#let this be a lesson for you all. block people who even slightly get on your nerves. BLOCK THEM!!!! BLOCK THEM ALL

[medichamcham]

i love blocking people over trivial and petty shit i love blocking people who are even slightly annoying on my posts i love not giving people a second chance and blocking them immediately without a care in the world <3 <3 <3 10/10 would totally recommend

[justaaveragereader]

Pay Attention

Pairing: Yunho x Reader + Mingi

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Spit Roasting, Choking, Cuckholding, Mingi Watches Reader Get Fucked, Spit, Raw Sex (Wrap It Upppp People!), Slapping, Name Calling (Pretty Girl, Cute Thing), Deep Throating, Yunhos Dirty Talk/Praise Almost Sounds Like It’s Degrading, Praise, Manhandling, Rough Sex, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀!

A/N: I swear the brain rot I have bc of that photo of Yunho and Mingi should be criminal! Can you imagine being on both the giving and receiving end of them lmaoooIWantThemBadlylmaoooo. Good news, I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing, I haven’t felt much motivation bc I’ve had so much shit going on but slowlyyyy it’s coming back to me, and things are starting to slow down in my life which means more time for writing! Tbh sometimes it’s easier to do quick little fics like this, but I LOVE writing a good 5k+ fic😔! I got some WIPs in store and I can’t wait to share them! So onto the fic we go!

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Roughly grabbing his collar Yunho pulls Mingi closer. Halting his hips that are pushed flush against the plump flesh that is your ass. A loud whimper leaves your mouth that is currently filled with Yunhos cock. The vibration around his member makes Yunho hunch forward a bit more, cock sliding further down your already stuffed throat.

“You aren’t thrusting hard enough.” Yunho grits out, fist full of Mingis collar. His black leather jacket long gone on the floor, his turtleneck is practically glued to his skin from the sweat due to the hot small room they are in. Yunhos warm breath fans out across Mingis face, reddened cheeks, black slacks around his muscular thighs. His head cocks back letting out a loud whine. Gripping harder, Yunho jerks Mingi back slightly making his head roll forward.

Mouth pooling with saliva that drops and hits the couch cushions underneath your body, skirt hiked up past your hips, panties sticking out of Yunhos pocket. Your nose brushing against his soft skin, inhaling his scent, and drinking the precum that slides down your throat as you wait for him to finish instructing Mingi.

“You gotta fuck her hard, good girls like her don’t get satisfaction unless you drill it into their skulls.” He says while letting go of Mingis collar slightly shoving him back. Hand traveling down the side of your face, swiping a firm thumb against your bottom lip that has a thick string of saliva spilling from it. The same thumb that lowers and clutches your aching chin. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, dark eyes soaking in your form. From this angle he looked like a God, shirt off but he kept his black jacket on, black hair tousled from how long they had been at this.

“Isn’t that right baby?” He says through a whisper, his lips twitch at the end of his sentence. He swore this was supposed to be a lesson for you, yet this felt like a lesson for you both. His hand comes up to grab your head, his large hand engulfing the top of it, before slamming you down even further on his length. Saliva hitting his toned bare thighs, the sudden movements has you choking slightly, cunt clenching on Mingis pulsing cock. With a stutter of his hips, he grips your hips, letting out a loud whine.

“I c-can’t Yun-Yunho.” Mingi whines out, tears filling his water line. His toes clenching, eyes squeezing shut trying his best not to explode into your warm, wet cunt. Trying not to bust was a job all in itself. Hunching himself over your body, cock digging even further down your throat, choking on inch after inch. You try your best to breathe through your nose, the soft hair on his groin begins to comfort your nose, inhaling his scent with each second that goes by.

“Go sit down.” Yunho says, voice thick with demand. His eyes cut at Mingi who is hell bent on trying his best not to disappoint the man in front of him, his best friend. Pulling out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch he lets out a breath of relief, his reddened cock bobbing at the cool air hitting it. Plopping himself down across from you and Yunho, his long limbs hang tiredly all over the chair. Pulling out of your mouth, he steps back, making his back to your backside. With each wet cough you hack, your eyes water with the feeling of fresh air filling your lungs.

“Eyes on us.” Yunho says, shifting your body slightly, hands running over your soft skin, thumb tracing the deep curve of your back. His eyes darted up to Mingi, whose pants are still wrapped around his thighs, cock practically begging for relief. Those soft traces Yunho was giving you are now dead, his hands roughly grab your skin, grabbing handfuls of whatever he can grab before tapping his cock against your wet entrance. Cunt practically screaming for relief, with one smooth slide he enters your pussy, the difference in his girth knocks the wind out of you, your head falling face first into the cushions til you feel a hand wrap around your throat, tugging you up, backside firm against his chest. Your eyes immediately fill with tears, the new position change has you seeing stars. As long as you’ve been with Mingi, never have you felt a feeling like this in your lower belly. His hand that is gripping on your throat helps hold your head up. Right in your line of vision is Mingi, who looks just as helpless as you. Drawing his hips back, the tip of his cock barely at the entrance of your cunt, he slams up into you, your body lurching forward.

His cock leaves a bulge in your lower belly with each strike up of his hips, your mouth falls open, no noises leave your throat. You can't help but shut your eyes, soaking in the pleasure Yunho is giving you, Mingi is a soft lover, you are normally the one giving pleasure, not that he doesn’t return the favor but Yunho he's a hard lover, a firm one. The drastic difference between the two was like a splash of water on your face. You don’t expect it yet when it was over the cool feeling was refreshing.

“Look at him.” Yunho says, voice layered with many emotions. Dominance is the one that outweighs each one. The slight growl that hangs on the edge of each word he makes sure to punctuate as he’s deep in your cunt. Your juices soak him, his thighs, the fabric of his pants hugging his skin. You are enjoying the way he’s manhandling you, the way Mingi helplessly watches you get rag dolled around by his best friend. His eyes grow darker with each gasp you let out, head firmly against his chest as he’s slamming into you, the wet sopping noise in the small room leaves very little to the imagination as to what is going on inside. His hand tightens on your throat as you begin to babble out his name in tiny, desperate whimpers. Your hand coming up to clutch his own. You need anything to anchor you as you begin to feel that heat boiling in your lower stomach. With each deep slam of his hips, your body hiking up against his moist chest, he smiles at Mingi who is gawking at the sight in front of him.

“This is how you fuck a pretty girl, Mingi. Got a cute one and don’t even know how to fuck her correctly.” He says through a smile, eating up the sight in front of him. Your fucked out face, Mingis wide eyes and twitching cock, the wet sound of slapping skin. This was his personal heaven. The hand that was wrapped around your throat moves up to squish your cheeks, body flushed with heat, drool dripping from your swollen lips.

“Go on baby, tell Mingi this is how you wanna be fucked.” Yunho whispers loudly in your ear. A loud whine leaves your throat, eyes fluttering with the way his voice dances in your ear. Cunt clenching onto his member that’s pistoning in and out of you. With a obnoxiously loud gulp you attempt to tell Mingi just how you wanna be fucked.

“I-I wanna b-be fu-fuc-.” His hand tightens on your face, your cheeks squishing tighter together cutting your sentence short. Lips puckering together, with a stream of drool dripping down onto your chest.

“Fuck..” Mingi whispers out, clearly turned on by seeing his girl be rag dolled around by a man who wasn’t him.

“She’s a cute thing.” Yunho says through a chuckle, slowing down his thrusting to go slow and deep. The feeling of his cock bullying its way into your lower belly has you almost doubling over in the sudden feeling. Your body is attempting to hunch forward if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah, where do you think you're going?” Yunho whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it before nipping at the lobe. Pausing his thrusts he moves you to the side, so Mingi had a side view of just how he’s fucking you. Chest flushed against the soft cushions, your sweaty face pushed against the soft fabric. With a firm hand Yunho places his hand between your shoulder blades keeping you firmly in place.

“Does she run from your cock to Mingi? Or are you being extra special for me today baby?” he questions through a whisper, hand getting more firm by the second. You can feel his cock pulsing in your walls, you are just mere steps away from an orgasm.

“When you got a pretty thing like her.” Yunho says while grabbing your right ass cheek firmly, spreading them apart to spit on your stuffed pussy. That action alone has you so close to coming undone on him. With a loud whimper Mingis eyes glue to where Yunho’s cock meets your cunt, pussy just dripping with arousal.

“You have to remind her of her place.” Yunho says while firmly planting his foot on the couch, with one foot remaining on the floor.

“Because if you don’t, how will pretty girls like her ever be rewarded?” Yunho says in a low tone, a tone you’ve never heard, as his grip never wavers from your shoulder blades you make eye contact with Mingi whose cock is twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Eyes on me Mingi. I’m about to teach you how to fuck your girlfriend.”

DO NOT REPOST.

[zriasstuff]

Mercy—Draco Malfoy x reader smut

Warnings: 18+ oneshot (1.7k words), barely any plot; just porn, sub!draco

To the person that requested a Draco Malfoy fanfic like 10 days ago: here it finally is

Draco inhales sharply through his teeth as you go over his bleeding wound with a cotton ball. You had told him a thousand times already to not get into a fight again, yet he just wouldn’t listen and did so nonetheless.

“C'mon they deserved it, you understand right?”, he tried to justify his actions, to which you shook your head in disapproval.

“You can’t just go around acting like a dick and then expect people to clean up after you all the time”, you lecture him, hoping he’ll see his wrongdoings.

“Well for now I got you, don’t I?”, he smugly retorts, hissing along the way as the cotton ball touches his wound again. What a prick he could be sometimes.

“For now”, you warn him sternly. Draco was well aware he’d have to play nice with you, his close friend who genuinely helped him when he needed it.

You, of course, didn't want to enable Draco, but he did show his gratitude in pleasant ways. Ways such as treating you to stuff in Hogsmeade, helping you with homework, sweet talking you to professors, and so on.

Today's wound landed on his lower torso, something he’d gotten from a guy on the Gryffindor quidditch team, whom he insulted as mudblood. Being a pure blood yourself, you were aware of your guys' hate towards muggles, but you didn’t condone it.

Seeing his pained facial expression, pulling all types of grimaces, you say “I know it hurts, but that will only help you to learn your lesson.”

“And what lesson is that? That I have to show less mercy next time?”, Draco stupidly grins when failing to acknowledge his fault.

“Sure, tough guy”, you roll your eyes at him.

Now, he was almost all fixed up and you just had to put a large, squared band aid over his cleaned wound.

As you lean in towards his lower torso, you hear a huffed grunt coming from Draco, who is looking a bit thrown.

“What is it, did I hurt you?”, you ask him.

Draco wasn’t hurt. More so, he was rather feeling something completely opposite.

Innerly, he started replaying the moment in his head of when your tits made the lightest contact with his dick. They had brushed over his groin, when you were leaning in to put the band aid on the wound.

Of course you hadn’t noticed, but he certainly couldn’t forget. His mind was going through all sorts of dirty, nasty, mental images. That one little touch caused all restraint to fly out the window, and all he could think of was how you would look naked, tits uncovered, bouncing in front of him.

How would fuck your tits and afterwards paint them with his cum. The position you were in also allowed you to give him a perfect blowjob. Draco was sitting on a chair and you knelt in front of him because it was the easiest way for you to treat him.

Surely, you wouldn’t have imagined that this position would cause his poor mind to fantasize to such naughty extent.

It became all too much in his head, such a reaction from so little touch. Was he really that horny and desperate? Draco tried to block it out, to not make this weird.

But seeing you like this, having felt you in such a way, simply made you too irresistible.

Draco didn’t even know what got into him, but he bent down promptly, grabbed your ponytail and told you exactly what he wanted- no craved right now.

“Please suck me off right now”, he suddenly muttered in your ear, giving you the most troubled look you’ve ever seen.

“What the fu- what the hell is wrong with you?!”, you exclaim at his words. You couldn’t fully believe what you just heard.

Draco pulls back again, letting go of your ponytail in the process. He seemed slightly ashamed, but you could tell he wouldn’t let go of this easily. Hell, if he played his cards right…

He himself couldn’t even fully grasp why he wanted this so badly all of a sudden. His mind was definitely fucking with him. But with all the stress he was under- being involved with the Death Eaters, and having no way of venting- all he needed was you right now.

“Please, just do it?”, he appeared defeated. You’d never seen him so frantic before.

“Look, I really need this, I need you. You’ll help me with anything, right?”

Needing to come up with a response, you go over all the possibilities in your head. You arrive at a well thought out conclusion seconds later.

“You’ll explain yourself later”, you firstly demand from him. You saw that Draco was completely out of his element, but that’s not why you agreed. Doing this for him would have him at your mercy, maybe you would enjoy holding this over his head later on. Win win, right?

“Ready?”, you coo at him before your hand makes contact with the growing bulge in his pants. Draco winces a little, letting out a relieved moan.

From all the pent up frustration, he desperately needed this. While you stroke around his bulge, he already starts jerking his growing length against your palm. That’s when you give his cock a warning squeeze.

“This isn’t up to you”, you talk down to him. Innerly you loved every second of this. Draco going from harsh and brassy to obedient.

Abruptly, he stops moving, so you carry on with palming his cock until it’s visibly hard through his pants. Here and there a little wince escapes his mouth, wanting immediate pleasure instead of tedious teasing.

After enough playing around, you start to unzip his pants with your mouth. You make sure to glance at him while doing it, just to see how crazy it drives him. His stunned reaction was so worth it.

Every second he relished and wished you would just take him in already. When you remove the last layer of clothing, you’re shocked to see how much bigger he is than you’d ever encountered. From your eyes widening and your mouth gaping slightly, he could tell his size turned you on.

His cock was incredibly hard and leaking drops of precum already from all the teasing, practically aching to be sucked and toyed with.

Your tongue licks a long stripe along his shaft first, which evokes a small whimper from Draco. Instantly he shuts himself up, wanting to control himself, but you want to hear more of those delicious sounds.

So, you keep peppering his cock with kitten licks, especially at his leaking tip. No longer able to hold himself back, Draco fully lets himself go and lets out a breathy whimper.

“Please stop with the teasing already”, he whines after having already endured that much.

Luckily you are feeling generous, so you slide him into your mouth, his big cock disappearing inch by inch. When it glided fully in, it hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

Draco had to forcefully keep his hands on his thighs, otherwise he’d destroy your throat right now. His cock felt so good in your warm, wet mouth. He was amused, seeing you gag from his length.

Not wanting to back out, you ignore your gag reflex. You keep your tongue flat, and start bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Instantly, you feel the saliva running down from the corners of your mouth.

It was messy and sloppy, and the whimpers coming from Draco were heavenly. While trying your hardest to not gag, you continued sucking and twirling your tongue around him like a lollipop. Of course you made sure that his balls didn’t feel left out either. With one free hand you gently massaged them, rolling them in your hand.

Soon enough the stimulation had gotten to Draco. The way you glanced up at him, doe eyed, salivating on cock, awakened some strange feelings in him.

A few more seconds of pure ecstasy, and he started violently bucking his hips, signaling his oncoming orgasm.

More uncontrollable whimpers and curses left his mouth. Finally, you tipped him over the edge when you let his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

His ropes of cum quickly dripped down your throat- shame that you could barely taste it as he was in so deep.

“That was fucking amazing”, he sighs at you, completely out of breath.

With his cock still hanging out, even though it’s soft, you have a fun idea. You spit in your mouth, and as Draco watches, he has no idea what you’re up to.

His eyes widen, when he sees your hand move towards his cock again.

He curses loudly, when you start to pump his shaft. It was absolutely too much for him, especially after he just came.

“Tell me, did you come?”, you ask Draco in a teasing tone. He didn’t answer as he was too focused on the mix of pleasure and pain that was being inflicted on his poor, overused cock.

Completely ignoring the question, you ask it again, yet when there was no answer this time you start pumping him even faster than before. “FUCK”, Draco yelps out, as he clings onto his chair with both hands.

“Earlier when you came in my mouth, did you ask for permission?”. Of course he didn’t, that’s why you asked.

“No”, he whines, looking dazzled. “Stop fucking with me”, he groans, but secretly he enjoyed being messed around with. Maybe that’s what he needed, someone assertive, yet caring.

The agonizing pain was becoming too overpowering second by second.

“Ok, please let me off, I’ll be good next time”, he continues whining in his needy tone.

“Who said there’ll be a next time”, you coo, “and don’t lie, you’re enjoying this”. You continue torturing his cock until he finally can’t take it anymore, twitching uncontrollably in your hand.

As you keep roughly squeezing and pumping his cock, Draco painfully comes a second time. He throws his head back before looking at you again, meanwhile you seductively licked his cum on your hand. In the end, Draco managed to huff out a hoarse “thank you”.

After this blissful experience, Draco would be making sure, that there would in fact be a next time.

[trulyyours-rune]

YOU’RE LITERALLY FEEDING US MALE READERS 😔

i was wondering if you could make a sub bill x dom male reader 😭 bills just been a little tease to the reader and the reader is getting annoyed and he knows how to teach him a lesson?

i’m obsessed with submissive bill..🫢

I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING Y'ALL. I just had a massive writing block and all. But boy didn't you guys fill my inbox 🤭

(Also thank you for specifying when sub or Dom I always stress abt it 💀)

Warnings: Male reader, smut, I suck at writing smut, public sex, mirror sex, pet names, language, read what you're comfortable with.

Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

Hell. Absolute hell.

It was 3 in the goddamn morning, and you felt gross. You haven't showered and you're still in your pajamas. (Bonus points for comfy clothes) The plane left at 5 in the morning for it being a 8 hour flight.

You and the band didn't want to deal with paparazzi and big crowds at the moment. You were even surprised the airport was even open. The place was silent and it seemed that you guys we're the only ones here besides staff.

You all sat down in that waiting area, in the uncomfortable supposed to be so called "cushioned" seats, it only felt like concrete. Felt like someone kicked you in the ass, twice.

Bill was in the seat next to you, but he was leaning over and his arms draped over you. He was exhausted, obviously not a morning person. His hair wasn't really styled and more flat, he also wore your hoodie to remain warm. (Fuck it, he always has to be wearing either something you got him, or he just stole naturally.)

Your arm was wrapped around him, he was nearly half asleep but he couldn't bring himself too. He needed something to wake him up. He knew how to.

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3:28 A.M.

Georg was nearly asleep, his head nodding as his eyes open on and off. Tom with his head tossed back and eyes closed. There was Gustav, who seemed awake since 1873 and somehow sane.

"Y/n, schatz?" "Hm?" You hummed in response, Bill's voice was tired and soft. "Can we please go to the bathroom?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from his face now in your neck.

"Not now, love." You sighed out, it was 3:30 after all. Bill got upset, hugging himself tighter to you. It wasn't long until he started to roam his hands on your body.

His hand trailed to your thigh, rubbing it gently. He knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing, and to your surprise. It was working.

_______

That was probably how you two ended up in the bathroom, what other honest excuse was there?

Bill held muffled moans against your mouth, both having a tired messy make out session. It was way lazier than when you guys were either actually awake or drunk.

It was around 4, so people would start to spill into the airport, so you both needed to be fast. Move prep for another day, cause surely ain't gonna happen. You pressed Bill against the counter, and turned him over. His crotch against the counter, begging for attention.

You kissed his neck from behind, Bill's hands on the counter to keep him up. You tugged at Bill's pants, sliding them down with ease. His pants pooled at his ankles, and he let out a soft groan.

You kissed at his neck again, and slightly put pressure onto Bill's back, making the upper half of him lay against the counter.

You pulled down his boxers, they also fell down his legs. You bent back a bit, to see if anyone was coming. No one was, so you slid down your pants along with your boxers as well.

You tapped his inner thigh, and he spread his legs a bit. You wasted no time, and entered him slowly.

(I'm disappointed in myself, and I'm sure God is too.)

His fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms as he bit his lip to hold back the flow of moans.

You rocked your hips back and forth, slowly but the pace got quicker with each second. He put his hands over his mouth, elbows balancing him up and his back arched. He could see himself in the mirror, and you behind him.

Bill felt adrenaline rush through his body, and he nearly rolled his eyes back. Your pace got more sloppier, and your grip on his waist grew a bit tighter, but tight enough to leave marks.

You both were close, so close. Just a little more and...

"Mmmf!"

Bill moaned into his hands.

_______

You both got cleaned up, which was fairly quick. You both didn't feel as tired, but more of adrenaline.

You both walked out, hand in hand. You both had your hair a bit messed up.

You sat down and Gustav looked at you two, he known what you guys done, but he's not gonna question.

You and Bill had better sex before, you even had the scratch marks on your back from last night to prove it.

_______

Hiiii, I'm sorry I've been gone for long 😭 and I'm sorry the end was really short, but I'm so tired that every paragraph had 10 grammar errors.

But enough of me whining, get good sleep unlike me <3

[eras-mus]

You're Just Oblivious!

Idia Shroud x Male Reader

A boy who has the privilege that no one else has, the ability to go into the dorm of his house perfect, Idia. Even though Ortho is the only one who has taken notice of this it wouldn't be hard for anyone else to tell that the two third years were dating, no matter how hard Idia wanted to hide it.

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Y/n L/n, the most extroverted person in the Ignihyde dorm. Now don't get me wrong, he is still introverted but he can withstand a little socializing with people he's comfortable with. Unlike his boyfriend, Idia, who couldn't even stomach to talk to people in person, well Y/n and Ortho being the only exception. Idia wasn't very keen on pda, by that I mean he doesn't even like holding hands in public. It wasn't like he was embarrassed about dating the h/c-nette, quite the opposite, in fact he was very proud about even getting a boyfriend, let alone it being Y/n, one of the few people that he actually felt comfortable around. It was more about the fact that he didn't want to get any attention from the most cheerful students at school (his tier-list) Cater, Rook, and Kalim who always seem to be trying to get him to hangout with them.

"Morning my love" The sleepy h/c boy said as he rubbed his eyes.

The bluenette just hummed in response, not ready to leave bed.

"Love I need to get off of me so I can go to my room and get dressed"

Idia, once again didn't respond and instead just tightened his grip on the other males neck.

"Idia I have to get up"

"Five more minutes" he whined.

"That's what you said ten minutes ago dumbass"

"Fine" The taller/shorter male said, rolling off his boyfriend.

-Short Time skip to first period-

The yellow-eyed boy shuffled into a loud class that made him wish he stayed in bed. He shuffled to his seat beside Y/n who was having a conversation with Trey. Idia tried to block out all the noise and focus on how after school he was going to get to go back to his dorm and play video games with Y/n. The gloomy Hades look-a-like was jerked out of thought when he felt a hand on his knee, he just ignored it and rested his head on the uncomfortable table.

Soon Y/n remove the hand from his knee as the lesson started and began writing notes, mentally preparing for his hand to be cramping like shit in the next few minutes. Idia lifted his head from the desk and began taking notes trying not to think about how this is one of his few classes he had to take in person and not on his tablet.

As usual, most students were already ready to go to sleep and they were only done with the first class. The Savannaclaw students were practically falling asleep standing up from their morning practice that was followed by a dull class and a couple Heartslabyul students who's neck was decorated by a rather large collar looked ready to pass out.

Y/n slightly chuckled to himself, even after overblotting it didn't seem like the younger red head had changed one bit.

The rest of the day went by slowly with little to nothing interesting happen, Idia had returned to his room after first period and continue school on his tablet. After classes Y/n went to put his stuff down in his room before knocking on Idias door.

"Hey love, I'm going to Sam's shop to get a drink, would you like to come?"

Idia mentally fought with himself about whether or not to go before finally responding with a quick "Yeah, sure" and walking out of his room.

The two boys walked side by side through the slightly chilled afternoon air. It was silent between the two but the world around them was still filled with chatter and laughter from the fellow students. It was calming, well for Idia it was tolerable, but even so the two aloud their fingers to lace together, enjoying each other's  presence.

The time in the shop was sort, Y/n bought some drinks and Idia looked to see if there was any new games or manga he hadn't already owned.

The way back started much like the way to the shop, the air was nice, the sun was setting, and the two boys were holding hands. That is until the horrible sound of a certain Scarabia house warden began making its way towards the two.

Y/n was greeted with a sudden hug from none other than Kalim, gaining a glare of green jealousy from Idia. Y/n had to take a couple steps back to support the weight of the white haired male.

After Kalim had released Y/n and greeted him with a cheerful smile the three were joined by Jalim and Cater.

"Kalim, you can't just run off like that" Scolded a stressed Jamil.

"But it's not every day you see Idia out with someone on a date" He quickly justified his actions making both Cater and Jamil share a confused expression.

"W-what!?" Idia spat out "A-a date???"

"Yeah this isn't a date-" Y/n joined the confusion. "Besides we've been together long enough that any dates we have don't leave the dorms"

This didn't help to the confusion and shock to the other three. Okay well maybe only Jamil was in shock because Cater had snapped a photo of the two and Kalim had began jumping around, excited about the 'new' couple. The two managed to slip away as Kalim went on about how Jamil need to make food so they could throw a party to celebrate the relationship between the two. Once they got back to the dorms Idia collapsed on the bed.

"Thank the seven that's over" he sighed.

"I don't think it entirely is just yet" Y/n said showing his phone to the blue haired male. Much to his disappointment Cater had posted a picture to his magi-cam of them.

[garciaasfluffypen]

kara’s first story

pairing: autistic!kara danvers and lena luthor word count: disclaimer: NOT ALL AUTISM IS THE SAME. THERE ARE DIFFERING LEVELS OF FUNCTIONALITY PER HUMAN. YOU MAY NOT LIKE MY WRITING BUT DON’T SHIT ON ME FOR HOW I PORTRAY THIS VERSION OF KARA. I’M GOING BASED OFF OF WHAT I KNOW AS SOMEONE WHO’S WORKED WITH HUMANS WITH AUTISM FOR 13 YEARS. 

“Clark! Clark! Clark!” Kara ran into her apartment, not even thinking about taking her shoes off at the moment. She’d deal with that later. “Clark!”

“Whoa, speedy, I’m here. What’s up?”

“Clark look! That’s Lena!”

“That is Lena.” Clark took the magazine from Kara, reading the front cover. “Wait, Kara… You got published?”

“That’s my story! Snapper put my story in the magazine!”

“Kara, this is amazing!”

“We haved to call Alex!”

“Have to, Kar. But yes, let’s call her!”

“Have to call Alex. Have to call.” Kara corrected herself. “We have to call Alex.”

“That we do. Do you want to invite Maggie over too?”

“And Lena!”

“I’ll call Lena and see if she’s free--”

“No. I want to.”

Clark’s eyebrows shot up. “You do?”

“I want to go see Lena.”

“Well, she’s probably busy…”

Kara took off her glasses and concentrated hard, trying to focus on the sound of Lena’s heartbeat. When she found it, she scrunched her face up as she listened for her voice. She heard Lena talking to Jess, about her story. Lena was talking about her!

“She’s not busy. She’s talking to Jess. I can go see her!”

“Kara, I think you’re forgetting something very important.”

Kara turned around, running back over to Clark. She grabbed the magazine from him and bought him in for a hug, digging her face into his shoulder slightly. She grabbed her keys from the table and ran out, smiling really big. Her very first story got published! That was unheard of. Especially with Snapper. The blonde couldn’t help but feel the urge to fly to Lena’s office, but she remembered that Lena didn’t know she was Supergirl, and she couldn’t do that yet. With a pout, she walked the five blocks to the big L-Corp building, letting the sun's energy fuel her for when she went to her sparring lessons with Alex later. She walked inside the building and gave the guard the badge Lena gave her for special access, and was lead over to a special hidden elevator. Lena said it would be just for the two of them, if they didn’t include Jess. Kara pressed the button and plugged her ears, waiting for the elevator to make it up to Lena’s floor.

“Lena! Lena! Lena!”

“Ah, just the person I was hoping to see today!” Lena stumbled back as Kara practically tackled her in a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette. “What news do you have for me today?”

“Lena I got punished!”

“Punished?”

“No. Wrong word Kara. Wrong word.” Kara’s face scrunched up into a pout as she dug her nails into her wrist, not noticing Lena’s concerned face. “Wrong word.”

“Hey.” Lena gently placed her hand onto Kara’s arm, using her other hand to tilt Kara’s head so she was looking at her. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be upset.”

“But I used the wrong word.I have to use the right word so people know what I’m talking about.”

“It’s okay. I use wrong words all the time.” Lena smiled lightly. “Now show me your news! I wanna hear all about the life of Kara Danvers since I last saw you.”

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“Kara, where have you been?” Alex rushed over to Kara, bringing her in for a hug. “You missed sparing today.”

“I was with Lena.”

“Lena, the one you wrote the story on?”

“You sawed my story too?”

“Saw. I saw your story, yes.” Alex smiled. “I got nervous.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you’re okay. You were excited.” Alex smiled. “And I loved your story. It was very well written. I love the words you used.”

“Really?”

“I do. I’m so proud of you, Kara. I told you that you could get published.”

Kara beamed. “Everyone is gonna read my story, Alex! They’re gonna love Lena!”

“I hope they will. For now, let’s get you back to Vasquez so we can work on your sparring, yeah?”

“Okay!”

After sparring was over, Kara took a shower and changed into her street clothes, and going home with Alex. The two of them went back to Kara’s apartment and walked inside, smiling when they saw Clark putting up a “CONGRATULATIONS” banner. Maggie walked around the corner with a tin full of cupcakes and placed them on the counter, opening her arms and waiting for Kara to give her a hug. Alex nudged her forward and Kara shuffled over and leant into Maggie. She wasn’t ready for full hugs yet, so all she did was lean into her body. It worked the same, because Maggie would always wrap her arms around Kara.

“Congrats, Little Danvers.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey Kara, I got you a present.”

“I got a present?”

“Close your eyes.”

Kara’s hands flew up to her face and she started humming, rocking her body back and forth. She waited there a few seconds and tried to listen really closely, but whatever Clark was grabbing was very quiet. She waited a few more seconds before feeling a tap on her shoulder, which she knew was a signal to open her eyes.

“Lena!”

The blonde went straight to Lena, smiling widely as she bought the brunette CEO in for a hug. She could vaguely hear Maggie make some sort of comment about how she never got hugs, and stuck her tongue out at the detective. Lena laughed and Kara's heart fluttered. She wasn't sure why, but Lena's laugh was one of her most absolute favorite sounds in the whole wide world. She could listen to Lena laugh for hours on end and not get tired of it. That was one thing she loved about Lena. That she could hang out with her and do normal people things. Lena didn't see her as just an autistic girl. No, Lena saw her for something more than what she was. Lena saw her for her true self, and it made Kara feel like a million bucks. Gone were the days of everyone faking being Kara's friend, and now she could hang out with her people and not have to worry about who she was. It was amazing. Lena was amazing. Everything was perfect.

For now.

[charmedreincarnation]

I've read of people who couldn't shift through lucid dreaming even after 250 attempts. it is natural for them to have lucid dreams, so over the years they have had many opportunities to try that method. however I also know that this is one of the easiest methods and one that most beginners (particularly) have success with.

so i wonder, what blocks some people? is it a problem that resides in their mentality? but even if they were, shouldn't they be free from limiting beliefs in a dream?

I thank you so much if you answer, I'm really curious to hear your opinion, because it's been a while since hearing such unfortunate experiences slightly demotivates me❣️✨️

I’m actually really glad you asked this because there is science behind this phenomenon and I also annoyingly have a lot of first hand experience with it.

But have you ever heard the phrase "it's easier to understand less than more"? It's a concept that might sound strange at first, but it's actually pretty common. It applies especially when we're learning something new. Let's look at an example of something we're all familiar with: swimming.

If you were to take a baby and place them in a pool, their natural reaction would be to paddle and kick their feet, performs the motions necessary to swim without any intervention. This is because they don't yet understand the full-range of swimming instructions that can be taught. The same is true for any new skill or activity. When we don't know much about something, it is easier to adopt it and make it our own than when we're consciously aware of its parts and components.

However, as we become consciously aware of its potential, it becomes harder to learn or use something. This can happen for a variety of reasons. One reason is that the more we know about something, the more potential pitfalls or difficulties we become aware of. This can cause us to become overwhelmed and overwhelmed can often lead to discouragement.

Another reason this phenomenon occurs is that our attention becomes focused on understanding rather than doing. As we learn more details, our focus tends to move away from actually taking action, which can make it even harder to actually put what we’ve learned into practice.

This happened to me with pretty much every hobby I was good at, and strengths I had before I came super aware of it. I also had this problem with lucid dreaming. As a child I had nightmares and sleep paralysis pretty much every night, to combat this I naturally learned to lucid dream and spent ages 7-12 lucid dreaming every single day very easily, before I knew what it was. I learned shifting and eventually learned that what I was doing was lucid dreaming and I can use that to shift. I was so happy but then I lost my ability to lucid dreaming, and it took me almost two years to relearn and that’s not even the method I shifted with yet I was the most familiar with it prior to shifting.

Anyways So how do we combat this? Well, it helps to keep our focus on taking action as much as possible, rather than getting caught up in understanding every detail. This can help us to feel less intimidated and more confident in taking action. It also helps to break activities down into small achievable tasks which help to create a sense of progress and achievement. Finally, it's helpful to look at each challenge as an opportunity to improve, rather than an obstacle we have to overcome.

The concept that it is easier to understand less than more can be an important lesson for any of us trying to learn something new. Understanding what can make it hard can also give us the tools we need to make it easier. So, the next time you're trying to learn something new, remember the concept of understanding less is often the easier path.

[otsassemble616]

Community traveler: My journey thus far...

Throughout my years of studying and being exposed to clinical experiences, there has been none like this community block. It has not only opened me up to my own flaws and vulnerabilities but also that of the systems within our country.

This block began without any expectations attached because I knew that this experience was going to be completely different and unique as compared to the rest. “we will be therapists who walk the community,” is what I heard. It sounded astounding, the amount of difference we could make. Driving into Cato Manor on our first day, we all did what we were told to do. We looked at the community and saw a child running on the road and immediately asked each other, “ why isn’t that child at school?” the most common example that was made in class.

https://ewn.co.za/2021/08/21/inside-sa-s-soaring-crime-statistics

It is hard to approach a community without any preconceived ideas. Even when you intend to not let those disturbing thoughts win, they linger and influence your actions and reactions. On our first day at Cato Manor, even prior to jumping off the bus we all hid our phones and brought no expensive equipment and accessories because we expected to get robbed if seen with them. Being overly safe and cautious already created a rift between the community members and the students, we stood out and were seen as authoritative figures who never fully trusted them, so how could they trust us?

Another threat to rapport with community members is the English- isiZulu language barrier. It seems pretty obvious that if two people do not speak the same language that they will not be able to form a therapeutic relationship with each other. It goes slightly deeper than that. During health promotion talks its noticed that there are certain medical terms which have no isiZulu translation. This makes it harder to explain the condition or term, or even if service users begin to understand, the complexity of it is hard to remember because it is not part of their everyday language. This often happens when we try to explain the definition of Occupational Therapy and the services we provide, to the public. This lack of insight then translates into our therapy sessions and creates an atmosphere of superiority, where clients are unable to see the benefits of the session, even when explained, because they are struggling to link it to their condition that is barely understood.

Within therapy sessions, Occupational Therapists try to create an atmosphere of mutual respect. Prior to sessions, it seemed to have worked to collaborate and  discuss the approach used within the therapy with the client, especially concerning the therapist who will try to bridge the gap with broken isiZulu and the client with basic English. This becomes disrupted as the client is not receiving comprehensive services. One suggested alternative to breaking the language barrier is google translate. However, the translations are not always contextually relevant and may create more confusion for the client. So, using an available, human translator seemed like the best choice.

Not prepared for what came next, I began my session in English and basic isiZulu, and it ended with the translator taking over because the client started speaking directly to them and filtered out my unnecessary noise. Understandably I felt disrespected and hurt. It was difficult but I recognized that I could not let my emotions drive my behaviour as I may cause additional psychological trauma or harm. Thereby inflicting maleficence or malpractice. She felt a connection with the translator because she felt heard and received individualized attention that catered to her strengths. Essentially, the takeaway message, is that we cannot control the behaviour and reactions of others, but we can control ourselves, our emotions and reactions to their behaviour in order to reach our intended goals.

Community does have its life lessons and beauty but wish someone had warned to carry, plenty of sanitizer and soap! Not to say that the community interactions made us feel dirty but because sometimes we really need to dig deep. Referring to digging literal holes, in a ground polluted with dirt and decomposing plant materials.

Time, we have everything but time. service users are in a hurry to get to their daily responsibilities, and we must work within that time frame to achieve our goals for therapy. This loss of time is due to long waiting hours in the cue to receive files before therapy, waiting in lines for therapy. all horrors of being short staffed and under resourced at a health care facility. There are so many people that require our assistance and not enough time and student therapists to see them all and address their needs affectively.

Throughout the block, I have really experienced a sense of guilt and helplessness when being unable to work through external stressors that are not in direct control of the patient. Due to the lack of time and having to pack so much of information into one treatment session as you may never know if you will  see the client again to deliver more information, I have felt ineffective as a practitioner. As some of these adaptations go against what we have learnt in varsity for the last 4 years. There is no time for repetition and practice with the client so their execution and carryover of information imparted is slim to none.

In a perfect world, we seek to get rid of the flaws that blemish our society. Whilst I am not saying to concede to the injustices we see before us but our best bet at leaving somewhere better than when we first saw it, is to help people function within it. There is lawlessness and corruption everywhere in the world, it is just more obvious in some places than others. But within those flaws and vulnerabilities, we discover strengths we never knew existed.

References:

Maphumulo, W. T., Bhengu, B.R., (2019). Challenges of quality improvement in the healthcare of South Africa post-apartheid: A critical review. Curationis, 42(1), a1901.

van den Berg-van Antwerpen, Vi. (2016). Still lost in translation: Language barriers in South African health care remain. South African Family Practice. 58, 1-3. doi: 10.1080/20786190.2016.1223795.

[mushroommanstan]

What driving with Shigaraki is like (as his s/o)

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You had to admit, when your boyfriend, Shigaraki, first told you he would come with you while you did some errands, this wasn’t what you had in mind.

The roof of your car dented slightly under his weight, and you can hear the metal creak and groan when he shifted. No matter how much you try to talk him out of it, try to get him to ride in the passenger seat like a normal person, he stays insistent that he rides on top.

You make sure to turn one of your side view mirrors up so you can keep an eye on him, occasionally checking to see if he’d fallen off or something. Every time you are met with the reflection of him leaning back on his hands, wind blowing through his hair as he looks on without a care in the world. Almost as if he’s completely oblivious to the amount of danger he’s in.

You also make sure to decelerate slowly in the fear of him flying off like a rocket. At certain points where you couldn’t you’d have to run red lights. You can swear you saw him posing for the red light cameras.

As if laughing in the face of caution, he ALSO wears Father while being chauffeured around. He figured he was the only one in Japan who did this anyways, so it was better for people to recognize him immediately than know his real face. Still, it makes you worried you two were going to get caught, but as luck were to have it everyone who saw him were so scared of getting attacked while in a moving vehicle that they let it slide.

The heroes too. After all, if they fought him on the highways it could cause traffic for miles. No way they’d be able to repair the bridges in time if they got dusted before people lost their jobs. They might as well just let him get to his destination.

It isn’t all bad though, you have to admit it’s pretty handy the way he’s able to get rid of traffic so quickly. He’d jump off from the hood, performing car parkour across the lanes and even throwing in some flips and twirls just for you. And he had to admit, there was no better sound than the screams of terror when he landed on peoples cars. Delicious.

When he finally made his way to the problem, no matter the cause of the vehicular blockage he made sure to make quick work of it. Hours of waiting saved for the little guys stuck in traffic as the car wreck blocking the path disappeared with a flick of his wrist. It gave people very mixed feelings about him, hating who he was but loving him for saving them from being trapped for hours.

That is of course until they see the dirty shoe prints he left on their car, but I digress.

Dear lord have mercy on their soul if someone dares to cut you off. Gone are the days where you merely raised your middle finger out the window. You now had ten enthusiastic fingers that love to help you get revenge. One sharp snap of your fingers and a point, and they are gone.

When you finally make it to your destination, he’s also the big sweetheart that would dust any cars taking up your preferred spot. Eventually people learn their lesson and said spot becomes an unspoken designated one for you if you’re frequent enough. Some call it the phantom spot, the Bermuda rectangle, and the black hole lot on account of people’s cars disappearing without a trace.

So all in all, while unusual, having him ride with you is mighty convenient, even if it means having to hammer out the dents he made with his beautiful ass.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

#Hebi100Special inukai and shogo (separately), Hate/Angry sex and Against a Wall. powerful ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Writer's corner: Hi!! Another NSFW! wow- you guys really enjoy the way I write them- I'm glad! Congrats dor being the 6th request I got! Unluckily you didn't get any surprise, sweetheart, but don't worry. If they will be appreciated, I promise I'll do even one for you!♥ Hope you'll enjoy what I've written for now :3 if not, let me know so I can improve myself! Enjoy~ I made it gn!, hope it's fine!

Warnings: NSFW (MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT, PLEASE) (also sorry if it could sound a little bit dirty to someone of you!!- :'D)

⋆𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖⋆ 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐨 (#𝐇𝐞𝐛𝐢𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥)

⋆Interesting...

⋆Very interesting!...

⋆Inukai could seem harmless...

⋆Oh well.. At first!

⋆We all know who Inukai is actually.

⋆When his dark side takes over, Inukai becomes totally another person.

⋆And I feel like it'd be his dark side to block s/o, smirking and staring at their eyes.

⋆It would be his dark side to provoke and sex s/o very hard.

⋆If they like it rough, then they will be soon satisfied~

⋆Especially if he came back home after an hard day at the prison.

⋆He'd be quite tired but also angry and pissed off.

⋆S/o would approach him, feeling that he's not fine at all and wanting to make him relax or simply comfort him.

⋆Inukai would try to move them away, because he knows that his dark side couldn't treat them well.

⋆"Please, s/o.. Don't... I don't know if he..."

⋆After a while, though, s/o would see Inukai changing completely, his eyes becoming red, his smirk and his voice deeper than before.

⋆That's when he would grab their arm and block them, roughly and suddenly, making them placing their cheek against the wall.

⋆S/o would gasp in surprise.

⋆"Babe..- it hurts-..", they would say because of the grab.

⋆"There's still time to get hurt, babe!", he would answer, wrapping his left hand around their body, fondling them and touching their butt.

⋆Without hesitating, Inukai would start kissing and biting s/o's neck, keeping whispering dirty things to their ear.

⋆"You're my slut, aren't you?~ Does it feel good?~ Now you'll learn a lesson!~"

⋆Soon Inukai would tear s/o's clothes and look at their body, licking his own lips with his dirty look.

⋆He'd lick and kiss his nipples, even playing with them with his thumbs.

⋆Until he'd decide to pull their hair.

⋆"Kneel down, slut!!"

⋆That's when he'd start to take off his own pants, licking his own lips.

⋆After that he'd force s/o to do oral.

⋆In short, Inukai would be very active and leading.

⋆He'd be the one to decide the right moment to pull their hair and fuck them from behind.

⋆Their bodies would be all sweat while in the background s/o would try not to cry.

⋆Inukai wouldn't care if it hurts or not.

⋆"What's wrong, s/o?... Are you crying?... Aw... 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧? 𝐎𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?~"

⋆Shogo is so cute and adorable!!

⋆He's always so kind-hearted with people and always cares about his fellows Visty.

⋆So it'd very difficult to imagine him being so hard and rough with his s/o in bed..

⋆Oh well..

⋆Maybe for most of yours~

⋆Your dear Hebi knows Shogo could be dirty too~

⋆I don't know why, but I imagine him being quite similar to Allen.

⋆Allen is hard to imagine in bed too, because he's adorable and also introverted.

⋆So imagine Shogo being in front of his fans with Visty and near his own s/o.

⋆Nobody can really imagine how that bright smile of his turns into a dirty smirk when in bed, letting his s/o riding him.

⋆S/o wearing a turtleneck to hide some bites that sweet guy gave them.

⋆But let's start from the beginning.

⋆Shogo had never felt anything like that..

⋆He had never felt that desire to fuck them so hard when he helped them not to fall and grab their arm.

⋆"S/o!! Be careful, babe!"

⋆Shogo would find himself very close to s/o, who'd have their own back against the wall, facing him.

⋆Their chest moving due to their breath..

⋆Their scent and their mouth slightly open because of the heavy breath..

⋆Shogo would feel strange and without thinking he'd put his own lips on s/o's ones, starting exploring their body, and pulling them closer to his own.

⋆He'd let himself go, brought by the desire to own them.

⋆He would whisper in their ears how horny they made him.

⋆"Babe... you're so sexy... damn, I don't know what you did to me...~!"

⋆Shogo would bite their neck slowly and romantically until he'd decide that they both need more friction.

⋆That's when everything would become harder and rougher.

⋆It'd be in climax:

⋆He'd start romantically but end it roughly.

⋆His hands exploring their body, undressing them and kneeling down.

⋆He'd be the one to do oral, to satisfy them.

⋆"You taste so sweet--..!"

⋆Our dear boi would fondle s/o's butt and pick them up, opening their legs.

⋆That's how the game would start becoming more interesting~

⋆Their sweat bodies would move against each other, wedging in roughly, in background their moans.

⋆"Babe... Are you okay?... Heh.. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲~!"

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[bunny-rafa]

quick request: akaashi vs powerbottom! male reader

okay so our handsome reader is getting hit on by his fangirls and fanboys yet again while he's trying to get to class and akaashi who has the same classes as him gets jealous and quickly shoos the fangirls and fanboys away. The entire day akaashi doesn't talk to reader and that makes him confused but luckily he gets that his oh who pretty boyfriend was jealous.

when akaashi enters his house mad asf that his lover didn't shoo his own fans away he unexpectedly sees reader on his bed naked and tells akaashi to ruin/mark him so everyone knows he belongs to akaashi.

warnings?: degradation, ass slapping, stalking (readers fans watch him eat lunch), belly bulge, cockwarming, rough sex, bokuto being the neighbor and hearing everything unfortunately, reader beeing a cocky mf to akaashi, hot possessive akaashi

extended ending if ya want: reader's fangirls blush and look away when they see tons of hickeys on his neck and chin so they none of them harass him scared of what their minds might wonder to and poor bokuto can't even look those two in the eyes without getting a bloody noise

Akaashi's Nemesis

'The hallway's more crowded than usual...'

On your way to algebra, you realize that it's harder to walk than usual. There's a lot of people around you, mostly girls, some boys. But they're all blocking your way. When did they get there? You were talking with Akaashi a bit ago.

"You all get out the way, we need to get to class."

They all seem to frown until you smile at them, which sends them all squealing as they move away.

"Haha, they're pretty rowdy today. Don't you think, Akaashi-kun?"

"They sure are, they won't even let people walk in peace to their next lesson."

You laugh at his statement, before getting to class and taking a seat.

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Akaashi's been acting weird the whole day. Avoiding you, not talking to you at all, even glaring out the window with that adorable little pout of his. You'd be worried if you didn't know what was up. You'd be worried at the fact that he seemed so angry when you both noticed those girls stalking you up to the garden at lunch.

But knowing that he's just jealous makes it so cute to you.

You make sure to subtly tease him the whole day, giving him little touches here and there. You also talk with your fans whilst trying to gauge how jealous he can get.

So when he arrives home half an hour later and slams the door open, you can't help but grin. You've been patiently waiting for him in your shared bedroom.

"Hey babe! What took you so long?"

He heads into the kitchen, "nothing, wouldn't have taken as long if a certain someone had walked with me."

"I'm pretty sure the crowd would have followed us if I did that."

He frowns at that, turning to look at you from the kitchen before deciding against that. You can hear his footsteps make their way into the room. 'Bingo.'

"Maybe if you turned them away yourse-" he freezes at the doorway, eyes stuck to your naked form.

"Took you long enough to notice, don't you think, Keiji?"

He's still frozen by the doorway, pants tenting and a bright red blush creeping up his face and ears. You soften slightly at the sight of him so nervous and flustered.

"Come here baby," you motion over to the bed, "you can mark me and bruise me, so everyone knows I'm yours."

That gets him going. He lets out the smallest gasp you've ever heard. In an instant, he's groping at your thighs, your chest and even holds your throat in one hand. Pressing lightly. Feeling out your pulse.

He feels it racing at the tips of his fingers. His cock twitches when you tilt your head back to give him more space.

"Aww come on, Keiji. You can do better than that-"

"Don't call me that, slut."

Your breath stutters in your chest. Oh he's mad.

"You just wanted to whore around, didn't you? I'm surprised you didn't let one of those little fanboys of your fuck you or let the girls touch you up."

"You know I wouldn't let that happen. Without your permission at least~"

He frowns, before flipping you over and straddling your legs. The position leaves him with plenty of access to your ass. He plays with it for a bit, groping and slapping it. He hits you harder and harder, until you're crying out at each hit and rubbing your cock against the sheets.

He pulls your cheeks apart, before leaning down to lick a stripe from your balls to your hole. When you flinch away, he grips your neck and presses your face down into the bed.

He continues like that for a while, eating you out and smacking you and choking you when you move around too much. There's bruises on your neck already, dark red and bordering on purple.

Akaashi picks up a bottle of lube from the bedside table, dripping it onto your hole and letting it spill down your balls and cock. He preps you slowly, stretching you out and crooking his fingers just to hear you cry out.

"Keiji! You're being too slow, I'll go soft..!"

He snorts at that, before reaching underneath you and pulling your hips up. Keiji grabs a hold of your cock. Despite having come already, it's still hard and dripping with precum.

"I doubt it," he thrusts into you, "but I'll fuck you either way."

You're squirming, begging him to fuck into you already. But he grabs a hold of your throat again, biting at your neck and leaving hickeys against the bruised skin.

And then he fucks into you.

It's rough. You feel so full of him, can't tell where the pleasure begins and where it ends. He's muttering something into your ear, but you're too cock drunk to make it out. Until he presses a hand against the obvious outline of his cock on your stomach. You look down with blurry eyes just to see the way the bulge moves.

Your prostate feels bruised. You can't help but come when he smacks your ass again and pounds harder into you. With your fave shoved into the sheets, you can't do much but take his cock deep into you. He comes with his cock deep inside and makes you come once more.

"Good boy, taking me so well."

He pulls you with him as he sits against the head of the bed. Keeping his cock deep inside you, he pulls a blanket over the both of you. You're still half-drunk, high off of your orgasms and the way he kisses the side of your neck.

"Sleep, baby. We have lessons tomorrow."

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Next door, poor Bokuto has been unable to concentrate on work. Even with his headphones at top volume, he can't help but hear the way his best friends and neighbours fuck like rabbits.

Red-faced, he leaves his flat and stays at his friend's house.

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The next day...

"Oh my GOD, did you see the bruises on (y/n)-san's neck?! How do you think he got them?"

"Kao you ignorant shit, he fucked someone!"

"Oh no! Do you think he's taken?"

The group of girls look towards him. He seems to be flaunting the bruises, with the way he refuses to button up his shirt.

"Yeah... he is."

@qtipcottonbuds

@lordwennymacklet

[secretly-of-course]

This Code Doesn't Make Any Sense

Word count: 990

Summary: Steve teaches Hunter how to use Penstagram.

A/N: This is actually an excerpt from chapter 16 of my fic Friendship (And More) Across Battle Lines, but I've always thought it would work well as a standalone ficlet. It takes place immediately after Any Sport In A Storm. There are brief mentions of huntlow, which I am tagging just for the sake of those who have it blocked, but if you actually want a huntlow fic they are not the focus here.

Nose freshly healed, Steve walked back to the castle with his shoulders slumped and his head low. It had been a long day. Eyes glued to the stone steps leading up to the entrance, Steve failed to notice the Golden Guard standing there until he had already bumped into him.

“Sorry, man!” he said. “I wasn't looking where I was going.”

“Oh it's fine,” Hunter brushed off his apology. “Say, do you know anything about Penstagram?” he asked while pointing at a new scroll to demonstrate.

“Oh sure, dude! What do you need help with?”

Hunter grimaced. “Everything?”

Steve chuckled and reached out to take the scroll from Hunter's hands to examine the screen. “Okay first thing we have to do is come up with a username for you. It can be based on your name, or a joke, or a reference to something you like. Anything you want, really.”

Hunter paused for a second to think before saying, “I like Ruler’s Reach.”

“Alright, I can work with that.” Steve typed in a new username and passed the scroll back to Hunter to get his approval.

“Rulerz Reach ef-four-en?” he read out loud.

“No dude, read the four like it's an ‘A.’ It's pronounced like ‘fan.’”

“Ohhh,” the blonde smiled and nodded in understanding. “It's like a code!”

“Sure,” Steve chuckled slightly. “And speaking of codes, you'll need to think of a password that only you know.”

Hunter nodded and started typing very slowly. He looked back up at Steve when he was done a few minutes later.

“Okay, great!” Steve said. Now you need a profile picture. Here, use the front facing camera on your scroll to take a picture of yourself.”

Hunter took back the scroll and stared down at it as he tapped the screen. “Like this?”

Steve looked at the picture and shook his head. It looked awful. Hunter's chin was in the center of the photo and he had a huge frown on his face. The angle made his eyes and furrowed brows look far away and tiny in comparison. “Dude, no. You take selfies like a grandfather.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do!?” Hunter said, voice rising in annoyance. “How do I take a whatever-it's-called like a teen?”

Boy, he really needed all the help he could get. Just then Steve got an idea and took out his own penstagram. He entered his search and then let his scroll float in front of Hunter so he could easily see it while still working on his own.

“Teen Witch Magazine's guide to the perfect selfie?” Hunter read aloud and Steve nodded. “Alright then, let's see. Choose your good side, that's easy. Hold your scroll at a high angle, okay. And strike a cool pose. Oh! And they even have examples. Cool!”

Hunter turned his head slightly and imitated one of the example photos by pursing his lips and putting his hand up in a peace sign before snapping the picture. Steve approved of this one, and they set it as his new icon.

“Now all you have to do is start following people and adding friends. Here, I'll be your first one.” Steve showed Hunter how to search for other users, and typed in his own username, Penstagram4Steve. From his own scroll he accepted the follow request and sent one back to Hunter so he could see how it was done.

“Penstagrama Steve?” Hunter read.

“Okay, in this case the four is actually pronounced like ‘for,’ not like an ‘A.’”

Hunter furrowed his brow. “This code doesn't make any sense,” he mumbled.

Steve decided to ignore that comment and finish his impromptu social media lesson. “After you've added friends, their posts will show up in your feed where you can like them by tapping this heart icon and comment on them if you want to by tapping this little bubble. Comments are public for everyone to see but you can also privately message people by tapping on this part.”

“So you can just message anyone?”

“Anyone you're friends with. Want me to help you add anyone else?”

Hunter paused before answering, “I'd like to add the captain—and the rest of the team too, of course! But uh, I don't know her— their usernames.”

“No problem,” Steve reassured. “We can also just search someone's name. But uhh, might be faster if you let me type. What's her name?”

“Willow. Willow Park.”

“She's your favorite, huh?” Steve smirked a bit under his mask.

Hunter sputtered and his cheeks turned a faint pink. “She's the team captain! And she's very skilled and a worthy leader. It only makes sense to contact her first.”

Steve chuckled a little, “Alllllright.” It was a bit funny, seeing Hunter get flustered over a girl, but it was also nice. Most people forgot the Golden Guard was just a kid, and it was good to seem him act like one for once.

Steve typed the name and a list of people with similar names appeared. Hunter recognized her palisman in one of the profile pictures and they sent the follow request. Not too long after she accepted and sent a request of her own, which the boy accepted. Having taught Hunter what he deemed to be a suitable amount, Steve left him to message his new friends on his own and headed up to the barracks.

When he got there he tossed off his mask and collapsed onto bed, too tired to bother changing into his sleepwear. He groaned as his body ached, but grateful to finally be laying down. He closed his eyes, though he knew sleep wouldn't come any time soon. He felt his scroll buzz and opened his eyes again to check it, expecting to see a practice message from Hunter. He tapped to his messages to see what it was.

MattholomuleRulez: HOW COULD U ARREST MY FRIEND

Okay that was not the message Steve was expecting to see.

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[thefanbasewhore]

'My sweet girl.' // Marvel Men

summary: Moments in which he calls you his sweet girl.

Ft. Steven Grant, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle

and currently taking requests for preference topics such as this one, please include characters you would like :)

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Steven Grant (mentions of Marc)

Steve can't help the way his heart pounds inside his chest. Along with the warmness that fills his cheek, makes his hand clamy.

So beautiful and unbelievably soft. Watching the way your chest falls into a shallow pattern of breathing. Mouth slightly ajar as you cuddle the pillow closer in your sleep.

After canceling your date due to business involving Marc, the last thing he expected was to find you in his apartment, asleep on his couch.

A slight frown fills his feature rather quickly when noticing your hair done up and more makeup than usually. A darker color lipstick slightly snugging at the corner of your lips.

With a guilty heart he sighs, all of this just for him to cancel? He licks his thumb before reaching forward to wipe the corner of your lips. The weight of his finger makes your eyes flutter, a lazy smile matches yours.

"Hi, you look beautiful." Guilty eyes moving closer and closer until the warmth of his lips press into your cheek, "I'm sorry I canceled, you put so much effort in."

"'S okay," it's cute the way your word's slur, "Just wanted to see you."

Steven smiles for what seems like the nth time this day, arms wrapping around your body and pulling you into his chest. Nuzzling his nose against the smooth strands of hair, mumbling the words, "My sweet girl."

Matt Murdock

Matt lets out a deep sigh, pulling his tie away from his collar but not before a certain scent catches his nose. He can't help but tilt his head and breath deeply.

Almost instantly there is a rare smile filling his features. He texted you hours ago, it was nothing more than a 'having a horrible day, thinking of you.'

What he didn't expect was you cooking his favorite meal of his day to cook. Ever since retiring and swearing the whole daredevil off, he began to find new ways to fill his time such as cooking.

And absolutely is terrible at, despite the lessons and following recipes but you always end up kissing his cheek and thanking him despite the fact it was burnt to bits and not edible.

"Tell me you did not spend all day cooking this for me." Matt leans against the kitchen counter with a look of annoyance but he was anything but.

"It's just lasagna, anyways, you said you had a bad day, I wanted to make it better." Not bothering to look back as you continue to mix the salad but before you could even mutter another word, two large arms wrap around your waist. Matt hunches over but just enough to rest his head against the back of your neck and press a soft kiss there.

"I love you so much - you're so -," he pauses for a second before continuing, "My sweet, sweet girl."

Frank Castle

The moment Frank turned the corner of the busy street and didn't see you walking in front of him anymore, he of course, assumed the worst.

Heart beating a mile a minute as he surveys the area, looking for one glimpse of that red, winter coat to soothe his panic.

"Did you see a woman in a red coat?" He panics, asking every person who passes him but the majority deny or ignore him.

"Damn it," he whispers under his breath, how could he even let you out of his sight? He knows how many enemies he has, how many people would crush you in order to get to the ex-punisher.

In a quick 360 around the block, there is a quick swish of red. Between his heavy breaths and the brutal New York winter he can barely make it out but catches sight of you rather quickly. Down a sketchy alley that smells of trash, footprint in the snow lead him to you.

Crouch to the side of the dumpster, talking softly but Frank doesn't even give himself a second to think before grasping your shoulder. "Why did you run away like that?" He's angry, voice raising with every word. "Don't you ever do that again."

"Frank, I'm sorry, I'm okay." Heart filling with guilt as you find the bewildered expression across his face, he was scared. "I didn't mean to scare you, I was thinking straight, I saw this dog and it's snowing and so cold and - puppies."

He takes the time to finally realize what you're petting; a blue nosed pit with a wagging tail, the mama dog having four little puppies suckling from her stomach. He watches as you frown, "I'm worried, the storm is only going to get worse."

Frank can't help but crack a smile at his pretty girl, "I'm sorry for yelling," He reaches forward to press his fingers against your cheek, "My sweet girl, you have a beautiful heart."

Frank turns his attention back to the mama dog, petting her head softly, "Hi girl, you're a good girl huh?" He starts to pick the puppies up, handing them over to you one at a time before affectionately tapping the dogs behind, "C'mon mama, my girl is too sweet to leave you out here - thata girl." He looks up at you with soft eyes, "Let's go home, we have some babies to warm."

[duskholland]

under the desk || prof!tom smut

professor holland has a special assignment for you...

wc ↠ 3k. warnings ↠ nsfw 18+ content. bj under the table, (unseen) exhibitionism, dom!tom/sub!reader, sir/good girl kink, a lot of praise, fingering, slight degradation, pinching, minor pain kink. messy rough against-the-table unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!!!). I don’t condone this form of relationship irl! be safe. a/n ↠ you know i had to do it to ‘em. thanks @darlingspidey​ for coming into my askbox and choosing violence. minors dni or you will be blocked!!!!

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“You want me to what?”

The smirk on Professor Holland’s face is unmoving as he folds his arms across his chest. The tight sleeves of his suit bulge to accommodate the curves of his biceps, and you find yourself biting your lower lip despite his shocking proposition.

“I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock for the entire lesson, darling. I don’t understand why this is so difficult for you to understand. Thought you were my smart girl, eh?” He brings two slender fingers to your cheek, running calloused fingertips down to your chin. As Tom angles your face to look at him, his eyes hold nothing but dominance.

“But… What if someone sees?”

Tom is still caressing your face, and you feel yourself ease as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. He steps closer, caging you in until the backs of your thighs press into the hard line of his desk. As his warm breath fans out across your face, you shiver.

“No one will see,” he tells you, accent thick. His South London twang always comes out more prominently in times like these. “We’re too far at the front.” He brings his other hand to your waist, squeezing your flesh with a rough touch that makes you moan around his thumb. “Promise I’ll make it up to you, love,” he adds, voice a blend of sultry tones. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

When he swaps out his thumb for his index and middle fingers, you instinctively lap around the pads of his fingertips. Tom just smirks, knowing he has you right in the palm of his hand. You’ve done risky things with your professor before, but to hide beneath his desk and suck him off for an hour..? It sounds like torture. Yet, with the way his eyes twinkle so seductively, you find yourself leaning into it. You’ve always been a bit of a sadist, anyway, and it’d be hard to disagree with him when he looks like this—brown hair slicked back, face glowing with health, deep eyes like pools of honey.

Tom pulls his fingers from your mouth, but before you can complain about their absence, he brings them down between your legs. You’re already bare beneath the skirt—he’d spent a memorable five minutes ghosting his mouth over the front of your panties before ripping them off and devouring your aching slit with his tongue. You’re still wet now, your cunt cooled by the mix of his saliva and your arousal that slicks your thighs. Tom coos as he presses his fingers into your hole.

“Sir,” you whimper, reaching back to grab at the desk. You’re running hot, skin prickling with need. Your nipples press against the front of your shirt, aching and straining, moving with each heavy heave of your chest. As Tom curves his fingers and quickly finds your g-spot, your breath hitches in the back of your throat.

“You’re so wet, darling,” he murmurs thickly. Tom steps closer, thin lips biting at your neck as you whimper. He doesn’t need to be careful about leaving marks—both of you know the only person who will see you for the next hour will be him. “You want it, don’t you? You want to do this for me. You want to have my cock down your throat as everyone else sits up there, completely unaware of what you’re doing.”

You toss your head back, inching closer to a high that he’s only been denying you. “Yes,” you gasp out, knowing he’s right, knowing you can already feel the ache in your knees from the lecture hall’s carpet. “I want it.”

“Good girl.” Tom kisses your cheek before stepping back, his hand disappearing from between your legs. He ignores your whine of disappointment as he flops down into his desk chair, his thighs parting as he lazily unpicks his belt. He raises a brow towards you until you slowly sink to your knees, crawling between his legs and sitting at his feet obediently. The humiliation burns into lust as he strokes a hand over your cheek, eyes full of adoring arousal. “Such a good little thing, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen as you see him pull his cock free, his length full-mast and his tip weeping. Without thought, you find yourself licking your lips. You sit forward, eagerly looking up to him and shivering as you take in the lust swirling in his eyes.

“Please, Professor,” you ask, voice hoarse. “Can I suck you off now?”

He melts like a candle to a flame, cooing as he nods softly and brings both hands to hold the back of your head. “Yeah, baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me cum. You can touch yourself if you really can’t control yourself, but you better not even think about cumming.”

Once he’s finished outlining his demands, you nod. Tom scoots closer, the chair all the way beneath the desk now and obscuring his face. It’s dark down here, but you can make out enough—his watch-clad wrist, laying back on his thigh, the outline of his cock. With the hand still on your cheek, Tom coaxes you forward, a throaty groan leaving his mouth as you finally part your lips and take him.

The stretch of your mouth is familiar and needed, and you find yourself moaning a little as your lips part to take him. Tom’s heavy on your tongue, and you tease your tip over his slit to gather the white beads of precum. As his taste seeps over you, you whine, and the sound thickens when Tom roughly pushes you further down.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lazy voice drifting down from above the desk. “Just like that. Keep that going. Mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven, darling. Such a good girl. So obedient.”

You hum in response, and slowly start to bob your head. You have an hour to kill, so you don’t go too fast, setting the speed gradually as he flexes the fingers on his thigh into a fist and holds your face with harsh fingers. The bite of the pain against your skin as he presses his index and middle fingers together just makes your arousal worse.

“People are about to come in,” he adds, voice low. “If you want to stop, just squeeze my hand, yeah?” When you moan in agreement, Tom hums. “Good girl.”

The noise in the lecture hall is quick to build as the clock approaches the hour. You stay beneath the table, your knees starting to hurt from the bend, but you like it. As Tom starts to present his lecture, you settle into a rhythm beneath him. You rest one hand on his knee for balance and keep the other between your legs, slowly playing with your sensitive bud as your mouth stays on his cock. You alternate between kitten-licking his messy tip and deep-throating him, concentrating immensely when you loosen your throat every time you press in closer.

Each time you push particularly deep, your nose ends up buried in the curly spring of hair above his pubic bone. Whenever that happens, Tom ends up losing his train of thought, stammering over his words as he pinches your cheek a little tighter. You keep it rare, only occasionally disrupting his flow, knowing better than to try and embarrass him in front of so many people. That’s not your objective, anyway.

Time loses meaning after a while, with everything fading that isn’t Tom. Tom—with his hand on your cheek, his legs warm against your front, his cock in your mouth. There’s a thick trail of saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth and your eyes sting with tears. Small wet noises occasionally rise from your mouth as your lips pull away from his cock, and they mix with the noises of your fingers between your legs. You alternate between fucking yourself and teasing your clit, only toying, knowing nothing will come of your actions until he’s finished his class. You shift slightly from leg to leg, and the jostling makes you strike your g-spot just right.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip as your mouth falls away from him, your eyelids fluttering shut as you feel the edge approach. You don’t want to cum, but it feels too good to stop. As you wrestle with the desire to give in and add another finger to your clit, Tom clears his throat.

“—Let me just grab something from my bag,” Professor Holland speaks, voice eloquent and clear. He bends over, his hands leaving you as he pretends to rummage your bag.

Tom looks at you, raising a brow in question as his eyes meet with yours. He doesn’t say a thing, still with a microphone clipped to the front of his suit, but his piercing dark eyes say it all:

I didn’t say you could stop.

He continues to look at you as you hasten to sit forward, tender knees digging further into the carpet as you take his cock back between your lips. You moan softly to show your appreciation, feeling more spit fall down your wet chin as you take him deeply. Tom’s lips soften, an expression of enjoyment briefly fluttering across his face before he reaches out to pat your cheek softly. He pulls up a moment later, procuring a blank piece of paper from his bag at the last moment.

You wonder if he’ll give you a second one-on-one lesson to catch you up on all the content that you’ve missed.

For the last part of the class, you focus primarily on him. Professor Holland weaves his hand into your hair and guides you, calling the shots as he pulls you deeper whenever he desires. You end up adding in your hand, using your fingers to pump the top of his length and paying attention to his thick girth as you pump him. Tom gets tetchy, his hips softly rising up to meet your movements every time you work him deeper. You can almost hear the relief in his voice as he utters, finally,

“That’s it, everyone. Thanks for your time. I’ll see you all next week. If anybody has any questions, my office hours can be found online.”

Tom strokes his fingers through your hair as you listen to the babble of noise rise again. There’s the sounds of laptops closing, bags zipping, people trudging down the stairs of the theatre. You take him all the way, his tip brushing up against the back of your throat. Your lips ache, and your tongue feels numb as your nose brushes up against his warm skin. He makes you wait a very long time, your mind running wild, mouth salivating as you stay still and hold him on your tongue, shivering in anticipation. The slick between your legs is just as persistent as it was an hour ago, and you can feel your needy hole clenching around nothing as your fingers slowly stroke your clit.

“Fucking finally,” Tom mutters. A moment later, he grabs you by the hair and quickly pulls you off, your lips releasing his cock with a pop. He scoots the chair back and jerks you forward, a few tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes struggle to readjust to the bright lighting of the room. “Oh, darling... You’re all messy.”

He easily hauls you up to your feet, but you don’t need to linger on your wobbly legs for too long before he’s pushing you up and onto his desk. Tom drops down, briefly bending over to kiss both of your knees before giving you his full, undivided attention. His hands go to your face, nimble fingers taking care of the tear tracks and the mess of drool and precum sticking to your chin. Your cheeks feel hot as he tuts his tongue and inspects you, his cock pressing up against your lower body as he steps closer.

“You did such a good job,” he adds, soothingly. His lips come down over your forehead. “Sucked my cock so well, sweetheart. Felt so good.”

You smirk softly, parting your legs and leaning back. You dig your elbows into the cool wood of his desk, looking up at his face and enjoying Tom’s gaze on your figure. His hands go down to your skirt, and he flips it up, fingers gravitating to your slit.

“Please, sir,” you manage, voice slightly hoarse, words slurring. “Please fuck me? I need you.”

Tom chuckles. He wraps his hand around his length and guides it to your slit, the hard pressure of his cock making you whimper when he presses his tip to your clit. Anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach, and you cry out as he nudges his bulbous head against your clit.

“Well… I did say I’d reward you, didn’t I?” he teases. Tom shifts his cock down to your entrance, and you buck your hips, trying desperately to entice him into your pulsing hole. “Patient, my darling. Tell me how badly you want me.”

His ego pushes forward, its presence heightened by the cocky eyebrow he raises at you. You clench your fingers into fists, too far gone to be above begging and both of you know it.

“Please, sir,” you whimper, tossing your head back as he continues to apply a teasing pressure to your weeping cunt. “Been so good for you, sir. Waited all lesson for you. Didn’t even cum.” Your voice is broken, weighing heavy with arousal. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you—”

Before you can finish, Tom sinks into you, your flushed walls parting easily. You feel your cunt flutter as it envelopes his length completely, Professor Holland not waiting a second to start pounding into you. You cry out loudly, jaw slack and hanging open as pleasure sails across you, filling every part of you to the brim. Tom grabs at your thighs, pulling you nearer and using his grip on your soft flesh as leverage to keep you wrapped around him. Slapping sounds fill the air as he rocks into you, his crotch meeting your centre every time as you cry out.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “Fits like a glove. So wet, darling. Such a tight fuckin’ pussy.”

You can’t speak, so you let out a breathless whine in response which earns you a tight chuckle from Tom.

“Mmm, too good to speak, isn’t it?” he teases. He drops a hand down to your clit and your back arches off the table as he starts to rub feverish circles to the bud. “God… Such a good girl. Taking me so well, like you were born to do this. That’s right, isn’t it? Snug pussy made just for me.”

He hits every spot exactly like you crave, cock filling you completely. You’ve been edged and teased for so long that the slightest touch would be enough to set you off, and it’s as if your body doesn’t know how to process such an onslaught of sudden sensations. With every rut of his hips against yours, you get closer, his member catching slickly against your walls in the most delicious ways. As Tom’s fingers continue to wrangle your clit, your vision blurs with tears of enjoyment.

“Gonna cum,” you manage, voice thick. You’re shaking, writhing on the table, and if he wasn’t gripping your thighs so firmly, you know you’d be trying to move away from such an intense source of pleasure. It’s overwhelming, but you crave it, and when Tom drops his head down to suck at your neck, you cry out.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he groans, voice hoarse against your ear. “Let go. Let me feel how snug this cunt gets for me, darling. Want you to make me cum.”

Your legs clamp around his back as you finally spin over the edge, your eyes rolling into your head as your back falls against the desk. Your climax sweeps over you, blending with your moans and Tom’s low grunts as he picks up his pace and thrusts faster. Your eyes find the point at which your bodies converge, and the sight of his cock pounding into you only extends your enjoyment.

He follows suit a few moments after you, spilling into you with a loud cry of your name. As his lips speak such a familiar word, the inflexion makes you clench, your pussy constricting around his cock and causing Tom to groan louder. He doesn’t stop railing you into the desk until both of you are spent, at which point he pulls away and leans up to connect your lips.

A smile spreads across your lips as Tom kisses you, his mouth infinitely more gentle than he’s been with his hands. You sit up to meet him, your legs shaking against the desk. As you loop your arms around his neck and sink into his lips, he continues to kiss you, breaking up his long snog into a series of lighter pecks.

“Did so good for me, my darling,” Tom mumbles against you. He’s stroking your back with a warm hand, his breathing ragged but slowly recovering. When he pulls back, he stays near, the tip of his nose pressing to yours. “Are you okay?”

You hum softly, shivering a little when Tom kisses the tip of your nose. “Perfect,” you reply. “Bit thirsty, though.”

He frowns, the expression darkening his face. Tom leans closer to kiss your sore cheek, lips lingering there for a few moments as he hums.

“Let’s go,” he suggests. “I’ll take you home. Run you a bath, make you some tea. I’ll look after my girl.”

You pout softly, your heart clenching. “Okay,” you reply. He helps you down from the desk, his hands quickly curling around your waist when your knees threaten to buckle. As he chuckles, you shoot him a glare. “Don’t laugh at me,” you whine. “It’s your fault I’m like this!”

Tom nuzzles his nose to yours as he plants a final kiss to your lips. “Mm, I know,” he growls. “I’ll repay the favour later.”

[mysterioustyping]

pairing - druig x eternal!reader

summary - the eternals come to get you, taking you from your new life to now and get someone else from his

warnings - spoilers of Eternals, details of blood/fighting

apart of - all these centuries

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Korea // Present Time

“Thank you, that was a very helpful session,” You bowed, wiping away the nonexistent bead of sweat that should have fallen from your forehead, watching as the man you were once practicing with was slightly stumbling to his seat, exhaustion clearly all over his features.

You’d just finished an easy session of practicing your Taekwondo lessons, quickly advancing to a black belt due to your past of practicing with some of the key creators of the art. Yet, you still found enjoyment in going back and continuing to take the lessons, to see how the new humans would critique the old. You liked seeing how quickly they would allow you to advance, you feigning ignorance and innocence to then show perfection. It was a nice pastime when you weren’t off reading stories online about the recent year’s emergence of a new hero. 

“Y/n, dear, you must find a different instructor. I can not keep up with you,” He spoke, sitting down and taking large gulps of water as you handed him a towel. Hiro was supposedly your instructor, yet he had nothing to teach you, so you just took lessons from him for fun. He was trustworthy, telling your secret of being an eternal was easy to let slip due to his kindness and understanding, he was almost like a family. 

“That’s fine, I only wish to practice with you, ” You shook your head, sitting down across. “And I promise I’ll be nicer from now on,” He laughed a little at your comment, shaking his own head now. You had always gone ‘easy’ on him, your strength obviously outmatching his own, even with ignoring his age. But Hiro had always been a man who liked a good fight, always encouraging you to make the sweat fall and his breathing fasten, telling you it made him feel young. 

You played with a mere strand of thread unraveling from your shirt, letting him catch his breath and regain energy. You’d known the man for years to then watch him grow up and be older than you.

“Is this really the place?” A deeper voice questioned as three new people walked into the building. It was clear they were unfamiliar, and their voices didn’t register at first, your attention too focused on the older man across and making sure he truly was okay. 

“That’s what the landlord said,” Another that was softer responded, more feminine, the three walked into the limited lighting present in the rundown dojo, finally catching your and Hiro’s attention.

“What are you three doing here?” You quickly inquired, standing up and moving in front of Hiro to block his gaze from the three. Your hands were situated behind your back, and your glare set on the only other man present. It was unexpected, centuries from truly seeing the people you used to spend every waking second with. 

“We need to speak to you,” Sersi swiftly stepped in front of the other two, fixing her coat, and looking upon you with care. “It’s important.”

“We split up, I’ve followed orders, there is nothing to chat about,” You shook your head, turning around and moving towards Hiro. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs to rest,” You grabbed his two hands, helping him up, and began to walk to the back of the building where the stairs would lead to the apartment above.

“Y/n, come on now,” Sprite groaned, quickly rushing forward. “Let’s talk now and worry about oldie later.”

“That’s disrespectful,” You shook your head, not bothering to even spare her another glance, this was not a confrontation you were hoping to have at the moment.

“Y/n, who are these people?” He looked up at you, whispering the words with slight fear in his eyes.

“College friends,” You smiled small, continuing to try and get him to the stairs. “They’re leaving.”

“Ajack is dead,” Ikaris finally revealed, stepping right by Sersi and placing a light hand on her shoulder. “The deviants are back, haven’t you heard about the earthquakes?”

“I don’t care to own a phone.”

“Well, Sersi defiantly does,” Sprite joked, trying to lighten the mood as you stopped your pace, finally turning back to face them.

“There is so much more we need to explain, we have to get all the Eternals back together,” Sersi went on, rushing closer. “Please, we’ve already retrieved Gilgamesh, Thena, and Kingo, we just have to get everyone else and you.”

“I don’t wish to go, I’ve gained a life here and that’s not my wish to go back and see more deaths frequent around me, I’m sorry about Ajack, it’s a shame.”

“Y/n,” She muttered once last time, looking expectingly at you. Sersi knew you would be more hesitant, just like another Eternal you’d always had a connection with. But she also knew you were realistic and had feelings for Earth and people present, giving her the opportunity to truly get through to you. “Let us have a moment to speak to you alone, fully explain the dire of this situation, please.”

You were a part of the Eternals, a key member in the dynamic, a powerful one. The powers you possessed granted you the ability to mend the world’s view. You could change the view of objects, allowing a puny rock to now be a large boulder, and once you were done it returned to its original form. This power also granted you to fully change the view of things, and permanently make them something else, yet it took much energy and practice. Psychokinesis was another talent you possessed, though one that you weren’t the most comfortable with. 

Among friends and fellow people who had discovered your powers dubbed the name Mystique for you, due to mist appearing when performing some of these actions. You meditated to strengthen these powers, even strengthen the danger of your mist to hopefully one day become deadly if needed. 

“I just don’t kno-”

“Auntie!” A young boy came running through the unlocked doors of the front building, pushing through Ikaris and Sprite to fling himself into your unprepared arms.

You caught him just in time. His smile was large as he basked in the feel of your arms, searching around the dojo for his grandfather’s face only to immediately see the others.

“Who are they?” He pointed a finger at Ikaris, a bit of a scowl on his face before sticking his tongue out at him. “He seems mean.”

“These are friends,” You softly told him, pinching a cheek as he shook his head back and forth, giggles erupting. “Help your grandfather up the steps and to his room, okay? I’ll be up soon.”

“Okay!” He jumped from your arms, now zooming to the older man who just turned his head with a wink and small laugh.

“Be careful my dear,” He muttered, allowing his grandson to lead him up, even despite being able to do the action on his own.

“You have a family? Oh my! This is something to tell the others, secret Y/n with more secrets!” Sprite began to scheme. “God imagine Druigs reaction.”

“Enough, let’s talk,” You waved your hand, a thick cloud of purple smoke appearing as the three around you coughed, trying to clear their throats. And as soon as it appeared, constricting their breaths and blinding their sights, it had disappeared, now allowing them to be inside a singular room with books lining the walls and a singular couch in the mere corner surrounded by dead plants and dirty tea sets. 

“Y/n?” Sersi asked timidly, now looking all around the room as Ikaris was right by her side, clutching her hand as a way of safety and aiming his eyes at the fellow Eternal who was not present in the room. “We don’t want to fight,” She went on.

“I don’t either,” You appeared behind a shelf, shaking your head and tossing the book onto a table. “I wanted us to achieve some privacy. I haven’t had time to come in here and fix the place up, never expected guests.”

Soon Kingo exited behind a bookshelf with Karun coming behind him, shakily aiming the camera all around. They admired the new mysterious room, having no door to lead them out of it. 

“Oh goodness there you all are. Where are we?” He questioned, rushing to the three as you took a seat on the couch.

“Guess the mist must’ve moved a bit outdoors, I didn’t realize you were so close Kingo. Why didn’t you come and say hello?”

“Y/n, this is truly amazing. Your powers would be great for the set design crew for my movies, have you seen them, oh this just looks so-”

“Realistic? Yeah, it is.”

“I thought it was only visions, temporary,” Ikaris wondered.

“You all can sense when something is temporary with my powers, correct? Well, are you feeling that now?”

“No?” Kingo questioned, looking at the three other Eternals for some sort of agreement. 

“Then that answers it. This is the first time I’ve made something that will stay, even though it is not in a real area, yet somehow it works. I want to learn more of my powers and meet a certain someone on this planet. If the deviants are back that’ll destroy my chances. So, I’ll help,” You finally agreed, brushing down the pants you were wearing and extending a hand to your friend. “Maybe I’ve missed you a bit as well.”

She smiled, accepting the hand, Ikaris just scoffed as Sprite smiled at the reunion. You went up to bid your goodbyes to the young and older men, silently explaining your leave to the oldest as you slipped through the back door, joining the five in the car for their next eternal. The new trip to the new area welcomed a reunion with Gilgamesh and Thena  A small new swell of hope infiltrated some of the Eternal’s hearts.

Amazon // Present Time 

Yet, for those five Eternals, that new hope filling their chests quickly deflated upon their try of summoning the help of the mine controller, Druig. You decided not to partake in this recruiting, choosing to venture around the land and not having to meet the man. You were still a bit unsure of how to feel, and even a little anxiety seemed to flutter at the idea of more unexpected reunions. 

Waltzing around the village, it was easy to take notice of their loss of control, they had some but not all. A young boy had walked over to you while you were seated on a wooden bench, he offered fruit before leading you back to an area where a small stack of wood lay. With a wave and a cloudy purple appearing, it was transformed into small little figurine toys of a car and trains.

The boy gasped in amazement, picking the new toys up and swinging them around the air before running to the other children nearby, showing off the new artifacts to them as they took their pick.

It was a sweet image, reminding you of the little boy at your recent home. He always was so kind to you, believing you were a true member of his family and fawning over any martial arts moves you showed off. He had the sweetest heart, and though you didn’t want to fully admit it, he and the other members staying where you stayed helped encourage you to help in the new daring activities. 

You couldn’t help but currently feel the gazes of the children changing, ones of innocence now with intention. You could hear the loud slamming of a door not too far away, figuring it was due to the conversation with the mind controller you walked away from the confines of other people, wanting to move more towards the forest, alone. 

“Y/n, where are you going?” Kingo questioned, rushing up to you as you continue your walk further into the forest. “Have we not decided to stick together? Are you already leaving?”

“There’s eyes all around, I don’t like it,” You huffed, slowing your pace so he could catch up. “What happened?”

“He does not agree with our choice, he wants to stay the way he is now. It’s not surprising you know how he acted when we were last all together. And he was even messing with my cameraman. But don’t worry, we didn’t mention already retrieving you,” Kingo reassured you, a light hand on your shoulder.

“Well, he practically knows, he’s just waiting. I don’t like not having my presence known when I don’t want it to be,” You mentioned, stepping over the prickly branches and ducking under the others.

“That’s why you are called Mystique, a perfect character for my movie that all would love. Though, getting you a new outfit would be important.”

“Bye,” You muttered, waving a hand as the trees bent, temporarily separating him from your path as you continued to make your way away.

The tree’s leaves slightly swayed from the wind, granting it to pick up your hair and make your extra breath that much more fulfilling. Everything felt like a lot for the moment, you’ve already seen many things but the recent news and change in your true objectives was confusing and annoying. Certain characteristics you stood by, like having the opportunity of mystery, were being taken away and it didn’t help.

The reappearance of Druig was not one you were ready to confront, for many reasons, and most importantly the annoying churning of your stomach at the thought of having to hold a true and honest conversation with him. It was annoying how despite not being human you still possessed the same feelings as them. 

Muttering words in a comforting rhythm, you drifted up more into the sky, legs crossed and arms in lap as you kept with the words like lyrics to a song, one that would never leave your head. Though your moment of peace, clarity, was immediately interrupted, letting you land on your butt as the ground began to shake.

Quickly brushing your bottom off, you stood up, searching for the cause as a vicious beast soon appeared into your view, licking their grimy lips before trying to claw at you.

Jumping out of the way, your back hit the side of a tree. Yells and fighting could be heard in the distance, reminding you that others had come to infiltrate the area and were occupying your old friend’s time. Steadying yourself for a minute, you ducked as a large finger went for your head, you tumbled over to your right before getting back up with your hands ready.

Swirling a hand around the gas had appeared, clearing you from the view as the deviant kept stomping its way around, trying to make its height taller to be able to see through some of the gas. Placing a palm on the ground, you felt the dirt on your fingers, trying to allow the sight of a new tree, a specific one. You imagined the prickly one you’d acknowledged one summer centuries ago with Druig. The trees around soon transformed to this one, altering its original view and causing new branches to sprout, cutting through the deviant’s tail and arms. 

As quickly as the tree appeared to falter the deviant’s strength, it turned into its original form, the deviant taking a step back as you saw a yellow glow from its body. It seemed to be healing itself in those damaged areas.

“What the hell,” You mumbled to yourself, watching the deviant come back to its original form. A part of you wanted to stare at it longer, try to get a closer look at the parts that were once cut being healed like Ajack was able to do. But the hand was swinging down, and your position wasn’t going to save you from its force.

Stomping on the ground allowed the image of ice to appear, letting you slide across the ground as the deviant had trouble getting situated to the new flooring, slipping up a bit before falling and cracking it. Sliding across, you moved your foot in a circle, now icicles moving up from the ice in a sharp shape, you sent them forward, plunging into the gross skin as a yelp was heard. 

“Hello? Anyone?” You yelled, trying to look around the forest in your other moment of a breath, anyone to help you get this done a bit faster, you felt rusty at this moment. The deviant regained its balance, chasing towards you as the ice disappeared and the ground was its original image.

It quickly caught you off guard, the large mutant rushing towards you to land a nice punch-type feeling to your gut, sending you back a bit of way into a tree. Shaking your head and trying to steady your breath, it was making another move to try and continue beating you down. Your view moved to your shoe, noticing the knife hidden in the little pocket you kept on your calf. You grabbed the sharp object, and regained your balance, summoning up ground to give you leverage. Stepping on the now risen ground, you jumped on the back of the deviant, changing the view of the knife to a large spear and plunging it into its neck.

The deviant dropped down, blood spurting out and all over as your knife returned to its form and you left the odd feeling back.

“Shit,” Wiping your forehead, you were now feeling much different after this battle than at the dojo, now used to the human saying of a ‘good workout’.

Looking down at your form, you transformed the view of your clothing to one with less blood, dirt, and other substances you’d rather not imagine. Picking up the pace you rushed out of the forest to find the other Eternals all gathering together, admiring the view of a deviant being transformed into a tree.

“Oh?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, causing glares to turn to you at the appearance of yourself.

“You really missed it, Y/n, there was this huge battle and the deviants came!” Sprite ran over to you, shaking you in the lightest that a small wince came out due to former pain from hitting the tree.

“How did you not hear? How are you so clean?” Kingo walked over, wiping his own forehead as he huffed. “You’re so lucky you didn’t have to beat one of those things.”

“I did,” You simply answered. “Not in that way though,” You pointed to the new tree, looking over at Sersi who held a gaze of confusion herself, though it was clear she had performed the action.

“I don’t know how I did it,” She commented, staring at the work, drenched from the former water that was consuming her.

“I see you’ve joined their plan,” Druig stepped more into view, a cocky smirk now taking over his formally plan look. “This is…. unexpected.”

“Hi.”

“Hello, shall we chat my beautiful, beautiful Y/n?”

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