birthday at some party that throws just for him. Honestly, you didn't know it was his birthday until one of your friends that went there told you so. You're known as someone who doesn't like parties, although surprisingly enough, your mbti says that you're an extrovert, but you always find that you're too lazy to do the stuff.

So you're wondering when this your famous roommate will come home from his party, and think of something you could do for him as it's his birthday. He's home pretty late when he finds you watching spirited away in the living room.

"Hey, i thought you were asleep," he said. You munch on your popcorn and replied as your eyes glued to the tv, "hm, how's your party, birthday boy?" He chuckled and took off his cap, throwing it softly on the couch beside you, and heavily seat across from where you're sitting. He leaned back and spread his legs while his hand brushed his messy hair. "Cool, kinda tiring. Feels like my energy's being sucked," "well, that sound sucks." Both of you chuckled, he's so introvert for that (lol).

"I understand," you hum. "You know," you shifted on your seat, and as mark was clearly aware since he saw you in the living room; dressed so loosely only in your camisole (braless) and short pants, showing him a pose that makes you utterly look fuckable, you blurted out, "...do you have any idea what else that can be sucked at this moment?"

"What?" His tone was confused and he's kinda taken aback by your words.

You swear to god that teasing him is the most fun thing to do in this world. You laugh your ass off and brush him away, saying that you need to take a shower since you haven't done that today. I mean, why take a shower when you're literally at home all day?

"Since it's your birthday, why don't you tell me your wish? Or something that you wanted? Think about it while i'm in the shower." You wink at him playfully as you hopped into your room.

Mark's head is full of thoughts right now. He didn't know he would ask someone for giving him a birthday present, but he knows that he really needs that. He's thinking about it so hard as he cooling his head down in the shower too, until he decided on what he wanted for his birthday, especially from you.

Fyi, you can always hear when mark lee is jerking off in his room (or bathroom) when you're home. Of course, the wall is pretty thin and he's just too loud. So when you finished your quick shower and heard him in the bathroom, you knew exactly what he need the most for his birthday.

Later, you knock on mark's door, asking for permission to barge in. "Can i come in?"

"Uh-uh, yeah, sure," when you entered his room, you saw his hair is already half dry, and he is wearing a tight black t-shirt with shorts.

Holy moly.

Honestly, no one in the world would disagree that mark lee is hot.

You're making a bee line to where he stand beside his desk, and started talking next to him. "Sooo have you decided?" He chuckled nervously and started to act like an idiot. "Decided what?"

You frown an eyebrow, "your wish? You can tell me what you want for your birthday?" You reminded him. "Oh that, yeah, um-"

He placed his hand on his nape and be looking so awkward right now, but that's why you like him.

You bit your lips in amusement. Now it's getting harder to hold back.

You can't take it anymore and lean closer to him. He didn't even budge. "Mark.." you place your hands on his torso, and he slightly flinched at your action. "Tell me.." your hands caressing him down his abs, and stop at his groin. "Your wish." You whispered in his ear, and he swear he was getting goosebumps, his breath hitched when you place your hand on his center and gently cupped his bulge.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up hold up," he's panicking as he points a pointless finger in the air, and you went crazy because of it. You're definitely a simp for mark lee.

"I-uh, hold up a sec, are you for real?" He's questioning instead.

"What do you mean?" You smiled at him. He's so adorable.

"I mean, why are you... i feel like.. this isn't it-"

"Mark."

"Yeah?"

"Just tell me, please? What do you want right now?"

You glanced at his boner and it's so fucking obvious. God it must be hurt. He has to quit playing dumb and ask for it when he knows he needs it more than anything.

"Fuck, help me with these," he gestured upturned hands right above his legs.

"How, mark? Tell me how do you like it, hm?" He has no idea how you had so much fun teasing him.

He got short-circuited again when you press your body against him and crane your head up, about to kiss him, "wai wh-" he backed off a little and placed his hands on your waist, both eyes finding each other as you hum before slowly close the gap between your lips and kissed him.

A short one. And then your eyes meet again, and he give you another kiss, this time out of his control. He basically pressed his face against yours, hands on your jaw before he put it all over your body and proceed to push you against the wall. You hang on him by grabbing at his nape and head, ruffling his hair into a mess. The kiss never breaks, he kiss you like he mean it, now he pressed his body on yours, and you can feel his big cock, hard as a rock. He's not that silent when kissing too, you can hear his breathy grunts and the fact that he's also a moaner. He tilted his head back and forth to kiss you at different angles, his tongue all over your mouth.

Both of you squirmed uncontrollably against each other when you make out against his bedroom wall, he squeezed your ass before he tapped your thighs for you to jump on him and bring you onto his bed.

He didn't waste his time pulling down his shorts and breathily plea, "suck me off."

You delighted hearing his request, overjoyed to finally have him asking for you to please him, "as you wish, sir."

You immediately take him into your hand, eyes locked with him as he winced, groaning when you suck his tip and swallow him into your mouth. When you started to bob your head, he throw his head back with a sigh, his neckline is prominent and his adam's apple bob deliciously.

You can feel your lips torn up because of how big he is, and you can feel the veins as you drag your tongue along his shaft. "Oh, fuck, that's it baby, you're doing so good," he hissed sexily and it almost made you cum. Embarrassing.

Considering how much you are already wet for him from just sucking his cock is insane. He face fucked you as he let out his honey moans and groans, every time you find his tip meeting the back of your throat and you felt like swallowing it, you try your best not to choke miserably on his cock.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. "Of course, you can't talk." He chuckled as he mocked you. "You have to swallow it like a good girl, you think you can do that?" You nod your head eagerly. "Alright."

"Good girl." Every time he spits those words from his mouth, you felt your pussy clenching and it hurts.

His thrusts are getting faster and faster when warm loads run down your throat as he grunts loudly while throwing his head back again, then when he look down, you already gaze into his eyes and barely lick your lips, mouth full and smudged with his cum and your saliva.

"Shit.." he's savoring the sight before him for a while, and then he asked.

"Can i fuck you?"

You cracking up in front of him, it's not funny at all but-

"I told you, your wish is my command, baby." You started to strip and show him your naked body, prettily exposed on his bed, ready to be used.

"Fuck, isn't this my best birthday ever?" You laugh at him again.

"I know. Happy birthday, now eat your cake." You said jokingly.

He sneered and take his remaining clothes off, then crawl into the bed, and started kissing you from head to toe. He played with your tits, fumbled them here and there, pinching your nipples, nipping and licking. He sucked on the flesh just right above your chest, your throat, your shoulder, marking his mark.

"This tells that you're mine."

"Yours."

Your voice hitched and your neck arched when he lick your pussy, eating you out. You squirm under his touch and pull on his hair, only making him more passionate to giving you pleasure. He abused your clit and folds in the most delicious way that made you a moaning mess, the sound of him slurping your juices and his moan was making you beyond aroused. His tongue and lips find their way to clean up and suck every fold, fucking your hole. You whine when you feel like you're about to burst.

"Wait, mark, i wanna come around your cock," you asked him with a pout, and he can't really resist that.

"On your knees, pretty girl." You do as he says, eagerly arching your back and showing him your ass. He slapped it. Twice.

Mark rubs his tip sensually up and down your entrance before lining his cock to your pussy, he's doing that for a while, making more juices leaking from your core. But suddenly he put his cock between your ass cheeks then poked on the entrance, but never really thrust them. He's such a tease.

"H-hurry, please.."

"Hm? It's kinda nice to hear you begging like this, you know? What is it, pretty?"

"Please, mark, just fuck me," he never felt this victorious before.

He smirked and wet his lips, "gladly."

You moan as he rams into you, he picked up a steady pace as he fuck you from behind. He got your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drools are already all over your mouth and chin.

"Fuck, mark," "it's so good. So good, so good, so good," you cry over his cock, you heard him grunt heavily and he felt you tighten when he land another slap on your ass.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? Tell me you like it."

"I like it, i love it, ah-"

He's fucking you so good you felt like you're gonna cum soon. Your pussy keeps getting tighter as it swallows him, wrapping his cock like a gift.

"Are you gonna cum? Come on, cum around me, pretty girl," he squeezed and slap your ass, his thrust never faltered, bringing you into your climax. "Ahh- i think- i'm gonna cum, mark-"

The moment he played with your nipples, you lost it, you came so hard your vision got white as he keep thrusting into you, chasing his high.

"M-mark!"

"I know baby, i know, just, try to take this one okay, please,"

He pleaded. And you moan even harder. He piston in and out until you heard his deep groans as he cum inside you. Both of you were too immersed in the sex that you didn't realize what was just happened. He quickly pulled out though.

"Shit, i'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill anyways,"

When you glanced at him, he was breathing heavily, sweat covering his body, making him glow under the dim light. Mouth agape, hair's disheveled. Perfect.

"So.."

"So?"

"Uh, thank you, for the present. This is what i wanted from you. I guess.."

You smiled fondly at him. He has always been just a hot roommate to you although he's actually attractive in many ways, but you might really, really like him more than you thought.

"You know what?" You get up on your elbow, "you were always loud when you jerked off."

Oh.

Oh, he's freaking out.

"And that's.. with you almost every time calling my name.."

He's swearing in his head.

Mark lee, aren't you just too obvious?

[softestqueeen]

thank you for your service

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x gn!reader

summary: You boyfriend, Simon “Ghost” Riley has to do way too much work at home for your liking. But no worries, you found a solution that works for the both of you.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, head (m receiving), name calling, cock warming, literally just sucking ghosts’ cock, orgasm denial

wordcount: 1241 words

a/n: guess who’s back guys!! i suddenly have all my motivation back? i will write another request and then start on my longer fic. For now, enjoy this short drabble! enjoy <3

It has become quite normal for you, that your boyfriend Simon “Ghost” Riley, has a lot of work to do. A lot. Even when a mission is complete, there are still reports and forms to fill out. For you it felt like having your boyfriend here with you, sometimes having him there after a mission that lastet for literal months, was even worse.

Knowing that he was unavailable to you, even though he was literally a few feet away from you, was sometimes unbearable. But you know exactly what brings you closer to him and still lets him work on his reports.

You get up from your spot on the couch and walk over to his desk, where he was currently sitting with a frown on his face, working on his latest report. His blond hair sat messily on top of his frowning face, his mask long forgotten by the front door, where he had gratefully taken it off, to give you a kiss.

Slowly you put your hands on his shoulders, trying not to startle him. Leaning down a bit, you start to place featherlight kisses on the back of his neck, while your hands slowly start to knead his tense shoulders. A low groan escaped the soldier, as he tried to concentrate on his report.

“If you keep on doing that bunny, it will take even longer for me to finish,” his deep voice always does something to you, even when he’s not doing anything sexual.

You lean forward, press your front against his back and let your hands wander down his torso, over his pecks, before they come to rest on his tensing abs.

Putting your head on his shoulder, you whisper into his ear. “But baby, I need you now. Let me have a little bit of fun? Thank you for everything that you’ve done for this country? Thank you for your service?”

You could feel a low rumble escaping his lips at you practically purring into his ear. He let out a sigh before granting you your wish.

“If that’s what you want and what’s gonna make you stop teasing me love, then please. I won’t stop you.”

That was your cue to withdraw yourself from folding around his body and walking around his chair. He senses what your about to do, so he scoots back his chair, for you to crawly into the tight space underneath his desk. Once you’re underneath, he drags his chair forward again and continues writing.

Kneeling between his spread legs, you place your hands on his thick thighs. Slowly, you move them closer to his belt, opening it and opening the zipper. You could already see his thick length straining the fabric of his trousers. You stroke back and forth over his covered cock before finally freeing him.

His was already hard, so you decided to tease him some more. You move your fingertips over his length and balls with featherlight touches, never putting any pressure on him. One of your hands wanders to his thigh and you could feel him tensing every time your breath fawned over his reddening tip.

You decide to have some mercy and start peppering soft kisses all over his exposed cock, leaving out his most sensitive parts, deciding to put all your attention on his shaft for now. Here and there you let your tongue peak out from behind your lips and every time you did it, you could hear Simon’s breath hitch.

You loved the effect you had on him and the fact that you were able to bring him out of focus. Of course it was mean, but it was also fun and gave you a weird sense of satisfaction. He didn’t let you take control often, so you were definitely enjoying yourself in this rare moment of vulnerability.

Deciding that you had teased him enough for now, you kissed you way down his length.

While one of your hands remained on his thigh, the other one was now fondling his balls. You tried to give them equal attention by sucking them into you mouth and slightly massaging them with your tongue.

You knew Simon was not too happy about this, as he would still consider this teasing. So, you abandoned his balls for now and started to give his tip little kitten lick while gripping his base to heighten the pleasure for him.

You made sure to occasionally let your tongue slide through his slit, collecting the precum that was starting to leak.

Taking his dick now completely into your mouth and lightly sucking on it, elects a deep rumble from Simon’s chest. The satisfaction of bringing these sounds out of him, makes you take him deeper. Slowly you start sucking him off.

Every time you go down an inch, you let him slide out of your mouth completely, before sinking down on him again, just a little deeper than before.

You knew that Simon would usually punish you for teasing him like this but because he was trying to act like it didn’t affect him, he couldn’t.

So, you were free to do as you pleased and continued your torturous game. Once you’ve almost had his complete cock in your mouth, you pulled off him completely.

The hand that was squeezing his base now started to stroke him. You paid attention to alternating in pressure while covering his cock in your spit and his precum, swiping your thumb over his tip every time you passed it.

You went back to his balls again, now kissing the tender skin that was between them and his cock. At your action you could feel his length starting to throb in your hand. You sucked the flap of skin into your mouth before pulling off and dedicating your attention back onto Simon’s cock.

This time you put all of him into your mouth, your hand going back to his base. You start to really suck him off this time, bobbing your head up and down his length, obscene noises falling from your mouth.

You could feel your drool and his precum mixing and dripping down onto his jeans, though you don’t think he minded much with the noises he started making.

It was getting harder and harder (no pun intended) for Simon to keep still, quiet and concentrate on his work while his pretty little partner was sitting at his feet, sucking him off so well. You could hear his breathing getting heavier and the rhythmic draw of his pencil coming to a halt.

Sucking harder, you were determined to bring him to edge. The hand on his thigh now started to pay attention to his balls, while the hand around his base was now putting more pressure on it.

These were all things you knew would bring him right to the edge. And you could feel that he was close, his thighs and cock twitching, his breath getting heavier.

This was the perfect moment to stop. Pulling off him with a loud plop you sat back on your haunches before squeezing out of your place between Simon’s legs.

Leaving your baffled boyfriend behind, your start to sault away into the direction of your shared bedroom. You lean over your shoulder before telling him.

“Finish your report and I’ll finish you.”

You could only run as you could already hear Simon’s chair falling over and his fast and heavy steps following you.

part 2?

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[sinsandsweetness]

Good morning beaut! 🧸🥺

I'm loving. your fics <3

Could I possibly have a stepdad! rick x plus size! female reader <3

I do have some more stepdad!rick in the works but here’s a little something for u in the meantime, my love <3

18+ under the cut

The wet kisses on your inner thighs send butterflies right to your core. Painted fingernails already tangled in his hickory curls. Your back arches off the bed as Rick’s lips make their way up and down your body. Kissing every inch of your tummy, your hips and your panties. Pretty, pink lace, hugging every curve so delicately, leaving very little to the imagination. And no matter how much you whine and beg, he refuses to take them off.

“They’re just so pretty, baby. Wouldn’t want to let ‘em go to waste, would you?” He mumbles into your thigh, eyes fluttering shut as he goes to suck a dark hickey into your flesh.

“Ugh,” you groan. The grip on his hair, tightening in frustration.

You don’t really care if they go to waste or not. You’re soaking through the damn fabric at this point. Every feather light touch is heightened from the hour of teasing you’re being forced to endure. Rick having taken full advantage of the fact he has you to himself for the weekend. Your mom is on a two day trip to Oceanside with a few other women from the community, some kind of self defense workshop that Rosita was putting on. Whatever. You didn’t care. Staying home with your stepdad sounded a hell of a lot more fun.

And in this moment, despite what feels like some kind of never ending torture, you’re absolutely right. It is fun. Rick mouthing at your cunt, over the lace of your panties, his tongue only further dampening the arousal coated lace in between your legs. He rarely gets to take his time with you, and though he feels like he’s savouring the moment by prolonging your orgasm, you want nothing more then for him to rip the lace off your body and eat you out until you scream his name.

You’re whines must be getting your hint across because he speeds up his pace a little. Which you make sure to thank him for with a drawn out moan of his name. It helps that his skilled tongue knows exactly where you’re sensitive bundle of nerves is pulsing for him. Begging for his attention. And you’re more than a little shocked at how fast your orgasm is actually building, given that fact that he still hasn’t taken the pretty panties off yet. The friction of the lace against your clit is different. Stimulating you in a way you aren’t familiar with. Wet lace rubbing up and down your cunt as he eats you out through your panties.

But before you know it, you’re legs are coming in on his head like a pair of earmuffs, head shooting off the bed as you gasp for air. He keeps going, nose grinding against your clit while his grip tightens around the fat of your thighs. Tummy twitching and legs shaking from the intensity of the climax.

When he comes up for a kiss, you can taste your cum on his lips. He pushes your legs open and positions himself between them. Hooking a finger under the soaking fabric, pulling them to the side and lining himself up. Immediately smirking when you start to whine,

“Really? Just take em’ off, Rick. Please.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at your attitude. His hand comes up and squishes your cheeks, forcing you to look right at him.

His voice is low, and his stormy eyes darken. Suddenly, you start to regret giving him any attitude.

“Maybe I should gag you with em’, huh. That’d quit your whining, wouldn’t it? Why can’t you just be grateful and take it like a good girl?”

Yeah, you definitely regret giving him that attitude. And unfortunately, you’re almost positive that no amount of “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy,”s will be enough to dodge the bullet that you’re about to get hit with. But hey, it’s worth a shot, right?

[camilasstories]

❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 3 | jungkook x reader

summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.

chapter 2 | chapter 3 | next chapter

She’s just my roommate.

Those words somehow managed to stay in your head since you walked out of the flat. It was pretty clear to understand, quite straightforward you could say and they cut your skin like some kind of daggers with toxic substances at the end of them. Deeply and painfully. And there you were explaining all the things that weighted you down to the only one person who could stand your messy life.

„You did what?” your friend’s voice went higher than was intended making you cringe in your sit. In fact, it didn’t take much for you to realise how badly you had damaged your reputation and you were bravely enduring it listening to the moralising monologue.

After your accidental meeting with Jungkook’s friends you rushed to Gia as you felt like all the emotions could blow out in your chest in any moment. Firstly, you thought you could save the information about last night for yourself that you wouldn’t need anyone to know about it, but you soon found out you were completely wrong. Just few hours passed and you were dying to reveal your feelings and search for any supportive talk. Secondly, Jungkook didn't even look at you when you waved your hand at him to simply say goodbye and automatically your smile dropped and your heart stopped for a moment feeling offended by his lack of a reply. That totally sucked, but you deduced it could be because of his friends who were first in the picture that moment. You got that, but when you heard those words coming out of his mind, you lost it completely.

“Yeah, it may have happened” you looked at your taken off white trainers that were laying on a car mat.

You had texted her right before stepping out of your flat and running downstairs. Obviously she got the assignment and drove her way to a place where you managed to walk up which happened to be the middle of your neighborhood. She had already prepared all the sweets she had in her cupboard, so you two could munch on them while talking with each other in her car with your legs stretched. You often organize this type of car meetings where you have something important to share, so she knew right away something was in the air and it wasn't anything good.

“I don’t believe you’ve done this” Gia threw her arms in the air gesticulating as much as she could to add some drama “(Y/N), wake up for fuck sake. It's not a romantic comedy” she sounded worried and mad at the same time which didn't surprise you at all.

The situation you got yourself into was far from responsible, but you weren't here to get judge. You needed her ears right now, not just her lips that were moving all the time since you two got into a car.

“I don’t need a lecture, Gia” you stopped her and turned on the heating keeping your eyes at the buttons as you felt overwhelmed by the amount of words “I need a friend, right now”.

Her gaze softened as she let a quiet sigh looking through the front window meditating over your problematic life. She couldn't believe that you got so easily friend-zoned. If you could even say that because in Gia's opinion Jungkook wasn't your friend. In her eyes, he was just enjoying your stable nature and exploring the area far from his favorite places and people like clubs and drunk friends just to see what is it like. Her worry was justified by her observations and your occasional talk that involved Jungkook. She heard it all, that he was almost every night out of home, that he got many texts from girls and that he wasn't interested in anything but good fun. Gia was aware that it wasn't wrong of him to do such things. They were young trying to experience as much as they could and it wasn't the problem at all. The real problem was that you were his roommate and in addition you were his complete opposite. You two got along, she got it and it was totally fine, but since you developed feelings for him you started to wear blinkers. You stopped caring about yourself, your self-esteem lowered down and you stopped going out as much on Fridays because of your movie nights with him not even taking a step back and looking at the situation with clear vision. You didn't even try to think about whether he had true intentions or you were his excuse not to go out with his friends because he needed one day off to sober up. Gia saw him differently than you worried if he was really worthy of your time and then you did this because of lack of other options. It was disappointing how much you were depending on him. You weren't yourself, but she was your best friend. She had your back even if your decisions were nothing but stupid and even if you had a crush on Jungkook. They were your valid feelings and she respected that.

“Sorry, I just can’t believe you slept with this guy” she started again this time with a tranquil voice “Like... It’s just not you” she leaned back on the car seat breathing out the air.

You knew that it wasn't something you usually did, correct, you never did that in your life, but you didn't feel guilty or shame for what you have done. It was an adult decision, quite spontaneous and impetuous, but only your decision which might or not be a bad one. You didn't care as much as there was no way back. Time couldn't be turned back, so in your opinion there was no point in dwelling on the subject more than it was needed. What's done is done, you shrugged your shoulders carelessly thinking if your reaction was appropriate taking into consideration that you had just given yourself to a random guy. Were you this stupid or infatuated? Or maybe it didn't come to you yet and when it does it will be two times harder to handle. You bet it would be the second option, but for now you were living in your pink bubble until it would pop. However, small talk with Gia wouldn't hurt you, maybe you would even come to your senses after that.

“I know, right. It was so random” you bite your lips playing with a strawberry jelly in your fingers “I'm trying to understand how it happened, but it just happened, I guess. He texted me first, then I texted back and agreed for a meeting. That's all" you put a sweet in your mouth.

Gia observed you carefully for longer that it should last as if she wanted to say something, but was hesitant to speak up. You gave her the chance to choose the right words, but nothing came from her mouth so you decided to help her as you noticed she kept fidgeting in her seat.

"What is it?" you asked eventually with hidden curiosity.

“Did you have orgasm at least?” she blurted out "Well, I mean if you had to have sex, you should enjoy it at some point".

When you thought about it, you realized you hadn't reached a peak while doing it with him, even though he wasn't bad at this stuff. Hyun Woo was almost perfect guy to have sex with. You just didn't feel anything towards him so it might have been the reason for not breaking the record - it was just meaningless sex. You weren't all in it and actually he had put more effort than you did. Despite the foreplay and kissing it just wasn't it. You enjoyed it, but they only word that fit to describe was 'fine', nothing too extraordinary or fulfilling, which kept you wondering how it would be with Jungkook and it was a nasty thing to do taking into consideration you 'cheated' on the idea of him with another guy.

“No, that's the problem” you groaned sadly biting your inner cheek “But he was nice. He gave me flowers” you took a glance at her waiting for her to say something uplifting, but she just looked at you with a visible grimace.

“Its the bare minimum, (Y/N)”.

It was funny for Gia how readily you got satisfied with mundane things that guys did and she contemplated why you were fulfilled with just a smile that Jungkook offered you or even worse - just a look. Something told her that it was simply a phase that would pass anytime soon. She had to wait for his wrong move, something that would unfortunately break you so you could understand it wasn't worth it, but somehow she wished for happy ending for you. Gia just didn't trust Jungkook.

„Well, maybe for a relationship, but last time I checked it was just a hookup” your sarcasm was perceptible, but you weren’t mean to her while doing it “In this situation it was the maximum and maybe even more than that”.

„But he failed in giving you orgasm” Gia reminded you again emphasizing the problem in this case, though you were right in this case.

“He wasn’t supposed to give me one. It's not a must” you took Hyun Woo's back a little bit guilty to talk about him like that, though you weren't close with him “But I admit, it would be a pleasant addition if he did”.

"And how was he? In general".

“Good. He started with foreplay, that's a plus. Very handsy, I must say” your reply sounded stiff because it turned out that it wasn’t comfortable to talk about such stuff out loud “But he didn’t listen to me most of the time, he just went for it, you know” some flashbacks from yesterday hit you while you were narrating your previous night.

“The worst type” Gia squinted her eyes judgmentally “Peasure-seekers”.

Pleasure-seeker. You wanted to pin a blame on somebody else than yourself, but there was no one else to accuse. Your decision changed your vision when you weren’t even looking, were you such a person? You pushed these thoughts away as if you tried to avoid the judgement. It scared you to be this person, searching only for pleasure, not taking into account somebody else's feelings. It scared you that Jungkook could be one.

“If you put it that way I may have been this pleasure-seeker” you joked, but even to you it didn't come as funny "I mean I looked for a hookup, just like him".

“No, it's different!” Gia rapidly denied your theory seeing your expression lowering down “Okay, maybe not so different, but different in some way. You looked for... fun?” she tried to make it sound less horrible, but she failed obviously. It was a stupid explanation.

“That's the same" you said it more like to yourself as you felt creeping guilt you hadn’t felt before. Maybe you should have thought twice before introducing Hyun Woo to your bed. Maybe you shouldn't have started this talk with Gia seeing how your feelings were changing. Regret was coming out of you.

“Again. What were you thinking?” she changed the subject knowing her efforts weren't effective in making you feel better “That a random hook-up would change your mind about your crush?”

It hit you hard how weird it sounded from her lips and it was another reason to bury yourself in a grave from embarrassment. You knew she tried to understand you and give you a hand, but apparently it only increased your self-doubt.

“It was supposed to be exactly like you said” you nodded weakly realizing how silly it must have been.

“And?”

Nothing. You couldn’t take it as a win if your mind kept wandering to Jungkook through the sex session. You couldn’t take it as a victory if you almost cried in front of the guy realising you still have your crush on your mind and it didn’t want to let you free.

“It was close at the beginning, I thought maybe he would kick him out of my head because I felt excited, really” your lips were sealed in a thin line as you didn't share more details “And suddenly this feeling disappeared and I just… hate it more and more as we continue”.

“No brainer” she rolled her eyes sighing deeply “It would be easier to just tell him how you feel”.

“It would be way harder, are you crazy?” skin on your head wrinkled as you raised your eyebrows.

“Me? Crazy? Let’s not forget you are the one who found a random guy from the Internet and invited him to your bed. It's a fucking circus” she scoffed, but smiled at the end “Girl, it can’t get any worse”.

“Okay, okay! Just listen to me and try to imagine this” you raised your hands to show an invisible rainbow “Me, Jungkook’s roommate, after having a random hook-up to forget all about him, tells him how badly I’m crushing on him since I moved in. How does it sound? Gia, he would either start searching for a new candidate for his roommate or he would kick me out. I’m not even prepared for higher bills” you gesticulated with your hands in a chaotic way.

“Are you worried about him kicking you out?” her eyebrows snapped together and her head went back as if she were disgusted with this idea. She would kick his ass if he did that to you.

“No? Maybe? I don’t know, it’s just a side story. I don’t think he would dare, he isn't like that” your words were galloping so as your thoughts which contradicted each other as in your mind there was a total mess.

“He would be a fool if he did that” she put her hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently trying to soothe you “But if he did, you could live with me so give it a try. You have some options”.

“No, thanks. I prefer peace not trouble” your response was immediate "Maybe Hyun Woo wasn't the appropriate guy to work this out".

"I don't think that any guy would solve your problem".

"And I think there is still a chance" you were adamant.

If you stopped, you would think 'well, it's not working, let's stop", but you didn't stop and you didn't think. You choose to hold tightly to the idea that another guy would heal your heart so strongly that you missed the craziness of it and it was a bad omen.

“Is it even his apartment?”

“It’s his uncle’s free flat. He rents us for a lower price”.

“I see” Gia mutter something under her nose “Maybe try to give yourself a little bit of space”.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you can’t just tell him… don’t force yourself for now” she started to count it on her fingers “Go out, try new stuff like food, maybe a hobby, meet new people, go travel somewhere. Just don’t be in your shared flat. It's stealing your positive energy, you think about him all the time because everything reminds you of him”.

“Should I distance myself?”

“Well, if you don’t want to tell him then why should you keep bringing yourself down everyday” he shrugged her shoulders “Be brave or find another solution, girl. It’s not the end of the world, after all. You know it, you have just proved it with this guy so it can’t be that hard”.

"It’s just difficult because we live together”.

“Then maybe start searching for another flat”.

You bite your lips knowing you couldn’t afford apartment that was as close to your collage as this where you lived. It wasn’t an option and deep down you didn’t want to leave.

“Not possible” you uttered “Not for now” you added so she wouldn’t ask about this topic.

“Do you even talk with Jungkook?”

“Yes, of course I do. I’m not a creep” you rolled your eyes hearing her silly question “Not everyday, though”

“And everything is fine between you two? Is he rude to you or something?”

“Yeah, everything is perfect. We don’t argue and him insulting me? It never happen, but maybe it is because he’s not at home so often” you replied confused by the question „How come?”

„I’m just searching for an excuse for you to ditch your crush” she folded her arms thinking heavily.

“And? How it is going?”

“Terrible” she put it bluntly “He’s fine. I just feel like your relation is neutral”.

“Well, that was the problem till today” you rambles on this time with more sad voice “He just told his friends I’m just a roommate”.

“That’s the truth, you know?”

“What should I do then?” you breathed out the air after you had gave her deadly stare.

“I don’t know maybe mix his socks or…” Gia thought for a second looking for some solutions “Drink his favorite milk or juice or…. break his pad. Nothing could break a man like a damage pad” she gave you examples to make him hate you.

“That would be so stupid” you laughed at her “But I will let this go as a plan C”.

“Not plan B?”

“No, it’s a way too risky for a plan B”.

“There you go, you smile” she beamed at you victoriously “My mission as a best friend is accomplished”.

“You’re crazy, Gia”.

“So are you, but seriously go out to people, stop living only for this shitty idea of romance”.

“But he is not shitty” you moaned leaning your head on her shoulder.

“I know” she hugged you which happened to be very uncomfortable as there was little space in a car.

You took your phone still having her arms around your body.

“See” you press his instagram account.

His account was minimalistic and almost empty, but he still managed to post some photos so anybody could grasp the idea of him. On every picture his tattoos were exposed even long sleeves and hoodies didn't prevent him from showing them off. Just every time he had them more and more on his body and it was a nice view for every female creature. One image was taken in someone's car while he was sitting on the passenger sit looking at his phone with a smile and the other one with his friends with drinks up. That was him.

“Okay, he is a perfect candidate for a hot boyfriend. I must say that” Gia nodded her head in approval looking at the pictures you showed her "He's handsome, but look! Maybe that's it? You are just attracted to him, that's all".

"That's how crushes work" you murmured while starring at his profile picture "It's not like I'm in love".

“Okay that’s enough, we don't have time for these googly eyes" Gia clapped her hands and reached out to you "Give me your phone. I'm confiscating it" she tried to take it away from you but you managed to back away a little bit.

"Forget it, you are not my dad... Hey!" you shouted and laughed at the same time when she snatched away the device "Give it back now".

“I won’t! You need to cut him out from your…” she looked at the screen with panic “Oh”.

“Oh?”

“Is there a chance that you had followed him before?” she asked this question very carefully being scared of your reaction.

“No, why?” your eyebrows snapped together not getting her point.

“Well, now you do”.

“What?!” you screamed trying to get back your phone to see the mess she had made “Oh god, give it to me! What should I do now? Unfollow him?”

“What? No, it would look stupid” she immediately took this idea out of your head “Please, tell me how is it possible that you haven’t followed him before?”

“I don’t know! He didn’t follow me so I didn’t either” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well maybe he couldn’t find you? You have your name and some random letters in your nick and nothing else. You haven’t even your surname”.

“Namjoon did find me” you murmured in defence.

“Well maybe Jungkook isn’t that smart” Gia shrugged your shoulders.

“Fuck, what now?”

“Just wait. It's only Instagram, right?"

"And following him after few months? I don't think so" you were stressed out.

"I'm so sorry, but it can't be that bad. It's just a follow, (Y/N)".

"First, you tell me to distance myself from him and then in behalf of me you follow the same guy I'm trying to push away. Where's the logic?" you moaned a little bit angry at your friend.

"It was an accident and I'm really sorry" Gia tried to light up the atmosphere as she knew her move made unnecessary problem "Calm down, (Y/N). It's almost nothing".

"I don't know... How did you even... You're right, sorry" you sighed and turned down your phone "I've been thinking too much lately".

You leaned your head on the cold window and closed your eyes. It was high time to focus on yourself which was quite a challenge these days. Of course, you managed to have some days off, but often your head was occupied by negative thoughts and thoughts about Jungkook. But there had to be a limit. You weren't crazy about him, but you weren't indifferent either. You were constantly hanging in a middle and you wanted to get out of it, you had to make a choice on which side you were. It was either to tell him about your crush or keep your mouth shut and move on.

"Should I really tell him?"

"I guess so" she nodded and added “If you don’t want to go crazy in the near future”.

Maybe it should have been considered by you earlier. Confessing would show you if you had a chance with Jungkook or where you were standing when it came to his feelings. It could make your life easier or harder and it was depended on him which drove you nuts. You were mad that you had lost control over it. It seemed like you had it for most of the time - you had been surviving it with a satisfying outcome but something changed for the past few days. It got stronger and more noticeable and at the same time more difficult to cover in his presence. You became skittish and nervous when you spent time together which might be visible on the outside and it was something you strongly wanted to avoid. Maybe it was happening on a purpose. Maybe you should come out to him. You couldn't even hide it well lately, anyway.

"Come on, (Y/N)" she woke you up from intrusive thoughts "Let's go somewhere, we won't sit here forever".

"Let me grab my things" you said putting on your trainers and your cardigan that was laying on the backseat.

You were still siting in Gia's car wrapping material over your body, when you feel buzzing in your pocket so automatically your hand went to your sweatpants. You took your phone and looked at the screen.

"Gia?" your best friend was about to get out from the car, but you stopped her by catching her hand with your eyes glued to your phone.

"Yes?" she turned her head towards you confused by your sudden move.

There was an odd, but pleasant feeling forming around your tummy that indicated your building excitement because of what you had just seen. A lump in your throat was becoming bigger, but somehow you managed to choke out:

"He followed me back, just now".

Gia's eyes went wide. She immediately shut the door with a loud bang and hung over your shoulder to have a better view.

"Let me see that" she whipped your phone from your hands and started to look through the notification completely focused "He liked your photo a minute ago".

"He did?"

"Look" she put the phone so close to your face that you had to pull it away as you didn't see anything from such a distance.

It was your favorite photo of you and your sister's dog Nala. This poor thing struggled with her health as she got diagnosed with cancer when she was on her regular checks at vet's. It was sudden, but fortunately they said it was an early stage, so your sweet Nala had really high chances to survive and she did, but on the condition they had to amputate one paw. It was heart-breaking to see her learning how to walk again. Just before you moved out, you had taken the selfie where only your face and Nala's head was in the frame. Your lips were forming in a duck face and dog stuck out its tongue. Both of you were laying on the fresh green grass and the sky was bright blue then. You remembered it well.

“Just so you know. It indicates nothing. He nas already said he didn’t care, right?" she pointed a finger at you as if she wanted to warn you "Don't overthink it".

"I’m aware, Gia".

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Onset - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK Pairing: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Characters: Geto Suguru, Valerie (OC) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Established Friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, Self-Insert, Smut, Penis in Vagina Sex, Creampie, Brief mention of an inability to get pregnant, Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, if I tagged everything we'd be here all day, This is part of a series

Part 3 of Sundane

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Summary:

“What the fuck, Suguru?” She knows her skin doesn’t flush red, but she raises her hands to cover her face anyway.

“What?” He sits up, pulling his fingers out of her and nonchalantly bringing them to his mouth to suck her slick off of them. “We’ve been roommates for three years. You gonna pretend you’ve never heard me jerking off?” He raises an eyebrow at her when she peeks at him from between her fingers.

She silently and somewhat begrudgingly admits that he’s right.

“So where are they?”

“Why do you want to know?”

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“Why my bedroom?” 

She means for it to sound like a complaint, but her tone is not quite right. She’s more aroused than annoyed - embarrassingly so, she might admit if forced to - her words pointed in the direction of the ceiling because tilting her head that way is the best way to keep Suguru doing what he’s doing.

At the moment, he has his face buried in her neck, treating his lips and teeth and tongue to the taste of her skin and working on leaving what is sure to be an impressive family of hickeys come morning. 

“Because,” he mumbles in between kisses, “your bed is more comfortable than mine.”

She knows he’s right; on more than one occasion she’s found him napping in her room. “I told you to get the pillow top mattress,” she laughs. “Now I bet you wish you had listened to me.”

He raises his head to look at her. “My mattress is the last thing on my mind right now.” 

It’s a fair point. And while she may have set out to complain about where they’re doing what they’re doing, any further grousing she’s planned to do gets sidelined by the reality of what they’re doing. Hating the fact that she’s being so pragmatic about things, she tugs lightly on a handful of his hair to get his attention. “Suguru.”

“Hm.” He’s slid down her body to take a vested interest in tonguing her nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra and is only half-listening. 

“Suguru.” She says his name again, this time with slightly more urgency. 

“What.” It’s not quite a whine, but it’s close enough, and she almost feels bad for interrupting when he’s clearly having as much fun as she is. 

“Before we get too… distracted,” she huffs, trying to ignore the way he looks: hair disheveled, lips wet with spit, one hand on her hip and the other toying with the nipple he’s just taken his mouth off of as he looks up at her. “Do you have something? I… don’t. It’s been a while.”

Suguru makes a concerted effort to understand what she’s saying. When her meaning is clear, he shakes his head. “Don’t need it.” He lowers his mouth to her breast again, this time sliding her sports bra up and effectively removing the last barrier between her skin and his tongue. 

“Wait,” she protests, even though she does nothing to stop him. She helps him along, in fact, by raising her arms above her head so he can slide the bra completely off of her body. “That’s---”

“Come on,” he interrupts her, right before making a little trail of kisses from the place under the swell of her breast to her navel. “Just once, I wanna go without. We’re both clean and I already know you can’t get pregnant, remember?” He grins up at her from where he’s come to rest between her thighs, his chin on her belly.

“You’re not wrong, but you didn’t have to say it that way,” she sighs. Despite her words, she widens her legs to let him settle himself more comfortably between them.

“Sorry,” he says, still grinning and sounding anything but apologetic as he relieves her of her shorts and the panties beneath them. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

And he sets out to do just that. 

She thinks it’s a little unfair how good Suguru is at what he’s doing, but it isn’t really a surprise. It’s as if he’s known all along what her favorite things are - the way he teases her entrance with the tip of his tongue, or the way he somehow just seems to know that wetting his finger and sliding it between the left side of her clit and her outer labia makes her produce some of the prettiest moans he’s ever heard. Suguru eats her out slowly and sloppily, letting his mouth do most of the work while he buries two fingers inside her so he can relish the feel of her tightening and pulsing around them. 

She’s quiet, but he knows she likes it from the way she’s holding fistfuls of his hair, tugging his head this way and that to guide his mouth where she wants it. Suguru lets her, even though he knows those parts of his scalp are going to be sore when it’s all said and done. 

Nor does he tell her that he’s only ever let one other person put their hands in his hair like this. He doesn’t know what she would make of that kind of admission anyway.

When she comes, he stills his fingers completely but doesn’t withdraw them. His mouth, however, keeps busy. He slows and softens his pace just enough to keep her in that place between post-orgasmic pleasantness and overstimulation, mouthing at all the spots he now knows she likes. She’s still twitching and fluttering around his fingers when he speaks. “Hey… where are your toys?”

“Toys?” She parrots the word, confused and still coming down from her high. “What toys?”

“You know what toys.” He grins up at her. “The ones I heard you using a few nights ago.”

“What the fuck, Suguru?” She knows her skin doesn’t flush red, but she raises her hands to cover her face anyway. 

“What?” He sits up, pulling his fingers out of her and nonchalantly bringing them to his mouth to suck her slick off of them. “We’ve been roommates for three years. You gonna pretend you’ve never heard me jerking off?” He raises an eyebrow at her when she peeks at him from between her fingers. 

She silently and somewhat begrudgingly admits that he’s right.

“So where are they?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Why the fuck do you think I want to know?” He laughs. “I’d like to see what you’re used to.”

She uncovers her face and looks dubiously at him. She says nothing, instead simply motioning towards the drawer in her nightstand and watching him rummage through her colorful collection of toys. 

“You can take this?” The ‘this’ in question is a dildo in his hand, the largest one she owns. 

She nods.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows. “You like it?” 

“Yes,” she snaps, embarrassment getting the better of her and making the word sound much more defensive than she intends it to. “Is that a problem?”

“Nope,” Suguru replies smugly. “Just means I don’t have to wonder whether or not mine can fit.”

She wants so badly to put him in his place, but one look at the way his cock springs free when he comes out of his bottoms shuts her mouth. 

“What’s the matter?” He nudges his body between her open legs, her bottle of lube in one hand and his cock in the other. “Are you scared of it?” His words are teasing, as is the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth. 

“Of that? You wish,” she retorts with a roll of her eyes. “I was just wondering if you treat all the women you sleep with this shitty.” Even as her mouth forms the insult, she’s grateful for the way he liberally coats himself in lube. 

“You think this is shitty?” He laughs, holding his cock between his thumb and forefinger and repeatedly slapping it against her still-sensitive clit. She bites back - just barely - the little noise of pleasure that threatens to escape her as he does so. “I’m giving you the princess treatment, if you really wanna know the truth.”

Anything she’s intending to say gets lost, swallowed by the feel of Suguru’s lips on hers and the head of his cock pushing at her entrance. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles into her mouth, when he’s fully seated inside her. As good as he’s been imagining she would feel around him, the reality is that she feels even better. Suguru leans back to look down at her, making the mistake of meeting her eyes. 

“Oh,” she says quietly. He doesn’t know what she sees in his expression to make her react that way, but whatever it is can’t be bad - she’s looking up at him with soft, gentle eyes. 

He just might lose himself if he’s not careful. 

Time to laugh it off. “Better than your best toy, right?” He pushes that smug undertone into his voice again.

He’s expecting a sharp response, something snarky and perhaps mildly insulting. What he gets instead is more of those soft, gentle eyes. She cups his face in her hands and brings his mouth to hers, kissing him in a way that feels much too intimate and romantic for the way he’s about to fuck her. 

Suguru can’t figure out if it’s good or bad, and the uncertainty of it makes him want to crawl out of his skin. 

He pulls his hips back, slamming them into her again hard enough to make him worry for a split second that he’s actually hurt her. The way she clenches around him and the little sound she makes is enough to put that fear to rest, and he takes her wrapping her arms around him as permission to keep going. 

So he does.

He pounds into her hard, registering that he’s probably going too hard but not really able to stop himself. Tit for tat, he thinks, hissing as he feels her nails raking down his shoulders in a way that he’s sure will break the skin. Her hips rock up to meet his on every thrust, his balls slapping against her ass.

“Quit clawing at me like a damn bobcat,” he grunts between thrusts, his hair falling around her like silk and tickling her shoulders as he lowers his head to her neck. The retort that’s halfway out of her mouth dies on her lips when his teeth make contact with her skin. He wants to bite her hard enough for it to hurt, but his mouth and his brain are misaligned in their interests and he ends up sucking desperately at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“S-Sugu--ruuu,” she wails in a stuttering breath, and he feels a little bit vindicated because of it. She’s been so damn quiet, and that isn’t what he wants. He wants her loud. He wants her saying his name over and over like she’s praying to a god. He wants her drooling and stupid with her eyes rolled back in her head and her brain gone dumb as he gets her drunk on and addicted to the feeling of his cock.

He wants to completely unmake her.

The thought stabs him in the side with an unexplained pang of guilt, but he ignores it. “Still think it’s shitty, Valerie?” He pants, his breath warming the side of her face. “Still thinking about my cheap mattress and all that other unnecessary shit?”

She stares back up at him, and there it is: that glazed-over, fucked-out look he’s been waiting for. 

She wonders if he can see the thoughts in her head… if he knows just how good it feels, how her sweat-slicked body is surrounding him in all the ways she can be. Her arms encircling his broad shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her pussy stretched and stuffed full of his cock. Suguru is bigger than her toy - she’s sure of it now - and she wonders absently if she will ever be satisfied with anything other than him for the rest of her life.

She isn’t sure what he’s reaching for when his hand leaves her side, and understanding of what’s in his hand when it returns doesn’t dawn on her until she feels the vibrations of it. 

“Y-you,” is all she has time to get out before he works the little purple toy between their bodies to place it right up against her clit. He stills his hips, but it doesn’t blunt the vibrator’s effect on her. “That’s not fair,” she gasps, her voice pitched high and thin as her control slips. 

“I’m just being a gentleman,” he laughs stiltedly. One look at him is all it takes for her to understand that his own control is slipping - he’s sweating too, tendrils of damp hair stuck to his face and his muscles taut with the effort to keep himself in check. “Yeah,” he says, as though she’s asked him a question. “So go ahead and come for me first… hm?”

Val hates that her body chooses that moment to do exactly that, her climax syncing with his words as though what he’s said is a command for her to obey. Suguru tosses the vibrator over the side of the bed, and she doesn’t have time to wonder whether or not its clattering fall to the floor has broken it before his lips are on hers, tongue bullying its way into her mouth much the same way his cock is bullying its way in and out of her spasming walls.

He doesn’t pull out of her when he comes, just pushes into her as deep as he can and buries his teeth in the tender flesh of her left breast. The bite is more pleasurable than painful. Still, she lets out a little yelp that prompts him to drag his lips across the spot, soothing it with his tongue.

The two of them stay as they are for a few minutes after, chests rising and falling in tandem as they try to catch their breath. She threads her fingers through his hair, apologizing to him without words for all the places she’s yanked at it and massaging his scalp to alleviate the soreness.

He slips out of her and she tries not to wince, but her thighs are achy from being pushed open so wide and for so long. “Okay… I guess I need to add more flexibility training to my weekly rotation,” she manages with a laugh. Suguru doesn’t respond. His gaze is trained between her legs, and he’s got two fingers pressed against her pussy, gently prodding at her. “Suguru… what are you doing?”

“Putting the cream back in the pie,” he murmurs. He watches his cum leak out of her, catching it with those same two fingers and pushing it back inside of her. There’s no pang of guilt in his side anymore, but the feeling that has replaced it is something he’s only ever felt a variation of, and not in a long time. 

It feels… almost proprietary, seeing a part of him leaking out of her. It speaks to something long-forgotten inside of him, that urge to stuff it all back into her body and to keep that piece of him there with her. 

Valerie is about to tell him how bad his joke was when she catches sight of the expression on his face. She gets the sense that while what Suguru has said was meant to sound like a joke, the meaning behind what he’s doing isn’t lighthearted at all. So she keeps quiet, letting him continue what he’s doing and feeling the warmth radiate off of his body as she plays in his hair.

“So,” Suguru finally says, raising his head and resting his cheek against her abdomen so he can look at her over the swell of her breast. “How was your rebound fuck?”

It makes her laugh, even though she feels the need to set him straight about it. “It wasn’t a rebound fuck,” she says, when she’s stopped chuckling. “Rebound fucks usually happen pretty quickly after a breakup, you know.”

“Damn, that’s disappointing,” he teases her, even as he curls his arms around her waist and leans into the gentle touch of her fingertips on his sore scalp. “I wanted to be able to put that on my resume. If I’m not your rebound fuck, then what was I?”

Val is quiet for a minute, still soothing his scalp in all the places she’d pulled too hard at his hair. “Not to stroke your ego or anything, but you were pretty fucking amazing,” she admits. “I take back what I said about it being shitty,” she adds with a smile. “So now I’ll ask you again: do you treat all the women you take to bed this way?”

She asks the question, not really wanting to know the answer but feeling like it’s important to ask anyway. 

“Yeah,” he answers after a moment. “It doesn’t hurt to make them feel special, even if they’re not.” 

She doesn’t know how to feel about that, so she tucks the ambiguity of her emotions away and stays quiet. 

Chapter Two

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[rodolfoparras]

I actually have great news!!!! Despite it having taken sooooo much longer than originally planned I will be moving out and in with my best friend either October or early November!!!! We have a complete plan, one of my older sisters is gonna drive down to pick me up, gonna hang out with her for a bit and then imma fly over to live with my bestie!!! I'm very excited to finally be in a supportive environment and family😋

Back to the sillies!!!

Well Logan would just grow his dick back😋 Scott, on the other hand... Well he'd like to keep his penis attached to him so Wren doesn't typically give him blow jobs just to be safe but he can still use his long tongue😙 also I am constantly swapping between old man pussy Logan and Logan having a big useless cock like both are so delicious😈😈😈

Also thinking about sucking off/eating out grumpy old man Logan while he's watching like a sports game😈 he got his cigar in one hand and beer in another, slouching on the couch😈😈😈 RAHH I LOVE OLD MAN LOGAN🔥🔥🔥🔥

!!! Magneto is serving too much in X-Men '97 and I actually have no context for one of the pictures because I'm not that far but it's legit a scene from the show😋

https://i.postimg.cc/7L0v4pRf/Magneto.jpg , https://i.postimg.cc/gjrNzh0N/tumblr-500d6281ebff6f962b191992ddfce1f2-9d2a8e05-2048.jpg

Usually not into men that old but😙 might just make an exception for this Magneto

And !!! I can't remember if I ever mentioned him or not but I have a little baby catboy oc named Bimo that I toss around different fandoms to make my favorite characters be fathers🔥 He got like big fluffy paws instead of hands/feet, the paws are almost too big for his size😭 Bimo absolutely adores cuddling, like the second he hears or sees one of his favorite people getting comfortable, best believe he's there in record time for cuddling. Logan is the number one target for Bimo, he sits down for a second and Bimo just spawns and is looking at him with big ol puppy dog eyes😭

Bimo absolutely loves Deadpool, finds him hilarious though he doesn't know what half the jokes he makes are - Deadpool also just spoils him rotten with attention and toys😋 but first time seeing Deadpool without the mask+suit??? Bimo didn't realize Wade was Deadpool and was just like??? But he does figure it out quickly because of like voice, scent, overall Wade still annoying the hell out of Logan and the other X-Men😭 Bimo is such a silly little guy, dare I say one of my favorite ocs because he's just a little baby😭

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All the dif picrews of Bimo, he's kinda a little tuxedo kitten :3 so black fur/hair and he has a fluffy white patch of fur on his chest/neck area ish :3

-🌱

Hello those are absolutely wonderful news my sugar bee!!! You got the movie in during the coziest month of the year, and you’ll be all settled in by the time Christmas arrives and you can have sm fun decorating and enjoying these months however you want aaah!!!

Sugar bee I cannot blame you why choose when you can imagine both who will stop us the imagination police? I don’t think so on Mondays he can have a fat old man pussy and on Tuesdays he can have a big useless cock

Soemthing about eating out an old man while he indulges in one of his silly little hobbies really gets me going I don’t know there’s something so hot about having to fight for his attention and your competitor being something silly like a book or a football game

Unfortunately the picture won’t load but what do you mean by men that old ON THIS ACCOUNT WE LOVE ALL OLD MEN

Oh my goodness please let me cuddle bimbo he sounds like a walking teddy bear 😭😭😭 also love the fact that Logan is his number one victim can’t help but imagine Logan looking absolutely terrified at the fact that he’s someone’s favorite person- a kids favorite person at that😭😭

And omg Deadpool referring to himself as his mommy and Logan as his daddy and pulling single mom jokes whenever Logan isn’t up for hanging out with them😭

For whatever reason the other pic won’t load either😭😭but he sounds like a cute little guy kind of imagining a mini version of Logan 😭

[demonicdames]

A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Part 1 Part 2

Chapter 3: F, is for friends who-

The weekend was finally here and you had planned to relax and stay in binge-watch your favorite shows and eat junk food, okay well maybe not too much junk food but a fair amount! and better yet you were gonna spend it with your bestie Copia it had felt like forever since you last spent time with him, not since he gave you that folder- when you had taken a quick peek into it there was nothing but invoices and receipts you partly started to think Imperator was fucking with you.

The folder was put away when you heard a knock at your door the being on the other side was of course Copia, who greeted you with a hug he'd brought so many tasty treats. Both of you flopped down onto your couch snuggling up together and settling on some old cheesy rom-com that the both of you could laugh and poke fun at.  None of you accounted for there to be an exceptionally steamy part of the movie in which you two could barely make eye contact while the characters on the television screen went at it. It took you a full two minutes until you remembered that your remote had a mute button. 

"Well that was-." You turned your attention to Copia your next words died in your throat seeing the tent the Cardinal was now sporting, only when he noticed that you were looking did he grab one of the pillows that you kept on your couch to cover his lap with. A laugh exited your mouth and you immediately felt bad considering the gooey mess that was currently between your legs.  "I... I.. I.. I-." He paused to swallow hard, hard enough for you to hear and see his Adam's apple bounce. " I better uh..uh... I better go and take care of this b-before we continue the movie, sì? yes?."  Without letting you answer Copia went to get up the pillow still held over his lap. "I could help you." You suddenly heard your voice say it was like it acted on its own, Copia paused and turned like he usually did on stage you swore he was going to take a tumble, his face flush jaw moving as he attempted to find his own words the poor man looked like a horny fish standing there. 

You giggled rolling your eyes and reaching out taking the pillow from his gloved hands your finger hooked into the waistband of his red lounge pants tugging him closer, his lips parted just slightly mismatched eyes wide, you had this poor man in a trance.  part of you didn't know where this bold bravery came from as you tugged his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to pop free. "Sor-Sor-Sorella.. you know you don-don't have-."  His words were cut off by a shaky gasp, your tongue slowly running over his cock head Copias hands grabbed at your shoulders to steady himself his face twisted in pleasure, he was sensitive, oh so sensitive and it was a well-known fact that he didn't have a special someone, always buried in paperwork or getting hounded on by Sister Imperator or Nihil, he never had time it seemed. oh, your poor dear friend. 

Copia gave another shuttering breath as you sucked him into your mouth swallowing him down halfway. "C-Cazzo-."  He cursed his legs moving to gain some more stability as you swallowed him completely down your nose pressed against his body, Copia whimpered as your hands reached up to cup and massage his ass squeezing each cheek.  "Your-your mouth feels so good mio caro." The cardinal moaned eyes closed, at that moment you felt your phone buzz in your pocket having silenced it for the movie, while sucking your friend off your eyes glanced at the screen after fishing it out. 

One new message from: Secondo

Txt: Sorella, I know it is your day off but I will be needing your assistance in the office.  Taking Copia deep into your throat you texted back quickly.  Txt: Can't sorry spending day with friend already planned sorry

your phone was placed back into your pocket your attention now fully on Copia, you'd be lying if you said his moans didn't turn you on more or the whimpery Italian babble falling past his lips. You pulled back panting his cock falling free from your mouth the cardinal grunting at the loss, "You know Copia." You started as your fingers ran along his throbbing need.  "Y-Yes sorella?." He asked his chest still heaving. "I do have condoms in my room." The next moment you both were kissing feverishly down the hall toward your room articles of clothing marking the path from couch to room, you pushed Copia down onto your bed watching both him and his cock bounce on impact before going through your nightstand finding one of the foil wrapped contraceptives, you could feel Copias hand rub over the swell of your ass as you tore it open.

Straddling his hips you worked the slick rubber over the Cardinal's cock, sweet Lucifer you needed him inside of you, you could feel your slick walls throb in excitement lifting your hips you sank onto him slowly feeling his cock stretch you have to pause a moment before settling on him. "Oh fuck." Your voice was breathless 'Having a big dick had to be a dominant fucking gene' crossed your mind feeling hands slide up to rest on your hips.  "T-Tesoro are you- okay?." You have no idea why that made your chest throb at the concern in his mismatched eyes 'it's was just sex, just sex, friendly sex' you thought to yourself as you nodded. "I am I am." You breathed hands resting on him as you moved your hips gasping his name, okay perhaps you could just pretend at least for a little while. Your moans grew louder as Copia's hips arched to meet each of your thrusts your bed below creaking and groaning. 

Copia pulled you down into a kiss, one that grew even more feverish than before as he rolled you both over settling you under him. You were about to see a side of this man that you didn't know existed as he grabbed your hips his thrusts growing faster and harder hitting at your core, abusing your poor cervix with each slam. 

 "Cazzo...cazzo- cara mia you take my dick so well." Copia panted hooking his hands behind your knees and bringing your knees up, the new position seeming to allow him to get deeper cursing your hands moved to grab at the sheets of your bed, you could feel that pressure winding up. "I-I'm cl- cloooossee!." You moaned voice bouncing each time Copias hips collided with yours.   "Yes yes, Tesoro cum with me!." Copia gasped out his thrusts becoming erratic until you both met your ends your back arching off the bed crying the cardinal's name out into the night. He had to catch his breath before pulling out of you and disposing of the filled condom, rolling to the side you expected him to get dressed and leave like Secondo but you were shocked into silence as he climbed back into bed with you his bare chest pressed against your back an arm laid over you, wrapped around you a lazy kiss being pressed against your neck making you giggle and twitch at the tickle of his mustache. 

This was something... entirely new being enveloped in his warmth, held close and not falling asleep in a cold bed, blinking your eyes slowly closed as sleep took hold of you, out in the living room an unread text read. 'Very well then, I expect to see you tomorrow Sorella.'

--- To be Continued--

[marley-manson]

The whole Twilight of the Gods arc straight up sucks all kinds of ass, but I'm still in a very positive mood re this show so I'm gonna talk about the things I did like:

-- I don't actually dislike a lot of the Xena/Ares stuff? Ares is an enormous dick but he's the antagonistic entitled god of war so it's not exactly unexpected, and I find the way it leads up to him making a genuinely selfless sacrifice ultimately satisfying even if the emotional continuity could've been handled better. Plus I'm a fan of Xena throwing him around and playing with his tits when she's pretending to seduce him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-- And I'm also a fan of Ares impaling himself on Xena's sword while getting all seductive in their first reunion in 25 years.

-- Also I'm glad they made it very clear that Ares didn't know Livia was Xena's daughter lol.

-- I like Athena as the main antagonist, like that Athena has a mortal girlfriend, like Xena killing her. There's a lot of fic where Athena and Artemis show up and are treated as good and wise and deserving of respect and even worship, especially in contrast to evil Ares, and I've never really liked that sisterhood solidarity by default vibe lol so I like them as antagonists in canon. The final battle between Xena and Athena ft Artemis was also satisfying - the way Xena wins fair and square, and it only doesn't take the first time because Eve died first.

-- And as much as the whole plot is dumb, I like that Xena takes on like five gods at once and kills them all. When she gets Hades with the fire blowing technique 🥰

-- Oh also I love to see Gabrielle holding her own against some gods like Hades and Hephaeston. Not the war gods, but the gods whose thing isn't really combat? It makes sense to me (not having seen Hercules so having little reference point for the gods' power levels and also not really caring anyway), and it's awesome to see.

-- "Sounds like you and Xena had some great adventures together dad." Genuinely heartwarming as fuck.

-- Livia was irritating and the way she acted like a 16 year old when she was supposed to be 25 was obnoxious, BUT Adrienne Wilkinson was successfully channeling Hudson Leick imo and it was fun to hear Callisto's cadence from her.

-- Love Hope making an appearance while the Furies are driving Gab insane (even if that IS outside their jurisdiction lol) and drawing the obvious parallel between Eve and Hope. I like to think it's Gabrielle's very buried resentment being voiced, and frankly I support Gabby's right to murder Eve <3

-- Also on that note, I love Gab being the one to conclude that Livia is beyond saving and needs to die. I like to imagine she did feel a little thrill of satisfaction in turning the tables on Xena there, somewhere deep deep down, and maybe that lingering resentment over Hope is partly why she can write off Livia.

-- While Xena did wimp out when it came to killing her daughter and that sux, I give props for the moment when she says she could do it if she had to, and for the fact that the blocking of the fight leaves it ambiguous as to whether she would have pulled herself together and done it if Livia hadn't taken advantage of her hesitation. Like, at least she didn't drop the chakram and go "i can't," or something.

-- The show's attempt to ground Livia/Eve's magical personality change in memories of Xena taking care of her as a baby didn't work, but they clearly did make an effort to have some emotional continuity and I respect it.

-- Aphrodite helping Xena and Gabrielle because Gabrielle is her friend was very sweet and it's nice to see her get a dramatic scene.

-- It feels arbitrary and annoying that Xena doesn't just kill Ares - even if Xena does have feelings towards him to some extent lol that wouldn't stop her - but it is a fun moment when Ares is like "you can't bring yourself to shoot me," and she immediately shoots him. And I'm free to headcanon that Xena was not so much sparing Ares, as she was so pissed off at Ares in particular for enabling Eve's mortal wound that she deliberately chained him up just to make him watch her kill his family before she kills him.

-- Dying Eve telling Xena she liked spiders as a kid, and the scene at the end where she's playing with a spider on the beach was also genuinely sweet.

-- "Looks like you got your daughter back." "No, we got our daughter back." Of course I remembered this exchange distinctly, but I hadn't remembered that it was the very last line of the season. Excellent note to go out on.

[plaindangan]

tsumugi, heard you got VERY expert at sucking cocks, the intensity, the face, the slopiness, the pace, youre an absolute dickmilker! this got me thinking, how about you put ouma rantaro and shuichi to the test and see which one can hold for the longest time their cum and braincells?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Really? Gosh, you're just flattering me! I'm just plain average at dick sucking, really!! It's just that if I truly want to cosplay those spunk covered, ahegao making, vacuum mouth, sluts in hentai - I have to give it my all!! That means a lot of practice...and practice are just what those three are going to help me with." A dark grin appears on her face and the scene shifts to seeing Rantaro (as chill as ever), Kokichi (contemplating if he trolled a bit too close to the sun) and Shuichi (who just wanted to get his work done today...) were all in their boxers and tied to chairs by Tsumugi. All having been roped into this one way or another by a nerd very clearly in the mood, if the dominatrix like outfit was wearing was any indication.

"Let the testing begin, boys~"

-

Test 1: Rantaro Amami

Time: 37 minutes, 21 seconds.

Details: "I sucked off Rantaro first because I just knew that normie attracting pretty rich boy was gonna be the hardest nut to...well, bust, in any case. And I was right!! Seriously, it took so much time before I saw that casual face of his flush red. Heh, but its worth it to see him gasp so much and be so out of character. Turns out he was the type that loves having his balls sucked and cleaned too. Put enough pressure on those babies and I had him creaming gallons in minutes. Though...do wish that jerk warned me before getting my entire face, and glasses, covered in his damn mess!!! Stupid inconsiderate jerk.....at least he knows the pineapple trick so licking it all up was at least easy enough to get through...and such a strong smell. I kind of want to...tch!!! No way! I-I won't get addicted to normie bait!! Moving on!!"

Test 2: Kokichi Oma

Time: 15 minutes, 38 seconds

Details: "God, this one just doesn't know when to shut up!! Kokichi's the type to frigging yap and yap without filter!! Telling useless lies, trying to get a rise out you...and really insult you while you blow him off!! 'Oh, Miu usually gave me titjobs before sucking me off, but I guess you don't have the assets for it' Bastard! That twink wouldn't know a good damn suck if he stuck his cock in a vacuum!! Heheheheehe...thankfully his weak spot is that he's extra weak to head licks. It's fun hearing his lies go off the rails or stop because the pleasure is just way too much for him. Those lessons from Syo paid off!! Of course, with all that teasing he did spurt quicker than expected...right on my lips and breasts this time. Hmm...saltier than expected...but not bad~ Even a bit sweet, too. Heck, with how it currently is, I could get use-no! Bad Tsumugi! This twink is just to be used like yaoi of the week! Focus!"

Test 3: Shuichi Saihara

Time: 20 minutes, 53 seconds

Details: "He was the one I wanted to save...the best for last. I know for a fact he spends so long cooped up in that agency, I just knew his balls would be filled to the tank with that milk I've been craving for...and I know damn well as soon as I pulled down those boxers, when that musk hit my damn nose, I wanted all of it dropped into my mouth. All of it!!!! I didn't loose my lips from that shaft for a second as I choked down that dick in deepthroat vicegrip. It was so fun sucking off someone so clearly taken back by my moves and moaning so cutely, too!! He's perfect!! Likewise, I didn't move my mouth as he came hard into my mouth. Dumping load after load after load after load of salty goodness into my mouth, flooding it with his seed and making my gargle it! God, I need more of it!! He can't leave just yet!! None of them can leave!! I need more CUM!!!!"

-

"S-s-s-so....i-in conclusion..." Tsumugi closed her book, sighed in 'disappointment' and looked at the three boys. Boobs, lips, cheeks, face - all covered in white grime batter from all of her 'test subjects'. "We simply just...don't have enough cu-data! Data! Meant to say data, on the matter to properly pass judgement!! It looks we'll have to do a few more rounds...just to be on the safe said. Eheheheehe~" the blue haired woman's lips turned into a glossy, dark smile.

"Aren't you glad to be apart of something so plain fun?" Between Rantaro giving a nervous chuckle, Kokichi groaning, and Shuichi...just looking utterly lost in the real of mindnumbing pleasure, the general consensus was pretty clear:

They weren't getting out for a long, long, long while~

[stratossphere]

Phone sex w ville 🤩🤩

long distance | v.v

you and ville still find ways to be close despite being thousands of miles apart.

warnings: male!reader, smut, sexting, phone sex, sex over video call, mutual masturbation, sappy fluff at the end <3

word count: 2.8k

a/n: thought i’d combine this ask with some asks that i got about a male reader! hope you enjoy :)

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @h3artk1ller @4377666 @d34c1

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You hated dating someone in a band. Sure, it had seemed fun in the beginning when all you had to worry about was Ville staying up too late to write songs or spending too many hours in a studio, but now it was different. He was on tour, and he had been gone for almost a month, so you were close to going insane.

You missed him so much that it hurt. Every day in your shared home where you could see his clothes still left out or his belongings scattered around was torturous, and trying to reign him in from his current fast-paced lifestyle for long enough to get more than a five-minute phone call had been nearly impossible. Sure, he sent the occasional picture or two of what he was up to (you deeply appreciated his unamused attempts at selfies), but it wasn't enough. You missed his face, his voice, and nearly everything else about him, and it only got worse as the days went by.

But tonight, you were going to try your chances. You knew he was in the same city for two shows, so he would be in a hotel room for the night and not a crowded bus that made so much noise you could barely ever hear his side of the call. You knew you'd eventually get his attention on a phone call when he found the time, but you were impatient, so you texted first.

You: Are you out of the venue yet?

V: Got in to the hotel a little while ago. Almost cried about having a real fucking bed.

You: Feeling okay?

V: Missing you.

You: Yeah? How much?

V: This much.

[photo attachment]

You stared at your phone in shock for a second, completely taken aback by the fact that Ville had beat you at your own game. Because the picture he had sent you was a low-lit shot of his hand resting over where his cock was clearly hard through his boxer briefs.

You immediately felt your cock stirring in your own pants as you stared at the picture, the sight half-making you deeply aroused and half-making you miss him more than you already did. You knew he must've been feeling the same way, because Ville usually wasn't a huge fan of sexting unless he was really horny.

But he must've been really horny now, because he wasn't done sending messages. Your phone continued to buzz as you quickly kicked your sweatpants off where you were laying in bed, and when you checked the screen once again, your face heated up even more than it had already begun to.

V: I can't stop thinking about your mouth

V: I wish you were sucking my cock right now

[photo attachment]

V: All for you, my love.

Your face was burning as you stared at the picture of Ville's hand wrapped around his fully-hard cock where he had pushed his boxers down just enough to free it. Despite the low lighting in his hotel room, you could still see the dark detail of the tattoos on his arm, and you felt your breathing picking up despite the fact that he wasn't even in the room with you.

You knew you'd been staring at the pictures long enough for him to probably wonder if you were ever going to respond to him, and you quickly rushed to type out a response.

You: Fuck I want you

[photo attachment]

The picture you sent was of your own cock hard against your stomach. Your hands weren't in the picture, but because you'd been so sexually pent-up ever since Ville had left for his tour and he'd barely been available for anything besides five minute check-in calls, a bead of precum was already forming at your tip. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself, as you wanted to wait until you could hear his voice.

Barely 10 seconds went by after you'd sent the picture before your screen was suddenly lighting up with Ville's contact picture (which you had taken when you had found him fast asleep in his studio chair with his head back and mouth wide open), signaling that he was calling you. You picked up just as fast.

"What's up?" You asked casually, as if the both of you hadn't just been sending nudes back and forth. There was a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone, and you shifted your hips uncomfortably at the sound because goddamn did he sound good. His voice was always a little hoarse after shows, and you would've been lying if you had said it didn't make him that much hotter.

"Are you touching yourself?" Ville, however, was never one for soft lead-ins, and you could hear the aroused impatience practically dripping from his voice as he spoke. Your hand that wasn't holding the phone rested low on your stomach, but you weren't touching yourself yet. You wanted to hear him first.

"I was waiting for you." You said softly, heart beating fast in your chest because you could hear his stuttered breathing that told you he was already one step ahead of you. He sighed out another laugh, a slight groan bleeding into his voice as you swallowed back desperation. "Can I?" 

"Of course. Good boy." His voice was low as he cooed at you over the phone, and at that point you could no longer hold yourself back from wrapping your hand around your own cock now that you had his permission. You knew you didn't necessarily need it, but you would've been lying if you'd said you didn't like the swirl of arousal you felt in your stomach every time he called you 'good boy'. Of course, he didn't need to know that, but you were sure he knew anyway. "Did you like the pictures?"

"Yeah." You breathed, a soft whine leaving your lips as your hand sped up on your cock where you were touching yourself to the mere sound of his voice. You didn't usually consider yourself to be that desperate of a person, but there was just something about Ville that brought it out of you. "Fuck, I miss your cock so bad, baby."

"Yeah? S' that why you're going so fast?" His tone was almost condescending, and you felt your face burn as you realized that even in different countries, he was able to hear how embarrassingly quick you were fucking your own hand out of sheer desperate want. When you didn't answer, he chuckled through a moan. "Is my boy getting desperate because I've been gone?"

Despite whatever intentions were lying within his mocking tone, all he was doing was making each stroke of your hand on your cock feel better and better, and the picture in your mind of Ville in the exact same position with his legs spread and his head thrown back wasn't helping much, either. You tried to whimper out a response, but your words came out jumbled and unintelligible as you continued to let whines and gasps fall from your lips in a steady stream. Ville inhaled shakily.

"FaceTime me. I want to see you." He demanded, clearly fed up with only being able to listen to the sound of your voice considering you could barely respond to anything he was saying to you. You fumbled on your phone with shaky fingers then, pausing just long enough to use both hands to connect the camera before you were setting it on the nightstand (that was on his usual side of the bed) and going right back to fucking your hand at a frenzied pace.

However, once your phone made the sound that told you the call was connected, your head was immediately tilted towards the screen, and you had to try hard to refrain from cumming right then and there when you got a look at Ville where he had put his phone in a similar position so that you could see him completely from the thighs up.

He was completely naked and laying on top of the sheets, his hotel room still low-lit by a single lamp that you couldn't see. With the low lighting, each groove of rib and every muscle was accentuated by slight shadow, and you swallowed hard when you watched the muscles of his ass move as he fucked his cock into his tightly fisted hand. You truly meant it when you said that Ville Valo was gorgeous.

"Mm, does that feel good?" He groaned as he got his first look at how quickly you were falling apart by your own hand, the sight of you probably not much more than pathetic by this point as you whimpered with every swipe of your thumb over your extremely sensitive tip. When you nodded hard, he only smiled coyly, his head pushing back further against his headboard as he let out another moan. "Fuck, I need you."

Through your pleasured haze, you had enough mind to wait until his eyes had fallen closed before you messily reached out for your phone, quickly taking a screenshot because you knew you'd be missing this sight even more tomorrow when he'd be right back to incredibly busy. He couldn't be there with you to jerk off every day.

"It doesn't feel as good." You whined, the burning need in your chest not enough to stifle the constant reminder that nothing would feel as good as the way it did when Ville was fucking you. You may have known your own body inside out, but somehow it felt as if Ville knew it better, and yet he was thousands of miles away and able to do nothing but talk you through your loneliness. Ville’s lip drew between his teeth, and you felt arousal shoot through your cock in an entirely new wave when he opened his eyes and returned his heated stare to the camera.

“You miss being a crying fucking mess underneath me when I’m fucking you, don’t you, my love?” He sighed, his words coming out drawn-out and breathless as he clearly let his mind stray further in the direction of the pleasure of his own hand as opposed to the coherency of his words.

“Yeah. So bad.” You were practically pouting at the love of your life on the other end of the phone, and you could tell by the aroused spark in his eye as he stared back at you that he was enjoying it considerably. “I want you in me so bad.”

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface in that goddamn house when I get back. I miss the taste of your cock.” As Ville continued to languidly fuck his own hand, his hips gaining more and more force as time went on, his voice was slowly raising in your pitch, and you could tell that despite how hard he was trying to hide it, he was getting just as desperate as you were. The both of you were hardly focused on anything besides the quick joint pace of your hands stroking your cocks, and being able to see each other in such a fucked-out condition was only making it worse.

“M’ gonna cum. Feels too good.” You could only hold on for so long, and with the filthy words coming from Ville’s lips in a steady stream, you were getting to the point where the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body was making your head spin. You needed the release that you felt like had been impossible without him, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Luckily, he didn’t seem much further off, and he let out a full-on cry at the sound of your voice as his hips bucked up especially hard towards his hand.

“Let me see it. I need it.” He begged, beginning to lose that cocky facade that he always loved to hold on so tightly to as the muscles in his abdomen began to contract tightly with the slight writhing of his body on top of the sheets. He looked almost angelic when he was this close to orgasm, and if you hadn’t been so close to your own climax, you would’ve been unable to function with the sight. Instead, it was only pushing you closer to teetering over that edge, and you felt the pace of your hand fisting your nearing-oversensitive cock pick up against your own conscious volition.

You fully moaned his name when you finally came, getting one last swipe of your thumb over your tip before your release was spilling all over your fingers and across the warm skin of your abdomen. Your cock was twitching against your fingers, and you only slowed your hand to a stop when your hips began to jerk from the intense pleasure.

You were just able to draw your fuzzy attention back to your phone screen quick enough before you watched as Ville came, his lips parting as a deep groan rose in his throat. Cum spilled onto his stomach in heavy spurts, but he only kept the same pace of his hand, his back arching off the bed as a jumbled mess of filthy words and your name came in breaths while he came down from his high.

He was so perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect. That was the only thought in your dizzy head as you laid boneless in your bed whilst staring at him through the phone screen, admiring every inch of his skin while his eyes were still closed. You missed him so goddamn much that it had been hurting more and more as the days went on, but now you felt a bit more at peace as you got to watch him come back to himself in his most vulnerable form.

Eventually his eyes re-opened as well, and then you just stared at each other for a quiet moment as you both caught your breath and let the power come back to your extremities where it felt like every nerve had turned to jello. After some time, a slight grin formed on Ville’s face that matched the soft look in his eyes.

“I’m so in love with you.” He mumbled softly, the longing in his eyes no doubt matching your own as you watched them admire you fully out of what he could see on the screen of his phone. You only laughed, because he was always so cheesy after you’d (admittedly indirectly) made him cum, before your head fell to the side.

“I miss you.” You said it earnestly this time, without the horny intentions that you had said it with before, because you needed him. Needed to hear his voice, and needed to know that you still had him even though you couldn’t touch him. He sighed.

“I miss you too. Every moment of every day.” He promised, his clean hand running through his slightly-messy hair as he blinked slowly. You smiled at the sentimentality of the fact that the two of you were able to have moments like these even when you were lying in your respective beds across the world from each other with cum still on your hands and stomachs, missing him even more at the thought. “As soon as I can be, I’m yours forever.”

“Can you call me when you wake up and then talk to me until I fall asleep?” It was close to his bedtime for him, but it was still the middle of the day for you, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to spend the next day or so in withdrawal from the sound of his voice. He grinned, grabbing his phone off the nightstand because he knew as well as you did that you were leading into telling him that he really needed to get some much-needed sleep on the rare night that he had an actual bed and a quiet hotel room.

“Of course, darling. Anytime you want.” He promised, unable to stop himself from yawning as his exhaustion clearly came back at full force now that he’d worn himself out even more. You couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him sleepy and spent, grabbing your own phone off your (his) nightstand.

“Okay. I love you, and get some sleep for once.” You let a bit of warning bleed into your tone, because you knew that if you didn’t force him into actually using his time to sleep, he’d wake up ridiculously early to call you three hours before you even went to sleep so that he could talk to you for as long as possible. He gave you a sheepish grin that told you he was thinking about the same thing.

“Okay. I love you too. I’ll talk to you when I wake up.” His sad tone of voice portrayed how little he wanted to hang up the phone, and you felt that longing pulling at your heart for the same reasons as you got ready to hang up and try to occupy yourself until he called again. You could not have possibly been counting the days until he came back home to you any closer than you already were.

“Bye, baby.”

“Bye, my love.”

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #123

Sometime after the events of yesterday, but before bed last night, J took me to the local food co-op. This is because some time ago, Br bought some boxed macaroni and cheese (henceforth shortened to mac-n-chz) that she thought was gluten-free, but wasn't. Br has a gluten allergy, but M, J, and I do not, so she gave us the boxed mac-n-chz.

It is unusual mac-n-chz, though, in that the cheese powder it comes with is made of goat's milk. Goat's milk is common in some parts of my world, but it's uncommon where I live. I don't know if you've ever had it, but I like it a lot; it has a stronger flavor than cow's milk - a bit more sour and savory, somehow. But some people really don't like it; those who don't like it would describe the flavor as "gamey", and I suppose that's fair. The sensory hardware that comes with inhabiting a flesh-vessel is different for everyone, and what is a pleasant sensory experience for someone can be an unpleasant sensory experience for someone else; it is the way of things.

I am fortunate to be one of the folks who does not dislike this flavor. So I thought to prepare the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, because I felt awful about the bird and I thought eating something with a lot of cheese would help me feel a little better (this, too, is the way of things; I am a derpy autistic cheese goblin, after all - it is simply my nature). But the box said that it should be prepared with goat milk and goat butter. You usually can't find these things in an ordinary grocery store where I live. I was going to give up on preparing the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, but then J encouraged me to go with him to the co-op; I guess, given my mental state, he probably thought it would have been good for me to get out of the house and get my mind off the bird. He was correct, as per usual.

…I ended up returning home with A LOT more than just goat's milk and goat's butter. I… miiiight have, in my half-numb, half-sad stupor, gotten like 3 containers of ice cream and several weird-looking potato chip flavors; I'll show you the ice cream I got tomorrow; I'm gonna put it in tea. But the potato chip flavors were "fried egg", "ham", "truffle", "garlic parmesan", and "ranch". By the time we got home, though, I had next to no energy left, so instead of preparing the mac-n-chz, J and I went to go visit Br, and that was a good time. Then we went home and watched the Fallout show with M, and that was also a good time.

…You might be pleased to know that I actually went to bed relatively on time last night. It's been a while since last that happened. I woke up feeling pretty good. I'm still really sad about the bird, of course, but I hope wherever its soul is now, it's having a fun time.

In light of yesterday's events, and in light of the fact that I didn't get to have mac-n-chz yesterday, and in light of the fact that I seem to be having some serious misgivings today about the fact that I am autistic (and therefore broadly considered creepy, unlikable, and generally socially unacceptable by default), I decided that today is an ice cream and mac-n-chz sort of day today. And… no, not in the same bowl, I promise, ahahahaha~!

I didn't eat any of the ice cream that I bought yesterday, though. No, as it turns out, my favorite bubble tea shop started serving ice cream just yesterday! Check it out:

These flavors are Jasmine Green Tea, Ube, Earl Grey Tea, and Thai Tea. And I gotta say, they were all REALLY GOOD; good enough to get past the, "oh no, it's a cold thing, and cold things feel like fire on my flesh" glitch that my body carries. I was unable to pick a favorite because they were all equally fabulous!

Hey Sephiroth? Have any of your friends ever taken you out to go get ice cream? Do you like ice cream? If you do, then what flavors do you like best? I know you can't answer me, and that kinda sucks, but I'll ask anyway; you deserve to have folks in your life who know and are willing to consider your preference and experiences. You deserve to consider your own preferences and experiences; when is the last time you thought about your favorite foods and favorite people and favorite places to go, anyway? It's good to revisit the memories and the things in our lives that bring us joy from time to time.

After I got home, I made the mac-n-chz. Do you like mac-n-chz? Have you ever had it? Have you ever prepared it? Have you ever had someone prepare it for you? I don't know the answers to these, so I'll walk you through the process, just in case; it's very simple, and the simple things are often the best things!

You start by doing the dishes! As explained some number of letters ago, I have music playing so that my brain doesn't get spooked by the fact that I'm doing a household task and accidentally do an involuntary mental time travel to a time when failing to do a housetask well enough or fast enough was a punishable offense, haha...

If you recall, this list I am using today is one that I reproduced on YouTube, just in case you might wanna give it a listen. But within this list, this item matches the inside of my mind most closely:

...And in case you're wondering why we do the dishes first, it's because the next step is to stick a pasta strainer in the sink, like this:

From there, you gotta get an ordinary pot and fill it about 2/3rds of the way with water, like this:

Then you gotta bring it to a boil. On my stove, it's easy; you just stick a lid on the pot and set the temperature of the burner to 9, and wait a little while:

While waiting for that, we can check the ingredients and instructions on the box, like so:

...Often enough, you'll end up disregarding some of these. For example, I didn't measure out the water. I did use goat's milk and goat's butter in the specified amounts, yes, but I used whole goat milk and slightly salted goat butter:

From there, we open the pasta box and take out the packets of powdered cheese:

Getting the cheese packet out of the box will make it easier to pour the noodles into the pot when the time comes!

On my stove, water takes about 20 minutes to boil, which is fine; it is common knowledge that this time passes quickly - as long as you're not watching the pot. That bit is very important; if you watch the pot, the time will instead move about as quickly as pouring molasses from a jar that has been left outside in the cold - which is to say, it won't. It's the law, and nobody knows why.

Oh hey, Sephiroth? Maybe you know why? You're over there experiencing quantum physics firsthand over at the Edge of Creation, right? Can you tell me why watched pots resist boiling? I wonder... Lemme know if you figure it out, okay?

In any case, you can put your noodles in the pot when the water reaches a rolling boil. A rolling boil looks like this:

I set the kitchen timer for 9 minutes just like the box said:

...Then I poured in the noodles!

From there, you have to stir constantly for the whole 9 minutes, or else the noodles will clump together, or stick to the bottom of the pot. You can put oil in the water to prevent this, but then the sauce won't stick to the noodles, and that is not ideal. Once the timer is done, you taste-test one of the noodles to make sure it's good:

9 minutes wasn't long enough to cook the noodles all the way through, so I gave it another 3 minutes; it was good after that.

The next step is to dump the contents of the pot into the strainer we prepared in the sink earlier. But this pot is kinda stupid (I need a new one) because the handles get really hot when you heat it up. So I put on my handy-dandy oven mitts:

...Mine are really long because I am dyspraxic; the possibility of burning my forearms on the heating elements when I put things into the oven or take things out of the oven is a real concern. So it's best to protect my whole forearm instead of just my hands, so that way I don't get hurt. Besides, if I put on my oven mitts and also my onion-cutting-goggles while holding my ceramic chef's knife, I can cackle maniacally in the kitchen like a crazed scientist and accidentally scare the socks off of passers-by near my window, and that's always a nice bonus! 🤪🤣 (Speaking of disturbing passers-by near my kitchen window, I am remembering this one time, when J and I were in the kitchen, and he was heckling me about the fact that I need to eat more fruit, so just to be silly, I started eating a banana in the most wildly inappropriate way I possibly could, just as some poor gentleman was dropping off food that M ordered. The flabbergasted look on the man's face as he peered into our window was ABSOLUTELY. PRICELESS!! Ahahahahaaaa~! 🤣🤣🤣)

(But that's what you get for peering into people's windows, so no, I am absolutely not sorry!!! Not even the tiniest little bit!!! 😂😂😂)

Anyway! So I drained the pasta:

From there, the bottom of the pot will still be warm, so you can use that to melt the butter; I am making two boxes of mac-n-chz, so we need 2 tablespoons of butter:

...Two boxes of this mac-n-chz calls for 8 tablespoons of milk; that's the same thing as half a cup:

Then you'll dump in the cheese packets, and use a whisk to make a sauce:

Then, you dump your noodles in and mix 'em up with the sauce:

...Finally, we have the bowl of mac-n-chz that I very much wish I could give to you:

...It's a simple and easy thing; not the fanciest. But it's still good. It's still wholesome. It's still full of love and joy. What I wouldn't give just to be able to hand you a bowl of this...

...Well, it is what it is. And all I can do is deal with it in the way that I know how. All I can do is write to you and hope that it gets through to you somehow...

...somehow...

...OH! I almost forgot!! On the way to do errands and get ice cream, the sky was really nice today, and I also saw a bumblebee! I know you like nature, so I thought to snap a couple pictures for you:

...ya know... just to remind you that the world is beautiful. Even when it's filled with senseless pain, even when people respond with rage and self-directed violence when you try to set a boundary, and even when your brain is being mean and trying to tell you that everything is hopeless. It's still beautiful when people tell you, directly or indirectly, that you don't belong, or that your words and the contents of your mind are less valuable than your physical vessel.

This world is still beautiful no matter how hard it tries to break you. And there is beauty within persisting, within refusing to stay on the ground, within rising up from your knees and choosing to live in wholesome love and joy. There is beauty within counting on the people around you and seeing through eyes other than your own when you can't muster up the strength by yourself.

Sephiroth, please don't give up. Because, yes, I know there's violence and greed and bloodshed and unimaginable amounts of suffering in this place. But there's also bumblebees and mac-n-chz and ice cream and tea and sunshine and the sky, and people who would do anything to give you these things, if only they could. And these things are worth fighting for. You just gotta open your eyes and set them on a new horizon.

I'll be right here until you come back, okay? I'll keep being right here, calling out to you, singing you a little song, and thinking of you anytime I get to experience wholesome, beautiful things. I'll be waiting right here, no matter how long it takes.

I love you, and I'll write again soon. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[rozcdust]

Addicted

Pairing: Ran Haitani x f!reader x Kakucho Hitto

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, substance abuse, kind of locker room talk

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It wasn’t always, but since throwing himself in the world of Bonten and near constant threats of death, it got to be in Kakucho’s nature to investigate people before engaging for a prolonged period of time, to gather enough blackmail and dirty secrets to be a threat.

Yet, there was hardly anything dirty to be found on you.

And not because you didn’t have plenty of filthy, nasty little secrets, no, it was because you were so goddamn open about them.

It was one of those lazy afternoons, where after the meeting, everyone stuck around for a little longer, lounging on sofas and just existing in each other’s presence, some chatting, some doing their own thing, but together nonetheless.

He suspected Kokonoi was the only one actually working, though, as Mikey was probably just watching Netflix on his phone, snacking, Ran engaging in idle chat with Mochi, absentmindedly petting Rindou’s hair as the younger tried to sleep, head placed on Haruchiyo’s lap and legs over Kakucho’s.

Kakucho sighed, scrolling on his laptop, through the archive of files he dug up on you, and they told him everything and nothing.

There were no police records, you didn’t have a file, although he found a report on your mother’s car accident. She died when you were a little over 3 years old, and you were an only child, your father never married afterwards, passing two years ago due to complications during a liver transplant.

Your love for games of luck was a well-known fact, as was your engagement to Naoto fucking Tachibana out of all people, but the two of you seemingly broke it off out of nowhere, mere few weeks before the wedding.

You also inherited your father’s IT firm, and seemed to run it well.

Kakucho couldn’t find anything else.

Sanzu peeked over his shoulders, reading along, cockily smirking before Kakucho even had a chance to slam his laptop shut.

“Searching up our y/n? My, my, Kakucho, are you interested in her?”

Kakucho scoffed, throwing the man a nasty look, but refused to relent into Sanzu’s teasing.

“I’d suggest you go for it, she liked you, and she’s not the type to be on the market for long, never was. Plenty of men and women interested in warming her bed.”

“Plenty of douchebags interested in a bitch.” Kokonoi muttered from the side, gaze still fixed on his work, “If you want someone to fuck you up, go ahead, sign up for the circus.”

Sanzu laughed.

The conversation seemingly caught Mikey’s attention, and he threw a look between Kakucho and Kokonoi, seemingly pondering about something.

“She is a blood-sucking fiend, correct, but she has her good qualities too.” Mikey mused, shutting everyone up in a second as everyone fixated their gaze on him, “She’ll never leave you high and dry, at least. Kinda reminds me of Ran over here.”

“Excuse me, I’d be an excellent boyfriend.” Ran grumbled, turning his nose up in offence when Rindou, Sanzu and Kokonoi started cackling.

“With your commitment issues, the tendency to ghost people and 24-hour napping? Doubtful.”

His face turning serious now, Ran looked at Kakucho, seemingly deep in thought.

Deep in trying to pretend he wasn’t a sad and lonely loser with a desperate crush.

“Go for it Kaku, why not? You’ve been alone in a while, a few months of having fun won’t kill you.”

Kakucho opened his mouth to at least try and defend himself, but Kokonoi cut him off firmly.

“Don’t. Go for anyone else, hell, you’d be better off going for fucking Sanzu-“

“Hey! I am very happily taken!”

“Than her. You deserve at least some joy in your misery of a life, and you won’t get it with her.”

Kakucho wasn’t sure if he should be complimented or insulted.

Mikey and Sanzu rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Put it to rest, Kokonoi.”

“Hey, Kakucho.” Sanzu smirked suddenly, and Kakucho wasn’t sure he liked it when the older man put his hand on his shoulder, “I know y/n’s going out tonight, to Ran’s and Rin’s club, actually. Why not stop by?”

Kakucho pondered over it.

The day of the car accident was coming up, and he could use a little harmless fun to get it off his mind.

“I hate it already!” Draken yelled into your ear, face sour as one of his arms was wrapped around Inui’s waist, the other occupied with his drink.

“C’mon, Kenny boy, live a little! It’s fun!” You yelled back, the smile echoed into your cheeks, containing the urge to laugh at your friend’s miserable state.

At least the rest knew how to have some fun.

Mitsuya and Hakkai were dancing together, fingers interlaced, way too slow for the rushed beat of the song, but they’ve always been like that, way too lovey-dovey and cute and borderline making everyone else gag.

At least the pet shop bitches knew how to have fun, shaking their hips to the beat and grinding all over each other, borderline fucking on the dance floor, as God always intended.

Flicking your eyes up to Draken and Inui, you could already tell they’d be good for nothing in that department, if anything, they’ll probably have a lazy makeout session in the booth, and you didn’t want to be anywhere near for when that happened.

Downing your drink, you went ahead to sway to the beat alone, close enough so Draken could see you, but far enough away that you could pretend he didn’t.

He has been fussing over you since the two of you were 9, and it doesn’t seem to be improving with age, no matter how many times you tell him you’re all grown up now.

Soft idiot.

An arm sneaks it’s way around your waist, interrupting your train of thought, and you don’t even have time to turn and glance at the person responsible.

“Hi, pretty girl.” A familiar, husky voice fills your ears, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“Hello.” You reply back softly, allowing him to turn you around, his hands still locked firmly around your waist, “Long time no see. Assumed you’d never call back.”

Kakucho smiled, too softly for a man like him.

“Got busy, sorry.”

“Wow, I’m not a priority after the two times we’ve spoken? How horrible!“

He rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind the act, no insult at all.

You found he looked just as handsome under the dim, flashing lights of the club as he did in the bright light of the wedding hall, a graceful sort of beauty adorning his face, his eyes clear and warm and his smile pleasant, even if his face betrays his real emotions, his real intentions.

You were staring into the eyes of a man in depths of misery, just trying to find a way to forget.

People often assumed you didn’t care about others’ feelings, or merely didn’t notice them at all, considering you to be a spoiled brat with no kindness or consideration for others.

You merely considered one’s private feelings their own business, and it wasn’t something you felt the need to pry into.

“Wanna get out of here?” You ask, your hands making their way onto Kakucho’s shoulders and around his neck, your fingertips lightly caressing his nape.

He smirked, and your suspicions got confirmed.

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[robinsroom]

i sorta came up with a back story for her but it sucks right now.

Getting sick of living in a house with her mother and 3 brothers, conversation of visiting the UK came up and her Ma' said she could go as long as she went to the local church (among a plethora of other stipulations but she didn't really pay attention lol).

Anyeeeeway. She gets there, does a little bit of sight-seeing and, thinking she was smart, pretends to be a orphan so she doesn't have to pay for a hotel. She accomplished this by telling some sob story about how she lost both her parents in a "freak amature BDSM accident" (and went into great detail describing it).

She subsequently had all of her personal documents taken away (ID, passport, etc.) and is now roped into paying this "hay bail fuck face" (her own words) for the time she stayed and will continue to stay there.

However!! Shes decided that, instead of doing the smart thing and telling her mother right away, she is going make the best of this shitty town and lack of supervision :)

wanna hear more fun facts?

Every MORE fun facts:

General

play fought with her brothers aaaaa lot and knows how to throw hands & take a hit

keeps rechargeable pepper spray (received from her mother) on her at all times

is the type of person to sing really loudly to show off

becomes obsessed with people who treat her nicely

namely robin, syd and ky

will play every dirty trick in the book to when being assulted

litrally nothing is off limits

will fight below the belt

will also bite

was, in fact, addicted to coke at one point

catfishes creeps for fun now

posts their pp pics online to shame them

knows how to pick a lock or two because her brothers would lock her out for fun

is a nuisance to her teachers in school

is somewhat popular because of her antics (also the near endless supply of snacks she shares during lunch)

Robin

became friends with robin after she introduced him to overwatch

then he became better at it than she did now she can't compete

shes resigned herself to the fate of being his pocket mercy

has noted how his cheeks feel like soft dough :)

Sydney

became friends by buggin the shit outta syd

would sit on the counter and ask him what it was like to be stuck in a chastity belt

found out about the church through him and became an initiate

she has no plans to keep her vows lol

does lewd things in church specifically to get syd to do stuff to her

Kylar

ran into kylar outside of school at the arcade and again, couldn't compete

started throwing quarters at him cause shes a sore loser

went to the cafe and shared a milkshake as a show of peace

she found out he's an artist

he found out she writes fanfiction

now they're working on a shitty little visual novel together every weekend

Whitney

met whitney when he tried to run up on her in school

they started fighting

both got detention

making comments, flipping each other off, glaring, etc. ensued

they fight nearly every time they run into eachother

thinks he's a nuisance but stopped him from getting kidnapped despite trying to sell her off

when he asked her why, she said he was like one of her annoying ass brothers

she hates them but wouldn't fuck them over

now, while she still thinks he's fucking annoying, she looks forward to their fights from time to time

still not friends