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imagine nerd!Choso, you both are in the same degree. he didn't really noticed you at first but, for some unknown reasons, he kept bumping into youâ wether in the hallway or you'd be few rows in front of him during lectures. And just like that, he developed an obsession toward you. and might god forgive him, but he couldn't help jerking off his cock at the thought of his length disappearing between your lips, eyes flickering up at him with a teasing glint. he was kind of sad you didn't even know he existed :/
but how lucky! in one of your lesson, the teacher assigned a partnered project. and fortunately, the duo were made with a randomized system!! Choso did not think twice, with some quick manipulation on his computer, he paired himselfâŠwith you! almost too easy
on your side tho, you had never heard the name Choso before. So when you reached out to set up a time for the project, you didn't expect much of it. But nowâŠsitting across from himâŠhis wide figure looming over the table, inked arms straining against the ridiculous tightness of his shirtâŠthat was another story. How hadn't you noticed such a pretty face?? sharp eyes lined with kohl, two messy buns with some rebellious strands framing his beautiful features, and perfect dark purple painted nails tapping against the table. âam i blind or sum?â you wondered.Â
nerd!Choso was originally awkward with social interaction but more so when it came to you. He clears his throat "I- uh," he started, voice trembling "f-for the work, would you like t-t- toâŠ" his cheeks flushed an adorable pink as you stared at him, giving him time to formule his thoughts âsuch a cute boyâ you mused.
"we can do it at my home!" he suddenly blurted out, words rushed, as if the poor man hadnât said it now, he never would have :( "i- i mean, t-the assignment! o-of course..." he was so embarrassed of himself, his hands nervously cupping his warm milk chocolate "ifâ if you want to.." his eyes darted anywhere but yours, unable to hold your gaze. not when you were looking so intently, like you were seeing right through him. because what if you had some superpowers, the kind to read his horny thoughts, the kind to know exactly how many times he fucked his fist to the image of your pretty mouth stuffed full of his aching cock. catastrophe!!!!
nerd!Choso was blushing furiously, messier, stuttering over his words more than usual when you were unconditionally giving your best to give the man a gooood ride. âp-p-pleaseâ he whined, voice breaking. You leaned in, your breath warm against his ear âtell me, my pretty shy boyâŠwhat are you begging for, hmm? use your words, pretty".Â
choso's hands gripped your thighs like a lifeline, fingers digging into your skin. ây-youâ mngh, it'sâ it's too good. i can't lastâ iâ please,â he choked out, eyes glossy as you slammed your hips down harder. His happy trail rubbed against your clit with every grind. the friction giving you as much pleasure as him.
âpreeetty boy," you cooed, trying to maintain your composure despite having his fat dick stretching you enough to see stars. âis this what you've been thinking about the whole year? me riding you? or even better,â your mouth went for his neck, licking softly, contrasting with the pulsing grip of your cunt, milking his cock. "touching yourself to the thought of my glossy lips wrapped around your pathetically big dick ?" your voice was so sensual "tell me, tell me and i'll give you what you wantâ that man was moaning, the sluttiest moans escaping his throat. in response, your walls clenched harder, trying to suck him in even deeper at this point. âiâ i wasâ i mean, i- fuckfuckfuck" choso were sur he lost the ability to form a simple sentence, his head falling back as he felt his tip kissing your cervix. but he tried his best to continue "iâ i wasâŠpumping myâ my cock at the- mngh, thought o-of you..t-takin' meâŠd-d-deep,â poor boy was losing his mind. You've never seen a man being that pussy drunk, so openly lost into you, that was addicting.
your fingers trailed over his inked pecs, moving along the curves of his tattoos making their way to his nipples, and you pinched. not too rough to hurt but enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. âlook at this good boy," you sighed, feeling choso throbbing inside you. "earned the right to cum inside me⊠would you like that?â.Â
you loved teasing him. he was a total whimpering, fucked out mess beneath you. âso cuteâ
nerd!Choso was as sur as the sky is blue that you had superpowers, somehow. and you both sur as well scored a beautiful A on the assignment.
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Part 4 - Three Bats Walk Into a Food Court (And Also a Person)
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Jasonâs brother was a dick. Without a doubt, 100%, an asshole. Said brother had insisted on meeting up for Sibling Bonding Jaybird! No, this was not âsibling bondingâ, this was the result of the asshole losing a bet with Steph, having to go shopping with her as forfeit â and dragging Jason into the nightmare under false pretences.
âDick.â Jason spat from the backseat, meaning it in every sense.
âYes Lilâ Wing?â The Dick-in-question responded from the driverâs seat as he pulled into a parking space at the mall.
âRichard.âÂ
Richard (Dick) Grayson gasped in horror. âNo! You canât full name me Iâm older than you!â
Steph snorted in the passenger seat. âItâs your legal name, not your full name, dumbass.â
âThen you canât legal-name me! Iâll tell Alfred!âÂ
Jason raised an eyebrow, reaching into his jacket pocket for his wallet. âOh really? Youâll tell Alfred?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Steph watched the exchange eagerly, hitting record on her phone to capture whatever followed. âOh thisâll be good.â
Jason produced a card from his wallet and presented it to Dick. âThere you go.â
âI told you writing âI do what I wantâ on a card doesnât count as any kind of permit. Iâm a cop, Iâm not gonna fall for that.â He scoffed, before adding in a mutter. âAgain.â
âNothing of the sort, Dickolas â look at the card.â Jason insisted.
âWhat? This one? Fine.â Dick sighed, before beginning to read in a mocking tone. âMaster Jason has every right and my permission to legal-name Master Richââ He trailed off. âWhat the fuck? Alfred is in on this?!â
âIt was his idea, actually.â Steph commented. âSomething about how someone has to do it when heâs not available.â
âWhy the fuck does Jason have it?!â
âI was nominated.â Jason shrugged.
âThat doesnât answer my question?!â
âWell,â Steph started, beginning to count them off on her fingers, âDamian is the baby, so youâd never take it seriously. Duke was busy with finals at the time. Cass didnât want it. Iâm apparently not âmatureâ enough, or something. Tim can barely take care of himself and keeps forgetting to sleep so it couldnât be him. Babs already has authority over you and Bruce wasnât involved.â
âPlus we donât listen to the Old Man anyway.â Jason added.
Dick stared at them, mouth hanging open. âWhat qualified Jason?!â
âWell he did start his own very successful business.â Steph mused.
âHe became a Crime Lord!â
âHis Business has many departments, and he handles all of them without resorting to over-caffeination and sleep deprivation.â
âHeâs literally a vigilante.â
âWeâre all vigilantes, get with the program. He was the best one for the job.â Steph replied, climbing out of the car and tapping away on her phone, probably sending the video to the Bat-siblings group chat.
âBut Iâm the oldest.â Dick whined, making his way around the front of the car to stand with Steph.
âPrecisely why you need someone to legal-name you, canât have you getting too cocky now, can we?â Steph teased, looking up from her phone and pinching at one of Dickâs cheeks.
âNo we cannot.â Jason agreed. âIâm in the front on the way back, by the way, I canât believe you stuffed me in the backseat.â He shut the door with perhaps a touch more force than was necessary, just to see his brotherâs face scrunch up in displeasure.
âPlease donât slam the door. I like this car.â
âOops.â Jason deadpanned.
Steph chose that moment to interrupt. âNot my fault youâre gigantic, I was there first.â She flicked her hair off her shoulder. âI didnât choose the Passenger Princess life, it chose me.â
âWell, next time you can âpassenger princessâ in the back, your highness.â Jason bowed mockingly. âThen you can stretch out across the backseat.â
âSolid point â I call backsies when weâre done here!â
âYou cannot stretch out on the backseat while Iâm driving thatâs illegal.â
Jason and Steph stared at Dick for a moment, then â realising he was serious â tried and failed to stifle their laughter.Â
âWow.â Steph gasped, smacking Jasonâs shoulder in her amusement. âThatâs hilarious, holy crap.â
âYeah, alright Dickhead, sure.â Jason snorted.
âIâm serious.âÂ
âJeez if youâre that worried, Iâll drive.â Jason shrugged. âCanât have the âpassenger princessâ not playing passenger.â
Dick pressed his fingers together and into his chin. âI just said I like this car, you are not driving it.â
âYou know Iâm the best driver out of the clan, excluding Alfred, of course.â Jason protested.
âYou drive like you have nothing to live for.â Dick pointed out, immediately regretting his words.
âWell yeah, I died.â
âOh my God.â Dick threw his hands in the air, spinning on his heel and marching towards the entrance to the mall. âNope, you are not driving my car. Letâs go get this done before you people drive me to the dark timeline.â
Steph and Jason trailed after him, sniggering.
Eventually, with only one instance of Jason ramming Dick into a concrete planter in the parking lot, the trio made it into the mall. Steph had stowed her phone and set off at a truly impressive â if you didnât know she was a vigilante who leapt from rooftops after hours â pace for the other side of the complex.
âSteph! Slow down!â Dick begged, hopelessly.
âDick! Hurry up!â Steph responded.
âWhy are you going all the way to the other side of the mall? Donât you wanna look here?â Dick blurted, confused.
âDicky-boy, why donât you know how to shop?â Steph halted in her march, facing them to shake her head. âThe answer is so obvious!â
âNo itâs not?!â Came Dickâs desperate reply.
Jason sighed, deciding to help his idiot older brother. âWeâre starting further so we finish closer, dumbass.â
âOhhh.âÂ
âYes, âohhhâ, fuckinâ idiot.â
Steph smirked, spinning back on her heel and setting off again with a flick of her hair over her shoulder. Her minions associates following close behind.
Truthfully, this situation was Dannyâs fault, He hadnât been looking where he was going and now, he was drenched in several hot drinks and covered in three different kinds of fries. In his defence, he was running on probably 20 minutes of sleep and still injured â with all that on top of literally being half dead â itâs fair to say he was a little out of it.
âWell, thatâs not ideal.â Danny muttered.Â
That didnât quite cover it, but it was better than the expletives that had filled the air following his collision with a tall, dark-haired and blue-eyed man carrying a tray of food court fare. The tray of food that was now all over Danny and the man himself.
âOh my God Iâm so sorry are you okay?!â The man exclaimed.
âAre these chilli cheese fries? Iâd ask if you recommend them but Iâm guessing you havenât tried them.â Danny asked, only to be met with silence. âOkay, wrong crowd, itâs fine â donât worry.â
âUh, you sure, kid? Youâre covered in â well â a whole lotta stuff.â A blonde woman in a purple sweatshirt pointed out.
âIâm not a kid,â Danny grunted, âand Iâve been covered in worse things.â
âWhen and how?â Some jock-looking dude with a white streak in his black hair â weird fashion statement but go off, I guess â asked, seeming genuinely surprised.
âUm, people like you arenât exactly âbestiesâ with people like me?â Danny stated, gesturing to â well â all of the guy in question before doing the same to himself. âI end up in lockers and trashcans because I fit?â
âWhat do you mean âpeople like you?â The guy asked, somewhere between insulted and concerned.
âUh, jocks? What did you think I meant?â
âYou â hah â you think Jason is a jock?!â The guy who Danny bumped into in the first place laughed from the floor where heâd landed post-collision.
âUh,â Danny started, âI did, though it looks like I was wrong? Sorry, man.â
âItâs fine, kid.â Jason responded, raising an eyebrow with half a smile, daring him to say anything.
âI probably deserved that.â Danny laughed. âSorry about your lunch, I guess?â
âItâs fine.â The girl assured. âDick ran into you.â
âIâm sure heâs not a dick!â Danny insisted.
She laughed out loud with Jason while the other guy just smiled.
âSheâs not calling me names, donât worry.â His smile grew. Apparently, he was trying not to laugh, he offered a hand to shake. âMy name is Richard, but I go by Dick. The girl about to fall over is Steph, and the guy is Jason.â
âOh, okay then.â Danny replied, attempting to avoid mentioning that high school must have sucked for this guy.Â
He decided the âDickâ name must be a Gotham thing, as that Duke guy from the library had a brother was also apparently called that. He shook Dickâs hand, before suddenly recalling that he hadnât introduced himself.Â
âOh, right, Iâm Danny.â
âNice to meet you, Danny â let us help you clean yourself up.â
âOh no itâs fine donât worry!â Danny tried. âI can sort myself out later!â
âNope, I just picked up a couple spare sweaters â I have a lot of siblings and they like to steal them â so you and Dick will go change while Steph and I order some more lunch and let one of the workers know about the mess.â Jason insisted, handing Dick his bag before adding; âYou like fries, Danny?â
âYeah? Wait what?â
âGreat! Thanks Jay!â Dick called, accepting the bag and grabbing Dannyâs hand, half-dragging and half-guiding the boy to the nearest restroom.
Outside the cubicles, Dick handed Danny a sweater.
âHere you go! Blue for you and red for me!â
âWhy?â
âWell, blue matches your eyes and red is Jasonâs favourite colour, so as his brother I like to wear it to remind him Iâm secretly his favourite.â Dick laughed.
âI meant, why are you being so nice to me?â Danny asked, staring into the manâs eyes, âI ran into you, spilled your lunch everywhere and yet you guys are giving me a sweater and apparently buying me lunch? It doesnât make sense.â
âWhy shouldnât I help you out? It wasnât your fault, just bad luck.â Dick asked.
âHah, I seem to get a lot of that.â Danny mumbled, before speaking up, âYou donât even know me.â
 âWhy should that stop me from helping you out if I can?â He paused a moment, noticing the lines of distrust etched into Dannyâs expression, â Maybe you remind me of my brother.â
âJason?â
âYeah,â Dick nodded.
âHow? Heâs, and I mean this in the nicest possible way, huge â Iâm average-sized at best and compared to that guy Iâm a shrimp.â
âHe wasnât always linebacker-sized,â Dick snorted, âHe used to be smaller than you â scrappy too.â
âI donât believe you.â
âWell, I guess thereâs a little more to it than that,â Dick pondered, âWe didnât get along all that well when we were younger, I still regret that. We missed a lot of time together that I wish I could get back.â
âThatâs, um, deep?â Danny shifted foot-to-foot, âThanks â I think?â
âNo worries â happy to help!â Dick beamed.
Danny accepted the sweater awkwardly, not sure how to deal with the information that this random dude had just dropped in his lap. He shook it off, heading into the cubicle to change.
Dick watched for half a second, suddenly hit by a wave of emotion. He shook his head, clinging onto the look in Dannyâs eyes as a distraction â the same look that was etched into everything Jason did as a child, and reared itâs head even now, at times. The desperation, the mistrust, and worst of all â the way he seemed to accept it as inevitable, like it wasnât a surprise. Dick didnât mention that he heard Dannyâs comment about having a lot of bad luck. He didnât mention that the kid looked tired, too thin â he didnât mention how bony he felt when they collided.
If he texted Jason to get an extra serving or two of fries, that was between him and his Little Wing. If Jason had a few milkshakes along with the fries waiting for them â Dickâs favourite flavour, too â that was simply a coincidence. Steph said nothing, and Danny had no way of knowing.
By the end of lunch, Danny had weaselled Jasonâs address out of him, so he could return the sweater once heâd washed it (the kid insisted, though Jason wouldnât have minded if he never saw the sweater again). Danny wasnât as subtle as he hoped, but it was hard to get anything by bat-trained vigilantes, and Jason shared the information easily â hopeful that the kid would come if he was ever in any trouble too.
The group bid their goodbyes, Danny heading out on his own, the others returning to their shopping. Soon enough, distracted with their lives and heroics, the vigilantes forgot about the boy with icy eyes, who watched with distrust. A week later, Jason received a package in the mailbox, inside of which was the sweater, some candy and a green post-it note:
âThanks for the sweater, and the fries â see you around.
â Dannyâ
The traces of Lazarus water on the note were only discovered when the other message appeared, weeks later.
âWhen her Knights have been called, and arrive on the scene,
Release him, only together can you all win.
If the True shall be bold, youâll learn where heâs been,
When all is as it should be, the city bells will ring.
â CWâ
âDo you ever think Batman gets sad?â Young Danny asks his father as he gets tucked into bed one night.
âI donât think so, son.â Jack responds, kissing Dannyâs head.
Ten years later, as Danny is nearly bleeding to death in Batmanâs arms after being found in an alley, he finally understands. Batman can get sad, but he can also be very, very angry at the same time.
#do you think batman ever gets sad#dc x dp#everlasting trio#dc#danny phantom#my writing#my work#my thoughts#more to come
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Punish me.
Pairing: Boss!Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW, MDNI Words count: 5853
Summary: What happens when your boss punishes you but you like it too much? You look for more. And more. Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of Y/N, legal unspecified age gap, power imbalance, dom!Joel / sub!reader, degradation, oral (m receiving), spanking, unprotected p in v (reader is on the pill but still, do better irl), initially dub-con but reader is very into it, risk of being caught, a little chocking if you squint, cream pie, squirting, reader has no description other than the clothes she is wearing, manipulation, slurs, pet names, reader calls Joel "Sir". This Joel is low-key inspired by Don Draper from Mad Men and the whole thing was also low-key inspired by Secretary (2002). Let me know if I forgot something important, I will add it right away. A/N: Written for Never Have I Ever challenge hosted by the lovely @yxtkiwiyxt , this was my prompt and I had so much fun working on it! Thanks for giving me the opportunity to join! đ„° Thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being the most precious beta and @joelmillerisapunk for being the best support I could ask for and for letting me yap about it for a month and half lol I love you so much đ„čâ€ïž English is not my first language, every single mistake is still on me, I deeply apologize if you find any. Thanks to anyone who will read! masterlist | Joel Miller masterlist
âMr Miller wants to see you in his office at 3â When Pam called you to say that a shiver ran down your spine.
Your last client was the owner of a large brewing company, a self-centered rich asshole that you couldnât stomach in any way.
He had been pressing you for weeks for you to come up with the most sexist and stupidest ad campaign ever, all while you were trying to present him with new ideas that didn't necessarily include 10 women in bikinis at the feet of one man or other such things that had been done 200 times already .
You hated the guy with every fiber of your being and you told him exactly what you were thinking about him when he called you a prude and argued that he could show you what a real man was.
Seeing his sleezy smile as he winked at you and told you that you needed to fuck more was your last straw.
You were glad to be rid of him but you knew well that your boss would not have the same opinion.Â
Right out of college what you wanted was to learn the profession as soon as possible, and you wanted to learn it from the best in the business.Â
Joel Miller owned the most famous advertising agency in town, so you did everything to get an internship there.
You understood why he was so successful from day one.
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Pam was sitting at her desk as usual when you walked in.Â
Her desk was a few feet from the door of Mr. Miller's office.Â
A large, black, solid wooden door with a fine frame, one of those that seemed to lead to the rooms forbidden to poor commoners.Â
She just looked up from the computer screen to tell you to come in, Mr. Miller was waiting for you, and then she was back to work.
Pam was a woman in her 60s, blond hair perpetually pulled back in an elegant bun, a pearl necklace around her neck, cachemire sweaters in all pastel colors, silk blouses and matching skirts.
She looked very neat, austere, you could swear you never saw her smile but heck, she was really good at her job and had been managing Mr. Miller's impossible schedule for many years.
You knocked on the door feeling your heart in your throat, thinking you were one step away from being fired.
Joel's voice bounced through the door, heavy and raspy, "come in.â
You entered trying to maintain a composure.
âGood morning, Mr Miller, you wanted to see me?âÂ
He put down the papers he was perusing on the desk and looked up at you.
âOh, it's you,â he said in a very calm voice. âThe one who made me lose a lot of money.â
âI...I'm sorry but the guy was too much of an asshole for me to take it,â you spat out.
You knew Joel appreciated people who were standing their ground.
âExcuse me, should I care? You just made a thousand dollar check disappear.âÂ
The silence that enveloped the room was unreal.
You stood in front of his stately mahogany desk, trying to keep your back straight and your shoulders high.
Of course, he didnât care, he was an asshole too.
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He had conducted the interviews personally, without delegating it to his subordinates.
He hired you himself, without missing the opportunity to intimidate you in the meantime.
The first day you had come in you were shy, awkward, afraid of your own shadow.Â
How did you think you could deliver a presentation in front of a client if you looked like a frightened little bird that had just fallen out of the nest?
Joel said he took a risk hiring you, the least you could do was to show him how much you really wanted the job.
Eventually you learned to fight.Â
It hadn't been pleasant or even easy, Joel wouldn't let you get away with anything, criticized your every idea, sometimes blatantly mocked you.Â
He had pushed you to work harder than you would have imagined and you were eager to let him know that you were worth something, that you were not just an honors graduate but could translate your knowledge into the practical field.
You also owed it to yourself.Â
Your parents supported you but had always told you that you were not the type to work in advertising.
Too kind, too quiet, too sweet.Â
âHoney, are you sure? Wouldn't you rather do some other job?â your mother always asked you.Â
No, you didn't want to do anything else. And you were going to prove it to everybody.
You became a sucker for Joelâs attention in no time.
Whatever type he wanted to give to you.Â
As you progressed and learned, he became gentler, too much so at times.Â
Grazing your knee under the table at meetings, touching your waist way too much as you walked down the hallways talking about some projects, playfully slapping your ass once, after successfully signing your first contract with a client.
It was becoming a relationship that other colleagues didn't have to notice.
He was your mentor, your inspiration, the person who had taken you under his wing and taught you to fly.
Along with the desire to do well, however, something else grew in you over time.
Arousal, desire, need.Â
It lingered in the air while you were trying to flap your wings and stay aloft.
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âFurthermoreâŠâ his voice dropped and deepened, âwe donât tolerate this kind of language here.â
A shiver ran down your spine at the clear change in his voice.Â
You knew what he was doing.Â
And you liked it.
âWell, Iâm sorry but thereâs no other appropriate word to describe that personâ you chirped.
You didnât drop the asshole just to have this, you really hated the man with all you had, this was just a pleasant collateral damage.Â
Joel being angry at you.Â
Joel who wanted to punish you.
He ran a hand over his mustache, looking at you as if he wanted to devour you.
You felt your clit throb in anticipation.
He stood up from his chair, he was imposing, broad shoulders and awe-inspiring piercing eyes.
âLet me explain it to you properly. I don't care if he didn't meet your moral dictates, I don't give a damn if he was so obnoxious that he made you sick to your stomach, okay?â his voice was a thin, cold, steady blade.
âYes, Mr. Millerâ you swallowed, without breaking eye contact. âYou acted like a whiny child,â he stated. â And you made me lose a ton of moneyâÂ
His heavy step creaked faintly on the fine parquet floor. He was towering over you.
âYeah, you said that already,â you rolled your eyes.
You would have sworn you were hearing Joelâs blood simmering in his veins and that was exactly what you wanted.Â
âDo you think criminal lawyers like to defend murderers? Do you think they like their clients?âÂ
âNo,â you mutteredÂ
âYeah, they donât like them but they do it anyway because it's their job.âÂ
That was a little extreme example but he did make a point.
You were torn.Â
Disappointing your mentor was the last thing you wanted but seeing him like that, ready to give you a lesson was making you horny like nothing else.Â
You craved it.Â
âDo you know what they used to do to wayward children like you?âÂ
You could feel the warmth of his body with how close he had gotten.
âYeah.âÂ
His eyes looked like onyx stones.
âSay it.â âThey spanked them,â you finally let out.
âYeah. Youâre goddamn right, darling. They spanked them.â His words were a sheet of ice on which you couldn't wait to slide.
âBend over the desk.âÂ
âNo,â you tried to argue.
âI. Said. Bend.â He ordered, punctuating every word.
You raised an eyebrow, glaring at him, but finally gave in.Â
You approached the desk, rested your elbows on it and jostled your ass out, poised on your heels.Â
He positioned himself behind you, you turned to look at him, and he immediately hissed,Â
"Eyes to the wall, missy."Â
You huffed, returning your gaze to the large painting hanging behind the desk.Â
His hands slid down your legs.Â
It was the first time he touched you, the first time you felt his strong grip on your body, the first time his warmth penetrated your flesh.
âYou really disappointed me today.â His voice was calm, low, but full of disgruntlement.
âI'm sorry,â you whispered.Â
âIt's not enough,â
His hands had reached the hem of your skirt, raising it dangerously, pulling it up, exposing the edge of your thigh-high stockings and your panties.Â
âDo you still think you deserve a place in this agency?âÂ
Panic welled up inside you, you felt your cheeks on fire and your hands trembling on the wood of the desk.Â
You didn't want to lose everything you had worked for.Â
Joel wouldn't sign any reference letters for you, you wouldn't get a job at any other agency, and your career would be over before it even started.
You remained stubbornly silent, trying not to be seen as weak, until he blurted out,Â
âanswer me.â
âYes. I made a mistake.â
âYouâre goddamn right, honey,â he replied wryly.âHow will you fix this?â
That honey sounded like a mockery. Like you were still too soft to do the job and be successful at it.Â
You hated it and it made your pussy throb at the same time.
âI will find a way, Mr. Miller.â
âWeâll seeâ he retorted âBut you still deserve punishment, don't you think?â
âYes,â you breathed reluctantly.
You didnât like to admit that but you couldnât stop yourself.
You wanted it too much.Â
You wanted him too much.
You didnât hear him fumbling with his pants, no zippers coming undone, no buttons slipping through the buttonhole.
You just felt his breath fanning over your back and his hand gripping at your hips.
You felt his gaze seeping into your flesh.Â
You would have liked to turn around, tell him to get it over with and fuck you, but you didnât.Â
You stood still in your turn, feeling the tension bubbling in your chest while he seemed so calm and collected.
He was taking his time with you.
You sighed, just before you felt the air shift behind you and his hand landed deafly on your ass.
You gasped.Â
Another slap had hit you.Â
Harder than before.
Pain spread all over your butt, tingling, until it turned into a destabilizing pleasure.Â
You had never done anything like that before and as disconcerting as it was to admit it, you liked it.Â
You liked it like crazy.
You felt a slick of arousal wetting your panties while you moaned.
âDo you want some more?âÂ
You nodded eagerly.Â
âOh. You gotta use your word, I feel like I taught you that, right?â He tutted.Â
âYes.â You whispered âpleaseâÂ
Instead of continuing, he walked over to the bar cabinet, poured himself a couple of fingers of whiskey into a glass, sat back down on his leather chair and looked you in the eyes. Â
âGet out of here.â
You stood there watching him, hunched over his desk, wood still pressing on your clothed tits, feeling like you were in a fever dream.Â
Had it really happened?Â
The heat still throbbing on your ass cheek told you it had.
You stood up, straightened your skirt, your darting gaze metaphorically stabbing him.Â
He had humiliated you.Â
How had you let this happen? And most of all, why did you want more?
You left without looking back.
Pam wasn't at the desk when you left, you slipped out as quickly as possible, with one fixed thought in mind.Â
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The next few days he ignored you. He started following another girl who had just arrived and he was behaving the way he had with you.Â
Jealousy had never been a vice of yours. Never. But seeing him chuckle at her jokes, praise her for her efforts, smile at her, start calling her by her name like he had done with you made you furious.
It squeezed your chest in a cruel fist.
You had worked on the presentation for a market-leading make-up client, and fortunately for you, the CEO had been enthusiastic about your ideas.
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know how much he was hurting you but despite the persistence with which you tried, you grew so hungry for him that all you were thinking about was finding a way to make him furious again.Â
To get punished again. You hated having fallen for his game, but by now you were a fish seeking oxygen in the mesh of the fishing net.
You were trying to get his attention in every way without success.
At the peak of your desperation, you had passed an embarrassing number of times in front of his office in the hope that he would come out.
You kept meeting only Pam bringing coffee, folders or Joel's personal correspondence.
After a week she no longer seemed surprised to find you there, there was a kind of understanding in her gaze, a muted feminine solidarity, an ill-concealed displeasure.
âHoney, why do you do this to yourself?â she seemed to say.
You didnât care. Your pussy didnât care either.
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One day, when you saw Pam pass in the hallways during the lunch break, you decided to do something.
You couldnât take it anymore.
You had gotten up deliberately exclaiming, âOh, I really need a coffee!â And you had pretended to head for the common room. At last you had turned the opposite corner and snuck into the hallway that led to Joel's office. You had to hurry.
You slipped inside in an instant and found yourself in front of the imposing door that led to the office of the object of your desires.
He was talking to someone on the phone, you could clearly hear his voice but none in response.
When he finished, you opened the door and entered, full of doubts and fears but the same moved by a disruptive urge you couldn't say no to.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â Joel's rough voice greeted you. âI came to see my mentor,â you whispered. âAnd to tell him that tomorrow we will sign the contract with the make-up company.â
You smiled, waiting for his reaction.
He demolished you immediately in response,Â
âSo? What do you want, a golden star? A kiss on the forehead?â
He raised an eyebrow mockingly staring at you.
âNo, I just wanted to let you know,â you countered in a voice far too resentful for your taste.
You were turning on your heels to leave when you heard his voice say,Â
âWhat is the real reason you are here?â
You turned again and looked at him.Â
Elbows rested on the desk, the sleeves of the white shirt he wore rolled up to leave his muscular forearms exposed, rolling the platinum ring he wore on his middle finger around, his straight shoulders wrapped in the fabric that seemed to contain his broadness with difficulty, the first few buttons left open giving you a glimpse of a few freckles on his bronze chest.Â
The posture of the boss judging you, sitting comfortably in his leather chair, a smirk plastered on his face, a defiant expression in his eyes.Â
He was both sultry and irritating.Â
You wanted to slap him but also take off your panties and sit on his cock.Â
To be honest, you wanted to do both at the same time.
âYou walked in here without asking Pam,â he noted amusedly, looking at you as if he could read your mind âWhat were you trying to do?â âNothing,â you lied, fidgeting with a button on your shirt. âJust my jobâ
âI think you were trying to get on my nerves,â he suggested
You scoffed âYou think youâre the center of my universe?â
âYouâre the one in my office right now. Say what you want. Or leave. But I think you want to stay, am I right? Your pussy wants it.âÂ
You were speechless, totally caught off guard.Â
âWhat do you need, darling?â He urged you, walking towards you.Â
He raised a hand reaching for your cheek, brushing it with his thumb.Â
His voice softened slightly, the knot in your stomach tightened.Â
It felt manipulative.Â
But also arousing when he gently pulled your lower lip open and grazed it with the pads of his fingers.Â
He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to face him.Â
His gaze was authoritative, demanding but also sweet, like he was trying to get you convinced that he was a good guy, just eager to give you something you wanted so much that you showed up uninvited to his office.Â
âPunish me,â you breathed as he was sliding his fingers down your neck.Â
âSee? It wasnât so difficult. This was all I needed to know,â he chuckled softly, right after grabbing you by the waist, gentleness instantly out of the menu, pulling up your skirt to expose your ass.Â
âYou want me to spank you again, am I right?âÂ
Your voice came out husky and broken, you only managed to mumble a âyesâ, the most desperate yes youâve ever said in your life.Â
âThat's what I was thinking,â he groaned
His hands were roaming your thighs âHold-ups. Of course. Youâre the target for that Agent Provocateur campaign we launched last month, aren't you?â
You would have laughed if you could but you felt his fingers graze the wet, sticky stain spreading across your panties and you gasped instead.Â
And then his hand crushed on your ass cheek, his ring marked your skin, pain spreading across your skin, immediately replaced by an unbearable heat.Â
It made you feel alive.Â
You had his attention again.
One, two, three spanks burned your flesh, you could clearly feel a trickle of pleasure flowing out of you.
âHow dare you come into my office just to provoke me? Donât you know who I am? Huh, little slut?âÂ
âYes,â you muttered. âyes Mr Miller butâŠâÂ
You had started this, you would have liked to say.Â
You were the one flirting first.Â
You were the one leading me to want you, this, always.Â
Another slap hit you and you said nothing instead. You just moaned.Â
A knock on the door stopped Joel in his tracks.
He froze with his hand high up in the air.Â
âWho is it?â He asked nervously.Â
He still held you tightly by the waist, you tried to wriggle free from his grip without success.
âItâs Pam,â her voice came muffled from outside the door.Â
âFuckâ you whispered, you instantly looked around in panic for a place to hide.Â
Not the bookcase, or the bar cabinet or the nice leather couch and armchair that were placed in front of it.
There was only one option.
âGet off of me,â you hissed ânow!âÂ
Joel let go of you and you quickly cowered under the desk.
He sat down and spread his legs just enough to give you room as he moved his chair as close to the edge as he could.
âCome inâ he ordered, trying to regain his composure.Â
Pam cracked the door open and entered the office.Â
You couldnât see her but you could hear her light footsteps approaching the desk and her voice saying âI brought Mrs. Jonesâ presentation that you wanted to review, Mr. MillerâÂ
âOh. Thanks PamâÂ
You could clearly hear the underlying nervousness in Joelâs voice and it was starting to make you laugh.Â
You decided that since he was playing dirty you would do the same.
Your hand slowly moved up his pants, grazing his ankle, then his shin, up his thigh, until it reached his crotch.
Joel was desperately trying to hide his squirming as he examined the work of his new protégé. The one he was trying to replace you with.
It was delicious to feel him like that, helpless, harmless for once, totally at your mercy as you moved your hand up and down over his clothed cock that was desperately straining against the zipper.Â
Pam didn't move, waiting for him to finish evaluating the project, only her regular breathing told you of her presence.
You liked the risk, the thrill of being discovered that ran under your skin.Â
You could do more.Â
Slowly, your fingers closed on the metal tag of Joelâs zipper.Â
You pulled it down, while Joel tried to hide the noise with a cough.Â
You pushed aside the flaps of his pants, pulling down his boxers to free his cock. He was hard in front of you.Â
Thick, pink and darker at the tip, pulsing veins ran along the shaft that was slightly curved to the right.
Little drops of pre cum dripped onto his skin, making your mouth water.Â
It was perfect and you had to have it. Right there and then.
You kitten-licked the underside where a white pearly bead was sliding, catching it with your tongue.Â
Joel squirmed visibly on his chair, you couldnât see it but you imagined his eyebrows shutting up and his lips twisting.Â
You smiled in the heavy and heated air under the desk.
You hoped Pam would go away, but at the same time you were intrigued by putting Joel through the wringer without him being able to make any fumbling movements to stop you.
You held his cock in your hand, it throbbed in your palm, and a musky smell filled your nostrils. The smell of sex.Â
You didnât resist and licked again, more greedily, its flavor spread over your tongue.Â
It was driving you crazy.
You felt his whole body stiffen as he sent his secretary awayÂ
âThat's all for now Pam, thank you. Tell the team to refine the graphics and report to Ms. Jones that the idea may work but the slogan is a bit weak, I want more ideas for next week â
He had tried to maintain a professional tone, but his voice cracked mid-sentence, and you could only be mischievously proud of that.
As soon as Pam came out he yanked up his pants and wrapped a hand around your wrist dragging you out of your hiding place.Â
âYou dirty slut, what were you trying to do?" he rattled off.Â
He had you standing up and trapped you against his chest, his half-dressed erection pressing hard against your ass.
His hand closed on your wrist hurt but you didn't care, you liked being manhandled like that.
You werenât even intimidated anymore, just feral.Â
Unhinged, eager, completely drunk on him.
âI thought you liked some action under the desk, Mr Millerâ you replied, sneering without shame.Â
âOh youâre so thoughtful, arenât you?â He barked, shoving you on the desk again.
âYes I am.â You have never been so cheeky before, you were quite surprised and proud of yourself.
âNo, you arenât, darlingâ
With that, he pushed you onto the desk, your breasts pressed against the perfectly polished wood and his hands running to your skirt to hastily tug it down.Â
It was like Deja vu.
The best type of.
He moved to lock the door.
âHands on the desk, darling. And you better not take them out of thereâÂ
He took off his tie, placed it on the desk and walked over.
His authoritative voice sent a rush of arousal straight to your pussy.Â
He pulled down your panties, making you walk out of them and throwing them on the floor.
His hand grazed your folds, lightly at first and then he covered your whole sex and squeezed, sending a rush of adrenaline into your systemÂ
âFirst time doing it? Getting fucked by your boss? Mh?â
âYesâ you breathed âIâve never done anything like this beforeâ
âYou think you earned it?âÂ
âYesâ
He had withdrawn his hand from your pussy and placed both of them on your thighs.
âBold of you. And I've already told you, you have to learn to speak properly. Yes, what?â His hands were gripping on your flesh so hard you were sure you'd end up with bruises.
âYes, pleaseâ you whispered. âYou think you deserve me giving attention to your pussy, huh?âÂ
His voice was low and raspy, almost like a subdued roar.
âYes, please. Sir.â You added, emphasizing this last word.
âThat's the way I like it, you're starting to learn. Turn aroundâ You got up from the desk and he pushed you to sit on the edge, your bare pussy leaking on the surface.Â
He slipped his hands down your thighs, over your bottom, up your back, stopping at the sides of your breasts. His thumbs rubbed your nipples through your shirt and lacy bra while he held you trapped between his body and the desk, standing between your open legs.
Your naked pussy throbbed against his pants, you could feel it dripping over the fabric, making a mess. He slipped his hand between the two of you, touching your folds with the pads of his fingers, up and down gathering more and more of your arousal and spreading it all over on your lips and clit. You tried hard to stifle your moans but a low husky one escaped your lips as you were rocking your hips against his hand.
âLook what Iâm doing to your pussy.â He ordered while he started flicking your bundle of nerves. You looked down at his hand moving obscenely over your pussy, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you, his ring right out that was getting wet with you. You gasped loudly at the sensation when he curled them up just right, reaching for your special spot. âBe quietâ he had warned you off âeither that or Iâll stop immediatelyâ âNo!â You wailed. âNo, what?â He barked grasping your neck with his free handÂ
You looked at yourself in his pitch black eyes, losing yourself in that deep darkness.
A taunting smile curved his lips. âNo, pleaseâ you were quick to correct yourself âThatâs rightâ his hand lightly squeezed your pulse point. âUndo my shirt, nowâ Your fingers were moving awkwardly over the buttons, trying to unfasten them while he continued to move his fingers inside you.
His skin, unveiled before your eyes, was almost too much to bear: golden and dotted with freckles that you wanted to lick one by one.
He smelled like whiskey and mint and a distinctive something that was only his, filling your nostrils, awakening every molecule of that secret part of you that was a slave for him.
Once you reached the last one you were so worked up you were almost on your brink, Joel noticed that right away and stopped, taking away his hand from your pussy. You whined in disappointment and he retortedÂ
âYou donât get to complain, darlingâ accompanying his words with a slap on your right tit âwe clear?â âYes, sir. Iâm sorryâ you breathed, feeling the pain spread all over your chest.
A rush of adrenaline made you quiver against his hot body.
He put his wet fingers in your mouth. âClean them up, darlingâ And you did, you thoroughly swirled your tongue all over them, licking till the last drop, going feral for the taste of you and the way he pushed them through your lips, up to his knuckles.
âGood jobâ
He took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He shifted, moving you in front of him.
âKneel. Show me how sorry you are for complainingâ You kneeled right away, moving your hand over his pants, stroking the underline of his cock. âWhat do you want?â âYour cockâ you purred âAsk nicelyâ he told you, totally unfazed by your attempt to bribe him
âCan I please pull your cock out, sir?â You would have looked up to anyone, but the power it exerted over you at that point was unmanageable and devoured you.
His onyx eyes were fixed on you, pinning you down to the ground, like he was holding your entire being in his fist.Â
You couldnât ask for anything more.
âGo aheadâ
You hastily pulled down his pants and boxers, he stepped out of them and kicked them away.
You took his shaft back into your hand, licking the tip first, coating it in your saliva, until it was glistening and pulsing right before your eyes again.
You slid it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, savoring his musky flavor, licking him like a lollipop, like the most delicious ice cream youâve ever had.
âThatâs what a good girl does,â he praised you âshe fills her pretty mouth with a nice cock, just like thatâ You relaxed your jaw to take all that you could of him in your mouth.
His fingers reached for the back of your head, holding you possessivelyÂ
âGo on, miss, I know you want it, donât you? You would like my cum on your tongue, huh?â You hummed against his shaft, even more eager for him.
You tried to brush your fingers on your clit, searching for some relief from the throbbing heated mess you felt between your thighs but he scolded youÂ
âNuh huh, girl, donât you dare. You donât get to come until I say itâ You whined, reluctantly moving your hand away.
You kept sucking on his cock, devouring every inch of him with purpose, messy and sloppy, thin trades of your saliva running onto his length to his balls.Â
You swirled on the tip before sliding down to them and taking one in your mouth, greedily sucking on it.Â
He was granite that crumbled slightly at your every touch, trying to hold back the grunts that vibrated in his throat, trying not to close his eyes so as not to get lost in every lap of your tongue. He tried not to give you any satisfaction but at the same time his body betrayed him, letting slip how much he wanted all of that. And you.Â
At his brink, he stopped you, manhandling you back on the desk, tearing away your shirt making every single button pop out and yanking at your bra to expose your nipples.Â
His lips closed on one of your hard rock buds and sucked it avidly. You were a whimpering mess, whining under your breath âplease sir, fuck meâÂ
He grazed your nipple with his teeth, running a finger through your folds.Â
âLook at you, darling, so hungry for my cock your pussy is weeping, your body is shakingâŠâÂ
With one hand he yanked the papers off the desk, a shower of paper clips followed the sheets to the floor along with a stapler and the golden tag with his name engraved on it.
âLie downâ he hissedÂ
You lay on the desk, obscenely open and throbbing for him, a raw uncontrollable heat flowing through your body.Â
âPleaseâ you cried.Â
He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders, holding you tightly by your ankles.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful like thisâ he said tapping his cock on your folds and sliding it through them, before starting to enter you agonizingly slow.Â
âMmm feel how good sheâs stretching, darling, your tight little pussyâs all full of meâÂ
âYes, sirâÂ
âSay: thank you, sirâÂ
âThank you, sirâÂ
It was all inside you and your pussy was swallowing it hungrily.
He started thrusting into a steady rhythm, slowly at first, like tidal waves hitting you, ripples on a blank shore caressing your special spot, and then stronger, faster, like thunderstorm on the ocean, high dangerous waves making you see stars.Â
His huge cock shifting and brushing against your drenched walls, sinking into you again and again.Â
Your moans bounced around the room like an echo, mixing with squelching sounds of his dick slamming into you, making you his.Â
âYes, baby, youâre doing so good for meâ he whispered âcome hereâ.Â
He grabbed you and held you close to his chest, making your legs parting some more, reaching for another angle that made you feel him even deeper.Â
His moustache brushed along your jawline, lowering on your neck, his lips sucking on your pulse point.
âLook at you, dripping on my desk,â he muttered softly, his voice reverberating on your skin.Â
The impossible pace became too much to bear when his hand moved from your hips to your clit, his thumb brushing on it.Â
He looked you in the eyes, feral and assertively âyou want to come, huh? Make a mess all over my cock?âÂ
âYes.â You cried, seeing the wreck that you were reflecting in his deep brown eyes âyes, please sir I need itâÂ
âThen come, babyâ he said, increasing the pressure on your clit and pushing into you like it was a matter of life or death.Â
That was all you needed to hear.Â
You broke the dams that still kept you anchored to reality and flooded his cock, squirting all over his desk, a complete and utter disaster disheveled and exhausted.Â
The fine wood of his desk was probably ruined forever but he didn't seem to care in the slightest, he pumped into you, grabbing your neck and hair until he spurted all of him into your cunt.Â
You felt it warm and sticky, painting your walls, making you full like youâve never been before.Â
He slipped out a moment later, caressing your cheeks and praising you.
You got up from his desk and clung to his neck, pulling him into a long, deep kiss, tilting your head as you felt his tongue play with yours.
âThank youâ you murmured against his lips, smiling softly âAnd by the way, Iâm on the pillâ
âI know. I saw you take it the other day in the conference room before the meeting startedâ he said, while adjusting his trousers and taking a clean shirt from a desk drawer.
âGet out of here, naughty girlâÂ
âWell, you destroyed my blouseâŠâ you said, picking up the garment from the floor.
âHere, take mineâÂ
You put on his shirt, too big for you, trying to tuck it under your skirt so it was less noticeable how long it was. He helped you by rolling up your sleeves, barely touching your skin, but enough to make you feel a shiver down your spine.Â
âmmm sexy,â he said when he stopped to look at you.
âLetâs try not to make this a habitâ he smirked, giving you another playful slap on your ass cheek âWe can't do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week.â
âWhy not?â You winked right before going out the door.Â
You could smell him on you and it drove you crazy. You already knew that you would use his shirt to sleep that very night and for many nights to come.
Once outside the door, Pam looked at you over her glasses, raised an eyebrow, and for the first time you saw a little smile curve her lips.
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. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę warnings : slow(ish) burn, fwb to lovers, very little angst, smut, johnny spoils tf out of you, unprotected car sex (WRAP IT UP!), pet names (baby, doll, pretty, etc), grinding, riding / cowgirl, i'm probably missing a few oh well :p
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. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę authors note >< : valentines day posttt hehe :3 i saw this edit and knew i needed to write something car related w johnny... ENJOY & HAPPY (LATE, im sorry!!đđ) VALENTINES DAY!! this lowk isnt my fav.. i kept procrastinating posting but theres such a lack of johnny fics on here i need to bless my fellow johfam đ. Pls trust the next fic that comes out will be very delicious u guys r gonna love it mwuahahaha (àč>âĄ<àč) this was proofread at like 4am pls ignore spelling mistakes..
Things were always just meant to be casual. Sure, it wasn't too casual to fuck on a regular basis or talk to each other the way you do, but you always felt a little bad for keeping him in the friend zone for so long, knowing how he felt about you. You and Johnny had known each other since high school; you've always been best friends.
And to be completely honest, you couldn't help but be completely whipped by him. He bought you gifts nearly every day, whether it was something small or something thoughtful. You'd catch yourself admiring a necklace at the store, and sure enough, the next morning, it would be sitting at your front door with a cute note attached. He was like that with everything: the things you needed, the things you didn't even know you wanted, and especially the things that made you smile.
He wasn't just good at spoiling you with things. He always knew exactly what to say when you were upset, how to touch you in a way that made you feel safe, how to fuck you so good you were seeing stars. Johnny knew you better than anyone else. He knew your body, your moods, your every little habit. He could read you like an open book.
But the lingering fear that if you ever crossed that line and took things further with him, things would go south and you'd lose him as a friend was what always kept you in check. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and that fear kept you at arm's length.
But even todayâ valentines day, a day meant for romance and cheesy gestures, you told yourself things were still supposed to be casual. Thatâs what you kept telling yourself as stepped out of the shower and got ready for the night ahead.
You couldnât stop thinking about the flowers he had sent you this morning. The bouquet was massive, the kind that looked like it belonged in a romance movie, wrapped in black satin and tied with a sleek ribbon with a cute card tucked into the petals with a simple message:
âHappy Valentineâs Day, baby. Be ready by 9, dress extra pretty for me. -J <3âÂ
It had made your stomach flip. You hadnât been prepared for thatâ not from him. It wasnât that Johnny wasnât sweet, but this felt⊠different. Special. His usual kind gestures and love had turned into something else and you weren't sure if you were ready to handle all of that. But as the day had gone on, you couldnât help but smile every time you thought about it.
Now, standing in front of the mirror, you add the finishing touches to your hair and makeup. He knows how much you hate fancy restaurants and anything overly formal, so youâve kept your outfit casual yet still put together. A maroon cropped cardigan draped over a delicate white lace-trim cami, paired with the black skirt you know he loves. Every time you wear it around him, you catch his lingering stares and feel the way his touches last just a second too long, like he canât help himself.
The clock was ticking, and with each passing second, your nerves grew. You thought you had it all figured out. It was supposed to be casual, after all. But you couldnât ignore the fluttering in your chest as the minutes passed. It felt like tonight was different.
And before you knew it, you were out the door, the cool night air greeting you as you walked toward his car, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of your steps.
The air nipped at your skin as you approached Johnnyâs car, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw him standing by the passenger door, leaning against the car with a grin that gave you butterflies. His eyes scanned over you in that way he always did when he looked at you, a look of admiration mixed with something else you couldn't quite describe.Â
He straightened up when he saw you, his grin widening as he took a few steps closer. You almost missed the way his hand reached out to take yours; the warmth of his touch was enough to melt any hesitation you mightâve had.
âHey, angel.â He spoke softly, his thumb gently traced the back of your hand as he held your arm up, a small smirk tugging at his lips. âTwirl for me, baby, let me see the full fit.âÂ
A small laugh bubbled up in your chest, but you couldnât resist. You spun around once, letting your skirt flare out as you turned. You could hear him take in a sharp breath behind before you faced him again.Â
âGod, youâre so beautiful, baby,â he murmured, his eyes never once leaving you. His voice was low, almost reverent, as if he couldnât believe you were real.Â
The way he said it made your chest tighten, and a small heat spread through your cheeks. It wasnât just the usual complimentâ there was something more behind it, something deeper, but he didnât press it. He just smiled, that easy, confident smile that made your heart race.
âLetâs get going, yeah?â Johnny added, keeping his voice light but warm.
You nodded, still feeling the buzz from his words. As he opened the door for you, he moved closer, guiding you toward the seat. His hand briefly brushed against your waist as he helped you into the car, soft and slow, nothing rushed, just enough to send a jolt of warmth through your body.Â
It didnât take long for the night to escalate after that. His constant lingering touches and sweet words, laced with a quiet intensity, were slowly driving you mad. It started innocentâ his hand brushing against your thigh every now and then as he drove, his soft chuckle as he teased you, asking about your day. But it was clear that each moment with him was a little more than you could handle. This wasnât at all the usual for you two, even though youâre very used to his âdatesâ there was always the friendly demeanor behind them. This one was all a complete shift in the energy, it made you nervous, like this was an actual real date and not just two friends hanging out and flirting.Â
By the time you made it to a quiet spot by the water, the atmosphere had shifted. The air around you crackled, thick with something unspoken, an electric current that you could feel building between you two with every glance, every word. You werenât even sure how youâd ended up in this position, but you didnât care.
One minute you were sitting side by side in the backseat, laughing, the next you were straddling his lap. The shift had been so gradual, so natural that you didnât question it until you felt his hands begin to roam.
His fingers slid under the fabric of your cardigan, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively leaned into him, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands slid around your waist.
You continued talking, but your words felt like an afterthought, drowned out by the racing of your heartbeat. Every now and then, Johnny would murmur something that made you blush, his voice low and teasing as he casually slid his hand under your top, his large hands gliding against the skin of your back.
But it was his eyes that truly did it for you. They were still so sweet, full of admiration and affection, but there was something else there now. A flicker of heat, of raw desire, a hunger that made your pulse spike.
âJohnny, youâre looking at me like you want to eat me.â you spoke with a small chuckle, your voice betraying the nervous flutter in your chest. It was a poor attempt to ease the tension and the heat pooling between your thighs, but it was all you could manage as his gaze burned into you.
Johnny tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. His fingers tightened at your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. âOnly if you want me to.â
His voice was low, teasing, it was enough to make your breath hitch. His hands slid down to your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles into your skin before gripping just a little tighter, pulling you in until there was no space left between you.
The subtle pressure of his touch mixed with the feeling of his painfully hard bulge pressing right against your core made heat pool in your stomach, your breath coming out uneven as you bit your lip to keep yourself together.
Johnnys gaze flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and the grin on his face grew just slightly. He was enjoying this, the way you tensed up under his touch, the way your body was reacting to him before you could even find the words to respond.
âYou like that, pretty?â His voice was smooth, almost lazy, but the way his hands slowly slid up to your hips sent another rush of warmth through your body. He gently rocked your hips against his, just enough to let you know what he wanted. What he knew you wanted, too.
âYouâre being awfully shy tonight,â he murmured, his eyes searching yours. âAm I making you nervous?â
âJohnnyâŠâ You barely breathed out, your fingers gripping at his shoulders as a small, helpless whine slipped past your lips when he pushed you further onto his lap.
You didnât know what was worse, the way your body was betraying you, or the way he was looking at you like he already knew everything you werenât saying. Like he was waiting for you to catch up to what he already understood. The tension was driving you insane. It wasnât just the way he touched you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing he wantedâ it was the aftermath. The way he could act like this, make you feel like this, and then leave both of you tangled in that same unspoken confusion the next day. That lingering feeling that always stayed around for days every single time the two of you had sex.Â
Longing. Maybe even love.
You wished, more than anything, that you could push past the fear of relationships, of rejection, of getting hurt. But it clung to you, holding you back, even though you knew deep down that Johnny would never hurt you. He cared about you too much. He always made sure you had everything you needed, always put you first in ways you werenât sure he even realized.
And it made you feel guilty for pretending your feelings werenât real. For acting like this didnât mean something.Â
The weight of it all pressed down on you, a storm of conflict and confusion swirling in your head. You let out a quiet whine, your frustration spilling over as you looked down at him, torn between everything you wanted to say and everything you were still too scared to admit.
Johnnyâs fingers flexed against your hips, and his smirk softened into a small smile. âI know, baby,â he spoke, his voice quieter now. His hands slid up your back, holding you close. âYou donât have to say it. I already know.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like you needed something to hold onto. Like if you let go, youâd fall apart completely.
Johnny chuckled, the sound warm against your skin. âJust let me take care of you, yeah?.â His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, his touch patient, steady. âItâs a special day today, and youâre my special girl. You deserve it.â
He didnât wait for another word. The second your head dipped in a nod, his lips were on yours, slow and deliberate, he wanted you to feel everything neither of you could say out loud. His hands slid up your back, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to make you shiver.
The kiss deepened in an instant, all hesitation melting away as his tongue intertwined with yours, teasing, coaxing, making your breath hitch. His grip on you tightened, your hips instinctively picking back up their pace rolling against his.Â
A small whimper slipped from your lips, and Johnny groaned lowly in response. The friction you felt as he slightly thrusted up pressing further against you sent a sharp wave of pleasure through your body, you gasped, breaking the kiss for just a second before he chased your lips again, capturing them in another heated, desperate kiss.
âYou feel so good, baby,â he murmured against your lips, his voice hushed but dripping with hunger. âAlways so good for me.â
His mouth traveled, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly at the spot he knew would make you squirm.Â
The heat between you was unbearable now, every touch, every movement sending you spiraling deeper into the feeling. You didnât care about what would happen tomorrow, about the confusion that always lingered after nights like this. All you cared about was him, his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the hem of your top, his palms searing against your skin as he slowly dragged the fabric upward. There was no hesitation as he pulled your clothes over your head, tossing them somewhere beside the two of you. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin.
His hands were back on you in an instant, skimming up your sides, thumbs grazing just under the band of your bra as he leaned in, kissing along your collarbone, down the valley of your chest.
The anticipation was unbearable, your breath coming in short, needy gasps before the fabric slipped away. The cool air made you shiver, but Johnny was quick to warm you up, his mouth finding your skin again. Kissing softly before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the perky bud, making you moan and pull softly at his hair.Â
He hummed, the vibrations against you causing a whimper to leave your lips. He tilted his head back, releasing your breast with a small pop, immediately diving back into your chest to kiss and mark you in places nobody else would see. His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, the feeling of his clothed cock flush against where you needed him most was almost too much to handle.Â
Johnny groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rocked you against him with more intent. âYou feel that, baby?â he rasped, his fingers digging into your skin. âYou want me just as bad as I want you, donât you?â
The way he said it, the way his voice dripped with need, made you dizzy. Your body answered before your words could, your hips grinding down against him, a desperate moan slipping from your lips.
Johnnyâs grip tightened, and he exhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. âFuck,â he muttered. âSit up, pretty girl.âÂ
Without hesitation, you lifted your hips from his, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he worked fast to undo his belt and free his aching cock. You watched as it sprung out, a drop of pre-cum already leaking at the tip.Â
Johnny worked quickly, sliding your skirt and panties down your legs with practiced ease. Before you could even process the loss of fabric, he was pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, dragging it along your slit in slow, deliberate strokes that had your breath hitching.
A frustrated whimper slipped past your lips, your hips instinctively trying to push down onto him, but his grip on your waist was firm, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His hold on your waist tightened as he continued to tease you, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, never quite pushing in. You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping at his shoulders, desperate for more.Â
âJohnny, please..â you tried, your voice soft.
He hummed, tilting his head slightly, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. âPlease what, baby? At least ask properly.â
Your body trembled as he rolled his hips just enough to nudge against your entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.Â
You swallowed hard, your pride slipping further with every second of his agonizing teasing. âPlease,â you whined, voice breathless and needy. âneed you so bad, please fuck me...â
His smirk faltered for just a moment, his restraint nearly snapping at the way you begged for him. Without another word, he finally pushed into you, stretching you open inch by inch. A small gasp left your lips.Â
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.
Johnny groaned low in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening as he forced himself to move at a steady pace, savoring the way your body welcomed him so perfectly. âFuck, yn,â he murmured, his voice strained. âAlways so tight for me.â
Your head tipped back once again, a broken moan slipping past your lips as he bottomed out, his head kissing at your cervix with just the slightest shift of his hips. He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles against your hips, but the way your walls clenched around him made his patience waver.
âYou okay, angel?â he asked, his voice softer now, despite the way his restraint was hanging by a thread.Â
You nodded quickly, your body already desperate for more. âMhm, feels so good..â
That was all he needed. With a deep, satisfied hum, he pulled out just enough to thrust back in, slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. His hands guided your movements as you rocked against him, your moans spilling into the air between you.
âJust like that, baby,â he praised, his lips grazing your jaw before trailing down to your neck. âTaking me so well.âÂ
Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as you let out a breathy moan, overwhelmed by the way he movedâ how every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. He tilted his head up to watch you, eyes dark, completely filled with a mix of love and lust.Â
âYou feel so good,â he whispered against your skin. His lips trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, lingering at your collarbone before nipping lightly, just enough to make you shiver.
A soft whimper slipped past your lips as he slightly picked up his pace. He caught your sound with a kiss, deep and unhurried, like he wanted to drown in the taste of you. His tongue traced along your bottom lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper, âYou like that? Want more?â
You could only nod, barely able to form words with the way he was unraveling you so effortlessly. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, watching every little reaction, every shiver, every breathy sound that slipped from your lips.
âUse your words, doll, want to hear you.âÂ
A shaky inhale filled your lungs before you managed to whisper, âYes⊠more, please.â
His lips curled into a soft smirk, but there was no teasing in his eyes only devotion, only the overwhelming need to give you exactly what you asked for. His movements deepened, his hips snapping into yours with a bit more urgency, dragging out every sensation. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he buried his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you to match his rhythm.
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body trembling in his arms as your moans grew louder. He was losing himself in you, in the way you felt, the way you soundedâ so sweet, so desperate for him.
âJohnnyââ His name spilled from your lips like a plea, your fingers gripping onto him like youâd fall apart if you let go.
His hands roamed your body, both hands resting just under your breasts, his thumbs rubbing small circles at your nipples. He kissed you again, much deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours with a tenderness that had your heart pounding against your ribs. It wasnât just desire; it was more than that. It was the way he held you like you were something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.
âFuck,â he muttered against your lips, his voice strained, almost like he was trying to hold back but couldnât anymore. âYou feel so damn good⊠canât help it, baby.â
His grip on you tightened as he thrust into you with more intensity, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your toes curl, but his touch remained gentle, his hands smoothing over your skin, grounding you, making sure you were with him through every moment. The sound of your moans only spurred him on, his breath coming out in ragged exhales as he broke the kiss to bury his face against your neck.
âTaking me so well, angel,â he groaned, his lips brushing against your jaw between each word. âSo perfectâ so beautiful âjust for me.â
Your fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as another whimper escaped you, and he nearly lost it right then. His hips snapped forward with more force, his control slipping further with every sound you made.
âGod, you drive me crazy,â he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, filled with adoration and something raw, something unrestrained. âNeed you to know how good you are to me⊠how much I love you.âÂ
You couldnât even form words in response, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you. You clung to him, feeling each thrust of his hips, the way he drove deeper, harder, pushing you toward something higher. Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. His words hung in the air, but your body was too lost in the bliss he was giving you to process them fully.
You couldnât focus on anything except the way his hips crashed into yours, the delicious pressure building inside of you, the tenderness in the way his hands touched you, each movement making you feel like you were in pure bliss.
âJust like that,â he whispered, his pace faltering as he grew closer, but still, he stayed gentle with you, his hands caressing your skin, as if he never wanted to let go.Â
Your body gave in to the intensity of it all, a rush of heat flooding you as you reached your orgasm. His name left your lips in a breathless string of pleas and moans, but still, he whispered praises against your skin, each word a caress, as if he were reminding you of how much you meant to him. Soon both of you reached your limits, his thrusts nearly stopping and cock twitching as he came. The feeling of his warmth seeping into you mixed with your own arousal soaking his length was enough to make your legs twitch and breath hitch once again.
As the intensity began to fade, the air between you was thick with lingering heat, you both slowed, your breaths coming in shaky, uneven gasps. His forehead rested gently against yours, as he soothingly rubbed your sides.Â
He kissed you slowly, deeply, savoring the aftermath, his lips soft against yours as he pulled you closer, like he was trying to keep you attached to him.
But as the world around you slowly started to come back into focus, his words played on a loop in your mind, each one like a soft echo against your chest. As much as you tried to convince yourself it was just the heat of the moment, you couldnât deny it. You knew he meant it.
And deep down, you realized that you really felt the same way. The realization hit you like a wave, slow and steady but impossible to ignore. For the first time, you were tired of parading around the topic of love when it came to him. It wasnât just the sex, the intimacy, or the wild rush of everything that had just happened, it was the way he made you feel, the overwhelming warmth in your chest that never went away when he was around.
All you knew for sure, as your heart beat in time with his, was that you werenât going to shy away from him anymore. You werenât going to play games, or pretend like there was some distance between you. You wanted him. Not just in the way your body craved him, but in the way your heart had always known he was the one you were meant to be with.
You wanted to be his, as badly as he wanted to be yours.
ââŠI love you too,â you breathed out, your voice full of the same raw honesty that had been in his. The words felt like a weight lifted from your chest, the last piece of the puzzle locking into place.
His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in himâ a gentle smile curving his lips as he looked at you, soft with emotion. âYeah?â His voice was quiet, as if he was still letting the confession settle between you both.
You smiled back, still clinging to him. âYeah, Johnny, I love you.â
His lips found yours again in a tender kiss, but this time it was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the sweetness of your confession. âGood,â he mumbled against your lips, holding you close, like heâd never let you go.
The world outside may have still been waiting, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of his arms and the love you had for each other.
Eventually, everything calmed down. He pulled back just slightly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin. âNow,â he spoke up, his voice soft but playful, âletâs get cleaned up and go get some dinner, yeah?â
You chuckled softly, still a little dazed, but the warmth of his words made your heart swell even more. âYeah, I think that sounds perfect.â
As you both reluctantly untangled from each otherâs arms, you shared one last lingering kiss, both of you smiling into it, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you.Â
You were his. And he was yours.
Love letter from mae đ : ughhshshgsh i need him bad đ i rlly do hope u guys like this way more than i do because truly i almost scrapped the whole thing like 7 different times LMFAO
ty for reading!! â„ïžâȘăœ(*ÂŽâïœ)ïŸ
#mae fics#nct x reader#johnny x reader#johnny suh smut#nct hard thoughts#nct imagines#nct smut#nct127 smut#johnny suh#nct#nct 127
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Alphabet Soup
summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.
pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating. cybersex. spit as lube. egregious use of the word 'baby'.
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Alphabet Soup - V
V is for Wally's very inappropriate use of company time. Bud Binns, grandson and owner of Reggie's Auto Repair, is in the garage, under the belly of another vintage car, hard at work and none the wiser.
The expo's in town, part of Split River's annual autumn fair that celebrates community spirit and agriculture. Wally couldn't give less of a shit, but car enthusiasts from orbiting towns have descended in droves and Wally likes the money. He's been up to his elbows in grease and oil since Monday; no time for himself. For homework. For football. For you.
He deserves every break he takes and Bud, so grateful for Wally volunteering his valuable time, shoos him to the break room with a gruff, "ya got fifteen minutes, kid." And, taking full advantage of the windowless room with the lock, Wally hunkers down on the couch and video calls you. He's pent up and frustrated and misses the way his name sounds when you moan it.
You answer after two rings, either having anticipated him or missing him, too, as you're wearing the wine-colored lace set that makes his mouth water. Barely-there bra, crotchless panties, stockings that bulge the flesh of your thighs above the band and make Wally's cock twitch. Your phone already set in the tripod Wally sent you from Amazon for exactly this reason.
"Hey, baby," He purrs, undoes his jeans onehanded, and cups himself. Legs spread wide. Massages his balls as he watches your body arch and curve while you ride the mount he slipped into your room when Janet wasn't looking. The dildo isn't as girthy as he is, but he doesn't want it to beâcalling the shots for what toys you buy because he's got a thing about being the biggest cock to stuff your cunt. "You miss me that bad, huh, sweet girl?"
You moan, cheeks cherry red, plush lips parted around his name, a vision of hot desperation for him.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" He wants to know, cock hardening in his hand as he watches you sink and lift on the dildo. "You thinking about how good I make you feel?"
"I always think of you, Wally," And, fuck, yeah, that's it, pretty girl, show Wally how you like to be fucked. "Only you."
Wally leans into the back of the couch, holding himself, not ready to give in to his need just yet. "What're you thinking about, baby? Tell me what you're picturing. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
He swallows hard when you start describing the fantasy, your tits bouncing as you begin to ride the toy harder, faster, then slow and sensual, leaning back to show off where the dildo disappears inside you. His mouth goes dry as you move, his voice tense when he murmurs, dark and rough, "You like thinking about the way I feel inside you, baby girl? You think of it a lot, don't you?"
Grits his teeth, groans quietly, closing his eyes for a few seconds to rein his control. His cock throbs in his hand, flushed and dribbling; fuck, you're slutty little noises, the way your body moves like liquid metal, "Say my name again, baby. Just like that." And, finally, he spits in his hand and teases over the tip, uses pre to slick himself up so he can fuck his fist how he wants to fuck you. He hisses, a hot shiver running through him; that intense, euphoric flush through his entire body. The way you say his name drives him insane.
It'sâfuck, Godâit's so good. His eyes are glued to the screen, to you, to your hips, your tits, your face. Every sound you release makes his jaw tick as he loses himself.
"Need you so bad, Wally," You whine in pleasure, reaching for something offscreen. A buzz. A gasp. Holding the vibe against your clit as you bounce on the dildo. He can hear the juicy squelch of your pussy around the toy and he groans, eyes rolling back, skin tingling.
"Fuck, baby, your pussy's so wet for me." Wally licks his lips, eyes heavy and eclipsed with desire, "Show me how pretty you are when you come for me, baby."
You keen, "Wish it was you, Wally." His mind goes fucking blue screen when you choke, "You'd make me come so hard..."
"Yeah?" He pants, his hand moving faster, "You want me to make you come, sweet girl?"
He watches you watch him, sees how needy you are for his cock, and a smile flickers across his face. His head is swimming, chest heaving, so ready to come just from watching you, but he tries to hold it together, tries not to succumb to the urge. Not yet. Not until you do.
"Yeah...fuck, that's it. Ride it, baby..." Wally's flushed, head starting to spin. From the need, from wanting you, from how fucking good you are for him, his perfect little porn star. Oh, God, he hears a whimper, a moan, your body trembling as you cry out. A hushed moan, "Yeah? Are you coming for me, baby?"
And you shake, head tossed back, body rigid except your hips which grind the dildo inside you as you come apart. He strips his cock faster as he watches you, has to close his eyes, shit, he's so close, he just needsâ
"Say it again, baby... I'm so close... Say it again. Say my name..."
You do, a sweet, breathy sob forming the syllables that send him crashing over the edge. Comes all over his fist, groan ripped from his chest, head falling back against the couch, holy fuck, baby girl, he already can't wait to do that again.
"My perfect girl," He praises between breaths and slopes you a lazy, satisfied smile.
But there's no time to bask in the afterglow, his fifteen minutes done, and he needs to get back to work before Bud comes looking. He ends the call with a promise to Snap later, it'll be worth it, baby. Stay up, okay?
Wally washes his hands, fixes his jeans, and saunters into the garage in the best mood he's been in all week.
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#Milo Manheim#Wally Clark#Wally Clark x Reader#fem!reader#Wally Clark smut#Wally Clark fanfiction#Milo Manheim fanfiction#School Spirits#zed necrodopolis#Disney Zombies#Alphabet Soup#prompt fill#alphabet challenge#ABC challenge
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May or may not be doing a Pokemon X nuzlocke, may or may not be making said nuzlocke into a comic (that Iâll hopefully have the motivation to keep making once I start it)
Getting just a little bit silly with it, weâll see where this all goes
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#larry talks#donât have anything to tag really#Iâve never been very good at making comics and shit#any stories really cuz I sometimes just lose interest halfway through#but I do wanna work on this cuz I like Pokemon and stuff#itâs always the autism that makes me commit to the bit#got back into reading this one omega ruby earthlocke comic and got inspired to make one of my own#and also since every time Iâve started a nuzlocke Iâve never finished the run#so it would be just a little bit funny to just finish an entire run because if this#wonât reveal or tag the name of the story yet#not until I draw out all of the current characters and shit#and maybe a little bit of legendary Pokemon toxic sibling moments#but yeah uh the Pokemon autism has taken me over and itâs working together with the Sally Face autism to fuck with me#and if youâre asking why Pokemon X and Y for the choice#black and white is too complicated to translate into every character being a pokemon#I didnât feel like doing alpha sapphire#And also X and Y holds a special place in my heart for being one of my first Pokemon games#I prommy Iâll try and post more but Iâve been in a chokehold from all of my interests spinning in my brain#and itâs cold so it makes shit harder to do for me lol
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i fucking hate horse race journalism
#no i am not talking about the literal journalism that covers horse racing#iâm talking about how the news media in the USA handles politics LIKE itâs a fucking horse race#idk who came up with the name bc itâs been a year since i read up on it#but jfc it explains why my skin crawls every time i hear about national politics bc it truly feels like news stations are treating#everything political like itâs sport stats. everything about policies or acts or bills or whatever the fuck all go down to their polls#Polls this#Polls that#but our margin of error will be in tiny fucking font that you canât read bc itâs on TV and youâll need to get real close to read it#also that will only make sense if stats wasnât an elective#i am so fucking tired that every quote is met with a âooooooh is [representative] gonna take it???â or some shit#sorry iâm annoyed rn#presencial debate is on and i canât change the channel despite how much i want to bc something tells me that this debate will#cause me to lose braincells#but what the duck do i know#anyway#ignore me#prob will delete later
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opened a hg fic for the first time in years cos i was like maybe its time maybe i could handle it but then i realised its literally just got 4 characters listed and its billy steve robin nancy and its like. i could push myself to suffer through steve i could honestly try so hard but the thought of having to push myself through steve AND nancy AND robin??? thats pretty much my entire blacklist okay the ocean isn't even strong enough for that. get real
#if u wanna villainify billy and make shit posts and share ur silly little opinions about how hes the worst character on the show?#fine go off u obvsly don't know him do ur worst etc#if u wanna tell me that not only would billy date steve fucking harrington but also be bffs with nancy and robin? ???? in what WORLD#billy gets the fuck outta hawkins literally as soon as he can and in like 10 yrs time if u told him their names he would be like#'the fuck is that?'#obviously he knows max cos in a Good World max leaves with him. Bad World max follows him as soon as she can#and he knows heather cos they def keep in touch#might lose touch over the years cos Life but at first! they do keep in touch!#hawkins and like every one in it aside from 2 or 3 ppl literally mean nothing to him#sorry for being a hater sorry for not drafting this post like i usually do with all my other shitty opinions#but its friday morning and i miss reading billy fic and there is only so many times i can reread the same few :(#m#text
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Soo it happen again huh
#horrendous behavior and nobody wants to take responsibility#because is so much easier to keep this papĂĄ caliente game going on went some âsideâ does something awful but is not their fault because#the other side has done something awful as well#and we just keep going and going and nobody ever does nothing to you know try and make this place of supposly fun less of a hell for everyo#seriously I want to smack so many people a tv show is not worth losing the sense of humanity#and you donât have to be directly involved in whatever happens to be like mmm maybe this kind of behavior is not fucking normal#doing stuff as simply as cultivating your little corner without attacking anyone#oh they said an spec you donât like oh they ship a ship donât like well move on and let it be#(there the exception of when the discourse has stuff like racism misogyny or with doxing attacks thatâs absolutely has to be called out )#yes you donât send hate anon yes you donât run a blog attacking people or participate in directly attack behavior#but maybe getting comfortable casually hating on fans of a ship maybe can normalize that behavior and maybe the people that need#to log off and learn how to be humans again will see that and get use to indirectly hating other fans creating mock names for them and mayb#when they stumble a blog of someone that is not âon their sideâ they will feel more comfortable sending death threats and so out of touch#accusations#I overall stay away from drama I curate my experience but I have seen mentions this behavior from absolutely both sides both buddie mutual#bucktommy mutuals and multishippers being attacked#and nobody wants to take responsability they just throw the rock and said well the other side does it as well why should be the ones doing#we so easily call other behaviors but god fordib we take a moment to take a look into ours#what others do is not our responsability but the kind of enviorment we cultivates and endorse it is#I donât think people who donât do any of this attacking should take responsibility for it (like apologizing is what I saw was the apparent#Expectation) what I think is important is the overall recognition from both sides of hey under#no circumstance this behavior is okey and doing small simply stuff in our corner can help everyone have a better environment#And wells thereâs still idiot people who are way to online and donât understand nobody owns them to like the same ship or character#And that if you donât agree with opinions you are not obligated to interact with that content simply as that I honestly donât understand#What people sending death threats over characters genuinely hope to achieve#But maybe a little bit of excile of people perpetuating this can send the message hey this is not okey and I think is stronger if the call#Comes from inside the house#but if we go well is the other side fault every single time we are never getting out of this circle of toxicity#My two cents that probably nobody will read because of the lenght#911 discourse
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ââ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader
ââ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.
ââ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?
ââ NOTE : Minors DNI. Damian is an adult. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
⯠Bruce Wayne
Bruce eats pussy like itâs a goddamn art formâheâs precise, calculated, and maddeningly patient. He starts slow, always. Those big hands spread you open, thumbs keeping you vulnerable as he just looks at you, like youâre a meal heâs been starving for. Then, his tongue starts, slow and flat, dragging up from your entrance to your clit in one smooth stroke that has your breath catching. He doesnât rush, not at firstâhe builds you up so slowly that youâre practically begging him to stop teasing. When he gets serious? Oh, youâre fucked. Bruce focuses entirely on your clit, his tongue pressing firm and circling in ways that have your thighs trembling. He slides two fingers inside you, curving them just right to hit that spot, and he watches you. His dark eyes stay locked on your face, reading every reaction like heâs solving some complex puzzle. And god, he loves control. If you try to squirm or close your legs, he growls, low and dangerous, âStay still, or Iâll stop.â Spoiler: he never actually stops, but the threat alone keeps you in place. When you cum, he doesnât let up. His tongue keeps working you, dragging you through wave after wave until youâre crying out his name, completely wrecked.
⯠Dick Grayson
Dick? Heâs a pussy-eating legend. You know how some people enjoy it? Dick fucking loves it. He dives in like itâs his favorite thing in the world, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his face buried between your legs as he moans like a man possessed. Heâs messy about it, tooâhis tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking on your clit like heâs trying to ruin you. But Dick knows exactly how to build you up. Heâll start with long, teasing licks, making you squirm and whimper, and then he focuses entirely on your clit. His tongue moves in quick, flicking motions, switching it up with soft sucks that send shocks through your entire body. And heâs loud. He moans into you, murmuring things like, âYou taste so fucking good,â and âI could stay down here all night.â His fingers? Fucking perfect. He slips two inside you effortlessly, curling them up in time with his tongue until youâre sobbing from the intensity. And Dick doesnât stop when you cum. Nope. He keeps going, even as youâre begging him for mercy, his grin widening against your skin because he knows heâs got you falling apart.
⯠Jason Todd
Jason eats pussy like heâs got something to prove. Thereâs nothing soft or sweet about itâitâs raw, filthy, and absolutely fucking primal. He doesnât even bother teasing you. The second your legs are open, his face is buried between them, his tongue lapping at you like heâs starving. His grip on your thighs is bruisingâhe keeps you pinned in place no matter how much you try to squirm. His tongue is relentless, focusing on your clit with harsh flicks and sucks that have you seeing stars in seconds. Jasonâs all about intensityâhe groans against you, low and rough, sending vibrations through your body. And when he slides his fingers inside you, Itâs game over. He pumps them hard and fast, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over until youâre screaming his name. Jason loves watching you lose control. Heâll pull back just enough to smirk at you, his lips and chin soaked, and growl, âCâmon, baby. Let me hear you.â And when you finally cum? He doesnât stop. He forces you to take every second of it, holding you down as he works you through the aftershocks, leaving you completely wrecked.
⯠Damian Wayne
Damian is precise. He approaches eating pussy like a challenge, determined to reduce you to nothing but gasps and moans. He starts slow, dragging his tongue through your folds with maddening patience, watching your every reaction. His hands hold your thighs apart, firm but not rough, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Once he finds what works, Damian locks in like a man on a mission. His tongue circles your clit in perfect, rhythmic motions, alternating with soft flicks that have your back arching off the bed. He doesnât get messyâeverything he does is intentional, calculated, and devastatingly effective. His fingers join the party soon enough, sliding inside you with ease, curling up to hit your G-spot with every stroke. Damianâs all about control. If you try to move, he tightens his grip, growling, âStay still. Iâm not done with you yet.â Heâs also vocal in a way thatâs almost mocking. âLook at you. Falling apart for me already.â And when you cum? Damian doesnât stop. He keeps going, overstimulating you until youâre trembling, tears streaming down your face as you beg him to let you breathe. Heâll finally pull back, wiping his mouth with a smug smirk, because he knows no one else can make you feel like that.
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Scent
Miguel OâHara X f!reader
Summary:Â It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. (In which Miguel goes feral when you ovulate)
Word count: 4k+
Warnings: Language. Obvs. S m u t. Obvs. Oral, f receiving. P in V (no protection), cum eating. Cheesy probs. Reader says Miguel's name a lot lmfao not beta read.
Minors DNI.
Honestly, I donât know how any of this stuff works. This is some bullshit and none of it makes sense. Enjoy.
...
Miguel was fucking losing it.Â
He couldnât focus, couldnât keep his head on straight. There was a thick fog clouding his judgment, disorienting him like a fever he couldnât sweat out.
It started with a scent.
Light at first, a barely there whiff of something.Â
It lingered at HQ, trailing between passageways and different conference rooms. There were times when it didn't linger at all for weeks. Then it'd start right up again, progressively getting worse.
It was an intoxicating scent. And he knew it was yours. How could it not be when you spent the most time with him?
It happened once a month for a week at most, and like clockwork, his body reacted viciously, betraying him of all logical thoughts. Your scent seized him by the throat in a sort of chokehold. Some days were unbearable, your scent so strong that heâd have to fight with every muscle and nerve in his body not to touch you, to not bend you over andâ
Well. That wasn't a healthy thought.
Recently (the last two months to be exact), heâd have to excuse himself and step out of the room for a few minutes whenever youâd arrive from your world to report for duty, sneaking off to the restroom to tug on his cock till he felt some relief. Images of you would flash in his mind: you on your knees with your lips wrapped around him, or the pained face he'd imagine would twist your features when sinking down on his thick length. He'd come in his hand, sticky ropes of white, using his release to coat his stiff length and go again.
He never truly felt satiated. It was something to keep his appetite at bay. But once heâd come back and face you heâd get hard all over again, drugged out on whatever smell it was that emanated off of you.
Heâd salivate like a dog and his bulge would grow uncomfortably large in his skin-tight suit. It got to the point where he couldnât face you, and whenever youâd greet him heâd return it with a simple grunt, giving you a clear view of his broad, imposing back. He never looked at you anymore unless to sneak in a quick glance and even then, itâd make his cock twitch in desperation, the head weeping, begging to be touched.
He was fucking feral, like a Neanderthal, primitive and obsessed.
You smelled rich, mildly tangyânot like the fruity perfumes some of the spider ladies wore around him. No, it was something else entirely, something earthy, like what he imagined was between your delicate legs. Like wet cunt ready to be taken.Â
And God, did he want to take it.
âŠ
"Miguel."Â
He tensed up at the sound of your voice, running a hand through his unruly dark hair. Maybe the cafeteria at HQ wasnât the best hiding spot.
It was the middle of the monthâJuly fifteenth to be exactâwhich meant you had that smell again.
You were ovulating.
He knew enough about female anatomy to put the pieces together when he realized that about two weeks after his body reacted to your scent, you'd be in a terrible mood.
"What crawled up your ass?" He'd asked you once, keeping his eyes on all his monitors but immediately noting your discomfort. You sat on a chair beside him, head in your arms as you leaned on the desk.
He could feel you glaring daggers at his profile.
"Shut up. I'm on my period, asshole."
He did shut up after that.
Blood immediately began to rush toward his cock, bringing it to life.
You stood in front of him, one hand on your hip while the other held a plastic container from the empanada joint everyone had a taste for.Â
"What?" Miguel uttered, keeping his eyes trained on a particular stain on the otherwise pristine white table. Any distraction was a welcomed distraction.
You pulled back the chair opposite of his, plopping down on it unceremoniously. The action sent waves of your aroma toward him like a crashing wave, engulfing him completely. He stiffened, dropping his head slightly while the heel of his hand pressed over his growing bulge.Â
"You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?"Â
âIâŠdonât know what youâre talking about.â He said through gritted teeth, fangs visible when he grimaced. His scarlet eyes wandered over your face for a few seconds before he ripped them away, barely avoiding the twitch in your brow and the growing frown on your lips.
âSeriously?â You scoffed, âYouâve been avoiding me for, what, two months? Iâm surprised I got a hold of you. Youâre never in the cafeteria.â You ripped open the container, digging inside to grab the fried little snack. âDo we have a problem Iâm not aware of?â
Miguel watched you take a bite of the empanada, committed to memory the way your tongue lapped at the grease coating your lips. His hand pressed harder over his cock, and at that moment he cursed himself for implementing the suit-only rule. He could really use a pair of sweatpants right now.
âWell? Do we?â You challenged him, defiant as always. You had this look in your eye that heâs seen beforeâyour adrenaline was about to kick into overdrive. Always ready for a fight.
He sighed, shaking his head, willing himself to breathe. He felt sweat begin to bead across his hairline, strands of his hair sticking down the sides of his face. Your scent was becoming unbearable, overwhelming him to the point where he felt lightheaded. He licked his dry lips, carelessly running the tip of his tongue over his sharp canines only to pierce through the delicate muscle. The salty taste of iron exploded in his mouth and he grunted, pinching his eyes shut in frustration.Â
"Mig."
âNo!â He finally barked, slamming a fist over the table. It shook from the weight of his large hand, the empty container almost flying off the surface. You went wide-eyed for a moment at his outburst before pressing the last bite of your snack between your lips, unfazed.
âIt clearly doesnât seem that way,â you replied calmly, but the twitch in your brow remained and your eyes narrowed. You wiped your mouth and fingers with a brown recyclable napkin meticulously, âif you have a problem, say so.â
One thing you had in common with Miguel was your bluntness. You always cut to the chase, saying what you needed to without much thought. It was one of the things that he appreciated in a fellow spider person but right now it only served to irritate him. That last thing he wanted was to deal with someone as fucking stubborn as him.
He must've looked like hell because when you regarded him, the hardness in your eyes softened immensely as if only just realizing his disheveled appearance. You went to touch his hand over the table but he snatched it away before you could, glaring.Â
"You don't look so good,â you reasoned quietly, stung by his actions, âdâyou need some help?â
"M'fine."
"I don't thinkâ"
"Listen to me very carefully," Miguel hissed, nose flaring and skin burning hot, "I need you to get away from me."Â
"Whatâ"
"I'm not gonna tell you again," he seethed, cock struggling to break free from the constraints of his suit, "Go. Leave."
You were stunned into silence, tapping your fingers over the table awkwardly before grabbing your mess and leaving without another word.
Miguel watched you leave with a groan, dropping his head back in aggravation.
He was so fucked.
âŠ
You hadn't shown up to HQ in a while. He couldn't blame you.Â
While that should've been a win for Miguel, it wasn't. Sure, the violent attacks on his body had diminished somewhat, but now, just because you werenât around as much didnât mean you didnât leave his thoughts for a second.
He could've called youâhad that stupid watch to contact youâsee if you were okay. But his pride assaulted him every time he so much as glanced at his watch.Â
His thoughts circulated and continued, imagining you in all the positions he wanted to put you in, which landed him back in the restroom for a daily cock tug when he shouldâve been working.
The spiderverse needed to be controlled and admittingly, you were one of the best on his team. You were stealthy and intelligentâhe needed you more than he'd cared to admit.
And...he missed you.
But you were off fighting crime and restoring the peace in your universeâat least that was the excuse you'd given him, only showing face when it was absolutely necessary.
Which, as of late, wasnât very necessary.
And still, he suffered.
...
Earth- 0708.Â
A shit show of a universe where the height of winter was in the middle of fucking August. It was snowing, small tufts of flurries lightly coating the ground in white.
Miguel knew exactly where to find you. Sunnyside, Lowery Street off the seven train. On the corner of a bodega by the broken lamp post. He could walk to your apartment complex blind if he really wanted to.
And there it was. He could smell you upon arrivingâthrough the concrete and rusty red brick, up the five floors to your windowâhe could smell you. His hands shook (not from the cold) as his claws gripped the aging wall, his cock doing its usual swelling.
You must have sensed him immediately, slamming your bedroom window open and peering out into the darkness before he could even make it to your window. The cold wind blew and carried your scent. Mierda.Â
âMiguel?â You called out, squinting down at him as he scaled the dusty brick wall. When he finally came face to face with you, he lowered his mask, revealing his flushed face and sweat-slicked hair. He could see his breath come out in short, little puffs.
âYou couldnât use the front door like a normal person?â You asked with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms.
âWhen were we ever normal people?â It was meant to come out smooth as butter but Miguelâs voice was hoarse, throat seemingly drier than the Sahara. He cleared it, stepping through the window, turning around to quickly slam it shut. He was concentrating, forcing himself to take a deep breath before turning around to face you, except, you were already gone, disappearing deeper into your apartment.
He grunted, rubbing his eyes. He thought heâd gotten better at controlling himself. The gentle breathing helped, but it didnât mean he wasnât struggling to keep his cock under control. It twitched a few times, and he groaned, exiting your bedroom. It was now or never.
You were in your tiny kitchen, stirring a cup of tea while the TV in the living room softly played some sitcom he remembered you were into. You were in a black hoodie and gray sweats, your hair messily thrown up in a ponytail. Heâd seen you this way more than he could count. When did you become so pretty? Miguel didnât understand it. You were under his nose this whole time, and he never really looked at you. Well, that was wrong. He did, of course, he did, but he never indulged. He was too much of a workaholic for that.
âWhat do you want?â You asked, monotoned, âI took care of all the bad guys so I know you're not here for that.â You propped your elbows on your kitchen counter, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you peered up at him. Youâd always told him he looked massive in your apartment as if his shoulders would cave the entire place in, and now, with you looking at him like thatâall doe eyes and confusionâjust a tiny thing, wellâŠhis cock twitched.
He swallowed thickly, jaw tense as he looked away from you to collect himself.
âI gotta ask you somethin'.â The words rushed out of his mouth, the flashing images on the TV seemingly more interesting to him than anything else.
âShoot.âÂ
âItâs⊠gonna sound weird, bare with me.â
âOâŠkay.âÂ
Miguel turned away from you as he always did, hoping to curb his sweltering need to take you against your wall like a beast. âAre you ovulating?â It was quiet for a beat, and his heart flew into his throat in pure mortification.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me, Iâm not repeating it again.âÂ
âMiguel, what the fuckââÂ
âJustâanswer the Goddamn question, por favor.â He pinched the bridge of his nose, bowing his head in frustration. He felt hot, his body burning as if molten lava flowed through his veins. His tone must have done something because when he looked over his shoulder you were on your phone tapping a few buttons.
â...Yes,â you finally answered, bringing your gaze to meet his half-lidded eyes, âaccording to my app.âÂ
âMierda,â He groaned, dropping his head in his hands, âfuck. Okay.âÂ
âYou gonna tell me whatâs going on, Miguel?â
âAnd you ovulate mid-month? Between the twelfth and sixteenth? No donâtâdonât look at me like that, please,â Miguel choked as he began to pace back and forth, ignoring the incredulous look on your face that was both humiliating and overwhelmingly arousing at the same time, âJustâjust answer.â Another beat of silence engulfed you both as you searched the information through your period tracker with a shaky hand.
âUhh, yeah, t-thatâs right.â You placed your phone down on the counter, your tea now cold and long forgotten. âMigâŠwhatâs with the questions? How dâyou even know that?â
He finally paused his steps to run a hand through his hair before facing you from a safe distance, hoping you wouldnât notice the growing erection burning hot between his legs from the angle he was in. If you noticed the large space between you both, you didnât mention it.
âI havenât been ignoring you,â you snorted at the comment, and again, he pinched the bridge of his nose, âI havenât been ignoring you by choice, me entiendes?âÂ
âSo what is it then?â You took a couple of steps closer while he took a couple of steps back.
âItâs your scentâyou smell so fucking good and it's driving fucking crazy, muñeca.âÂ
âI-I donât understand, Mig, whatââ
âLook, I donât understand it either,â he ran a hand through his locks again and again as if ready to rip the strands off, âall I know is you have aâŠscent when you ovulate every monthâŠand, wellâŠâ he dropped both arms to his sides, standing there like an idiot as you stepped closer to drink him in. Your eyes traced him over, his broad shoulders and muscled arms, his thick thighs, and his engorged coâ
âM-Miguel?â Your gaze was pinned to his bulge, pushing against the confines of his suit. âWhy didn't you tell me anything?â
The question made him burnâmade him bare his fangs and curl his hands into tight fists.
"What did you expect?â He spat, pacing again, âHow was I gonna tell you some shit like this?" He licked his lips, his body feeling feverish. If he didn't leave soon he was sure to do something he'd regret.
âMiguel, come here.â He ignored you, much too irritated and embarrassed to do anything but just stand there. His jaw clicked, the bone shifting under the skin as he grinded his teeth in frustration. He could hear your footsteps padding softly behind him until you stood in front of him, craning your neck just to make eye contact.
It was unbearable being in your presence. He was going lightheaded again, the arousal almost blinding.
âMig? D-did you need some help?â You whispered, your fingers ghosting over his chiseled abdomen, ready to trail lower but his large hand gripped you by the wrist, halting your movements.
âNo.â He choked, âIâm not gonna force you to do something you donât want to. Just came to tell you.â
âWhat if I want to?â You continued, lifting your free hand to press your warm palm over his heaving chest, âWhat if I told you Iâve wanted to do this for a long time?âÂ
Miguel hissed as soon as you cupped his erection, gently rubbing your palm up and down the smooth surface of his bulge, hidden behind the silky fabric of his suit.
âPoor Miguelâall this suffering, all this grief, when all you needed was for me to relieve you,â you tutted, feeling how incredibly hard he was, âso I have a scent, huh?â Miguel groaned, his head lolling to the side as he watched your careful movements. The friction wasnât enough, but it was more than he could have asked for in the last few months. His hand was nothing compared to yours. âWhat do I smell like then?â
âLike wet pussy,â he swallowed thickly, hands fighting the urge to grip you by the waist, âsmells amazing, muñeca.â He hissed again when you gripped him firmly.
âYeah?â You smiled, your eyes just as hooded as his, âAnd what do you want to do to me?âÂ
A growl rumbled in his chest. Without saying another word, he pushed you back against the closest wall, caging you in his large arms.
âYou have no idea the things I want to do to you.â He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose over yours. Your eyes fluttered, lips parting to take the tiniest breaths, chest heaving in arousal.Â
âShow me.â You breathed before Miguel kissed you. He curled around you, sealing you away from everything that wasnât him. Your scent had his head buzzing, had him licking wildly into your mouth, his fangs grazing your skin more times than you could count.Â
He pawed at your hoodie, his claws sinking into the black fibers of the fabric. âDo you care about this?â He said between kisses, skimming the delicate skin underneath.
âIt was an ex-boyfriendâs.â You yelped when Miguel tore into the hoodie immediately, ripping apart the seams with ease. You weren't wearing a t-shirt underneath, leaving you bare above the waist.
âNot important then.â He muttered, tossing the thick shreds of fabric aside in favor of touching your bare skin. He noted your eyes, how blown your pupils were at his actions. You were cold, nipples pebbling and goosebumps forming over your arms. Miguel cooed, his thumbs reaching out to rub the sensitive nubs on your chest, tugging them between his fingers. Your head fell back against the wall, a mewl escaping you.Â
âMiguel,â you moaned, arching your body into his skillful hands. He brought you flushed against him, pressing his face into your neck and licking a stripe up to your ear.
âÂżQuĂ© pasĂł, hermosa? I barely touched you,â Miguel chuckled, lifting you up in his arms with ease and walking to your bedroom. He threw you on your bed, and within seconds, your sweats were pulled down with your panties, hastily tossed to the side.Â
He observed you like a beast on the hunt, eyes trained on your glistening cunt. There it was, the source of his misfortunes for all those months, weeping and swollen with arousal, just waiting to be fucked. His mouth watered, watching you slowly swirl your fingers between your folds, coating two digits with your slick before presenting them to him.
âWanna taste?â
He saw how your juices clung to your fingers like glossy webs when you wiggled them toward him. He kneeled in front of you, gripping your wrist in his hand and lapping at your essence, plunging your fingers into his mouth. He moaned in relief as if tasting you was the cure to every issue he'd encountered.
You gasped, mouth slightly ajar as you watched him. It was so obscene how this man took pleasure from your taste alone, coating your fingers entirely in his spit. You whined, the sensation of his tongue causing your cunt to flutter, desperate to be filled.
âMiguel,â you whined, âget rid of the suit.â He chuckled over your fingers, letting you feel the tip of his fang over the soft pads before releasing them with a gentle pop. He stood to his full height, dwarfing you, glowing in that suit of his. Slowly, the tech that held his suit together scurried down the length of his body like falling stars until he was completely nude. His cock sprung forward, finally released from its prison, standing large and proud.
âOh my god,â Miguel heard you mutter, saw how your eyes were trained on the angry red tip, shining with precome. His chest puffed with pride. You licked your lips, mind already set on the task you'd given yourself. You moaned, desperate for a taste of him.
He didn't give you much time to react, surging forward to place a hand around your delicate throat, putting the slightest bit of pressure before pushing you down flat.Â
"Next time. I need to taste you." His eyes were glowing, burning red in the dim lighting of your bedroom. He knelt again, grabbing your hips firmly and pulling you roughly toward the edge of the bed before devouring your cunt like a starved man.
"Shit," you cried, hands immediately tugging on his hair as you threw your head back, "M-Miguel." He was insatiable, tongue swirling around your clit several times before lapping at your soaked folds, moaning at the tangy taste.Â
"Que rico," he muttered to himself, the vibrations of his voice over your cunt causing you to cry out. He continued his assault, dipping his tongue into your hole, a testament of what was to come. Then, without warning, he plunged his middle finger inside, immediately hitting something that made you see stars. You choked and heaved, pulling at his hair as he fucked you with his thick finger while sucking on your clit.
"Fuuuck, Miguel, I-I think I'mâ" you threw your head back, eyes rolling as you came, gushing all over Miguel's mouth and hand. You trembled, almost sobbing when he hadn't let up, feasting on your juices as his finger continued to thrust into you.
"M-Miguel, I can't," you whined, your hands fighting to lift his head away from your aching cunt, but he ignored you, too drunk on your taste to stop. He carefully added a second finger, easily finding a rhythm to thrust into you. The stretch had you gasping for air, thighs trembling on either side of his head. If two fingers were too much for you then his cock would surely be a challenge.
Miguel's eyes were closed, tongue hungrily lapping at the wetness you produced, and within seconds had you falling apart with a wicked moan. Your cunt squeezed his two fingers when you came again, coating his hand and chin with your slick. You sobbed, begging him to stop, and he did, placing a wet kiss on each of your inner thighs before carefully pulling his fingers out.
"Look at me, hermosa." You hiccupped, craning your neck to look at Miguel with blurry eyes. He already had his red gaze pinned on you, and when he had your attention he placed his cum coated fingers into his mouth, humming in approval at the taste.
You were mesmerized, not even fucked by his cock yet but somehow already drunk on the anticipation. You whimpered, watching him lap up the last of your juices on his fingers.
"M-miguel?"
"You taste so fucking good," he growled with a shake of his head, pushing his face into your pulsating cunt one more time to breathe in your intoxicating scent. His hot breath over your pussy made your toes curl, sighing in contentment when he placed a quick kiss on your swollen clit.
Miguel climbed on the bed, caging your hips with his muscular thighs. His cock slid against your folds, your slick already lubricating him. You were still shaking, your hands now finding purchase on his biceps.
"ÂżEstĂĄs bien, amor?" He asked, leaning down to pepper kisses over your tear stained face. He was getting sappy, he knew. He couldn't help it, not with the way you came so pretty for him.
"Mhm," you sighed, letting him arrange your trembling legs over his hips, his cock pressing more firmly into your aching wet core.Â
"Good." He spit on his hand and ran it over his stiff shaft a few times before pushing your thighs up so that your knees touched your shoulders, effectively folding you in half. He lined up the head, ready to push in, but stopped when he heard you whimper.
"It's been a while, Miguel," you explained with wet eyes, "I haven't...in a while a-and you're so bigâ"
"It's okay, I know you can take me, hm?" Miguel brushed a few damp strands away from your sweaty face. He leaned down to kiss you, and he knew you could taste yourself on his lips. It made his cock twitch over you, and with no further delay he notched the head of his cock into your hole, slowly pushing in.
You moaned, eyebrows knitting at the stretch of him. He panted, pushing inch by devastating inch, all the while watching your face for any signs. You were falling apart, eyes screwed shut and nails digging into the meat of his arms.
"I can't," you choked, your hips fighting against the offending pain, but Miguel was quick in securing you in place, continuing to spear you with his cock, "M-Miguel, y-your too big, it's too much!"
"Shhh, hermosa, si puedes," Miguel closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the way your cunt fluttered over him, fighting to take him in, "look how good you're doing for me, mm, asĂ mismo."Â
He pushed deeper, swallowing your cries with a kiss as he bottomed out, his balls pressing nicely against your ass.Â
"ÂżVes? " He cooed, bumping his nose against yours as you whimpered, "I told you, you could do it." He chuckled at your glare, kissing you again before thrusting experimentally into you.
You moaned, tossing your head back, exposing your throat. You felt full to the brim, completely stuffed. Miguel wasted no time surging forward to lick and nip at your neck as he moved above. Each thrust shook your bed, the springs of your mattress coming to life as Miguel fucked you deeper. Your pussy was drenched, soaking his cock as he glided in and out of you effortlessly. The stretch burned but it was delicious, and Miguel knew you were cock drunk when your mouth fell open, tears running down your cheeks.
"ÂżAsĂ te gusta, hermosa?" Miguel moaned, his breath fanning over your skin as he pounded deeply into you. His cock reached something within you that had a sob ripping from your throat.
"Oh my God," you whined, feeling the constant slap, slap, slap of his balls against your ass, "Fuuuck."
"That's the spot?" He heaved, his fangs glistening with saliva, "That's where you want it?" He continued his relentless pace, hitting that spot with precision over and over again. The sounds of your squelching pussy made him feral, slamming into you until you screamed, watching you fall apart before his eyes.
You came hard, gushing all over his cock, vision blurry and head in the clouds. Miguel helped you ride your high until you were nothing more than a quivering mess below him, sobbing as he continued to thrust before emptying his load inside you.
He grunted, head tossed back as he pressed his hips tightly against you, filling you up with everything he had.Â
"Fuck," he groaned, pausing to give himself a moment to breathe before slowly fucking his cum into you. It was too much, leaking out of your hole and over his cock, soaking into the sheets below. "Even better than I imagined." He muttered, shifting to pepper kisses all over your face again. You sighed in content, feeling comfortable in the way his cock was still nestled in you.
"¿Estås bien, muñeca?" Miguel asked, dropping his forehead against yours. He still had you folded in half, his large arms on either side of you. You nodded with a sigh, turning your head to place a chaste kiss on the inside of his wrist.
"Good," he grinned, gently snapping his hips against your ass, letting more of his spend leak from your hole, "cuz I'm not done with you yet."
#spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fanfiction
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how do you think the boys would be with an mc who's like deathly scared of sex, like she wants it but is so terribly frightened of it :( like she can cuddle and kiss them but she gets scared when things get sexual :(
I have so many asks in my inbox but this one caught my eye :3
This took kinda a dark turn in zayne's + Caleb's so tw for dubcon/noncon, not proof read
CW: fam!reader (she/her pronouns used) male masturbation, making out, pantie stealing (?) baby trapping, use if 'gege' (Caleb's) let me know if I missed any đ©·
Dividers by @/v6que and @/anitalenia!!
Xavier â àšà§
Xavier would never force you into doing anything that you're not comfortable with. He wouldn't be pushy at all. When you're ready, he's ready. But that doesn't mean he doesn't get blue balls when you make out with him :(
Your lips moving perfectly against his, his tongue caressing yours... His hands on your hips.. But it's all gone when he starts to lose his resolve and grinds his hips against yours. You pull away, Xavier mentally cursing himself for getting ahead of himself and ruining the moment.
So when he leaves your place somewhere around 10:30 pm after finishing a movie, the moment he steps into his apartment he rushes to his room to relieve himself.
He thinks about how your cunt would feel wrapped around his length, so warm and tight. Pumping his cock in his fist, pre cum seeping from his slit. He can't help but cum moaning your name.
Rafayel â àšà§
Rafayel can be needier than most, but he always puts your comfort before his. He loves you to the point where just having your presence around him is enough to satisfy him.
So the first time you get intimate with him is very cute! Playfulness and teasing all around. Rafayel takes a more wholesome approach to things, making sure to praise you the way you deserve.
Feather light kisses, giggling and other wholesome things to lighten up the mood. Because there's one thing Rafayel doesn't want you feeling when being intimate with him, that being scared.
Zayne â àšà§
Zayne is totally fine with you not being comfortable being intimate with him. He's a busy guy, so chased kiesses and cute dates work fine. At least that's what you see on the outside.
On the inside, he is raging with sexual frustration. He does a good job of hiding it though, taking cold showers to get rid of his sexual tension. It gets to a point where cold showers aren't cutting it anymore.
And before he knows it, he's using the spare key to you apartment. He's going through your underwear drawer, he tries to rationalize his actions. But the way you cute black lace panties feel around his cock overpowers any sanity he has left.
And if you found out? Could you really blame him? You make it hard not to loose control of his usually composed demeanor.
Sylus â àšà§
Sylus is nothing if not patent. The time will come when you will get over your fears, the time will come when you crave him in every way he craves you.
And when that time comes, you will share the same longing Sylus has felt for lifetimes. Sylus is nothing if not gentle. Slow, soft and sensual. His hands moving all over your body, his lips fitting perfectly with yours.
He loves the way you look at him, unsure, hesitant... He loves when your face contorts in pleasure, when you realize that there was nothing to be fearful of. He loves when you depend on him for pleasure, because he's the only one you can make you feel good.
He's the only one who can make you see stars when you give him your everything.
Caleb â àšà§
Caleb knows your scared, it's okay, he only wants the best for you. And the best thing for you is to go dumb on his cock and take his seed. Let him knock you up, he knows it's scary. But when he fucks his baby into you, everything will be okay, you'll be safe.
He'll make sure of it, you trust him right? His pipsqueak trusts her gege to make the right choice for her? Ssh ssh it's okay I know baby, just take it... Just focus on how good it feels. As he pumps his hot load into you, tears streaming down your face.
He would kiss your tears away and tell you how good you were for him, he would apologize for hurting you... He was just doing what's in your best interest, you can forgive him right?
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in every lifetime
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summary: you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds? pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader warnings: post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), angst (mentions of death, loss from both reader and logan), no use of y/n. word count: 2.1k a/n: this is my first logan fic, so if anything is ooc, i'm sorry in advanced! just like everyone else, i've been obsessed with hugh jackman / logan after watching deadpool & wolverine (if it isn't obvious lol)... i had the song 'unchained melody' in mind when writing this story because whenever i hear it, i think of logan for some reason lol (tried to embed it but it didn't work, but i'd highly recommend listening to the song while reading this!) anyway, hope you enjoy! next part.
âIâll be back.â
âBut what ifââ
âI always come back, bub.â Loganâs looking down at you, hand cupping your cheek. In moments like this, you can see the age in his features. The crows feet at the corners of his eyes. The gray in his hair and beard.Â
âLoganâŠâ Tears sting your eyes. You know he has to leave, has to go help Charles, but thereâs a feeling deep in your gut that knows that if he goes, he isn't coming back.Â
âWait for me, then.â He says, dipping down to gently peck your lips. âOkay? Wait for me.âÂ
âLogan,â you repeat. âWhat do I do if Iâ if I lose you?âÂ
Thereâs a feeling in the pit of Loganâs stomach, a sense of dread and fear that heâs only ever felt when you were concerned. This feels a lot like a goodbye⊠That maybe if he does go, he wonât come back. And the thought alone scares him. He never used to have to think about the possibility of dying, his regenerative powers always healing him in record time, but he knows that he doesnât heal as quickly as before. He feels more pain now than he ever had. And he knows heâs sick, knows that the adamantium that once gave him strength is now slowly making him weaker.
But now, the thought of dying⊠It fucking scared him. It scared him to think that heâd leave you here, all alone, grieving him. He had never thought heâd be deserving of someone like you, to be loved and taken care of so gently, so sweetly, so patiently. Even with all of the baggage he carried, you never pushed. He knew, right off the bat, that you deserved someone so much better than him, but you stayed.Â
Through it all, you stayed.Â
And Logan would forever be grateful. After everything heâs been through, the things heâs seen, the things he had to do, the people heâs lost, you gave him a life that was finally worth living.Â
âThen, you move on, darlinâ.â Logan finally answers.Â
âAnd if I canât?âÂ
âYouâll have to.âÂ
âI donât⊠I donât want you to go, but I know that you have to. Charles needs you andââ
âI love you with every fiber of my being, baby,â Logan interjects. âAnd I will love you in every lifetime.âÂ
And that was almost a year ago. The moment he stopped calling, you knew that was it. That he either got into some real trouble or⊠Or that he was no longer here. It wasnât until a young girl named Laura showed up on your doorstep, holding his dog tags that your assumptions were correct.Â
You had fallen to your knees, a sob escaping your lips, as you felt your world come crashing down. Loganâs death had left a gaping hole in your heart, in your life, and everywhere you looked and everywhere you went, all you could see was him.Â
You learned from Laura that during his last moments, he had told her to come and find you, that you would take care of her and give her a good life. Whenever you were around her, you tried to be strong, tried to put on a brave front, but behind closed doors, you were a complete mess. There were days where you didnât want to get out of bed, didnât want to eat; you just wanted the pain to stop. Every night, whenever you closed your eyes, you forced yourself to sleep because that was the only place where you could be with him.Â
In your dreams, he was alive.Â
In your dreams, he had made it back home.
In your dreams, he was here with you, helping raise Laura.Â
And every time you woke up, you were welcomed with the sudden reality that he wasnât alive. He wasnât coming back home. He wasnât ever going to be here with you to help raise Laura.Â
Logan was dead and now, you had to try and learn how to move on.Â
For yourself.
For Laura.
For Logan.Â
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He didnât know what he was doing here, why he agreed to stay with Wade because it was driving him crazy. This wasnât even his timeline; he wasnât even meant to be here. Despite saving Wadeâs timeline, Logan still found it hard to fit in. He tried to keep Wade and every single one of his friends at an arm's distance because he knows what happens to people he cares about.Â
But the more time he spent around them, the more he felt at ease. Logan would be lying if he said he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Laura mentioned your name at one of Wadeâs family dinners, his heart skipped a beat. When he realized he would be able to stay in this timeline, you were all he could think about.Â
Logan wondered if you existed in this world and what he would do if you did. So, when Laura casually said your name, his head turned around so quickly that he felt dizzy. There were so many things he regretted in his own timeline, but you were his biggest regret.Â
Just like he failed the other X-men, Logan had failed you too. You had been there with the other X-men, trying to warn them of a planned attack and ended up getting caught in the crossfire. You had called out for him, just like Scott, like Charles, like Storm.Â
He managed to get to you before you had taken your last breath, holding you in his arms. Logan begged and begged for you to fight, that heâd do things right from now on as long as you just held on, but you were losing so much blood and Logan couldnât stop it.Â
Even then, when you had every right to be angry with him, you gazed up at him with an understanding look on your face. You had always been so patient and kind, so sweet and considerate. You had made him so happy and it scared him, which ultimately ended in pushing you away because he didnât think he was deserving of it. Of you.Â
âI love you, Logan,â you had said, wincing at the pain.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâmââ Logan felt a sob catch in his throat, tears stinging his eyes as he looked down at you. âPlease, baby, please please please, donâtââ
âIââ you coughed, eyes fluttering as you felt the pain overcome your entire body. âI will love you in every lifetime, Logan.â And then, you took your last breath, eyes falling shut and body falling limp in his arms.Â
Since then, Logan drank himself day after day, from dawn to dusk. The alcohol never truly helped, his regenerative powers sobering him so fast, but with every swig of liquor, it burned. And he spent years bringing pain unto others, including himself.Â
That was, until he met Wade who had given him a chance, a reason to fight for something⊠To not turn his back on someone who relied on him. A chance for redemption, to finally make things right.Â
âSo, will you meet her?â Laura asks, holding Dogpool in her arms as she gazes up at Logan. âSheâ She used to be with this universeâs Logan andâŠâ
âNo chance, kid.â Logan interrupts, shaking his head. âIâm not him.âÂ
âDid you have someone like her in yours?â she asks. âSheâs always put me first, always made sure I was taken care of even when she didnât have to, when she was grieving. And I thinkââ Laura sighs. âI think if she knows that some version of you is alive, it would make her real happy.â
âIâm not him,â Logan growls, feeling his irritation spike. ââSides, sheâs better off without me.â He stands from the table and walks out into Wadeâs balcony to get some fresh air, shutting the door behind him as he leans against the railing.
âBut sheâs coming tonight,â Laura finally says, long after Loganâs walked away.
Throughout the rest of the dinner, Logan remains outside. He can hear the muffled laughter coming from inside and it only angered him because it was just another confirmation that he didnât belong here. Heâs already on his fourth bottle of beer when he hears a familiar voice, smells a recognizable scent. He turns slightly and catches you stepping into Wadeâs apartment, an arm slinging over Lauraâs shoulders so casually, so maternally.Â
He feels his heart rate pick up. Your smile still lights up a room and he canât help but his lips turning upwards at the sight. With his enhanced hearing, Logan can hear your voice and he shuts his eyes for a moment, tuning all of his attention on you until youâre the only one he hears.Â
Then, he hears your laugh and he lets out a sigh. He never thought heâd be able to hear that again, but his eyes shoot open when he hears you say his name. Thereâs a shocked tone in your voice, laced with sadness and hope. It all but crushes him because he knows that youâre probably expecting someone else, expecting this worldâs Logan and he doesnât want to disappoint you. Not again. He doesnât think heâd be able to handle it if he were to hurt you again.Â
But when he looks at you, his breath catches in his throat when your eyes meet his. Logan notices the surprise look on your face, but before he could try and escape, youâre already walking towards him. When you open the door and step out with him, your scent fills his senses and it makes him dizzy, like he canât fully concentrate.Â
âYouâŠâ he hears you say, voice unsteady. âYouâre not⊠Iâmââ you sigh and shake your head.Â
âI know who you are,â Logan finally says, his own voice shaky.Â
Your hands reach out for him, but stopping halfway when you realize this isnât your Logan. This is not the same man who died all those years ago. This is some version of him â much younger, less wrinkles and gray hairs in his hair and beard, but he still has that same look on his face. The scowl.Â
âFrom Laura?â you ask hesitantly.Â
âFrom my universe,â Logan answers.Â
âThereâ Thereâs a version of me in your universe?âÂ
âThere was.â
âAnd what happened to me?âÂ
Loganâs jaw tightens. âThe same thing that happened to your Logan in this universe.â
âOh.â Your face drops, eyes softening. âIâm sorry,â you whisper.Â
Logan wants to run far from here, far from you because he feels himself yearning for more. He almost forgot how it felt like to be near you, to be inches away that he can just reach out and pull you into his arms. Your eyes captivate him, the kindness it expresses makes him feel like he matters. You had always made him feel that way that even through all of his anger, through all of the walls he put up, you showed him that he was deserving of something good. Even if he didnât believe it himself.Â
And you⊠You were the best thing to ever happen to him.
âDonât know why youâre apologizinâ,â Logan mutters.Â
Thereâs an uncomfortable silence that engulfs the both of you. He can see the tears threatening to spill over, can see the way your lower lip is beginning to tremble and he has this sudden urge to console you, to wipe away the tears that have now fallen down your cheeks.Â
âIâm sorry,â you repeat, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears that seem to be trickling down your face nonstop. âI justâ Losing my Logan just crushed me and I donât think Iâve ever recovered.âÂ
My Logan.Â
Logan can practically feel his heart beating in his chest. This isnât a conversation that he thought he would be having and certainly not with someone he loved and died because of him.Â
âThatâs okay,â Logan responds quietly, his tone softening. âI donât think itâs easy to recover from losing someone you love.â
âDid youâ Did you love me in your universe?âÂ
Logan nods slowly, tightening his jaw as he gazes down at you. âWith every fiber of my being.âÂ
Your eyes widen and stare up at him. This might be a different Logan, but hearing those words again just brings you back to the moment you last saw your Logan before he left to go take care of Charles.Â
âDid you love me in yours?â Logan asks hesitantly.
You nod instantly, tears trickling down your cheek as you stare up at him. âIâd love you in every lifetime.âÂ
Logan feels his own set of tears pool at the corners of his eyes and he moves a hand to rest on the railing, fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stares into your eyes.Â
âIâm not him,â he whispers.Â
âI know,â you say quietly. âAnd Iâm not her.âÂ
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THE GRUDGE PROFESSOR!GETO for KINKTOBER 2023!
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DESCRIPTION: everybody loves professor geto, and judging by the thousands of viewers you get on every live, a lot of people love you, too. but you and professor geto hate each other. youâve had enough of his humiliation rituals, and decide to do something about it.
PAIRING: mean professor!geto x student!reader
WC: 5.3k i am an unstoppable beast
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, teacher/student dynamic! adult age gap! (reader is in college, unspecified age), sw/camgirl!reader (donât like donât read! no shaming đ€), strong language, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, darling), reader calling geto "sir", unprotected relations, creampie, afab reader and terms
A/N:Â this switches between povs a lot so i hope thatâs okay or at least readable lol! also i set out to write him so much meaner but heâs just kind of a simp... enjoy?
reblogs are very much appreciated i'll uwu for u :pleading eyes emoji:
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it is said that those who cannot do, teach.Â
geto suguru could have done many things. he had the brains, the muscles, the features, the traits. the ambition to succeed in any field he desired. satoru says in a world ruled by the strong there is no place for humility.Â
but humility is not why suguru became a teacher. neither is ineptitude. no, heâd become a teacher because it was the right thing to do.Â
to use his gifts to help shape new generations, help unlock potentials long dorment and buried deep under years of a lackluster schooling system. geto suguru prided himself, above all, in being a righteous man.Â
but japanâs most upstanding citizen for 28 years in a row held a shameful secret. a secret in the shape of you.Â
he saw the darkest sides of himself on your face (eyebrows scrunched, eyes shut tightly, jaw slack as youâ), your voice (higher in pitch with desperate moans that sound almost scared on the brink of yourâ), your body (taut and plump in all the right places, glistening with sweat, bouncing up and down on aâ).Â
when you walked into his classroom that fateful day, the world tilted on its axis. his first thought was, fuck, then, it canât be, then, most embarrassing of all, iâll finally find out what she smells like.Â
(he did, when you went up to his desk to hand over your test. a whiff of vanilla, argon oil shampoo. too sweet, too youthful. and heâd watched you leave, tennis skirt flowing like a water lily, dick already chubby in his pants.)
it was slowly starting to consume him.
the first time you spoke in class, he knew he hadnât been mistaken. it was really you. the cute, slutty girl heâd been milking his cock to for the better part of a year.Â
god, when you finally said his name. you would never in your wildest dreams think that heâd been imagining those words coming out of your mouth, of him coming out of your mouth, dripping out of you, all over youâ
he was losing it. this was not like him. this was never supposed to happen, and he has to put an end to it.Â
everybody knew of geto suguru, the prodigy professor. already getting a phd despite not even being 30, handling the administrative slack for the department while managing office hours every day of the week, promoting student events, helping organize spirit weeks and charity drives.Â
everything he did, he did for others. those not as capable as him â which was most people. in other words, it was really, really hard to hate him.Â
but you damn well managed to.Â
and to think you were excited to take his class. everybody told you to run, not walk, to sign up for his twentieth-century Japanese philosophy chair.Â
âoh, professor geto is just the best,â theyâd said. âhe makes it sound so interesting and engaging, he gives the most life changing assignments, he really cares about us.â
bullshit.Â
the first time you stepped into that classroom, suspiciously full for a philosophy class, you felt a shift in the air almost immediately.Â
and sure enough, professor geto suguru was eyeing you down like heâd just seen a ghost. it made you self conscious, like heâd taken one look at you and decided right then and there you were too dumb for the class.Â
it made your blood boil. sure, you stood out a little bit from the actual philosophy majors, but that doesnât mean he gets to judge you. he literally doesnât know you!
but fine, first impressions are tricky like that. for all you knew, you couldâve been misjudging him right there.Â
however, with each passing day, you grew more and more assured in your suspicions.
you knew the man had it out for you, always calling on you to answer when he knew you werenât paying attention, never grading your papers above a B even though you did everything right, somehow managing to fucking avoid you during his excessive office hours.Â
his looks were almost the most infuriating part of it.
his beautiful face constantly set in that nonchalant look, his big veiny hands always gesticulating, his huge fucking arms straining the fabric of those dress shirts, his ear gauges and man bun contrasting the prim and proper image the rest of him conveyed.Â
under different circumstances, heâd make your mouth water. under different circumstances, youâd imagine him going down on you all night long, singing praise about how good you taste and how tight you are.Â
but in this timeline, you absolutely loathed him. and he loathed you too. why? you didnât know.Â
but you knew for a fact that it was personal.Â
âi donât care,â megumi said around a mouthful of meatball, cutting your monologue short. âiâm not doing it.â
you sigh, melting into your chair. âmegumi. please. i am literally begging you, i just need some hard evidence so i can go report his ass.â
he eyes you curiously. âreport him for what?â
âi donât know. bullying? sexism? whatever the hell his problem is,â you pick at your food, huffing in annoyance.Â
âyouâre overthinking it,â megumi replies, dismissively.Â
âokay, how about this,â you lean forward, putting an elbow on the table. âif you write the assignment for me, iâll get your dog that expensive halloween costume youâve been wanting.â
megumi lifts an eyebrow.Â
âyou need to get one for each,â he says simply.Â
you grin. âdeal.â
suguru really does give it his all to make your life with him a living hell. pulls out all the stops, years of friendship with gojo satoru paying off as he comes up with ploy after ploy to get you to drop his class.Â
it feels bad, being mean to you. but for the hidden, twisted parts of him, it feels delicious.Â
watching you huff and puff, all hot and bothered when he corrects your answers on the spot. watching you nibble on your pen at the increasingly difficult exams he hands out. letting himself wonder if you missed a stream this week because you were too busy cramming for a make up test.Â
he knows heâs pushing you to your limit, and even if thereâs some sort of sick satisfaction in seeing you so agitated at his hands when itâs usually the other way around, he doesnât enjoy upsetting you.Â
the problem is, suguru knows itâs either he gets his shit together or he continues tormenting you, and, well.Â
the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so weak.Â
he knows itâs getting worse, too, because heâs not infatuated by you only when youâre undressing on his screen, or all dolled up in class.Â
when you tie your hair up in a ponytail, when you suck on a hangnail, when you lick your thumb to erase a smudge on your paper⊠all of it drives him wild.Â
he canât teach with a permanent half chub anymore. this has to end, one way or another.Â
you sit down in front of your computer, adjusting the camera before turning it on. soon, viewers start trickling in, little dings notifying you of their messages.Â
you smile, waving at the screen.Â
âhi everyone! i know iâm a little bit late today, i hope you can forgive meâŠâ your eyes scan the chat, giggling at the compliments. ââyou look tired, sad faceâ, ah. iâm sorry. i guess iâve been a little stressed lately.â
your robe falls over your shoulder as you readjust your position. a few donations come in, accompanied by supportive messages.
âyou guys are so nice. itâs not a big deal, itâs just this dude giving me a hard time at college.âÂ
you absentmindedly trace your collarbones, reading what your viewers are saying.Â
âyouâll kill him for me? thatâs so sweet,â you joke. ânah, itâs not a student. itâs a professor. exactly, ynlover444, a grown ass man picking on me!â
you sigh deeply, allowing your body to finally unwind and relax on your chair. you prop a knee up against the armrest, giving your viewers a little peek in between your legs. youâre wearing one of your favorite sets, trying to get in the mood after the week youâve had.Â
âugh, sometimes i wish i could justâŠâ you suck in a breath, clenching your hand into a fist before releasing it. âsit on his face and get him to shut up, you know?â
you laugh at the countless me firsts that flood the chat, bringing a finger to your lip.Â
âanyway! enough about that horrible man,â you reach beside you to grab a box your viewers know all too well by now. âletâs get to the fun stuff, shall we?â
as always, satoru is no help.Â
âwhy donât you just fuck her?â he asks, eyebrows arching above his sunglasses. âya gotta just fuck her.â
suguru clears his throat before taking a drag of his cigarette. âiâm not fucking a student.â
satoru shrugs. âeverybody does it. besides, you basically already do.âÂ
suguru wonders, not for the first time, why he ever told his friend about his situation. about your streams, that heâd stumbled upon randomly and innocently and had gotten instantly hooked, about you barging into his classroom like an angel at hellâs gates, about you you you you, everything about you.Â
âthat wonât fix anything.â
satoru clicks his tongue, swirling his soda inside the can.
âpoor, naive suguru. did you not just tell me about what she said on her stream?" and yes, regrettably, suguru had told him. "itâll fix everything.â
suguru doesnât even let himself consider it, except he does.
at this point itâs no secret that heâs thought about being inside you, but now that youâre here itâs just too real and too risky and completely fucking wrong.Â
it goes against the entire life heâs built for himself.Â
heâs lost. he wants you so fucking bad, wants you close, wants you so far away, wants to ravage you and never have to see you again.Â
itâs fight or flight. if he got you alone, it could go either way, he realizes that.Â
suguru wonders what part of him will win by the end of all of this.Â
your heels clack on the linoleum floor of the hallway as you approach professor getoâs classroom, megumiâs graded paper clutched tightly against your chest.Â
the thing about megumi is that he's a star student. heâs never gotten anything below an A on any of his essays, makes the deanâs list every year, tutors his seniors. so the big, bright B- on the page tells you everything you need to know.Â
damn right itâs personal.Â
you donât even bother knocking, slamming the door open while still trying to contain your indignation.Â
geto is sitting at his desk, piles of papers sprawled on top. he has his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a surprised look on his face that would be cute if you didnât want to slap it right off.Â
he says your last name like heâd been expecting you all his life.
âto what do i owe the pleasure?â
your jaw clenches as you take a few loud steps towards him. you slam megumiâs paper down on his desk, leaning over.Â
âprofessor geto, i demand an explanation. a real one, this time.â
the man takes a deep breath, lips twisting disapprovingly. he smoothes the paper over.
âas i already explained in my notes right here, the structure is fine, but i couldnât help but miss a more in-depth analysis of the four nodal concerns of philosophy that we talked about in class, such asââ
âno,â you interrupt. âjust no. you know youâre bullshitting me and iâm sick of it. this paper deserved an A!â
âmissââ
âwhatâs your problem with me?â you spit out. your eyes finally meet and thereâs nothing in getoâs that could answer your question. your chest is heaving, lips wobbling and hands shaking, trying to contain your anger.Â
geto clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. âlike i said, your paper couldâve used a bit moreââ
âno it fucking couldnât have, because itâs not my fucking paper, itâs fushiguroâs fucking paper and the only reason you gave it a B is because i was the one who handed it in!â
he sits up, straightening his posture.
geto sounds austere when he asks, âdo you realize how much trouble this could be for both of you if i reported it?â
you canât believe this man. heâs been picking on you the entire semester and when you finally confront him about it this is what he chooses to focus on.Â
âare you fucking kidding me?â that earns you a stern look from him, eyebrow raising taller than that fucking high horse he sits on. âprofessor geto. what did i ever do to you?â
there must be something earnest in your voice because geto sighs, getting up from his chair.Â
he walks until heâs standing in front of you, leaning against his desk and crossing his feet.Â
âdo i bother you?â is all he says. it surprises you.Â
you jut your chin out. âas a matter of fact, you do.â
the man hums.Â
âi bet thatâs really difficult for you,â he speaks like heâs sympathetic, like he understands. he sounds almost sheepish when he says, âi bet sometimes you wish i would just shut up.â
you blink rapidly. âno, itâs not like that. it might shock you but i genuinely do enjoy your class, itâs just thatââ
âor maybe you wish you could shut me up,â he continues, ignoring you. âmaybe going as far as to say that you could⊠sit on my face to get me to shut up.âÂ
your mouth goes dry.
before your brain can fully process the shift in the atmosphere or the fact that your professor is maybe possibly hitting on you, you realize where those words are coming from.Â
itâs what you said. about him. on stream. right before fucking yourself on your hot pink dildo.Â
you canât speak, can barely even look in his general direction.Â
you had really thought things couldnât get any worse. had barged into his office with nothing to lose, almost hoping he would cordially invite you to remove yourself from his class permanently.Â
but now? now you have no idea whatâs going to happen to you.Â
âiâŠâ you start, the words dying in your throat. geto chuckles, crossing his fat fucking muscly arms across his chest.Â
he says your name, low and syrupy. âis it true? youâd like to?â
you can feel your face flush hot in embarrassment, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wishing desperately that youâd never walked into his classroom.Â
you have half the mind to apologize to him, right now.
âitâs just a figure of speech,â you try. geto clicks his tongue.Â
âwhat a shame.â
your wide eyes shoot up and meet his. âw-what?â
he smiles sweetly.Â
âitâs a peace offering. you can take it, or we can forget you ever said anything,â and isnât he just so slimey, actually, when heâs the one who brought it up. he had said it, and nowâŠÂ
now you can finally allow yourself to look at him.
those delicious, broad shoulders, the ever-present bored look, the stubborn fringe that falls out of his bun.Â
you could so easily forget what you came here for.Â
âso, like, a truce?â you ask, taking a daring step forward. geto nods, uncrossing his arms. âand you stop treating me like iâm fucking dumb?â
he tilts his head. âi think youâre a very smart young lady. determined. entrepreneurialâŠâ
âgetoââ
âprofessor geto,â he corrects you, hands reaching out to graze your hips. âyouâre intelligent. i just like to push my students.â
you both know thatâs a lie, but itâs okay, because now you know exactly why you got under his skin and it makes your own burn.Â
you run a hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, looking up at him through your eyelashes.Â
âthen⊠push me, professor.â
itâs so incredibly lame, the porn line you hit him with, but to your surprise it works, a low groan rumbling deep in getoâs chest.Â
he swiftly closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing both sides of your face and crashing your lips together.Â
itâs ravenous, the way geto dips his tongue inside when you gasp in surprise. you moan against his mouth, slipping a leg in between his two.Â
heâs half hard already when he rubs up against your thigh.Â
geto picks you up with ease and sets you down on his desk, and itâs so fucking clichĂ©, the papers crinkling under your weight, the pens clattering to the floor. but it turns you on beyond belief.Â
you share a few open mouthed kisses, an exchange of tongue and moans and hot breaths between your lips.Â
if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you've fantasized about it before. a silly idea, at first, something you'd just blurted out mid-stream.
but that little seed had been planted, and when you got yourself off that night, you might've imagined for a moment that it was your mean professor's cock squeezed tight inside you, making you come undone.
geto slips his hands under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. you line up your crotch with his, moving your hips in tight little circles that make the both of you groan.Â
his fingers are tugging your underwear down, down, the soft patch sticking to your gooey cunt. he lets the soaked fabric dangle from your ankle, grazing the back of his knuckles on your core.Â
âmmm, fuck,â geto breaks the kiss, swallowing. his pretty lips are flushed and shiny, parted around his panted breaths. âyou always get this wet or am i special?â
heâs smirking, the bastard, leaning back in to kiss your neck.
god, you smell so good, like lotion and perfume and sunshine and sin.Â
âshouldnât you know?â you sneak your fingers up into his bun, pushing your chest against him. he works his lips expertly on your skin, using just the right amount of teeth, of pressure.
geto hums against your neck, kissing a line up to your jaw. he snakes a hand under your skirt, thumb pressing down hard to rub on your clit, two fingers slipping inside.Â
you immediately clench, a soft, drawn out mewl leaving your lips.Â
the slide of his fingers against your walls send a chill down your spine, filling you up so perfectly. you feel the thin skin at your opening stretch around him, burning at the friction as his fingers plunge in and out of you.Â
âgod, look at that,â he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls the hem of your skirt up. âdo you hear that, baby? so fucking wet for me.â
you whine, hands cupping his jaw so you can kiss him again.Â
âpleaseâŠâ you mumble against his lips. âmoreâŠâ
you wonder how much of what you can say he's heard before, which exact words have left your lips and sent him over the edge. it makes you self conscious, oddly, like he can see right through you.
not-so-kindly ignoring your request, geto removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth.
you watch as his eyelids flutter in pleasure, a hum rumbling low in his throat.Â
he looks so good like this, just edible.
you pull him in for a kiss before he can, relishing in the surprised little noise he lets out. your knees are wobbling, feet dangling from your seat as you taste yourself on his tongue.Â
he swallows your moan hungrily, forearms trembling with the need to hold back.
geto knows this is wrong, so wrong on so many levels, puts both your positions in jeopardy, it makes him feel perverted and primal and so fucking alive.Â
heâs been watching you fuck yourself on those silly toys for god knows how long now, knows every spot that makes your hips buck, knows exactly how to make you cream like a debased slut around a cock.Â
it should feel unfair, how easy itâs going to be for him to make you cum, only if it werenât for the fact that your mere presence is enough to get him hard as fucking diamonds.Â
âtastes good, huh?â he whispers, thumb caressing your chin. you nod, smiling devilishly.Â
âtastes better on your tongue, prof.âÂ
geto groans low like a starved animal, holding your throat in his hand with a loose grip. heâs overwhelmed, that much shows, not knowing what to do with you or where to start. but thereâs one thing heâs sure of.Â
he presses one last kiss to your spit-slick lips before dropping to his knees.Â
you can hardly believe it. sulky, big bad bully professor geto suguru on his knees for you. you prop a foot up on his desk, your sole skidding on a piece of paper.Â
âscoot closer, please,â he asks, cordial even like this. you bring your ass to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy hovering over his face.Â
he looks so good under you, hair already disheveled, a delicious tent in his tailored pants.Â
you tuck the hem of your skirt into the waistline so you can watch as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning like heâs fucking relieved.Â
you throw your head back, fingers buried in his silky hair as getoâs fingers find their way back inside.Â
he fucks them in and out of you lazily, pushing out strings of slick. geto slurps it all up, spreading your wetness all over your clit and sucking it back in his mouth.Â
god, his cock is straining in his pants but he doesnât dare touch it, canât until heâs inside you. you taste like fucking heaven, like all his fantasies, like he always knew you would.Â
youâre whining softly, bucking your hips into his face almost shyly, as to disrupt his pace.
you sound so much better in person, although he canât wait to have you moaning into his ear without needing the headphones.Â
âgod, this perfect pussy,â geto mumbles into you, his breathing labored. he runs a thumb all over your cunt, gliding it over your soaked lips. âbeen dreaming about it for so long.â
âyeah?â you ask. âtell me. tell me how you stroke your cock to me every night.â
and every night might be overselling it. geto is a busy man.Â
but your words do make him realize that no girl heâs had since he found your stream has satisfied him quite like you do. your flirty smile, your moans, the way they sometimes turn into uncontained giggles as you stuff your pretty cunt with a dildo.Â
so he tells you, blush spreading across his cheeks.Â
âfuck, i do,â he tongues your clit, tracing lazy circles. âi do. just look what you do to me.â
and there it is, that cheeky, slutty giggle, directed at something he said this time.Â
he takes his fingers out, spreading your opening with both thumbs as he licks you all over.Â
geto gulps, tongue dipping inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth, sliding down to your entrance, every clench of your pussy pushing out more and more slick for him. no one's ever eaten you out as thoroughly as this.
âoh, fuck, sir,â it slips out casually, the way it would were you talking to any other professor. but given the circumstances, you revel in the deep moan geto buries into your cunt.Â
you trap your lips between your teeth to keep anything else from tumbling out, but itâs useless.
âplease, sir, iâm so closeâso close just keep doing that, yeah just like thatââ
âfuck,â he mumbles, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. then, âfuck,â sultrier, right into your core.Â
you grind against his face, finding purchase in his hair as a final few flicks of his tongue push you right into the crest of a mind-numbing orgasm.
itâs so good, so much better than when you're alone. the friction so perfect, his long, thick fingers plugging you up last minute to viciously fuck into you.Â
âgodâŠ,â you breathe out, legs trembling as he runs his hands up your thighs.Â
his chin is glistening, bubbles of spit and cum gathering in the corner of his mouth. he looks so good like this, like he was meant to please you and nothing else.Â
geto feels like a fucking teenager, so goddamn close to busting in his pants at the sight of you. his dick hurts, balls tight and the head throbbing where itâs tucked into his underwear.Â
âplease, sweetheart,â he canât hold himself back any longer, slick fingers already undoing his belt.Â
you get to work on his zipper, pulling his pants down along with his underwear and damn.Â
you figured he was big. he was a tall man, broad shoulders, shoes the size of a yacht, and the bulge in his trousers was a pretty good indication. but it couldnât have prepared you for the sheer size of him.Â
longer than it is thick, cleanly shaven, pretty veins and ridges and standing angry red in attention. god, you want it inside you.Â
he notices you looking.Â
âdo you need more prep? i canââ
âno, fuck no, suguru, need it inside me now,â you wrap a hand around him and he hisses, caging you in with his arms on the desk.Â
he huffs out a laugh, blowing the fringe framing his face. âwhat happened to sir?â
you kiss down his jaw, squeezing right below his tip.Â
âsorry, sir,â you say against his ear. âare you going to punish me for my slip up?â
geto groans, pulling on your hair hard and making you face him.Â
âtake your shirt off for me,â he instructs, and you obey, maneuvering around his tight grip on the back of your head.Â
his spirit is so unbreakable.
here you are, teasing him, coaxing him to rough you up, push you around, relieve both your frustrations properly once and for all, but heâs just so⊠adoring, and hungry, and just so irrevocably into you, and you find out thatâs so much better.Â
geto relents his hold on you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you whine, caressing his hair.Â
âso fucking perfect,â he massages your tits, looking mesmerized.Â
âyeah? they havenât gotten old to you yet?â
he laughs, so cute, and you can barely remember that just hours ago you hated the sight of him. you stroke his cock up and down, squeezing harder at the tip trying to milk all that delicious pre heâs been wasting on the inside of his boxers.Â
âno, f-fuckânever gonna get old,â he pushes your boobs against each other, imagining his cock sliding in between them, his balls nestled underneath, his load blown all over your pretty faceâ
fuck, heâs gonna cum if he keeps going like this.Â
he rips your hand away from him, ignoring your knowing smirk and pushing his tongue into your mouth.Â
âiâm gonna fuck you now, okay, sweetheart?â you moan, nodding, shimmying your hips so he can have the perfect angle.Â
a big hand clasps your thigh to wrap your leg around his hips as his tip pokes around your entrance.
youâre whining in anticipation, clenching around nothing, nails clawing his clothed back.Â
when he slips in, it feels like coming home. youâre like warm honey around him, cunt pushing him out but clinging to him at the same time, with every stroke. itâs fucking maddening.Â
âahh, g-god, sir, âs too bigââ you swallow around the lump in your throat, feeling the tip of his cock in your guts.Â
heâs huffing, concentrated, bullying his cock into you inch by inch with shallow thrusts until he finally bottoms out.Â
âfuuuuck, angel,â he grips your waist with both hands, like he could just fuck you up and down his length if he wanted to. âtook me so well, look at that.â
you do, dropping your heavy head to look at where youâre connected. you clench around him and he whines, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.Â
the metal legs of the desk skid on the floor, papers and pens raining down to the floor as geto starts roughly plunging in and out of you.Â
you let out little ah, ah, ahs in time with his strokes, the ache deep in your stomach finally starting to fade.Â
âf-fuck, youâre gonnaâtopple us over, suguru, go easyââ
âcanât,â he chokes out, wheezing as he pushes his cock in as far as it can go.Â
he gives shallow little thrusts, his length straining the fine skin at your entrance so good, hitting a spot inside you over and over that makes your head spin.Â
your fingers twist into the back of his shirt, pulling him in to whine right into his ear.
heâs so big, stretching you out so thin that you feel every ridge and vein, can feel both your heartbeats inside your cunt.Â
âohhhhh fuck, fuck sir, please please touch meââ
he grabs your ass before you can even finish your sentence and presses you flush against his hips.Â
getoâs tip is kissing your cervix now, his balls sticky and creamy against your ass, your clit grinding against his pubic bone as his thrusts violently shake the both of you.Â
âfuck, wanna do it so fucking loud but i canât, we canât, what if someone walks inââ
you moan wantonly at his words, expecting to be chided, but geto seems to love it despite his worries because his cock kicks deliciously inside of you.
âlook how loud youâre being, listen to yourself,â he grunts out, the belt pooled around his feet clanging with every stroke, the absolutely lewd squelches from your pussy resonating in the entire classroom.Â
you two sound so good together, better than youâve ever had, better than he couldâve ever imagined.Â
âso loud, so wet on this cock,â he spits out, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead. âdo those toys make you feel this good? this full? answer me.âÂ
âhahh, n-no, no one but you,â you canât think straight, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes squeezed shut. âonly you, sir.â
geto whines like heâs aching, pounding into you mercilessly and making a mess under the two of you.Â
âfuck yeah, thatâs right. iâm making you feel good, baby?â
âmm-hm,â you mumble, tongue lolling out. geto's going so hard now, has you pressed up so tight against him, body caging you in, fucking every breath and thought right out of you. âclose.â
âyeah?â he speeds up his effort slightly, and youâre sure heâs going to have desk-edge shaped bruises on his thighs tomorrow. âgonna cum on my cock? cream all over me?â
you let out a long, drawn out whine, tits bouncing up and down with the force of getoâs thrusts.Â
âlet me see your face when you cum, darling,â he cups the back of your neck, breathing hard through his nose. âkeep your eyes on me. thatâs right, sweetie, so good, youâre doing so good.â
you preen at the praise, feeling suddenly self conscious with the man's laser focus attention on you.Â
you coo out little noises, growing in desperation, holding onto his biceps for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you.Â
your pull him into you closer and rub your clit against him, grinding helplessly as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.Â
the moment you open your eyes and meet his hungry ones, youâre cumming. your walls spasm around him, making the glide of his dick impossibly wetter with your release.Â
geto chokes on a sound, his cock hostage of your pussyâs vice-like grip as your greedy cunt milks him for all he's got.Â
âf-fuck, baby, look so pretty when you cum, always look so fucking sexy so fucking perfect that youâre gonna make me bust, iâm gonna cum for you god gonna cum inside, gonna blow my load all deep inside this pussyââÂ
itâs the most desperate heâs ever sounded, speaking through clenched teeth and a soaked mouth. you moan in return, letting him use you.Â
he slams his forehead down your shoulder when he thrusts once, twice, three times and cums, his balls drawing up so tight that it hurts. he fucks it into you with shallow thrusts, panting, almost wheezing in pleasure.Â
it feels like it lasts forever, his orgasm. like all of the blood in his body goes straight to his balls to push out the thickest, most satisfying nut of his life into the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
you feel it fill you up so good, hear it, too, squelching and sticking to both of you.Â
getoâs body slumps against yours and you stay like that for a while, catching your breaths. thereâs cum sliding out of you, down his balls, onto some poor studentâs essay you have your ass on top of.Â
when he pulls out of you, he takes a beat to watch it spill out of you some more, his face and chest red, his smile groggy.Â
âgod, this,â geto has to fight the urge to say thank you for letting him fuck your brains out. he swallows.Â
âyeah,â you blink away the haze, feeling sore and fucked out. âthis.â
ââŠis probably going to happen again, right?â
he knows it shouldnât. he knows it will.
maybe both parts of geto can learn to coexist. Â
you grin, touching the tip of your tongue to his lips.Â
âwell, i still havenât made good on that promise of sitting on your face, have i?âÂ
the next morning, in class, the students erupt in happiness at the news that professor geto had an accident that ended up ruining most of last weekâs graded papers he had in his possession.Â
so he decided to give everyone an A for their troubles.Â
and finally, finally, there was peace in the world.
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List of words for the computer:
LONG POST- more under the cut
STANFORD- Pulls up a file on Stanford Pines, written by an unknown scientist. It discusses his extra finger and praises his intelligence, as well as calling him the ânext evolution in the human speciesâ.
BILL CIPHER- Takes you to the Wikipedia page for the Eye of Providence. Also took me to a Sesame Street video about a Jazzy Triangle and a Square. Not sure what prompted the change.
STANLEY PINES: Takes you to a list of EBay listings for brass knuckles.
FIDDLEFORD: Takes you to the music video for Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex.
SHERMIE: Nothing. I sure do wish we got some lore about Grandpa Pines.
GRAVITY FALLS: The text on the computer reads ânever heard of itâ and the red light on the bottom turns green.
ALEX HIRSCH: Leads to Google Images for âflannelâ. Huh.
WEIRDMAGEDDON: Pulls up an article from the Gravity Falls Gossiper about how nothing happened at all and there was no apocalypse.
DISNEY: Screen reads ârat.gif censored for your protectionâ
SOOS: Leads to a page of writing from Soos himself, referencing many things (including Tad Strange being gay and madly in love with Woodpecker Guy. Love wins!!!)
DIPPER: Leads to a creepy yellow parchment with a message from Bill Cipher himself trying to trick Dipper into blinding himself by staring at the sun for 13 hours straight! Silly! (Also if you keep clicking on it, the page gets darker and blurrier until it implies we've gone blind)
MABEL: Causes stickers to appear on every available surface. Clicking it enough times leads to message âlab now fully Mabelizedâ.
WENDY: Leads to a note from Wendy that mentions a way to ward off evil triangles written in the bottom corner of the book.
GIDEON: Makes a web recording of Gideon scatting play. It ends with âI love you forever Mabelâ. Please shut the fuck up you little creep.
TAD STRANGE: Plays a video of bread with smooth jazz in the background.
TOBY DETERMINED: Leads to a Google search for a restraining order. Holyyyyy shittttttt
WHO ARE YOU: âI could ask you the same questionâ
SEASON 3: âSeason Twoâ. I guess thatâs that lol
This was about all I could find. Please reblog with anything else you can discover! Thank you, fellow Gravity Falls enjoyers!
And make sure to give some love to all the wonderful folks down in the comments! Many of these answers and tips come from what they've found. I can't list everyone, unfortunately- I didn't expect this post to get popular- but, to everyone who's helped out, THANK YOU.
FURTHER EDITS:
BLIND EYE: Pulls up an optometristâs eye exam. Each line reads âWKHBOOVHHâ. Too lazy to translate atm.
PIĂATA: Bill Cipher getting beaten to death /hj
MASON: A note from Dipper listing several anagrams of Gravity Falls charactersâ names. You can check in the comments for the answers.
AXOLOTL: âYou ask alotl questionsâ. Thanks for the pun, Alex, but Iâm kind of losing my mind rn
MYSTERY SHACK: Leads to a Google search for Confusion Hill, the real-life Mystery Shack!
MYSTERY: â?â
MONSTER: Leads to several YouTube videos for âThereâs a Monster at the End of this Book.â
VALLIS CINERIS: Leads to an analog-horror-esque video of Baby Bill and his parents, who have been blotted out by static, and a voice repeating âWHY DID YOU DO ITâ over and over again until you stop the video.
PORTAL: âPortal.exe has been deleted. I bet you could build a new one.â
GIFFANY: You need to put it in multiple times. Several warnings about breaching firewall, followed by a message from GIFFANY saying âSOOS! I still love you!â or smth like that, and then GIFFANY herself briefly appearing onscreen. Trying again after that summons her more. Also lets you download some ZIP files.
DORITO: Summons an image of a spinning Dorito, followed by the most cursed image of Bill Cipher I have ever seen.
GOD: A short video of an axolotl in a tank with a Bill Cipher statue plays. This is Alexâs axolotl, shown in the Book of Bill countdown.
REALITY: âIs an illusionâ
FILBRICK: âIâm not impressedâ
CARYN: âI knew you were gonna write thatâ
GLASS SHARD BEACH: Leads to an image of the New Jersey Hell Hole.
ANY CUSS WORD: Pulls up a paper reading âNOT S&P APPROVED. WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAPâ with an image of soap below.
MATPAT: Leads to a video of MatPat next to a conspiracy board, holding the Book of Bill. He tells us weâre on our own.
BABBA: Plays an audio recording of Dipper singing BABBA. Not Disco Girl, a different song.
CRAZ: Leads to the Jem and the Holograms theme.
XYLER: See above.
AD ASTRA PER ASPERA: Shows us two new journal pages from Ford and Mabel, studying the Cipher statue. Theyâre definitely worth the read, I teared up looking at them.
ANSWER: âQuestionâ
QUESTION: âAnswerâ
SEASON ONE: âSeason -1: Antigravity Fallsâ
SEASON TWO: âSeason 1â âŠmaybe scratch what I said about Season 3. Or donât. Things are starting to damage my brain.
CURSED (got from @slimslamflimflam decoding the candle! Thanks!): Shows two pages talking about the dangers of drawing triangles, with the bottom of the second page showing several drawings of Bill and the words âHE IS COMING, RUNâ
THE UNIVERSE: âHologramâ
RIZZ: âLife privileges revoked. Now releasing poison gas.â This response is repeated if you type in SKIBIDI or FORTNITE.
BABY: Shows an ultrasound of a fetus Bill Cipher, captioned âLook at whatâs growing inside you! See you in nine months, papa!â
JOURNAL 3: âThe Journal for Meâ
PACIFICA: Leads to a note from Pacifica calling Bill Cipher âickâ and telling us to follow her on social media under âPlatinum Pazâ
PLATINUM PAZ: Pulls up an image of Northwest Manor with the llama symbol overlaid and a âNWâ logo beneath. There's also a short story beneath!
LOVE: Leads to an audiobook of âThe Love Triangleâ. Need to read later.
BLENDIN: âThe time agent lost and presumed incompetentâ. UhâŠ?
SCARY: Leads to another audiobook of a cheesy Goosebumps-esque horror novel written by Bill himself, apparently.
DIVORCE: Shows you the logo of the bar Bill went to after his fight with Ford⊠Billford bitter exes confirmed
ROBBIE: Leads to the cringiest messages ever. Heâs such a failure I love him
CONSPIRACY: Leads to a video of a man losing his mind over the countdown counting up. I feel so seen. (I have been informed that his name is Charlie Day, he's an actor from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and that one meme, he had a quote on the back of the Book of Bill, thanks to everyone who explained that to me, I'm sorry, I'm uncultured)
RAT: âThurburtâs number?â
BLANCHIN: Leads to a YouTube video on how to blanch vegetables.
TJ ECKLEBURG: âNever mention that name again.â
NOTHING: âSomethingâ
SOMETHING: âNothingâ
BURNSIDE: âBurned inside.â Well⊠at least we know what happenedâŠ
WADDLES: Leads to the pig placement network!
THERAPRISM: Pulls up a sign from the theraprism regarding an emergency situation. The code reads "THE OLD ONE".
SHAPE: Pulls up an article on Plato, triangles, and Ancient Greece. This article is presumably written by Bill.
LLIB and BILL: THIS leads to the Sesame Street video every time.
WEIRD: Shows a video of a frightened Weird Al panicking about being trapped in a computer. Sorry, man...
CLONE: Pulls up an image of Paper Jam Dipper, a warning about not getting him too close to liquids, and an option to print.
TRIANGLE: ")" or "Tri harder."
THEYLLSEE: "Is seeing believing?"
DEER TEETH: "For you, kid!"
LIFE: "Life: 72% complete. Now loading: death."
DEATH: "Life's goth cousin."
PINES: "A good family tree."
OWL TROWEL: A slab of hieroglyphs, translating to an ancient ad for an owl trowel.
SCALENE: "Life form not found." EUCLID has the same outcome.
WELL WELL WELL BEING: Some assorted notes from Bill's Theraprism file. These include his greatest love and fear, his art therapy notes, and notes on his phobias. Three clicks is required to read them all.
BOO BERRY: Offers a poem on the meaning of life! Wow! I feel so enlightened!
LOVE YA BRO: Shows us a doodle from Stan of one of his and Ford's Sea Grunks adventures, and another code on the back. It translates to "Kings of New Jersey." I've been told it lets you download the code as a font.
SORRY: Reveals the repaired Backupsmore photo, with a note from Fiddleford about his and Ford's growing friendship. Fiddauthor fans, we are eating well tonight!
HORROR: Pulls up an image and report on The Always Garden, which is essentially a cheap Italian restaurant hidden in the backrooms.
HOLOGRAM: "Universe."
NAITSUAF: Pulls up a page that looks like it would be from the Book of Bill, in which Bill tries to convince us to sell us his soul. Clicking "ARE YOU READY?" pulls up a contract where we can sell our soul to Bill (with an alarming amount of coded fine print. Will need to translate later). You can print this document out, back out, or sign it right there on the web. Hitting "SIGN" causes the words "PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU!" to appear, and the document to close. In other words, I no longer have a soul.
IMSTILLONYOURMIND: Plays a recording of the ocean, with Stan faintly talking in the background. Poor Ford ain't quite over the divorce yet...
HOTXOLOTL: Pulls up a "MOST WANTED" doc on the henchmaniacs.
SEVENEYES: Pulls up a faded polaroid of The Oracle with text on the back that reads "LEAVE HIM. Escape to dimension *blurred out*. It's against the rules but it's the only reality where you'll be safe from him." The code at the bottom (once again decoded by the powerhouse that is @slimslamflimflam) reads "Set a course for Dimension: R34LITY." Is another Cipher Hunt in the makes? Only time will tell, hehehe.
JUST FIT IN: Plays an old commercial with a few moments of speech in the glitches at the end.
EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES: Shows a transcript from a therapy session at the Theraprism. Bill discusses his relationship with Ford and cuts off the session when someone brings up his parents.
NOT A PHASE: Shows a Google search for "black hair dye stained an entire bathroom."
PAPER IS BOOK SKIN: Instantly downloads a page of fleshy pink paper with the word "ENJOY" written on it!
SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA: Pulls up a few more pages about the human life cycle.
LIES: Pulls up an image of "The Game of Lies" board game, with a long stretch of text from (I assume) Bill, ending with "LIE UNTIL YOU ARE NOT LYING ANYMORE." Someone has some issues...
SAY BAAAA: Pulls up a neat little rhyme about being Bill Cipher's obedient flock of sheep. The code at the end translates to "Black Sheep."
ONE EYED KING: Plays a video of a hypnotist's spiral, with Bill proclaiming "YOU WANT TO PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO BILL CIPHER" in the background. There is also morse code that translates to "NAITSUAF", leading to a previous discovery- the soul contract.
TANTRUM: Pulls up a transcript of a spat between Bill and Time Baby.
TITANS BLOOD: "HOOT HOOT! Password please!"
CURSE WITTEBANE: Pulls up an image of a Bill Cipher ouija board.
FORDTRAMARINE: Pulls up several rejected files from Ford trying to convince us Fordtramarine exists.
SUCK IT MERLIN: Pulls up a tapestry of Bill riding a unicorn. The code at the top reads "DAY MARE VS NIGHTMARE."
HEY NERD: Plays a commercial advertising things such as a Bill Cipher calendar, the Scrubba-Bill, a severed hand, and the entire Cygnus-XIII galaxy. Half of the image can be found in the Book of Bill.
DESTRUCTION IS THE FORM OF CREATION: Pulls up a frantic page of notes from post-portal-shit Fiddleford. A sticky note at the bottom has a code that reads "Unreality."
RUBBERHOSE: Plays "The World is Small Ever After for All."
IRREGULAR: Shows us Bill's mugshot in color. The code below reads "No prison or attention span can hold him."
UNREALITY: Offers a guide by Bill on how to become immortal.
GUN: "Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both."
ABUELITA: Leads to a video on vacuuming the walls.
YES: "What's McGucket's favorite soda?"
NO: "Your loss..."
REPEATEDLY CLICKING STAN: This stuff deserves a section of its own, away from the OG Stan stuff. It takes you through several Ebay listings on various Stan-ish items until you get to a page written by Bill about Stan's secret shames. "Ex-wives" further confirms our theory on Stan and Eda's relationship, as well as revealing many other bits of lore. "Fears" is somewhat goofy to be honest. "Secret Shames" reveals that Stan is a fanfiction writer and that his mother is the only member of his family who truly loves him outside of Ford and the kids. "Unreported Crimes" is somewhat goofy as well. "Failed Products" basically confirms that Stan is that world's Alex. "Lowest Moments" is genuinely depressing, and "Darkest Thought". Well. I'm not spoiling it lol. And the bit on "How He Beat Me" causes Bill to get more and more frantic/angry the more you click it! Comedy GOLD!
DIPPY FRESH: Leads to a Reddit post of the Burger King Kids Club.
MEOW: Leads to a TikTok of a man playing the Gravity Falls theme on that cap keyboard.
HELP ME: Pulls up another video of Alex's axolotl and the tiny statue. Rip Bill ig :/
R34LITY: Pulls up several photos of the henchmaniacs in live-action, captioned "They found a new home."
JOURNAL 1: "The journal of fun."
JOURNAL 2: "The journal for you."
FBI: "Your webcam is on. We are watching."
BURNED INSIDE: Shows an image of a charred Oregon Parks badge and nametag on the ground.
HECTORING: Plays a silly little country song!
OROBOROUS: Pulls up two journal pages about Fiddleford buying Ford an axolotl to keep him company, and Bill subsequently telling Ford to get rid of him. There's also some code on the first page that reads "CHONKY BOY." Ford, you wonderful dork.
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thinking about pornstar!old man!logan having a channel where he and his pretty princess play for a while, or rather, he plays with his little doll, teasing her clit for so loooongg and edging her, until he gets bored and doesn't stop making her cum, overstimulating her, obviously she's such a cry baby, pleading him to stop but everyone knows that in the inside she doesn't want to stop. need this man to fuck me dumb and record it ngl đ
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trash magic | logan howlett
a/n: you read my mind!! omg i was thinking about this the other day, about what it would be like running an account with logan, and oh my god my brain was absolutely going numb just thinking about ittt >_<
pairing: pornstar!old man!logan x afab!pornstar!reader
contents/tags/warnings: nsfw, minors dni, 18+ only, filming pornography, porn with a little bit of plot, age gap (reader is in their 20âs), oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, cum eating, pet names (princess, babydoll, etc.), overstimulation, daddy kink, manhandling
when you proposed the idea to logan, he thought it was absolutely ridiculous. sure, in his 200 years, heâs seen some shit, experimented sexually when he was younger, but that was before.
now that heâs visibly aged, logan is reluctant to admit that he feels self conscious about the way he looksâheâs worried that he isnât at the âtop of his gameâ for you, that youâd leave him for a better, younger looking guy.
but that thought never crosses your pretty little mind. his age, the way he looks, it doesnât bother you one bitâif anything, it spurs you on even more. you love every single of his âimperfectionsâ, at least thatâs what he calls them.
in your eyes, heâs perfect.
filming your first ever home video was a slight challenge, having to figure out which angles to record at while struggling with finding the correct lighting.
after smoothing out all of those bumps along the way, the two of you found that you had quite a knack for making porn.
the films you and logan would made could never be compared to the fake shit youâd see on those sketchy porn websites. no faked orgasms, obnoxiously loud moaning, none of that nonsense. when the two of you fucked, you absolutely fuckinâ meant it.
âno moreâŠâ you sob, feeling your mind getting hazy. you were at your third, no, fourth orgasm, but logan was convinced he could pull another one out of you. âsâtoo much, daddy!â
âyou taste too sweet, princessâ logan mumbles against your cunt, his beard drenched in your arousal. âjust one more time fâme, yeah?â
his tongue messily laps at your folds, paying close attention to your aching bundle of nerves. he alternated between licking and sucking at the swollen button, making you whine out in ecstasy.
âmâgonna cum.. gonna cumâŠ,â you pant out, shutting your eyes tight. your hips buck into loganâs face as you run your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging at the strands as you felt your core tighten.
âlet it all fuckinâ out, babydoll,â logan groaned, flattening his tongue against your womanhood to increase the pressure on your clit. âcâmon and drench daddyâs face in your cum.â
you absolutely lose it, and the coil in your stomach snaps for what it felt like the hundredth time. youâre a whining mess beneath logan as he kept your legs spread out, his massive arms keeping you in place.
âthank you⊠t-thank you,â you bawl as a steady stream of tears fall down from your face, ruining the mascara you carefully applied on prior to shooting.
he continues to lap at your cunt and watches how you crumble at his touch, observing the way your brows furrow in pleasure while breathy moans escape your lips.
once you finally catch your breath, logan pulls away, beard glistening with your arousal. he readjusts and places himself on top of you, caging you in with his arms.
âtaste yourself, sweetheart,â he murmurs against your lips before he parts your mouth with his tongue, sloppily making out with you.
logan breaks the kiss, and a single strand of saliva connects your bottom lip to his. using a single hand, he cups your face and squishes your cheeks together.
he roughly grabs at your jaw, turning your face to the camera that was propped at the foot of the bed with a tripod.
ânow let the people watching know how good your old man fucked âya.â
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