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[jula483]

Happy New Year!

[itadorey]

𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓— gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader summary: rumor has it you're dating gojo satoru genre: fluff, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, humor(?) notes: i just think he's the type of dude to do this, sort of an au bc geto never goes rogue. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO !! wc: ~1.8k

"hey, wanna go get lunch?"

you come to a stop when you hear a low voice, turning around just in time to see gojo approach you. his hair is styled, you note, white strands falling gracefully and framing his face in a way that you haven't seen since the two of you were in high school. his usual blindfold is nowhere to be seen, and your eyebrows furrow slightly when you notice a new pair of sunglasses perched on the slope of his nose.

"what?"

"do you want to join me for lunch?" he asks, leaning against the wall as you glance at the time on your phone. you tuck it back into your pocket before looking at the folder in your hand, turning to glance in the direction of your office before giving gojo a nod.

"sure! just let me drop this off in my office, yeah?" you say, smiling when he nods in agreement. "i'll be quick and on the way back i'll stop and ask shoko if she wants to join us."

you whirl back around to make your way to your office, only to be stopped when gojo clears his throat.

"actually, i meant you," he begins, shoulders tense as he motions to you with his hand before pointing to himself. "and me. just us getting lunch at that cafe you really like."

"oh! okay, yeah that sounds good," you chirp, feeling slightly confused as you give him a little thumbs up. he relaxes at your words, nodding slightly as he watches you. "i'll be right back and than we can head out!"

gojo's eyes never leave your form as you disappear down the walkway, and he takes a few deep breathes before turning around and slipping his phone out of his pocket before sending a text to shoko and suguru.

satoru: they said yes.

lunch at the cafe ends with you and gojo meeting up at the end of the day and getting dinner as well. it isn't until you're out of breath, laughing way too hard over a silly story gojo shares with you, that you realize that the two of you haven't hung out together in a long time.

high school is probably the last time you can recall going out with gojo alone. the difference in your skill levels meant that the two of you didn't really cross paths after graduating, especially with the way that gojo always seemed to be sent out on mission after mission by the higher ups. any and all hangouts were usually coordinated by shoko or suguru, and most of the time gojo wasn't able to have a full conversation with you due to having to take care of a more-than-tipsy suguru.

you can't help but focus on the way your heart seems to ache with longing as you watch gojo laugh along with you, and it's in that moment that you realize that you've missed the teasing, smug boy that you knew well before life became just a little bit more cruel. the way he looks at you after your laughter dies down makes you wonder if he missed you as well.

"here's your check!"

"oh, thank you," you say to the waiter, reaching over to grab the slim book. gojo's hand intercepts your path, snatching the check presents away before you can even attempt to stop him. "hey!"

"dinner's on me," he says with a grin, sliding his card into the clear sleeve before handing it back to the waiter. your eyes remain locked on gojo even as the waiter walks away, a scowl on your face as you stare him down.

"you paid for lunch," you state, your eyes darting down to his lips when they pull up into a slight smirk.

"yeah."

"so dinner was supposed to be on me," you argue, clamping your mouth shut when the waiter returns with gojo's card. he takes it from him with a smile, messily signing the receipt before sliding out of his seat. his lips part into a handsome grin as he holds an arm out to you, eyes sparkling as he waits for you to link your arm with his. you rise from your seat reluctantly, gingerly slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow and letting him lead you outside.

it isn't until he's holding the door open for you, watching as you cross the threshold, that he finally speaks once more, tilting his face down to let you catch a glimpse of the teasing glint in his eye.

"besides, what kind of date would i be if i let you pay?"

gojo seems to become a permanent fixture in your life after your shared lunch and dinner.

you can't find it in yourself to complain about the new development, especially not when you're standing in your kitchen and you feel gojo's hand press against your lower back as he squeezes past you, giving you a soft smile as he tries to steal a bite of whatever you're cooking. those nights usually end with you swatting at him until you push him out of the kitchen, rolling your eyes and ignoring the way your heart lurches when he wraps his arms around you in a loose hug in an attempt to tug you along with him.

hangouts with shoko and suguru also become more common, and the four of you often find yourselves meeting up for drinks or a movie night, sometimes joined by nanami when he deigns to grace you with his presence. it's during these times that your emotions get the best of you, seeing everyone talking and laughing so happily that it almost feels like nothing ever went wrong. like amanai riko and fushiguro toji never happened.

and when gojo notices your sudden quietness and wordlessly wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you close to his side, you feel yourself falling just a little bit more for the white-haired sorcerer.

you're not surprised to find out that somewhere along the way, you've fallen for gojo satoru. a part of you believes that it was inevitable; he's always shone so brightly, drawing people in regardless of whether or not they're aware of the fact. you just happen to be the latest victim.

although your heart yearns to be closer to him, you know that you're content with being nothing more than friends. satoru is someone who is easy to admire, and you're all too happy to admire from a distance, content to bask in the tenderness that accompanies every friendly moment you've shared with him thus far. his status as a special grade sorcerer also takes up a large portion his life, and you fear that attempting to be anything more than friends with him would only end in you being a distraction.

but that all changes three months after the dinner with satoru that started it all.

"you're both late."

"sorry about that!" you apologize, giving shoko a sheepish smile as you slide into the seat satoru had pulled out for you. his knee bumps against your thigh as he takes his own seat, and you feel your smile grow a little wider when he leaves it resting against your own.

"what? were the two of you too busy making out in his car or something?" suguru chimes in, stifling a laugh when he sees your eyes go wide. you don't get the chance to respond as the waiter approaches, and you're saved the embarrassment of attempting to stutter out your drink order when satoru butts in and says it for you.

suguru wiggles his eyebrows playfully as you give him a flat look, and your mild annoyance dissipated when you feel satoru take your hand in his as he begins to play with your fingers. easy conversation begins to flow, and before you know it, you're enjoying your favorite drink and teasing suguru for the things he drunkenly did at your last get-together.

"so," shoko begins once there's a lull in the conversation, eyes glinting mischievously as she lets her gaze flit between you and satoru. "now that it's been a couple months i gotta say, i didn't think satoru would ever actually work up the courage to ask you out to lunch."

"what do you mean?" you ask, missing the way satoru's hand freezes against yours.

"i just didn't think he'd actually go through with it," shoko says with a shrug. "but i gotta say, i'm glad the two of you are dating. you both seem a lot happier lately and it's nice to see."

"dating?" you ask, tensing up at her words. the entire table seems to freeze at your question, and you're met with confused expressions from everyone as you glance around the table.

"yeah," shoko answers cautiously, sharing a bewildered look with suguru.

"what?" you ask dumbly, blinking slowly before turning to satoru just in time to see him nodding. "since when."

"since," shoko says, pulling out her phone and scrolling through some messages. she hums when she finds what she's looking for, turning the screen to show you a message from satoru three months back saying "they said yes". "three months ago according to this text."

"what?" you repeat, shaking your head lightly to try and gather your thoughts.

"yeah," satoru says quietly, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he lets go of your hand. "i asked you out on a date."

"no, you didn't," you say in response, turning your body to face him.

"yes, i did," he insists, running a hand through his hair before pointing to shoko's phone. "three months ago. lunch at the cafe, remember?"

"you asked me to eat lunch with you. you never said it was a date!"

"oh, i didn't?" he asks, head tilting slightly to the side as he tries to remember.

"no!"

"oops!"

"what do you mean 'oops!'," you hiss, leaning back in your seat as you cross your arms. "this entire time i've been dealing with my feelings for you only to find out that you've been telling people we've been together this entire time!"

"well is it too late to ask you to accept all our hangouts these past few months as dates?" he asks cheekily, grinning at your confession. you huff at his words, softening slightly when he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. "please?"

"fine," you mutter, squeaking when he leans up to press a kiss to your cheek. the laughs from shoko and suguru remind you that the two of you aren't alone, and you feel your cheeks heat up when the realization that they've witnessed everything hits.

"well," you start, raising your gaze to finally address shoko's original comment about your (new?) relationship. your breath catches in your throat when satoru lifts your joined hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and earning a smug smile from suguru. "i gotta say, i'm also very glad that the two of us are dating."

satoru snorts at your words, and you roll your eyes as he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. his gaze doesn't leave you as he speaks, even though his words are also in response to shoko.

"yeah, i'm definitely happier."

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[inkedells]

plushie au joel based off peppers by lana del rey? him braiding reader's hair while they fuck around... pls pls pls

oh jesus this is so hot i truly hope i did this scenario justice

A/N: part 4 of my plushie series!!!! this request happened to be a combination of two other requests i already had, so i figured i might as well do this one and kill two birds with one stone! enjoy loviessss (also i started a taglist! link is at the end)

words: ~800

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Straddling Joel’s lap with your back to him, clutching your favorite plushie as Joel sat settled between the rest.

“What’d you need, baby?” Joel muttered just above a breath as he set aside the book he was reading, “Sat here for a reason, didn’t you?”

You felt him play with the hem of your miniskirt, fingers inching the fabric higher up your ass. The action made your hips jerk forward in an effort to avoid his fleeting touch, and admittedly, to alleviate some of the pressure building deep within you.

“Joel…” You whispered, hands intensely gripping his knees, “I need help.”

“Oh, honey,” Joel continued, voice still as low as possible, “If you need me to play with your pussy just say so.”

“No—Well, yes, but no… I needed help braiding my hair.”

Joel hummed, then breathed a short laugh. “Well I hope you don’t mind messing around while I do it. Braiding my sweet girl’s hair while she rubs up on me, hm? How does that sound?”

“I like that,” You nodded eagerly, settling further back against him as you clutched your plushie harder, moaning when you felt his hardness press against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

Your back arched as a tremble overtook you at the intensity of it all—the sweetness of Joel’s fingers in your hair, each subtle pull on your scalp as he braided it, and the warning tugs he would give your hair when the roll of your hips slowed too much.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be shy.” Joel whispered, his left arm momentarily wrapping around your waist to pull you even further back against him, “Grind on it a little harder, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

You nodded in compliance, little whines combining with your labored breathing as you let Joel’s clothed cock repeatedly slide against you with great pressure.

“Mhm, just like that. Keep rubbin’ back and forth, that’s all. Then when I’m done with your little braid and you’re done making me feel good, we’ll go downstairs and make sure everyone sees how fuckin’ pretty you look.”

You sighed shakily, imagining what it would be like parading around wearing your braid, knowing that you and Joel were the only two people who knew its dirty origin.

“Please,” You whined, eyes squeezed shut as you rubbed against his crotch.

“You gonna cum?”

You mewled as you nodded. Joel took that as his cue to begin rambling the most depraved things he could think of. It was safe to say he knew exactly what effect his words had on you.

“Gonna get me all wet? Get my jeans all wet? See, when one of my friends asks me what that dark spot on my crotch is, y’know what I’ll tell him? I’ll say, my best friend’s little girl did that. Came all over these jeans while she held her stuffie, and yet she still thinks she has the right to act all shy around me.”

He breathed a humorless laugh then, before finally releasing your hair as he finished the braid. He then turned you around, smirking when your hooded eyes and slack jaw finally came into view. Taking advantage of your slow, malleable state, he moved one of his hands to grip your jaw and hold you still as he subtly rocked you up and down with each press of his hips against yours. You were fully aware that your panties were soaked, so you assumed Joel’s pants were, too. You liked it that way—You liked leaving your mark on him, however temporary it may have been.

You were close. Your pace had become animalistic at that point, your top hiked up above your breasts as you squeezed them together and played with your nipples. One thrust forward, then two, then three, and you were doubling over as your orgasm hit you in waves.

“Joel…” You begged, voice hoarse from arousal. “Want… Want your cum in me—Please. Please, please, plea—”

“Throat or pussy?” He asked, pride evident on his face from how badly you wanted him.

You had to think for a moment. “Throat, my throat, wanna taste it.”

He maneuvered you onto your back, then moved to straddle your chest with his weight hovering above you as he pulled his cock out of the tight confines of his jeans. He rapidly began jerking himself, torso convulsing as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Mouth open, baby girl,” He ordered quickly, a satisfied noise leaving him when you instinctively stuck your tongue out, too.

Hot white cum spurted onto your tongue and face in bursts, pulling the most unabashed whines out of you. When the ropes stopped coming, you closed your mouth and swished Joel’s cum around before opening your mouth again and showing him.

“Jesus… go ahead, honey, swallow.”

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[lu-is-not-ok]

Since full stop hong lu has been released, is there anything about his voicelines and such that intrigues you?

Funny you ask about that, because yesterday I was going positively insane over his voicelines! :)

First I'll start with the more 'normal' thing that hit me, before moving on to the 'voice acting autism' parts.

This fucking line. Oh my god. This not only continues Hong Lu's thing with death and its meaning, but I believe it's also a reference to this line from Liwei in Ruina.

And well. Guess what. This is the two in one blog. This is where I make everything about two in one. And Full Stop Hong Lu's line combined with this context? It feels like a Daiyuism to me. Very Flower Burial, musing on the inevitability of death and how in the end it doesn't really matter. Flowers fall. People perish. And neither of them know.

...Okay now we get to the insane parts.

I don't talk about this often, mainly because it's hard to discuss in a text format, but I really, really enjoy picking apart the voice acting in Limbus. Like, not only is it Really Fucking Good, but some of the deliveries genuinely feel so nuanced that I can't help but see if I can dig deeper. And the following bits are thus more about the voice acting behind the lines rather than the text itself. Bear with me here. Tumblr doesn't like .wav files so I'll be linking directly to them in the Organized Assets folder.

First, there's the Afternoon Greeting line.

Note how in the last sentence, Hong Lu's voice has a moment where it wavers. A nervous laugh-like tremble. I don't speak Korean so I can't tell what exact word is being focused on with that moment, but it's notable since I don't believe any other ID has anything like that happen in a random casual voiceline.

I find that tremble interesting because it implies there's some sort of rising emotion behind that. Something about the realization that in reality Hong Lu's wealth means things that are considered expensive to some are really more than affordable to him makes him briefly stumble verbally.

We know that most Hong Lus, to put it bluntly, try their fucking hardest to ignore their reality. So I can't help but wonder if this admission of awareness, this forced lack of ignorance, is what's throwing him off? He can't exactly pretend like what is normal to him is normal to everyone when the chasm between him and others is staring him right in the face.

Ok, now for the thing that's been making me properly lose my mind for the past. Uh. However long this fuckass ID has been out for SFGHHGF.

There is a very, VERY notable difference between Full Stop Hong Lu's voice lines out of combat, and the ones in combat.

Compare his Deployment voiceline (casual, out of combat voice) to his Stage Entry voiceline (in combat voice).

This is, yet again, a voice direction choice exclusive to this ID.

Full Stop Hong Lu's out of combat lines keep the same traits as his voice in most other cases. Higher register, with a notable lilt to his speech. Hong Lu's voice tends to subtly shift at ends of his sentences, usually rising, and there's often a rhythm to how he speaks, causing his voice to have a sort of sing-songy quality to it that adds to his innocent and unaware vibe, as if he's got his head in the clouds.

This changes completely with Full Stop Hong Lu's in combat lines. Not only are they in lower register, said in a much more assertive tone, but the lilt in his voice is completely gone. The delivery for these is comparably monotone, methodical. It makes him sound like a completely different character, doesn't it?

Now, Full Stop Hong Lu isn't the only ID that has a voice line with that kind of delivery shift. Yurodivy Hong Lu's Skill 3 and K Corp Hong Lu's Commencing Attack voice lines are very similar if not the same kind of voice. However, unlike Full Stop Hong Lu's case, this shift is not consistent for those two. Full Stop Hong Lu however sticks to this tone for the entirety of his in combat lines, and I find that fascinating.

Man really just fucking Locks In.

[slut4thebroken]

Promise

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | He’s a perv and lowkey a bad friend lol

Warnings | Smut, technically non con, masturbating, objectification, degradation, misogyny?, perv neil (again).

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | Ty to whoever sent the ask for this 🙌 Also this is barely proofread btw

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“Give me a sec, I need to finish getting dressed.” You said, with only your head in the frame. Your hair was still wet so you must have just gotten out of the shower. He smiled and watched your head disappear, listening to the sound of clothes rustling until you were finally sitting down in front of your computer. “Hi.” You said through a breath of exertion from rushing to get dressed. 

“Hi.” He chuckled, but it trailed off when he noticed your top. You were wearing a very tight, very low cut tank top and no bra— He knew because he could just barely see your nipples poking through the fabric. 

“How was your day?” You asked and he had to force his gaze to move back to your face, finding a small smile on your lips. 

“Same as always. Went to work, came home. Nothing new.” He shrugged. “What about you? You were telling me about something earlier over text,”

“Right..” You groaned, already getting annoyed again at just the reminder of it. “You know that one coworker I hate?” 

“Yeah.” He chuckled quietly. 

“Well, she was there today.” You said bitterly, then started droning on about what happened. Honestly, he couldn’t listen to a word you were saying. He was watching your tits through the screen as his cock started fattening up in his pants— In his defense though… he hasn’t touched himself in like.. two days. So it’s only natural he’d get worked up so easily— especially because it’s you. He palmed his bulge beneath the camera, being careful not to move his arm too much. 

He waited as long as he could… Honestly, he did. 

“Hang on, I gotta turn my camera off really quick. I’m still listening though.”

“Okay.” You said, thinking nothing of it. He turned the camera off and you continued talking, gesturing with your hands, making your tits move in a way that had his mouth watering. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock and immediately started stroking it. His eyes fluttered shut and he bit his lip to stifle a moan as his head fell back. 

He was barely listening to your words, just wanting to hear your sweet voice and imagine you were saying something else instead… something far dirtier. Wanting to watch you again, he leaned his head back up and opened his eyes to study your face. Your lips looked so pink and pouty, and so fucking kissable— it drove him crazy. 

“Neil..” You called out, snapping him out of his trance. 

“Yeah?” He cleared his throat when he heard how raspy it already was. 

“I asked if you were listening.” You giggled— fucking giggled. 

“Sorry… I promise I am now.” It was so hard to talk with his cock in his hand, throbbing with need. 

“Why can’t you turn your camera on?” You suddenly asked, making him freeze. He never thought you’d actually confront him about it…

“I- Uh… I spilled soda all over myself and I’m still trying to clean it up, while being mostly nude… I can turn it back on if you want.” He said suggestively. 

“Okay okay, sorry.” You laughed, then continued talking. “Oh- I wanted to show you what I got the other day. It reminded me of you.” You smiled and then stood up, making his jaw drop. The tank top didn’t even reach your belly button and the shorts you were wearing rested low on your hips. 

When you turned around, he choked on a moan and squeezed the base of his cock, trying not to come right then and there. No wonder the shorts were so low… If you pulled them up any higher, they’d expose more than just the very bottom of your ass. You must not have heard him because you walked a few more steps to your bookcase, then started looking for the mystery object. His hand had a mind of its own and started stroking again as he watched your hips sway while you looked through different drawers and shelves. 

You bent down to look through the bottom half, sticking your ass out as if you were teasing him on purpose. He cursed under his breath when he could just barely see the outline of your pussy in the skin tight shorts. When you leaned back up, the fabric was even higher up on your ass now and when you turned around to walk back to the computer, he saw that your tank top shifted as well, exposing more of your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. They jiggled as you sat back down in the chair.  

“Are you sure you’re listening?” He suddenly heard through the trance he was in.  

“Mhm.. just keep talking. Promise I’m listening.” He tried not to say the words through a moan. 

“Okay…” You said skeptically, but continued anyway. He was enjoying the view of your tits, but he desperately wanted to see your ass again, so he bit his lip and tried to think of a way to get you out of the chair again. 

He waited until you were done talking before asking, “Is that thing up there new?” Your brows furrowed and you turned around to see what he was talking about. 

“The figurine thing? I guess yeah. You haven’t been over in a while.” 

“Can I see it?” You smiled and agreed and he watched you stand up and turn around, only letting you take two steps before stopping you. “Wait,” You froze and turned back around, leaning down into the frame so he could see your face. 

“What?” The way you were bent over exposed even more of your tits and he stifled a groan at the sight. 

“Nevermind, sorry.” He chuckled, playing it off. You seemed suspicious but eventually leaned back up and turned around to continue walking. You got up on your toes and reached up, making your tank top raise even more, now showing your entire lower back. He imagined seeing that when he had you bent over instead, squirming and moaning under him until he came on the cute little dimples you have. 

“I used a stool to get it up here.” You laughed, dropping your heels, making your ass bounce, and twisting around to face the computer. 

“It looks like you’re almost there.” 

“Really?” You turned back around and looked up, then started reaching again, making little groans of effort that had his cock throbbing. 

“Try jumping.” 

“Neil, do you have to see it?” You huffed, already getting tired of this. “Can’t you just wait until the next time you come over?” 

“But I want to see it now.” He made sure to make his pout show in his tone since you couldn’t see his face. You let out a loud, exaggerated groan in response, but kept trying. The first time you jumped, your fingers almost brushed it. He watched in awe and cursed under his breath at the way your ass moved when you landed. Is that how it would move when he plowed into you from behind? 

You jumped again, just barely touching it. When you landed, you pulled your top down, embarrassed by how much of your midriff was showing. Neil muted his computer for a moment, needing to let out the sounds while you couldn’t see that he turned his sound off. 

The tip of his cock was completely red now, pulsing and twitching in his hand as he neared his orgasm. He moaned loudly when you jumped again and his hips bucked up into his hand. 

“Fuuuck..” He groaned, tilting his head back, but not too far so that he could still see the screen. When you jumped again, you finally grabbed it and he turned the audio back on as you walked over. Just before sitting, you pulled your tank top down again when you noticed how much of your stomach was showing. You didn’t seem to mind that the added coverage on your stomach was at the expense of the coverage on your tits. Or you just didn’t know. 

You started talking about the figurine and where you got it, and he let out little uh huh’s or grunts in response. He genuinely had no idea what you were saying, but there wasn’t even a small part of him that cared. You put it down and suddenly stretched your arms up, leaning back in the chair to stretch your back with a low moan. 

He felt his balls tighten up instantly and he got to his feet, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. He rapidly fisted his cock as you leaned back up, your top even lower now. With a stifled groan, his orgasm finally crashed over him. Rope after rope of come painted the computer screen, right on your tits. 

“Neil?” You asked, but he couldn’t talk, not when his body was literally shaking from the intensity of the pleasure. “Are you okay?” He started panting quietly as he stroked the last bead of come out, then released his cock. 

“Yeah.” He said through a breath, flopping back down onto the chair. His cock was still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, especially when he saw your come covered tits though the screen. 

“Are you sure?” You were so cute when you got all concerned like this. So cute, but so dumb. 

“Promise.” 

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two-pack habit & a motel tan

pairing: lucien flores x f!reader word count: 1,712 warnings: M | spoilers? cigarettes, alcohol, angsty in parts, aside from being noted as having breasts no other descriptions of reader estimated reading time: 7 minutes summary: no matter how hard you try, you find yourself coming back every time ao3: linked

A/N: Honestly, not sure what I'm doing as I know nothing about this movie and character other than those tiny clips from yesterday. I tagged it spoilers, but really this is a stab in the dark, because while writing this, this could have easily been Dieter, so who knows? Hopefully you enjoy this!

two-pack habit & a motel tan.

The room was dark, the only light that came was from the street lights outside. The cheap gaudy curtains disturbed by the forced air from the air conditioner unit swung lazily casting shadows across the green shag carpet. On the small round table beneath the window sat two empty bottles of beer and an overflowing ashtray, a cigarette hung on its lip, its embers still glowing despite being disregarded. The television flickered on a muted late-night talk show, its dull illumination serving only to highlight the lingering haze of smoke in the air. 

Lucien was sprawled out on the creaky bed, barefoot with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His dark brown curls were tousled, his dark eyes staring into nothingness as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

The click of the bathroom door opening drew his attention as you walked out, damp hair and wearing an oversized t-shirt that had seen better days, one that you had stuffed in your bag earlier that afternoon on your way out. Lucien’s eyes followed the trail of water droplets that traced your collarbone and disappeared beneath the threadbare and distressed collar of the shirt.

He sat up, patting the space next to him, inviting you to join him on the bed. You hesitated for a moment before relenting, moving across the room and climbing onto the bed knee first.

“Feel better?” He inhaled deeply before turning his head to exhale the smoke from his cigarette, all the while his gaze had followed the line of your bare legs.

You nodded, settling in next to him. He took one more drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it out. Turning back to you, his hand, warm and calloused settled on your thigh just below the hem of your shirt. 

“Don’t know why you bothered to get dressed doll,” his smokey voice intoned as he moved his hand an inch higher, this thumb tracing patterns on your skin as his other hand played with the chain around his neck, running the St. Anthony charm between his fingers out of habit. 

His dark eyes met yours, a playful challenge in their depths. You looked away, your heart pounding in your ears, trying to remember the reasons why you’d said this wasn’t going to originally happen in the first place.

“Luce,” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh that was laced with a tinge of bitterness.

“You’re going to tell me this is a bad idea again, right?” he said cynically as his fingers continued to draw meaningless shapes on your skin. 

He leaned back against the worn headboard, pulling you with him and over to straddle his waist.

“You know it is,” you murmured but made no move to escape his grip, your hands instinctively settling on his chest. His heart beating rapidly beneath your touch, echoing the beat of your own. 

He raised his eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, “Yeah, but we’re not exactly known for making good decisions now are we?” His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the oversized shirt, making your breath hitch in your chest. His fingers not finding the material of your panties at your hips he gave you an almost smug impressed look, “Well, this is certainly a surprise.”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you leant down, yours meeting his. The lack of underwear had been a conscious one despite your reservations about even being in that motel room, to begin with. He let out a low groan into your mouth, as his fingers traced a path up your side. His thumb brushed the underside of your breast, causing you to gasp. He laughed, a deep warm sound that vibrated against your lips.

You tanged your fingers in his already tousled curls as his traced their way back down your sides, his hands cupping your bare hips. The feel of the denim of his jeans licked at your core and you couldn’t ignore the surge of desire that pooled in your belly. The scent of his cigarettes on the air, intertwined with the taste on his lips, unspoken promises hung heavy between the two of you, your hips buckled in an all too familiar motion seeking release.

His lips moved from yours, tracing a fiery path over your jaw and down your neck. You tilted your head back, allowing him better access as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses over your skin.

“Jesus, you are so—” he sucked in a breath as your fingers with reluctance left his hair and slid underneath the barely buttoned-up silk shirt, your nails dragging up his torso to his chest, “maddening,” he murmured when he found his voice.

“I could say the same about you,” you retorted as you pulled his shirt up and over his head.

When you got his text that afternoon you knew where it would lead, it was an all too familiar path you couldn’t help but revisit again and again. For all his flaws, Lucien was a magnet that drew you in, each time harder than before.

His chest bared, the dim light from the nightstand lamp cast a soft glow between the two of you. Your fingers traced the fine outline of the chains around his neck until they reached the pendant that lay below the hollow of his throat. As you looked at St. Anthony, the irony was not lost on you. He was the patron saint of those who were lost, and here he was standing between you and the man who you continuously found yourself drawn back to, despite your many attempts to distance yourself from him altogether.

His lips found yours again, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, teasing as you tried to go in for another kiss. His hand snaked up your back, coming to rest at your neck, his thumb massaging your nape. His thumb pressed in just the right spot that managed to undo you and have you mewing in response. He grinned with the knowledge that he knew your body better than anyone else ever could, better perhaps even than you knew yourself.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice husky as he toyed with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Tell me you want this,” he lifted your shirt, pushing it up to your chest before you took over and pulled it over your head. His brown eyes appeared even darker with his pupils blown wide with anticipation.

“I want this,” you said meeting his gaze, your voice barely above a whisper before in one swift movement he rolled you onto your back. 

His hands roamed your body freely now, tracing all too familiar patterns they knew so well; the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the softness of your thighs.

As his lips met yours once more, your fingers traced the waistband of his jeans making short work of the button and fly. He groaned when you freed him from the confines of the denim, taking your time to run your hand appreciatively up and down his length, a low, throaty sound that made your heart skip a beat.

You knew that this should be the last time, but you weren’t trying to fool yourself. You knew there’d be another. It was a constant push and pull between the two of you that was years in at this point. There’d be no way the two of you could make a relationship out of what fractured pieces this already was, but you knew the minute he’d call, you’d come running. You knew it and he knew it, and as his warmth enveloped you, you couldn’t find it in your heart to care.

[roosterforme]

PARTY ROCKIN' 🤘🏼✨

- Rooster (DUH)

- "You are doing so well"

- Spanking

I'm kicking off the Smutsational Smutfest with this ask! Let's take a little glimpse into the future with Roo and Baby Girl (especially since their wedding is coming up soon!)

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for a Padres game with your husband and your parents. You sat with your fingers linked with your husband's while he played with your rings.

"Dad, you're supposed to be on a diet," you reminded your father while he ordered two more hot dogs from one of the vendors. 

"Aww, let him have some fun," Bradley said. "He's on vacation for the week."

You rolled your eyes at your husband. "You're not helping, Roo."

Your mom just shook her head. "Your father has no self discipline."

Bradley leaned in close to your ear and kissed you before whispering. "Is that where you get it from, Baby Girl?"

You quickly turned toward his smirking face. "I have plenty of self discipline," you told him defiantly. "Except when it comes to one thing." You let your hand drift up his thigh slowly as you turned toward the baseball game, feigning interest in the player up to bat. And then you gently palmed Bradley's cock through his jeans and squeezed. 

He grunted, but he didn't move your hand away. Rather, he said probably loud enough for your parents to hear, "Do I need to discipline you right now?"

That's exactly how you ended up in the family bathroom, with your jeans and panties pushed down around your thighs and your hands planted on your knees. 

"You can't keep your hands to yourself in public, can you?" Bradley asked, rubbing his large hand along your ass and down to your pussy before spanking you hard.

"No, Daddy," you whined, wiggling your butt back toward him for some more. 

He spanked you again. "What's your punishment for grabbing my cock in front of your parents?"

You moaned so loudly, the sound echoed off the tiled walls. "Spanking," you answered, but it really wasn't a punishment at all. You knew it, and Bradley knew it, too. 

As his palm connected with your sensitive flesh over and over, you bit your lip to keep quiet. 

"You are doing so well, Baby Girl. You ready for me to fuck you now?"

"Pease, Daddy!" you nearly shouted, and then he was inside you.

He wasn't going slow or trying to make you feel good, he was just fucking you hard and fast. Which was definitely working for you. 

"You're always so fucking wet for me," he growled, hands wrapped tight around your hips. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the small space, along with his panting and your soft whimpers. 

"I need it, Daddy," you gasped, voice getting higher as you felt the first squeeze of your pussy around his thick cock. 

You grabbed your knees tighter as he said, "I'm going to fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum. And you'll keep it inside you for the rest of the day." His palm landed on your butt one more time, and then you were spiraling into your orgasm as he came in your pussy. 

A moment later, when his semen was soaking through your lace panties and coating the inside of your jeans, you opened the door. The line of unamused people waiting for the restroom had you and Bradley laughing as he wrapped his arm around you. 

"That was fun, Roo," you said with a grin, placing a kiss on his neck. "I really learned my lesson, too."

"No, you didn't," he whispered, squeezing your waist and making you giggle. "You're a brat, Sweetheart. A brat who I hope I can say I knocked up at a Padres game."

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I hope you loved it @mak-32

[novelizt]

ENDEARMENTS ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

GENRE ➺ fluff, established relationship

WC ➺ 1.4k

SYNOPSIS ➺ lockwood doesn't understand why you bend when he uses terms of endearments on you.

DISCLAIMER ➺ implied non-brit! gender-neutral! reader. + usage of an assortment of pet names (they usually call each other 'bee')

NOTE ➺ to any brits out there—yes, us normies are heavily affected by 'darling' and 'love'. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

He knew that he shouldn't abuse his power like this but he didn't have much of a choice. You had been ignoring him for the past five hours . . . over serving your morning coffee in the wrong mug.

Lockwood was a brave guy. You, alone, had the ability to make him scared of approaching you. He hoped for the best when he had strut up to you in your reading chair and wrapped his arms around you.

You stiffened in his arms but he persevered, placing his chin on your shoulder. He saw your lips turn taut, ready to frown and shoo him away, until...

"I'm sorry, my darling. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

He wasn't sure whether it was the apology or the overplayed endearment, but you had laxed in his hold. Allowing yourself to lean into his chest and kiss his cheek.

"It's okay, bee. I'm not mad anymore."

He had a hard time believing that, but when you put your book down to give him full body hug? He forgot all about his worries.

—

It wasn't everyday that Lockwood allowed himself a vacation. So, when you won a free trip to Rome, you had to bring him along.

What you didn't expect was for him to be so enthusiastic about living the tourist life. He had even bought a camera for the sole purpose of capturing your moments.

Travi Fountain was something you've been dying to see for ages but a run-in with a scammer had soured your mood. You were cross-armed and pouty-lipped for most of your walk-about.

"Come on, bee, just one picture. You've been telling me about this place for months now," Lockwood reasoned. He took your hand, stubbornly holding on.

"I'm not in the mood, bee," you grumble, shaking your linked hands. He wouldn't let go of you, even if you tried.

"We'll see about that."

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he said sweetly, then raised the camera to his eye; adjusting the focus to capture you, your linked hands, and the opulent fountain. "Smile for me, angel."

The frustration on your face melted, giving way to a timid smile that instantly brightened your face. He wasn't content yet. Lockwood was trying to coax his favorite smile out of you. "My love, I need you to show your pretty teeth, please. Oh— yes, smile just like that. That's exactly what I was looking for."

He mirrored your radiant smile. He couldn't help it. He took a few more shots and basked in your laugh for a few more glowing moments before lowering the camera.

"You got what you wanted now, Mr. Lockwood," you stepped closer, clearly in a higher spirits. You even pressed a chaste kiss on his chin as he viewed the photos.

"That, I did." He grinned, skin golden from the sinking sun. He placed a gratifying kiss on your temple then one on your knuckles. "You're perfect as always, my darling."

He should have taken a photo of you then, all red-cheeked and sun-kissed, but that would have to be a memory just for him. He had no qualms about that.

—

"You should be asleep," he tutted. His voice was low but his tone was reprimanding. Beneath that was a hint of petulance, like a child that didn't get his way.

You worked in the dining room under a lamp you had bought from a yard sale, like you routinely do. Not usually at ungodly hours like this. Judging by his pout, he wasn't pleased.

Lockwood had gone to bed hours ago, expecting you to follow soon after. Now, the hours were closer to the morning and your side of the bed was still cold.

You looked up, giving him a weak smile to try and placate his attitude. He looked so soft with bed-disheveled hair. You could see a sliver of pale skin as he lifted his shirt to scratch his belly. You absolutely melted while he softened at your sunken eyes. Only you could look so cute and sleep-deprived at the same time.

You lifted your notes to show him how much research you'd covered. "I can figure this out. I feel it. Just a bit more."

"Angel, baby," he started towards you. The terms had caught your attention. Your body faced his and your hands fell away from the case files you sprawled all over the place. "you need rest."

"I still have energy," you replied. You tried to resist his charms but you ended up giving in as he held his hands out.

He helped you to your feet, keeping one hand entangled with yours and the other drifting to your waist. With a sleepy smile, he requested: "Dance with me, my heart."

Lockwood claimed he didn't have much of a voice but, that night, he carried a tune like he was made to. The melody of 'Once Upon A Dream' drifts about you as he waltzed you across the kitchen, seducing you into a state of calm.

Your heart soared, you hummed along and you found yourself falling into the abyss that was Anthony Lockwood. As time danced on, you stepped closer and closer; your feet began to slow, and you finally set your head on his shoulder. Slowly but surely, he lulled you to sleep.

When your eyes fluttered shut and your weight shifted, he brought a careful hand under your knees and picked you up. With the litheness of a feather, Lockwood took you to bed and blessed your head with a kiss before he turned out the lights. He wished you a wonderful dream then drifted off himself. Content to be resting with you in close proximity; Your hands curled into his shirt to keep him close while his slipped under yours to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.

When the sun broke through the curtains, he made sure to cover you with his frame and uncharacteristically asked George and Lucy to take the morning off so you could catch a few extra hours of sleep.

In his groggy haze, his hands drifted higher beneath your shirt, resting on your upper back to pull you even closer. You tucked your head under his chin, and, in that moment, all was well in the world.

—

It became clear to him how weak you were to his endearments.

You nearly dropped your morning coffee when he called you 'my darling'. You tripped on air when he asked you to pass him a note after he called you 'my love'. Your face did an endearing sort of pout when he called you 'my heart'. But he found that you're weakest when he calls you, "dearest."

Your attention was snapped away from your favorite book. Your eyes swirled with question and also elation—like a child on Christmas day. A smile was on your lips for no apparent reason and he couldn't help but smile back.

"Yes, bee?" you inquired innocently, your rapt attention on him. You looked every bit like a fantasy come to life, and you hadn't even brushed your hair. It's was a blessing that he could capture your heart with a simple term.

"Nothing," he said, smile growing. "You just look beautiful, heart."

He took the space beside you. You leaned into his side like it was second nature. His arm draped over your waist and his chin propped on your shoulder, ready to read along with you.

"Thank you," you replied. After a moment of contemplation, you add, "dearest."

It felt like an arrow was shot through his heart. His vain attempt to back a kiddy giggle was the least of his worries. It striked him then, why smiling seemed to be your first reaction to an endearment. When they came from you, it made his heart do ludicrous things. He was weak for you, and by the looks of it, he was too far gone to turn back.

Not that he would turn back. He'd like you to call him 'dearest' again. Preferably, for the rest of his life.

NOTE ➺ He's been haunting me lately. I've already have another fic in the works—he won't leave my mind!!

Any who, feel free to leave feedback and don't feel shy to reblog!! Bless the world with more thoughts of Anthony Lockwood ✨

⌠ @novelizt 2023 ⌡

[steventhusiast]

IM LATE BUT LIKE WHATEVER i just decided im gonna try and commit to @steddie-week so DAY 1: somebody to love by queen

--

when steve and eddie first tell the party about their relationship, a lot of them are a little confused. especially nancy. at first glance, the pair makes no sense at all.

steve is a soft soul that really enjoys basketball. he was a jock in high school, and doesn't really have any higher ambition in life than to make enough money to live and be with his loved ones. his favourite artists are the likes of tears for fears and abba. the hobbies he's most committed to are baking sweet treats and watching reality tv with claudia henderson.

and then there's eddie, who in a lot of ways is the antithesis to that.

he almost exclusively wears dark clothes that look three days away from falling apart, he despises sport. he was an outcast in high school, and even though he barely made it to graduation (a few years later than he should've) he is full to the brim of ideas and big ambitions. he's pretentious about music, hates pop and loves metal music. and he's a nerd.

they don't have much in common, so nancy's surprised they work as friends let alone as a couple. then again, she doesn't know eddie too well past what she's already said.

so her and a lot of the party don't really get it at first. until they're having a party over summer break, and everyone's out in the hopper-byers backyard watching hopper grill burgers for everyone and there's music playing through speakers somewhere.

the younger party members are all excitedly chatting amongst themselves, and the teens are sat leaning back on the grass. eddie and steve aren't cuddling for once, settling for linking pinkies as they lean back on their hands.

the song that was playing ends, and a new song starts. freddie mercury's voice starts singing, and nancy doesn't think she's ever seen steve move so fast in all her years of knowing him.

"can anybody find me somebody to love?"

freddie mercury is barely on the second word of that first line when steve and eddie's heads whip around to be facing each other. twin grins are on their faces, and they've jumped up together by the time the first line's over. steve seems to lose steam as he realises a lot of the party are now looking at them incredulously, and his cheeks suddenly have a red tint to them.

eddie immediately grabs steve's hands and starts dramatically serenading him. if nancy thought eddie was a little dramatic from overhearing mike retelling hellfire club anecdotes, she thinks he's extremely dramatic now she's seen his antics in the flesh.

he's gently swinging his and steve's hands as he encourages steve to dance with him. steve just smiles at his boyfriend, a little shy and a lot fond, but eddie's not put off in the slightest. he keeps gently pulling at steve's hands until steve gives in and starts moving to the music with him.

by the time the first verse is over, steve's almost as into it as eddie is, and nancy has never steve like this.

"i work hard, every day of my life." eddie sings along loudly, and steve sings the other part.

"he works hard." he sings softly with a smile.

his confidence amps up as the song goes on, and his dance moves get more and more ridiculous and less restrained as eddie encourages him and laughs with him as they sing. by the time it gets to the instrumental break, the entire party is watching them with smiles and singing along in some way.

the steve nancy dated would never be caught dead doing something like this, but here current steve is, back to back with eddie as they both dramatically play the air guitar. nancy looks toward robin to see if she's as shocked as she is at this display. but robin is just rolling her eyes, like she sees antics like this on the daily. she shakes her head at something dustin says to her, and then yells at the couple.

"i thought you promised to stop doing this every time this song came on?" she tries to look annoyed as she yells over the song, but fails massively.

steve stops his dramatics for a second, and points at her dramatically.

"you asking us to do that is exactly why i am doing this in front of everyone." he claims, and gets a (subtle, because everyone respects joyce) middle finger in return from robin.

"his pettiness knows no bounds, buckley, you should know this! you can only take so much of the mean girl out of the jock." eddie adds on, and that gets the pair another middle finger.

steve throws his head back as he laughs, and nancy smiles at him. he looks a lot happier than she's seen him in a long time. probably happier than she's ever seen him, actually.

"find me, find me, find me love."

as the last little bit of the song plays out, and steve and eddie dramatically fall on top of robin to dog pile her, nancy decides that maybe steve and eddie do make sense.

even in seemingly polar opposites, there is common ground.

--

-> day two

[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT ౨ৎ KTR

025 𖤐 😭cong😭ra😭tu😭la😭tions😭

✸ SYNOPSIS ! : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

604 wc, not proofread

"You bought me flowers? And a bunny plush too? " You beamed at Taerae as you stared in awe at the two items nestled in your hands. Taerae shook his head, "It's nothing. This is the least I could do to make up for my missing third date. "

You linked your arms with his and leaned up to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before pulling away. Taerae paused, heads cloudy at your unexpected advances.

He swore his mind went all blank right here and there as he struggled to form a response at you, cheeks rosy and stuttering. Thank goodness for the thin masks you guys wore for preventing a direct skin-to-skin contact. Or he might just die of heart attack on this street!

"You— you shouldn't do things unexpectedly! " His eyes widened the higher his voice got. You only smiled cheekily and feigned innocence. "Why not? "

"Nothing. Let's get going. " His reply was short and flat. You unconsciously pouted slightly; dissatisfied that you cannot see him more flustered than he already was. Taerae, despite seeing your pout however did not wavered— not even a bit.

"You don't even know where we're going today. " You pointed out.

"Well then show me the way! "

The first stop was a Lego shop. Giselle had told you to take Taerae somewhere with his interests. And you still remember those days where he would excitedly dial your number asking if he can come over to your house and unbox his new Lego set together.

The spark in Taerae's eyes told you that you have chosen your place well. He wasted no seconds as he immediately dragged you inside to show you his current favourite Lego sets in his wishlist. "Go buy anything you want, it's on me. "

His eyes wandered around the store figuring out what he should get today. Once he found what he liked, he clasped your hand tighter in his and brought you over to the counter.

"A customised Lego? " Taerae nodded, his eyes crinkling into crescents. You had expected Taerae to pick up an expensive set, not this. "Are you sure you want this and not the dragon we saw near the entrance? " You questioned once again to make sure he was being serious but was only met with another nod.

"This way, we can customise our Lego character however we want! " His tone that resembled a kid in a candy store made it hard for you to say no. So you went along with him.

"Well there are not really any clothing that I prefer here... " You trailed off, creating a small pout on Taerae's mouth. "but I can make it work! " And there he went smiling again.

Gosh, it felt like you were babysitting a kid.

A hearty lunch and random souvenirs later, you found yourself and Taerae laughing and giggling in a photobooth machine along the way. You had taken three photostrips together already and was working on the fourth when Taerae gently called for your name.

"Yes? " You hummed and turned your head towards his after choosing the setting you wanted. "Y/n, you know how much I like you, right? "

The countdown started.

"Of course I do. I hope you know that I like you just as much. "

3,

"Then you wouldn't mind it if I were to this? "

2,

You blinked, processing his words. "Do what? "

1,

And suddenly his lips were on yours. His lips were gentle and had a few cracks. He also tasted like the hotpot you both had for lunch but you didn't mind it, as long as you get to kiss him.

He pulled away after a few seconds, the camera shuttering in the background.

"Hey so about that— hmphh— "

You cupped his cheek with one hand and pulled him back into another kiss. Unlike him who kissed you gently, you kissed him with more vigour not wanting to let him go.

Your photostrip might be ruined by now. But at the moment, you both had nothing on your minds aside from each other. And you thought that is all that matters.

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Starry, Starry Night

Pairing(s): Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & Reader Warnings: mention and description of suicide, alcohol and medication abuse, reference to organ donation, retching, nausea, major character death Wordcount: 1.5k Summary: Kyle picks up your call. AO3 Link: Right here! <3

A/N: Please check out the tags before you read this one.

Full fic is under the cut <3

“Mmmh, hello?”

The words feel heavy on your uncoordinated tongue as the line picks up.

“Hello, my name is Kyle. What’s going on tonight?”

Your heart drops for a second, and something like guilt stirs in your inhibited rational. He sounds young, not like the older individuals who usually work the hotlines. Young, with years left to relive this conversation. You sluggishly pull the phone away, thumb hovering over the end button, but his voice trails out the small speaker again with more concern this time.

“Hello?”

Fuck it. Won’t be your problem soon.

You slur out your name for the man on the other end, and he repeats it back. “Alright, and are you under the influence of any substances right now?”

“Fuckin’ all of them,” you grin, trying to keep up with how the stars swirl into vortexes against their black canvas. “Tryna – tryin’ to get a fatal concoct – hehe, cock – uhh, concoction in me. Poison in my tummy, yum.”

The confused snort he lets out tugs at your lips, and you can’t help the giggle bubbling up from your chest. “All of them?” He echoes, and you hear the familiar click click click of keys.

“S’not all of ‘em, tricked you. Jus’ alcohol, my medication, and uh… some shit a friend left in my car. Like a bottle of spirits, an’ ‘bout a thousand ‘n four hundred milligrams? Dunno what the other shit was, tasted bad.”

There’s silence for a moment as you listen to the clacking of keys again.

“I’m going to ask something a bit bluntly, okay?”

You make an agreeable noise, waiting for the question.

“Is this a suicide attempt?”

“F’it’s just an attempt, I’m gonna be so fuckin’ mad,” you mutter, cringing at the aching pulsating through your body.

There’s a moment where you hear him murmur something, and then he’s back at the line. “Can you tell me where you are right now?”

Realisation flickers in you, prompting your eyes open. “Ahhhhh, s’why I called, yeah.” He types again rapidly as you mumble the location. “Guess someone’s gotta find me, right? Better a professional than some – some poor fuckin’ guy.”

The man – Kyle – hums in agreement. “That’s good of you. You sound like a thoughtful person, considering those things even during a time like this.”

“Yeah, thoughtful,” you scoff. You know what he’s doing. “Can we just… S’okay if we talk for a bit?”

That wasn’t the plan. It was meant to be enough to give the address and then hang up. But the chill is seeping further into you, past the now-dirty fabric you carelessly threw on, and hearing his voice makes you feel just a little bit warmer.

“I’m not going anywhere. Got a topic?” Kyle questions, and you think you can hear him settle into his chair.

“S’pretty tonight. Clear sky.” It’s hard to force your eyes to stay open, the sparkling dots spinning in and out of view behind the canvas of the trees.

“Yeah? A long trip up that road to get there.” He mulls, and your aching legs agree.

“Yep, even longer walk.”

“Walk?” He sounds incredulous, and it brings back that dopey grin to your lips.

“Yeah, well. Sold my car last week.”

“Ah…” It falls quiet for a moment. “I see.”

“Don’t be like that,” you groan, wincing at the nausea as you shift against the dirt. “Savin’ the planet or some shit, right?”

Kyle laughs again, and you think the noise could get you higher than anything else coursing through you right now. “I like your humour.”

The compliment sounds more genuine than the last one; appreciation, not just pointing at empty positives. “Consider yourself lucky to hear it, m’not usually this uh, happy.” You offer, tasting bitterness in the confession.

“What are you like usually?” The question is tentatively curious, and you’re sure he means no harm, but the words tear through you.

“Dunno.”

Crickets chirp as you listen to the static whispers of silence, flicking through blurred memories. You don’t know if it’s because your brain is slowly slipping further into deterioration, or if you never wanted to remember in the first place.

“Tired.”

Moments of happiness feel far and few, peppered so sparingly amongst everything you’ve ever struggled through. When they cut you open, will they find anything but your rotted, ugly thoughts and the circuits they’ve carved into your mind? You hope your brain is better off in the hands of whoever gets it next. Maybe you’ll get to be some cool science demonstration.

“Friend had a baby last month. Couldn’t even feel something with the little guy in my arms.”

He was so small, staring up at you with big eyes, his warm hand wrapped around your finger. A chorus of ah’s and aw’s sung around you as the baby beamed, wet and gummy, up at your watery smile. All you could feel was a cleaver digging deeper into your heart.

“Jus’ wondered if I looked so hopeful when I was that young. An’ if this’s where my life was always going to go anyway.”

Something carves a fleeting shadow above you, blinking the stars out of and back into existence with the wide span of its wings. You think what it’s like to feel so weightless, amongst the branches rustling as a breeze picks up.

“Guess I was just born wrong. Here to make people happy until it – until I – wear off.”

It’s so quiet you think Kyle has hung up, until something rustles and he clears his throat. “You remind me of someone.”

The remark catches you off-guard. “Good or bad?”

“Both. He’d make you mad in the funniest ways; couldn’t even be angry at him. But he hid behind it, tried to help himself by helping everyone else. Good guy.”

The fondness in his voice squeezes at your heart in a way that hurts more than anything else you’re feeling. Has anyone ever talked about you like that? “You sound like a thoughtful person, talkin’ ‘bout others so nice.”

He chuckles at the call-back, and you wonder what he looks like. Is he as pretty as his laugh?

“Y’sound so young.” The words slip out before you can stop them.

There’s a hesitant pause before Kyle answers. “Few years off thirty. I’m a veteran,” he sighs. “Retired.”

“Retired?” The word is slurred as you echo it back, but he understands anyway.

“Lost a mate in combat. Was uh… Was actually the someone I mentioned before. Messed me up for a couple of years.”

“M’so sorry.” The words are getting hard to articulate, but it feels important to say them.

“Don’t be. It lead to better things. Found this organisation, realised I could do this for a job. So here I am, I guess. Six months next week since I joined.”

“That’s really nice. I’m s – fuuck, shit – so happy for you, Kyle.”

There’s noise from the speaker. “You right?”

“Feel funny, s’like… Dunno, m’stomach is gonna tear apart.”

The conversational tone slips as worry peaks back into his voice. “Just keep holding on, okay? Maybe you can work here too; we’d be menaces in the office.”

You know he can hear the hollowness in your laugh. “Yeah, sure. That’d be good.”

The sky is trembling more than before when your eyes flutter open, and it takes a moment to realise it’s you shaking, not the world moving. How much longer? Was it always burning this much? You catch the last syllable of your name, pulling you back to the phone resting in the dirt next to your head.

“Mmh.. M’here. What… s’your friends name?”

“… Johnny. He liked being called that.”

You hum, feeling the word in your mouth. “Johnny. Johnny. I’ll say hi to him for you.”

“Not just yet, okay?” His answer is strained, tinging the encouragement he’s trying to convey.

You don’t respond, forcing your chest to expand and contract. Nothing wants to work; everything is heavy, uncoordinated, and you’ve never felt drowsier. But you’re pulled back to the cold night’s air again as he calls out your name again, louder.

“Huh? Sorry. Jus’… so fuckin’,” you stop, groaning as something sears in your chest, “tired.”

“No, no,” he stutters, hitting aggressively at the keyboard in those nice sounding clacks. “Help is so close, just stay awake for me, okay?”

He sounds so desperate. Emotions well up in a chaotic rush; where was this compassion when you needed it? Why didn’t you just hang up? Is he going to remember the sound of your voice by next week?

“Oh, Kyle. Waited after I took ‘em, ‘fore I called. M’sorry.” You catch inaudible curses as something jostles. “Think you’re… t’only reason m’awake.”

“That’s good, that’s good – we’re gonna keep talking, okay?”

You don’t remember how to form words properly anymore, and everything sounds a little funny, like it’s travelling through cotton. Air comes in ragged gasps; you can’t pull it into your lungs through the fire that blazes up your oesophagus, forcing you to retch. The sky doesn’t look familiar anymore through your lashes, but as everything grows fuzzier, you remember the voice next to you.

“Fuck, ugh – fuck, Kyle?”

As you tune back into the distorted noises, hearing him choke out your name, you realise he’s crying. It takes everything in you to lift your hand, as if you could wipe the tears away from here. “T-Thank you. I, really hope – ah, shit – we… hah, meet again next time.”

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Southern Boy

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader, Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Elvis Presley

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1455

Summary: Ain’t nothing in the whole wide world like a southern boy.

Tags/Warnings: Halloween Challenge, Phone Sex, Established Relationship, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Roleplay, Roleplaying, Elvis 2022, Elvis Movie, Song Fic, Southern Girl // Tim McGraw

Notes: No but if I was his gf I’d 100% ask him to do the voice at least once.

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

‘Really?’ Austin said, his tone laced with surprise. I paused for a moment wondering if I’d overstepped. Now let me preface this by saying I love Austin with all my heart. He’s the most kind and caring man I could’ve ever hoped to meet and I was of course proud of him in all his work. I loved each and every one of his roles; his innocently cute Disney characters, the aggravatingly cocksure Sebastian Kydd, the fearless Wil Ohmsford. So the reaction I had when I saw him as Elvis for the first time was just as much of a surprise to me as anyone. It had only been a snippet, a video he’d filmed of them watching back the last take, Baz’s head obscuring most of my view, and yet it had been enough to light a fire in me. The look, the attitude, the voice. It became all I could think about, so much so that when Austin had called as normal I found myself commending him before compliments turned from mere conversation to a request.

‘Yeah,’ I said shifting in my seat, thinking of him sitting there puzzled.

‘What would I say?’ he asked.

‘Aus,’ I said rolling my eyes, ‘you say that like we’ve never done it before.’

‘I know but that’s as…us,’ he mumbled bashfully.

‘It’s just acting,’ I said feeling disappointed though I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so I continued with, ‘if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to.’

‘No, no, it’s okay,’ he said causing excitement to flow through me. I could hear him shifting around no doubt getting comfortable for the show as I started to, the anticipation of it all sending a throb between my legs that only increased as he cleared his throat and said, ‘so what got you thinking about it?’

‘Oh well, the video you sent,’ I said, his voice was a fraction deeper now yet lacking a southern twang which made me stall. I didn’t know why I’d anticipated it’d be like turning on a switch, that he’d just become Elvis in an instant but I tried not to get ahead of myself, guessing he was working through any nerves first.

‘You liked what you saw huh?’ he asked.

‘Definitely,’ I giggled.

‘What did you like?’ he asked.

‘What?’ I replied.

‘About the video,’ he said and for a moment I felt embarrassment flood through me. It was unexpected but having to admit that I found him excruciatingly attractive when he wasn’t being himself now felt wrong.

‘I don’t know,’ I mumbled, ‘you just looked handsome and there was this energy about you. It’s hard to explain and we’ll of course there was the voice.’

‘Well you know what they say,’ he murmured, so low and velvety it made electricity shoot down my spine.

‘What?’ I asked barely able to get my voice higher than a whisper.

‘That I make girls feel things they ain’t oughta be feelin’. Is that how you feel honey?’ he purred, and as I listened it was as though Austin was gone and I was talking now with the man I had only ogled through a phone screen. The one whose honey-soaked voice poured so easily off his tongue it may as well have been water.

‘Well,’ I said clearing my throat, ‘if we shouldn’t be feeling that way how come it feels so good?’

‘Fair point,’ he mused, again dropping his voice in a way that made me squeeze my thighs together as he added, ‘do you want me to make you feel good mama?’

‘Definitely,’ I breathed, too pent up to even attempt to play coy.

‘Where are you?’ He asked.

‘In bed,’ I replied making him hiccup a laugh.

‘Damn, at least most girls try and make me work for it,’ he said, a smirk present in his voice.

‘Good job I’m not lost girls then isn’t it?’ I teased.

‘I’ll say,’ he said, ‘what are you wearing?’

‘I’ve just had a shower so shorts and that Van Halen T-shirt you got me,’ I replied.

‘Underwear?’ he asked, genuinely sounding as though he didn’t know when no doubt Austin would know that if I’d gotten myself in bed for the night I’d have done away with anything but comfortable clothing.

‘Nope,’ I smiled.

‘God damn,’ he whistled sending another throb through me, ‘definitely not like most girls.’

‘Tell me what you’d do,’ I said quickly as my desperation for relief started to mount spurred on any time he spoke and yet halted by the fact I didn’t want to start without him.

‘Well first I’d get rid of those pesky clothes so that I could look at that gorgeous body of yours. Make sure you were bare so I could kiss every inch of ya until I got to that pretty pussy,’ he said, I could hear him shifting, the rustle of fabric as his own words amped him up and I followed suit, pushing my shirt up and my shorts down so I could use my hand to trace my skin, pretending it was his lips.

‘I’d kiss down each thigh until you were begging me to touch you, those fingers o’yours tugging on my hair like the impatient thing you are,’ he said.

‘Need you to touch me,’ I whimpered.

‘Oh I would, tease my fingers through that slick,’ he said as my own fingers glided through my slickened folds causing me to shiver with excitement, ‘you doing this mama?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed earning a grunt of appreciation as I heard his own hand start to move.

‘Then I’d kiss it, suck on that clit whilst I work ya good with these fingers until you were ready for me. Have you come undone at least once before I give you this cock,’ he grunted as I followed his train of thought, two fingers slipping inside myself as I used the heel of my hand to create a delicious amount of pressure on my clit.

‘And when you were beggin’ for it I’d bury myself in ya ‘stead of this hand.’

‘Wish you were here,’ I whimpered, feeling my walls clench around my fingers though they weren’t fully satiated by their presence.

‘Me too darlin’ this ain’t feel as good as you do,’ he said, ‘wish I was buried in ya, stretching that lil cunt out the way it’s meant to be.’

‘Oh God,’ I whimpered.

‘My mouth all over those pretty tits,’ he said which made me instinctively move my other hand to my chest, rolling my nipple between my fingers with desperate need.

‘Oh fuck.’

‘Is that what you want baby? My mouth on those tits?’ he grunted.

‘Yes, oh god I’m close,’ I said, moving my fingers back to my clit as I chased the high I so desperately needed, the one I had been chasing since I had seen that video of him rolling around that stage like a man possessed. A man that wasn’t the one I knew but some other, a southern gentleman possessed by want and need. Elvis.

‘That’s it,’ he grunted, ‘c’mon, come for me honey. I wanna hear you come for me.’

‘Fuck,’ I whimpered, my movements becoming more frantic as I felt myself teeter on the edge of bliss.

‘That’s it mama,’ he said, the sound of skin on skin coming down the phone ludicrously obscene but it was enough to send me over the edge.

‘Oh Elvis,’ I moaned, as I hit my peak, my walls clenching around nothing as pleasure ran through me and out through my extremities leaving me floppy in its path.

‘Fuck,’ was all I heard him say, followed by a string of expletives and breathing that was just as heavy as mine. It took a moment for me to come back to reality, enjoying his pants as he came down to meet me where I was lying spent and exhausted.

‘You good?’ he said after a minute, his voice more like himself than it had been before suddenly pulling from the fantasy I had been living and forcing the blood that had been dwelling south of my waist to suddenly rush back up to flood my face, redness no doubt christening my cheeks as I remembered I had succumbed if only for a second. I had lost myself and for all of my neediness and fantasising it felt as though I had overstepped.

‘Yeah,’ I mumbled, ‘Aus I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-’

‘It’s okay,’ he chuckled, ‘I kinda liked it.’

‘Really?’ I asked, a smile coming to my lips.

‘Yeah, you were right,’ he said, ‘he does have something about him.’

‘Well maybe he’ll visit again some time,’ I giggled.

‘Maybe,’ he mused.

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Second Chance Ranch 🤠

Midoriya x Bakugou - A spicy scene with our cowboy couple from my long fic. Another Izuku Top / Katsuki Bottom (Title has the link!)

Finishing this story this week!

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Staring at his muscled back, Izuku felt himself getting hard.

“Oi.”  Kacchan pushed up against him.

“Caught me,” Izuku kissed his soapy shoulder.

“You get hard watching me cook.”  He tipped his head back for him.

“I do.”  Izuku laughed softly as he rinsed the suds from his spikes.  “It’s this sexy dad hair making me hot.”  

“Right,” he drawled sarcastically and Izuku could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

Just as he squirted out some conditioner, Kacchan spun around and straddled him awkwardly.  Bubbles streamed down his body.  “No conditioner.”  He pinned him down in the tub.  

Rubbing the offending stuff in his hands, Izuku splatted it against his chest and smeared it over his skin, his fingers finding his nipples.  Seeing Kacchan’s face tighten in anticipation.  He pinched them, thumbing the nubs until they grew taut.

“Great…” he growled but his voice was strained with desire.  “My chest hair is gonna smell like coconuts.”

“You seem to like it when I play with your nipples.”  

“Well,” Kacchan smiled wickedly, “I like it when you lick them too.”

Grabbing the sprayer, Izuku flipped on the water, hitting his chest to rinse off the conditioner.  Water splashed everywhere as he tried to clean him off.

“Stop!”  Kacchan laughed, sputtering as the sprayer deluged them both.  Leaning closer, Izuku latched onto one nipple and bit gently, Kacchan’s fingers curled into his shoulders, digging deep into his muscle.  

“You like that, huh?”  He bit him again and sucked until the nub was so tight his skin wrinkled taut around it.

“I do,” Kacchan drew in a sharp breath and scooted closer.  Sitting up higher, he whined as Izuku dragged his teeth from his escaping nipple.  Then he settled back down so that Izuku’s cock slid between his ass cheeks.  

It felt fucking amazing.  

Glancing up, Izuku could see his red eyes were lit up, blazing hotter than a wildfire.  “Watch it there,” he gripped his hips and thrust upwards.  “I’ll want to fuck you.”

Kacchan began to swing his hips so that his dick slid up and down the valley of his ass.  His tight ring puckering every time the head of his cock touched.

“Kacchan,” he gritted out.  “You’re going too far.”

“Am I?”  His voice was low and guttural, his own cock hard enough that it was hitting Izuku’s stomach everytime he pushed his hips forward.  Kacchan bent down and  gently kissed his neck, whispering with each warm touch.  “Maybe I do want to find out how it feels to ride you… Freckles.”  Licking the shell of his ear, he chuckled deep, “is this why you like cowboys?”  He pushed down on the tip of his cock at just the right moment so that it pierced his asshole.  Hissing, he stopped.

“No lube,” Izuku froze, holding himself back from thrusting further, which was already fucking impossible since Kacchan’s body was clenching maddeningly around the tip of his cock.

“I… thought… with the water.”  He choked out but then moved, ever so slightly, trying to work more of his dick inside.

“I have lube,” Izuku offerred half-heartedly.  If Kacchan was going to try to fuck him dry, he was more than willing considering the feel of his ass without lube was incredible.  The way his skin caught and twisted slightly with every movement was like a rough handjob that was perfectly fitted around his dick.  

“This feels so… fucking good,” Kacchan grunted while wiggling down a bit more, his chest finally coming in line with Izuku’s mouth.  

“You like this?”  He was surprised, it had to hurt without lube, but his face was scrunched in determination, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip. 

He was a beautiful sight.

Kissing his chest, Izuku sucked on his nipple, cupping his balls at the same time to tug them forward.   A heavy grunt sounded as Kacchan slid down a bit more, groaning and hissing with every inch.   Izuku bit on his nipple which added more emphasis to his groan.  “I love the sounds you’re making,” he looked up to see Kacchan’s face pinched tighter as he tried to take him all the way to the hilt.  Fondling his balls, he moved up to his thick cock and began to stroke him.

“Fu…ck,” Kacchan gasped and slid the remaining way down.  He panted, gripping him tightly.

“Well done cowboy,” Izuku stroked him, relishing in the feel of his tight ass.

“I - I’m not sure I can move.” 

“Then don’t.”  Izuku kissed him, tracing his full lips with his tongue.  “Just grind on me.”  Settling one hand on his hip to guide his movements, he showed him.  “Find your sweet spot and rock on me.”  As much as he wanted to thrust, Izuku stayed still.  If this was going to get him more of Kacchan’s ass, he would die before cumming. 

“O-Okay.”  He began to move hesitantly at first, slowly moving his hips sideways and then back and forth.  Izuku knew when he found it.  His whole body tightened and he shot straight up.  Izuku gasped as the friction of his movement on his dick almost sent him over the edge.

“Ahhh!  Shit,” Kacchan took several deep breaths then eased himself back down.  He began to move again, looking for the same place, breathing out a low moan when he found the right spot.

“That’s it,” Izuku encouraged him.  His glistening skin turned fiery red and his hands had a death hold on his shoulders as he continued to grind down, jerking and moaning each time he angled himself correctly.  Watching him, Izuku reminded himself to laugh later when he didn’t need every ounce of concentration not to cum.  Kacchan’s ass was like a damn cocksleeve that was squeezing in a perfect rhythm and he was about to lose his mind.

“You look like you’re feeling good,” Kacchan’s voice was raspy.  

“You, don’t even know,” Izuku gasped out, struggling to hold back.  “This… is incredible.”  

“Yeah, I do,” he grinned goofily, then ground down again, hitting his spot and letting out a longer moan.  “Fuuuuuck.”  

“Kiss me,” Izuku needed to thrust so badly, he was desperate for something to distract him.  Then, Kacchan’s mouth was on him.  Hot and wet, his tongue igniting every nerve from his mouth to his dick. 

 This was what he needed.  

Izuku sucked hard, getting out his frustrations from not being able to fuck him with every stroke of his tongue.  Kacchan was gasping and letting out small yelps between kisses but Izuku couldn’t stop.  He’d never wanted to move so badly in his life.

And then finally… as Kacchan ground down hard again, his ass clenched and his balls bulged under his hand.  Throwing his head back, his moan echoed in the small space as his cock jerked with the spasm of his release.  

Not waiting, Izuku grabbed his hips and thrust, he was so close that he only needed a few times.  

“FUCK!”  Kacchan writhed under his hands, hips still stuttering as cum flowed from his cock.

“Hold on…”  Izuku thrust again, the friction in his ass was beyond anything he’d felt.  His warm skin was barely slick and his cock dragged along his warm walls as he slammed deep inside of him.   Kacchan was growling loudly, but not fighting him anymore.  

He thrust one last time and the tension snapped, his muscles jerking from the intensity of pleasure that shot through him.  Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Izuku dragged him down to kiss him fiercely as he rode out his orgasm.  Sighing, as he came down from his high, he let go and leaned against his shoulder.

“Crap,” Kacchan wriggled his hips.

“Sorry,” Izuku clutched his face and kissed him gently.  His lips were already swelling from his earlier attack.  “Did that hurt?”  He could hear him hum, a low rumbling that sounded from his chest, more of a vibration than anything.  Pulling back Izuku couldn’t tell if he was laughing or angry.  “Are you… purring?”  It was the only sound that he could think of that came close.

“I dunno anything right now.”  He slumped all the way against him.  “That was… mind blowing,” 

Izuku laughed and hugged him as he nuzzled against his chest still rumbling softly.  Thankfully the water had cooled a bit because Izuku felt like he’d hiked Ridge valley straight up the cliff side.  His heart was beating so hard, he was sure it was going to pop.

“Fuck, I’d never thought about lube that much…” Kacchan mumbled.

“It does make it easier… and safer.  I should’ve made us get it.”

“No,” he rasped.

“No?”

Lifting his head, his red eyes were cooler now, the fiery light dimmed.  “I always did like things a little on the rough side,” he breathed huskily.

“Have I been too gentle on you?”  That shot lust straight into his veins like a load of opium.   Izuku’s cock sucked up the drug happily and used it to revive.

“Oi, don’t get hard again.”

“It might feel good this time, you have cum in your ass.”  Izuku paused and then laughed, “or is that the problem?”

Grumbling, Kacchan managed to push himself off of his body and with a lot of slipping and sliding, turned himself around and fell back into his chest, his wet hair plastered itself to Izuku’s cheek.  “Heat up the water.”

“I think it’s time to get out.”

“Just a bit.”

Izuku rubbed his shoulder muscles which felt looser under his fingers.  “You get anymore relaxed and you’ll slip down the drain.”

“I don’t wanna move though and it's cold.”

Planting his hands on the tub, Izuku managed to stand up behind him and slowly get out, careful to step on the mats instead of the slick tile.  “I’ll help you.”  Holding out his hand he waited for him to take it.  

He eyed his half-hard dick.  “If I get out, we’re gonna fuck again.”

Laughing, Izuku reached down and pulled the plug out of the tub.  Slapping his face playfully, he smiled, “is that so bad?”

“No and that’s the fucking problem.”  He clambered out of the bath.  Grabbing him in a bear hug, Kacchan bit his shoulder and growled low.  “I really want to.”

“Fuck,” Izuku almost came.  Lifting him up, he swung him around and started walking awkwardly towards the hall.

“Oi! Put me down.”  

“I can’t, I swear I’m going to cum just looking at you.” 

“I’d rather you save your strength…  and fuck me…  against the wall like you did in the hotel our first time.”  

Izuku dropped him.  “Dammit,” he closed his eyes and leaned on the door for support.  His balls tightened at the memory.  Don’t cum… Don’t cum.  He chanted to himself.  

Kacchan chuckled.  “Having trouble?”  He cupped his balls, snickering.  

“Only because of you.”  Grasping his wrist tightly, Izuku spun him around and held his arm behind his back.

“Ow!”  Kacchan protested, then laughed.  

Slapping his ass, Izuku preferred Kacchan’s more irritated growl that he let out next as he tried to pull away.  Not letting him go, he pushed him into the bedroom and shoved his face onto the bed, holding his head down.

Leaning over, Izuku kissed his shoulder and let him turn his head slightly.  “If it’s too much let me know.”  The blush that raced up his neck was all the answer he needed.  Sliding his hand around, he felt his cock was rock hard.   Running his fingers up his shaft, he ran his fingers with a feather light touch over the crown of his dick.  

Kacchan wiggled and moaned into the comforter.  “Fuck me!”  His muffled voice was dripping with need, just like his cock.

 “You do like it rough,” Izuku smirked.  Yanking Kacchan’s hips up and kicking his legs open.  His asshole glistened with water or cum, whatever it was, any restraint Izuku had left was gone and he thrust into him.  

Kacchan’s loud moans were like gasoline on a fire.  Using long deep strokes Izuku pounded him.  His body jerked and flinched each time he drove into him.  “This is the best position to hit your prostate.”  Izuku grinned as he slapped his meaty ass, hard.

“Fuck,” Kacchan gasped and started to push off the bed.  

Pinning his head down, Izuku thrust into him so deep his balls almost followed his dick into his ass.  Kacchan started shaking and the feral sound that finally escaped from him as he came was Izuku’s end.  He came so hard, his legs practically buckled under him from the intensity.  Trying to catch his breath he gently traced the prominent red handprint on his skin as felt his cock lose its strength and slip from his ass.

Kacchan went limp on the bed and turned his head, giving him a tired pout.  “That’s why I wanted to stay in the bath.”  Crawling up on the bed further, he collapsed.  “I swear I never knew being fucked could feel so good.”  

“I’m happy to remind you anytime you forget,” Izuku grabbed the towel he’d dropped on the floor and tossed it to him.  “I’m gonna clean up.”  Kacchan just groaned and sprawled out naked on his stomach.  Leaning over Izuku slapped his ass again.  There was something about his butt.

“Stop,” he peered at him.  “Remember, I’m not your-”

“I know,” Izuku cut him off and squeezed his ass.  “I promise Kacchan, you're not my bitch but you are my cowboy.”

His deep chuckle was absorbed by the comforter. 

Cleaning up himself first, he helped Kacchan next and then crawled under the covers to wrap them both up tightly.  Leaning into his chest, he laughed at the smell of coconuts.

“What's so funny?”

“Nothing.”  Curling into him, Izuku couldn’t think of anything that could make his life better.

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namkook/jikook: horny jk, yearning, humiliation

Slamming his bedroom door shut, Jungkook locks it and immediately pushes his sweatpants and briefs off his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and he wraps his hand around it. Groaning at the much-needed contact, he starts stroking himself, his mind filled with filthy fantasies of what might have happened if he hadn't chickened out...

“Did you get the moisturiser, at least?” A voice comes from his bed. 

Jungkook’s mouth drops open—half because of his thoughts of wrapping his mouth around Namjoon’s cock, and the other half because Jimin is just there, watching him jerk himself off so desperately.

"Oh?" Jimin says, unfurling himself from the bed. His eyes zero in on Jungkook's cock. "Looks like someone had quite the encounter in the shower, hmm?"

Jungkook flushes, his hand stilling. "I- I walked in on Namjoon hyung by accident. He was, um... naked."

Jimin's grin widens as he approaches Jungkook.  "Ooh, did you get a good look? Was he as gorgeous as you imagined?"

Jungkook squirms, his cock twitching traitorously at Jimin's proximity. "Y-yeah, he was," he mumbles, his face burning. "So big and muscular and- and hung-"

"Mmm, I bet," Jimin purrs, reaching out to trail a finger along Jungkook's thigh. "Did you imagine sucking him off, baby boy? Worshipping that thick cock with your cute little mouth?"

Jungkook whimpers, his hips bucking up into Jimin's touch. "Hyung,” he complains. 

Jimin laughs lightly, his hand drifting higher to ghost over Jungkook's weeping cockhead. "You’re going to tell me all about it. Tell me while I help you out, hmm?"

Jungkook nods frantically, too far gone for anything else.

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Jungkook has the biggest crush on Namjoon. Jimin makes elaborate plans to get them together. Mostly, he ends up really embarrassing Jungkook—but it's okay, Jungkook gets off to it either way.

Tags: casual fwb jikook, bffs jikook, jungkook has a crush on namjoon, oblivious namjoon, jungkook is a yearner, mastermind jimin, he's kinda morally grey, jungkook is also just a horny lil guy, roleplay - teacher/student, spanking, humiliation, namecalling, voyeurism, semi-public handjobs, filming (photos), drunk dares, first kiss, lap dances, jealous jungkook, mild angst, degradation, mild choking, lingerie, feminisation, babygirl jungkook, oppa kink, unsolicited nudes, nj has a big dick, possessive namjoon, creampie, endgame namkook

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[sarahowritesostucky]

Shocking absolutely nobody,

my Staff🧌suddenly decided that this art wasn't ToS safe

(it was before I reblogged it 😏)

So here is the link:

It's by @goyath

And here is the fanart appreciation ficlet I wrote for it:

"Bigger Everywhere"

"Always wanted to do this," Steve pants, hands digging in hard under the bend of Bucky's knee, the meat of his thigh, grip effortless but bruising. "Wanted to - nnn - wanted to pick you up, move you around."

"Steve," Bucky sighs happily.

"Yeah," Steve coos, kissing him, hips working. "You like it?"

Bucky whines and nods a little, the edges of his mouth curling up. "It-it's bigger," he says breathlessly. "So different."

Steve's chest swells with male pride. Not just because he's bigger - bigger everywhere - but because he can hear it in Bucky's voice how amazed he is, can see on his face how happy it's making him. "Yeah," Steve growls, fucking him a little harder. "Yeah, you like it."

"Fuck," Bucky gasps, then laughs through a pleasured groan. "Oh, Jesus. You're so deep like this."

"Uh huh." Steve agrees. "Feels good." He drives into him in another harsh thrust, moving them both, moving Bucky's back against the wall he's got him pressed up against. "Too much?" he asks.

"F-fuck no," Bucky whimpers, trying to stifle his sounds. "Aw, fuck ..."

Steve pants against his open mouth, unable to stop kissing him for long, not when he's buried up inside like this, feeling him for the first time in almost a year, feeling him for the first time with this big new body that can treat him the way he's always deserved. "Buck, Honey," he pants, pressing their foreheads together. He lets his hips slow down to a dirty, deep grind. "Gotta ..." he pants, "gotta slow down. for a second."

Bucky grins, clinging to him a little tighter. "Yeah?"

"Uh huh."

Between their faces, Bucky's breath hits warm as he gives a knowing chuckle. "Still got a hair trigger there, Rogers?" he teases.

Steve grunts and gives him a single, jarring thrust. "Worse," he says, feeling his new and improved circulatory system working on giving a full-body blush. "You got no idea. How horny I am all the time now. How it gets hard all the time."

"Yeah?" Bucky sounds anything but bothered by it. He sounds eager. "Really?"

"Yeah. And, um," Steve rocks them together, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "It's ... a lot. Few times a day, at least. More than once in a row."

Bucky's eyes go wide with wonder for a second, then heavy lidded again as he grins and kisses him passionately. "Prove it to me," he whispers, "Show me how many times."

Steve groans and grinds hard against him. "You're hurt," he protests. "You need to rest, need to - "

"Need you to fuck me with this big new body a' yours," Bucky insists, using his arms around Steve's neck to pull himself up higher on the next thrust. Their foreheads bump together and he nudges Steve's nose bossily with his own. "I'm not that hurt, Captain, so go on and rut up into me the way I know you really want to and blow your first load."

Steve groans at the command, and picks up his pace.

A fill for @anyfandomdarkbingo

card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

square N3: body swap

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Heyyyyy congrats on the 100 followers!!! I'm proud to be one of them ( っ＾▿＾)っ

For your celebration, I couldn't decide which of the prompts I liked more so I figured I'd just send both and you could take your pick.

"You're so fucking cute." With Crosshair, Or "the taller one helping the smaller one to pick a book on the top shelf of the library" with Wrecker.

Feel free to pick which one calls to you more and congrats again!

Thanks so much for your patience and kind words. Both prompts spoke to me so I tackled Crosshair's first and then I'll get Wrecker's done shortly (had to weed down setting and I think I found one).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and stay tuned for when the second prompt is done.

Warning(s): swearing

@locitapurplepink, @writing-positivelyexisting, @burningfieldof-clover, @rain-on-kamino

It could be easy to say Clone Force 99 had a culture separate from the sea of clones. Clone medics would be reassigned in the blink of an eye and nat born medics often assigned whoever pissed off the higher ups. This led to your current long term assignment. Having a medic on board being the main reason one of your patients was released to his squad early pending observations.

The patient in question chewed on a toothpick as he followed your pen light with a bored gaze. Your eyes studied how his pupils tracked the light.

“Well, I don't think that explosion caused any lasting damage.”

He grunted a reply planting his hands on the makeshift medical cot.

“Was far enough away.”

You shook your head, “Tell that to your poor optic nerves.”

The sniper frowned drawing your attention to his lips. How such a neutral contortion of muscles and nerves ensnared your curiosity was beyond you. Those lips curled slightly.

“Problem?”

Your eyes darted to his. A wave of heat spread across your cheeks after noticing that mischievous smirk.

“Just...try not to aggravate your eyes. A good migraine can knock you out of commission for a few rotations.”

“No idea you cared,” He drawled.

Before you could bite out a remark, footfalls announced the added company. You offered a nod to the other clone.

“He's good to go for now, Sergeant.”

Your features pinched into a pout towards the sniper, “As long as he lays off the heat map features for a bit.”

Hunter hummed with a nod, “We'll try to keep it easy on him.”

You sighed catching a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye, “Eye'll fall out one day if roll 'em too hard.”

Crosshair huffed a laughed, taking his leave as he shuffled past Hunter. Once the sniper was out of earshot, you leveled a frustrated gaze towards the clone in command.

“Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid while you guys are out.”

The sergeant chuckled, “You'd have better luck taking away Tech's datapad.”

“No extra lookout shifts, and actual rest. With closed eyes.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

After a quick announcement of the Marauder approaching the landing zone, the sergeant donned his helmet. His voice more chilled as it was passed through the modulator.

“Won't be long, Doc. In and out.”

The silence in the ship was shattered as pairs of boots stomped up the ramp. You powered down your datapad vowing to return to your novel soon. However a coarse swear slipped from your lips as the squad's demolitions expert approached with the sniper draped over his broad shoulder.

“Leave him on the cot. Helmet on.”

He nodded doing as instructed.

You began your preliminary once over of the sniper. Checking for any punctures in his armor.

“No injuries on you, Wreck?” You asked, multitasking since the larger clone was able to speak.

“No,”

You arched a brow, “You sure? I'll know if you're lying.”

“Not a scratch.”

You hummed, moving to check for nerve damage along the sniper's limbs, “Fair enough.”

The clone's comm link chirped and with a brief exchange, you were left to work in relative peace. No puncture wounds meant the chance of bleeding was lower, so onto the next likely suspect. Your fingers trailed under the lip of his helmet. Neck muscles appeared to be in order. No strains. No odd feel to them. Slowly you slipped the helmet off his head gradually revealing his visage.

A groan echoed in his in helmet as soon as the process began. You clicked your tongue.

“Another migraine?”

His silence confirmed it.

“Helmet off after I get the lights.”

You made quick work of the lights to see to your patient. His helmet cast off to the side.

“So,” You exhaled, returning to his side, “you kriffed around and found out.”

“Would you rather us scrape Echo off the field to be in your care?”

You frowned, “I'd rather not raise you from the dead every time you overdo it.”

He scoffed half heartedly, “You're so fucking cute.”

You sighed tracing your fingers over his cheek. Your eyes studying his features in the dim lights.

“You're a pain in the ass, you know.”

“Like you don't want an excuse to play doctor with me.”

You silenced him with a peck on the forehead.