#im sucking him sloppy as we speak

[jax-ln-the-box]

This is my new tav Dane [insert last name here] (haven't figured one out yet don't look at me)

I've been playing bg3 with araw and this is gonna be my next tav! I'm mushing him and koda together like dolls.

[byuntrash101]

the better friend

f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez smut | mdni 7.3k a good friend lets a friend watch but a better friend lets him join nsfw tags under the cut

idol!au, dom bf!san, switch simp!mingi (rengoku hair mingi because im weak for him), a teeny tiny bit of plot, san is an evil genius in this, biting, marking, exhibitionism/voyeurism (mingi peeping at reader and san), sensory deprivation (blindfold), suspicion of dubcon but it's cleared out, masturbation (m), oral (m), fingering (f), threesome with sangi, unprotected sex (don't do that kids), praises and degradation (good girl, darling, princess... but also slut, whore, etc), lots of begging, so. much. teasing, kitty slaps <33333 (san is the kitty slapper™), finger sucking (f & m), ruined orgasm (f), dumbification (reader and mingi are fucked stupid), sloppy seconds, cum play (lots of cum), multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation (m), facial (f), a bit of spit kink, squirting, lowkey wholesome ending (we love to see it)

this a sequel to the good friend but it can be read as a stand alone. you just have to know san and reader have been dating for a long time and mingi has been simping for reader for almost as long.

a/n: i really went all in tbh. i dont know what happened but like. this fic is filthy and I LOVE IT. also consider this our collective manifestation prayer circle to achieve barricade tickets for the upcoming tour <3

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Usually you wouldn’t watch the concert from the crowd. San said it would be too distracting to see you in the pit of faces along with the cheering crowd of entranced fans. Moreover, he could perform any song for you whenever you wanted, you simply had to ask. But you always argued it wasn’t the same looking from backstage because the angle was all wrong and the sound wasn’t as clear. And for the private concerts, they didn’t have the sparkly outfits and San didn’t have the same drive, the same aura he had on stage.

“Even with the best will in the world I can't cheer as loud and stroke your ego as good as a crowd of tens of thousands of Atinys chanting your name in unisson.” 

San only sighed. All those points were indeed valid. And he had to admit defeat.

“Just this once, ok?” and you practically jumped in his arms and kissed him all over his pretty face which traded the deep creases between his straight brows and the pout for an amused smile on his lips. “But you gotta promise me to blend in” he said sternly, momentarily getting out of the array of kisses to make sure he got his point across. You nodded firmly.

“Don’t worry too much about it Sannie~”  you said before hugging him again. 

“Yeah…” he said and you felt his cheek lifting against yours once more. An idea blossomed within him.

***

The concert was insane. You were so glad you had finally convinced your performer boyfriend. Being there in the crowd felt so much different from backstage. There you could cheer and enjoy the show in a way that was so much more intense and raw. You screamed and chanted and sang. You did everything. Yeosang even waved at you and you waved back. But it all felt and looked like a normal fan to idol interaction. So you were doing a pretty good job at keeping your promise to your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, that man captivated you. His aura on stage was unparalleled. His moves were sharp, his eyes focussed, his voice powerful and stable. He was incredibly professional. 

He perfectly conveyed every emotion of each act so perfectly. His delivery carried out sorrow and depth throughout the emotional songs and his moves inspired power and aplomb during the upbeat and energetic ones.

The fact that he still manages to surprise you every time with his talent and drive is incredible in itself. You were there every step of the way of his journey. You met a kid with a dream and now you stood in front of a man with passion. 

And what a man he was. You couldn’t get enough of him, enough of the way he moved so effortlessly on stage, enough of the way his presence filled the venue entirely. You couldn't take your eyes off him. The way the tight black sleeveless top hugged his frame, how his broad shoulders moved and accompanied every beat, how the sweat rolled off his temples and neck to get soaked by the black fabric, how his prominent muscles flexed and relaxed, the way the light bounced off his glossy bronzed skin. 

He was born to be on this stage of that you were convinced without the shadow of a doubt. 

But curiously when you weren’t eyeing your boyfriend like candy you found your eyes weirdly gravitating toward another member… Mingi. Well, no it wasn’t that weird, after all Mingi was your friend, a very good friend. Yeah it was only normal that you wanted to witness him in his element too. 

A friend cheering for a friend. 

Everything was perfectly normal. Everything? Even the thrill you felt when he delivered powerful and incisive rap verses with that low voice that was his signature? Even the tingle you felt in your guts when you saw him perfectly execute the body waves? Even the heat rushing to your chest and face when you saw the way his flexible hips rolled and thrusted? Even the unquenchable thirst you felt when you noticed the way his lips rounded up around the water bottle as he threw his head back and swallowed in big gulps, droplets of sweat running down the column of his throat and dripping at the soaked ends of the bright orange and red hair? Yes! Normal! Everything. Just normal…

But what was it, that you felt your eyes locked with his and you noticed he was also watching you. A fleeting second that seemed to last for a lifetime, hung in between the tensed and humid air. A second that silenced the crowd around you. And as quick as your eyes met his, the contact was broken. 

San once again smirked.

And the show went on.

***

When the show ended you waited a little for the venue to empty. Some people were still hanging around chatting excitedly about the fresh core memories they had made or taking selfies to ensure the memories stayed vivid for a long time. But you managed to sneak behind the barricades unnoticed. 

You found the members exchanging and laughing at some minor unnoticed mistakes that happened that you didn’t even catch.

“Y/n-ah!!” Wooyoung was the first one to notice you. And he wrapped his arms around your nape lovingly. “How was the show? Did you like it? Who was the most handsome back there? Was it me? Don’t say San or I will get mad! It was me, wasn’t it?”

You only laughed returning his warm embrace.

“You’re lucky Mingi isn’t here when you get this handsy with y/n” Yunho remarked, crossing his arms on his chest. You and Yeosang were the only ones that appeared remotely confused by the statement. 

“You mean San?” Yeosang asked, in an attempt to clear out the confusion but Yunho only shook his head.

“San doesn’t mind it as much.” Yunho added.

“Mingi is the one that only tolerates San being all touchy touchy with y/n” Seonghwa said, as he was removing his mic pack from his back pocket. 

You were still very much perplexed but when you went back to look at Yeosang he was just nodding knowingly in approbation. You decided to not pay more attention to the strange exchange because you only wanted to congratulate San.

“Speaking of my wonderful boyfriend. Any idea where he’s hiding?” 

Hongjoong shrugged as he looked around. 

“San and Mingi already went back to the dressing rooms, I think” Jongho said. 

“Thanks big baby” you said, ruffling his hair and fleeing instantly while you heard him complain about it in the distance. 

Once you reached the hall of individual dressing rooms you rushed to San’s door ready to barge in before you heard a muffled conversation coming from the other side. You couldn’t make much of what was being said but you recognized the voices without a doubt. You decided to knock before letting yourself in carefully.

“Oh! y/n, baby” San rushed to you as soon as you entered while Mingi stood there and gave you a silent nod and an awkward half smile (the signature business smile as Yunho liked to call it). You returned the smile, perfectly mirroring Mingi’s awkwardness. “So how was the show?” San continued paying no mind to Mingi anymore, solely focussing on you.

“I’m gonna get going” Mingi said, somewhat hurriedly before walking past you and heading towards the door. Before closing it he exchanged a knowing glance with San who returned it with a nod, you tried to decipher the unreadable expression on your boyfriend’s face but to no avail. And your tall fire haired friend disappeared promptly behind the door. Something felt strange about the whole ordeal but you couldn't pinpoint it. 

But after the tension you felt looking at Mingi during the concert you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, to bring him up. You wanted to focus on your boyfriend. That was the best thing to do… for everyone.

“So~ baby ~. Did you enjoy yourself?” San asked and he snaked his strong arm around your waist, his skin still had a light sheen of sweat about it.

“You were incredible!!” you said enthusiastically, trying your best to get rid of the outlandish feeling and the lingering guilt.

“Was I, huh? Really?” he said, curious to hear more. You knew how much San liked to be praised so you went on.

“You’re the performer of the century! Your voice was so good like baby your mic was ON!” San nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go on” he said as he was planting soft kisses on your skin. His hands were now roaming your body sliding up your arms and down your spine to the small of your back and up again. He was really enjoying the praises, so much so that the atmosphere shifted again to feel a little heavier, a subtle change that you picked up on right away. After dating San for so long you knew him all too well to not know what the soft touches and gentle kisses on your neck meant. So you matched his energy. What better way to chase away Mingi’s memory than to let your boyfriend fuck you stupid until you could only remember his name and the way his cock felt inside you?

“Yes. You looked so focussed and you looked so good.'' Another kiss and another, slower, lingering, warm. “I couldn't take my eyes off you” you felt him smirk against your skin. That was a lie. He knew that but somehow that lighted a fire in him. And he threw a look to the ajar door of the dressing room.

“Fuck you smell so good baby” San huffed pushing his hardening cock onto your hip and you bit your lip to repress a moan. “It was so hard not to look at you while you were down in the pit” He breathed against your skin. “I wanted to make you step on that stage and take you right there.” He pushed his cock with more intent onto you. “I wanted everyone to see you. I wanted everyone to know what a good little slut you can be for me” This time the kiss had more teeth, you felt him bite onto your neck. “Can you imagine? All those eyes on you?” 

This mere vision had you moaning and throwing your head back. In a flash your brain played it like a movie for you: you, sprawled out onto the stage, being a good girl for your boyfriend. Your face flushed and your folds glistening with need. While he pushed into you under the roars of the crowd. Under their gaze. Under his gaze. Mingi looking at you being fucked full of cock and cum. Mingi looking at you… The thought sent a wave of arousal through your guts and you felt your panties becoming uncomfortably wet.

“Fuck” San complained in a short breath, his rumbling voice bringing you back. “I want you so fucking bad” the urgency that laced his low voice made the carnal confession that much more real. The sexual tension was almost palpable.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you said teasingly, pressing your thigh up his groin and you felt him melt into the skin of your neck with a small gasp. You smirked, satisfied.

“Fuck baby you’re so so bad” he teased and extended his hand to the clothing rack of gaudy and studded stage outfits that was next to you. “I want us to play today” his fingers interlaced with a silk scarf that you believed belonged to one of Yunho’s fits from a previous stage. “What about a little sensory deprivation play? What do you say baby?” He asked, holding the makeshift blindfold. 

You thought of it for a second. Any other time you would have jumped on the occasion but now�� your goal was precisely to look at San to forget… well everything else. There’s really no telling what your imagination will run to if your eyes aren’t able to only take in the figure of your boyfriend. And that scared you a little bit. San sensed it right away.

“You know you can trust me right?” you knew that much of course you could trust him. But could you trust yourself?  

“I know what you like, baby don’t worry. Let’s try something new, okay?”

“Okay” you finally exhaled.

***

Mingi didn’t know what he was still doing there. Hunched over and peeping through the small gap of the door like a creep. He should go, he should have gone a long time ago. That was just a crazy idea. What kind of friend just agrees when he’s asked to watch his friend and his girlfriend (who also happened to be his crush) fuck? He should have declined and left but no. He said yes. And he didn’t even think twice, didn't even question it. He just blurted yes like a pathetic simp that’s been waiting for the occasion forever. (That was true unfortunately but Mingi wasn’t ready to admit that to himself). Now San probably thought he was a weird fucking pervert. A fucking freak. But he wasn't…right? Right! Yeah, of course he wasn’t! So he should leave… He should leave like now. But he couldn't.

He couldn’t when he saw your face change as San buried his face into your neck. He loved the way your eyes changed when he saw San roll his hips against yours. The whole aura about you changed, your gaze darkened but also your voice. It became lower, more sultry. He couldn’t make out what you two were saying but he didn’t have to because the non verbal language was more than enough to understand the simple primal interaction that was happening between you two. 

You were about to fuck…

When San grabbed Yunho’s silk scarf and held it to you. Mingi felt your hesitation but then an instant later San was carefully tying the silk ribbon at the back of your head. Not too tight just enough to keep you from seeing anything. And just like that in a second it was dark.

Mingi watched his friend guiding you to the vanity and you giggled playfully as his large hands snaked to your thighs and grabbed your ass to hoist you up the furniture, pushing the makeup products in the process, one lipstick rolling off the surface and on the ground. Neither of you both even realized and Mingi couldn’t care less especially now that San’s hand left your hip to turn around and signal Mingi to enter back into the room. 

His heart sunk into the pit of his stomach. Was he really about to do that? Yeah of course he was. Because his body was moving on its own, feeling the irrepressible pull, the inexplicable magnetism he felt for you from that very first day in Gang-nam. 

San’s hand moved to his lips to signal his tall friend not to make any noise. And as if he was floating Mingi found himself holding his breath and standing to your side ogling you hungrily as San focussed back on you. His hand leaving his lips to ride your skirt up your hips and revealing the black lace panties.

“Did you know we were going to do that?” your boyfriend asked and you didn’t need to see to know about the shit eating grin on his face. “Is it why you wore such easy-access clothes?”

You gasped and bit your lip. You couldn't see but you could feel. San’s warm hands on your thigh rose goosebumps on your skin. The heightened sensations made more arousal pool in your panties.

“Answer me, baby” San said, low voice taking on a commanding tone before suddenly pulling on your blouse, popping open every single one of your snap buttons and just like that your black lace bra was also on display.

And Mingi thought he was going to explode. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he had to clench his fist so hard and only the dull pain in his palms kept him from gasping at the breathtaking view. How fucking beautiful could you be? 

San grabbed a fist full of your breasts kneading them roughly through your undergarment to urge an answer out of you 

“Yes!” you hurriedly replied. Arching your back into his touch. “I wore this skirt and blouse because I know how much you like to rip them off” 

“Good girl”

You heard your boyfriend hum in satisfaction and what you didn't hear was Mingi biting down on his lip so hard he could have drawn blood. But he couldn’t do otherwise when San’s fingers hooked themselves on the waist band of the lace and dragged the article of clothing along your thighs until it hung loosely on one of your ankles.

“Show me everything” San said in a breath, harshly tugging on your bra as your breasts jumped out and spilled to each side of your chest.

Mingi repressed a strangled gasp in the back of his throat as his dripping cock strained against the tight concert attire. 

“I said everything baby” San said and you knew exactly what he meant. Slowly you spread your legs to let the vanity light shine right onto your heat as everything remained dark on your part. 

Mingi felt like his brain was going to give out as your body was revealed. Your perfect breasts and hardened nipples and of course your dripping core. Long strings of slick linked your hole to the skin of your inner thighs. Mingi felt dizzy at the sight.

“Good girl” San praised again. “You always get wet so easily don't you?” he chuckled while you fought the urge to touch yourself. “Good little slut” he praised again, his hands dipping between your thighs and aiming right away for your clit. 

You pushed your hips onto his touch and moaned as he circled your bundle of nerves exactly how you liked it. 

“Fuck Sannie” you whined. “More please” 

“Want your cute little cunt finger fucked?” San cooed with his honey toned voice. And you nodded enthusiastically. But that only earned you a sharp slap on your exposed center. The wet clap resounded in the empty room. It seemed amplified for you. You moaned loudly at the stinging feeling, the delicious and unexpected pain made your legs tense up and shake slightly.

“You’re wearing a blindfold, not a gagball, princess. Use your words” San said sternly landing another slap on your swollen clit before gently circling it again.

“Y-yess!! Yes!!! P-please. Want your fingers inside” you replied in a strangle moaned, your hips uncontrollably following San’s every move.

Mingi’s jaw dropped to the floor he never knew you’d enjoyed such things, he never knew you’d enjoy the harsh tone of voice and the pain but there was no doubt you were actually loving every single second of this. Mingi was certain of it when he saw the way your cunt reacted to each little slap, the way you quivered, the way you rolled your hips into San’s hand, the pleasured moans that cascaded from your lips. Mingi couldn't take it anymore and without even realizing it he found himself palming his hard and leaking cock through his pants. 

“Good girl” San praised right before pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them right into your sweet spot. You felt your concerns melt right away as you felt the two digits permeate you. The familiar feeling of the ring on his index made your mind go blank at the pleasure you felt radiating from your very core.

“F-fuck.. Sa-annie…” you breathed out with difficulty.

“Shhh. That’s it baby. I got you” San cooed, laying his other hand on your thigh, stroking it lightly. “You’re so good baby. You take my fingers so well”

The praises were setting your mind and body on fire, and you were giving in to the brazier. You moaned louder as San was pumping in and out of your cunt more rapidly, dragging out the wet squelching sounds that bounced off the walls and came back to your ears.

And Mingi’s too. He was completely entranced by the way your cunt was sucking in San’s fingers. You were so eager for them, your pussy clenching and throbbing around them every time he pulled out and welcoming them back when he pushed back in creating more thick and clear slick to gush out of your hungry little hole, the pull of arousal soon forming a small puddle in San’s palm. Mingi couldn’t think anymore, he could only rub his painfully hard cock as the wet precum stain became visible through his pants. 

“Baby are you going to cum?” San asked, his other hand leaving your thigh to lay flat on your stomach and drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Yesss” you said through gritted teeth. But as you felt the familiar build up almost reach the peak it went away. San withdrew his fingers and took them out of your poor confused little cunt. Leaving you there to clench around nothing and whines slipped from your lips at the sudden loss of the fullness.

“You’re so greedy today” San said before slapping your eager little cunt again. You moaned and shook under him, fighting the urge to close your legs. “I’m not done playing with you”

San started to rub your clit again with his thumb with one hand while he lifted the other slick coated one to his tall friend. He wanted to chuckle but fought against it when Mingi looked back at him with puzzled puppy eyes. So he approached his hand closer to his face and mouthed “taste her”.

Mingi’s brain had given up a long time ago, so he was moving only on instincts when he opened his mouth and licked around his friend's digits as silently as possible. That was a dream come true never in a lifetime he would have hoped to taste you like this. Ever. You tasted so sweet and sinful, the velvety nectar slided on his tongue so smoothly and his eyes rolled back as he solely focused on your taste on his tongue and your alluring scent floating to his nose. 

Fuck that was what San had the pleasure of tasting everytime he found himself between your legs. If only he could taste more. Without even thinking Mingi wrapped both his hands around his friend’s wrist pushing his hand further into his mouth and sucked avidly on the cum coated finger and back to the pool of arousal that had gathered in his palm.

“Yeah that’s it” San praised as he circled your clit slowly, offering some kind of relief to the painfully swollen nub. But the praise was more for Mingi than for you. He smirked as he saw his friend devour your essence as if he was a parched man and the smirk only grew wider when he took back his hand and Mingi opened his eyes back looking at him with a glazed over stare. At that moment San knew his friend was done for.

“Here Princess” San said, extending to you his hand that was now coated in your own slick and Mingi’s spit. You instinctively welcomed the wet fingers into your mouth wrapping your lips around them and sucking them avidly. “How does it taste?”

“Sho- hmph… goodjf” you struggled to reply not wanting to let go of your boyfriend���s fingers.

Mingi was absolutely mesmerized by the way you were so eagerly sucking San’s fingers. Mixing your cum, your spit but also his own. His cock throbbed at the thought of cutting the middleman that was San’s hand and just lean down to kiss you. Lapping at your lips for entrance and diving into you, body and soul. He wanted it all.

“Such a good girl for me” San praised taking his fingers back, not without a quiet whine from your end and a repressed moan from Mingi. 

But the disappointment was short lived when you heard your boyfriend fidgeting with his pants and you knew what was coming up next. You prompted yourself on your elbow and spread your legs wider. San chuckled while Mingi cursed silently.

You were dying to see what San was doing. You wanted to see how he kicked off the pants and took his raging hard cock in hand to pump his fist a couple of times around it. You wanted to see him between your thighs as he rubbed his tip on your wets folds. You arched your back into him again, urging him to fill you up full of his cock.

“Fuck you’re so impatient, baby” He growled as he pushed his tip inside you earning a cry from you. “Is that what you wanted?" he huffed, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt the vice grip of your pussy around him. Even after a thousand times you still felt so good. So wet and tight for him.

“Y-yess! Oh fuck i- yes thank you Sannieee” you were barely able to say as you felt your cunt stretch around San’s girth. You lifted your face as if you could see him splitting you in two. You’d always liked to see him fill you up but sadly you couldn’t.

But Mingi, on the other hand, could see it all.

Mingi couldn’t help it anymore he pulled his pants and boxers down midthigh just enough to take his hard and leaking cock out. He didn’t take the time to undress. He didn’t have the time he needed to stroke his cock at the exact same pace as San was fucking you. 

Said pace was slow and deep. San liked to start out like that, he liked to drive you mad. You felt every inch of him leisurely pushing his thick cock inside until it touched the deepest part of you only to pull out just as slowly, enjoying the way your cunt gripped around him desperate to ever let him go. You were whimpering, whining and squirming. You were going crazy and you weren't the only one.

Mingi was struggling just as much as you were, his balled fist tightly wrapped around his aching length languidly going up and down. He was struggling to keep the hellishly slow pace, struggling to not stroke his fat cock faster but he had to if he wanted to maintain the illusion that it was him inside of you.

At some point San felt merciful and started to go faster. Not for you really he enjoyed to torture you way too much but it was more for Mingi, he noticed his tall friend pinching his lips into a thin line, sharp eyes shutting close and eyebrow digging a deep crease on his forehead. San enjoyed the anguish but he also enjoyed seeing the relief spread on his friends face when he finally fucked you harder. Your cunt became even tighter around San and he found himself moaning rhythmically along with you every time he pushed his thick cock inside you. While Mingi’s eyes didn't once leave your throbbing pretty pussy gushing out more and more translucent slick.

San gradually picked the pace to the point he was soon smashing his hips into you. Making your breasts jump with each powerful thrust. The fact that you couldn’t see your boyfriend makes you feel him that much more. You felt his strong and calloused hands on your thigh and waist and you felt his cock perfectly splitting you in two to this hellish rhythm that made you forget about anything else. Including your surroundings. You were no longer able to keep your voice down. Everything felt too strong, too good to be able to mask the loud moans of pleasure into small, controlled little whimpers. 

“F-fuck you’re really enjoying your…self” San struggled to say. “Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer anything back. You could only let your tongue loll out of your mouth while you moaned incoherent words.

Mingi’s eyes kept on darting between your swollen cunt and your fucked out face. He just knew that underneath the silk blindfold you were rolling your eyes. And that made his cock twitch in his hold, more precum oozing out the tip, at this point it was practically dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Fuck why are you being so fucking loud for?” San asked with a scoff. “Want people to hear you?”

“Sa-nnie” you complained but you did not become quieter for that much.

“Ohh. I get it” San said in a sarcastic tone, slowing down again. That had you squirming when you felt the tight feeling in your core slowly fading away.

“N-no, p-please Sannie, nooo” you begged shaking your hips, trying to fuck yourself back on your boyfriend’s cock to find the same rhythm.

“You want people to know what kind of good whore you are”

“Yes, yesss. Exactly-fu-... Sannie please.” You would have agreed to anything he was saying to have him fuck you exactly like he was a second ago.

“Maybe you even want my members to hear you” San said with a smirk. “Especially Mingi I bet”.

At the mention of the name you stopped moving around, your brain flooding with the images of Mingi body rolling and dancing.

“Oh you just became tighter baby.” San said with a smirk. “So you do want him to see you” San said, fucking you even slower now. 

“Pleaseeee” you said in a breath.

“I bet you wished it was him fucking you right now” San said eventually completely pulling out of you.

“Noo… P-please” you whined quietly your throbbing cunt clenching around nothing, begging for more attention.

For the first time Mingi peeled his eyes off you to look at his friend only to be met with San’s wicked smirk. San’s smirk grew wider when he saw his fiery haired friend look back at him with big round terrified eyes. He knew Mingi was panicking right now; he couldn’t even touch his cock anymore. Poor weeping thing just waited there ignored while it continued leaking more precum.

“Say it, Princess” San insisted. “Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself” San cooed, leaning over you to whisper in your ear before leaving his place between your legs and gesturing to Mingi to take his place. 

For a second Mingi was completely frozen to the side. He didn’t know how to act. His brain was almost melting out his ears and he was in complete overdrive. But he shook his head and took a silent step in your direction then a second one and found himself right between your spread legs. He could have cum with just that, just looking at you from that angle just knowing that he could take you right there. But he waited. Immobile. 

“If you want more cock. You’ll have to say it baby” San cooed again in your ear and you faced a dilemma.

You didn’t know if you could really voice out your secret fantasy that way. San never struck you to be the jealous kind but still… he required you to say that and in this second, on the brink of your orgasm, your brain only soaked in sin and lust you couldn’t think of anything else than to be rammed again. You pictured Mingi again in your mind, you imagined what he would feel like inside you, what he would sound like, what he would look like. Fuck… you did want that.

“I-I wish it was Mingi fucking me right now” you said hesitantly but pushing your hips up, spreading your legs even further pushing your soaked and desperate little cunt in the air. 

“Good girl” San whispered, satisfied and gave a nod to Mingi.

Mingi’s heart was about to burst out of chest. The frantic muscle was rattling against his ribs and jumping in his throat then diving back in the pit of his stomach. He was all over the place. He couldn't believe it. He couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe he heard you say that. Saying out loud you wished another man was inside you instead of your boyfriend. And not any man. Him. 

You wanted him.

His hands were shaking when he grabbed the base of his cock, twitching as he approached it slowly from your core while you grew more and more impatient. 

“Pleaseee” you whined again. “I said it…. now please give me cock” you pleaded. 

As soon as Mingi’s tip touched your entrance you went completely silent and Mingi struggled to do too. When he pushed himself inside you he could have passed out. You were so welcoming, so warm, so tight, so wet. So good. Oh so fucking good. He progressed inside you very slowly earning a long stretched out moan from your end. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this way. He was the one pulling those beautiful sounds out of your lips. When he bottomed out he swore he had died and went to heaven. There was no other explanation. The way he felt could only be explained by faith. God was a woman. And that woman was you.

Fuck he needed more of this. He needed to feel you more, to hear you more, to see you more. He wanted it all.

He started to pump himself in and out of you faster, his hand struggling to find a place to settle, finally opting to grab the edge of the vanity. Avoiding direct contact with you, fearing you would recognize him. Rapidly he found himself fucking you (and himself) senseless, rutting his hips like a dog while San watched with a little satisfied smirk, thick cock in hand stroking lazily. 

Your mouth went agape. It felt so good, so fucking good to be finally fucked that deep that rough, exactly how you wanted, the tight feeling in your gut rapidly building up again. But it also felt different. The angle was different. It felt like San’s dick wasn’t hitting the same spot as usual, it also felt slightly curved upwards. And longer. And what about the hands, the touches? San always holds you at the waist, always stuffs his fingers in your mouth? Why wasn't he touching you?

In a flash you ripped the blind fold off your eyes and opened them. At first the bright lights of the vanity behind you blinded you for a short second. The first thing you saw was the tuft of dampened fiery orange hair. Then your vision cleared out and you saw Mingi right between your legs, sharp brows deeply furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line and smashing himself into you at an unbelievable pace. 

The shock you felt tightened your stomach and you came on the spot.

To see Mingi fucking you this hard, take so much pleasure with it and struggling to keep quiet while he fucked you secretly. You didn’t need anything more. 

“F-fuc- Min-gi” you whined as your legs tensed up and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth agape.

“Y-y/n” Mingi whispered, his hands flying to your hips at that very second you opened your eyes, the many rings on his fingers digging into your skin and without a doubt marking you for the next couple of days. His strong grip grounding you into the vanity to fuck you deeper, faster, better.

You creamed around his cock, your back arched up, your pretty moans and your cunt fluttering around him took Mingi right with you to cloud 9. He couldn’t stop his hips from ramming into you while he delivered scorching hot ropes of thick cum right into your avid little hole. Spasming and twitching. To him it felt like your pussy was trying to milk him dry as he moaned your name a thousand times while bent over you until his hips became sloppy and he eventually came to a stop.

“Awww.” San said as he looked at the both of you disheveled and out of breath, both coming down from your highs. “You both came looking at each other. That's cute” But then he wrapped his hands around your jaw to turn your head to him. “But that made me a little jealous. Don't you think you need to make it up to me, darling?”

Mingi pulled out, out of breath you felt the hot cum running down your pussy and dripping onto the floor. San placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and he switched places to join your side.

“Look at that?” San said, crouching down, inspecting your twitching little pussy. “Eventhough you were just fucked full of cum I can tell you want more, baby”

You nodded frantically at the idea of being filled up again.

“Please yes”

San pushed his cock inside you with ease. Mingi’s load providing the perfect lube.

“I slide right in, baby. ” San grunted. After all this teasing he found himself to be closer to his breaking point then he anticipated. “You got her nice and lubed up for me, man.” He sent a cheeky wink to Mingi.

You were just right back down from cumming a short while ago but you found yourself moaning loud for your boyfriend’s cock. It felt so good and soon you were begging him to fuck you harder.

“Please Sannie faster” you said.

“Of course princess I’ll fuck Mingi’s cum right back into your hole he said with a smirk to his friend before smashing himself in. He too was moaning like you were both alone not having a care in the world of what could have been happening outside the dressing room. And soon enough Mingi was hard again.

“Baby, your new boyfriend needs help over there.” San said between moans, drawing your attention back on Mingi again, as he was standing there idle, painful cock laying heavy in his balled fist.

“Please Mingi let me suck your cock” you asked looking right back up at him as your body was jolted up with San’s every move. You didn’t even let Mingi think about it for a second. Your lips instinctively found his beet red tip and you rounded your mouth around it. 

He tasted too good, you relished in the strong flavour and aroma of his cum mixed with your own nectar. It tasted sinful but oh so fucking right. This taste and the way his cock smoothly glided in your tongue made your mind go completely blank. Your tongue focussing on his tip between every come and go around his shaft to collect the precious salty precum you earned along with every grunt, every pant, every whimper from the tall man. You couldn’t have enough of it and you kept on sucking his cock. Relentlessly trying to get another load out of him.

Mingi felt so fucking sensitive right after cumming but it also felt so good.  His strong hand flew to your hair as he grabbed a big fistfull. Instinctively pulling on it to keep you from gobbling up his cock that still felt very sensitive, his moans went up in pitch with overstimulation.

“You’re a real fucking whore for his cock, arent you, Angel?” San asked as he landed a sharp and unexpected slap on your cunt. Making you pop Mingi out of your mouth to look back at your boyfriend again. The delicious sting made you arch your back.

“A-again pleaseee” you said through gritted teeth as San smirked and made your wish come true, slapping your eager little cunt again, making you clench around him harder, making him falter ever so slightly.

Mingi was now pumping his cock over your face, you heard as clear as day the squelching sounds of his spit and cum coating his cock as he stroked it right over you.

San was rubbing tight circles on your swollen reddened clit and ramming into you with all his might. You knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Sannie I’m gonna c-” another sharp slap landed onto your sensitive clit, making you cry out a whimper.

“Not yet, whore. Make your new boyfriend cum first”. San nodded his head in Mingi’s direction.

You were so far gone, mind, body and soul only filled with cock that you didn’t even catch how San referred to Mingi. You were ready to do anything for your boyfriend to finally let you cum so you turned your attention  back to Mingi.

“Please Mingi give me your cum, pleasepleaseplease. Want your cum all over my face.”

Mingi didn’t need more. It flipped a switch inside him to see you spread open by San’s cock but getting your undivided attention to beg for his cum like it was the most precious substance on earth. 

“Fuck y/n” he said in a strangled moan. “Want my cum huh?” the grip on your hair tightened, making the veins of his forearm pop.

“Yes yes yes yes yes pleaseplease” 

“Fuck you’re so good to me. Fuckkkkk… Y/n I love you” he confessed in a breath right before letting out thick ropes of cum that split your face in two from chin to forehead. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, both his heart and body finally letting out what he’s been holding back for years. The pleasure made his head spin, more cum crashing onto your nose and lips which you licked hurriedly to get the chance to taste him again.

“Good girl” San said, picking up the pace as he never stopped fucking into you. “You’re so pretty with all this cum on you. Your pretty pussy full of cum and your pretty fucking face too” he said his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Want another load, Princess?” he asked strong shoulders bulging out as he gripped your waist tighter, bruising your skin and joining Mingi’s ring marks. 

“Yes please cum inside sannie” you whined throwing your head back “Please I want your c-hmppph” your words caught in your throat when Mingi started to rub circles on your clit, adding another layer of pleasure. “Fuckkk” you cried.

“P-please… more… c-cum” you said, your brain completely tuning out to let your primal instinct take the lead. 

“Fuck baby I’m so close San said. 

“Me too.. I-” right at this moment Mingi lightly slapped your pussy and it was the last straw. You were pushed over the edge and Mingi continued to give little fast slaps to your sensitive clit, making you shake as your cum gushed out of you in translucent and powerful streams.

“Fuckkk I’m c-cumming” San said as he delivered more cum inside your hole, joining Mingi’s and mixing together. You completely lost your mind on the feeling of how full you felt while San was pumping another big load into you and Mingi was repeatedly slapping your pretty pussy then switching to quick circles again that gradually slowed down to a stop.

When San pulled out he looked at you with a warm smile that made his eyes into crescents.

“Isn’t she pretty like this?” he asked Mingi, who was looking at you with just as much love.

“Yeah, she is” he breathed out while you gradually came back to your senses.

“Should we make it official?” San asked peeling his eyes off you to look at his friend. 

“What?” Mingi asked, clueless.

“Well the three of us are together now.” San said before turning his attention to you again “Isn't that right, darling?” and you nodded.

“Well Mingi, next time if you want to confess in the middle of a fuck how about you take me out on a date before cumming on my face?” You said scraping the cum on your cheeks into your mouth and sucking on your fingers and San chuckled but Mingi protested looking affronted.

“Hey! You asked me to!”

a/n: i had so much fun writing this i hope you liked reading my babes <3

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[ramonathinks]

your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.

so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.

but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.

you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.

the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.

a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.

he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”

his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”

you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.

when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.

you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.

even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”

“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”

“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”

“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.

“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”

your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.

he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.

he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.

“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.

SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG

BANNERS BY @/cafekitsune

[ozzgin]

HI OZZ

omg im so excited asks are open!!! since its for october can i get some freaky shit with zzy? idk what would really fit him since imo he’d probably be into a bit of everything. maybe hes being a but to much one day and reader ties him up

i crave him carnally

~💕 annonie

Monstertober Day 12: Devilish Charm ft. Goat Demon

content: female reader, NSFW (face sitting, bondage), monster smut

You can barely see ahead, vision blurry from the overwhelming tension knotting within the pit of your stomach. You involuntarily begin rocking your hips back and forth - a sloppy, clumsy motion - as the demon’s tongue swirls and flicks your insides with tremendous greed.

He manages to free one arm from the confines of the rope, sinking his claws into the plush skin of your back and pulling you further into his face.

You didn’t even notice the strings of drool that shamelessly escaped your mouth together with the whines, but you wouldn’t be able to tell either way. Zzy’s face is drenched with your juices, and he’s visibly delirious about it; grunting and panting each time you plunge against his lips, clutching and sucking onto your nub like a starved man.

How did you even end up in this situation?

There. You gave the rope one last tug, then dusted off your hands with a satisfied nod.

"For fuck's sake, human, all I did was ask about your day!"

Zzy wriggled under the many knots immobilizing him.

"Do you even hear what comes out of your mouth? You've been talking my ear off with your horny intentions", you retorted.

Your eyes slipped downward for a brief moment. With a click of the tongue, you added:

“Even now, you’re getting hard as we speak. What’s the matter with you?”

The horned creature glared at you.

“Listen, (Y/N), I don’t like using my powers like that, but I’m getting desperate. Come here", he urged, "I won’t ask twice.”

To your dismay, your legs went ahead, almost against your will, guided by a strange sensation enveloping your body: lust.

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[pbnbucks]

Paige x fem x nika

So let’s say that fem gets a boyfriend and both of them get jealous and the boyfriend cheats on fem and Paige and Nika comfort her and it ends up in smut of them being possessive and trying to prove to fem that she should be with them and not him

word count : 734

warnings : sorta angsty, cheating barely, cussing, filthy smut

summary : nikas tired of your boyfriend and she thinks you guys need a break

“oh sweet girl im so sorry” the blonde says rubbing your back as the 2 girls try and comfort you “i mean i dont know why he would do that” nika rolls her eyes as she seen tears roll down your face for the past 2 hours

“and i dont know why you would stay with him and forgive him” paige gives nika a ‘stop it’ look as your face completely goes emotionless at her comment as she leaves no sympathy for you.

“nika i don’t even want to here it right now” your comment makes her angry at how naive you are about the situation. “no i dont want to hear you crying about him when you now theres so much better out there” she says as she was ignoring everything you where ranting about to paige

“he said he was sorry…” she sits down right in front of you with a stern look on her face “he’s not sorry i can promise you that, let me and paige show you what sorry really is.”

she says as you both move your head to look over at paige “how?” paige smirks at your confused innocent look “like this baby” paige softly pushes you onto the bed as her finger slips under you waist band looking up at you asking for consent with her eyes and you nod your head as nika works with removing your shirt massaging your breast.

you whine at the the feeling as the to girls are concerned on how to please you, you feel the cold air hit your slick making paige coo

“look how wet you are and we haven’t even touched you yet” paige teases. “such a sweet girl for us” nika chimes in with a strap now on her body as she aligns herself with you entrance slowly pushing in, while paige finds her way to your breast massaging one and sucking on the other one.

the work of the two girls make the most pornographic moans leave your mouth as paige hums in response feeling pride from her work.

"Quiet. We don't wanna get caught now, do we?" nika coos as her hand covers your mouth muffling your moans adding a response “even though i wish i could listen to your pretty noises all night long baby” her other hand begins to circle your clit while paige uses her talented mouth to form hickeys all over your chest making your stomach turn forming a knot.

“such a good girl” paige praises at your skill to remain quiet. “fuck- im gonna cum” you plea as the croatian speeds up trying to rush you into release.

“thats it baby, cum all over my cock” she begs once your release comes crashing down as your liquids spill all over her strap and the bed, as paige now covers your mouth once the moans begin to leave your mouth hushing you.

nika helps you ride out your high as she slowly removes the strap from your now sensitive body, paige makes her way to your pussy instantly sucking on your clit while adding two fingers into your wet hole as she wastes no time letting go you adjust to her.

“fucking love this pussy” she speaks sending vibrations through your core as your hands grip the bed sheets.

nika makes her way to your jawline placing sloppy kisses massaging your left nipple. her tongue flicks over your sensitive bud as she bring her arm over your waist pressing you down into the bed.

“you want a taste nika?” paige pops her head up waiting for nikas response as nika goes onto her knees as they both pick up the pace both making their assault on your puffy clit as paige’s lanky fingers slip in and out of you making filthy noises leave your hole.

“fuck fuck fuck im so fucking close” your legs begin to shake and squirm as nika holds your waist down. the knot forms getting tighter and tighter as the girls praise your body movements into release.

“holy shit” the girls both say in unison is you were now squirting on their tongues every bit of release you had left making your body shutter at the contact. the get every last bit of cum you had left as nika comes up to your ear as she whispers sweat nothings in your ear “such a pretty girl”

[demiesworld]

"I AIN'T WITH THE MESSY SHITS, BUT I NEED SOME SLOPPY TOP"

☆ pairings: toji fushiguro x black!chubby!femreader

☆ synopsis: basically toji eating the pussy real sloppy. yes i got the title from glorilla's "lick or sum" and???

☆ contents: nsfw, oral (f. receiving), pussyeater!toji, pleasuredom!toji, daddy kink, dirty talking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of toys (clit vibrator; toys are our friends), pussy slapping, slight dacryphilia (if you squint), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and she is black. she is described as being chubby but her weight is not numerically indicated. reader's pronouns are she/her. i wrote this for my big girls bc we need the content (yes im a fluffy mami in rl). i put my pussy into this and im not sorry for the mess i made.

Before you met Toji, you had never met a man that would willingly, and most of the time without asking, eat your pussy out before. Your previous exes didn't eat your pussy out when you asked, or they didn't satisfy you enough to lead you into a mind-boggling orgasm. They left you feeling dry, unhappy, and unsatisfied. It was a blessing and a curse for you to end up with a man like Toji. Someone who didn't take "no" for an answer, someone who will deal with your bratty attitude and fix that shit with his dick in your pussy, and who ate your pussy simply for his own pleasure.

"OHH FUUUCK!"

You were on the bed, laying on your back with your legs pressed against your chest. Toji was laying on his stomach and his face was in between your thighs, his mouth slurping on your clit while his fingers were driving into your cunt. The slickness of your juices were wetting up his fingers and making a mess on the bedsheets. He didn't bother to put a towel underneath you because in his words, "The way you squirt, that shit will just go through the towel anyways," so he didn't do it.

Toji had been eating at your pussy for who knows how long. He had already made you succumb to three orgasms by using only his fingers. This man was putting your body through the wringer. His tongue never faltered in flicking at your hardened clit. Those long, thick fingers of his were fucking into your pussy and making the most obscene, wet noises in the room. Accompanied by those squelches were your shrill, whiny, high-pitched moans. Your back arching up from the bed and toes curling when Toji would suck and nibble at your sensitive nub.

"Tojitojitojitoji!" You babbled on his name, and jerked your hips down towards his fingers. A trail of saliva was coming out of the corner of your mouth as you squirmed about trying to bring yourself to another climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm g'na cum again! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Your walls tightened around his fingers and another stream of your juices came squirting out right onto his face. Your man smirked while he pulled his mouth away from your clit and pulled his three fingers in your pussy out. Toji lapped up the wetness you had just made before pulling his mouth away and kissing fervently at your puffy folds.

You jolt from his lips, hips twitching, legs trembling and let out a whine, "Tooojiii, d-daddy, n-no more, I-I can't!" You had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fat, warm tears that fell down your cheeks as you laid there on the bed. "I can't take iiit!! Too much, too much!"

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "Ssh, ssh, baby girl you can take it. You always take it don't you? Hm?" His gruff voice was soft when he was speaking to you. When you were like this, a dumbed down mess from back-to-back stimulation, he knew he had to console you gently. You look at him, nose scrunched up and plump lips pouting. "You can take it baby girl. I know you can,"

Toji sits up from his position and kneels on the bed crawling above you. You were starting to think that your man was going to fuck you, but what he did next surprised yet scared you. He reached underneath the pillow you had your head on and grabbed the hot pink toy wand you had. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the toy then look back at your man. "D-Daddy p-please!! Please daddy!"

Your mind already knew that once Toji brought out the toy wand it was game over for you. He knew how to angle the vibrator just right for you to squirt all over him. Your hands flew to around his broad shoulders and shaky thick thighs wrapped around his small waist in an attempt to keep him from going back down on you.

"P-please daddy, y-you don't have to do that," you begged of him, and squeezed your legs tighter. You bring him down for a kiss to your lips, not knowing that Toji had already turned the vibrator on with a press of the button and was guiding it towards your clit. In between the messy kisses you were stammering, "S-See daddy? C-Can you juss- TOJIIIII FUCK OH MY GOD!" You were interrupted by him pressing the vibrator to your clit.

Toji circles the toy around your sensitive nub and his tongue licks at your cheek. He tastes the dried tears from earlier on your soft brown skin. He glances down at where the toy is rubbing at your clit then looks at the fucked out expression on your face. He smirks cockily at you. "I want you to give me a couple more before the end of the night baby girl." His scarred lip presses a firm kiss to your round cheek. "Then I'll stop."

You shake your head and claw your manicured nails into his shoulders. "Mm! Mm! Mm! C-cumming! Cumming!" You warn him, feeling your stomach tighten, your eyes rolling back when you cum again on the bedsheets. There's practically a puddle of just your bodily fluids soaking the blankets. The room stinks of the scent of musk and sweat, but it doesn't deter either of you from stopping.

"Yeeeeah that's it. That's how daddy fucking likes it." He growls, and places the wand to the side. His hand grabs your chin, turning your face to him and he kisses you roughly. You try your best to respond to the kiss, but your body is tired and your mind has turned into mush after climaxing for the sixth (?) time. Toji doesn't care as he sucks on your limp tongue after gnawing at your bottom lip with his canines.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Soft, weak moans left from you when Toji was slapping his hand on your pussy. His fingers stroked your folds gently followed by another slap. You unwrap your legs from around him and let your arms flop to your sides. Your body no longer touching him as you become pliable for him.

"That's my fucking girl, my good fucking girl." He hooks his thumb on the corner of your mouth and stretches your cheek. "Open your mouth up for daddy." You part your lips and stick out your tongue, Toji laughs at this before he spits onto your tongue. With narrowed eyes he watches you swallow it then he returns to going back in between your thighs.

His lips kiss on your inner thighs, teeth bite down on your brown skin and leaving bite marks there. Murmurs of, "so fucking good for me", "going to make this pretty pussy cream some more", could be heard from the man between your thighs. Toji kissed and licked on your thighs some more until he got to your pussy. He reached over and grabbed the toy wand, turning it back on then holds it against your puffy clit. Your man had it pressed right against the nerve of your clit while his tongue was delving into your entrance.

You squirm shakingly on the bed, but you once again chase that one high that Toji is trying to give you. In contrast to your body wanting more your words say something different. You whine, "No more daddyyyy!!"

Toji ignores your cries while he uses a hand to keep your plush thigh spread open. He stops eating you out to say, "One more then I'll stop baby girl," He lifts the wand away from your clit to suckle on it. "Come on, baby, come on." He mumbles onto your nub.

He encourages you to cum for him one last time, and by the grace of whoever you did. Your wrecked out body, unable to release any more of your juices due to the constant stimulation, just writhed and clenched as you came for him. A lewd "pop" emitted from Toji when he plucks your clit out of his mouth. He kneels on the bed before you, rubbing his hands on your fleshy thighs and stroking the bruised skin that he caused.

"You did so good baby girl, so fucking good, I'm so proud of you baby." He leans down to peck your lips. When you start to whine and whimper from coming down he whispers, "It's okay baby, I'm here baby, look at daddy," He cups your face in his hands, directing your attention to his green eyes. "Look at me. I'm going to run you a bath okay baby?" You nodded your head and he continued, "You want me to carry you or can you walk?"

Again you shake your head and whine, Toji took this as a "no I can't walk" and he went on to pick you up from the bed with ease. He carried you with his hands underneath your thighs into the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the toilet seat before he went to the bathtub and ran the water. Your man returned back to you, since you were already naked he wrapped your hair up in a shower cap and used a damp towel to clean up any messes on your body.

"Mm, T-Toji... I... good?" You quietly ask him.

His eyes look up to your tired expression, and he smiles approvingly at you. "Yes baby girl you did good for me. You always do."

★ letter from demie: FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. it don't make no sense why this can't happen to mee!!!! fuck i hate this!!! anyways!!! tell me what you think of this smut! i think i just let the faucet run on this one!!

[ilwonuu]

hard dom sungchan just make a mess out of you and degrading you but fucking you so good until you can’t even think anymore

im about to go feral omg..(sorry) OHSBSH THANK YOU FOR UR REQUEST. i hope this is good<3 lmk what u think!!!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you can take it right? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

↬ jung sungchan

❀ pairing- harddom!sungchan x sub!reader, established relationship

❀ warnings- pure smut, MDNI, kissing, kinda rough sex???, dirty talk, unprotected sex(IM NOT SORRY), creampie, spit used as lube??( lube is also used) sungchan likes it messy ok!!, sungchan is kinda mean but we love it, lmk what else 🙃

❀ a/n- my first riize fic??? i really like it im happy with how it came out!!! lmk what you think <3

“please fuck me- i will be so-.” he cuts you off with a desperate kiss. “fuck- look at how wet you are from me humping against you.” he teases you as he pulls your underwear to the side a bit.

“my dirty girl. you like it messy don’t you? you love being fucked like a slut.” your moaning out for him to touch you.

“i’ll be good for you-“ he just smirks as he rips your underwear so that it’s not in the way. “will you? i don’t think you will. that’s the probably sweetheart. stay still.”

he smiles as spits on you clit. licking up your slit teasingly. “touch yourself for me.” he watches as you inch your hand down to catch the spit, rubbing it against your folds.

he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as you see him take his pants off, him not having boxers on at the moment. “stay fucking still.” he grabs your hips as he spits on your clit again.

you moan and roll your hips at the contact of his spit. “yeah you like that? i knew you would. want it dirty like a slut? i’ll give it to you that way.”

you watch him rub the tip of his dick against your folds, collecting your slick as he rubs his pre-cum against your cunt. your moans have gotten louder as starts to rub it against your clit.

“what happened to that dirty attitude huh baby? you get my cock and now you can’t even speak? is that it?” you watch your boyfriend reach for something in your side table already having an idea of what it was.

“gonna make you so messy. gonna make you dumber on my cock. i bet you want me to ruin you. fuck you like you’re nothing but my toy.”

you feel him pour lube against your aching hole, you watch as he puts some on his dick. “sungc-“ he cuts you off as he pushes into you.

“shut the fuck up..” he watches as your mouth freeze as he starts to fuck you roughly into the mattress.

“yea- i like it better when my slut doesn’t talk back.” he fucks his hips into at a teasing pace.

“look that this pussy- sucking me in so desperately. like i don’t give you dick everyday. you just love taking dick don’t you? my dick hungry slut aren’t you? say it.”

he spits on your cunt again as he starts to fuck you harder. “i asked you something.” he grabs your face to look at him as he makes your eyes roll back.

“l-love your c-cock-“ he wraps his arm around your throat. “yea i know you do- you see how you fucking take it. only sluts want it like this.”

he kisses your neck before he feels your pussy clench around him. “gonna cum slut? cum baby- yea fuuck.” he watches as you start to fuck yourself against him along with his thrusts.

“i’m coming-“ he pulls you into a sloppy kiss as he fucks you faster. your legs shake as you cum hard on his dick.

“my fucking s-slut. gonna make you my cum slut.” he holds you in place as he thrusts into you a couple more times.

“sungchan- f-fuck.” he’s shooting his load deep inside you as he fucks you rough into the mattress. “take it all- fuck.” he pulls out and rubs his dick against your clit, spreading his cum around.

“you’re so messy. oh look at this slut.” he makes you shift your gaze to watch as he pushes into you again. your arousal making a loud squelch noise when he starts to shallowly fuck you.

“p-please-“ your own arousal cuts you off as you feel him start to pour some more lube on his dick. “fucking- look at me. watch how good i fuck you.” he pulls you into another sloppy kiss.

“fu-fuck feels so goo-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as you feel him spit on your clit lightly rubbing it.

“dirty fucking slut.” he speeds his hips. you know you’re in for a long and messy night.

[omgeto]

could you do reader giving gojo head for the first time please?? LOVE YOUR WORK!!

gojo gets his first blowjob from his pretty little best friend so mdni

“are you sure about this?” you ask with a sly grin — gojo was nervous. you could tell by the way he toyed with the sheets, staring at everything but you. it was odd seeing your best friend, who was usually so confident, being unsure about something.

“yeah i want to do this, definitely.” he nods eagerly in response, “just don’t wanna mess this up,” he finishes with a mumble.

“c’mon toru, no need to be shy with me,” your grin widens as you watch his sudden shift from bravado to bashfulness. it was a side of him you rarely got to see — and you were gonna take full advantage of it. “i’ll take care of you.”

his dick hardens just at the sight of you, your face inching closer to his, your lips part as your hand snakes around his neck in a firm hold as your mouth envelopes him. he quickly eases into the kiss, his tongue pushing into yours greedily. his hands feverishly roam your body touching as you climb into his lap.

you eventually pull away from the kiss, but his mouth still chases yours, hungry for more. you give him a final peck before pushing him down on the bed. you play with the hem of his boxers and he looks up at you expectedly, a faint whisper leaving his mouth “please.” 

you free his dick from his hands, stroking at it slowly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watch his lips part at the cold contact of your fingers wrapping around the tip of his dick. swiping off the precum with your thumb, popping it in your mouth to taste him.

“fuck” he mutters, staring up at you. he couldn’t contain himself, you’d barely done anything and he was already feeling like he was going to cum everywhere. 

you lower your head, about to take in his dick in your warm mouth before he stops you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “you really don’t have to.”

“it’s fine toru,” you chuckle, amused by his chivalry, but you could tell by the way his breathing slowed, eagerly anticipating you to give him head.

“okay then, but only if you want to,” he bargains, “i don’t want it to be all about me.”

“it is all about you,” before he could respond, you shove his dick in your mouth contentedly humming at the whimper that comes out of his mouth. he couldn’t keep still, the feeling of your sloppy wet mouth repeatedly sucking on his piece, made him lose his mind. 

“ah s-shit,” he moans out, as your lips slobber over his dick, your hands twisting on the part your mouth couldn’t take. your hands fondle his balls, massaging them as your mouth continues to work on his dick. “fuck, t-this is so good. is it always this good?” you chuckle at his excitement, quickening your pace as you feel from the way his hips were slightly thrusting towards your face that he was about to cum. 

“i think i’m gonna—” he whines out, and just seeing your eyes match his, with you coyly looking up at him. his sentence cuts short as he releases into your mouth. your smile widens as you swallow all of him, pressing a kiss to his tip as your mouth comes off his dick.

“was that okay? i didn’t cum to quickly right?” he immediately starts to ramble as you sit up, “speaking of cum, was it too salty? i’ve read that some gu–” you interrupt him, putting your lips back onto his, making him taste himself off of you. “shit that was hot.”

“see, not that bad,” you jest, admiring the blissed out look on his face — you really rocked his words and you were just warming up.

you could feel his dick start to harden again underneath you, and you laugh as he says, “could we maybe try that again sometime?”

an: slay. lmk your thoughts, surprise surprise im writing for gojo again despite saying that I dont like him hmmm wild.

[jax-ln-the-box]

This is my new tav Dane [insert last name here] (haven't figured one out yet don't look at me)

I've been playing bg3 with araw and this is gonna be my next tav! I'm mushing him and koda together like dolls.

[truefant4sy]

"girl im tryna fuck with you"

warnings: fondling,bimbo reader,softdom euro,slight crying, desk sex,squirting,breeding,slight aftercare but not too much

Sorry for disappearing for a month (I'm gonna do it again after this)

Reader is black

You had been working for Euronymous for a while. Doing nothing but cleaning instruments,getting drinks and booking gigs as much as you did hate it you couldn't help but love the attention you got when you wore smaller skirts and lower cut tops around Euronymous.

As you walked into his office to give him another schedule for tonight's gigs you could hear him talking on the phone he didn't speak until the call ended "were you just gonna stand here and not talk?" he smirked running a hair throw his greasy black hair "c'mere" he patted his lap signaling for you to come sit on it.

As you sat on his lap his pale arms snaked around your waist "your so..warm" his cold breath fanned your neck sending shivers down your spine making your back arch his hands traveled up and down your sides before they slid up your shirt and fondled your breast "we shouldn't do this here" your breath hitched as his cold hands played with your hard nipples he simply ignored you as he continued his gropping.

he continuously groped you his hands left your shirt and went under your pink plaid mini skirt your thong pulled to the side as he started to play with your slick filling the room nasty wet noises. You began to squirm with need as he avoided your puffy throbbing clit "p-please" you didnt even know what you were begging for you just wanted something "please what baby? Hm? Say it" he cooed into your ear as he ran his finger up and down your slit "touch me..please".

Your eyes fluttered as his thick pale fingers slid into your wet sloppy pussy as his fingers began to pump in and out your breath got harder to catch as broken whimpers escaped your throat the quicker his fingers pumped inside of you "cmon baby cum for me" he cooed in your ear making you clench tightly around his fingers "oh my god- im cumming" your eyes rolled back as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you he slapped your pussy a few times making you squirt "you think your ready for this cock baby? Hmm?" you nodded eagerly waiting for his next move.

He lifted you up and sat you on his desk before unbuckling his belt and revealing his painful hard cock "touch it" he slightly thrusted his hips foward waiting for you to touch his cock. As your pretty manicured hands wrapped around his cock he sighed in relief "move those hands for me baby" as your hands began to stroke at his coke he groaned and thrusted into your hands "i cant wait to fuck your pussy" you stroked him for a few more minutes before he moved your hands "you ready for me to fuck you?" you nodded "i need you to answer me" "yes i am" his hands gripped the backs of your thighs as he put them on either sides of his shoulder and pulled your thong to side

His pretty pink tip oozed precum as he slid the head of it on your clit and slit before prodding is way inside making you whimper loudly "øystein" he started at a slow steady pace before speeding up "ugh- fuck- slow down" his head rested in the crook of your neck as he thrusted into you like a wild animal on heat "fuck your pussy is so t-tight" he groaned in your ear "i want you have my damn kids" he only fucked into you harder making you cry out "s'too much- please" you didn't know if you were begging for him to stop or to keep going all you knew though was that it felt amazing "mhm- please baby lemme cum in y-you" he whimpered and groaned as you tight warm walls sucked him in and didn't let go "i- ah- m'gonna cum-" that familiar knot in your stomach began to unravel covering him in your juices as you squirted on him that pushed him of the edge into a pool of pleasure "aw fuck- im gonna cum in you" he gave you one hard thrust before warm spurts if cum covered your walls.

After it all he got a few wipes and cleaned you and himself up giving you a few light kisses between.

After he finished cleaning you up he took you back to his place to embrace you in his bed (and take a very needed nap)

[xalhaau]

“ I think im liking her more.”

FT. GOJO SATORU

( this is mostly just pure smut. )

MINORS DNI!

play Vixen by Ayesha Erotica.

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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~ *

———

You walked out of the room after having been talked to by Masamichi or rather, principal Yaga, shutting the door on your way out politely. It wasn’t nothing much but just you reporting what happened on your little mission.

Walking down a path, footsteps were heard behind you as you turned around as a familiar white haired man walked towards you, cheekily smiling towards you. You waved at the man, halting your walk for Gojo to catch up, “ Hey, how’d your mission go..?” You looked at Gojo and just started walking forward towards your dorm “ It was alright, nothing too fun, just the usual.” You watched as your lover nodded his head, grabbing to pick up a random flower on the grass patches and giving it to you.

——

Washing the dishes in the sink from dinner earlier, you looked at Gojo whom sat on the couch while scrolling through his phone, acting like he has no care or responsibilities in the world as he slouched on the couch to play his Candy Crush.

As you walked over to your boyfriend, he stared at you like a lost child who just found their mother with his arms out for you. You walked towards Gojo, placing a kiss on his lips and walking away to your room, leaving him empty armed on the sofa.

You placed your folded clothes on the bed while getting ready to go shower until Gojo needily walked into your shared bedroom from the past events that had occured in the living room, “ I heard you and Shoko went to a bar. Whats that about, hm?” You hummed towards your boyfriends statements, letting him continue to speak “ So what’d you guys do?” He questioned you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “ We went out to go drinking and..” Drawing Gojo’s attention, you decided to try and get a reaction out of your crybaby boyfriend.

A deep sigh could be heard from you as Gojo waited for you to finish your sentence, impatiently tapping his fingers onto your waist, “ I thinking im liking her more. Shoko bought me three shots and rubbed my back in our uber, she even held my hair when I threw up at our hotel, and she gave me painkillers.” The arms around you tightened, not a suffocating hug but more like a firmer hug.

Gojo let out a laugh as you stood still, letting the man hug you in the middle of the room “ I really wish my boyfriend did that, what a shame, isnt it darling?” Your boyfriend let go of you and let out a scoff, “ Oh yeah? But does Shoko touch you like how your boyfriend does? Does she make you moan like how your boyfriend does?” He pauses mid-sentence, grabbing the back of your neck to take you into a greedy, sloppy kiss before pulling away. “ Does shoko fuck you as good as I do, pretty? I dont think so..” Gojo chuckles at the sight of you, gasping for air while you balled his shirt up into your fist, your pretty needy eyes on his.

—

The water in the shower hitting your body as you clung onto your boyfriends body with Gojo penetrating you as he held you in the air, your legs wrapped around his torso as he gave you deep, fast thrusts which had you a moaning mess all up on him, “ Fuck! You feel so good Satoru..” He hit all the perfect spots inside of you, his cock was basically made for you as it slickly slid in and out of you with ease.

Satoru placed you down as your legs slightly shook, with Gojo flipping your body around as you faced the shower walls. Gojo’s tip slightly pressing down against your ass before he slowly thrusted into you “ You feel so good, baby..” Satoru whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe down your neck, lightly biting and sucking below your ear. “ You’re so good to me.. Such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” He fucked into you like a dog in heat as he was rutting into your pussy as if it was his last, filthly grabbing your jaw as Gojo pulled you into a lust-filled kiss. He pulled out of the kiss while holding a firm grip on your jaw as he spat into your mouth, connecting his tongue and lips around yours.

You watched as his dick slid smoothly into you, an intoxicating and obsessive sight with sounds of slapping from your skin hitting Satoru’s with your eyes rolling back as Satoru’s groaning and whining into your ears , shower walls beyond foggy and air that reeked of sex.

“ Cum on this dick, pretty. Fuckkk.. im all yours.” You let out a moan, mouth open with a tingly sensation throughout your body, you came on him.

Gojo continued fucking deep in you as his hands roamed your body, occasionally swiping at your clit until he suddenly stopped and pulled out. “ Satoru? What are you doing.?” You faced your lover, “ Beg for it, slut.” He smirked at you.

You pulled him into a sloppy kiss, swirling your tongue around his, sucking on his before pulling away from the kiss right as Gojo started getting needy into the kiss.

“ Fuck me, please.”

He turned off the water in the shower, dragging you out of the shower and drying you off, placing you onto the bed as he continued to spread your legs open for him. He pulled your body to the edge of the bed, licking your clit while simultaneously shoving two fingers into you, continously flicking his tongue against your clit as you rested your elbows on the mattress.

Spreading your legs wide for easier access for him to tongue fuck you, he pulled his fingers out, both hands holding your legs down onto the bed, “ Mm.. Keep going Toru, im gonna cum.” He started eating you out, licking stripes on your pussy as your legs shook violently.

—

Sliding into your drenched pussy, he held your arms behind your back while thrusting into you from behind, constantly slapping your ass as ragged breathing and moaning could be heard from outside your apartment, “ Oh! just like that Toru, you make me feel so good..” Your breathing is ragged and hard, as Gojo sucks on your neck, constantly nipping at it. Getting the life pounded out of you by your very obviously jealous boyfriend is tiring but this is what you wanted from the start like the little slut you are for Satoru Gojo, right?

You stopped Satoru as you pushed him down onto the bed while straddling his lap, you grabbed his cock as you guided it towards your pussy, slowly sinking down onto it with Gojo’s hands on your waist, guiding you onto him. You watched his face expression change as he stared at your tits, hazey eyes squeezing shut while he greedily reached to cup your boobs “ Mhm.. just like that Y/N.” He groaned out loud as he gave your tits a squeeze, thrusting up to meet your thrusts.

You stared into his eyes as you bounced on him, hazey blue eyes meeting yours as he gives you a wink and then returns his eyes to stare at your connecting bodies. Grabbing the back of your neck, Gojo pulls you down and kisses you, increasing the already intimate moment. Wet squelching sounds could be heard from the both of you, fucking yourself onto your lover as you guys intimately makeout while fucking as a whine was let out from Satoru.

Fucking yourself and bouncing on Gojo like a rabbit in heat, he rubbed your clit as you let out shaky moans from all the stimulation. Biting on your lip as Satoru released in you, filling you full of his cum. Taking deep, heavy breathes as you slide out of him with thick white release dripping from you as Satoru admires his art that he painted you with, deep purple bruises trailing from your neck leading all the way down to your thighs.

“ Fuck, you’re so beautiful.. My little slut and MINE only, huh? ♡”

You plopped down besides Satoru as he got off the bed, going to the bathroom to get a clean wet rag to clean you and him up, following your boyfriend like a lost puppy with wobbly legs. He sat you on the counter and cleaned you up, “ You’re so beautiful, You did so well for me, baby.” He gave you a quick peck “ I love you Satoru.” You smiled at him as you pulled him in for a kiss.

[neit2sss]

~i miss you~

Pairing - neteyam × Na’vi fem reader (mate)

Word count :600-700

Warning: Smut, fingering, oral, idk JUST SMUTTY

Noted: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO

DONT JUDGE LMK WHAT YOU THINK AND RECCOMMED PROMTS PLEASE. SORRY IF THERE ARE SPELLINGG MISTAKES I FINISHED THIS AT 2AM. Bye ily.

You and neteyam haven’t had alone time with eachother for over 2 weeks due to all the training he is going through. it’s a shame he’s such a good warrior and not only does he having hunting trips but he also trains other na’vi. The training sessions were finally over and you we able to see neteyam again, it was already dark outside and neteyam was sharping his knife while you were hunched over staring at him analyzing his movements.

He notices this unsual silence and breaks the air. “Talk to me my love, you’re not usually this silent” you fiddle with the ground and answer “well, I missed you, you-you’ve been gone for so long I-” and you look up at him. “I know princess come here ” He puts his knife down and gently kisses your cheek while rubbing your back “I’ll make it up to you I promise” You held eye-contact with him with such a needy look in your eyes. This caused him to go crazy, he hadn’t been able to see such a gaze in weeks and seeing it again caused him to feel things.

The closeness and intimacy had shivers running down your spine. You awaited this for so long. His warm embrace, big green eyes, and shining face were better than ever. You loved getting to fully take in his beauty with this closeness. He slowly starts to put kisses all over you face, coating you with his lips. “I love your soft pretty face” neteyam chuckles. You simply moan at the touch of his lips rubbing against your tender face. He pulls you closer to get a better grip on your waist.

He kissed your neck ever so gently and you shiver and moan. “Hmh Missed you so much” you moaned. His hand circulated your breast as he fully captures your body in his palms. He reaches for your loincloth and gently undoes the knot. approaching your clit and gently teasing it whilst still planting kisses all over your neck and chest. “Fuck you’re already so wet baby, how could I leave you for so long, im so sorry.” He groans

You go crazy over this, it’s been so long since he touched you, you cannot help but moan. You just want him to fuck you already, you’re so desperate for his embrace. he pushed you on your back gently “lay down for me princess” and slowly inserts his fingers into your heat which causes you to hump to the rhythm and moan even louder. “ you like that, feels nice? you’ve missed my touch?” Neteyam says You can’t manage to get the words out as the pleasure becomes too much.

“speak to me mayawne use your words” while he strokes his fingers even faster and firmer “ye-s neteyam” you moan. His digits are now fully inserted into your swollen heat, you feel your stomache tighten as he hits the soft spot. You roll your head back “feels-s so good nete” you can feel your high coming.

“Cum for me, all over my fingers baby” neteyam exclaimed while still holding eye contact with your nearly rolled back eyes. He loved pleasuring you, watching you try to grip at his hand, eyes rolled back, and breathing heavy . He loved making you cum over and over again. It filled his ego and lust. The pressure from his fingers entering and leaving your heat rapidly while he strokes ur swollen clit forms a knot in your stomache. “About to cum nete” you moan. “C’mon, please cum let me see that pretty cum, just like that princess” he says. you moan at his words as you fully ride out your high and silky slit runs down your heat. “Atta girl, you’ve been so good for me” he licks you up “taste so sweet” before inserting his fingers into your mouth . You sucks his fingers clean. He brings his sloppy lips to yours to so you fully get the embrace.

“I missed you too” he says.

[cray-cray-anime]

Who to submit and vote for pluralsswagbracket?

RISE MIKEY

What makes him plural?

Well ofc his alters! And he has not 1, not 2

BUT FOUR OFFICIAL ALTERS/PERSONAS

And they all swag with the best scene of them

Dr feelings

Donnie: Uh, what is happening?

Mikey: Good Morning. I'm Dr Feelings. Welcome to my seminar, "Hug it out"!

Donnie: Dr Feelings? I thought you were Dr Delicate Touch.

Mikey: (evilly) Dr Delicate Touch feels nothing.(back to normal) Lesson one: Because I said so is not an answer. You need to learn a healthy way to express your feelings to your family.

Donnie: Yes, feelings. Hot, cold, sleepy, hungry - -

Mikey: (intterupts donnie by wacking donnie with his pointing stick)

Mikey: No. Feelings like anger. Remind you of anyone? (Shows a picture of donnie yelling at SHELLDON)

Donnie: Nope!

(Ominous music plays as Mikey gives him a suspicious look as he changes the channel to Splinter yells at Donnie, then he starts changing them all over as donnie slowly realises in horror)

Dr delicate touch:

Mikey: Bullhop, we're friends. So this will be easy to say. YOU'VE GOT TO GO! HIT THE BRICKS SLOPPY!

Bullhop:What? You’re kicking me out?

Mikey:That’s right! You have been working a nerve hozer!

Honestly just have the whole compliations

Dr positive

Draxum:Baron Draxum needs the help of no one!

Mikey:Oh really? When I found you, were you or were you not living on the street?

Draxum: Maybe.

Mikey:Powerless because your soul got sucked out by the dark armor, wanted for crimes in the Hidden City and who set you up in style?

Draxum:(sighs) Dr. Positive.

Miley:That’s right. Dr. Positive. The one who’s gonna turn you from bad guy to glad guy. From sad heep to happy sheep. From devil to A level baby.

Dr rude (IT WASN'T EVEN AIRED YET WE LOVE IT so just watch the whole thing (def not cos I'm too lazy to type the transcript)

A couple even made fics on him having DID disorder

This is my favourite which even mentions one not said in the show of "ninja mode"

and this one mentions mikey's DID

Why would he have DID

"There are a variety of triggers that can cause switching between alters, or identities, in people with dissociative identity disorder. These can include stress, memories, strong emotions, senses, alcohol and substance use, special events, or specific situations"

Which MIKEY DOES (quote from rottmnt wiki)

"To deliver a harsh truth in his "Doctor Delicate Touch" method, Mikey often starts off being sweet, but quickly becomes angry and frank ("Man VS. Sewer").

Doctor Feelings uses his emotional intelligence to advise others ("Breaking Purple"),

and Mikey faces issues with determined optimism as Doctor Positive ("Repairin' the Baron").

And well dr rude wasn't aired and was only when he was pretending to be a villain

BUT myyyy personal hc is that mikey gets burnt out from his alters trying to keep the dysfunctional family together and try to stop the distancing and fighting, as well as, the villains.

So to cope, another alter slowly comes out as dr rude

But hey why would he have DID, isn't it usually from trauma?

Ya telling me

a family raised in the sewers

who hasn't seen anyone like them in several years

with a traumatised dad that's not emotionally available

and villains trying to kill you and your brothers regularly

not traumatising?!

As for the swag, honestly he speaks for them self (or selves). LIKE LITERALLY NOT EVEN THERE THAT LONG AND WE ALREADY LOVE THEM

So y'all submit for mikey TO GET HIM IN FOR THE VOTES

@pluralswagbracket

Edit: MIKEY GOT IN

This is gonna be pinned till the whole thing over

Edit 2: IF MIKEY AT LEAST WINS AGAINST YOU KNOW WHO THAT BEAT OUR AUTISTIC TURTLE I WILL PUT MY DRAWING OF MIKEY ON MY SIDEBLOG @cray-who-nah-im-just-crazy-a-wip

[cup-and-chaucer]

Romantic Comedy and the Curse of Booktok

I just finished Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfield and my Lord in Heaven do I have feels about it.

And not butterflies at how cute it was.

This was not It for me in so many ways and, in fact, it’s flaws were so great and so significant to me that I do feel compelled to write it all out in a *insert drum roll* numbered list.

Summary: Heroine Sally works at a fictionalized version of SNL and is frustrated by the fact that all these uggo sloppy men hook up with hot beautiful women. She, an uggo sloppy woman, then ends up hooking up with a hot beautiful rock star Noah Brewster during the COVID-19 pandemic.

1. The Pacing and Information Dumping

The pacing of this book was…bizarre to say the least. The book was divided into three sections. The first describes the week that Sally and Noah meet. The second is an 80 page exchange of emails between the two as they reconnect online during COVID. The third describes their meeting and romance. All of these were slow in their own way.

The first section was laden with details about the production of a weekly episode of SNL. I found this pretty interesting actually because I am a fan of the show and show biz insider baseball always fascinates me. But as the book went on, this section felt increasingly waterlogged. We never meet many of the characters again and we never return to the SNL set. It does feel like it exists solely to prove that Sittenfield read Tina Fey’s Bossypants. This section, of course, is also…like. Not that funny. It’s just not. Physical comedy is incredibly hard to transcribe to the page effectively and so the descriptions of many of the sketches fell flat for me and also the banter was not anything more sparkling than you would find in any other romance book.

The second section was also incredibly mundane. I have developed deep and emotionally intimate connections online and I think this is not an unusual experience to have nowadays. And I am sure if someone read back the transcripts of email and text conversations with those people…they would also not be that interested (though they’d be more interesting Im sure than this). You would need our context to make those conversations sing and to understand why some mundane things meant everything. This correspondence felt dull but it was partially because, without watching how Sally felt when she got a notification, without hearing how Noah wrote and rewrote and rephrased his messages, it was hard to gauge how impactful the exchanges were.

The third section was fine. And again, I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone quickly but their whole relationship felt really rushed. Even here, conversations were weighted down by unnecessary exchanges about what to have for dinner, etc that didn’t move the scene’s actions or emotional arcs forward.

2. Where’s the Conflict?

So. I get that we all want to communicate openly and honestly with our friends and partners. On the page, it’s deeply boring though. This is why Noah Brewster sucks as a hero—he is literally perfect. He’s rich, handsome, emotionally aware, kind, considerate. He apologizes right away and sets appropriate boundaries.

All the potential juice in a conflict is side-stepped from the real ramifications of fame to beauty standards to COVID to wealth disparity. Even Chekov's wig is revealed to be Noah getting some hair transplants that are explained away in a single cuddle session. All is resolved through a series of petty fights and pat reassurances.

*yawns*

The problems in their relationship originate with Sally. She is drunkenly snarky to him at a party and that leads them to not speak for two years, she gets irrationally upset at Noah for dropping her hand in front of the paparazzi, she moves into a hotel the moment they discuss their future and come into conflict. These aren't bad plot points but fighting Noah is like fighting a piece of wet cardboard because he is always reasonable and always level-headed and almost always right.

I thought about this book when rewatching Joe Wright’s adaptation of Pride and Prejudice this weekend. What I love so much about that book and both movies, what makes that one of the greatest romantic comedies of all time, is the fact that both Elizabeth and Darcy grow and change and their relationship is the catalyst of it. This is shown in different ways in each adaption. The 2005 version does a masterful job of showing different perspectives to create a classic misunderstanding and crossing of social wires while the 1995 focuses on Elizabeth and Darcy as truly and deeply flawed. Both work for me in different ways. What I love Colin Firth’s portrayal especially is that he genuinely is an asshole…he’s a good person but not a particularly nice or sensitive one. His attitude is the result of snobbery and classism, not a lack of street smarts (like McFayden’s Darcy who is mostly shy and awkward rather than suave as Colin Firth is when he handles the Wickham situation).

Romantic Comedy hints at wanting to be a social commentary but it ultimately fails because it doesn’t allow its characters to be impacted and warped by the society that they live in the way that Austen and Firth allow Darcy to be unlikable because of his social standing.

3. Beauty and Desirability

Soooooo....like. Sally isn't really unattractive. Sally's narration is focused on other people's appearances...Noah is hot, Henrietta and Viv are attractive, Annabelle is beautiful. She is not. The whole premise of the book is that Sally is not a model. But Sally doesn't actually defy any conventional beauty standards except to be...not the perfect specimen of 21st century beauty. She isn't described as being fat. She isn't described as being visibly disabled. She isn't described as hairy (except when she is shaving everything off). She isn't described as being particularly masc. She is white and so there's no examination of colorism or Western beauty standards. She's just...a normal looking white woman. And like, trust me, as a normal looking white woman who is pretty traditionally femme, of course I have insecurities too, and a lot of Sally's commentary was very relatable to my experiences in dating, in sexuality, in my relationship to other women I perceive to be more attractive than me. But that doesn't make the book particularly interesting or transgressive, especially because the beautiful women in the book don't have much of a personality or depth (looking at you, Ariana Grande caricature.)

I read Olivia Dade's Shipwrecked series last year. And these are pretty silly romances tbh, but what I love about them is that the women in them are fat, yes, but their fatness is part of their attractiveness. Dade manages to do this in a way that doesn't feel fetishizing or patronizing. The women are described as being beautiful because they simply are and the men who desire them simply desire them, not just because they have a great personality which *makes* them beautiful, but because what people find beautiful and attractive is diverse. Those books also deal directly with the challenges of being in a "mixed weight" relationship and it drives some of the conflict, particularly in the first book...eating habits, exercise, media representation, etc. In contrast, it doesn't seem like Sally either grows into her desirability or that Noah ever really expresses clearly that she is beautiful to him. He talks about how great their connection is and how much he wants to fuck her...but if my memory serves there's not a lot of *specific* talk about what she looks like, what *specifically* about her physical appearance she finds so repulsive and he finds so hot, if he likes what she wears. This isn't a beauty and the beast retelling where someone looks beyond someone's appearance to see the inner person. This isn't Cyrano de Bergerac where there is something that Sally feels is fundamentally unlovable about her...except sort of a general global malaise about her desirabilty. Sittenfield can't decide what to do with the premise of her own book except to do a pale version of "not like other girls" where Sally becomes the funniest, smartest person Noah has ever met even if, in his own words, he never would have gone after her if he had just seen her picture.

4. Show and Tell and the Self-Consciousness of Politically Correct Writing

All of my issues listed above could pretty much explained by the fact that Sittenfield chooses to tell, not show, nearly all of the story. We are told by Noah that Sally is desirable and he is in love with her....but we don't see much of their interactions beyond just...fucking. We aren't allowed the space to interpret actions and feelings, especially after the first section of the book ends. Even the emails are a cop-out. As a result, the book becomes very literal.

One of the best things my writing partner has ever said is that "Sex should be about everything but sex, and everything that's not sex should be about sex." But in this book? Everything is exactly as it appears and so the underpinning of their interactions lacks chemistry. As Noah says, he's not looking to seduce her. Which is very nice of him. But very unsexy. When they finally do have sex, I struggled to care. It didn't feel like a crescendo of boiling tensions, it didn't feel like anything except the next logical step when you date someone. It is a romance but without eroticism and sensuality. God, it's even set during a pandemic where touching and masking is essential. My God.

This can be expanded into my biggest criticism of the book which was the handling of the political references and diverse cast. The characters clunkily engage with the political ramifications of COVID and the Black Lives Matter movement. The characters tell us that they go to protests (we don't see it), Noah tells us that he thinks about intersectional feminism (is that likely in a teen heartthrob...see Mr Darcy commentary above), they talk about racism (though there are two Black characters in the book who do...nothing). We are told that they are good people with the correct political opinions so we like them. They reach the quota of having one (1) queer friend and one (1) PoC friend. We don't see them do the hard work of being good, we see them do the gymnastics of being palatable to the other one. It doesn't change the fact that this story presents an extremely traditional view of relationships: the heroine marries a wealthy white man and her two friends are mothers in monogamous relationships by the end. It makes every mention of every political event and opinion feel deeply disingenuous and the book as a whole feel so self-consciously written that it was hard to fully immerse yourself in it. I felt the author everywhere, pressing in from all sides, unable to allow her characters flesh and blood and conflicts deeper than a single conversation.

Argh.

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Rescue Me (4)

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Wordcount: 7.1K Warning: smut. semi-public sex. language. ptsd. angst. fluff. Summary: There's a reason... A/N: holy fuck this beat the shit out of me. i hope you like it. im unsure, but i really tried.

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The piece of fruit bursts between his teeth - spurting sweet juice on his tongue. He chews it thoughtfully - memorizing the soft tissue that explodes from the hard rind.

“It’s good, right?” You wiggle in his lap - your legs splayed out around his waist. Your knees squeeze the place beneath his ribs and his cock pulses at the feeling.

“Very good,” he admits - slurping down more juice.

He’s never eaten with someone - at least not since he was a foundling. But your bed has become a safe haven with its heavy curtains and not a scratch of light. After the second round of sex, you’d skipped off to the kitchen for food and water.

He’d been hesitant - still so uncertain in his naked skin - his bare form that he had so freely given to you beneath the slip of darkness. You could wrench the curtains back and look if you wanted and maybe a very base part of him did want that.

See me. I’d allow it. I want you to know my face as I have come to know yours.

But you don’t. You’re far too respectful and instead, you come back to the bed - stumbling with your arms full of treats and jars of water and juice. You tell him to cover his face so you can climb inside this small island - this precious place - where he could be a normal man with his girl.

He sucks the fruit tissue from the rind - coating his tongue.

He leans forward - able to find you in the inky black. He captures your mouth in a kiss that’s slick with sweet nectar - the sour bite at the end of it. His fingers find your cunt - soft and bruised from their lovemaking. He touches you gently - nudging through your folds as you gasp against his parted lips.

“Again?” you whimper - your sticky fingers digging into his shoulder blades - your other hand combing through his tangled curls to draw him closer.

“If you’d like?” he murmurs - feeling exactly how puffy and wet you are - still raw with his spend that is drying along the seam of your inner thigh. He pauses - keeping his brow pinned to yours like an anchor. “Have I been too rough with you?”

Laughter - subdued and throaty - drips from you and he finds himself returning to your mouth to swallow it - to take it with him and let it rocket down his own throat. It is unfamiliar to him - as unfamiliar as feeling heat bloom like this at the center of his chest.

“Not rough,” you reassure him as your teeth knock against his - as their kiss trips into something sloppy and frantic. He’s tugging at your hair - grabbing at your face and hips and bending you backward as you line his cock up with your entrance - still stretched and leaking him and you and all of it beginning to burn at the back of his brain - as dawn and birds slink and flutter outside the drape of curtains.

“Make me feel you,” you plead as he presses inside inch by careful inch - as your tired body takes him one more time. “Make me feel you for weeks, Din.”

He does.

***

Din's fists clench at his sides as he stands there like a complete idiot.

You’re beautiful - different than before. Grown into your face and yet when you really look at him - when you acknowledge him - your expression is so painfully young. The sweet girl who had stared up at him and begged him to stay.

“Mando?” you repeat - incredulous.

And as quickly as that innocent expression appears - your face shutters - smoothing back to something weary and adrift. You wrap your arms around your waist - holding yourself in - a gesture so familiar it nearly brings a rush of emotion to the channel of his throat.

Cara - blessedly - breaks the silence. “I take it you two know each other?”

You startle - your eyes wrenching towards her as she worriedly stares back at you. “We - we did. A long time ago.”

Din clears his throat and when he speaks his voice cracks as if dusty with disuse. “We did.”

He is quite frankly incapable of actual words - of statements or full sentences. The child is clawing at his vambrace and he cannot take his gaze off you - he cannot turn away because he believes that if he does, you will disappear. You will go to dust and particles and he will once again be left with brutal guilt at having abandoned you to a doomed planet.

You’re chewing your lip, brow wrinkling as you digest him - study him - until finally you square your shoulders and stand a little taller.

“Would you - would you like to talk?” Your eyes fly to the baby, mouth twitching upward as the kid gurgles at you.

“Yeah,” he exhales on a heartbeat - his blood now pumping sluggish as he tries to get his head on straight. “Please.”

***

There is a distance between them. Not a physical one. No, you are right next to him - the heat from your arm is palpable even in his armor.

Still - there is a distance.

Long pauses in conversation. A girl now ten years older and weathered on the inside. They go back to the Crest and something clutches his lungs when your eyes widen - when you graze your hand across the hull and go pleasant with memory.

“This old thing survived, huh?”

“It’ll probably outlast us all.”

You watch the kid barrel roll at Din’s feet. “Who’s this little guy?”

“A bounty,” he murmurs and your features crumple in confusion. “Well - he was a bounty. If he’s a he. I’m not so sure.”

“Still the rescuing kind then?”

He’s grateful for his modulator - grateful that you won’t hear the hitch in his voice. “It was only you - only you and then the kid.” He tilts his helmet to peer down at his feet - desperate to look anywhere but your naked face. “I can’t say I became all that noble after - after I left -”

After I left you. After I left you bare in your bed and still full of him. Even though you begged and pleaded and cried.

The air is thick with humidity and the dirt crumples beneath his boots. There’s so much green - wild emerald and shades of moss and juniper. The taste of sun on rain-blanched leaves.

He has so much to say. He had thought about this - allowed himself to when he was alone in his bunk or piloting his ship and there was nothing but endless black space. The galaxy without a horizon but still speckled in stars. The light and gas leading him somewhere.

What if she came back? What if you found her? What if she survived?

He’d chastise himself the next day for even thinking it - for hoping - because hope seemed very much out of his wheelhouse.

Just like being gentle had not been one of his strengths.

But he had been gentle with you. He had learned to - he had tried.

He stares at you as the kid crawls over the muddy embankment by a small stream - as he splashes in the cool water and reaches for a flying insect.

He has so much to say and all of it really just revolves around the fact that he still loves you and that he’s sorry and that despite all the years between them - it has never changed for him.

He struggles before he settles on: “How - how did you escape?”

Your lips quirk as you peer down at your hands. They had remained graceful, but were now edged in lines and toughened callouses. You’re pulling at your fingers - fiddling with them in your lap. “I wanted to travel,” you finally tell him. “Wanted to get out. I was itching for it after you left and my - “ your voice breaks slightly - just a crack - but Din notices all the same. “-my father took pity on me - let me go on a little pleasure trip to a neighboring planet. I think - I think he felt so terrible about the kidnapping and he wanted me to be happy - he figured I needed to at least experience some things outside of my home.”

“How long - how many days did you miss it by?”

The it being the end - being the decimation of a whole fucking world.

“Two.”

Din exhales - his chest strangely tight - as if the narrow space with which you escaped death had knocked him backward. It had been seconds and inches - it had been close.

“I’m sorry,” He touches your wrist - his thumb nudging along the vein. “I’m sorry about your father.”

You shrug. “It’s been a very long time. I’ve made my peace with it.”

He’s about to ask more - figure out where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing. His mind is whirling - around and around in an exorable pump of memory and imagination and where were you where are you going why are you here and can i touch you can i taste you can i can i can i

He wants to know everything. He steps toward you and before he can open his mouth, he senses that they aren’t alone. The space is broken by the hum of a repulsorlift. He moves in front of you - pushing you behind him. A familiar gesture that comes to him like second-nature.

He’s pulling his blaster and just as the trees part, you move beside him. Your own blaster in hand, your brow cocked with that familiar burn of a fight coursing beneath your skin.

You learned how to shoot,” he observes - surprised.

You give him a sideways glance - your expression almost disturbed. “We were at war, Mando. We had to.”

“Right,” he replies - feeling very stupid

***

The soup is light - briny from krill and pond weed. He’s about to take another sip when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He startles - nearly dropping the bowl.

“Sorry,” you exclaim. “Fuck - sorry! I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s fine.” He fixes his helmet - lowering it back down - the smell of you more pronounced beneath the edge of it. Jasmine. Night-blooming petals. The crisp swell of mountain air. How strange that you emulate Alderaan even now. As if your home planet had never left you at all - merely chased you - clung to your skin and held tight.

“Cara said you’re both going out to map the grounds.”

He nods. “We need to know what we’re up against.”

You smile - white teeth gleaming as the afternoon light filters through the hut’s window. “This is all so weird, don’t you think?”

Of course, it is. He’d run into a ghost. The only woman he’d ever loved - well and truly loved - had risen from the dead and was staring at him now.

Instead, he plays dumb. “How so?”

You gesture to him. “You and me. Both of us suddenly together and ready to take on some raiders.” You pause before dropping onto the thin cot. When you glance up at him, your eyes are shining - slightly sad. “I don’t know - I just - I feel like I haven’t had a minute to digest the fact that - that you’re here.” You shake your head, lips parting as you exhale a whoosh of hot air. “I never forgot you. I was going to look - I did try a few times. Asked around. But the galaxy is big and then the war and - and so many people depended on me.”

Din is speechless. He feels at a loss. He feels as if he’s still picturing you as the bright, young thing who’d dragged him through Takodana or attached your fingers to his hand to show him the texture of your books.

“I’m sorry,” he offers. “I’m sorry I didn’t look for you.”

You shrug - leaning back on your elbows with your knees spread. You’re in a pair of tight pants that do very little to hide the shape of you. He swallows thickly - trying to temper the desire to fuck you right on that cot.

“You thought I was dead, Din,” You tap a boot against the floor - picking at the fabric of the blanket. “I didn’t expect -”

“It hurt me, you know,” he interrupts - he’s leaning against the wall of the hut. He needs an anchor - his tongue too fast for his thoughts. He wants to rip himself free of this - tell you the things he wished he had said. “It - when I heard about Alderaan - I fucking lost it. I had every intention of going back for you...” He trails off - a laugh dry and flat rises from his throat. “I had collected all of these tiny gifts - stupid things to give you.” Your expression twists into something sorrowful and you sit up. He finds that he cannot stop.

“I was sad for a very long time,” he continues. “I saw you everywhere or - well I thought I did. I dreamt of you - would wake up so certain that I could feel you beside me.” He shakes his head - almost disbelieving the fact that he is spilling these secrets to you. It is unlike him to expose his emotions - to really be emotional over anything. The modulator hides the ache in his voice, but each word arrives with such purpose that it’s obvious he means every single one. “I killed every Imp I could - hoping that it would avenge you in some indirect way. Make up for the fact that I didn’t come back to you soon enough.”

You stand abruptly and then you’re moving towards him, your fingers in his cape - your face upturned and visibly shocked. “Din,” you whisper. “I-”

“You ready - oh shit -” Cara steps into the doorway - her mouth gaping. “I can come back later.”

You blink - your chest rising and falling rapidly before you seem to come back to yourself. You disentangle from his armor - your features sliding back into indifference. “It’s fine. You two should go. I’m going to go see if Omera needs help.”

You shoot Din one final glance over your shoulder before you’re gone. The perfume of you clinging to the air and making him tremble.

***

“So you two were like...together?” Cara asks as they make their way through the thick trees.

“Briefly.”

Din doesn’t want to talk about this. He wants to know what you were going to say before they were so rudely interrupted. He could feel it. It was as if no time had passed at all and all the rest - the scars of the last ten years - had drifted some place else that could not reach them.

“Well, she’s never looked at anyone the way I just saw her looking at you so it must have been something.”

Din stops before turning to her. “Really?”

Cara shrugs. “Yeah.”

He needs to know more.

“What did she do?” he implores as they continue to move through the dense forest. “After Alderaan.”

“Helped run the rebellion. She worked with Leia Organa during the war trying to save the vestiges of our home planet. Find survivors. Take out the Empire one small fight at a time.”

Din’s chest warms at the thought - almost pride. So you had ended up using your skilled tongue, after all. You had used your wit and education to save who you could. He had seen it the last few days. He saw it in the way you spoke to the villagers - those eyes unblinking as you offered them comfort and encouragement.

You had been so kind - so genuine and soft - and that still existed beneath your skin. It was still in the folds of your heart, but you were also etched in tragedy - in pain - and that kidnapping had unfortunately been only the beginning of a long line of traumas. You used it though. You had apparently fought with everything in you.

“I always figured she’d be a good leader,” Din mutters. “Way too smart for her own good.”

Cara chuckles. “She gets what she wants.”

Din remembers. You’d been so sweet until you’d pulled him aside and craved answers about the time he’d gone to the brothel. Fire in your blood as you reached out for him right before he had taken you back to your home.

“Then – then we should,” you pleaded. Your eyes were glassy with tears and it felt like a shot to the gut. “Please…I want to…,” Your hand trailed down his stomach before grasping him firmly between his legs. “I want you to give me this.”

Din bites the inside of his cheek at the memory, his cock beginning to harden. Too much of you - too much of your smell and taste and like instinct - his body responds.

“She certainly does,” he agrees.

He wonders if you still do - if you still want.

He’d give it to you.

***

It doesn’t surprise him that you barely flinch when he tells you about the AT-ST. Cara is adamant about leaving and you refuse, siding with the villagers.

“Since when do we run from the Empire?” you snap. “We can figure this out. We can teach them how to defend themselves.” You turn to Din, your face bright and meaningful. “I learned, didn't I?”

It’s as if you know he can’t refuse you. It’s as if all the rest doesn’t matter. Perhaps you had been so close to death that you were no longer frightened by anything. Perhaps it was your own thirst for revenge - the idea of an entire village being forced out of their home hitting too close for comfort for you.

“Yes,” he answers. “Yeah - you did learn.”

You grin at him.

***

The village center is heavy with heat - still smelling of pepper and cinnamon. They’d all been fed well in preparation for tomorrow. Meat and bread and fish and you flitting between each villager - making sure they had enough.

You sit next to Din on the narrow wooden porch of his hut. You kick your feet out childishly - nervously - an attempt to cut into the bloated tension between them.

You hadn’t been alone with him - not since Cara had pulled him away.

“I did miss you,” you finally admit. “Being alone all the time on those ships - running from planet to planet. At one point, I realized that you were probably the only person alive who knew me before the rebellion. All of my friends - my family - were dead.” You frown. “Sorry, that was incredibly morbid.”

He touches your hand lightly, his gloved fingers tracing the skin. He wants you bare - wants you for real, but there are things to do. “I missed you, too.”

“I think you left me empty,” You curl your knuckles around him. “No one - no one else really came close to you.”

Shit. Well if they were baring their souls.

“Did you ever?” He trails off and you fix him with an amused glance.

“Did I ever fuck anyone else?”

It comes out so blunt and hard that he almost winces, regretting such an intrusive question. Still - he doesn’t like that memory painted in such crude relief.

“I wouldn’t call what we did fucking.”

Your expression is thoughtful. “No, I suppose it wasn’t.” You smile. “It was wonderful.”

“It was.”

There’s a beat of silence as he watches you - his helmet probably unforgivably blank. You avert your gaze back to your lap.

“But to answer your question - of course,” You smooth the creases in your pants. “There were others. Faces. Bodies. It’s all a blur…I don’t know...sometimes I just needed the release.”

He nods. It pinches a nerve - to think of you with someone else. It’s foolish and undeserved but it’s his immediate response. It’s not like he remained chaste. Far from it. He chased you - the image of you - for years and years - fucking into some girl and screwing his eyes shut and breathing your name like some misplaced prayer.

Come back. Come back to me.

You release his hand, standing up and brushing the dirt off your thighs. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

“Of course.”

***

He can’t sleep, which is nothing new. He barely sleeps at all - a few hours caught between moments where he’s either flying or hunting. His mind won’t shut up - it simply spirals from memory to memory and all of them of you.

“It’s so much, Din,” you sob into his mouth - another climax - your slick pussy clamping down and around him. “It’s - it’s so much.”

“I know,” he replies with another snap of his hips. “I know, pretty. Just hold onto me. I’ve got you.”

The child is thankfully tucked away with Winta. He could touch himself - maybe take the edge off - it would only be a min -

“Din?”

He jerks - struggling upright as he looks toward the door. You’re standing there - a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“What is it? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You step forward before you shake your head. “Fuck - this was dumb. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you.”

He scrunches his eyes - trying to decipher your form in the moonlight. You don’t leave. You stay rooted in place.

“C’mere.” He reaches for you and you go to him and it’s like nothing has changed - it’s like they are colliding on a hyperspace pathway - zooming towards a destination neither of them knows, but they go to it all the same.

They belong to it.

The air itself swells with the natural din of insects - moths and fireflies and other humming things in the corners of the village. The night is a perfect blue-black - the stillness of the sky like obsidian and the silver-coin of the moon so right as it dances through the window and drips across your skin.

It is only feelings. It is only this and when you climb onto his bed, he moves aside. He lets you press yourself against the hard hull of his armor. He lets you stroke your fingertips over his helmet - right where his lips rest beneath.

“Can I feel you?” you whisper. “It can just be your hands. Please.”

He tosses his gloves immediately - rips them free and then his bare palms are cupping your cheeks - squeezing your face as he sits up to watch your eyes spark and flame beneath those sooty lashes. You’re so warm - hot as the brunt of summer and he recalls in startling clarity what it was like to be inside you - to dip his tongue into your mouth and kiss you breathless.

You collapse against him - resting flush to his side - your head on his chest-plate. You thread your fingers through his before lifting them up to brush your lips over them.

He combs his other hand through your hair - very aware of every moving part. Your leg over his thigh - your breasts crushed beneath his armpit. You don’t move further though - you don’t ask for anything else and he is giving you the reins in this situation.

It’s all very innocent.

“I think there’s a reason,” you murmur as you snuggle closer.

“A reason?”

“A reason we’re here...together...,” you trail off and Din realizes that you’ve fallen asleep.

***

The battle itself goes about as well as he’d hoped. He’s not proud to say that he kept half an eye on you, unable to remove himself from his old ways - the protective part of him that demanded he keeps you safe. You shoot well - steadily moving through the village as you both shout orders and barely miss a mark.

As the last of the Klatooinian raiders are being dealt with, Din sees you stumble.

You flinch, turning around swiftly and wrapping your hand around your waist and no...no...fuck no...he’s running toward you - his armor heavy as he sweats and grunts and practically leaps over dead bodies and overturned carts. He skids in the mud - gripping your shoulders - his spit in his lungs and his breath coming out in short, stunted wheezes.

“What the fuck?” you cry out - startled.

“Are you - are you okay?” he gasps as his chest squeezes the blunt pound of his heart. Violent and loud and his ears are ringing, but he had just seen your death - watched it play out in vibrant color and after last night - with you safe in his bed and tucked against his chest - and there’s a reason - there’s a reason - yes there was -

He flat out could not lose you. It would end him.

“Din,” you comfort him under your breath - gripping his shoulder to steady him. “It was just a graze. It was nothing.”

He glances down and notices the tear in your shirt - a stain of red. He growls, yanking the fabric up to see better. It’s certainly a graze - beaded with blood, but not bad enough to warrant stitches.

When he catches your eye, there’s an amused expression on your face. “I’m fine.” You touch his helmet - gently tipping it upward as you loom closer. When you speak, your voice is edged in purpose. It’s strong. “I’m fine, Mando. I’m safe.”

You could read him, then. You could sense his fear and understand all of it - the great anxiety that trembled through his gut - he had said as much this morning when you had left him in bed - i cannot lose you - i know i have no right to say it - it’s been years since - since we were together - but i really can’t lose you again.

You hadn’t scoffed - hadn’t snorted with incredulity. “That goes both ways, Din."

It was still dark - the dawn hours off and there were things to do - messes to clean.

He didn’t care. The kid was safe and Cara could lead.

That had frightened him - the second of doubt - the second where he thought you had been well and truly injured. He had no interest in wasting more time and the last few days had felt like a fever-dream. They were moving fast - steadily soaring through that hyper-space pathway as it flung them to some far-reaching destination. It felt as if he was mated to you - as if you were a piece of him and perhaps you were - perhaps when he had longed to carve you out all those years ago - the reverse had occurred.

You had carved him.

“I need to show you something,” he declares before he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the deep of the forest.

***

He drops his helmet and stands there. Your mouth parts - your eyes widening as you realize exactly what he’s done.

“I couldn’t - I couldn’t - fuck - I’m bad at this,” he stammers as he tries to explain his reasons. He barely has any control over his features and he doubts he looks very romantic. “After I left you - before Alderaan was even destroyed - I regretted not showing you my face. I knew - I knew that I loved you and it would have been the one thing I could have given you as a promise. I needed you to know that I wasn’t going to run away - that I wasn’t going to fuck you and just abandon you and when - when I thought you were dead - I thought you died believing that I’d never come back for you.”

You go quiet - your lip pulled white between your teeth. The moon is bright and full - spilling pearl across your face while the shadows frame the rest. The soft light only highlights your beauty - the glossy eyes and the lovely nose and kind mouth. You are still so young to him - not even thirty.

He stands there - shifting his weight. The air tickling his skin and ruffling his hair and he really should have cut it before choosing to just show you what he’d kept hidden for years. He wants to curse himself for acting recklessly - for giving you this when you hadn’t even asked and what did it matter? What if you didn’t love him? What if you had come to him last night for comfort and nostalgia and -

You still had whispered maybe there’s a reason -

“What is it?” He’s so self-conscious - so unsure. “I know I’m - I’m old - “

“Stop,” you breathe as you lunge for him. Your hands rough on his cheeks - fingers fanning out to engulf the entirety of his face. “You’re...you’re so handsome...I used to imagine what you looked like...I would try and recall your features - how they felt beneath my fingertips when you made love to me.” Your breath hitches in your throat, your lashes now wet and clumped together like black thickets. He drags his knuckles beneath your eyes, catching the tears that have begun to fall. “I dreamt of you...always...all the time. I saw you so vividly - felt you deep - like you had branded me...and when...when the years began to pass - I lost you - you - the image in my head - turned to all shadows...everything blurred...and it broke my fucking heart.”

Din blinks - his chest tight - straining beneath the hard thrum of his heart. He murmurs your name - velvet-quiet - like the word had fallen into a crushed box of silk.

You press your brow to his and he thinks you’re going to kiss him - weld your lips to his own, but you don’t. You keep speaking - a hum - a long-loose confession: “I didn’t - didn’t believe in a higher power after Alderaan - after all that happened. But sometimes...in the dark... when I was alone...I believed that there had been some plan...some destiny...that there was a reason you came to me when you did and showed me what it was like to live out in the world - the galaxy - and that had been enough to save me...to push me to find my own adventure.`` You lean back - your eyes searching his as your voice grows scratchy. “I left that day - before the planet was destroyed - because I wanted to find you.”

He inhales sharply. His breath snagging behind his tongue. He is stunned - stunned as violently as he was when he had first laid eyes upon you and realized you were so very far from a child and also beautiful. The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His hands find their way into your hair - curling around the base of your precious skull. He had thought you turned to dust and torn flesh - he had thought he had lost the only person he had ever truly loved and that he deserved it because he had never had anything of his own. It wasn’t - it simply wasn’t the way.

He had truly believed that he had marked you when he had slept with you and left. He had thought he had dipped you in his bad luck and that the Universe decided to remove the one good thing he had taken for himself.

Now - now - it had all changed.

“You rescued me,” you declare as you hold his gaze - as you brighten like a burst star in the cup of his palms. “You rescued me, Din.”

He kisses you and it doesn’t feel like a new kiss. It feels like the first - it feels as if he has pulled away for only a moment and then pressed forward - continuing the one they had ended years ago. You return it with equal fervor - devouring the wet slide of his tongue - yanking at his jaw to drag him down to you. He wants you - his hands tearing at your pants and reaching for your waist and burning burning burning as you gasp with each flick and shove of his touch.

You certainly can kiss now. It is so different from before - so damn different - carved in experience and desire and knowledge.

It’s not like before - it’s not as gentle but just as sweet - because it is painstakingly painted in a timeless love - a love that had crossed the damn galaxy as sentimental as it sounded. There is yearning and panicked desperation as if each stumble of fingers on buttons or hair caught around knuckles could mean the end - could mean the spell had broken.

He buries you beneath him - possessively wrapping his body around yours. You meet him - sucking his lower lip as his hands part your thighs and he rubs the bulge of his cock against your cunt. Your voice shatters as you call to him - as you beg him.

Please. Please. Please. I need you. I need you. It’s been so long.

His armor is half off and your pants are gone. He rubs his cheek against yours - his teeth at your ear. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. I’ve got you. I’ll make it good.”

He presses a kiss to your temple - soothing you as you tug at his curls. He skates his hand down your belly - your muscles flexing and spasming as you tremble against him. He grins when he nudges his finger beneath the thin band of your underwear - slipping it through the mess of your sex.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts - desperation beginning to notch its way through his lungs and throat. He had wanted this for ages and now he had it beneath him. You squirm - pulling your knees up and wedging them against his ribs. He curls one finger inside you and you gasp - lips parting over his mouth as you exhale against his teeth.

He pushes it deep before dragging it back - stroking your soft, slick walls as they convulse around him. He adds another - pushing them both together and inside - tracing them up against the patch of flesh behind your clit. He keeps them there - a steady, diligent pulse as he scissors his fingers. He turns his hand so he can rub the heel against the apex of your cunt. It’s hard - throbbing - ready - and when he grazes it, you buck beneath him.

“Oh - shit,” you whimper. “Just like that - just - just like that.”

“Does it feel good?” he teases sweetly. “Is this what you want?”

You nod - holding his gaze - your expression dazed and your lids heavy. He drops his head to kiss you - nips at your mouth and tongue as you begin to shake - as liquid pushes against his fingers and you climax around his knuckles.

You reach for him - grasping his cock where it’s pressed against your thigh. You stroke him once - twice - urging him forward and he notches the head against your puffy nub - sliding the curve of his length through your dripping slit. He bears his weight above you - observing your face - watching your brow furrow when he begins to bury himself - breaching your entrance and slowly stretching you open. Your lashes flutter - your jaw tensing as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “You’re tight.”

You tilt your pelvis up - spreading your thighs wider as you tug him closer to you. “More,” you plead. “I need more of you. I want - want to feel you.”

He sinks to the hilt in one careful stroke. You moan - your pussy throbbing and swelling around him - making room for him as it slicks his length. It invites him further - to the end of you - and he draws his hips back before snapping forward and lurching you up the dirt.

He fucks you for real. Fucks you like he had always meant to. Hard and fast and rough as he carries his weight over you. He hitches your thighs over his waist - his cock squelching with each harsh plunge - swallowing your curses when he surges forward to take your mouth - to taste your voice and cries and desperate breath. Your chest is rising and falling with the effort - your skin damp with sweat and he cannot get enough of it.

You tremble all around him - shiver like a snapped wire - your eyes wide and luminous beneath the cool dark. It’s feral - it’s base. He’s fucking you here on the ground - in the mud - far and away from the village.

It’s so very different from the first time - from the luxuries of your bedroom - the old books and curtains and candlelight - the marble and silk.

It feels the same though. He fills you with this cock, continues to watch your expression - your gaze that stays put - that won’t drift away from him. You’re not afraid of the pleasure - the climb of an orgasm and yet and yet....

He wonders how strong you had to be. He wonders how lonely it was to lead a faction of people who had lost everything. You had been so young and there still had been a fire burning inside you - still aggression and fearlessness and a taste for something beyond the borders of your home.

“Was there anyone to take care of you?” he whispers as he thrusts - as the lips of your sex part over him - as his fingers dance and pinch over your clit. Tears spring to your eyes and he steals them - licking them away as he croons to you. “I’m here now. I’m here. I’m not leaving you again. Let me take care of you.”

“Din,” you cry into his mouth - mindlessly moving your lips over the skin of his throat - flicking your tongue against the vein beneath his jaw. You hide your face from him - probably flustered at your emotions - at the tears and the flash of vulnerability you had shown him. You sink your teeth into his shoulder and he groans - rumbling with it - tensing as he shifts between your legs. The ground is cold and wet and scattered with moss and lichen - the smell of stagnant water and the hum of insects.

It’s like Takodana though. It’s like that place where they had seemingly drifted beyond friendship and into something far more intense. It’s almost full circle - almost - aside from the years of senseless tragedy and longing.

A thought occurs to him.

He stills - suddenly - and it’s like he’s slapped you because you stop, too. Your head falls back against the ground and your eyes narrow - anxious and worried and curious all at once.

He strokes your cheek - combing your hair off your brow. You look stupidly pretty - twilight casting shadows over the circle of your face. There are leaves in your hair and your lips swell from too much kissing, but you are undeniably gorgeous.

“What is it?” you urge - wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist.

“After this...,” he says with another rough rut of his hips. “After this - would you - do you - “

“Yes,” you finish for him and he laughs - for real - like he’s never laughed before or at least since he’d last seen you. He mindlessly presses his mouth to yours before peppering kisses along your jaw and cheek and nose. He rumbles with laughter before he returns to fucking you. The glide of his length through your slippery heat - and fuck - he’d have it no other way - he’d have you like this on the icy damp ground - fresh from battle - the both of them bruised and battered and it’s all too much.

Your cunt is unforgiving - sweet as ever as it milks him - as you swallow him - as each stroke lewdly echoes through the trees. He groans - his body locking up - his thumb tracing your clit and pushing down as your head tips back and you go boneless - your lower muscles bearing down upon him and contracting and bursting wet like the bloom of a white-hot nova. It’s more than sex - it’s more than just furious passion and forces of will and destinies intermingling in the dark.

You reach for his face - caressing his skin as he turns his cheek to kiss the pads of your fingers.

“I love you,” you tell him - saying it back. It rushes through him - the pleasure and the knowledge of it and his hips bunch up against your pelvis - your knees knotting around his waist and then he cums - his cock spitting inside you - releasing all of him and those years of grief and guilt. His muscles strain and shake and he drops his head to sigh into the open cup of your mouth.

He tries to move - tries to ease himself out, but you snatch at him, collecting him to your heaving chest - shuddering from the aftershocks of your own climax. “Stay with me,” you beg. “Stay with me.”

He does.

***

The weeks blend together. Peaceful. Warm. Din has never been happier in his life. He thinks maybe he could settle - maybe maybe maybe - but when he looks at you he knows it’s impossible.

There are things to do. The hidden remnants of the empire to ruin. You won’t stop until you do your part and Din realizes that you are very much like him in that regard. It’ll never be enough - you’ll never put your hands up and retire from the fray of it. Fighting and rebellion now burning red-hot through your veins.

He’s grateful that you’re willing to run with him - that you’re willing to fight at his side and stay and live even if it’s dangerous and even if there are better places for you to be.

He thinks of leaving the child - allowing him a better chance. A sweeter, safer life.

“You can’t,” you tell him plainly. “It’ll break his heart.”

He scoffs. “It’s better here. He’d be protected.”

You press yourself to him - your eyes tracking his gaze. You touch the side of his helmet and he touches you back, thumb sweeping your lower lip where he had laid claim to it hours earlier in the raw color of the morning. “You thought I’d be safer without you,” you remind him, your teeth nudging the tip of his finger. “There’s no such thing as a safe place in this galaxy. He belongs with you.”

Din shudders at the thought - at the sharpness of that mistake and where it had led you. You seem to realize that your words have hurt him and you rise on your toes - wrapping your arms around his neck as you glue your cheek to his helmet. “Everything that was supposed to happen happened, my love.”

His arms encircle your waist - holding you against him possessively.

“There’s a reason for all of it,” you continue as the smell of you seeps beneath his helmet. The floral punch of Alderaan - the scent of before and between and now. He grips you tighter, as everything drifts through his senses at once. You brush your mouth over the patch of his naked neck, twisting your fingers into his cape. You offer him your solace - your reassurance that he will most likely need for the rest of his life. You tell him again - shattering those misguided thoughts - those dark beliefs that had haunted him for years. The simple statement in his ear - trawling over his pulse - burning with light and relief: “You rescued me, Din.”

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Sprout that last fic was amazing! 10/10 blushing like a school girl as I read it. Im not sure if requests are open right now so no worry if they are not but just wondering if I could maybe ask for something almost along the same lines (them trying to work as you please them) but plot twist just as they think its safe and do finish someone walks in and catches them. (Im a meanie and like to see guys flustered and embarrassed) but Diluc Zhongli and Xiao please

aforementioned fic

Flustered men,,, that's my life blood, and Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao? The most stoic of them all??? SIGN ME U P

Not to mention I did write that one Xiao imagine where you're doing the do outdoors-

Caught in the Act

Summary: To be fair, neither of you noticed because you were too busy... Featuring: Diluc, Xiao, and Zhongli

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) character x reader, caught in the act, (Xiao) outdoor sex, clothed sex (Zhongli) blowjob

Fun Fact: the location for Xiao’s is a real in-game place that's easily accessible and also poorly hidden. How indecent of you, Xiao—

Diluc

The two of you have created a sort of schedule when it comes to intimacy. With the limited free time you both have, you make the most of it.

Luckily, today was one of the days where you were both at the winery with enough downtime for more than just a quick moment of privacy.

In the peace of his bedroom, you’re entangled in soft silken sheets, a leg hooked up over Diluc’s hip while he supports himself above you on his forearms.

The back of his hand brushes along your cheek, tracing your jaw before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. Already, you’ve shed your clothing, careful to keep his unwrinkled for work later. Chest pressing to yours, he takes you, moving slow. When you mumble for him to go faster, he chuckles.

“It’s alright. We have more time today.”

You try your best to quell your desires for the man above you, but the fire in your belly aches. He gently chides you but obliges.

His thrusts grow harder, each thrust making you shift up the bed. Deep and slow, he leans over you to meet lips. Each press is flooded with unspoken words.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment when every touch sets your body aflame and the way that such a gentleman can be so gentle but utterlyimpassioned. The way his body cages you in, filling your senses with everything that he is.

“Darling—” His lips drag against yours when he speaks, an arm wrapping under you to lift your hips just a tad.

Ghosting his touch over your hip and thigh, he reaches between you to help bring you to completion, keeping the steady rhythm he’d begun to make sure you can ride out the pleasure as long as possible.

Relishing in the way you moan his name and grip his arms, he starts a quicker pace enough to make you see stars chasing his own orgasm. Beneath him, you throw your head back and cry out in a soft plea.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, loud enough that normally you’d be able to hear accompanied by a voice.

“Master Diluc, there’s someone here to see you.”

The door opens and the unfortunate maid gasps when she sees the intimate embrace, making you jump and Diluc tug the covers over you both with a swiftness you’d otherwise be impressed about.

Xiao

He works so, so very hard day in and out with battling the monsters and demons that plague the land. Similarly, your days are filled with commissions and battling for the materials you need to make your team and weapons stronger. It only makes sense that you meet him in the middle.

This time, however, you were fortunate enough to be able to convince him to help out with a treasure hoarder problem. It was a bit more difficult than usual, but nothing that the two of you paired with Xinyan and Zhongli couldn’t handle.

The area for the commission, though, was a tricky one, including two separate locations that needed to be cleared out. Zhongli is more than happy to accompany the young Rockstar to the secondary location while you and Xiao handle the other. Really, it should just be a quick thing this way.

Like you thought, it takes only a few flashes of anemo with your help before the treasure hoarders are chased out, but with the heat, you’re left sweating and tired.

“Do we have enough time to freshen up?”

The crystalline waters nearby are a godsend, cool and refreshing and—you turn to Xiao to see the way his shirt sticks to his muscles and how droplets of water stream down his arms.

So now, somewhere between Lingjiu Pass and Mt. Tiangheng, you’re hidden in a rocky alcove behind a waterfall, bodies flush together as he thrusts into you feverishly. You’ve both hastily pulled down trousers and shucked off unnecessary items adorning your outfits, left partly clothed.

The feeling of him so desperate to feel you is maddening.

Your bodies mingle, still tired and sweaty from the fighting, but you can hardly bother to care. Shifting, he hoists you up to wrap your legs around his waist and angles you to reach deeper. He hits the spot that makes you see stars and you cry out his name as you unravel.

Xiao’s pace grows sloppy with the way you squeeze around him, patience leaving with the way he’s getting close. His forehead presses against your neck when he shakily moans your name, thrusting up once more before releasing.

Breathing hard, he meets your lips for a kiss—

“I understand the appeal of partaking in activities that relieve stress, however…”

It’s unmistakable, the voice that speaks up.

Immediately, Xiao’s eyes snap open and his face explodes in color, nearly dropping you in his surprise. You’re glad that your bodies are mostly covered by the large rock you’re behind, but you doubt that Xiao would be very willing to accompany you and your team on a commission anytime soon.

Zhongli

It’s not strange to want privacy in your own home.

While Zhongli is busy with his job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he has ample time in the mornings and late afternoon to indulge in you. Those long hours are spent in each other’s arms, drawing every gasp and every moan from lips that seldom part.

“Zhongli, I want to make you feel good this time.”

Who was he to deny?

When your lips press to the base of his shaft, he lets out a groan. It’s deep, rumbling in his chest, and you squeeze your thighs together to help relieve a bit of the pressure. Another kiss is placed on his hip and you laugh at the way his cock twitches.

“Are you feeling impatient?”

His cheeks color, slight in afternoon light. “Perhaps.”

So you take him into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the length of him as you descend. He’s lost in the way the hot wetness of your mouth envelops him, watching you take what you can. You moan around him and his hips twitch with the vibration.

Every lick and suck has him clutching at the couch, willing his hips to stay still so that you may take your time with your ministrations. He wants to know how it feels to be entirely at your mercy, and you gladly take that in stride.

His eyes widen when you push yourself further down, your eyes squeezing as you focus on relaxing your throat and he nearly chokes in the way your lips finally meet his pelvis. He wants to tell you it’s alright, you don’t have to push yourself—but the way that you look up at him with slightly watery eyes sends a need through him.

One of his hands finds its way into your hair, keeping you pressed down against him longer. Once the feeling of you swallowing around him is bearable, he helps you draw back off, an apology on his tongue until you sink back and take him once more.

Surrendering to the feeling, Zhongli breathes your name, eyes closing as you suck at his tip. It’s a shock, coming undone just as the door to his home slams open, revealing a mop of messy red hair and bright blue eyes that settle on the sight of you kneeling between the geo Archon’s spread legs.

“Xiangsheng!”

At least the harbinger has the tact to raise a gloved hand to cover his eyes as he backs out of the doorway and closes the door with the other.

“My apologies—I’ll return later.”