#i want to chew them up like a piece of gum and spit them OUT

[neilphen]

i need someone to be sooo unnatural with abt the beatles because no one GETS it like me

[saturngas]

megumi warming up to you

[🪐] a few years after megumi and tsumiki got "adopted" by you and gojo, megumi finally feels comfortable enough to tell you about his little school crush. just please don't tell gojo

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: sfw

warnings: established relationship; reader and gojo are both in their early 20s; megumi is around 8 years old; use of gender neutral pet names; megumi being gojo's number one despiser

word count: 1.4k

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megumi was awfully quiet on the ride home. he and tsumiki were walking a few steps in front of you and satoru. not that he wasn't a quiet and reserved boy by nature, always seeming to be deep in thought and observant of his surroundings. but this time was just different. his little dark eyes were placed on the ground, guiding his careful step, while his lips displayed a subtle pout.

he seemed to be thinking hard.

you looked up at satoru who was chewing on the straw of his already finished strawberry milk box.

"satoru," his eyes fell immediately on you at the sound of his name. his left hand was intertwined with your smaller one, the warm air lingering around both of you making your hands to be a bit sweaty. "do you think megumi is okay? he looks... distracted."

"oh! yeah, of course! why wouldn't he be?" he muttered out a bit nervous, straw between his lips. were you aware of the little disagreement megumi had with a classmate a couple of days ago? he promised megumi you wouldn't know. "maybe he has a bit more homework today, baby. he probably is already thinking about the answers."

"mmm, yeah, true," you hummed. "please help him with that, yeah?" satoru felt his cheeks burn intently the moment you shot him your best puppy eyes. his round glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his big azure eyes. he left a boyish chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck.

"hah, of course, sweet pie, yeah, hah."

math was always the easiest subject for satoru. well, actually any subject was a piece of cake for him. but he liked math and physics a lot more. he would solve equations within seconds without thinking too much of them. you may have been a little jealous of him during high school when you two would compete to find out who was faster; you would lose for mere seconds.

megumi did have more homework that day, elementary-level math problems. but that wasn't the source of his concern. but he couldn't just tell satoru.

the black haired little guy looked at his benefactor. his stupid face with a stupid grin megumi just couldn't bring himself to get used to. satoru was chewing on a candy flavor gum. megumi could almost taste the intense flavor from his breath. how could he have something so overly sweet for so long in his mouth?

"what's wrong, little fella? you want to go over why two plus two equals four?" megumi sighed at his words. his worksheet displayed multiplication and division problems. of course he already knew how addition worked.

his tired eyes followed your silhouette as you helped tsumiki with a dna three-dimensional model. you were a lot more thoughtful, more considerate of others' feelings. you had the communication skills satoru lacked. for a second, megumi realized why satoru was with you, something he was questioning the moment he met you.

megumi was going to tell you.

it was the perfect moment. the idiot of your boyfriend was out in a mission and tsumiki had asked for permission to stay at a friend's. megumi was walking next to you. again, he looked lost in thought.

"megumi—," you cut yourself before spitting out the honorific -chan. the little guy hated being called megumi-chan. satoru did it all the time and megumi now can't handle it even if it comes from you. "are you alright? is there something you would like to tell me?" you said almost in a whisper.

the eight-year-old boy looked at you with indifferent eyes. he now was in the deepest of deep thoughts.

you sensed his little body tensing at your question. "hey, hey—, it's okay megumi. I won't tell satoru if you don’t want to, okay?"

his sight softened. bingo. that always worked with the little kid.

"I think... I've caught an interest in someone." megumi muttered below his breath, little fingers fidgeting. his glance on the ground as a deep shade of pink adorned his pale face.

oh, so this is what's about... you were fighting off a big smile that threatened to appear. you needed to remain serene if you wanted megumi to keep opening up to you.

"oh... who?" you said as softly as possible.

"it is a girl. she is nice. but she is from fifth grade." megumi sounded a bit sad. your heart crunched a bit. he was just a third grader. you weren't surprised he liked a girl who was older that him though. the little boy had complained before about his female classmates being a bit too... immature.

"where did you meet her, megumi?"

"from the art club tsumiki is in. I went with her once because I didn't have anything to do, and I saw her. she is very smart and is really good at acrylic painting."

so now everything makes sense. a few days ago, megumi had asked satoru the price for some acrylic paints that weren't made in Japan. you assumed the little girl had mentioned the brand and megumi was curious.

"what do you want to do about it, megumi?" the black haired boy fell silent again, so you continued, "do you want me to help you with getting close to her, or—"

"no, I want to do it on my own," he cut your words quickly with a serious tone. "just maybe... could you help me with some money? I promise to pay it back."

megumi was so cute you were sure your heart would turn into liquid from the way it was melting.

"ha ha! it's totally fine, megumi!" you let out a giggle. "of course I'll help you and you don't have to pay it back, 'kay?" you suggested with a big smile. "and I promise I won't say a word to satoru," you winked at him.

megumi felt relieved.

two weeks had passed since your little arrangement with megumi. he was actually very secretive with it. tsumiki was probably aware of his little crush on her classmate, but wasn't of the deal megumi made with you.

megumi was serious when he said he wanted to do it on his own. he only asked you for 7,000 yen. and that was the last thing you knew about all this.

you were getting ready for bed when satoru interrupted your skincare routine placing a wet kiss on your cheek. you groaned as he prepared to brush his teeth.

"baby, did you know megumi has a girlfriend?" satoru mumbled as toothpaste ran down his perfect chin.

"what?" you acted genuinely surprised. megumi already made her his girlfriend?

satoru grabbed a towel to dry his face and wipe off the counter. he always made a mess when brushing his teeth. "yeah baby. when I picked them up, he said goodbye to a girl, and I mean—! I have never seen him bid farewell to absolutely no one, not even me!" he said a bit exasperated, looking up at you with his baby blue eyes. "im pretty sure that's his girl or something."

poor megumi, his deepest secret was known by his greatest enemy. you sighed softly as you finished applying your lotion and walked close to satoru.

"that could be a possibility, 'toru," your hand roamed through his hard back as the other one went up to fidget with his soft white locks. satoru stared down at you lovingly, his arms encircling you with a tight grip. "but please, do not tease him." you voice was so hard and stern that it made the young sorcerer swallow all the spit in his mouth down his throat.

"yeah baby, no problem—."

"no, satoru, im being serious right now. leave him alone." you were dead serious, satoru knew. his lips moved unconsciously to yours to erase the subtle pout that was starting to form on your face.

"i promise, shnookums," he left a chaste kiss on your nose. "well then, I'll have to tease you tenfold babyyy~!" satoru hugged you with all his mighty force, knocking the air out of you. his large arms made you feel so safe and warm. satoru gave the best bear hugs.

"somebody gotta receive all my love~" you giggled at his words. satoru loves everyone, however many people may find his love language a bit… obnoxious and annoying. his lips now teasing your earlobe while his large hands rubbed your back. "or else my little brains might explode and— wait, baby," his warm lips left your skin, as he opened wide his blue eyes.

"what, what."

"so that is why you made a withdrawal of like seven thousand yen? to give it to megumi?"

"satoru are you checking my bank account?"

"baby I can't help it~," he whined out loud, his face snuggling down your neck while planting wet kisses around your neck. you couldn't help but feel funny when his hands danced under your shirt, caressing your hot skin. "you should end your independency and start using my credit cards."

your boyfriend was so shameless.

[godhandler]

[Martial arts coach! Sukuna x down bad!reader, huge age gap, couple of god-complex maniacs pining for each other, Sukuna being a tough coach]

“You won’t make it.” Sukuna spits carelessly, unwrapping his sweaty gloves post training. There are promising students he’s scouted in his gym, his favoured ones who’ll be the cash cows winning tournaments, buzzcut boys with tight abs who laugh mid-fight. Growing in his shoes. You’re not one of them. “You’re not good enough.” It’s a statement. 

No, you grit your teeth, it's a challenge. 

Sukuna the Ryomen: beastly calamity in the ring. Raw talent picked off the street, 80 international tournament wins over 25 years, bachelor villa bought with notoriety money. The Undisputed King of the Curses. 

Two-faced, he’d play by the rules as much as he wanted to– ran his tongue over the cheek of an opponent while choking him in a headlock, jammed his knees into countless shattered ribs, snapped spines into halves. He once bit a chunk out an opponent’s neck, goopy blood running down his chin and pecs as he laughed at the horrified screams of the audience, medics running, judges whistling, TV ratings shooting up like firecrackers.

He keeps that piece of chewed flesh, big as your fist, preserved in formaldehyde, on display in his office behind the locker room. It’s oddly captivating– you want to pull his lips up, matching his teeth to the canine marks on the chunk. 

Nutcase. Martial arts fiend. Often disqualified, but never for long: handsome money-maker was he. No one would turn up at a competition if not to watch the fiery Sukuna. His posters filled your childhood bedroom walls, unsupervised access to his gruesome fights on the internet, early 2000’s gossip columns of his many affairs with thin-thighed supermodels, little you copying his moves in front of the mirror. 

So yes, he could be as harsh to you as he wished, who gave a shit now when you’re lucky enough  to bask in his glow? You work just as hard as those boys, deserve his attention just as much, regardless of how cruel that attention comes. If you want to make it, Yuuji tells you, you callus your heart more than your achy knuckles. 

Sometimes at 3.45 am you wonder that if you had gotten more parental love and attention, you wouldn’t have attached yourself so deeply to this retired monster. Too late now, you suppose. 

A few days ago,  Megumi, one of Sukuna’s prize boys, said over a bowl of tteokbokki after practice, “Kamo Noritoshi likes you. So you can go after him and leave the elderly alone, okay?”

“I beat Kamo to a pulp, remember?” You pointed with poked tteok. “There’s only one of you losers I can’t beat and that’s who I’m fucking. Don’t go ruining my ambitions, Megumi-chan.”

The boy just sighed, ordering another bowl to go. Megumi, content being the sacrifice bunt, will never understand and it's not something you can explain. 

It’s that hunger that keeps you awake at night; you don’t want a trophy, you want the trophy– Ryomen Sukuna himself, the greatest one to be won. To be fucked, chewed, swallowed, surpassed. You want to have him, you want to be him. He’s you and you’re him and it’s written fate and oh god you need to go to therapy megumi was right you need to start taking your damn meds on time why is it 3 am again?

……. 

“Sup, coach!” 

You’re a cockroach. You arrive half an hour before session starts, practising kata moves by yourself, grappling dummy puppets double your weight to the ground, turning extravagant somersaults. Standing in front of the line. Every new move Sukuna demonstrates, you ask a billion questions, getting it right exactly as he does it. Running the extra lap, the extra sparring bout with your friends, the extra push-up. 

Sukuna peers inside Megumi's mouth, poking his finger into his gums, checking for any bleeding. Despite his actions, he’s not blind to you, the itchy teeth in your maw. 

It’s not just a sport for people like you and Sukuna. People a little fucked in the head. People whose names, announced out loud, get the audience jumping and cheering, the main attraction of the night. Hurricanes out to flatten the competition. 

See, it’s not about the points. Just the gold doesn’t satisfy: you want blood and broken teeth on the floor after you’re done. You want your opponents to refuse to fight you. You want them crawling, begging for time-outs, their coaches throwing the towel in to save their lives, their teary mothers cursing your very sight. Just like Sukuna.

Sukuna who relishes in your eyes on him. The way your breathing quickens childlike when he wrestles your face to the dirty mat, arms twisted behind you, his heavy foot pinning you down. The way you linger a bit longer when he shrugs his gi off, thick biceps flexing against the overhead lights. What a nut, he thinks: bitten fingernails, daddy issues, all the wrong things that excite you. This one’s gonna kill.  

Your hunger he rears by starvation. The harder you fight for a scrap of his attention to prove yourself, the sweeter you get. He can almost see his own tattoos on your eager face. 

So narcissistic, the way his pants tighten when he watches you fight: it's his devilry that flashes in your young eyes. Too young for him, some noble nonsense of not fucking your student, like he gives a rat’s ass. A rising Alexander, he’ll pick you for himself the second you’re good enough.

He knows to wait for it. Latchkey kids like you, raised to fight for love, you’d never want something you could have. The unreachable glory of Sukuna was what made having him worth it. 

He also knew that once you had him, you’d dig your teeth into him so hard that you’d tear right through him. Maybe preserve him in formaldehyde too. 

Not that he’ll spoon-feed you chances for that. Not that he has to, when you do it for yourself.

“Coach, could you spar with me?”

He’s terribly pleased, but the frown he wears for you remains on his face. “Aiming too high, brat.”

“Sorry,” an apology that you don’t mean in the slightest. “But I think I can qualify for the next tournament, coach. I can start cutting weight tomorrow. Put me in this time, please, coach!” 

“You’re not good enough.”   “Let me convince you, coach.”

“Convince me?” He sounds so bored, as if you’re the greatest waste of his time.

I’ll change your mind, you promise.

I’d like to see you try– he’s amused.

“Oi, Todo! C’mere, beat this one for me. You–” he bends down to hold your chin, privately delighted at your blushing face. “– you score six points in sixty seconds against him, maybe I’ll think of putting you on the tournament roster.”

Right. Aoi Todo, brawler build, has the height and weight advantage on you, which means he’ll go for grappling techniques and try to pin you down to the ground. He’s not the type to go easy on anyone, and he likes to show off, so he’ll keep it short distance and try out some fancy kicks– he’ll waste time on performance and then you’ll get time to return attacks. Here’s the M.O. then: you keep light on your feet, dodge every single attack of his, and go for the head. Amen.

Todo squares up, entering the ring, dabbing you up in a show of good faith before assuming his fighting stance. Just as you predicted, his arms are open to take you down. 

You hold your ground. Todo, my friend, you grin at Sukuna, who for once has all his attention on you, I’m going to kill you. 

Sukuna blows the whistle, and immediately Todo lunges for you. A feint, for he changes tactics immediately and is punching you from the left. You have to jump over his shoulder to avoid it (Yuuji whoops), land behind his back, and before he can turn around, kick his spine so hard that he stumbles forward a bit. 

“2 points!” Sukuna checks the time: it’s been 6 seconds. 

Todo’s impressed too, you can tell. You’re distracted: Sukuna nodded at you! Both of you come back to your original positions, ready for the next point match. The whistle blows. 

He’s cautious this time– you kick his shins but he doesn’t yield an inch, so you attempt an upper-cut, but are caught unawares by his hook straight to your mouth. 

“Todo–1 point!” Your jaw feels dislocated, there’s tears threatening to brim in your eyes. Did you forget your meds again? Why can’t you stop giggling? 35 seconds gone.

Restart. You’re playing dirty now, tripping his ankle as he comes forward to attack. You pass through between his legs (using his height to your own advantage) to get behind him again. As if he was expecting it, you dodge his back kick, taking the moment where he’s off balance to land a 360 kick– right on his face. He groans in surprise, but you’re not done.

This isn’t about winning fair or showing sportsmanship spirit, you remind yourself as you pull Todo’s face into your knee, repeatedly, the sick sounds of his nose cartilage crunching. This is about you, Sukuna. 

He blows the whistle. 42 seconds, the match is over, Todo’s burst his sinuses open, bleeding too badly to avoid medical intervention. A K.O. you’re calling it. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you’ is Megumi’s opinion. 

“Decent.” Sukuna’s smiling. Buzzed giddy on adrenaline and sweat, you want to kill the both of you. “Fine. Start the diet tomorrow.” He’s already leaving, other students to tend to. You’re a tad disappointed: you thought it’d be him checking your bleeding jaw, not the medic. Still, you’re happy taking what you can. It doesn’t come by often. “Come by my office after practice.”

a/n: i wrote this while looping bread by anya nami, really elevated the experience

[schlattslambo]

hot for teacher | schlatt 18+

A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3

C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end

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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you aren’t sure why it’s even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.

It’s a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, it’s like you’re not even wearing a shirt at all.

You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.

“Ms (y/n),” Your professor says from the front of the room. “Come and see me please.”

You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didn’t allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.

“Yes, Mr Schlatt?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes at home?” Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, stupid, this is it.” You scoff.

Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.” Mr Schlatt says. “It had a good foundation, but it could use some work.”

“Did I fail the assignment, or what?” You snap. “I worked hard on that essay!”

“You would receive a 50, which is failing,” Mr Schlatt pauses. “This essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.”

“What??” You yelp. “How could I fail?! This is ridiculous!”

“I want you to redo the essay.” Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. “This is an essay template. I’d like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.”

You glare at him. “I’m not redoing that fucking essay.” You growl.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes darken in a way that you’ve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.

“First off, you do not speak to me like that.” Mr Schlatt says. “Second, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?”

Your eyes widen. Surely he’s joking. This is college for fucks sake! He can’t have this power over you. Especially over some essay.

“You can’t do that!” You yell.

“I can and I will,” Mr Schlatt says. “Now, from what I’ve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. I’d like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.”

With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.

Two classes later, you figure it’s best to just go back to Mr Schlatt’s classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.

You have to be Mr Schlatt’s least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and you’re going to give him that respect one way or another.

“Glad to see that you came back,” Mr Schlatt says.

It’s the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sigh.

The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.

“This is stupid,” You grumble. “Why can’t you just pass me?”

“I want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,” Mr Schlatt says. “But I can’t just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.”

You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.

“Is there any other way that you could pass me?” You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes narrow. “No,” He grits. “Now finish writing.”

Thankfully for him, you don’t notice Mr Schlatt’s pants becoming tighter at the crotch. You’re pushing his limits and if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to be pushed into his office’s supply closet and taught a lesson.

“You’re too hot to be this rude,” You grumble.

“You’re too old to be this defiant.” Mr Schlatt snaps back. “You have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or I’m kicking you out and you can fail the class.”

You look up at him and smirk. “Make me.”

The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.

“Get into my office,” He growls. “Now.”

You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” He asks. “Get up and get into my office.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. You’re speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.

With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.

“You’ve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).” Mr Schlatt breathes. “I’m so close to losing control.”

You smile softly. “Then lose control.” You reply.

“You sure about that, dollface?” Mr Schlatt smirks. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” You reply.

In a swift motion, you’re grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlatt’s office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.

“Now, (y/n),” Mr Schlatt breathes. “This is your last chance to back out.”

“No way.” You sigh.

“Stubborn little slut,” Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Now be fuckin’ quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing what a slut you are.”

Before you can respond, Mr Schlatt’s thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully you’re lying on the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” Mr Schlatt smirks. “Is this from being a defiant brat?”

You can’t help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.

“I think you need an attitude adjustment, don’t you?” Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.

“No!” You manage. “I don’t need an attitude adjustment!”

Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.

“Count ‘em for me, slut.” Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “One.”

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK.

The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.

“Mhm.” You sniffle.

“Atta girl.” Mr Schlatt praises. “Now since you took that so well, turn over.”

He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as you’re facing him, he kneels.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Rewarding you, the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. You’re nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlatt’s hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.

He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and he’s flushed, eating you out like it’s his last goddamn meal. He’s slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.

“F-fuck, Mr Schlatt…” You moan. “You feel so good.”

Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.

“Daddy.” He rasps.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daddy.”

You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.

“Daddy, fuck!” You mewl. “Keep doing that.”

Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlatt’s finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises you’re making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.

With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlatt’s cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. He’s sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got his hottest student’s pussy in his mouth right now.

He pulls back once you’re done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.

“Open.” He orders.

You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.

“Good girl.” Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.

“Am I gonna pass?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think you’ll manage a passing grade.”

You leave Mr Schlatt’s office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. You’re sure the next few meetings aren’t going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.

[sweetbans29]

Not Now - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: 4 times Caitlin riles you up (requested)

Warnings: Mature

Work Count: 3k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: As requested, here is the opposite of Now's Not the Time. I hope you enjoy it!

one. put it away.

It is the beginning of Hawkeye basketball season and your team is looking pretty tight. Practices have been strong and everyone was working really hard to be the best. With that, everyone has been super concentrated on developing their skills and if there is anything that you know about a concentrated Caitlin it can be the cutest and cruelest thing to you.

It started out cute - seeing her tongue peek out when she was really into a game or when she was going for a shot that took a little more planning. You found it adorable and would often tease her about it at the beginning of your relationship. Fast forward a little and she showed you exactly what that tongue could do causing what was once innocent to be something that had you itching for her in the middle of a packed stadium.

It is another home game and it is going to be a challenging one. You are in the locker room with the team, everyone is getting ready and getting in the zone. You take special notice of your girlfriend who has been chewing the same piece of gum since the two of you left your apartment. Her tongue playing with that piece of gum like she was playing with you last night.

You are sitting there during your team meeting before going out for warm-ups mesmerized by the way your girl is smacking her gum. You feel ridiculous but as you are sitting there, trying to pay attention to your coaches, your knee bouncing a mile a minute to distract your body and mind. She has no idea what she is doing to you.

Once the meeting is dismissed, you all line up to head out for warm-ups. You are standing next to Caitlin and Kate.

"You should spit out your gum before we head on the floor," you say, trying not to draw any attention to the face that your skin is buzzing being so close to hers. Not touching, but close enough to feel her presence.

"Why? It's not hurting anybody," she says with a little laugh, completely unaware of the way it is making you crave her.

"Your girls right," says Kate. "Don't want you choking on it before the game begins."

You silently thank Kate as you see Caitlin spit out her gum. Her tongue runs over her lips and you bite our bottom lip, concealing a moan that so desperately wants to escape your lips.

The team runs out and you all get to warm up. Everyone knows exactly where to go and what to do. As you are shooting threes, you notice Caitlin's tongue makes its first appearance. Your center aches at the sight and you make your way to her.

You grab her arm and turn her so no one can see what you are saying.

"I am going to need you to keep that pretty little tongue of yours away, it is driving me insane," you say. She knows as well as everyone that we all need to be present in the game and by now knowing this newfound distraction of yours she makes a decision.

She doesn't say a word, rather steps back and looks at you, then down to your lips and runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

You instantly squeeze your thighs together to get any sort of friction. To anyone on the outside, it looks like the two of you are just having a conversation. But Caitlin sees your little move and brings you close enough for only you to hear.

"Keep squeezing those thighs together babe, because I am going to have them spread wide open for me tonight," she whispers in your ear then grabs a ball to shoot a three.

Your head is spinning and you forget where you are, your senses are heightened only for her. You cannot believe she just said that to you.

You are brought back to reality when you hear a whistle blow, signaling the game is going to start.

This is about to be one of the longest games of your life.

two. drawings.

It's team dinner night. it is typical for the team to go out to dinner the night before any away game and you always looked forward to getting some time out.

The team was in Connecticut for a game against UConn. Hannah and Jada were the ones to pick the place for your night out. These dinners typically consisted of getting good food because the night before games were always dry.

That is how you all found yourself in this mom-and-pop Italian restaurant. You sit next to Caitlin at the end of the table with Kate across from you. Everyone is looking at their menus when it all starts.

Your menu is on the table in front of you, and you are intensely scanning through the extensive menu. Your girlfriend's hand makes its way to your thigh. You don't think much of it as it is usually just a way for her to ground herself when she feels a little anxious. But little to her knowledge, the way she is looking in her dress has you ready to take her back to the hotel room.

You give her hand a little tap, to acknowledge her and continue looking at the menu. Her hand never leaves your thigh as you all order and start up a conversation about random things. As much as you want to jump into the conversation, you struggle to hear what anyone is saying due to your girlfriend beginning to draw patterns on your thigh.

You take a deep breath and bring your hand down to hers. You take hold of it, not removing it from its place on your leg, but to keep her fingers from dancing over your skin. She looks over at you with a slight frown but you just give her a small smile. You aren't ready to reveal how much her touch is affecting you.

The food comes out and your hand releases hers. You were fully expecting her hand to remove itself from your body but it stays put as she eats with her other hand. Only removing her hand to use her napkin to wipe her face. The second she puts her napkin down, her hand finds its rightful place on your thigh.

When you finish your food, your stomach is satisfied and you lean back in your chair. You are finally relaxed enough to engage in conversation and almost forget Caitlin's hand. That is until it begins to change up its patterns.

You are talking to Kate when your mind goes blank. Caitlin's fingers have made their way to the hem of your dress (you debated if the dress was too short when getting dressed but Cait said it was fine and that you looked good). You are now regretting the choice of outfit as the hem of your dress is quite high and with one slip of the wrist, her fingers would be where you have been waiting for them all dinner.

Your hand goes down to grab hers but she stops you with her other hand. You try to look at her - she doesn't turn to face you, but rather continues her conversation with the girls.

Her fingers are still playing with the hem of your dress, alongside now the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky breath, doing everything in your power to listen to the conversation.

A pool begins to form at your core as Caitlin's light touch keeps gracing itself on your sensitive skin. She went between gripping your thigh to only letting the pads of her fingertips graze your skin. It is maddening.

You keep trying to give her looks to show her that she needs to cool it but she seems to be actively avoiding your eyes. So you do the only thing you can think of (aside from removing her hand which you know she will fight and you will lose) is to cross your legs. You begin to shift and are about to bring your leg over, closing your thighs to her torture when she whips her head around to you and says one word.

"No."

You give a little pout and try again. This time, she pushes her hand further up your inner thigh, high enough to feel you are dripping from her touch and have been for a while now. You are slightly embarrassed and she is quite surprised.

Not surprised as you are when her finger grazes under your thong, swiping you only once. Then bringing it out from under your dress to meet her lips, tasting you in front of the whole team.

You look around in horror, only to find no one is paying attention to you.

You use this time to cross your legs. Keeping Cait out and releasing some of the tension. Your pupils are slightly blown out and your heartbeat has quickened.

Caitlin leans over to your ear and says, "I can't wait for dessert."

three. messages.

You are the proud recipient of the John R Wooden Award. This year you were nominated alongside your girlfriend Caitlin and were chosen. That is what brings you, your family and your girlfriend to Los Angeles, CA.

You are all dressed up, and ready for the events of the day. The schedule included: the award ceremony, interview panel, and gala. You are all in for a busy day.

After putting on your watch, regardless of the event, you always wear your Apple watch. You are struggling with your necklace when you feel some hands come to your shoulders. Looking up, you see your girlfriend taking the ends of the necklace and latching it around your neck. She turns you around to face her and makes sure it is center before looking at you with a smile.

"You are beautiful babe," she says, giving your hand a squeeze.

"Thank you, love," you say and give her a hug. You both stand there for a moment, taking in each other's embrace.

"I am so nervous," you say. "I hate speaking in front of people."

"You are going to do great. If you need some comfort just look over at me and you will be just fine," she says with a smile. You thank her and everyone gets on their way.

Once at the center where you are accepting the award, the team there guides you through where you need to be. You are there with the male recipient as well which makes this all a little better, knowing you aren't doing any of this alone.

The two of you accept the award and head into the interview panel. You are sitting in front of a large group of people and reporters ready to ask you all the questions under the sun. Your eyes scan the crowd for your person. It takes you a second but you find her. She is sitting next to your parents and coach. You offer her a little wave which she happily returns.

The interview begins and questions come flying at you left and right. You are stiff and have a hard time finding your footing on how to answer them. Not that you aren't capable, you are incredibly smart, but you are much better at playing a game in front of a stadium full of people than sitting in a room full of them and answering questions.

Caitlin takes notice of your stiffness and wishes she could do something to help you relax a little...

As you are sitting up on stage, your foot taps uncontrollably. Your hand is in your lap, bouncing as much as your leg. That is when you feel a buzz on your wrist.

You look down and see a message come in.

[Babe 🤍: Look at me]

You look up at your girl and she motions you to breathe. As she does, she unintentionally licks her lips which causes you to do the same.

[Babe 🤍: Stop the leg tapping]

[Babe 🤍: Imagine my hand on your knee to slow it down]

An innocent statement, meant to help your nerves, takes your mind to someplace much less clean. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as the guy is answering some questions now.

Caitlin takes notice of this and decides to egg you on a little more.

[Babe 🤍: Imagine what my hands could do to you under that table, in front of everyone]

[Babe 🤍: Going to all the places you want them now, making you feel better by the second]

You squeeze your legs together as your cheeks begin to heat up. You are suddenly very warm and feel like you need fresh air. Someone then asks you a question and you answer it without any hesitation. Your mind focuses on the question as your body is on fire.

[Babe 🤍: Good girl]

[Babe 🤍: You'll be rewarded for that tonight]

[Babe 🤍: The question is, do you want it in the form of my fingers or my tongue...]

When you read the last of the three messages, you lick your lips and look up feeling lightheaded. You have no idea how you are going to get through a whole gala before going back to your hotel room. Maybe you won't have to wait and the two of you will find a supply closet or something.

[Babe 🤍: I will take that as you want my tongue]

[Babe 🤍: Well lucky for you I am dying for a feast]

You gulp as your cheeks continue to redden. You take a sip of your water, hoping to cool yourself down.

[Babe 🤍: Good idea on the water, you are going to need to be hydrated for all I am going to do to you tonight]

Looking up at Cait, you see her smirking at you. She then gives you a little wink you just shake your head.

You cannot believe that just happened.

four. denial. (mature)

You and Caitlin were overdue for a date night. Between practices, games, and school - life has been pretty crazy and all you want is to have a night in with your girl.

As much as the two of you enjoy going out, you both opted for a night in. You decide on a movie night, ordering takeout and having a truly lazy evening, just the two of you. Whenever you two do a movie night, you always watch two. One is your pick of movie and the other is her pick of movie. They don't need to be anything alike, but it has helped avoid any fights over who gets to choose.

The food arrives and you two take up your post on the couch. You eat and talk and laugh and really just enjoy each other's presence.

You cuddle up into her as you decide to put on the first movie - it was your choice, The Hating Game.

You are situated between her legs, your back to her front as her arms are draped around your middle, fingers mindlessly playing with the strings of your sweatpants.

As you are watching the movie, you are hyperaware of what her hands and body are doing. Her head is leaning on yours, adjusting every now and then to breathe in your scent and tease your neck with her breath.

Her hands toy with the waistband of your pants and you can't help but get excited. It has been a minute since the two of you have been intimate. Not from a lack of desire but just a lack of time. So being here now, knowing you two have the whole night - you are ready. Beyond ready, really.

Your hands graze her forearms as she reaches one of her hands into your sweatpants. Her fingers lazily play around you as you grow impatient.

"Cait - please," you say and your head leans back into her shoulder and you bit your lip.

"Please what?" She asks as she ever so gently swipes your most sensitive spot.

"Please touch me," you practically beg, wanting to feel more of her touch. She obliges as her fingers begin a work on you.

You begin to pant and moan feeling her fingers go deeper inside of you. She is still taking her time, giving you what you want but going nice and slow - enjoying every second of her girl coming undone in front of her. She loves making a mess of you.

You moan her name as you begin to feel your climax build up inside of you. Her free hand comes up to your breast as it begins to massage it, giving you a little more pleasure. You lean your head up more and use one of your hands to turn her head to bring her lips to yours.

Her lips meet yours and you moan into her mouth. You missed this so much.

Her fingers begin to pick up the pace as she feels you getting close. Not only that but you get quite vocal when you near your climax and Caitlin absolutely thrives off it. It sets a fire in her and she never wants your moans to end.

"Babe, don't stop. I am so close," you moan as your eyes squeeze shut. Her fingers doing a work on you and her lips make their way to your neck, leaving little love bites up and down it - overloading your senses.

Right as you are about to finish, you are met with emptiness. Climax fading before it even arrives. Your whole body jolts and the nastiest whimper cries from your lips.

"Caitlin Clark, what the..." you are about to yell as she places two of the fingers she just removed from you and pushes them gently but firmly in your mouth. You moan into her fingers.

She then begins to sit up, taking you with her. You move to a sitting position on the couch as she gets up and grabs your hand, placing kisses all over the backside of it.

"I plan on taking my time with you little one," she says as she pulls you up from the couch.

"And I am just getting started," she says as she lifts you over her shoulder and takes you to your shared bed.

AN: Well here it is! I hope this did the request justice. Thanks for reading lovelies! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[captain-hawks]

HUZZAH!!! nice i didn't miss it! how about narumi + pink !

gen narumi x reader

c: "flirting", ...gum sharing, i apologize in advance what you're about to read!!!!, gen "who's going to match my freak" narumi

“Platoon Leader.”

You jump slightly at the sound of Captain Gen Narumi’s voice, his tone pitched low as his hot breath skirts the shell of your ear, and the rifle shudders in your hands, your perfectly-framed target lost as the scope jolts with you.

Turning to glare at the man crouched down beside you, you inhale sharply when you realize how close he is, your noses brushing before you nearly stumble backward onto your ass. 

Narumi’s right hand shoots out to steady you, fingers treading along the side of your jacket, skirting dangerously close to your hip as you rock back onto your feet. 

“Yes?” you ask as you catch your breath, annoyed.

He smiles, head tilted to the side as he leans his cheek against a gloved palm. Narumi stares at you for a moment before tapping his closed lips twice with his pointer finger.

Eyes widening, you snap in a hushed whisper, “What the fuck?”

The back of your neck burns as you blink at him, incredulous. Sure, the two of you have been flirting like your lives depend on it for the past couple of months. 

And yeah, if Captain Narumi wanted to call it a day for today’s training session, sending everyone else inside before finally ravishing you right here on this rooftop, you certainly wouldn’t object. 

But you’ve never actually explicitly acknowledged any of this with him directly, not by a longshot.

And you would have thought his style would be more along the lines of pinning you up against the wall in a deserted hallway inside of the base mid-argument with his mouth against yours.

Not…whatever the fuck is happening right now.

He shakes his head, eyes flicking to your mouth for a moment as your jaw flexes. “You’re chewing gum.”

Oh.

Hot, mortifying embarrassment begins to set in. Earlier this year, gum was banned from the training grounds after a new recruit choked on a piece of it in the middle of an exercise. As a platoon leader, you certainly know better, but by the time you realized you’d forgotten to spit it out today, there was nowhere to dispose of it. 

“Well, I don’t suppose you have a tissue or a napkin, do you?” you ask dryly. 

Narumi shakes his head, offering you an open palm instead, his hand hovering near your mouth.

You blink at him several times until he finally says, “Go ahead.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

He doesn’t reply, just calmly stares at you, waiting. Sighing, you open your mouth, gently spitting the sticky pink wad into his hand.

And to your absolute fucking surprise with not a single word of warning, Captain Narumi pops the piece of gum into his mouth and resumes chewing it. 

“What the fuck,” you mutter to yourself again after he walks away. 

Two hours later, freshly showered, Captain Narumi finds you alone in the hall outside of your quarters, once again scaring you nearly half to death as he taps your shoulder the exact moment you begin to twist the door handle.

Spinning around, you find him standing right in front of you as you lean back against the door. Your heart thrums an unsteady rhythm as you subtly suck down a slow, steady breath. 

“Nice job today,” he says, eyes glinting with a hint of pride that matches the warm swell in your chest at his words. 

Well, you had smoked the rest of your team once you recovered from The Gum Incident (recovered being a very loose, vague term for the strange mix of feelings still squirming in your chest). 

“Thanks.”

You try to ignore the hot, insistent reaction that stirs in your gut at the sight of his messy, sweaty hair. He’s still in his suit, though it’s unzipped a few inches down at the neck, where his mask hangs loosely. Narumi slowly places a hand on the surface of the door beside your head, and the foam soles of your shower shoes protest against the linoleum floor as your toes tightly curl against them. 

“I have something for you,” he says in a hushed tone, shifting to close the gap between your face and his. 

Anticipation sears your nerves and rattles your bones. Thankful to be leaning against something for the sake of your weak knees, your eyes fall shut, and he gently runs a bare thumb along your bottom lip.

“Open,” Captain Narumi murmurs. 

Confused, you comply, lips parting as he hooks his pointer finger beneath your chin, your eyes following suit of their own accord to meet his determined gaze. 

And then Narumi’s mouth grazes yours in the ghost of a kiss before he spits a piece of gum into your mouth.

What the fuck. 

His fingers briefly feather against your jawline as he pulls away, straightening up. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have any bubblegum flavor to replace yours,” he shrugs and grins, though he really doesn’t look sorry at all as you tentatively bite down and taste peppermint. “See you in the mess hall, Platoon Leader.”

[ange1sang]

kinktober d.3: gallavich + oral fixation

minors + under 18s pls do not interact ty

gallavich (ian x mickey); 2k words, smut, college au, crushes, blowjobs, oral fixation

a/n: this one's an au but i swear it's good so pls give it a chance!! <3

Mickey’s never been one to stare. He knows how to mind his own business, fuck you very much, and on top of that he doesn’t find most people all that interesting. Some of them are hot, some of them are boring, but most of them land somewhere in the middle that warrants a few glances at most before he makes a move or leaves them alone. He’s a direct person, for better or worse, and doesn’t find much fun in the whole playing footsie under the table and biting your lip at each other. If he’s into someone he’ll come out and say it, so no, he doesn’t spend much of his time staring at people. But this one ginger fuck — well, he’s an exception.

Mickey sees him for the first time in his Entrepreneurship class. This shouldn’t mean anything, really, because there are at least three hundred people crammed into the lecture hall, but the redhead is hot and sitting a row down just to Mickey’s right so that he’s got a good view of him. He’s hot enough that Mickey considers asking if he’ll be at the student bar later, but instead he finds himself watching him the whole class. In particular, he finds him watching his mouth.

The whole class, the redhead has something between his lips. At first he’s chewing gum, which he neatly folds away in a piece of scrap paper ten minutes into the lecture and replaces with the end of his pen. At first he’s just running it back and forth across his lips, almost like he’s flirting subconsciously with someone, but eventually he starts chewing on the plastic, teeth digging into little grooves already formed there. Even during the break when he’s chatting idly with the person sat next to him he runs his tongue along his bottom lip between sentences, bites at his top lip so that it’s slick with spit when he starts to speak again. Mickey’s captivated, and by the time he’s packing his notebook away he realises he didn’t learn much of anything from the lecture.

Next lecture, he looks around for the ginger head of hair and sits behind him again. He tells himself this time he’ll ask where he’s staying, find something to talk about that makes it clear he wants to hang out, but then the redhead unwraps a lollipop and all of those thoughts vanish. It’d be one thing if he just sucked on it like a normal person, but every few minutes he grabs a hold of the stick and rubs it back and forth over his lips like he’s applying gloss. Once again, an hour and forty five minutes are lost to watching this guy’s mouth. Watching how he leaves his lips shiny with sugar for a second or two before licking it away, over and over until the lollipop is gone. Even then he keeps the stick in his mouth, moving it up and down then side to side with his tongue. Mickey’s glad the pull up desk is close enough to his lap that no one can see the boner he spends all class willing away.

This happens again, and again, until Mickey feels like he’s going insane. He hasn’t mapped out anybody’s face this well, couldn’t tell you if his flatmate had any beauty marks, but he’s got the freckles on this guy’s face committed to memory. And his mouth. He has an embarrassing amount of daydreams (and real dreams) about his fucking mouth. It’s a nightmare. Every time he checks his timetable and sees Entrepreneurship his stomach does a little flip-flop of anticipation. And if Mickey’s never been one for staring, he’s definitely never been one for stomach flip-flops.

It’s the eighth lecture when he gets to class and doesn’t spot the redhead there, which unnerves him slightly because he’s always weirdly early. But whatever. The lectures aren’t mandatory and with the amount of people in the class it’d be impossible to see the same people every time. He sits down towards the back and pulls out his notebook and pen (free of teeth marks, unlike that redheaded fuck’s). It’s almost like clockwork, what happens next. As soon as the cap on his pen comes off, the seat next to his is being pushed down and— shit.

“Cool if I sit here?” the redhead asks, even though he’s already sat down, pulling out a notebook and his signature chewed up pen.

“Guess so,” Mickey mumbles, and realises far too late that he’s been staring at him. He’s gotten so used to doing it that it’s almost like second nature, but now that the guy’s sitting close enough that he can feel the warmth coming off of his arm it’s painfully obvious that he’s looking at him and his mouth.

They sit in silence until the lecture starts, at which point the redhead leans into him and speaks softly around the pen cap between his lips.

“My name’s Ian,” he whispers. Mickey glances at him and instantly feels a familiar warmth in his stomach when he twists the pen cap back and forth between his lips.

“Mickey,” he whispers back, averting his eyes before he digs himself any further into this hole.

“My friend said you were staring last lecture,” Ian goes on, voice taking on a teasing lilt that has Mickey cussing under his breath. “And the one before that, and the one before?”

He phrases it like a question, like Mickey should say something to defend himself before he jumps to conclusions. There isn’t much to say though, not when the conclusions are probably accurate, so he just shrugs.

“You’ve always got shit in your mouth, man,” he mumbles back, meeting Ian’s eyes for a split second and then looking down at where he’s sucking on his bottom lip for what he hopes is just a split second. “’S fuckin’ weird.”

“Weird?” Ian whispers, breaking off into a giggle just loud enough to make someone in the row ahead of them turn around. Mickey nods, even though he can feel warmth climbing his cheeks to the tips of his ears, watching how the other wipes the spit from his bottom lip with his thumb. “Sure it’s not ‘cause you want to put something else in my mouth?”

If Mickey hadn’t already given himself a Pavlovian reaction to this godforsaken class that sentence alone would definitely be enough to do it.

“Maybe,” he gets out without sounding too embarrassed. He looks at Ian and finds him with the end of his pen between his teeth, tongue running along the bite marks on the end of it. Paired with the knowing smile on his lips it’s enough to give him a semi. “You gonna do somethin’ about it, red?”

“Soon as class is over,” Ian says, grinning like he’s told a joke. Mickey feels like he’s been handed a sentence instead, checking the time on his phone and realising there’s an hour and a half left of class.

.

The second they’re out of the lecture hall Ian’s grinning at him all over again. Mickey chooses to ignore how his cheeks are burning in favour of rummaging around in his bag for his cigarettes.

“Don’t light anything, my place is just across the street,” Ian says, grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him towards the exit. Mickey raises an eyebrow.

“You’re eager,” he comments, which makes Ian snort.

“Like you said, I’ve always got stuff in my mouth,” he replies like it’s nothing.

Ian’s place is a cramped studio, about as disorganised as any college student’s place, but Mickey doesn’t get to look around for more than a couple of seconds before Ian’s reaching for his jeans, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them without looking. His mouth is centimetres from Mickey’s, and even now he’s got his bottom lip between his teeth, smiling at Mickey as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers.

“Wanna sit on my bed?” he asks, even as he’s pushing Mickey’s jeans down his legs.

“Yeah, whatever,” Mickey shrugs. He couldn’t care less where he’s standing or sitting as long as he finally gets to feel this guy’s fucking mouth on him. He doesn’t have to worry or wait much longer because as soon as he’s siting down Ian’s got his pants around his ankles and leans forward to land an open-mouthed kiss on the head of his dick.

He doesn’t start stroking him to get him hard like Mickey half-expects him to do. Instead he runs his tongue all over him, licking up along one of the veins on the side of his length and swirling his tongue around the head, flicking it against the frenulum and moving his face down to suck on his balls. He barely uses his hands and yet he has Mickey’s dick spit-coated and hard in nearly record time.

“Feel as good as you thought it would?” he asks while he’s rubbing the slit against his lips, smearing precum across them like it’s lip gloss. Mickey’s reminded of him doing the same thing with his lollipop in the second lecture they shared and groans.

“Fuck yeah,” is all he gets out before Ian starts sucking him off in earnest and god fucking damn. All that staring did nothing to prepare Mickey for how the redhead takes him to the hilt like it’s nothing, drooling all over his dick and coming up for air with strings of spit still connecting them. Ian smiles at him with an oddly out of place schoolboy charm, and leans in to suck along the side of his cock.

His tongue is skilled, which Mickey had already figured, but the way it drags along his skin has his brain melting, first the tip tracing along every sensitive spot he can find and then pressed flat against the underside of his dick as he leans down and takes him all the way. Mickey finds himself unable to do much other than swear as Ian stays down for longer than should be possible, nose buried in his pubes as he swallows around his dick.

“Motherfucker,” Mickey grits out through clenched teeth, letting his head fall back when Ian finally comes up to breathe. Even as he catches his breath he doesn’t stop, running his lips and tongue over every inch of him until he’s covered in a thick, sticky layer of saliva. It doesn’t put Ian off either — if anything he’s more excited about lapping up all of the precum and spit on Mickey’s skin.

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum,” he demands suddenly, voice just a little rough, and it’s all Mickey can do not to laugh.

“Any fuckin’ second,” he admits, earning him a grin from the redhead before he’s bobbing his head again. He feels like heaven, Mickey thinks for a split second, and then his tongue is rubbing right against his frenulum and good fucking God. He moans embarrassingly loud and Ian seems to get the cue because he pulls up just in time to catch every spurt of cum on his tongue.

Mickey watches, captivated like he always is by Ian’s mouth, as the redhead used the head of his dick to spread cum evenly over his lips and then licks it all away and swallows.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re fuckin’ good at that.”

Ian shrugs, sitting back and taking a deep breath. Mickey keeps watching for a moment, notices how for the first time since he’s seen him his mouth stays totally still. No lip licking or biting, no fingertip stuck between his teeth to chew on. He’s surprised — pleasantly or otherwise, he’s not sure.

“How come you’re always putting shit in your mouth anyway?” he asks. The question instantly has Ian’s tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.

“It’s an anxiety thing. Nervous tic or something,” he says, looking flustered for the first time. Mickey smirks.

“You stopped doing it for a minute there, y’know,” he states, and watches as his freckled cheeks turn pink.

“Yeah, well don’t get ahead of yourself, we haven’t been on a date or anything,” he says with a smile, getting up and throwing a towel in Mickey’s direction.

Mickey stifles a laugh. At least he knows what he’s asking him next lecture.

[beomiracles]

his heroin

─ "taehyun never gets bored of watching you, if you were a drug you'd be his favourite, his heroin"

pairing: taehyunxfemale!reader warnings: taehyun is a freaky pervert, like he's a freak, slight descriptions of masturbation

A/N ─ I just wanted to say a quick thank you, we've reached over 100 followers in the short span of a week and I couldn't be more grateful for the love and supportive I've received on here since I started posting regularly !! anyways here's something small for while I work on pretty princess ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Twirling the strands of your soft hair between your dainty fingers, you chew on a piece of gum, occasionally blowing it to bubble before ─ pop! Gazing out the window of your school's plain classroom, your mind seemingly far away, oh how Taehyun wonders where it might be.

You look, bored, why? Taehyun frowns, why would you be bored, did you not like this class? why were you taking it? did you have no choice? are you tired? thirsty? hungry? His thoughts are cut short as you readjust yourself on your chair.

You cross your legs, the flimsy material of you uniform skirt riding up to reveal plush thighs, Taehyun's stare is shameless. In fact everything about him is, but how could he resist? when you presented yourself like this, right before his eyes, silly girl, you should know better.

His stare was endless, hungry eyes never leaving you, had he had a desk mate he would've probably gotten caught by now. But you were oh so naive, not sparing him more than a fragment of a glance, it riled Taehyun on further.

The bell rings, chaos is everywhere, it's almost lunch, but Taehyun isn't hungry. Spitting the gum out in your hand, you stick it under the table, Taehyun isn't disgusted. The class empties out, he finds your desk, letting his hands run across the chair, then his forehead, his cheek, his nose, inhaling your sweet scent.

He reaches down, pulling your chewed up gum between two long fingers. Twisting it in his hands, smelling it, chewing it. Taehyun is ecstatic.

You eat lunch with your friends, you have a lot of friends, at least Taehyun thinks they are. Your laugh echoes off the cafeteria walls, but it's all he hears. He watches as your plump and pouty lips move when you talk, your teeth when you smile, the way your long full lashes reach the top of your cheeks when you blink.

He follows you, but he would never admit that, he just wants to make sure you're okay. You're so naive, it's almost painful, do you not know what you do to him? Opening your locker ─ 104, on the second floor, your pass code is 3958.

Book in his hands, Taehyun sneaks glances as you reapply your lipgloss, smacking your lips lightly as you finish. Running a hand through your soft hair, you look...sad, you reach for your phone. Why are you sad? You're calling someone, he sees you dial the number, watches it ring, signal after signal, no one picks up. Who are you calling? Taehyun wants to ask. A single tear slides down your cheek, Taehyun wants to die.

Taehyun isn't stupid, he waits, listens, he finds out that your boyfriend broke up with you. You're devastated, Taehyun is ecstatic, you don't come to school for a full week, Taehyun spends his week planning.

He grows bold, it starts off with notes, small, the size of your palm. He writes poetry, his mind is always occupied by you, filled with you, he decides to put words on his feelings. He doesn't reveal himself, not yet, one day he will, but you're not ready.

When Taehyun finds his note in a trash can, he knows he needs to step up his ways. Small gifts, thoughtful and considerate, at least so he thinks. Taehyun doesn't understand why you don't accept them, did you not like them? why? why don't you like them? Taehyun knows you like pink, he knows vanilla is your favourite flavour, he knows what your favourite lipgloss is, he knows that there isn't anything wrong with the gifts, so why won't you accept them?

You change the passcode to your locker ─ Taehyun regrets putting your gifts inside, perhaps it had made you on edge. Taehyun thought you'd be overjoyed to learn that someone took the time to learn your passcode. Now he has to start over.

Taehyun grows impatient. It's small things at first, barely noticeable, your eraser, one of your pencils, items that could easily be misplaced. It wasn't enough, Taehyun needed more. Your lipgloss, your hair tie, your pink hair clips. But what made your stomach queasy was when you came back from gym class. Your panties were gone, you search everywhere, desperately.

He brings the fabric up to his nose, inhaling your scent as if it were his favourite drug of choice. And it was, you were his favourite form of heroin. Taehyun got off on the thought of you, a lot. One hand on his cock, the other scrolling through your pictures on social media. The hand on his cock holds your panties, coating them in slick as he drags them up and down. The fabric feels like heaven on his cock, he cums more than once.

That's when he gets very bold. He wraps his gift in all shades pink, a pretty bow on top, a note, a signature. Just a simple, K.T, nothing more, nothing less. Taehyun watches you open it, he watches your face go from uneasy to horrified. The yell that rips out from your throat is angelic, he thinks. Dropping the box, you step back, shaking your head, covering your eyes.

Your abused panties lay neatly in the box, coated with your admirers semen. You think the gift is morbid, Taehyun thinks it's beautiful. Soon, he thinks, soon he will reveal himself, you're almost ready.

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Popping Gum

Choi San x Reader(afab)

🍰🍬 - suggestive and fluffy

Authors note: Hiiiiiiii, I know I bet we’re all surprised I’m publishing a fic so soon after the last one. I’ve been working on this a few days though and wanted to get it out to you all as soon as I could. San is my bias wrecker so it was a lot of fun making this! I am going to play him the best I can and we’ll see how it goes, but I have a really good feeling about this one!

Warnings: Suggestive, spit swapping, gum sharing, reader is called “kitten” once , lingering touches from both parties

Triggers: N/A

You felt absolutely ridiculous for your current emotions. You were jealous. And over what? A mere piece of gum. A piece of gum that San had been chewing on for less than five minutes now. Your eyes watching his mouth from a distance as he blew a bubble with the gum. Watching his tongue pull the gum back into his mouth completely.

You wanted that to be your tongue in his mouth. Your wet muscle exploring his spit filled cavern. You felt so dirty thinking about that. Even shame had begun to cloud your mind as your darkest fantasies began to play out in your head right during the middle of the group's choreo practice. They were taking an hour long break now after practicing four hours before.

Hongjoong questioned if you were okay, his voice full of concern, mentioning the red blush that had begun to cross your face. Nodding and blaming it on the rooms temperature with a reassuring smile which would’ve been believable if it hadn’t been for your fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. He brushed it off and went back to talking with Seonghwa, to which you secretly turned your attention back to san’s lips.

Relief rushing through you when the group decided to head out and get some lunch for everybody. Leaving you alone with San and the youngest of the group. Jongho didn’t seem to mind that he had been voted to stay behind. As soon as the group was gone, he was excusing himself to go to the bathroom. This would’ve been the perfect opportunity for you to take a risk with San.

You, however, lacked the confidence to even give San a high five or a hug. He always had to initiate it and even when he did, you seemed so awkward with it. It was hard to act so chill and nonchalant when one of the hottest men in the world was in the same room as you. It pained you every time you made a fool of yourself in front of him. Always worried that he would just see you as the weird and awkward choreo teacher.

It was always weird when someone called you that. You were much younger than some of these men, being only 21, yet you were their choreography teacher. Sometimes you blessed whoever had given you this amazing opportunity because being around the group always made you so happy. They were all so devoted to being their best and also being carefree at the same time. It just fit right like two puzzle pieces.

Eyes slowly trailing back over towards where San had been and taking in a sharp inhale when you come eye to eye with the most beautiful cat-like pair of eyes ever. He was so close that you could smell the mint on his breath from the gum he was chewing. The blush from before traveled back to your cheeks as you tried to conjure up the right words, but only managing to let out a somewhat squeaky mutter of his name.

“ You were staring at me, kitten. “, a sly and charming smile on his lips as he spoke the words. “ Specifically my lips. There something you like about them? “. There it was. That damn piece of gum that had  gotten you into this position. San must’ve noticed your interest in the piece of gum because all of a sudden his lips were smashing against yours and the gum was being slotted into your mouth.

The internal freakout began as you realized that San’s lips were on yours, he was kissing you, and kissing you very good at that. Eyes shutting as you let him deepen the kiss and cup your cheeks. They didn’t stay there though, the left slid down to cup your ass and pull you against him before the right joined in. Bodies pressed together, and hands wandering where they really shouldn't be in such a public place. That was the last thing on your mind though.

All you could think about was his tongue in your mouth and your hand grabbing his hair. He felt so good pressed against you like this. If only you could maybe get just a little closer to him. You’d have to wait for that though. The group could return at any moment and a scandal was the last thing they needed with their new comeback just around the corner. This thing you had with San would need to be a secret until you both agreed the time was right. Even then though, you’d have to ask the companies permission and could run the risk of being fired.

That could be a discussion later on when San’s hands weren’t sliding down to your thighs to pull your shorts up further so he could feel more of your skin. You both pulled from the kiss slowly when you heard wooyoung’s voice nearing with the rest of the group. Wiping your lips and sitting back where you had been before. A wink was sent your way from San as he moved back to his own spot.

Greeting the group with him when they finally entered the room with the food. Jongho had finally exited the bathroom where he had been making a phone call to his family. Nobody seemed to notice the blush on your cheeks and the slight swolleness of San’s lips. Well you assumed they hadn’t noticed but you caught someones attention when you began to chew the piece of gum San had slipped into your mouth with his tongue.

Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the room as he pointed a finger at you, “ San you said you didn’t have anymore gum!”. San shrugged at wooyoung and spoke up after swallowing a bite of the strawberry and cream sandwich he had been given. “ I just didn’t want to share with you. “.  Feeling relieved that wooyoung seemed to believe it and the rest of the group couldn’t care less about it.

Looking to San and blushing when he shoots you one last wink. Who knew your interest in san’s popping gum could get you the biggest, steamiest secret of your life.

Authors ending note; Sooooooo, what did we think? I liked this one a lot 🤭 It was long and had a lot of steaminess to it! Can you guys tell I like making wooyoung a little menace in my fics? I feel like it just fits him so well! I hope you guys liked this one though! Tell me what you think in the comments section! 

[sastielsfandom]

Sam leaned on the Impala, opening a piece of gum and popping it into his mouth, squinting at the sun. Castiel was watching him carefully, "What is that?"

"Gum," Sam said, taking another stick out, "want a piece?"

"It's not food, is it?" Castiel questioned, taking the wrapped stick of gum, smelling it and frowning. 

"Not quite." Sam said, laughing through his nose, "You just chew it."

Castiel opened it, tilting his head, continuing his inspection, "And then what?"

"And then you spit it out when you're done with it." Sam said, and waited for Castiel to try it, but the angel was more focused on the wrapper than the gum.

"Here," Sam said, taking it out of the wrapper, tucking that bit into Castiel's trench coat, "just try it."

Castiel slowly brought it to their mouth, and mimicked Sam by throwing it into their mouth. Just as quickly as it went it, it went out, landing on the ground, "That was disgusting."

Sam tried to refrain from laughing, instead cleared his throat, "Um, most people chew it before they get to that part, and I guess I should've specified you throw it away in the trash. Not the floor."

"Do you like your gum?" Castiel asked, watching Sam chew. 

Sam raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess-" Castiel pulled Sam down into a kiss, swiping the gum from his mouth, and chewed it just as Sam did. 

"I prefer the gum like this," Castiel said, nodding, looking at the gum that had landed on the floor, "not like that."

Sam's face was beyond red, he rubbed the back of his neck, and turned the other way, "Um, yeah, uh, if you chewed it enough, it would've done the same thing."

Castiel frowned at Sam's reaction, "Do you want it back?"

"You keep it, Cas." Sam reassured, and relieved as Dean came out of the gas station, even though he was waving around beef jerky, again. 

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Sam had just returned from the convenience store, two bags full of everyone's weird lists, Dean had taken both bags out of Sam's hands, digging into them, "Sam, you just got gum,  have you been chewing your toenails again?"

"No, is that something you do often, Dean?" Sam shot back, as Dean tossed it to him, Sam tossed it to Castiel. 

Castiel smiled, holding it to their chest, "Thank you."

"Why'd you get Cas gum?" Dean asked, rummaging through the bag that was most likely Sam's, but he was intrigued, "That's the benefit of having an angel around, no extra expenses."

"It came from my money, not yours, so shut up." Sam said, taking the bag back and shoving Dean's towards him. Bobby already got his stuff, because Sam knew Dean. And so did Bobby. 

"Bobby!" Dean called in a whiny tone. 

Bobby wanted to ignore him, but that tone told him to just answer, "What?"

"Sam told me to shut up!" Bobby rolled his eyes, "So why are you still yapping?" He got no answer, and was quite satisfied with that. 

Dean turned to face a smug Sam, and shook his head, and pointed at him, "Wow, just turning them all against me, Sammy."

"Uh-huh, clearly that's what I'm doing." Sam said.

"It is," Dean said, nodding, and Sam could see his brain turning, "it's your masterplan."

"Yeah, you got me," Sam shrugged, "I'm sure when Dad said to watch out for me this is what he meant. Do we wait until I give him a lollipop and then bring out the shotgun or is this crime enough?"

"That's not funny," Dean said, which made Sam laugh, "It's a little funny."

"What's a lollipop?" Castiel asked, and before Sam could answer Dean jumped in, "Do not give Castiel lollipops."

"I won't." Sam said, unconvincingly, but Dean took his bag, and did the universal, I'm watching you sign, which Sam ignored as he waited for him to walk away fully. 

Once he disappeared around the corner, Sam pulled out a bag that may or may have not nothing but lollipops... Just as he handed it to Castiel, Dean popped back out, "A big bag, really?"

Sam tried looking empathetic but his mischief shone right through, "So is it my gun or yours?"

"Sam!" Dean shouted, and the two were off running, Sam laughing loudly as he ran outside. 

Bobby walked in, hearing the chaos existing the house, "Do I want to know?" He asked Castiel. 

Castiel had no idea if Bobby did, but decided to answer anyway, "Sam gave me gum and lollipops, Dean disapproves, and now Sam is asking if Dean should kill him. I can't tell if it's a yes or no."

Bobby looked outside and back at the angel and the bag he was currently holding, "They'll tire themselves out. What flavors you got?" Castiel lifted up the bag and Bobby grabbed the treats before he went outside to watch the show. Might as well get some entertainment out of it.

[rmd-writes]

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I don't have anything new for you this week, but have a little something from the upcoming chapter 2 of (Un)professional Services (cc @welcometololaland)

Carlos arrives at the cafe TK proposed – not proposed, suggested – fifteen minutes early. He hates being late generally, and he really doesn’t want to keep TK waiting. He stands in the doorway, scanning the cafe to find the best table – nothing too close to the counter so that they don’t end up surrounded by a line of customers, and not the table behind the pillar which means that TK won’t be able to see him. There’s space at the bench by the windows, but what if TK doesn’t want to be seen with him from the street? Plus, that would require them to sit side by side.  Someone bumps into him as they push past, muttering under their breath.  “Sorry,” Carlos says, moving out of the doorway and sitting down at the first free table he sees. He’s not convinced it’s the best choice, because it’s a little closer to the door than he’d like and still in clear view of the windows, but he’s sitting now and doesn’t want TK to catch him playing musical chairs. He looks at his watch: ten-fifty a.m. He drums his fingers on the table. Should he order coffee for them? He knows TK’s coffee order. But that would reveal that he’d checked the order written on the side of TK’s coffee cup when he brought Carlos a coffee that one time and remembered it like a creep, even though it’s not the most straightforward order. Right, waiting until TK arrives to order anything then. Carlos remembers that he has chewing gum in his pocket and slips a piece into his mouth to freshen his breath. As soon as he feels the minty coolness spreading across his mouth he realises how presumptuous it is of him to even think that TK might get close enough to notice his breath.  A waiter delivers coffee to a neighbouring table.  Carlos groans internally. They’re here for coffee. There is no reason for him to chew gum anyway. He looks around for a napkin to spit the gum into, except there aren’t any on the table and now he has no way of getting rid of it. He could go to the restroom? But what if TK arrives? He checks his watch again: ten-fifty-five. 

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[bayblonde]

Two Punks in Love - Bam Margera Fan Fiction

The taste of young love lingers...

Chapter 1

The early Fall sun lazily exhaled across the rooftops of your neighborhood, a Californian autumn. A slight breeze snuck its way into your bedroom through the paint-chipped window, a milky white curtain dancing slowly upon its back. Your chin rested on your knee, your eyes locked on your toes. The cherry red nail polish stung your nostrils, but you liked it. It reminded you of the strong drinks your roommate Cassie used to make at Friday night pre games. The thought made you giggle to yourself, all alone. That time of your life seemed like ages ago. A lot could happen in three years. 

     The radio cracked from the corner of the room, and his beanie hung from the right hand corner of your headboard. You dragged the polish across your big toe, and glanced over at your bed. You wondered foolishly if it would still smell like him…like smoke and something sweet that you couldn’t quite identify yet. The burn of the bourbon in your cup made you swallow twice and lick your lips. It made you think of his taste. Recalling that felt more distant, and that put a pit in your stomach. It was almost an ache, even lower. 

     Your phone rang, breaking your concentration and pulling an inhale from your chest. You stood and walked over to your bed where your phone cried from, your black bikini top was still wet from the community pool. 

You licked your lips as you looked at the name on the screen. 

Ryan. 

A heavy pang in your chest dripped into your stomach and your freshly painted toes wiggled above the stained carpet. Ryan fucking Dunn….it had been a long time since you spoke to that one. In all reality, if you calculated the last time you saw Ryan…it was also the last time you saw Bam. A flash of his eyes that night, the blood on his jaw…you let the phone ring one more time before sucking it up and pressing that little green button. 

“Yeah?” You answered, shuffling over to your purse on the floor and rifling through it for some gum. It was better for you than a cigarette.

“Jesus, woman. I almost forgot how pissed you sound whenever you answer the phone.” You could hear the irritatingly charming smirk on his mouth through the line…

“Shut the hell up, Ryan. Why are you calling me?” You chewed on the gum, staring at yourself in your mirrored closet doors. Goosebumps ran up your legs all the way to your ripped denim shorts. 

Ryan laughed on the other end, and you could practically see him clutching his stomach on the bar stool, Chris Raab knocking him on the shoulder with a beer in his hand.

“Hey hey hey! Why d’ya say that like we aren’t friends? Can’t a guy call his friend?”

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your fresh manicure. Dark, hot red to match your pedicure. God…his voice made you think of Bam. Of fucking course it did. 

It was enough to send a shiver up your spine, the buzz from your drink crawling up your bones. 

“Ryan.” You weren’t playing his game, you weren’t drunk yet.

Another laugh…but this one sounded more forced.

“Okay, sorry. I just wanted to…reach out. I know it’s getting close to around that time…and…fuck I don’t know…” He trailed off and coughed. God…that made you want a cigarette even more than you already did. Ryan always liked American Spirits like you did…and didn’t bat an eye as every other CKY boy gagged when he brought them out.  

You hastily unwrapped another piece of stupid fruity gum, squeezing your phone between your cheek and shoulder. Your long hair tickled your waist. 

“Yeah…I know what fucking time of year it is, Ryan. I have a calendar,” you said cruelly. You hated yourself for being so mean…but also couldn’t bring yourself to really care. The wrapper of the gum wasn’t coming off quickly enough and Ryan just breathed out, blowing out his smoke for sure. It was easier to be mad at him for getting to smoke right now than to remember what time of year it was. Easier to spit petty jabs than to let yourself feel it. 

“Look, y/n…he wanted to call-”

“Ryan!” You shouted, throwing the gum on the ground and shoving your fingers into your hair. You didn’t care if it smudged or left red spots in your roots. There were too many thoughts to be aware of any consequences. 

Ryan obeyed the words you did not speak and shuts up. Taking a moment to breathe and choose your words carefully was divine intervention. You checked your nails…they were just perfect. The pit in your stomach just felt more hollow. 

“Look Ryan. I uh…I appreciate you reaching out, but I really don’t need to hear any of your excuses for him.”

Ryan sighed. A smokeless breath…his cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers, defeated.

“Okay, y/n…you’re right. I’m sorry.” No pretense of deviousness or joking. So serious and so sad.

Now your free hand was braced on your hip in feigned confidence. You scoffed silently at your reflection. You felt like a little girl pretending to be a woman…still so naive yet so unhealed from pain you experienced too early. A featherless baby bird that had stupidly fallen from her nest.

“Thanks, Ry.” You really couldn’t stay mad at him. You knew why he was calling…and how much he still cared about you. About everyone.

“Nah…don’t worry about it, y/n. You know I’m alway here.” Ryan took a moment to suck in more smoke. You imagined it was the last of his cigarette, almost felt the scrape of his shoe on the asphalt up your back. God…you needed a smoke. 

“Take care of yourself, okay?” 

You nodded as if he were there to look at you, to search your eyes and know whether or not to stay and make sure you were okay. That was how it used to be…when all the boys would ride along in Bam’s dad’s old van to sneak you out. They always knew how to make you laugh and almost forget what was going on at home. On the nights they picked you up and the bruises were too dark to cover up, Bam wouldn;t let you out of his sight. He always thought you were asleep in his bed when he’d tip-toe out to talk to Phil and April in the hallway, his voice shaking with sadness and anger. 

“He’s hitting her, Ape. That’s her fucking dad, and he’s fucking hitting her. I’m gonna kill that bastard.” 

Ryan’s voice on the phone snapped you back to the mirror. No bruises or cut lip staring back at you. The radio ran its way through the cd and just sang static at you. That milky white curtain was caught on a dry branch of your suffering indoor plant.

“Hey, you still got that wicked right hook, right girl?” Ryan asked, his voice dripping in familiar mischief. 

And god dammit…he got you to laugh. The kind of laugh that was needed so bad it came out quicker and harder than you expected or would have allowed. You knew this delighted him. Could see his eyes light up. 

“Keep fighting, y/n.” And with that he hung up. 

You dropped your phone back onto your bed. The curtain finally untangled from the plant and floated back onto the lazy breeze. You killed your drink.

“Fuck it,” you sighed as you shoved your freshly painted toes into your faded black flip-flops. The liquor store was just around the corner and you had a twenty in your back pocket from last night.

You had the rest of your life to quit smoking.

[anonymouselephant]

May 2000

May 2000

My brother’s accident; 

This is my first actual memory. I was the youngest of all of my siblings. At this point I was only 5 years old. Dakota was 12, Jack was 11 and my sister Willow was 6 years old. My brothers and I were riding bikes at my grandparents house. My brothers were at the age they were little assholes. Not listening to my grandmother or grandfather. The little shits had started multiple forest fires by this time. 

The boys were riding their bikes in the road. They were crossing the road over and over again. I remember that I wanted to do it too but they wouldn’t let me. I was so angry that they wouldn’t let me ride with them, and they were both chewing bubble gum. You know, the big square pieces that were too much to chew on and the flavor wouldn’t last and you’d have to spit it out after a few minutes. I asked Dakota if I could have a piece of his gum and he said no. He spit a piece of gum on the ground and told me I could have that piece. So me being the little dumb shit I was took his piece of gum off the ground and I ran inside to rinse the dirt off it so I could have it. I rinsed the dirt off (most of it) and put it in my mouth. I remember chewing on pieces of dirt, but I dealt with it because I wanted to be cool with bubba bubble gum while I rode my bike up and down the driveway. 

I came back outside and the boys were at the bottom of the driveway. So I rode my bike down there and they told me I couldn’t hang with them because I was too little. I was so angry. I could feel my face getting hot. I was going to head inside the house to tell my grandparents that Jack and Dakota were being mean to me. As I headed up the driveway to be a fucking tattle tale, I remember I heard a really loud noise. Back then I didn’t know what it was, but it was the sound of a car hitting my older brother. I remember turning around and all I saw was a car in the road at the bottom of the driveway. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Jack was running up the driveway crying, he ran faster than I could go on the bike. I dropped the bike and I ran after him. He ran inside to tell my grandparents that Dakota was run over by a car. I remember hearing him say that, but I didn’t fully understand what was going on. My grandmother was frantic, My grandfather ran out the door. My grandmother stayed in the house and called 911. 

There was so much going on that day that a lot of it is a blur. I wanted to go outside to see what was going on but my grandmother wouldn’t allow me too. It seemed like hours. Which it was, my brother was trapped under the vehicle for almost five hours. Finally, once they got the car off my brother Lifeflight Helicopter landed in my grandparents field, I wanted to go outside so badly to see what was going on but my grandmothers told me not to. 

My grandparents went outside to make sure everything was ok, I was sick and tired of waiting inside. I went down the porch steps and when I did I tripped and fell and scraped my back on the hand rail. I remember feeling paralyzed, I cried so hard for so long. I just sat on the steps and cried. My grandmother finally came around the house after the helicopter left and picked me up and carried me into the house. I remember she just sat down on her rocking chair and held me for house as I cried. I just wanted my daddy. 

My brother spent six months in the hospital. He spent six weeks in a coma. The cars oil pan had leaked onto my bothers stomach and caused his skin to burn. His organs were hanging out of his stomach. He had third degree burns all over his body. My dad still cries to this day when he talks about my brother screaming out in pain and asking for my dad while he was pinned under the car. 

We spent July 4th at the hospital, Dakota's birthday at the hospital and many more days with him. Once he got out of the hospital he had A LOT of therapy to do. My mom visited with Dakota while he was in the hospital. There was talk about how she only wanted to see him because she knew he was getting settlement money eventually. I never understood what that meant, and I was left wondering why Dakota was getting money. What I didn’t know then was that the man who hit Dakota while he was riding his bike was driving under the influence. My dad got ahold of some hot shot lawyer who’s specialty was automobile accidents. He won the court case for Dakota, and Dakota was promised a lot of money as compensation for the whole ordeal. He got some money when he was 18 and he was supposed to get more money later on in his lifetime but he couldn’t wait and got the money early and as a result he got penalized and didn’t get the full amount.

ANYONE who is a child of divorce knows at least one of the children is going to play both sides, and try to get one parent to hate the other. Unfortunately that was Dakota. I remember hearing him tell my dad that my mom was only there because she wanted his money. He told my dad that she said to him “We can run away together, and spend your money the way you want.” Of course that is any Childs dream. Dakota heard that he was getting money and that’s all he could think about was how he was going to spend it. 

I remember my mom being around when Dakota was in the hospital, but my dad had a girlfriend named Diane that I called my mom. If there’s one thing I do remember about that time was that Diane was there and she was always there.

[always-andromeda]

Hi! Sorry to just pop in and ramble about Religious Trauma™️ but I saw your previous couple of posts and wanted to say that I've had such similar experiences!! I was raised Catholic (I am no longer Catholic tho) and at Youth Ministry (so like, middle school mostly), they did a thing where they passed a chocolate bar around to all the boys and had them break off a piece so that when it came back to the leader it was all gone. And of course that was meant to represent a woman when she has premarital sex with too many men: "there's nothing left for her husband." I've also had friends who were raised religious say that they've seen similar things (I think they have a name actually, like "purity exercises" or something???) with the boys chewing gum, spitting in a glass of water, or plucking the petals off a rose. And now that I'm older I am just so completely horrified. Like WHAT??? That is so beyond not okay.

Anyway, sorry to jump in with negative stuff, but I think it's so important that we have these conversations since many of these types of religions try to shame people into silence or intentionally isolate them from the community if they choose to leave.

But to end on a slightly nicer note, Maddie Zahm has an incredible song called "If It's Not God" which is all about her coming to terms with her own beliefs and fighting through her religious trauma. Would highly recommend to anyone who hasn't heard it who's struggling with similar issues!

Okay um yeah anyway, sorry! I hope you have a fantastic day/night that is as free of religious trauma as possible! 💙

Hey, here on spicedchaiandromeda welcome rambling with open arms because ya girl is a massive rambler herself, so don’t you worry!! And don't apologize for the "negative" subject matter because I really value these conversations as well!! Putting a read more tab under this so I don't clog up my mutuals dashboards lmao <3

That being said, it truly is kind of horrifying the amount of times I've heard afab friends of mine recount these kinds of experiences? I've seen these kinds of ideas come from Mormons, Catholics, Jehovah's Witnesses, etc. I just tend to say "Christians" and "Christianity" because that's what I and nearly everyone around me was raised with. These ideas aren't just confined to the teachings of different religions, but I will say that the echo chambers that many religious groups put themselves in allow these ideas to thrive.

Thank you so much for the music recommendation! I absolutely love the song and I feel like I'd love to listen to more by her!! On the note of music, I'd also love to recommend the EP Preacher's Kid by Semler. They're a queer Christian artist and they're everything that I ever wanted from a Christian artist when I was a little queer teenagers.

While I myself am kind of loose on what I believe, I'd like to think that there's a higher power out there that doesn't stand for this level of shame and guilt that organized religions can oftentimes breed. And I want anyone who reads this to know that if you have religious trauma, this will always be a safe place to express your feelings and frustrations. Those safe and warm communities that religious groups love to preach about can also exist for us. No matter where you are on your religious/spiritual journey, please know that you are loved and valid and I send you all of the well wishes and support that I possibly can. Take care of yourselves, friends. 💞✨

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“you’re here again?” heeseung muttered before rolling his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. this was probably the 4th time this week he saw you in detention and it wasn’t even thursday. not like he was counting or anything.

and it wasn’t like he was complaining either.

due to the number of times you’ve seen each other over the years in school you grew familiar with each other. not say close but you knew each other well enough to say hi while passing through the corridors.

��not my fault mrs cha put me here, all i did was blow bubblegum in class,” you shrugged your shoulders and popping another piece of gum into your mouth. this gained a small ‘tsk’ from heeseung, “spit it out,”

“i’ll spit it out if you let me go.”

“what?”

“did i stutter? i said i’d spit the gum out if you let me out of detention,” you replied, now chewing the gum loudly to try and stir him up.

he shook his head and rolled his eyes again. “roll your eyes one more time and it’ll roll out of your socket,” you teased, giggling.

the way you giggled made his heart flutter more than he’d like to admit.

a few minutes passed and the only sound in the detention room was the chewing of bubblegum. “why don’t you wanna have fun?” you suddenly asked heeseung, turning to face him.

“fun isn’t sneaking out of school and doing foolish things,” he retorted, sitting down on the chair in front of you. the backing of the chair pressed against heeseungs chest while he folded his arms on top of the chair.

you blew a raspberry at him and blew another bubblegum. “exactly, you’re just no fun,” you replied, “you’re just a teachers pet who only knows the smell of books and pen inks.”

it seemed like you struck an ego because you could see his expression falter slightly. “that’s—that’s not true.”

“prove it to me then.”

heeseung didn’t know how you did it but you managed to convince him to let you sneak out of detention and now you two were on the other side of the gate; out of school.

“this isn’t safe we should—” heeseung was cut off as you pressed your index finger against his lips, causing his eyes to widen. “hush—you wanted to prove that you weren’t just brains right?”

heeseung gulped and nodded his head reluctantly, a hint of annoyance apparent on his face in response to your attitude towards him. feisty he thinks; something he’d have to get used to.

you removed your index finger from his lips and slung your school bag over your shoulder, walking away from the school gates. heeseung followed behind you, a frown on his face.

“where are we going to?” he asked and tapped on your shoulder lightly. “i was thinking we go get water balloons at the nearby supermarket.”

water balloons?

“just what are you gonna do with them?” he questioned with a condescending tone. you shrugged shoulders as you continued walking towards the supermarket just around the corner. he could only glance to the side, wanting to know what you were planning. he just wanted to read your mind, to know whatever you were thinking of in that pretty little head of yours.

as you were at the register checking out the water balloons, you dug through your wallet to find any loose change and to no avail. you could only find a piece of gum wrapper and your student ID. so you turned to heeseung with a bright and fake smile on your face, “heeseung…”

“put the water balloons back if you can’t afford it,” he answered and giving your head a small and gentle smack. one that was enough to make you feel embarrassed but not hard enough to hurt you. at all.

unwillingly, he whipped out his wallet from his pocket and passed the cashier a $5 note. “happy now?” he asked and took the plastic bags containing the water balloons while walking out of the supermarket with you.

you didn’t realise he was walking much slower than he usually does just so he could match your pace. just so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself trying to catch up to him. he didn’t want you to struggle, not one bit.

all this time it always seemed like he hated whenever you ended up in the detention room but deep down inside the hollow pits of his heart, he secretly hoped he would see you whenever he entered, to hear your voice and to bicker back and forth with you.

you nodded your head and tiptoed to press a chaste kiss to his right cheek, causing both his cheeks to turn slightly redder than before. you giggled at the sight and continued walking with him just standing rooted to the ground, still processing what had just happened.

“i’m gonna leave you if you just continue standing there,” you called out from over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him. heeseung was snapped back to reality at the sound of your voice. he cleared his throat before giving you one his signature frowns and rushing up to you, “i hope you don’t forget who’s the one who has the water balloons.”

“yeah yeah, hush,” you replied to him as you carried on with your walk to who knows where.

after a good half an hour of walking and walking with heeseung not even knowing where he was walking to, you two reached your destination. heeseung and you stood in front of an abandoned building, graffiti all over the concrete walls and broken windows. it looked like it hasn’t been touched in years. “don’t you think it’s cool?” you ask him, a big and genuine smile on your face, like the sun radiating heat waves in the warm afternoon.

heeseung swore he could’ve seen small sparkles in the pupil of your eyes. like the stars that littered that sky at night. the way your eyes turned into the shape of a crescent when you smiled made blood flow to through his heart’s little faster. made his heart beat a little faster than usual.

“i suppose. why did you bring us here anyway?” heeseung asked, following closely behind you as you entered the building. “give me the water balloons and i’ll show you.”

anyone would do otherwise. even an idiot knows what would happen next. but heeseung handed you the bag of water balloons without hesitation and he doesn’t know why. “m’kay show it to me now then.”

you managed to contain your laughter as you picked them up from the bag, holding one balloon in each hand and lifting it up into the air. “it’s a magic trick; i can make it disappear.”

before heeseung knew it, you started throwing the water balloons at him, drenching him with the manufactured water that was trapped inside the childish factory made rubber. if you told past heeseung you two would be having a water fight with each other, he would’ve been rolling his eyes.

as you were throwing water balloons and chasing each other around the empty building, you tripped on your own shoelace and fell onto him.

the moment heeseung felt your body weight on his, his eyes widened and he dropped the water balloon that he was holding in his arm to steady you. you were on top of him, one hand pressing against his almost see through damp shirt and the other on his shoulder. the close contact made the wires in his brain overheat.

his hair was wet and messy, face slightly flushed from all the running. it made him look so attractive; you wanted to giggle and twirl a lock of your hair like a girl in love.

you didn’t realise how close you were to him till you felt his breath brush your lips faintly. “are you okay?” he asked softly, bringing the hand that he used to steady you to caress your now red cheeks. you nodded your head subtly, looking down as you were too scared to make eye contact.

when you looked down, you could see the outline of his chest which made you even more embarrassed than you already were.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“huh?”

“i asked what’s wrong yn.”

you swore you heard him call you baby just for a split second.

“you’re so stubborn, always tryi—“

you cut heeseung off by pressing your lips against his, your fingers tugging at his collar to silently ask him to bring himself closer to you. he thought that he himself would’ve pushed you away but he found himself using his tongue to probe against your plump lips. he found himself savouring the strawberry flavoured lipgloss you were wearing.

a silent way of telling you he wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him.

now you were exploring each others mouth with your tongues while both your hands held onto each other tightly, heeseung’s hands cupped the back of your neck to hold you in place, the other hand on your waist. your hands were all over his chest, just feeling the muscle that was covered by the polystyrene material. it was as if one of you would disappear into nothingness if either of you loosened your grips just in the slightest.

soon, you pulled away to catch your breath. your hair was disheveled and heeseung’s tie was so out place, the first two buttons of his blouse had come undone. on the other hand, your mouth took in as much air as you had loss from the kiss but it never felt enough because each passing second in which you were looking at him, felt like you were slowly losing your ability to breathe. he panted and looked into your eyes, you could see his pupils dilate just a little.

“that was my first kiss,” you said suddenly, now looking down because you didn’t want to look at his reaction. to him, you looked like a little bunny that was shying away, using its ears to cover its face.

“you’re a liar aren’t ya?” he teased, giving you a half assed smirk while combing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at your facial features. no words could describe how ethereal you looked in that moment. all flustered and nervous, a stark contrast to how you acted in school. or at least when you weren’t with him.

“i’m not.”

“well they don’t call you little miss troublemaker for nothing hm?”

“shut up, or else ill kiss you again.”

“but what if i—“

© luvlyhee 2024

@dioll @en-gelic @jakesangel @flwrstqr @won4kiss @hoonored

[kinaflex]

most of the best poets haven't written a single poem in their life. most of us don't do thing we excel at. not saying that i'm a poet or something////

it's like chewing gum. you take two, it's way to intense but with time it gets better and you're enjoying. but then the gum can be shit. in that case you regret that you took both at once, because after a short while it looses all of it's taste and you can't spit it out, cause you don't have anything else left. and then it turns all gooey in your mouth and breaks into pieces.

ok i took one and a half melatonin. 7.5[mg]. i used to be fine with 2.5[mg]. i don't take it often so i have no idea why 5[mg] wasn't enough. though i know in the us they have gummies with 10[mg] in them. so i feel safe.

i marked this post mature, cause if there are still 14yr-olds running round tumblr like they used to in the yee old days (idk how to spell it to be honest). i should go too sleep. but i'm enjoying writing right now. listening to Artur Rojek. i miss simply enjoying so i'll stay like this for a while longer. see what comes to my head.

i don't want to sleep yet but it's so late/so early. at least i have black-out blinds here if the sun starts coming out. right now i'm in a pretty good headspace and i wanna use it. i missed writing, for example. i calms me down, all the jumbled up thought that have been somehow put into neat stings. and uniform letters/

i really should sleep,,, it's almost 8. but i don't remember the last time i've enjoyed myself so much. just laying in bed looking up whatever on my laptop. it's bright outside now. i don't regret going out for the simple reason that i got this morning. i don't remember the last time i've felt so peaceful. also i tried taking a double dose of my medicine yesterday. layed in bed for hours half-dreaming. i guess that's what's causing my insomnia, at least partially. i've gotta start taking them earlier in the day. ehhh... maois. yup, searched it. literally the first side effect listed is insomnia. that solves that, partly. why did it start now?i really gotta start taking them earlier. it's so late but i still don't really wanna sleep. i guess i have to try.