#i do not currently intend to take this further

[wyrdwisewoman]

This person blocked me after I responded, so let me respond here.

Their comment (& no I am not blocking out their name):

My reaponse:

From your reply I can tell that you did not understand my post so it's difficult to respond to you because you went off on a tangent that I did not go that being said I will address a few points that you brought up.

You are talking about race being fluid. I never declared that. We are literally having two different conversations. People who claim that their race is fluid are people who try to claim that they can change their race in this current incarnation in this current reality in their current bodies and that is impossible. That is not what I am talking about.

Shifting is shifting your spirit from this plane of reality, this Dimension, to another. Your spirit is the only thing that moves. Not your DNA. Not your blood ancestors in this Dimension and reality. Your spirit. Seems like you are a bit confused as to what shifting is or perhaps you're talking about a different type of Shifting or something else entirely- again you started talking about something from the get-go that I wasn't talking about so it's a little hard to follow your comment.

Now on to the major thing that I had the biggest problem with about your response.

Your experience is not the rule. Your messages from your deities do not apply to everyone. They were meant for you and therefore only apply to you. Saying "well, my deities told me XYZ, so you're wrong" is the same thing as someone saying, "Well, the Bible says this, so you're wrong." Your practice, your religion, your spirituality is just that- yours. When it comes to divination or receiving messages from the spirit or from deities or whatever you want to call it, those messages are meant for the person receiving them they are given in a way that the person receiving them can understand.

This is a big point of contention and today's spiritual Community because a lot of people make a lot of money off claiming that they can give people messages from the other side from deities or from Spirits and they can't.

This is a shortcut to spirituality- getting somebody else to do the "heavy lifting" for you, when in reality everyone is capable of connecting to the spirit because the spirit is our true form. It just takes work to unlearn all of the things that Society has taught us that push us further away from that connection.

So, what you end up with is people who put themselves in positions of "Authority" by claiming that they have received messages from deity or from Spirits or from something on the other side and then they use those claims and messages that they've received and that they've interpreted througg their own capacity and biases to then try to push those ideals or things that they have learned on to others as some sort of law for everyone. Or even worse, they interpret messages and then they give them to somebody as "for them". In truth what you find is a lot of times whenever you get psychic readings from other people or tarot card readings or divination readings from other people, a lot of times those things are not going to feel like they fit for you and that's because they're not meant for you; they're meant for the person actually receiving the message. Or in some cases it is a message that's meant for the person that's asking for it however a divinator is a filter they interpret those messages through their own biases and their own mental capability of understanding the information that they're given therefore when they pass that message along it might not be the true message that's intended for the person it's receiving it it might be filtered through those capabilities and biases. This is why I personally for me I avoid getting any sort of divination messages from anyone else or at the very least I use the rule of:

If it feels right, it is right.

You have to use your own discretion. What feels right to you is right for you. That does not mean that it's right and Universal for everyone in every experience.

When your immediate response to somebody else is "well my deities or my Spirit guides told me XYZ and therefore you're wrong." You are attempting to place rules and constraints based on your experience and biases on somebody else's spiritual experiences and that puts you in the wrong immediately. Immediately whatever point that you were trying to make is negated, you have lost all credibility. It is also extremely misleading and confusing for people who are new to the spiritual path and journey. And it's also extremely toxic.

I hope that going forward you reflect on this and take it to heart before you unknowingly do damage to somebody else's spiritual journey and your own.

Now, that soapbox is over. Let me get to the next point.

Just because this is your first life doesn't mean that others haven't been around for much longer in many forms. What you don't get to do is tell somebody that their experience is not reality.

Past Lives are very much a reality. Many people have experienced them. There is extensive research and evidence over them, in the scientific community, psychology, and even government agencies from around the world. It also shows up in many theologies from around the world. This is a fact. Not an opinion. That being said, you can choose to not believe a fact but that doesn't make you right. I think we can all safely say that this is true after all it's something that we see everyday in the media, and why fact checking is so important for ALL information that we take in.

This brings me to my final point, which circles back to my original point in my original post that got lost through your tangent reply-

Knowing that reincarnation and past lives is a fact, with evidence supported in the scientific and spiritual communities, and knowing how old humanity is- not to mention those who have had lives on other planets- If you think everyone is only reborn as 1 race, you are very mistaken.

Therefore, whenever you are shifting realities, IE (just so we're on the same page) when you are moving your spirit and your Consciousness to another plane of existence another parallel universe where a different physical body and history of that physical body resides, it can be in any shape or form.

This is because the Multiverse and quantum theory states that all realities are existing at the same time. All realities. Not just all realities where you look and genetically are descended from the same ancestral line but all realities.

This is supported once again by the scientific community and also by the spiritual community.

It is a fact.

Now that being said, just because it is a universal fact doesn't mean that you personally have experienced it and that it applies to you. That is your own personal experience and only you know that.

But again what you don't get to do is tell other people that they're experiences are invalid because you don't like them or because you don't believe them or because your Spirit guides or your deities told you so.

That just makes you icky. A self-righteous. And a bit egotistical to think that you're have all the answers to the universe.

Ick.

People who say that nationality, race, gender, sexual orientation, or anything else cannot or should not be changed whenever somebody shifts is not ready to talk about past lives and how you have literally been everything and anything and anyone.

I remember being male. I remember being a gay male, a straight male with a wife and kids. I have been women from all parts of the globe.

And so have you.

The thing is, we are incapable of understanding the full scope of reality. We're just barely scratching the surface. The same can be said about our understanding of time. We know now that time is not linear - that all time: past, present, and future exists simultaneously. Therefore, all of those people who you have been in a past life, you currently are still them.

The only divisions among us are those that are created by social constructs. And police by us or members of society that choose to believe in them and uphold them, that's it. Does it make them true. In fact in most cases social constructs are proven to be completely false prime example of that is the idea of genders versus sexes. One is biological dictated by chromosomes, mutations, and genetic variations of hormones and many other things we are just understanding- and the other is a social construct.

We are all the same, you, me, and everyone else. We're all the same consciousness. All of your experiences past, present, and future are currently going on at the same time- for all time. Just as everyone else's is. Reality is this:

There are no barriers. No limitations. No rules.

Follow your heart. Do what feels right, because it is.

[sturnsafterdark]

An Unlikely Friendship - dealer!chris x girlnextdoor!reader

read the introduction and other parts of his series here

Amongst other attributes he had noticed from quietly observing you, Chris quickly learned that the girl next door was nothing if not persistent.

It started with the vase of flowers you left him after you had first met. While he was not quick to entertain the thought of a friendship with the girl, he was raised to be a gentleman after all. So after a week, when the flowers she had carefully gathered for him finally began to wilt; he went and bought a bouquet from a local florist and left them on her front doorstep. He thought that would be the end of it.

Two days after he left the vase of flowers at her door, the girl had left him a plate of chocolate chip cookies with a note thanking him for the beautiful flowers and her vase. A few days later, she left him a tray of brownies, a note telling him to sweeten up a bit. Then, it was a little cactus in a pink clay pot, with a note that said she thought it paired with his prickly personality. Never in his life had he seen someone go to such a great effort to get to know someone, so on a night where a party he was supposed to deal at was cancelled, he gathered the courage to face you.

A knock at your door pulled your focus away from the book you were currently reading, a soft sigh leaves your lips as you dogear the page and rise from the cozy comfort your couch provides. Opening the door you shiver at the rush of cool air, as your eyes take in the sight in front of you. Your neighbor, in his trademark all black outfit including black timbs and a backwards black fitted hat. His face was mostly relaxed but there was a bit of irritation you could see clearly in his gaze.

"Hi neighbor, I wondered how long it would take for you to finally stop by," you smile, pulling your cardigan around your frame a little tighter. The cool night air of early fall was surprisingly crisp and chilled you quickly.

"What's with all the gifts?" He quickly asks, wanting to cut to the chase.

He expected you to be irritated with his bluntness, most people in his life found it annoying, but to his surprise you just smiled a little wider.

"Well, you look so grumpy all the time, I thought you could use some kindness," you explain softly.

This just irritates Chris further. Why does she give a damn? He wonders to himself.

"And why do you care?" He asked cynically.

"I dont know," you answer honestly, "you look like you could use a friend, and I could use one too" the last part comes out more yearningly than you intend it to, breaking your confidence a bit as your gaze turns to the ground, suddenly finding interest in your doormat under your gloomy neighbor's feet.

He breathes out of his nose in a bit of a huff as he takes you in. You're there in your pjs, some pink frilly thing covered by your large white cardigan you have pulled around yourself to fight against the cool night air. Your hair is once again swept up into a high, this time into a messy bun, curls popping out here and there, your baby hairs a bit wild. Cute, he thinks to himself. You seem honest, and hopeful. Everything about you is effortlessly endearing to him. He hates it, but he also doesn't want it to stop. Looking past you he can see a bit of your homey living room, pops of pink scattered about in your choice of throw pillows and blanket, and a small brown cat sitting on the back of your couch, eyeballing his wearily. He almost smiles. Almost.

"I'll have to warn you, I'm not good at the whole 'friends' thing," he mutters, feeling resigned. He really doesn't have the energy to push you away, despite knowing he really should.

"I'll be good enough at it for the both of us?" you suggest, it coming out as a shy question.

"Really, you could find better company to keep," he sighs jadedly. He knew as the girl got to know him, she'd just be disappointed. That's what always tends to happen. The only people who want his company anymore are people who want what he sells.

"Y'know, if were going to be friends now, I need to know your name. Calling you neighbor is getting old," you tease him, not liking the sad, forlorn look overtaking his face.

"I'm Chris, since you're insistent on this whole friendship deal," he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I'm-" you begin to introduce yourself, before he interrupts you.

"I know your name from your notes, sweetheart, you're not an easy one to forget" he says, voice taking on a playful, flirty tone.

You find yourself feeling warm all over from the term of endearment that slipped so easily from his lips, feeling satisfaction at the fact he had taken time to read the notes you had left, and he had remembered.

"I ordered dinner, but the place I ordered from messed up and doubled my order. There's no way I can finish it all, would you like to have dinner with me?" you ask.

Chris pauses for a minute. Normally, he'd quickly refuse such an offer. He's recluse and keeps to himself now, partly by choice and partly because it keeps him safe when he works. But looking at you, gazing up at him with warm brown eyes and a hopeful expression, he doesn't have the heart to disappoint you.

"Y'know," he begins with a small smile, "I guess I could eat," he agrees.

You let out a giddy sound of joy as you stand aside to let him in. A comfortable quiet falls over the two of you as you dig in to the takeout, interrupted here and there by small talk. You find yourself giggling as you watch Chris try and fail to pet your cat, Cocoa, who just hisses and runs to your side. After a while, you both finish and he helps you clean up.

"Well, since you shared dinner with me, its only fair that I return the favor," he begins as he stands by your door, getting ready to leave.

"Oh, you dont have to-" you begin to politely tell him, before he interrupts.

"No really, I insist. Are you free tomorrow night?" He asks, his gaze a bit hopeful.

"Yeah, I'm free after I get off work at 3pm"

"Okay, I'll come get you at 6, wear something nice, like a dress," his voice is velvety and kind.

"Okay, I'll see you then," you smile at him, eyes twinkling a bit with joy.

"See you then, sweetheart," and with that he steps out your door making his way back to his place.

hope you guys like this! its a bit of a filler chapter, the next part will be more eventful :)

[foolsdiamond]

karkat and dave are doing line-reading of romeo and juliet. dave wants to use it as an opportunity to be gay, but karkat takes the plot too seriously

[catboybiologist]

half baked morning rant

I do want to make it clear that the reason I talk about HRT and its biological effects so much is not because HRT or medicalization defines your gender.

Its because, for me personally, the interface of my biology education and my transition was mostly centered around figuring out what sex hormones do. I learned about basic biology principles like DNA organization, gene regulation, cell biology, and physiology in high school and undergrad. Taking that understanding and extending it to the mechanisms that hormones use to change gene regulation, and by extension, the rest of your body broadly, was something I did as my understanding became more complete in later undergrad and grad school. It was the key to me starting my own transition.

Why?

Because it was the first time I realized that the "basic biology" arguments of transphobes were complete and utter bullshit. From that point, it was a cascade. As in, wait, if dynamic changes in gene expression aren't considered "biological" to them, then why am I believing anything they say about anything else? When they talk about gametes, and try to include infertile cis people in their definitions of biological sex by talking about what gamete you're "intended" to make, what do they even mean? Why does my current gene expression not define that "intent"? And wait, back up, why is the brain suddenly not considered part of our biology? Why are neurological differences suddenly not "biological"? Why can we say someone's thinking patterns aren't "biological"?

Backing up even further, why does any of this matter more than psychological gender, or sociological gender? If the way we navigate society is gendered, that affects a lot of our lives, and we're just throwing that away?

Basically, being educated about how deep the biological changes of HRT really go was the first domino to fall when I worked through my internalized transphobia.

This is one of many reasons why I hate, hate HATE the concession that uninformed allies and even many trans people themselves give: "well NO ONE is saying that you can change your biological sex, sex and gender are completely unrelated, sex is binary and gender isn't!!!!!"

Well. I am saying that you can change your "biological" sex, I am saying that biological sex isn't binary, and I am saying that misunderstanding of those points has set back transgender advocacy. It makes medical decisions surrounding us less informed, it poisons conversations about how we interact with society, and it makes trans people feel like their gender and sex are less "real" than cis people's.

Not to mention the horrific way it discards intersex people from the conversation entirely.

Recently, I've seen this point enter the mainstream a little, by using intersex people and variation of sex in other species as a "counterargument" to "binary biological sex" thinking. It still doesn't sit right with me. One, because it uses intersex people as a prop for trans advocacy while not actually addressing the needs of either group. And two, because it completely disregards that your current biology and physiology is not 100% predestined from birth, and using people who were "born this way" as a prop does absolutely nothing to increase people's acceptance of trans people who change their biology later in life.

Ugh. This got away from me but yeah. That's my sipping coffee ramble for this morning. If anyone wants to add comment or correct me on discourse here, please do. Especially if you're intersex- this is all the observations of a perisex trans woman.

[deathssubstitute]

Ichigo could feel his heart pick up that much more. He didn't want Grimmjow to call him anything else really. He just knew he would probably always be incredibly reactive to his words. To anything Grimmjow would call him. "N--no, mine is okay. I just---" He would focus caramel brown hues off to the side. "You know, I guess I'll always be a little reactive to anything you call me. My body and heart really always take a hit whenever you talk to me and remind me that I'm yours or your mine." His heart would always pound and warmth would always travel throughout his veins whether he liked it or not. "Yeah your my asshole and I'm your sassy ginger right? You always like it when I get all sarcastic on you." He would grin in return.

"I mean--I dunno, you just have that--vibe to you I guess. Seeing you fight and stuff, being all covered in blood--" It would probably send him into some kind of cardiac arrest if he was being honest. He probably wouldn't even be able to get to the jumping part of things if he wasn't careful. Still he would only peer up at his boyfriend and see that grin that he knew only spelled trouble. "Maybe I would. You would have to test that theory and find out just how down bad for you I really am." Though the answer to that question was incredibly so. To the point it was probably embarrassing as hell and he would probably vanish into nothing if anyone dared to ask him as much.

He figured as much in that regard. Both arrancar seemed to be more grateful to him than anything. He had helped to rid them of Aizen after all. Now they could both rule alongside Grimmjow and help restore Hueco Mundo to a much better state. It would probably always be chaotic there. But with the three of them helming the peace there it wouldn't be so bad, would it? "I keep saying I intend to stop on by to say hi to Nel and I never do. I just get so busy." He sinks down into the water for a moment, frowning to himself. "I hope she knows I still am incredibly grateful to her."

"Maybe." He would be the one to grin deviously now, looking up at his beloved boyfriend. "Maybe I would love to see you destroy something, no holds bar. Be like your little cheerleader off to the side." He would chuckle to himself at the picture he was now painting in his head currently. As if Grimmjow needed anyone to stroke his ego further but still. He was his boyfriend and it seemed only fair that he would find the idea of him destroying stuff to be hot.

"Idiot." He would reply with a chuckle. "I'm always gonna thank you for taking care of me like this. Just consider it a part of my job as your boyfriend." He would find himself wanting to crack a joke at that all clean comment and so he would. "Maybe physically I'm all clean but we all know what I'm really like on the inside, Grimmjow." Absolutely filthy but it was all for Grimmjow. No one else could draw those kinds of reactions out of him. "For sure." He would agree as he stood up carefully, his sore muscles grateful for the soak in the warm bath water as he took the towel from Grimmjow, wrapping it around his waist. "And you should do that in front of me, too. Because if you got to see me naked I should see you naked too right?"

Grimmjow meant it when he said Ichigo was 'his Ichi', he'd started calling the smaller man Ichi some time ago, he couldn't discern when or why. He just felt that it fit his boyfriend. "Callin' ya mine embarrasses ya? What should I call ya then?" He wasn't trying to embarrass Ichigo at all so he wouldn't know some things he said could cause that reaction in his boyfriend. He'd never really thought his body was anything that great but it might be due to being a Hollow, if Ichigo liked it then he had to be at least alright looking. "I'm the asshole that is yer boyfriend, yeah," He'd always be unapologetically himself, he wasn't going to change who he was for any reason. If he changed who he was then he wouldn't be himself, which would likely make Ichigo fall out of love with him, right? He was capable of being nice to an extent but he wasn't a nice person generally. Ichigo knew that and had known it for years before they made it this far.

"Yeah, 's real cute that ya find the idea of me covered head to toe in blood as hot, Ichi." He'd continue to get the blood and Hollow fluids off of Ichigo's skin as he waited to see what the smaller male would say next. Well, that wasn't a wrong assumption, and the Arrancar thought it sounded like a damn good idea to test out, too. "Honestly, the idea of ya jumpin' me is hot as hell. Just gonna tackle me then and there, right?" If Ichigo looked at the taller male quick enough he'd see the devious grin upon his face but if not then his expression would just look normal. The two of them could quickly handle most missions together. Nothing that needed to be dealt with took the pair all that long at all.

He didn't think Ichigo was capable of doing anything to get on Halibel or Nelliel's bad sides in all honesty. Now, he could be wrong but he doubted the other would genuinely try to piss those two off. He wasn't aware of the name of the Captain that Halibel had fought before. They didn't talk about what they all did while working beneath Aizen as his disposable soldiers. "I don't think ya gotta worry about pissin' them off, Nel loves ya, and Hali ain't gonna dislike ya, either." Plus, Halibel wouldn't dislike the king of Hueco Mundo's boyfriend, or the friend of the other queen. If they liked Ichigo and said good things about him, then he was obviously not someone who would try to harm anyone who remained without good reason.

"Well, I'm the livin' embodiment of destruction, destroyin' stuff is kinda what I do." Ichigo really was adding unnecessary fuel to the fire but the Arrancar wasn't going to tell him to stop doing so. He liked hearing the things his boyfriend liked. Sure, he was an asshole, and he destroyed stuff but the ginger liking those aspects of his personality? That was more than a small win in his book. "That yer way of sayin' ya wanna see me go all out when I fight somethin' next so ya can watch me destroy stuff?"

He'd likely look over Ichigo's visible skin to see if there was any blood left on it, he also made sure to double check the orange hair. "I dunno what yer thankin' me for but yer welcome, Ichi." If Ichigo told him that he didn't want to go without his presence then the Arrancar would make a point to stick around more than he had been. He also enjoyed spending time with the ginger. It didn't seem to matter what they did so long as it was together. "'S not spoilin' I'm just takin' care of my boyfriend. Also, ya seem to be all clean now." He'd have no issue with Ichigo touching along his jawline with his wet fingers. It'd cause a small laugh to erupt from the taller man. He'd shake his head before standing up from his kneeling position and grabbing Ichigo a clean towel. "I should probably get my bloody clothes off in here so we can do a load of wash." He'd lean down and let the tub drain all the dirty water after which he'd hold a hand out for Ichigo to take before handing him the towel.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ toying around ~ s. gojo

sum: when a dare you gave your boyfriend ended up biting you in the backside - now you’re a mess and he’s loving it.

pairing: satoru gojo x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. toy play, implied exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected p in v, implied c warming, gojo is a cocky mf, implied multiple rounds, reader gets called sweets/good girl, general swearing.

a/n: i’m back after being away for a bit - enjoy some toy play/kink with our favourite white-haired sorcerer. originally wrote with another character but it's time to shake it up. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,304

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist

rubbing your legs together, you chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to relieve some of the pressure you felt within your core as the knot in your gut tightened slowly with each passing second.

unfortunately, the more you pressed your legs together, the more the pressure and pleasure increased. why did you have to be a smart mouth and give a dare to your boyfriend? you were sure he wouldn't take you up on it, mainly due to him not wanting to draw attention to you both, but to your dismay, he did. glancing up, you took in the mass of snow-white hair before letting a small whimper pass your swollen lips.

placing your head down on the table, you let out another soft moan, only to be met with a chuckle as blue eyes took in your current state. "you know i’ll only turn it up if you keep acting like that, (y/n)". the obvious glee in his voice made you growl, mentally debating whether you should punch him for being so cocky.

after a few moments, a small gasp slipped past your lips as you lost your train of thought to your soon-to-be impending doom. "h-ah, fuck, t-toru, please, this isn't f-fair". you whined out a little more than you intended at the pleasure you felt building as you lifted your head, the smirk on his lips adding fuel to your fire despite wanting to now connect your hand with his head - in a slap of hate or a grip of lust, you didn’t know which at this point any more.

you were going to make him pay for this next time, even if it killed you.

"well, you shouldn't have dared me to do this, then you wouldn't be in this situation now would you, sweets?”. satoru leaned his head on his hand as he looked you over, a small smirk appearing at the blush spreading across your face before he clicked another button on the remote he held under the table. his smirk widened at your reaction as you lifted your head and let it fall back, sucking in a breath as you tried to steady the pounding in your chest.

a few seconds later, a moan louder than you intended passed your lips as you let your head drop back down, causing people passing you both to look, raising their brows in questioning. “oh my, you're such a naughty girl aren't you, (y/n)?". his eyes racked over your somewhat dishevelled state as you bit your lip in an attempt to stifle the moan you could feel clawing at your throat.

you’d be damned if you gave him the satisfaction again, but it was so hard not to give in. after a few more agonisingly slow moments, satoru decided you'd had enough torment for the day. lifting his hand, he motioned for you to sit beside him, your body moving slowly, you manoeuvred around the round booth seat until you sat directly beside him. “as much as i like to tease and torture you with our little toys for a little while longer, i think you've endured enough for now".

his words were soothing as he lowered his hand, fingers caressing your thigh, drawing patterns for a moment before slipping under your skirt and into your underwear. taking a moment to press your clit, you sucked in a breath as you felt skilled fingers rub circles. the same fingers that were toying with you moved further down your wet pussy, slipping past the small ring of resistance with ease before reaching deep inside, savouring the feeling of your slightly pulsating walls, pulling out the soaked love egg vibrator much to his amusement.

a small moan of relief and loss sounded from you as you shuffled a little more, the fire deep within you never ceasing as your walls tried to clench around something that wasn’t there anymore. "t-toru, it's still too m-much for me”.

your soft whimpers lulled him slightly as you closed your eyes, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm the raging urge to jump him. you had been so close to that beautiful high that would have you seeing stars but it was cruelly ripped away.

soft fingers brushed against your neck while moving some of your hair, your eyes opening as you tilted your head slightly looking over your boyfriend. you were distracted and he took that as the perfect opportunity to drag a moan of both surprise and pleasure from you, before muffling any further sounds that dared to come out. the oh-so-familiar feeling of being stretched by long fingers made your eyes roll slightly, fluttering shut as the feeling of your end began building again.

amid your distraction, satoru had managed to slip two long fingers into your slick cunt, stretching your walls to the shape of his fingers as he began moving at a slow and almost painful pace. sure it wasn't the pace you had hoped for from him but to feel a part of him inside you, instead of the toy, was fair play.

pulling back from you slightly, hot breath ghosting against your lips, satoru tilted your chin and smiled softly. "you know, maybe we should take advantage of being in this booth. after all, you handled my little toy extremely well, sweets and i think we both know you’d much rather have something else inside you. something that you can really grip onto and lose your mind over".

scanning your eyes over his, you pulled his lip between your teeth and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair at the base of his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp slightly. now it was your turn to enjoy the quiet moans from deep in his throat before he played his hands on your hips, nails pressing into your skin. you didn’t know if you were trying to beg or demand with the way you were moving, but either way, he was right and you were impatient as fuck. hands guided your body to sit on his lap, facing away from him as you felt the welcome stretch of his cock pushing into your pussy, covering your mouth as you muffled the moan that slipped out.

“f-fuck, that’s it, my fucking sweet girl~”. tender kisses were peppered on your neck as you felt his hips begin to lift, pressing the head of his cock further into you, your insides moulding once again to the shape of him as you clenched around him, your body not wanting to let him slip out so easily this time around, unlike the egg vibrator from earlier that now rested in his pocket.

“~let’s see how many times i can make you come before our food arrives. if you’re quiet and good, i’ll make sure to rip those sweet sounds from your throat later on tonight when i have you pinned beneath me in bed”.

his words hit you as you let your head fall down, clenching around him once again as you moved your hips slowly, making sure to not draw too much attention to the fact you were being stretched open in pure bliss for anyone to see.

of course, you were a good girl for him, legs trembling as you came undone on his cock, your slick dripping over his lap and your thighs and you panted into your hand, eyes closing as you felt him pat your thigh.

and of course, he was true to his word, having you come undone once again, this time beneath him as he ripped sweet moan after sweet moan for your throat as he filled you up until he had nothing but blanks left to give you as he pulled you into every possible position he could.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[mommyslittlebird]

I found this in my drafts and I don't think I ever posted it, so here's some Professor Wanda thought for you all this evening:

“It’s 11:50, sweet girl. You need to go or you’ll miss class.”

You whined from your position under Wanda’s desk, reluctantly removing your lips from the silicone toy you were pleasuring. You knew better than to start pouting or whining about how desperately she wanted to stay in her office. Wanda was likely to put you out for that whether you went to class or not. 

You instead opted for a proposition. “If I promise to sit nice and pretty on your cock while I call you ‘mommy’ and ‘professor’, will you consider letting me stay?” You crawled up Wanda’s legs, carefully avoiding knocking your head on the desk. You straddled her thighs, resting on the woman’s knees so you could look her in the eyes. The toy still stood tall, peaking out the unbuttoned trousers Wanda had come to work in. 

Wanda’s face remained stoic and unmoved, but you noticed the unmistakable way her pupils grew in arousal. You decided to push your luck a little further, bending forward to rest her head on her shoulder. “I promise I’ll be good.”

Wanda moved her back so she could look in her eyes again. “Dr. Potts is going to be terribly upset with me if you keep missing her business class,” she said seriously. 

“It’s not Dr. Potts. Her class was full so I had to take it with Stark,” you said. 

“Oh.” Wanda’s voice had a hint of disgust. “In that case you may continue. I’ll write you an excused absence.”

You leaned forward again, moving to kiss the olive skin that peaked above Wanda’s collared blouse, but she caught your shoulder. She pointed back to the spot under her desk. “Down.”

“Yes, mommy” you responded, gracefully slipping back on to her knees under the desk. You kissed the tip of the toy before sliding it into your mouth once again. Wanda paid you little mind, leaning back over her desk to continue writing her emails. 

A few moments later, Wanda thrust her hips forward unexpectedly, sending you backward, gagging from the sudden motion. You jerked back so hard you hit your head on the desk. 

“Oh?” Wanda looked down at you with a teasing smirk. “Still don’t know how to take a proper woman’s cock, do we?” Wanda was clearly toying with you. The sudden jerk had done exactly what she’d intended it to do. 

You crawled toward her on your knees, resting your head against the inside of the woman’s thigh. You knew Wanda’s games well and you were all too willing to play along. You looked up at Wanda, feigning your best expression of innocence. “I suppose you’ll have to teach me, professor.”

“It appears I have little choice,” she teased, guiding you back into position. “Just open your mouth nice and wide for me and I’ll hold your hair.” She buried her hand in your hair, pulling you back to her cock. She started to bob your head, forcing you to take a little more length with each movement. “There you go, sweet girl, breathe through your nose. You’re doing wonderfully. Keep going just like that. I’m going to start moving my hips now, okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically. With that, Wanda started to thrust. She kept her hand in your hair, holding you firmly in place. Spit covered the shaft of the toy as your mouth fell open further. You gagged and sputtered as the tip of the toy passed through the back of your throat. Wanda pressed your head firmly against her groin, nose buried in the small patch of hair that was visible over the strap. “That’s it, little love. Oh, you’re doing so well.” 

You could tell by the lack of a faint glow that the strap was not currently enchanted, though you knew from prior experience that it could be. Still, you wondered if you could make Wanda cum from this alone. The woman above you appeared to be in ecstasy, and by the staggered way her hips were starting to move, she appeared to be nearing the edge. Perhaps between watching you take her down to hilt, eyes still gleaming sweetly into hers, and the sounds of your gagging, she truly had gotten that aroused. 

She let go of your hair, nearly as breathless as you were. You continued lazily bobbing your head along the tip of the toy. Wanda reached down to caress your bulging cheek, prodding the bulge of the toy with her thumb. “You are perfect, darling. I’m so proud of you.”

You blushed, finally pulling away to hide your face in Wanda’s thigh. She ran her fingers soothingly through your hair. She rolled her chair back slightly, tapping her lap in silent permission for you to sit on it. You obeyed, straddling her lap again. You tucked your legs in the space between the seat of the chair and the backrest, pressing your entire body against Wanda’s torso. You wrapped yourself around her like a koala bear, resting your head against her shoulder. You whined, grinding up against the toy that still stood between Wanda’s legs. “Please?” You pulled back to look her in the face. 

“Aww,” Wanda cooed and pouted inauthentically. Her hands gently rubbed circles at the small of your back. She rubbed your thigh with her other hand, slowly easing up your shirt. “I’ve just got a little bit more work to do and then I’m all yours. Do you think you can be a good girl and keep my cock nice and warm for me while I finish up?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yes mommy.” You had made a promise, after all. Your legs trembled as you pushed your panties to the side, slowly lowering yourself onto the toy. “Mommy…” you breathed. While taking the toy all the way wasn’t any sort of extreme feat, the decent size was going to prove to be rather difficult to handle for any more than 5 minutes. 

Wanda adjusted your position into one that kept your feet off the ground, leaving you helpless to do anything but keep your full body weight on her lap. When you whimpered she gently shushed you, stroking the back of your hair. “Shh. That’s a good girl. Now keep still while I finish up my work.” She guided your head so it was buried in her neck. “And no peeking. This isn’t stuff little girls should be looking at.”

Wanda kept her eyes and hands on her computer, focused on the work at hand. To your credit, you were impressively still for the first 10 minutes. But as the ache inside of you grew, you grew more restless, groaning and shifting around in Wanda’s lap. “Mommy?” You finally whined. 

“Yes, darling?” Wanda responded nonchalantly. 

“It hurts…” you complained, unsuccessfully shifting around to try and relieve the pressure in her stomach. 

“I’m almost done, my little love,” she said, pulling you out of her neck to face her. “Do you think you could hold it for just a little longer? I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You bit her lip. You couldn’t help the determination that flared up inside of you at the promise. If Wanda said it’d be a good time, you believed her. And you’d been so desperate for the woman all day. You nodded hesitantly, burying your face back into her neck. 

By the time you heard the laptop closed, you were already quietly crying into the woman’s neck. Wanda had noticed you’d started crying 5 minutes ago when she felt a wetness grow across the collar of her shirt, but she paid it no mind. You would tell if you needed to stop, but until you did, she had no intention of stopping. 

When your teary eyes met her own, she cooed with false surprise. “Aww baby, where does it hurt?” Your bottom lip quivered as you pointed to your lower stomach. Wanda sadistically pressed down on your belly, causing you to shudder and gasp. “You’ve done so good warming my cock up for me. Surely you deserve a reward?” You nodded. Wanda leaned forward and whispered into your ear. “Winner’s pick.”

You gulped, pupils blown so wide there was nearly no color left. Wanda helped you up off the strap and up onto the now empty desk. “Anything I want?” You asked.

Wanda nodded before adding. “Within reason, of course.” 

You thought for a moment before landing on what you wanted. You didn’t typically like to be the one making the decisions, that’s why you and Wanda worked so well together. But when it was framed as a reward for your good behavior, you were shameless in requesting “I want your tongue first, but then I want to be over the desk. Make me yours. Please.”

Before you even finished the last word, one of your legs was already over Wanda’s shoulder, skirt hiked up to avoid it getting in the way. She wasted no time devouring your aching clit, causing your eyes to roll back as your hands searched for something to brace herself on. You settled for one hand on the back of the desk while the other found Wanda’s brown hair. Months of office fucking had made you a master of being quiet, but you so wished to scream Wanda’s name so loud every student and staff member in the building would know what was happening. You settled instead for whispered “mommy”s and “Wanda”s and the occasional “professor”. Your heels dug into the nice tailor blazer your professor had worn to work that morning. You came in record time, with less than 5 minutes before Wanda’s talented tongue was moving to clean you up. Before pulling away, Wanda left an array of deep bites on your inner thighs, the instructions “make me yours” not going ignored. 

Wanda wiped her mouth on a handkerchief from her chest pocket. She looked down at the white cloth, making sure she wasn’t smearing her lipstick across her face. She turned her head upward, coming face to face with desperate eyes that still sat on the desk above her. “Please…” you whispered, still aching for more. There was a moment of stillness and silence as the handkerchief fell from her thin fingers. You were pinned face down against the desk before the white cloth even hit the floor.

Professor Wanda Collection

[seonghwaddict]

23:46 — song mingi

in which your best friend is a little hard to wake up.

roommate!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. friends to lovers. fluff. timestamp. warnings. lots of kisses. wc. 1k. rating. pg-13.

lilo's notes. hiii here's a cute little mingi fic because i love him so much :3

listening to. you're mine, you!, chet baker

masterlist.

a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you walk into the living room, finding your roommate fast asleep on the couch. mingi snored softly, sprawled out with his black playstation controler dangling from his hand for dear life.

you just wanted to grab a snack from the kitchen, but instead you made a detour to crouch beside the couch and take the controler from his hand as gently as you could. not that taking it from him forcefully would’ve made any difference; he could sleep through a category five hurricane. once you set the controller on the small coffee table, you reached for the glasses that squished against his nose.

he didn’t stir as you nudged his shoulder gently. at first you felt bad about having to wake him, but the distinct memories of him whining about his shoulder hurting after sleeping on the couch flashed through your mind.

“mingi…” you whispered softly, nudging him again, “mingi, wake up.”

after the third nudge he muttered something, though you could quite tell what. with your hand resting on his should as he pushed his face further into the pillow beneath his head, you sighed and moved to get up. but before you could register it, a hand wrapped around your write and pulled you down on the couch, legs tangling with yours and his other hand keeping you close by the small of your back.

you held your breath as he began moving you, practically trapping you beneath his large body as he drags himself halfway on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. his short, washed-out pink hair tickled your cheek as he lifted his head to look at you. you would’ve laughed at the tired expression of his face, all pouting lips and squinting eyes.

“i tried to wake you.” your voice came out a lot higher than you intended, not realising you almost felt flustered at your current position.

his eyes fluttered shut again and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, making you tense for a moment before relaxing. his voice gravelly in his newly awake state, he spoke against the soft skin of your neck, “why”

“you always complain about your neck hurting when you sleep on the couch, i was trying to get you to move and sleep in your bed but you wouldn’t wake up.”

your answer has him humming understandingly, nuzzling his face further into your neck. your best friend was usually quite affectionate, however, this felt different from the more common cuddles during movie nights or occasional hand holding. you chalked it up to him not being fully awake, mind still hazy from his nap. at least until you felt the first of his kisses along your neck. they were so soft they were easy to miss, yet still the unmistakable brush of his lips that you sometimes found yourself wanting to feel against yours.

still, you didn’t protest, tentatively moving one of your hands up to brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. this only encouraged him, another hum vibrating against your skin. a soft sigh slipped passed your lips as his large hand moved to the small of your back to your waist, thumb carressing you through your flimsy white tanktop. with his body pressed against yours and his lips kissing anywhere he could reach comfortably, you relaxed, letting yourself lean your head back against the plush sofa.

“mingi,” you finally pulled yourself together to ask, “what are you doing?”

“just… just holding you,” he muttered against you. his kisses were tender and didn’t hold any sense of urgency, lazy presses against your pulse. “you feel nice, you smell nice, and you’re so warm. let me just hold you for a bit, please?”

it almost sounded like he was pleading when he asked you to let him do so and you found it hard to say no. in general, you found it hard to say no to anything he asked. so, you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper and making him lift his head to look down at you. moments turned into seconds which turned into minutes as your surroundings blurred and all you could think of was the tender look in his eyes as he leaned forward. he paused, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop, but at the sight of the slightest of nods he couldn’t hold himself back from brushing his lips against yours. his hand on your waist tightened for a second as he pulled away, holding himself up with his other hand, forearm supporting him as his face hovered above yours.

he took in the sight of you beneath him, gaze flickering all over your face as he tried to memorise the sparkling look of your round eyes and your tiny puffs of air. there’s a smile tugging at his plush lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your cheeks warm even more. and when he spoke, his voice was no longer rough with sleep, but a gentle whisper only for you to hear.

“please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

you almost laughed at the endearing question but opted to smile instead, your hands cupping his cheeks. “no, this isn’t dream.”

“good,” he spoke through a sigh, sounding oh so content, “you’re just so pretty.”

a comfortable silence washed over you as he lowered himself to press another kiss against your lips. this time he let himself stay longer, he found the taste of your lips addicting, getting lost in the way they feel against his tongue as he swiped it along your bottom lip. when you parted for air, he rested his forehead against yous, breath mingling. the rest of the night was spent through lazy kisses and loving words that left you confused at the relationship you shared with him. but before you could ask about it, you had both fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms on the couch you had tried so hard to get him off of.

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Affectionate- M. Sturniolo

pairing: TouchStarved!Reader x Affectionate!Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request, thank you @sugrhigh for helping me figure this out luv u shnookums

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing

summary: head cannons of Matt being affectionate with his touch starved girlfriend!

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☆SFW

Affection and PDA isn’t something that comes naturally to you. When you and Matt first started dating, you would keep your distance, but eventually you grew used to it.

☆ When you and Matt first started dating you struggled with any and every form of physical intimacy.

☆ You’re mindlessly flicking through clothes racks at the mall. “Opinions?” Matt asks, holding a shirt in front of your face and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

☆ Subconsciously, you shrug his arm off your shoulder. “That’s cute! I like that,” you reply, scooting further away from Matt.

☆ “Okay, weirdo,” he laughs, but deep down it hurt every time you shied away from him. He tried not to look too into it, but it seemed like you were always avoiding his touch.

☆ “I’ll be back, babe. I’m gonna take Chris to the store,” Matt informs you as he throws his wallet and phone into his pocket.

☆ “Okay, have fun,” you reply simply. Matt stands in front of you fully expecting a quick kiss or even a hug, but you return to your previous activity.

☆ He leaves feeling sad, but still doesn’t bring it up.

☆ It goes on like this for a while, and Matt tries his best to see past it.

☆ You’re currently at an influencer event. The venue is crowded, loud, and overstimulating, forcing you to remain at Matt’s side for the entire night.

☆ He introduces you to a few of his friends, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n.” His arms wrap around your waist, immediately causing your body to stiffen.

☆ “Hi,” you say meekly. Matt pulls you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder and peppering your face with kisses.

☆ When you keep leaning away from him, he stops and lets go of you completely. It bothers him enough for him to bring it up once you’re home.

☆ “Y/n, can we talk?” he asks, leaning on the restroom doorframe as you wash your face. You hum in response.

☆ Matt takes a deep breath, preparing to ask the question he’s been dreading the answer to. “Are you embarrassed of me?“

☆ It catches you off guard, “What? No! Why would you even ask that?”

☆ He rolls his eyes, “Because you never let me hug or kiss you.” No response from you, you don’t even know what to say.

☆ The conversation starts innocently but quickly becomes an argument. Matt keeps pushing the subject no matter how hard you try to avoid it, asking you questions you don’t know how to answer.

☆ “it’s not my fault you’re clingy!” you exclaim, throwing exasperated hands in the air. Matt nods his head slowly as his lips form a tight lipped smile.

☆ He doesn’t say anything else, instead leaving to your shared bedroom before he says something he’ll regret.

☆ You immediately wish you could take the words back. “Matt?” your voice is quiet as you enter the room, slowly crawling over to his figure on the bed.

☆ His back is to you. You snake an arm around his waist and apologize for everything you said.

☆ “Do you actually think I’m clingy?” he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. I struggle with the whole PDA thing, but I’m gonna try and work through it okay?”

☆ From that moment forward, you’re much more conscious of your actions.

☆ Matt will hug you, kiss you, or hold your hand in public and you no longer pull away.

☆ Instead you’re pulling him in for a longer kiss than he intended. And eventually you’re the one who initiates the PDA.

☆ You and Matt are sat on a picnic blanket, watching as the sun begins to set. “My back hurts,” he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his spot.

☆ You mindlessly scoot closer to him, pulling his body in until it’s resting against your chest.

☆ He gives you a surprised look, “Literally who are you and WHAT did you do to my girlfriend?”

☆ “Shush,” you chuckle, placing soft kisses all over his face.

☆ Other times, you’ll just seek his touch when you’re alone.

☆ “What’s taking so long?” you ask. Matt’s been stirring the pasta for what seems like forever.

☆ “It’s almost done, you goof,” he laughs. You groan, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist.

☆ “You smell good,” you murmur, earning a dopey smile from him.

☆ NSFW

The lack of affection can be attributed to a lot of things, and Matt knows that, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Sometimes, he can only think of one way to teach you a lesson.

☆ “What the fuck was that?” Matt grits, referring to the scene you caused in front of his friends. All he wanted to do was kiss you, but you dodged the kiss so aggressively that it was embarrassing.

☆ “Here we go again,” you say. “I’m not doing this right now, Matt,” you turn on your heels, ready to escape the conversation.

☆ “You are doing this right now actually.” He grabs you by your elbow, pulling you into him abruptly.

☆ “You think it’s cute to embarrass me in front of my friends like that?” his voice is low, his breath fanning against your neck with each word. You’re slightly intimidated, but mostly aroused.

☆ He holds a firm grip on your neck, bringing you in for a hungry kiss.

☆ Before you know it, he’s fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror. “Look at how fucked out I have you,” he growls, “remember this next time you wanna act stupid.”

☆ Other times, he’s just so extremely touch starved.

☆ Matt trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, kisses that you’re trying to avoid.

☆ “I’m busy, Matt,” you whisper, but with each kiss your breath becomes choppier.

☆ “But I need you,” he whines, pressing his erection into your lower back.

☆ “Later,” you try and reason, but he’s not listening.

☆ That’s what leads to you riding him on the couch until he’s so overstimulated his eyes tear up.

☆ “I can’t—,” he whimpers. “You can,” your voice is firm. “You begged for this, baby. Don’t you remember?”

☆ He clenches his eyes shut, fists bawled at his side. His teeth bite so deep into his lip that he draws blood, orgasming for the 5th time.

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A/n: you stumped me with this rec anon lolol had to pull out the reinforcements ( @sugrhigh )

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Tease

Steve Harrington x Reader

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: SMUT AHEAD! No use of Y/N. Pet names used. Reader has a vagina. Teasing. Oral (male receiving). Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 1.6K

His body is flushed and sweaty, chest heaving with every breath, sprawled out across the bed, boxers still on, hands cuffed above his head and securely attached to the headboard.

You chance a glance up to see his eyes screwed shut, face twisted in pleasure, pressed into his arm, teeth grazing his bicep to keep another whimper at bay while you're practically torturing him. You pause your current ministrations to truly look at him, cheeks and ears tinged pink along with his soft pouty lips, tousled brown locks sticking to his forehead.

You smirk at the mess you’ve made of him, blooms of maroon and dark purples along his neck and collar bones. There are faint teeth marks at the juncture of his throat where it meets his shoulder. A thin sheen of sweat mats down the hair across his chest, while his skin is glistening in the low light.

Beautiful. Your sweet, angelic boyfriend that lets you corrupt him like this.

He takes a shuddering breath, picking his head up, letting his gaze fall down to you when he realizes you’ve stopped. His honey hued irises a mere ring surrounding the inky black pupils blown wide with lust but the look on his face is soft, filled with a pure adoration.

His brow furrows slightly, lips parting, about to say something but you speak up.

“So pretty, Stevie.” You smile, lazy and saccharine. “Such a good boy for me.”

You watch the heat go to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, turning the pink to a slight shade of red at the praise as he lets out a small moan, closing his eyes as his head falls back against the pillow. For someone like Steve, who never seemed to get embarrassed you could easily fluster him with just a few simple words. Only you got to see him like this, the vulnerable side that let you take the lead and let him forget about the rest of the world.

You lean back down and mouth hot against cock, only the thin fabric separating you, already soaked through with your saliva and his precum as he almost growls, a deep rumble emanating from the back of his throat as his hips thrust up, searching for more. He's already so hard it’s starting to ache. You’ve been going at it for the last half hour and know he’s close to begging for relief at this point.

“Goddamnit baby.” He hisses through gritted teeth, bucking up again when your teeth lightly nip at him.

You hum, lips working over him still, before pulling back once more. “Do you think you've been good enough to cum for me Stevie?”

“God yes, please. Yes.” He whimpers out as your fingertips hook into his waistband, eyes meeting yours with a frenzied plea.

“Please… what baby?” You ask, voice dripping with sugar, taking the opportunity to tease him a little further.

“Please… let me cum…” He breathes out ragged and on edge, futilely pulling at the cuffs while you slowly pull his underwear down his legs as his cock is finally set free of its confinement. You hear the faintest moan as he melts back into the mattress.

The boxers are thrown somewhere across the room to join the rest of his clothing, but your eyes never leave him. His thick cock is resting toward his stomach, the tip an angry shade of red and leaking, making a mess of his happy trail. Leaning over, you plant a kiss to his hip as it kicks up, a thin thread of sticky spend right below his navel connecting back to his head.

“Honey… I… I can’t take all the teasing tonight. Please!” He begs and something in his voice lets you know he was telling the truth. He was too wound up.

“Shhh baby.” You coo. “Just relax. I've got you.”

Flattening your tongue, you carve a path up his hip bone, then across his stomach. His muscles tighten beneath you as he groans and writhes, still not reaching its intended target just yet, drawing it out a little more just to hear his breathy pleading.

“F—fuuuuuck honey…” He moans, as you grin, tongue flicking across his slippery tip.

“Mmmm… taste so good, Stevie.”

“Goddamn… yes.” He hisses, voice strained, as you wrap your hand around him, thumb swirling at his sensitive head catching and smearing his spend, spitting on his length to give you more to work with.

Schlick sounds fill the room along with his moans as your hand continues to work him up and down, up and down at a mere leisurely pace, giving him just enough to keep him satisfied but not enough to give him the relief he so desperately craves.

He whines as you pull your hand away and just for a moment, he thinks you're going to prolong his torture.

“Mouth or pussy?” You ask, another moan falling from his lips before he answers, voice hoarse and ragged, filled with need.

“P—pussy. Pussy! God, I need t’feel you.”

It was a silly question, really. You knew the answer before uttering it. He would rather cum in you, than waste it on a blowjob.

You start to clamber back up his body and situate yourself on his lap, trapping his cock between his stomach and your soaked folds.

It takes all of his will power not to drive his hips up into yours, letting you have control, as you line him up to your entrance. He watches you slowly sink down onto his throbbing cock. It was always a stretch, but you took him so well.

His eyes dart between your face and where the two of you were connected, as your own head falls back, hands splayed across his chest as you continued the slow, torturous task of taking him in, inch by inch, feeling every vein and ridge on the descent.

His face holds a mixture of both pain and pleasure, parted lips releasing a chorus of moans and whines as you spear yourself on his length.

“Mmmm… so big!” You cry out, eyes rolling back as his tip nudges your cervix letting you know you couldn't possibly take anymore, pausing briefly to catch your breath and ready yourself.

“That's it baby, takin’ me so fuckin' good.” He praises with a lopsided grin, making your pussy flutter around him with need, eliciting a hiss from him. “Fuck, m’not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“S'okay baby.” You breathe out as your hips start to move. “All about you tonight.”

He starts to protest, but he can already feel himself on the edge of a losing battle, nodding and closing his eyes.

You lean back, placing your hands behind you gripping his knees for leverage as you start to bounce. He can't help himself from thrusting in time to meet you, as you both set a steady rhythm.

He's hanging on by a thread, each time he disappears inside you, his lower stomach clenches a little more, his balls tightening up with his impending release.

“F—fuck honey, jus— just like that.” He rushes out, eyes fixed on your naked form, as his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt.

“Cum for me baby!” You cry out, and that's all it takes to push him over.

He thrusts once, twice, three times before he's spilling hot and heavy inside you, giving you every last drop that he has with a deep grunt. He stills his hips to let you ride him through it, his chest heaving from the exertion.

“Baby… baby…” He whimpers, still twitching inside you, your greedy pussy wanting more, slowing your hips to a lazy roll as you drape yourself back over him.

“Mmmm. Bet that felt so good.” Your lips find his neck, trailing up his jaw. He's practically boneless beneath you, still trying to catch his breath as your hips grind to a halt.

He hums in response, thoroughly spent, a shiver running through him. His eyes flutter open to see you staring back at him with hearts in your eyes before leaning over him to retrieve the key from the nightstand to unlock him.

The cuffs slip away with a small audible click, his arms falling to either side of his head as you begin to ease up from his lap, tossing the cuffs back into the drawer but he stops you by throwing his arms around your waist holding you firmly to him.

“Mmph, no. No.” He murmurs, pulling you chest to chest, feeling his cock stir once more. “Don't go.”

In one fluid motion, he grips your hip and maneuvers you onto your back, head hitting the pillow before you had time to process what was happening.

“Oh.” You giggle. “Not done yet?”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, hips pushing lazily back into yours when he becomes rigid once again, his cum leaking out from around his thick cock.

Whatever words you had die on your tongue, as all thoughts are pushed from your mind with each slow and steady roll of his hips.

He kisses up your neck, just under your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“It’s your turn, pretty girl. Gonna fill this pussy over and over again.” He kisses your cheek sweetly as if he didn't just let those filthy words escape, before his next thrust takes your breath away. “Hang on angel, we’ve got all night.”

[hiraethwa]

kageyama tobio isn’t normally so possessive. impatient. 

but tonight especially he feels his control fray rapidly, like a spark of fire consuming everything in its path, blazing through his sanity. 

he nurses a drink by the corner of the room, gaze pinned on you and the man you are talking to in hopes of securing his investment for your project. “be nice,” you had told him, bringing him as your date to this fancy gala event for your work. of course he is immensely proud of you, who had climbed the ranks rapidly to become one of the youngest associate directors in the history of your company. 

though unfortunately, that also means dealing with men who are used to getting their way and fending off their shameless advances despite the gold band that sits securely around your ring finger.

if the man who is currently flirting with you unsuccessfully is the fire to his senses, then you are the flint that sets off the sparks that quickly razes it to the ground. he really shouldn’t have let you leave the house like that—bejeweled heels gracing your feet, further emphasizing your commanding stature that draped in satin fabric. fuck.

tobio slides his gaze over to the man, only to find him already looking at him with a smile. oh, i see how it is. 

he feels his eye twitch at the audacity of men as he makes his way over to you, his instinct to mark his territory taking over any shred of reasoning that was left. 

“hey,” tobio greets you, hand moving to rest on the curve of your hips without thinking. 

you nail him with a look that he loosely translates to ‘don’t forget what i told you’. he sighs internally before turning to the man you were talking to, offering his hand in introduction. “kageyama tobio, nice to meet you.”

a strange sensation floods his mind temporarily, before tobio identifies it as envy. not envy over him flirting with you—he has learnt how to ignore men’s attempts of advances on you, like you had learnt how to brush them off and turn the conversation in another direction. 

tobio blinks at the man, realizing just how pretty he is.

“excuse us for a moment.” you smile sweetly at the man before pulling him away from the event hall. 

you take a few turns into an alcove hidden from prying eyes, that sharp gaze of yours making his blood boil just a few degrees higher. 

so commanding and alluring, and you’re his.

he pays your surprise no mind, backing you up against the upholstered wall and dropping his head in the crook of your head, breathing your addicting scent in. 

“tobio, w–” your breath hitches, confidence stuttering for a quick second as you feel his lips on your neck, trailing kisses down the length of it before returning to the base, latching on the spot he knows so well and sucking. “what are you d–doing?”

“marking my territory, what do you think?” he retorts, hand roaming up from his strong grip on your waists. traveling up, up, fingers ghosting over the underside of your breasts before continuing on their journey. 

you wait, breath abated, as his hand—fuck, those hands that make you lose your mind from how well they know your body, your weak spots—just grazes over your nipples, separated by the satin fabric that you chose, knowing full well it would drive your husband insane, your own choices now coming back to bite you in the ass.

a whimper leaves your lips, lips that he intends to leave swollen by the time you step back into the hall, at the lack of attention, when he would normally torture you with pleasure, rolling the pink buds between his skillful fingers. 

his hand comes to a rest cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip, and your lips fall open instinctively. you gasp at the possessiveness in his eyes, as he experimentally gives the hair gathered into an updo at the back of your head a light tug, testing the waters. 

tobio’s own heart betrays him, accelerating at the sight of you being so pliant before him. he thinks he surprises even himself, when his own lips part involuntarily, the word falling from them, “suck.” 

he slips two fingers into your mouth, rationale really leaving him this time, as you obey him without hesitation, your soft tongue lapping at the pads of his fingers before applying pressure to do as you are told. 

“f–fuck. look at you, being so obedient.”

tobio bunches the smooth satin fabric around your waist with his free hand, “hold it up for me, like the good girl you are, hm?” you nod, unable to speak with your mouth occupied by his fingers, obliging his request with shaky hands.

he withdraws his fingers from you with a soft pop!, digits trailing south towards where you need him the most. he nudges your squeezed thighs apart with his knee, you trying to resist ever so slightly before giving in to his desires with a heated look from him. 

his thumb pulls the fabric of your panties out of his way, fingers immediately feeling the wetness that has pooled there. he teases your folds lightly, ghosting over your clit, leaving you breathless and begging for more with your doe eyes. 

“what is it?” tobio leans in towards you, his lips so close and almost on yours. you whine, chasing his lips but he is quicker, moving away before you can catch him. 

“t–tobio, please.” he nods in encouragement, fingers slipping through your hair again, tugging you open for him to slot his lips over yours, enveloping those sinful lips in a needy kiss. 

he smiles into the kiss, as he feels more than hears the vibrations of your moan resounding through him when he plunges two fingers into you at the same time. 

gods, tobio doesn’t think he would ever feel like he got enough of this, of you falling apart before him, heavy and messy kisses exchanged between you, as he desperately tries to get more of you, lips tender and swollen as he presses on, showing his heavy need for you through his kisses, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. he never does.

his fingers move on their own accord, pressing lightly against your spot before withdrawing fully, and returning to your warmth which envelops him fully, flooding his senses. 

tobio gathers your moans into his mouth, dampening the sounds that overflow into the dark hallway just in case of any passersby, frowning slightly at the thought of strangers hearing the muted whimpers that are only for his ears. 

he pours that possessiveness into his ministrations, fingers rubbing relentlessly against your sweet spot, as you break away from his lips for air. your mouth falls open into a silent broken moan, eyes rolling backwards, seeing heavens itself, as you come apart on his fingers. 

this. tobio admires the sight of you falling apart for him. this is for his eyes only. 

you whine at the loss of his fingers sheathed deep in you as he leaves you empty, unfilled, adjusting your panties back in place.

“later, that is, if you are being good,” tobio reminds you as he licks his fingers clean, his pocketsquare being put to use as he wipes off the slick on your thighs gently before moving on to his own hands. he stuffs the ruined fabric into the pocket of his pants.

you blush, head falling against his chest to hide your embarrassment, tender silence wrapping around you as both of you attempt to gather your wits. 

“ready?” tobio noses the curve of your ear once your breathing pattern returns to normal. you take his extended hand, letting him pull you along back to duty, checking your hair in the reflection of a mirror as you pass by. 

your mind wanders to the man that prompted your husband’s sudden possessiveness just as you arrive at the doors. “you know, the man i was talking to? i was actually fending him off from you.”

tags. @daisy-room @bakery-anon @hatsukeii tobio nation. @hiraethwa @shouyuus @yogurtkags @mcdonaldsnumberone a/n. ohhhh i had so much fun with this, lightly edited <3 (yes i did lose my last shred of sanity)

[cumplanecrash]

Just over 500 words of the deaged!SQQ concept that stole my soul yesterday while i was trying to work. Not quite feeling the vocal tic(s) here but I didn't wanna write baby talk. I'm thinking Binghe is about 16 15here, and Shizun has been made about 4.

✨ ETA: fic continues in my Shizun Babies AU tag ✨

Honestly, Shen Qingqiu had been thinking immediately before everything went to shit, My disciples know what they're doing; they don't need me.

And then the demon in question flung a spell with a frankly alarming amount of qi powering it at Luo Binghe, and of course Shen Qingqiu was the closest person to be able to help deflect, sticky thing that his Binghe was, and really, he'd intended to throw up a shield as soon as he got into position, but the spell was moving so much more quickly than anything else the demon had done so far, and, and, and --

Shen Qingqiu hit the ground. He felt Luo Binghe immediately leap over his position and sling two sword glares in the same movement, not a Qing Jing form but damn impressive. At least two more disciples took position surrounding where Shen Qingqiu was incapacitated -- covered in a blanket, maybe? He thought Ming Fan was the one breaking formation to get in close, based on the wordless yell and rapid footsteps, as all his disciples on this trip redoubled their efforts to take the creature down, hurling vincentives that Shen Qingqiu is sure he's never heard anyone utter since he died, cough cough. Shen Qingqiu knew his disciples would need guidance, the demon was apparently far more powerful than they'd given it credit for, but first he needed to see what the damage was, and if he would be in the way.

His head popped out of its covering triumphantly, just in time to see the demon be bisected vertically by a sword glare from the group next to him -- Binghe or Yingying, based on the warm tone -- and from behind by Ming Fan's sword.

Ah, well. He had just been thinking what good hands he was in.

"A-Yuan thinks this might be a very good lesson in not letting your guard down around an enemy, even if you think you have their measure," a childish lisp announced from his approximate location. Huh. He'd been trying to say 'this master' but that is not what came out of his mouth. "Also, A-Yuan thinks that spell was a very nasty trick, and is afraid to look down."

From the general direction of down, an open palm smacked him in the rough vicinity of his face.

Shen Qingqiu -- Shen Yuan, he must suppose-- looked down.

The face he saw bore a striking resemblance to the one he had seen in the mirror every day since he'd died, and, he suspected, an even more striking resemblance to the one he currently wore.

"Noisy," complained the Original Goods, because honestly, who the hell else could it be? The child -- if Shen Yuan had to guess, perhaps they were four or five years old, presuming he was just as deaged as the boy in his arms -- was naked except for the Peak Lord appropriate robes they were both loosely draped in, and was burrowing further into Shen Yuan's chest. "Xiao Jiu is trying to sleep."

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[f1fantasys]

Missed You

Summary - basically Y/N and Lando smut 😈

Warnings - smut, phone sex, p in v sex, swearing.

''Hey Lan!'' you smile from ear to ear upon seeing your boyfriend appear on your phone screen.

''Hi baby, I miss you'' he cooed, settling himself into bed and smiling back at you.

He was currently in Belgium for the GP but you had to stay back in Monaco due to work. Yes you called and texted as much as you could, but this trip was turning about to be a difficult one. You both missed each other a lot.

''I miss you too, but just a few more days until I'm back in your arms'' you replied back.

''Yeah baby, few more days. What are you-'' he stopped short and took a deep breath in when he saw what you were wearing while your back was facing the screen.

You were sporting one of his Mclaren t-shirts that had his name and number at the back. He knew exactly which one too, because it had shrunk in the dryer and had become much smaller and shorter, which gave him the hottest view of your black lacy panties beeping through the bottom.

''Fuck Y/N, you can't tease me like that. Your back was still facing him as you were making a coffee. You smiled to yourself, knowing you would get this exact reaction from him.

You turned around, face innocent. ''I don't know what you're talking about.'' You smirked as you took a sip of your drink.

''As if' he cheekily said. ''Might as well give me a show since you started it.'' it sounded like he was begging.

''Hmmm, depends. What do I get in return?'' you asked.

''Well, for starters-'' he flipped his camera around, showing himself cupping his already painfully swollen dick, dripping with pre-cum.

''Yeah okay fine, phone sex it is'' you wasted no time in replying, already feeling the heat pooling between your legs.

''Forget your coffee darling, go to the bedroom.''

''Uh huh'' was all you could form, not able to get the image of his dick out of mind.

You climbed onto your bed and positioned your phone against one of the pillows.

''Lando'' you breathed. Your turn to sound like you're begging.

''Take your panties off, leave the t-shirt on'' he instructed, eyes glued to his screen.

You slid off your panties to reveal your soaking cunt, literally dripping with juices.

''What would you do if I was there? he asked.

You decided to tease him a bit. You looked at him with doe eyes and said ''Play with myself,'' sounding more serious than you intended to.

He raised his eyebrows ''Yeah? Is that really what you'd do?'' he teased.

You couldn't hold in your laugh. ''JK, I'd probably suck you off'' you said as you bought your fingers down and started touching yourself.

''Fuck baby, I want nothing more than to feel your mouth on me. Shit, wish I was there to swallow that all up.'' he almost whispered. ''Scoop it all up and taste it.'' he continued.

You did as you were told, collecting all your juices and bringing your finger up to your mouth, moaning when you tasted yourself.

By now Lando had also positioned himself so you could see all of him. He took his cock back in his hands and started pumping himself.

''That's it. Now play with yourself Y/N'' he instructed further.

You brought your hands back to your throbbing cunt and slid your finger through your folds, pinching at your clit and rubbing tiny circles against it.

You knew your fingers were nothing compared to his, but to watch him in complete awe at watching you touch yourself? That was something you could get used to.

''Wish you were here Lan, need to feel your rough fingers in me'' you said between breathes. The thought of that alone already bringing you closer to the edge.

''Soon baby, but now slide two fingers in, all the way up'' he just about managed to say, also reaching his peak quicker than expected.

You inserted two fingers at once and started pumping them in and out, not struggling at all due to your own lube of juices.

''Oh, fuck, yes'' you moaned, while cupping your boobs with your other hand and pinching your peaked nipples through the thin material of your t-shirt.

''I-I didn't tell you to do that, but fuck me that's hot, Y/N''

You could feel yourself almost tip at the edge as your walls started clenching around your fingers, movements getting sloppier by the second. Your thumb found your clit again and in seconds you came crashing down.

''Lan, oh my god'' you grunted through gritted teeth, easing your fingers down to ride your through your orgasm.

''Look at me'' he instructed again. By now his movements were also being eratic while he bit on his bottom lip. Suddenly you were horny all over again, so your fingers went back to pumping in and out of you, faster than before.

''Go on Lan, fuck'' you muttered.

''Could say the same thing about you. Sitting there playing with yourself, wishing it was my head between your legs. Fuck I'm so hard, you don't know what you're doing to me'' he grunted.

It didn't take long for you to reach your second orgasm, crying out his name at the stimulation but also trying to focus on him and what his hands were doing.

''I'm close. I'm gonna -'' and before he could finish he was painting his stomach white with sheets of cum. That sight alone could have killed you.

Both of you, unable to talk, just breathless, the look of pure bliss on your faces.

When you finally regained some coherent thoughts you wanted, not needed to see something.

''Lan, taste yourself, please'' know you were actually begging, wanting nothing more than to see him do it.

He smirked, ''that dirty little mouth of yours'', before coating his fingers in his splutter and licking them clean, moaning at the taste.

''Fuck Lando I'm wet again'', not even surprised you were. '''Need to feel you in me'' you pouted, as if he would magically appear in front of you, ready to thrust into you.

''Y/N to earth,'' he laughed. ''Get one of your toys'''he demanded.

Quickly, too quickly, you reached under the bed to find your small of of toys. ''Which one?'' you asked him, holding up a dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

''Fuck, both. Start with the vibrator, and stake your top off. Let me see those pretty boobs'' he said, breathless again, cupping himself, again.

You wasted no time in turning it to the highest setting, bringing it down to slide it through your folds, keeping it there for a few minutes while you and Lando exchanged looks, grunts, moans, trying to get each other off again.

When he'd had 'enough' of the vibrator, he told you to switch to the dildo, and making you place your camera to a better view of your hole so he could properly see it pumping in and a out of you.

It was a large one, not as large as Lando's dick, but it would to the job. You slid it in in a single movement, then stayed still for a few seconds to adjust yourself to the size.

As the pleasure started to overtake the pain, you started a steady rhythm, thrusting it in and out of your cunt, eyes glued to watching Lando, mouth agape and fiddling with his balls as he was pumping his cock.

''That's it baby, but go faster, please. I'm not gonna last long watching you like this'' he begged you.

You increased your pace, fucking the dildo into yourself, grunts and moans leaving your mouth as your free hand pinched your nipples again.

'''Lan I can't, I-I-I'm gonna come'' and not 2 seconds later your body was shaking, blissfully fucked out, and your eyes closed and you heart Lando mutter a few 'fucks' while emptying himself out again.

''Fucking love you' he said as you both tried to calm down and get your breathing back to normal.

You smiled at him. ''Love you too, now please come home soon. I need you.''

''Soon baby.'' he said as you both fell into a deep slumber.

Race day was finally here and Lando secured a well-deserved P2. You watched your TV and he grinned like he was a kid who was at Disneyland. He really was the hottest but most adorable boy. He was finally coming home to you tomorrow, and you wanted to get a good nights sleep in because you were sure of it - as soon as he walked through those doors tomorrow - you were going to jump him. Show him how much you missed him.

As you were in a deep sleep you felt something shift next to you in the bed. Your eyes shot open with a fright and were met with the beautiful eyes of your boyfriend.

''Lando!'' you shrieked, sitting up and all but jumping into his arms. Partly forgetting you went to bed naked, so you were surprised when he swore and pulled back faster than you would have liked, and checked you out as he would his dream car.

''Fuck baby, best welcome home surprise ever'' he said, still gaping at your body.

''Well,' you started, 'I wasn't expecting you home so early'' you said, trying to cover yourself with the blanket. But of course he ripped it off of you and threw it on the floor.

He didn't even say anything. He just pushed to back down and hovered above you. Bringing his lips down to meet yours in a fiery kiss that had your toes curling.

''Missed you so much'' he whispered between the kisses as he let his tongue slide into your mouth and explore it.

''Show me how much'' you boldly said.

He quickly shimmied his body down yours and opened your legs, wasting no time in licking a strip up your cunt. You hadn't realized how wet you already were until he started sucking and the noises of your juices in combination with his mouth were somewhat obscene, feeling the graze of his beard scratching at your most sensitive parts.

''Fuck, Lando, please, need more'' you begged him.

''Patience, baby-girl. We have all night'' he smiled as he continues his slaughter.

Lando then quickly thrust two fingers into your cunt at once, giving you no time to react. And by now the noises leaving your mouth were nothing short of filthy.

''So fucking wet for me baby-girl. Were you that desperate for my touch?'' he asked. But you were too blissed out to answer, so you just nodded your head. Abruptly, his movements stopped and you whined.

''Lan, please'' but he stayed still. You opened your eyes to find his, boring into yours. ''Words, Y/N'''he said sternly.

''Fuck Lando. Always desperate for your touch'' you said through breathy moans. You gave him what he wanted to hear because it was true, you were so desperate for him.

In no time your body was trembling under Lando and you couldn't help but release your juices into his mouth, making him moan at the taste and sight of you.

''So delici-'' but before he could finish you cut him off, pushing him off of you and sitting up on your knees.

'''Need to taste you, please'' you all but begged, while he was just shocked at your quick turn around. But who was he to deny you anything.

Lando sat against the headboard as you pulled his boxers down to see his cock standing hard and tall, swollen, begging for attention. You took him in your hand and fondled with it, paying some attention to his balls too.

''Y/N, please. Fuck. Please''

You smirked with innocent eyes. ''Patience, we have all night.''

''You're trouble'' he mumbled before he felt you take the tip of him in your mouth. You swirled you tongue around, tasting his pre-cum, before sucking lightly. This made him jerk forward, involuntarily, almost hurting you in the process.

''Shit Y/N, are you okay?'' he asked, taking your face in his hands, worry evident in his eyes.

''Never better'' you said, pushing him back and continuing with your activities. This time, you took more of him in your mouth. As much as your could. Feeling him throb in your mouth.

Lando's hands found place in your hair, holding it back and also using it a leverage to fuck into your mouth.

In no time you were gagging, tears beginning to sting the corners of your eyes. You could also tell he was getting close because of the way his movements were getting sloppier by the second, and not to mention it sounded like a porno was happening in your room right now. Lando's moans and grunts, your mouth sounding sloppy with spit running down your body.

''Baby, as much as I wanna cum in your mouth, I need to be inside of you, like 5 minutes ago. Please.'' he begged.

You didn't need much convincing, quickly freeing his cock from your mouth and turning your body around, on your all fours.

Lando quickly got up, pumped himself a few times, and lined himself at your entrance.

He slid in with ease , both your moans long and breathless. Finally getting the feeling you've craved intensively for a while now.

He pulled back out and slammed into you again, wasting no time, setting a rough and fast pace. His balls were slapping against your body whenever he re-entered you.

''Fuck, Lando, please, harder, faster'' you begged him.

But Lando was truly in his own world, with one goal in mind - fucking you harder than every before. He hand slapped your ass a few times as once again, the noise of your bodies slamming together, moans and grunts filling the room.

You hoped your neighbors weren't home, sure they could hear what was going on. But within a second you secretly hoped they were, so the could hear how good Lando was making you feel.

Lando pulled your body back now now you were just on your knees, putting all of your weight on Lando. His hands massaged your boobs as he started nibbling at your neck, marking you as his, leaving bruises for sure, all the while fucking into you from behind.

''M'close'' you muttered and with no warning your orgasm came upon you. Legs trembling, barely able to hold yourself up and Land snaked his arms around you.

''I know you have a lot more in you. Taking me so fucking well. That's it, keep going'' he whispered in your ear. To no surprise, you came again, and again. Pussy aching for sure, but also not getting enough of Lando, who was now chasing his own release.

He pulled out and climbed off the bed, flipping you on your back and dragged your body to the edge, now able to pound into you from this new angle, which was reaching all the right places within in die to the force he was using.

''Lan, please, no more'' you begged.

''One more angel, with me, please.'' he panted as he brought his lips down to your in an assuring kiss, before lowering his mouth again and sucking on your nipples, biting at them harshly.

Your hands now playing and pulling at his curls.

Now he was getting frisky and sloppy, at the edge of release, as you felt yourself let go, crying out his name.

''Holy fuck Y/N'' was all he said as he came in your cunt. Sheets of warm splutter, literally filling you to the brink.

Lando's own body threatening to quiver, he pulled out of you, both of you moaning at the loss of contact. But seeing his cum drip out of your pussy bit by bit, he couldn't help but scoop some in his mouth and eventually spit it into your own mouth.

He collapsed onto you, kissing you with no urgency but just a lazy, slow make out session and you pulled him as close as possible, not wanting to let go.

After a while though, the stickiness between you was drying up, so Lando got up to get a warm cloth to wipe you both down before climbing into bed with you and pulling you close. Both exhausted and fucked out to even say anything but ''I love you.''

When you woke the next morning it took you a second to remember why you were aching down there. But then you felt his arm slide around your body and pull you closer, and all the memories came flooding back.

You couldn't help but smile as you turned around to see Lando beaming at you.

''Morning baby'' he said, rather loudly.

''Good morning Lan, but why the fuck are you talking so loudly and why are you smiling like that? you exclaimed.

''Errrr, just happy to have you back in my arms, that's all.'' he said as he pecked your nose.

''Likewise, Lan. I really missed you this time round'' you said, kissing him on the lips, hard.

''Sooooo, shower?'' he asked.

''As much as i want to, I'm so sore Lando. You really did a number on me last night!''

''Just shows you how much of an effect you have on me babe.''

''Yeahhhh, but still. I love you, but go shower by yourself, because I'm not sure I can even walk right now.''

''Then my work here is done.'' he said, climbing out of bed, leaving you scoffing.

He walked to the bathroom, butt-naked, before disappearing in it. You watched in awe. His messy curls. His toned body. His morning scruff. His morning wood, standing hard and tall. Heat already pooling between your legs.

Not 2 seconds later and he popped his head out.

''You coming?'' he asked, quite seriously.

And you couldn't have jumped out of bed faster even if you wanted to.

[wickedapostate]

Veilguard Intended Romance Statistics

While of course nothing is set in stone at the moment, I am very curious about who is intending to romance each of the companions of Veilguard. So I've put together surveys for each covering information about the Rook along with the other main characters of the worldstate they're from, excluding the Orlesian Warden-Commander.

These surveys have been put together exclusively on mobile, so if they have any problems that likely is why. Please do inform me though if there are any critical issues or exclusions.

At some point, at maximum the Veilguard release date, these surveys will be closed and I'll be compiling the information from them and posting it here. This is because I'm currently most interested in the pre-release trends and documenting them, I am certain there will be similar surveys after the game is released.

I am looking for as big a sample size as possible, so please feel free to share this far and wide in any Dragon Age related groups and spaces you may be part of.

Without further ado, the surveys. Please take any you feel are applicable to who you are planning to romance in Veilguard.

Bellara

Davrin

Emmerich Volkarin

Lace Harding

Lucanis Dellamorte

Neve Gallus

Taash

Update: October 30th 2024 is now when these surveys will close!

[avelera]

Thank you for talking about how Viktor wouldn't be mean to Jayce! I do really agree that fandom really tries to boil them down to their basics or preexisting tropes and it really sucks to see people think he'd really insult Jayce or hit him with his cane. Something I started thinking about after I read that post is that so much of the cast are Zaunite and nearly every one of them are sharp-tongued, and so maybe that's why people think Viktor would be mean? But that doesn't really take into account his personality or how he might feel he has to present himself as someone from Zaun living in Piltover.

Yeah the "hitting with the cane" trope definitely feels OOC for him to me. I could maybe see him tapping or hooking Jayce to get his attention but... even then. We rarely see Viktor use his cane or crutch for anything but their intended purpose.

If I may extrapolate out, I find it notable that when he has the cane pre-time skip he leaves it aside when possible, like when standing at the blackboard, and tries to mask his disability. I know for many people with disabilities, they love their aids, and the aids given them freedom of movement and from pain, but I would venture to say that Viktor does not see his crutch or his cane all that favorably.

I think Viktor sees his disability aids as necessary indignities that he'd rather do without if he could. See how quickly he drops his crutch once he tests out being able to run post-experimentation. He probably only goes back and gets it, rather than abandoning it there, because he wants to continue to hide the experiments he's doing.

Combine that with Jayce noting how he saw his leg as a "weakness" and I think there is further evidence that Viktor sees his crutch or cane rather negatively.

Which is a roundabout way of saying, I don't think Viktor would use his crutch or his cane as a hook or a bludgeon against Jayce not only because he's arguably the most pacifistic character in the whole show, but also because I don't think he really likes using it or thinking about it for anything but its intended purpose of assisting his mobility. I think Jayce views Viktor's crutch more favorably than Viktor does, he sees it as a part of Viktor in a positive way, an extension of him.

As for the topic of Zaun, I do agree that I think some fics give Viktor more of a, hmm, "class consciousness" around Zaun than he's shown to have?

For example:

Viktor only ever calls it "the undercity" in S1. Calling it Zaun at all is something that radicals like Silco do, it's even implied that Silco is kind of resurrecting a long-dead name for the area as part of his separatist movement, so it might not even be in wide use beyond Silco's circles, like Viktor may not have even really heard of it as a common term in S1. In addition, if "Zaun" is a politically charged term, I wouldn't be surprised if Viktor would avoid calling it that at all, because he's not a separatist or a radical, he's just from there and he thinks of it as "the undercity". Viktor is not shown as someone from the undercity who really wants to rock the boat in Piltover politically and he's certainly not a separatist, he wants to help the undercity as a disadvantaged community within Piltover.

The only time I think we see Viktor call it "Zaun" is somewhat in the abstract in S2, when he admires Vander's vision for "Zaun as it could have been". To me, it felt like he was discussing Zaun as a distant ideal rather than as the place where he was currently located or a political identity he identified with. He admires that other people who are more political than him had a cohesive vision for something the undercity that Viktor knows could become.

Viktor is actually incredibly apolitical, which is interesting when you consider he was assistant to Heimerdinger, who was head of the Council. He considers Jayce's time as a Councilor a "waste of our time", it never even occurs to him to use that political power to improve lives in the undercity, instead of science. In general Viktor tends to be pretty blind to other discipline besides science when it comes to bettering the world, and is even dismissive of them, which I think is a bit narrow-minded of him to be honest.

Viktor's dismissiveness towards anything that isn't science when it comes to improving lives is certainly a factor in how his and Jayce's relationship becomes strained in S1, he never sees Jayce's work as a Councilor as potentially offering a broader avenue for achieving their goals to help the undercity, not once, which is actually rather baffling and interesting that he has this blindspot (possibly because of my theory that at a certain point in S1, once he knows he's rapidly dying, Viktor is only using "helping the undercity" as a smokescreen to others but mostly himself to cover up his shame for the fact he really just wants to use Hextech to save himself while the undercity has become secondary, but he doesn't want to admit that. That also explains his shame when he sees Sky's notes and realizes he's been trying to save himself to the exclusion of all else, that he's lost sight of his larger goals and dreams.)

Even when Viktor starts the cult in the undercity, it's not a politically motivated enclave, he doesn't describe it as part of a Zaunite movement. It really is just posed as a refuge for those in need, separate entirely I would argue from the Piltover vs. Zaun conflict, unlike Ekko's Firelights who provide shelter AND do community action and freedom fighting. Indeed, Viktor heals Salo, a Councilor, the most privileged of the privileged from Piltover. I'd argue this is an additional sign that he is "colorblind" when it comes to the conflict between the two cities.

Finally, I would argue that Viktor is from a generation that somewhat precedes the class conflicts and brewing civil war between Piltover and the undercity. I think he's from a generation where the cities were still linked enough that they were more like the "good" and the "bad" side of the tracks. He was smart enough to get out and make something of himself in the big city, he has a goal of helping to uplift those he left behind, but he sees them as one city still even if he has sympathy later for a separatist movement. The way he talks about the undercity to me feels less like a separate entity and more a particular disadvantaged community within Piltover.

Anyway, I've gone off on like three crazy wild tangents based on your reply. Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed that post! And I agree, of all the Zaunites, Viktor is actually quite different from the others and that is really interesting to explore!

[cupidologys]

⸻ imprint.

pairing: grimmjow x reader

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: life becomes increasingly complicated after a seemingly one-night stand with grimmjow extends way past the one-night mark.

as it turns out, arrancars become very clingy, very fast.

Opening your eyes to an arrancar laid next to you in your bed was not your idea of a happy wake-up call. He was still asleep; his gentle snores break the silence as you spring up, scrambling to retrace last night’s memories. A soft groan leaves you as it all comes flooding back.

The break up. The violent sobbing. The tissues and excessive consumption of bottom shelf tequila. The violent puking. The rebound that was currently still in your bed.

Oh, you are so thoroughly, completely fucked.

You curse yourself. How could you be so stupid as to drunkenly hook up with—

Your thoughts stutter as your brain fully catches up to last night’s memories. You remember the screaming and anger when you found out about your ex’s infidelity, which led to a night of reckless abandonment at a nearby bar, which further led to your very worried friends picking you up and bringing you home. Grimmjow was there for reasons you can’t remember. What you can recall, definitively, is that you did not sleep with him. He had carried you up to your apartment, settled you in bed, and was about to leave when you dragged him into the sheets for cuddles, refusing to let go until he conceded.

Embarrassing? Yes. As bad as hooking up with him? Not by a long shot.

A shift in movement beside you jolts you out of your thoughts. Grimmjow mutters something, voice still groggy with sleep. You freeze and ignore him, pretending not to hear. You pray that he goes back to sleep. Your prayers go unheard.

“[Y/N]?”

Silence.

He blinks one strikingly blue eye open and settles it on you. With a roll of his neck, he stretches out—lazy and languid. You stare straight at your bedroom door, hoping to avoid eye contact—and his incredibly sculpted muscles.

Why the hell is he shirtless?!

“Good morning,” you say with as much casualness as you can muster. It isn’t a lot. Your words come out more strangled than you intended. You want to weep.

Grimmjow doesn’t seem to notice—or care. “Morning. You want coffee?”

“I…” you swallow, unsure of how to navigate this situation. You decide to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I think you should go.”

Grimmjow opens his mouth to say something, but something in your expression stops him. He just gives you a slightly perplexed look before nodding slowly.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Are you serious?” He scoffs, unbelieving. “You realize the entire reason why I barely slept a wink last night was because you kept tossing, turning, and crying so hard I thought you’d shrivel up from dehydration?”

You feel your cheeks flame.

“You didn’t have to stay!”

Grimmjow moves closer to you, angling himself to face you directly. The proximity makes you dizzy among such tension.

“What was I supposed to do, sweetheart? Leave you to drown in your own tears? I’m not that cruel.”

You repeat yourself, quieter this time. “You still didn’t have to stay.”

“I chose to.”

He moves away, leaving you speechless and confused.

“Get dressed.”

“What?” You reply, still reeling from his words. “Why?”

“I’m taking you to breakfast.”

Dumbfounded, you can only manage another: “What?”

“Breakfast. To replenish all those fluids you lost.” Grimmjow swings his coat over his shoulders before tossing a hoodie on your head. “And to fuel up before killing that ex boyfriend of yours.”

He leaves the room before you can process his words. Once you do, you jump up from the bed with a wince—the hangover still piercing—and scramble after him in alarm.

“Grim! Don’t you fucking dare! Get back here, you overgrown lab rat!”

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“I need help.”

Ichigo barely looks up from the eggs benedict he’s scarfing down. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d be scared he’d choke.

“Wow. You must be desperate if you’re coming to me for relationship advice.”

“First of all, it's not a relationship. Second of all, I know enough embarrassing things about you to ruin the rest of your very long life if you ever decided to speak of this to someone else.”

He shoots you a sideways look. “Noted.”

You anxiously drum your fingers on the table. “It’s about Grimmjow.”

Ichigo wrinkles his nose. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird.”

The shinigami bites into a piece of bacon. You already regret bringing him to brunch to sort this out. Sadly, it was the only way to get him to bail on his college club meeting.

“Weird how?” He asks between chews.

You sigh. “I don’t even know. Ever since that night, something’s been different. He’s weirdly clingy—the other day, I was running errands and ended up with a six-foot-one tag-along for every single one. It made my bank visit and hair appointment interesting, to say the least. Does he have a crush on me now or something?”

“Oh that’s not new.”

You look at Ichigo in puzzlement. “What are you talking about?”

“The crush? That’s not new. Whatever this thing is, it’s worse,” he answers nonchalantly.

The news makes your head spin. Grimmjow has a crush on you? Why? How? Since when? Was it when he moved to the human world?

Ichigo’s voice pulls you from your spiral. “Have you watched any vampire or werewolf movies?”

You balk at the insinuation. “Are you saying he imprinted on me? Like some kind of giant freak baby duck?!”

“More like he’s simply gotten attached to you… maybe it’s some weird arrancar mating thing?” Ichigo offers.

You deflate. “That is so not better.”

He shrugs. “You’re the one that decided to get into bed with an arrancar.”

“We didn’t do anything!”

“...Would you want to?”

You open your mouth for a firm rejection, but for some reason the words lodge in your throat. Grimmjow is rough around the edges, without question. He’s stubborn, reckless, and a pain in your ass. Regardless, you’ve been privy to his genuinity firsthand. You can’t recall a single time he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him.

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You should figure that out then. It seems you both have some complicated feelings to sort out.”

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Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for the last twenty minutes. Your ex has found another number already—the last one was blocked only two days ago. You have half a mind to throw your phone into the pond in front of you. The koi fish probably wouldn’t be too happy about that, though—and neither would their owner. Out of respect for the wildlife—and Rukia—you settle for shutting the device off entirely. A temporary fix, yes, but at least you’ll have some peace and quiet for the rest of the night.

The party inside is in full swing—crowds of people mill around the house with drinks in hand and inhibitions loose. The music is so loud the bass shakes the foundations of the building; four stories of flashing lights, hazy vapours, and drunken stupors thrum a few hundred feet behind you. Rukia’s place is huge—perfect for a summer send off for a bunch of rowdy college students. You only hope Byakuya doesn’t find out about this one. The last time that happened… you cringe at the memory.

The garden is far enough from the main part of the house—mansion, more appropriately—that you only hear muffled beats of the blaring stereos and screaming students. A good thing too as you feel a headache coming on from the events of the night. You sit on a soft patch of grass a few metres from the edge of the water, watching as shining fish circle each other in colourful rhythms. The solo cup in your hand has long run dry. You prefer to stay sober from now on; you don’t need a repeat of what happened two months ago.

The moon is high against the dark canvas of the sky. It should be half past one by now. From your experience, the partygoers won’t filter out until hours later.

The sound of footsteps makes you turn. Grimmjow saunters towards you, a beer in hand. You aren’t sure how to act around him. You haven’t ever since you found out about his crush on you. You aren’t even sure you believe it to be true; it’s Grimmjow, for heaven’s sake. A crush? Romantic feelings? Such concepts don’t even exist in the lives of people like him.

Regardless, it’s been an awkward couple of weeks—for you, at least. It’s not easy trying to ignore an arrancar hellbent on pestering you every second of the day.

You’d be lying if you say you haven’t missed him though.

“Drink?” He holds out his bottle to you in offering.

You wince. “Better not. I have plans tomorrow morning.”

He takes a seat next to you in the grass. You shuffle over slightly, still wary of his closeness. The movement makes him frown, but surprisingly, he doesn’t comment on it.

“What plans?”

“I…” You hesitate. For reasons you don’t want to understand, it feels uncomfortable to tell him. “I have a date.”

Grimmjow’s beer bottle shatters in his hand, spraying him with alcohol. You jump up in alarm, panicking at the mess of glass and foaming liquid.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?! What the hell was that?!”

“I’m fine,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

You stare at him in bewilderment. The liquid drips down his forearm, pooling at his feet. Glass shards litter the grass around him as he wipes his hand on the front of his jeans.

“Let me see your hand.”

He pulls away from you as you try to take his hand in yours. “I said I’m fine.”

“Your hand, Grimmjow. Give it,” you insist.

He grumbles in annoyance but eventually relents. He was right—there’s no cut in sight. His skin is unbroken and… really, really warm. You yank your hand away, flustered at the heated contact.

“A date? Seriously?”

“Huh?” You look up, embarrassment forgotten. He’s looking straight ahead towards the pond and garden fixtures, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

He’s beautiful.

You startle yourself with that sudden thought. When did you start noticing the little things? Like the curve of his lips and the vibrance of his eyes. When did you start viewing him… differently? You ignore these dangerous thoughts—pushing them aside to maintain a semblance of control.

“What’s wrong with a date?”

He grunts in answer. He still hasn’t looked at you.

“It’s just this blind date thing I promised a friend I would try. It’s not like it’ll go anywhere,” you ramble. You’re not quite sure why you feel the need to explain yourself but you do it regardless. “Anyway, I’m still dealing with the break-up so it’s not like I have time or the mental capacity to actually date.”

“You still haven’t moved on?” He asks, disgust lacing his tone.

You shrug. From your asshole ex? Absolutely. From the emotional turmoil of the relationship’s aftermath? Not so much.

“I’m dealing with it.”

Grimmjow does not like that answer. “For fucks sake, [Y/N], how are you still hung up on him? How is he worth this? Any of this? That bastard hasn’t deserved you since the day he got you!”

Your jaw drops at his outburst.

“Why are you getting so worked up about this?”

“Because you’re being fucking stupid!” Grimmjow stands up and starts pacing. The unexpected argument sends you spiralling into a fit of anger matching his own.

“Excuse me?” You stand up too and narrow your eyes at the arrancar.

He whips around to you, all six-foot-one of him towering over your frame. The heat emanating off of him is palpable in the chilly night air. His gaze is sharp—cutting into your own with intense emotion.

“You’re stupid because you don’t realize you deserve better.”

“And what? Who the hell is better? You?” You’re pushing him for a reaction.

He gives it to you.

“Yes!”

The word makes you both freeze. Grimmjow looks shocked at his own response; his eyes are so wide you can see your own surprise reflected in their icy blue.

“So you do have feelings for me,” you whisper.

Grimmjow’s head drops, his gaze now boring into the ground. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was embarrassed.

“Was that not fucking obvious?” He grumbles.

“Apparently not to me.”

He rubs his neck and lets out a long breath. “Well…” His eyes focus on you. “Now you know.”

Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it’ll burst out of your chest.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Grimmjow asks uneasily. He fidgets with his hair, anxiously waiting for your reply.

“You’re one of my closest friends, Grim. I don’t like change. I’m not very good at it,” you note.

“But what if the change is good?”

You cough out a dry laugh. “Are you saying you’re good? You? Mr. Almighty Espada?”

“Depends who you ask.”

You pretend to think. “Hmm… how about Ichigo?”

“Who cares what that moron thinks.”

“Well, considering he’s my best friend—”

Grimmjow scowls. “Still not thrilled about that, by the way.”

You smile at his indignation.

“I’m not cancelling my date.”

“What?” Grimmjow’s face falls and you try not to giggle at how easily he resembles a kicked puppy.

“Tomorrow. 5pm. Pick me up then?”

It takes a second for him to register what you mean, but when he does, he smirks and throws an arm around you, pulling you in for a side-hug that nearly suffocates you. You don’t mind at all.

“Or we can just start the date now.”

You laugh. “Slow done, cowboy. I have to change my number first thing tomorrow morning. He hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone.”

Grimmjow growls. “You know, you shouldn’t have stopped me from killing him last time.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re joking.” You tilt your head in concern. “It’s worrying.”

He shoots you an irritated look. “Why would I be joking?”

You merely shake your head, looking at him in amusement. For the first time in a long while, you have a feeling that everything will work out just fine.