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[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — it's getting harder to hold off on bakugou or based on this excerpt

࿄ ! warnings - corruption? fingering. nsfw. / note. this was very highly anticpated lol :} ty guys! minors& blank blogs dni.

you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.

most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.

when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.

however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.

but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.

katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.

“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.

you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.

you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?

looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”

katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.

it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.

it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.

but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.

katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.

“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.

he really was going to be the death of you.

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[struniolos]

wish you were sober! pt. 2

“save me 'til the party is over.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: when reader is overwhelmed at a party & finds herself in unlikely company. (no fame au.) this is the second part, you can find the first part here.

warnings: smut, literally pure filth. minors do not interact. also unprotected sex, don’t try this at home kids! don’t be silly wrap your willy!

the music in the background becomes a soft lull of bass, as your ears almost completely tune it out. you fully let yourself transport into another world. your lips move in tandem with chris’ as your hand snakes up his shirt to feel his warm skin, your fingers tangled in loops of his soft hair. he’s breathing heavier now, puffing hot air into your lungs. you breathe him in, sucking his tongue and moaning as you feel him snake a hand to your butt, gripping it hard.

you find yourself unable to possibly get any closer to him, wanting to jump out of your skin into his if it was possible. your cheeks are burning, the cool breeze wafting through the slightly cracked window not seeming to help. his hips start to slowly roll into you, both his hands now coming up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you deep.

“i want to taste you.” chris whispers into your mouth between kisses, your foreheads bumping together.

you feel your pussy throb at the thought of him devouring you, his head between your legs. you nod, biting your lips as you help him hoist you up onto the bench top, your back leaning against the mirror. his eyes were a darker blue than you remember, swirling with lust. chris pushes your skirt up, revealing your panties that constricted your soaked pussy. a wet patch lay at your folds, and you feel a flush of shame wash over your body, and you cover your face with your hands.

“don’t be embarrassed.” he tells you, “it’s actually kinda hot.”

“oh.” you grin, lowering your hands.

“can i?” he asks, running his palms up your thighs.

you nod. “please.”

chris pulls your panties down to your ankles, and pushes your legs apart softly. you feel so exposed, the air coming in contact with your sex making you shudder. he begins peppering kisses over your inner thighs and pelvis, everywhere but where you needed him. you squirm impatiently, and he raises an eyebrow.

“relax.” he says softly, as he runs a finger down your folds to collect your slick.

seemingly testing the waters, he flattens his hot tongue against your pussy, licking a long stripe. you throw your head back against the mirror, letting out a pathetic whimper. chris uses his thumbs to pry you open, nuzzling his nose to your clit as he begins his assault on your starved pussy.

he was encased in your legs, his arms looped under your thighs and coming around to hold your lower stomach. one hand began to rub your sensitive bud in slow circles while the other held you open for him to dive his tongue in and out of your opening. you swear you saw stars, as he tongue fucked you. he dipped it in and out, collecting your juices and muffling his moans. you were a mess, moaning and squirming in his arms. his hand on your lower belly held you in place, as his finger left your clit and sunk into your walls.

“oh god!” you yelp, your hand quickly gripping onto a tuft of his hair.

chris pushed your thighs up so that they pressed against your stomach, folding you in half. he pumped his finger in and out of your leaking hole as he nuzzles his face into your pussy. you whimper and cry as his pace is relentless, feeling your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. you were embarrassed at how quickly you were going to finish, but you couldn’t help it, the way he had managed to work you up in such little time amazed you.

“chris i’m- oh!” you cry, feeling yourself convulse around his fingers as he helps you ride out the wave of your orgasm. your legs quiver in his grip, as he gives your pussy one last lick, soaking up your wetness.

as chris lowers your legs back down gently, you meet eye to eye with him. he swallows as he catches his breath, his hair mussed and lips glossy and puffed. you pull him in for a deep kiss, not caring that you could taste yourself on his tongue. he tosses his shirt off in one swift movement, and you quickly do the same- only leaving you in a bra and your skirt. he palmed your breasts, his whole hand encasing each one as he squeezed. you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, unsure if you were able to possibly pull him any closer.

you begin to palm his crotch, feeling his rock hard heat, but he stops you.

“you don’t have to.” he tells you breathlessly, his hands swiping down your cheeks to rest on your neck, his thumps at your lips.

you kiss the pads of them, “i want to.”

his tongue wets his lips, a devilishly handsome smirk adoring his face. no other words were needed. you take his thumb into your mouth, letting it rest on your hot tongue as you suck it briefly before letting go with a pop. chris’ eyes are fixed on you, mesmerised. he wastes no time in assisting you to undo and pull down his shorts, both of your hands fumbling together desperately. his shorts pool at his ankles, his cock visibly strained in his boxers.

you bite your lip as you feel your mouth water at the sight of him. you have never been so turned on in your life. you swap places, so chris leans against the counter, his chest slightly flushed as well as his cheeks and the tips of his ears that are peaking from under his hair. he stares at you with lidded eyes as you kneel, in direct eyeline with his boxers.

quickly and albeit a little awkwardly, you pull his boxers down to his thighs to reveal his weeping cock. it slaps up against his lower stomach, and your eyes go wide. god, he was beautiful everywhere. hesitantly, you grab his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and warmth. your mouth kisses the tip as your eyes look up to lock with his. he hisses, the look in his darkened blue eyes nothing short of pleading.

you slowly sink your mouth down his shaft, try to swallow as much of him as you could. realising just how inexperienced you were, you grabbed with your hand whatever you couldn’t get to. you felt a strange pleasure in the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat as hot tears began to prick your eyes. he breathed out gruffly, his hand running through your hair to push it out of your face. there was nowhere to hide now.

you suck him up and down slowly but deeply, lingering at his tip once you’d get there. you use his precum and your saliva as lube, pistoning your mouth up and down his shaft. you try your best to nuzzle your nose at his lower stomach, swallowing him whole, but you only last a few seconds before having to pull yourself back. you cough, and he lets out a primal groan.

“fuck.” chris groans, throwing his head back. “that felt so good.”

you look up at him, batting your lashes. “you liked that?”

“yeah.” he smiled, running his pointer finger over your jaw and eventually coming to hold your chin. “is it okay if i guide you?”

“mhm.” you hum, grinning wide, knowing it means he wants to use you as a toy and fuck your throat.

wanting to please him, you take a deep breath and open your mouth wider and take as much of him as you can, feeling him hit the back of your throat. he grabs the sides of your head, guiding you up and down his length. his pace quickens, starting to thrust into your mouth as you gargle on your saliva, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you clench your inner thighs together, wetness gathering at your folds.

“fuck, i’m not going to last much longer.” he warns, as he pulls you off of him, saliva running down your chin and dripping to your chest. it was filthy.

“then fuck me already.” you growl, grinning wide and feeling a surge of confidence through your body.

he helps you to your feet, embracing you in a hot kiss full of teeth and tongue. he grabs your hips and hoists you up onto the counter once more, flicking your skirt up. his dick was rock hard, seeping with precum. you pressed your foreheads together, as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

“i don’t have a condom.” he tells you, as you begin to kiss down his neck.

“i don’t care.” you whisper against bod hot skin, just wanting him inside you already. it pained you to think you had to wait a second longer. he nods, seemingly convinced enough- you imagined his mind was blurred with only thoughts of sex just as yours was.

it was all so out of character for you, so foreign- but it was as if he awoken something deep inside of you that you’d struggle to tame.

you uncoil your bra, freeing your breasts. chris dives down to kiss them, holding them together and bouncing them. you moaned, lolling your head back. he sucked on each, licking and biting your rock hard nipples.

“even better than i imagined.” he says, palming and squeezing them.

“you were thinking about my tits?” you laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“well, yeah.” he chuckled, shrugging.

chris began to line up with your entrance, pumping himself lazily. his eyes locked with yours, biting his swollen lips. “make sure you tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or whatever, okay?”

spoken like a true gentlemen. you laugh at his nonchalant nature. “i will.”

he begins to sink the tip into your tight walls, and you hiss at the pressure. he looks at you worriedly, but you shake your head.

“sorry, it’s um…been a while.” you confess shyly.

chris smiles, ducking his head. “me too.”

relief washes over you, feeling a little less like a loser. he continued to push into you, and the slight pain begins to fade away as pleasure takes over. you leaned your foreheads together, breathing heavily as you adjusted to his size. you could see his freckles now, lightly spattered over his nose and cheeks- you imagined they became more visible in the summer.

you begin to nod, urging him onwards. chris grand your waist gently, not too hard, using it as leverage as he began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

your jaw falls slack at the feeling, a guttural moan escaping you. you snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as he continued to thrust into you. you felt like a snake constricting it prey before it killed it. something primal in you was emerging.

“fuck.” chris groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. “you’re so tight.”

his thrusts only became more harsh, his pace not increasing but the roughness. it felt so ridiculous good you thought you’d pass out. your hips snapped together, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he began to grunt at each thrust. you were sure you could get off just from hearing the pretty noises he would make in your ear.

it was passionate, not too tough or greedy- he wasn’t only trying to chase his own pleasure. he began thumbing your clit, and you moaned into his mouth, kissing him deeply. he was inside of you so deep you could feel him in your belly, his balls slapping against you. without notice, he pulled out of you, and you almost cried at the loss of contact.

“i’m gonna turn y’round.” he whispers, giving you a firm kiss before spinning you around. you rested your weight on your forearms, and poked your butt out for him to admire. you could see in the foggy reflection of the mirror the way he was looking at you, and it made your pussy flutter.

you yelped in pleasure as he thrust back into you without warning, bottoming out. he moaned messily as he gripped your waist with one hand and palmed your ass with the other. he began thrusting into your harder now, moaning filthily as his mouth hung open.

“faster, please.” you begged, a crying, sweaty mess.

“okay, pretty girl.” he purred, as he began to pump into you harshly, his pace quickening. he pound into you, your walls tightening around him as you felt your orgasm building once more. he lifted you up so your back was to his chest, bodies flush. he snaked an arm around your neck to hold you in place. chris fucked into you mercilessly, as you whimpered and cried for him to go faster, faster as you watched him fuck you through the mirror.

it was hot and filthy, sweat beading at your forehead and a light sheen covering your body. he thrust into you so hard you could barely speak- all you could do was whimper and cry.

“you look so pretty when you make those noises for me.” he praised, thrusting deep inside of you.

“oh god! i’m coming- fuck!” you cried, as you collapsed back onto your forearms, beginning to see stars once more. white hot light flashed around you, as your body shook rapidly as your orgasm took over. chris fucked you through it, your sensitive walls convulsing around him. you could feel he was about to finish, too.

“fuck.” he groaned, as his hips began to jerk. he quickly pulled himself out of you, and you watched in the mirror as he pumped his come all over your back (and probably your skirt).

you felt the sticky hot liquid coat you, and you smiled in satisfaction. he crept over your body to kiss your sweaty cheek. “let me clean you up.”

chris grabbed a bundle of toilet paper and ran it under the tap briefly. he wiped his mess from your skin, as you were collapsed into a heap against the counter, completely satisfied. like you were a hungry animal that had been a fed.

“sorry i um…i tried.” he laughs, pointing to your back.

“it’s okay, i appreciate the effort.” you smile, turning around to give him a slow, sultry kiss.

you pull apart from each other, now face to face once more, still both completely naked (save your skirt). he looked at you so sweetly, like he hadn’t just done the most filthy, vile things to your body. his hair was a mess, his cheeks and chest still flushed and lips puffy. he wasn’t real, you were convinced.

you both got dressed in silence, the weight of the situation starting to come into affect. you couldn’t believe what you’d done, it was so not like you- to not only hook up with someone at a party but someone like chris sturniolo? it was insane. at highschool you never would’ve thought you’d have a chance with him.

“so um, what now?” chris said, snapping you out of your daydream.

you looked over at him, his singlet sticking to his body and muscles taught and sweaty.

“i guess we go down stairs and act like nothing happened.” you shrug, saddened by the thought but knowing it was what would usually happen in these situations.

“or, we could go somewhere else?” chris suggested, zipping his shorts back up.

your heart fluttered, and you swore you felt it skip two beats. “somewhere else?”

he nods, grabbing your hand. “you could come back to my house, matt wouldn’t mind. the van has plenty of room.”

“okay.” you smile giddily. you couldn’t believe this was happening, there was no way this beautiful man wanted to spend more time with you.

chris tucks a hair behind your ear. “what d’you say?”

“why not.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant as you thread your fingers through his to hold onto his hand tighter.

you and chris quickly make your way down the stairs, hand in hand, as he drags you through the thick crowd of drunk and high twenty-somethings, the music so loud you could feel it in your throat. never had you felt so alive.

[milkiematcha]

jealous mark leaving bruises on your thighs, eating you out for hours after you flirt with others in front of him -🐡

yess this so much<33

+mean!mark, lowkey toxic, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it yall), wall sex

when you had first met mark, you'd been told he was nice.

such little information to start off such a large part of your life. but it was true, he was nice. he was he boyfriend who always had a hair tie on his wrist for you and let you keep his sweater- so many times that he'd had to buy more. after your first date, he'd remembered your coffee order, which was such a small gesture but it just confirmed everything you'd heard. he was nice.

but you never really settled for nice.

well, you did. you'd been dating him for nearly a year now, and there's no way you'd trade him for any other guy. but you did always crave a bit more.

and you weren't stupid. you'd seen the way his jaw clenches when jaemin makes a joke you giggle at, or when donghyuck wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quipped stealing you from mark. no, you definitely weren't stupid enough to miss the way he dragged you home, barely making it through the front door without pushing you against the wall and kissing you feverishly.

so you pushed him.

it was so simple, with him being so easy to read. you'd brushed him off to go study with renjun, or came back from a run with jeno in those yoga pants he loved so much. and when donghyuck had sent you a text about a new bar opening not too far away, you'd left it open on your phone, right in front of mark.

and of course, his jaw had clenched and he'd looked between you and the phone, tapping his fingers as if that was going to help him calm down.

"can i come?"

you'd pretended not to hear him, pulling your hair up and furrowing your brows until he'd asked again, this time with an edge in his voice. and you'd cheerily said yes, asking him to pick between a velvety navy dress and a red one, to which he had immediately gone for the blue one.

"donghyuck likes this one best too!" you giggled, turning to pick out a pair of heels. "he says this is his favorite pair of heels to go with it."

donghyuck had said nothing of the sort. in fact, he'd expressly told you that you sucked at walking in heels, and had strutted back and forth half-drunk the last time you'd worn them. but the effect on mark was instantaneous and ideal.

"i'm starting to think you're dating donghyuck." he was obviously trying for a joking tone, but the words came out raspy and deeper than normal. "i thought my opinion was most important."

"aww babe..." you coo, walking over to face him, fingers running over his shoulder to fix the wrinkle he hadn't bothered to notice. "know your place."

you were halfway surprised he hadn't just pulled you into bed then, but some 20 minutes later you'd managed to make it into the booth donghyuck had reserved, sipping at a sweet cocktail that tasted like a mix of pineapple and vodka that hyuck had shoved in front of you, demanding you try it.

mark had not seemed amused.

but you had, and you'd proceeded to take it from him and claim it as your own. hyuck had left, mumbling something about buying more drinks and getting fries.

"what in the world made you so upset?" you whine, sliding into the seat next to mark and tugging at his cheek. "don't tell me you wanted to try the drink."

his eyes roll and he moves away from you, scrunching his nose like a child. "i don't want donghyuck's nasty ass drink."

"this is why i like him more than you." you quip, mirroring his expression. "hyuck is fun and you-"

the drink is pulled from your hands and downed before you can realize what had happened. the whole drink, even the bright red cherry that you'd been saving for last. you'd protest, but jaemin is already sliding next to you, jeno right behind him.

jaemin is already talking, something about how jeno had burned a hand towel while cooking, and you're distracted for just a moment, just enough time to miss mark's triumphant half smile when he puts the glass back on the table. and he doesn't even like pineapple.

somehow, mark's final straw is when donghyuck returns to the table, balancing a 5 different drinks in his arms. three of the cocktails, one topped with a strawberry that he puts in front of jaemin, who rolls his eyes and pulls the strawberry off, pressing it against your lips expectantly. you grin, biting at it as jaemin flashes a middle finger at donghyuck before finally trying the cocktail. the other two drinks, beers, go in front of mark and jaemin, the former downing it all at once at the sight of jaemin feeding you.

donghyuck drops into the seat next to jaemin, pushing your drink in front of you with a roll of his eyes. "honestly, mark, why am i buying drinks for your girl. at this point, she'd might as well just date me."

the speed at which mark stands is shocking. he's away from the table before anyone can move to stop him, and he's downing a drink before at the bar you had even reached him. the empty glass drops from his hand, and the other wraps tightly around your wrist. there's a misty, far off look in his eyes, like he cant really see past whatever emotion is shining in his dark eyes.

"mark are you okay? come sit down" you murmur, tugging your wrist weakly back to you. "donghyuck was just joking, he was just messing around."

he's silent for a moment- which is incredibly unusual for the usually chatty man, but even more unusual because the look in his eyes isn't the normal misty-eyed in-love look that makes your heart flutter. no, there's distain in his eyes, a weird fury that could be directed at you or donghyuck or anyone.

"i'm leaving." he snaps, sliding a twenty dollar bill onto the dark wood of the bar. "you can go home with donghyuck."

"i'm going too!" you protest, struggling a bit to keep up with his long stride. "mark let's talk about thi-"

"shut up." his voice is harsher than usual, and deeper too. it's like his morning voice, but less raspy from sleep and more raspy for pure anger. but it shut you up, just like he knew it would. "you're such a brat. do you need more than one guy? are you a fucking slut?"

no

but your lips stay pressed together. he's not even really talking- it feels more like spitting insults by the way his voice has changed from its normal tone- but his words are still filling your stomach with warmth. he's really angry, his eyes are dark and he's standing like he's a moment away from yelling or something, but he looks really fucking hot like that.

"you are, aren't you? you don't have anything to say for yourself?" he snaps, and you step forward, not quite knowing if you want to calm him down or see what happens when he snaps.

"i'm sorry mark, i-"

"not this time, babe. i don't even think you're smart enough to know what that means." he's stepping towards you, his voice dropping further than you'd known was possible. "sluts only understand one thing, right? getting fucked is the only thing you understand."

yeah he's really fucking hot like this.

he doesn't touch you the whole way home. not once, and he barely manages to look at you. he looks pissed off, his jaw is tight and his eyes are darker than ever. but when the door closes-

"i should make you choke on my dick, but you'd probably get off on that, wouldn't you?" it feels like he's towering over you, your back pressed to the wall. "i think i'll just fuck you right here instead."

his fingers are pressing the hem of your dress up, his other hand closing around your wrist until you get the hint to hold the skirt in place. and then his hand is wandering under your panties, barely giving you a moment to prepare for two of his fingers pressing into you.

"you're already dripping. is it for donghyuck, or is it for me? do you even know the difference?" hes able to find the spot that makes your legs go weak so fast you dont have time to prepare, you knees buckling and your face pressing into his shoulder. "maybe we should both fuck you and find out if you're smart enough to tell."

you should both fuck me and find out

you don't say that, of course. even if you did want to rile him up, you wouldn't be able to say it with the way he's pressing his fingers into you. and then he's not anymore, and your hand almost drops from your skirt to grab him and press him back, but he's already on his knees and oh god-

his tongue is so rough, and so hot, and it's fucking everywhere. on your clit, and then pressing into you, and then it's replaced by his fingers again and he's sucking on your clit and you can't tell if it's pain or pleasure but your legs aren't working properly and the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall is his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in place.

he was normally more careful, more caring, but hes so fucking rough today that the knot in your stomach forms without you even noticing. his tongue is on your clit, still, but its light, not nearly enough pressure to do anything but make you want more. and the contrast with the way his fingers are roughly pressing into you hurts- it feels wrong, but it doesnt stop you from begging for him. he mumbles something, but you just tangle your fingers in his hair.

wrong move.

"hold the fucking dress or i rip it." he snaps, grasping both of your wrists in one hand while he stands. his other hand goes to undo his belt, and you can feel tears welling up and your eyes. "or are you too dumb for that too?"

yes, no, maybe, just please let me cum.

"no" you mumble, returning your hand to your skirt and hiking it up. your thoughts don't dare to leave your lips, you'd never get to cum again if they did. "im not too dumb."

"good girl. now jump."

you're pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around him and his dick pressing into you just slightly. he's teasing, letting the head of his cock sink into you just to pull out again.

"beg, darling. you have to show me you know how to behave." his voice isn't angry anymore, but the deepness and rasp are still there. he's teasing, he's being mean and he knows it.

"mark please, i wan't you so bad please-" your words are slurred as you try to shift your hips to envelop him properly. "please, i don't want donghyuck i want you."

his hips snap forward the moment hyuck's name leaves your lips. it hurts, but barely and you're already begging for more, the slurred words escaping your lips without you even thinking.

"say his name again, baby, since you want him so bad." he says, his lips on your neck. "be a good girl and say his name for me."

"donghyuck please" you whine, and he's pulling out only to slam back in again. "don't tease anymore, please, donghyuck"

he's slamming into that spot that makes your sight fill with white and you're moaning hyucks name like a slut, like the slut he thinks you are. he's cooing something in your ear and you can barely hear it above the sound of his hips hitting yours, and he's somehow managed to move a hand to your clit, pressing down just hard enough that the pleasure sits right on the line of pain.

"hyuck im so close" you whine, letting your dress drop and your hands dig into his shoulders. "it feels so good"

and then he stops.

"nononono please" your voice is shaky and you might be crying, you can't tell anymore. "hyuck- mark, please no"

"sluts don't get to cum." he says flatly, pulling out of you and letting you stand on shaky legs. "moaning for him like that- let him finish you off."

he steps back, and you stumble towards him, almost tripping with how horribly your legs are shaking. "you didn't cum yet. let me make you cum, mark, please."

"oh baby, i can always jerk off. you can't get off without me, we both know that." he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're grasping at his arms weakly, but he just pulls your hands off and steps back again. "goodnight, baby. sleep well."

and then he's gone, somewhere up the stairs. you're still standing there when the shower starts, your legs shaking from the memory of his touch. like a slut.

uhm am i back? mayhaps

anyway 🐡 im so sorry if the eating out scene is not nearly as long as requested, i rewrote it like 4 times and i don't think i got it right but i hope its still okay! and im horribly sorry for the long wait time, life was kicking my ass.

[diana-thyme]

I definitely believe in technology gods! What are the internet gods that you are talking about specifically? I'm very curious

Hello!

Not sure what this was in reference to, but I’m going to assume I mentioned Hermes.

The Gods I’m going to mention will all be Greek, because I’m most familiar with them!

I count any messenger Gods or Gods of communication as technology Gods! Hermes and Iris are my favorite to talk about, but really all of them count as technology Gods in my opinion. Technology works together and lets people communicate and connect with each other, which is the domain of these Gods.

I also see many Gods of crafts and science as technology Gods. Athena and Hephaestus, Apollon, etc etc.

And then there are Gods that have more individual correlations with technology. Aphrodite, for example, has domain over dating apps. Ares has domain over competitive games. Zeus has domain over weather apps, Demeter over farming games, Hygieia over clearing out your phone, etc.

I’m not sure if there are any deities of technology specifically, but I see most deities as having some form of rule over aspects of technology.

[zephyrchama]

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."

[heavenbarnes]

Do not go gentle

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: illusions to reader suffering "some" attack earlier, nightmares, reader and hotch are goofy idiots, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected pinv sex, dirty talk, pulling out, splash the back, mentions of m!masturbation, swearing, blasphemy, hotch has a size kink if you squint.

Word Count: 4.7k

Can you believe it? I've finally posted Hotch smut? I recently picked CM back up again and turns out he's still irresistible. Enjoy this, I did.

You'd only been back a week, after having two off, and Hotch already wanted to see you in his office.

This normally wasn't a cause for concern, usually you actually liked seeing Hotch in his office. Usually because it was for praise, he'd remark good work you'd done or feed you back something good he'd heard about you from another department.

It was also in that low, calm voice and he'd always have a hint of a smile working it's way to the surface.

But this time it'd be different.

You'd been off for two weeks and everyone was worried it wasn't enough. You'd been, quite literally, through hell and back and nobody wanted to push you too hard to get back into the field.

But you'd reassured Strauss, reassured everyone, that this was the best thing for you. You'd been going stir crazy on your couch in your little apartment, watching everything the TV had on offer.

You needed to get back into things, you needed to get back to helping people.

So you made the slow ascent up to Hotch's office and quietly knocked on the door, feeling it slowly swing open against your hand. He looked up from his desk, eyes connecting with yours and his brow raising slightly.

"You wanted to see me, sir?

He waved you in with his hand, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. You took a seat, doing your best to relax back into things and not let him know how nervous this had made you.

“I just wanted to see how you’re doing?”

You smiled, only gently with your gaze picking out flaws in the carpet of Hotch’s office. Nodding slightly, you lifted your head to lock eyes with him.

“Good, actually,” That was honest but you could tell he was a little hesitant to accept it. “I’m glad to be back with everyone and making some difference.”

“And how are you sleeping?” Clear and level headed as ever.

You hesitated, it was only a second but there was no getting past him. You knew you had to be honest now.

“Not well, that's only when I finally get to sleep, and when I do I’m right back there again.”

Hotch’s expression was as hard to read as ever but you could see a hint of sympathy? Sadness? Concern?

“And are you seeing a therapist?”

“I am! She’s great, she says the best way through it is to keep living until I have enough good memories to replace those ones.”

You thought there may have been a hint of a smile on his face but it was gone as quick as you saw it.

“If there is anything I can do to help you, just ask- or call.”

You gave him a smile, an earnest one and you nodded as you spoke. “I will, thank you, Sir.”

That went better than you expected. He didn't want to recall you back to the office for desk work, he was just checking in. You found yourself back to feeling how you normally did when you left his office.

Not really wanting to go.

-

Your apartment was dead quiet, you couldn't even hear the usual hum of your fridge as you left the bathroom. Your home was darker than you were used to, the moonlight struggling to get through the windows.

As you stepped into the kitchen, you felt the unmistakable air of company. Something was telling you that you weren't alone in the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your fingers reached for the light switch.

So close, you were so close when you suddenly felt a strong grasp wrap around your wrist-

Awakening with a scream, you felt your heart fight it's way out of your chest. Your neighbours would probably be leaving another not-so-passive note in your mailbox about this.

Sitting up on the couch, you found your lights still on and your TV still playing some mindless background noise. Another nightmare taking your sleep right from you when you needed it most.

Your cellphone lay on your coffee table in front of you, black screen staring back at you. Mulling it over in your head, you weighed up your options.

On one hand, he quite literally said to call if you needed him. But on the other, he probably just said it as a courtesy, something everyone says.

Either way, before you could really talk yourself out of it- you were dialing Hotch’s number and pressing your phone to your ear.

Zoning out a little at the dial tone, you were quickly snapped back by the sound of his voicemail service, a robotic voice asking you to leave him a message.

It all happened too quickly, your lips were firing off before you could stop yourself.

“Ah- oh God- uh sorry, I’m sorry this is- oh it’s actually me by the way. I’m sorry I called it’s just- I uh had a nightmare. That sounds really lame now that I’m saying this and I really shouldn’t have called- uh I realise now you didn’t pick up because you’ve got a life or you're sleeping- but I'm not and I uh- shit-sorry- Sir, this might be a record for the world’s most pathetic voicemail so maybe take this to a museum- or to a lab to have me tested because what the hell is this- anyway- shit- sorry again and enjoy your night- see you at work tomorrow morning, please- uh please don’t mention this or I will have to go into hiding. Anyways- good night- sorry.”

Hanging up after the message, you threw your phone at the couch and watched it bounce off the cushions and onto the rug. Stuffing your palms into your eyes you let out a pained groan.

“Please throw your phone into the ocean!” You begged, getting up from the couch. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

You had almost forgotten the cringiest voicemail known to man. With how focused you were on perfecting this terrible boxed mac and cheese, your mind was nearly elsewhere.

Just as you’d managed to find a bit of peace, a knock at your front door made you jump out of your skin. Doing your best to calm yourself down, you brought your bowl of macaroni with you to the front door to investigate.

One eye to the peep hole, the minute you saw the person on the other side- your heart dropped. Slowly twisting the lock, you pulled the door back to reveal one Aaron Hotchner.

A very cozy looking Aaron Hotchner.

“Sir-“

“I got your message, you had another nightmare?”

Your words got trapped up in your throat before you could get them out. “Uh yeah.”

“What about? Are you okay”

Clearing your throat, you did your best to focus your gaze on him, remind yourself that you were here- safe in your apartment and not back there.

“Same old, I’m alone in the dark and then suddenly- he’s there.”

There was that expression on Hotch’s face again, this time you were sure it was concern, genuine concern. It was unmistakable.

“I’m sorry this keeps happening to you.”

Just as you were about to brush it off, pretend like it wasn’t driving you crazy, you could see a faint smile appearing as he kept speaking.

“I couldn’t find a museum that'd accept your voicemail but I did find a 24 hour convenience store with ice cream.”

He lifted the bag in his right hand and you could faintly see the tub through the plastic. “Is that cookies? That’s my-“

“Your favourite, yeah it is- do you mind sharing?”

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you nodded, quickly realising you’d been having this whole conversation in the hallway.

“Oh yeah, come in- get out of my hallway would you?”

Hotch laughed, quietly, but he still laughed as he walked in. He went straight to the kitchen as you hovered by the couch.

“I can even share my gross looking boxed mac and cheese if you ask nicely.”

That got the rest of the laugh out of him, smiling over his shoulder as he made himself at home in your kitchen. Trying to give yourself something to do, you picked up the TV remote.

“Sorry, the TV’s just been on as background noise but we could watch a movie- only if you want- I don’t even know how long you-“

Thankfully, Hotch cut you off again. “I’d love to watch a movie, as long as it isn’t a cartoon, with dinosaurs or superheroes.”

As he rounded the couch and passed you a bowl of ice cream, you looked up at him with an incredulous expression on your face.

“I literally just rented ‘cartoon dinosaur superheroes’, what the hell?"

Your face broke out in a grin before you could even finish your dumb joke and it had an instant effect on Hotch.

“Yeah well, I preferred the TV series- it went into much more detail.”

Spoon in your mouth, you shot a look at your usually-very-serious boss. You weren’t used to seeing this many smiles- let alone hearing this many jokes from the man.

“Which one was your favourite? The green one?” You pushed the corny little joke a little further.

He glanced back in your direction as he lifted his own spoon to his lips. “I liked the one that put out fires.”

Immediately a grin broke out across your face as you couldn't contain your giggles. You quieted down to a hum as you nodded at his quip. “There totally would be one that put out fires.”

Leaning back into your couch, you picked up your feet to lean them on your coffee table.

“You can put your feet up by the way, I don’t mind.”

As quickly as you said it, Hotch was reaching out a long arm to wave at your legs. “I do, get your feet off the table.”

Looking at him in (slight) faux-shock, you shook your head as he did his best to fight off an impending chuckle.

“Excuse me? This is my house!”

Hotch’s smile only grew. “Hardly a house, it’s a living room with a bed in the back of it.”

Stunned expression painted across your face, a series of unintelligible noises fell past your lips as it was your turn to try not to laugh.

“Alright then, next time I have a trauma induced nightmare then I’ll be coming to your house.”

“Perfect, I’ll have the boxed macaroni cheese and dinosaurs.”

“Great, and I’ll pick apart every stylistic choice you’ve ever made in.”

Hotch finished off another spoonful of ice cream as he shrugged. “I think you’ll find I’m a very skilled interior decorator.”

You cocked your head towards him, eyes narrowed as you played on the bit. “Suuuurely not?”

“I am, and don’t call me Shirley.”

Eyes wide in excitement as he said the words, you couldn’t believe Aaron Hotchner was a certified funny-guy. Your stoic boss, your always knowing what to say, what to do, boss. You quickly reached for the TV remote off the table as the next thought struck you.

“That’s the one, I wonder if they're streaming Airplane!”

It wasn’t like you even lasted the first 20 minutes before you fell asleep. You felt so warm, so cozy, so at peace that you hadn’t even realised you were drifting off until you did.

Hotch didn’t mind either, just happy to see you finally sleeping. His right arm stayed firmly around your side as your cheek and hand laid against his chest, snoring only quietly.

He smiled from above you, tilting his neck just enough to gently rest his chin against the top of your head.

That night you dreamed, for the first time in weeks. You were in your apartment, but the lights were shining and the moon had cast a glow over the room. You could tell you weren’t alone, you felt the company, but you couldn't find it to be scared.

Somebody else was in your apartment and he remembered your favourite ice cream.

-

As you rushed through the door of the conference room, all eyes switched from the round table fell on you. Within an instant, heat was rising up your cheeks.

“Nice of you to join us.” Morgan teased as you slipped into a seat next to Spencer.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, scrambling to grab some of the files in front of you. “Slept in.”

A simple sentence quieted everyone back down as expressions softened across all of them.

“Slept?” JJ asked quietly, full attention on you. “You’re sleeping again?”

A smile cracked at the corner of your lips, nodding gently as you tried to keep your head down. “Yeah, first time in weeks last night.”

Everyone let you off the hook after that, it was all back to work and start filing the reports from the last case. As you all shuffled out to head back to your desks, you heard a voice behind you call your name.

Leaving just you and Hotch in the room, you felt that same heat creep right back up your neck. You stepped over towards him, only bringing yourself to meet his eyes once you were right in front of him.

“Sir, listen, about last night-“

“I’m sorry,” He stopped your babbling before you could even start. “I was out of line.”

Not what you were expecting. This morning had been hazy, Hotch slipping out with a sore neck from sleeping upright. You not even waking as he left.

But this was still-

“I shouldn’t have let myself get as close as I did,” He continued, his tone back to as professional as always. “It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t?”

Hotch couldn’t bare the look on your face. Eyes dropping in confusion and bottom lip daring to wobble. He had to steel himself, he had to walk out of that room before he did something that'd cost his career.

-

He'd completely closed down any chance for the two of you. You'd sort-of-kind-of resigned yourself to the fact it was never going to happen, but having it come crashing down right in front of you hurt more than you'd expected.

You didn't realise that you'd designated a space to him in the centre of your chest until you felt it break. Thinking back on it now, it will completely foolish to think your boss would ever dare to pursue anything with you.

But there was last night.

You'd woken briefly, just the once, and you'd felt his arm around your waist. You'd heard the beat of his heart just under your ear. You could've sworn you'd felt him press his lips against the top of your head.

That was all said and done now. If you'd known it was your only chance, you probably would've held onto it for just a little longer. You thought a hot shower after a long day would help to dissipate your feelings, but you still felt it weighing heavy on your mind.

Shuffling to the kitchen, you decided there was no other choice but to get on with things. What'd your therapist said? Keep moving forward until you have more good memories to replace the other ones?

Besides, you'd gotten on just fine before, without him. There was no reason for this to change anything.

Even after you knew how it felt to fall asleep beside him.

Swinging open the box freezer, you scanned the shelf for something to eat before your eyes fell on the scene of the crime. Last night's ice cream stared back at you with cruel intent.

You decided you'd make a spectacle of it, retrieving it from the freezer to stab a spoon right through the middle of it. The first mouthful stung, the rest was just...ice cream.

Dragging your feet towards the couch, you were nearly close enough to collapse into comfort when a knock at the door sent a fright through you that you'd never get used to. Cautiously, you pressed your eye back to the peep hole and screwed up your face in confusion.

"Sir?" You asked as the door swung open, finding Hotch back in that same place on your doorstep.

"Listen, I'm sorry-"

It was your turn to cut him off. "You really don't have to be. Like you said, it shouldn't have happened."

You'd been hesitant to look him in the eye as you spoke, roaming the spotted ceiling of your apartment hall instead. But as you shifted to catch his eyes, you found him- preocupied.

Hotch's eyes trailed further down, serious expression fixed to his features as his eyes moved to your legs. Only when you went to follow his gaze did you realise.

You'd answered the door fresh out the shower. Skin still a little damp, only in a t-shirt and a thin pair of panties.

You were standing in front of your boss in next to nothing.

And he looked like he wanted to eat you whole (he did).

He managed to clear his throat, to tear his eyes off your body and back to your face. Mustering up the courage, tensing his fists and relaxing his shoulders, he began speaking before he could think.

"I am sorry and I need to say it. I overstepped a boundary here and I put my own feelings for you over everything else and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable-"

"Hotch-"

"I thought I was fine with keeping this in my head and I never wanted to-"

"Hotch-"

"But I just need to tell you that this wont change anything with-"

"Sir."

Finally, your interjection managed to cut through and he stopped himself. "Hotch, you've never asked me what I actually want."

His features softened a tiny amount, his fists unfurling as he willed himself to relax the rest of himself. "What do you want?"

Taking a long stride towards him, you found yourself nearly chest to chest with the man. Your hand gently ran his tie through your fingers, twisting a little to grasp it for leverage.

"You."

Hotch sucked in a deep breath, his head tilted towards you but his eyes closed. "Please don't say that."

You looked up at him from under your lashes, finding him slowly opening his eyes to watch you move even closer to him.

"Got no reason to lie to you, sir."

You heard his breath catch in his throat as Hotch moved his hands, until they were just and only resting on your hips. You felt the heat radiating off his large palms, closing in until they spanned across your lower back.

"I really shouldn't do this." His voice was a hush, he was still trying to talk himself out.

Not like you were going to let him.

"Then let me."

Closing the space between the two you, your lips pressed against the hard line of his until he opened up for you. You lead things just long enough for him to get comfortable, falling into motion and his tongue pushing forward into your mouth.

His hands tightened, gripping onto your waist like he might lose you if he let you go. Walking you back into your apartment, he blindly kicked his leg back to shut the door. Surging forward, he had the backs of your thighs against the arm of the couch.

Pulling back to take a look at you, his eyes moved to you swollen lips. His thumb came up to brush against your lower lip, gently gripping it between his fingers.

"Pretty, pretty girl," He sighed, you could feel his thigh slotting between your legs. "Such a good girl."

You couldn't stop it, the heady little moan that fell from your mouth at his words. Mixed with the soft feeling of his suit pants pressing to your core, undoubtedly you were leaving some kind of mess on the expensive trousers.

Hotch flexed his thigh, enjoying the feeling of you grinding yourself against his leg like a desperate slut. He watched as you tipped your head back, exposing the column of your throat to him.

Ducking his head, he pressed his lips in a line down your neck and biting gently at the join of your shoulder. "Get up on the couch."

His voice was a rumble in his chest, but there was a command in there that had you moving without being told twice. You went to sit down on it, but Hotch caught you and spun you slightly till you were falling onto the cushions on your knees.

Arms slung over the back of the couch and ass pointed out, you looked back over your shoulders with hazy eyes. Hotch slipped his suit jacket off, throwing it across a chair as he started to roll up his sleeves.

It was so simple, such an easy move but it had an effect on you like nothing else. His strong arms came into view and the veins on his hands flexed as he rolled the fabric. You could feel the damp spot growing on your panties.

This was a different Hotch than the one that stayed over the other night. This was closer to the one that sat behind his desk, stoic and unshakeable. Part of you knew the desperation that was hiding behind the stern look on his face.

You two really had one shot at this. The voice in the back of your head was telling you to enjoy this, it'd never happen again.

Snapping you from your thoughts, you felt two long fingers run up the length of your cunt. Even through the thin fabric of your underwear, you could feel his rough grasp as he gently began to rub at your clit.

Your head lolled forward, a gasp sounding from your chest as you backed your hips towards his touch. As he slid your panties to the side, fingers now running right through your wetness, you could hear the sound of him drawing down his fly.

"I've tried so hard- from the moment I met you-" The words fell from his lips, his knee coming up on the couch to get closer. "I've thought about this moment every night."

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, feeling his firm chest press to your back as his words spurred you on. You could picture it in your mind, your boss in the shower, alone in his bed- his hand fisting at his cock as he thought of you.

Pretty you, sweet and kind you. Always the first to do what he says, to look at him with those glassy eyes and say "yes, sir." To him, this was inevitable.

It was only ever a matter of time.

Swiping up the slick from between your legs, you looked back quickly to see him running it across the head of his cock. Your jaw dropped slightly, seeing the size of him as he dragged his hand down the length of it.

"Fuck- that's big."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud. Hotch chuckled as your words, his brows raising slightly as he did.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," He cooed, lining himself up with your entrance. "We'll make it fit."

Your eyes squeezed shut and a drawn out, frankly pornographic, moan fell out. Hotch groaned deep in his chest as he sunk into you, feeling the tight grip of your soaking cunt.

Feeling the press of his lips on your shoulder blade, he made it in fully before he stilled. He was giving you a moment, letting you catch your breath despite the ever-present need to absolutely wreck you.

Reaching back, you franticly tapped at his hip. Quiet pleas of "move, please move" filling the space around you. He was kind, he gave you exactly what you needed as he began to roll his hips into yours.

One of his hands firmly held your hip, the other ran underneath your t-shirt so he could grip at your chest. He cupped one of your breasts, rolling it round in his large palm as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

"God- you feel so good, sweetheart."

You whimpered for him, a pathetic whine sounding from you as you bucked your hips back against him. The hand on your hip began to slip forward, fingers coming around to rub against your clit.

From the speed in which he was fucking into you, the frantic movements of his fingers, the clip of his breath- he was trying hard to hold on. He was doing whatever he could to keep his cool but he was finding it increasingly difficult.

The prettiest girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, the subject of all his inappropriate desires was knelt in front of him. You were somehow tighter than he'd dreamed, somehow sounded sweeter than he'd imagined.

You were calling out his name, chants of "Aaron, fuck, Aaron-" that were no doubt slinking through the thin walls of this apartment and keeping the neighbours up.

He didn't care, he'd get you to tell the whole fucking city if he could. When you felt this good, when you looked this pretty for him? He'd throw his whole career to the fucking wind if it meant he got to do this whenever he wanted.

Maybe- maybe not that far. But Hotch wasn't really in the position to be thinking logically right now. Not when you were turning back over your shoulder to capture his lips, moaning straight down his throat as he continued to sink his hips into you.

"Fuck- you're so deep, sir."

Hotch could've come right then, there was no way he could keep it together when you were saying it like that. He knew good and well that this is why this was never meant to happen.

How was he meant to go back to work and deal with you calling him that, when he's heard just how good it could sound?

He sped up his fingers, messy circles rubbing at your clit as your whole body began to tense. He felt your back arching, pushing back into his chest as you cried out.

"God- I'm gonna'- Aaron- I'm gonna' cum-" Was all you could manage before you clenched around him.

Suddenly, your vice grip released and you were falling limp against the couch with a whimper. Hotch fucked you through it, feeling the shocks wracking your body as he drew out your orgasm as long as he could.

Hotch watched over you, seeing the blissed out expression on your face as you came for him. He looked down to see the way your cunt fluttered around him, a wet mess left on the shaft of his cock.

Taking mental note, he knew that he'd never be able to forget this. His one chance to have you like this, to hold you and feel you gripped around him. The sight of you took over him, his hips stuttering as he gripped hard on your hips.

You opened your eyes just in time to see his head tipped back, strong arms and chest straining against his dress shirt. Hotch's lips parted as a quiet moan of your name ripped from his chest.

Quickly, he slipped himself out as he stroked himself over your ass. Long fingers pulled your panties down around your thighs as hot ropes of cum painted your lower back and behind. Your eyes were growing hazier but you kept them open to watch as he did it.

You were slumped over the back of the couch, high dissipating through your body as you heard him tuck himself back into his trousers. You could hear him moving away, but soon he returned with a warm cloth against your back.

Slipping your panties back into place, he turned you around gently and settled you into his side. Right back where things had started, your sleepy body falling into him.

You both knew it, that this would be the last time. This would never go anywhere else. But there was part of you that'd become content with that, getting used to the strong beat of his heart beside your ear.

Feeling a strong hand brush against your face, this time you were sure of it. His lips pressed softly against the top of your head as you began to drift off asleep.

You knew he'd been gone again when you woke up, you'd both show up to work like all of this hadn't happened. But that was okay, you felt the sleep overtaking you- a feeling that you'd missed.

You slept absolutely soundly, for the second time in weeks.

[yayll]

~ a little something about you and Dazai working together... or at least trying to ~

"Hold still! God, you really need to be more careful, Dazai, I worr-"

He blinks, and tilts his head, his voice soft yet firm as you both sit on the agency's couch.

"Would you mind looking at me real quick?"

You glance up from disinfecting his wound, and hum.

"Mm, why?"

He sighs, and when he speaks his voice comes out dramatic yet tantalizing, the way he always makes it sound when he knows he's about to say something silly. Something you'll hopefully scold him for! Yum...

"Oh, no reason... Just wanted a little kiss before I inevitably die in your loving embrace~"

You roll your eyes and groan, it makes his stomach do flips. There it is, that adorable shade of pink he loves so much! It matches the one you had on in bed this morning, but that's too naughty to think about now... Dazai hears the way your voice is significantly less strict, and he knows he has you. When does he not?

"Not now, Dazai-"

He interrupts, pouting as he reaches over and twists a lock of your hair in between his slender fingers, twirling it mindlessly while you mend his wound. He gives you a melting expression as his eyes droop enough for you to have no choice but to notice his despair as he whines.

"Mmm, why do you always only call me Dazai when we're at work?"

You sigh as you gently finish dressing his wounds, the fresh bandage mingling with his older ones... He makes a mental note to have you change those later too.

Anything to keep your hands all over him. Desiring him. Always in sight, always on the mind.

"Because we're at work... we're professionals, remember?"

That silly little comment makes him scoff.

"Hmph. Well, everyone knows..."

"Know what?"

"That you and I kiss in the supply closet sometim-"

You fling yourself against his chest and clamp his mouth shut, cheeks burning redder than a tomato. He licks the inside of your palm, causing you to immediately yank your hand away with a small squeak. You can't hold back the way your lips curl into an embarrassed smile as you hiss, and it makes him almost froth at the mouth... Trying to relearn decency is hard when he's this close to you.

"Professionals, Dazai!"

"... We should kiss" He blurts out, face smug.

"No"

"But it huuurtssss!" He's desperate now, resorting to the lowest of the lows so you'll accomodate him against all wishes, not like he has any shame left. He dramatically points at his wrapped up wrist, and slumps back onto the couch as he deflates into deadweight.

Your face softens and you look down, sighing in resignation that your boyfriend might just be a total baby FREAK. His pupils turn into hearts when you speak to him in the way he wants you to.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Who are you referring to?"

"You..?"

He smirks devilishly, and shrugs, feigning ignorance as he looks off to the side, arms crossed. You slowly start to get it, and crack a smirk. You exhale, shaking your head as you give him what he covets for.

"... Where does it hurt, Osamu?"

There it is, the magic word. By the time you're done asking that he's already crawled ontop of you, cornering you on the small loveseat and caging you in between his slender frame. Dazai takes your hand in his, and intertwines your fingers together as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose. His voice is soft, gentle, and talks you through it, just how he did this morning.

"Mmm, I'm not sure anymore... Let's find out together"

Your breath hitches, and you become bashful under him. He looks at you with narrowed eyes, knowing what it does to you, but more importantly what it does to his sick little mind. Leave it to Dazai to turn playful banter into something that will surely leave the two of you a mess... Hopefully you a little more than him. You whisper, a little breathless.

"Oh, now you're just baiting me, huh..."

"Well if I'm bait, then you're biting."

He whispers back, as if sucking the very life force out of you with his eye contact alone. This is how he wins, how he secures heaven for himself every single day, selfishly. He's not hiding anything in his expressions. He wants you for him, and no one else.

You really never stood a chance.

[daisynik7]

Remember when I said Nanami is super against PDA? 

He gets so angry at you for teasing him during dinner with friends. The way you glide your palm along his inner thigh, flirting dangerously close to the bulge in his slacks. How you spread your legs beneath the table in that slutty dress he likes so much, brushing your knee with his, letting the hem ride up. He knows you’re not wearing any panties tonight because you fucking told him on the way to the restaurant, as casual as if you were talking about the weather. You knew it would rile him up as soon as he heard it, knew how it would be the only thing on his mind the rest of the night. At the table, he’s quieter than usual, jaw clenched, fists tight by his sides, doing everything he can not to rip that dress off and fuck you right there in front of everyone. 

So, when they suggest karaoke afterwards, he’s inclined to reject the invitation, hoping to bring you home as soon as possible to fuck you senseless. But no; you just have to torment him a little bit longer. You agree to meet them there, and on the way to the car, as if you haven’t teased him enough, you flaunt your ass at him, completely aware of the erection strained in his pants, begging for release. 

He's had enough of your antics. He hauls you into the backseat, sitting you right on his lap, you facing forward. He unzips his pants, pulling his hard cock out, hoisting the hem of your dress past your waist, erection pressed between your ass cheeks. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this?” he huffs in your ear. He spits loudly on his hand, reaching between your legs, wet fingers flicking your clit rapidly. “My naughty little slut, seducing me in front of all our friends. You’re going to pay for this. Going to fucking regret it.” His voice is low, sinister, and so fucking sexy. 

His fingers work overtime on your bud, squelching lewdly with arousal as his other hand grips your knee, keeping you spread open for him. He kisses the nape of your neck, sucking hard on your skin to mark you. The tinted windows begin to fog up from the heat emitting from your bodies, and soon, your skin is dewy from sweat. A few more strokes and you’re coming for him, pussy fluttering around nothing, begging to be filled. 

He chuckles, unrelenting as his fingers continue to rub circles on your swollen clit. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart? To be punished.”

You nod, tongue lolling out of your mouth, still electrified from your orgasm. 

“You’re going to take this cock like the greedy slut you are, got it?” 

You nod more erratically, whining, “Yes, fuck me Kento, fuck me!”

So he does, guiding his cock inside you slowly, stretching out your tight pussy until he bottoms out. His hands are firm on your hips, rocking you back and forth on his lap as he thrusts up into you, growling, “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Make a fucking mess on my cock.”

You lean back against him, eyes closed, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as your fingers caress your clit while he pounds you from behind. He kisses you sloppily, swirling his tongue around yours, lapping at your saliva. You orgasm for him once more before he pumps his cum deep inside you, moaning your name, replacing your hand with his to massage your puffy clit between his fingers. “You’re going to keep my load inside you the rest of the night. Got it?” he whispers, kissing you passionately, catching his breath. “This is your punishment for being a bad girl.”

~~~

“What took you two so long?” Gojo asks with a brow raised, eyeing you and Nanami suspiciously when you enter the private room at the karaoke bar. “You’re thirty minutes late.”

Nanami’s hair is matted to his forehead, sticky from perspiration. His pants are wrinkled after riding him, tie crooked from when he loosened it during your fuck fest, trying to find relief in the sweltering heat in the backseat. You’re no better, makeup smudged on your face, legs squeezed tightly together, clenching your pussy to prevent his cream pie from leaking down your legs. 

Nanami fixes his collar, blushing from the neck up, muttering, “Sorry, got a little lost along the way.”

[lilvalleys]

Lady May | DR3

in which danny boy has a sweet little cowgirl girlfriend…

warnings - LITERALLY none.

a/n - i’ve been slacking so i thought you guys deserved some fluffy fluff , im sorry this sucks…

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[aizawas-dryeye]

➭ravenous (satosugu x reader)**

content: polycule, threesomes, reader has a vagina but gender neutral pronouns, dom!gojo, switch!geto, switch(ish)!reader, multiple orgasms, anal and vaginal sex, spitroasting, oral (p and v), throat fucking, cum eating/swapping, cum as lube, top!gojo, bottom!geto, creampies, overstimulation, train choo choo, petnames (baby, lovey/love, slut literally once), author is ovulating

words: 2.8k

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

i was gonna post this tomorrow morning but im nice

• • •

This is how you die, you're sure of it. After a painfully long month without seeing your two boys, they waste absolutely no time pawing at your clothes and dragging you to bed when you finally walk through the front door. And they must be in a mood with how rough and punishing they are, as Gojo drills his long, pink cock in and out of your hole, seemingly with the intention of fucking into your cervix. Unlike Geto, who made sure to pull you to the edge of the bed prior so your head hung off before gripping your neck and pushing his cock past your lips slowly.

There is truly nothing you can do, or say, or even think at this point as the two ravage you, filling up your greedy little holes to the point where the only thing you can do is listen to the glorious sound of the two men moaning in unison. Every now and then the noise will muffle, only to be replaced with the slick sound of lips slotting together in a desperate kiss. Your cunt clenches with envy, unable to watch the way Gojo is inevitably pulling at Geto's long hair at the root, and how the latter's eyes are no doubtably rolled back.

Gojo is the first to pull away, panting against his lovers lips as his hips stutter against your ass. "Fuck, baby," he groans, pushing your thighs up further to spread you wider. You moan around Geto's cock when Gojo lands a few playful slaps on your clit with his finger tips, making the other squeeze your throat even tighter before relenting.

Gojo scoffs. "Y'too nice," he says, his voice all playful and gravelly. "Sluts like this enjoy suffocating. Fuck into their mouth a little deeper, hm? Good boy. If you c'mere I'll kiss that pretty neck of yours." He talks about you like you're not even there, like he's doing nothing but teaching his boyfriend how to use a throat, and it makes your insides throb.

Those words alone are enough to make Geto fuck into your mouth like it's a pussy, whining as he nearly throws himself over you to cling onto Gojo, who makes good on his promise and sinks his teeth into his neck. "A-ah, Sato! S'good, they feel so good," Geto whines, barely able to get his words out through loud moaning. Your hands uselessly grab at his hips, begging with a mouthful of cock for him to slow down, but the bruising soreness in the back of your throat has your head going all fuzzy.

Especially when his moans start getting breathier, and his thrusts sloppier. He pulls away from the other man and braces his hands against your shoulders, unnecessarily pinning you even more. "Ah-haah, aah! F-fuck! Cumming..!"

You feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, almost soothing the soreness like warm honey. Before you can even think about swallowing around Geto's twitching cock, Gojo slaps your clit again, effectively grabbing your attention and forcing out a pained little whine. "Keep sucking him off, lovey. And don't swallow yet, got it?" he growls, fucking into you slower, deeper, wanting to drag this out as much as possible.

The way Geto gasps, nearly choking as you grip his hips to keep him from pulling away makes Gojo's cock twitch. His balls tighten and with the way your cunt is milking him, he can tell you're close too. Perfect. Gritting his teeth, he lets his cock slip out of you knowing how you'll whine, before crawling up your body to straddle your stomach. "O-oh, fuck... Wha's the matter Sugu? Too— hng— too much?" his voice pitches up when he runs a tight fist over his cock, eyes trained on the way your throat begins to bulge as Geto gets hard again, despite the sharp zaps of overstimulation that run down his spine.

It's a wonder how you haven't managed to swallow any of the thick cum in your mouth. Not that anyone would notice if you did with the way Geto's tip leaks like a damn faucet. His thrusts are shallower than before, but still maintain a desperate pace as he moans your name like a prayer. You feel him try to pull his hips away, but Gojo is faster. His free hand shoots out to grab his hip, forcing him back down your throat.

"Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum down their throat again? Already? It's that good, huh?" he moans, fucking into his fist now, feeling his orgasm bubble up like lava in the pit of his stomach. So deliciously hot he can't help but throw his head back, cerulean eyes pinched closed as his balls seize and his cock kicks as he orgasms, coating your chest and chin in ropes of hot, sticky cum. "O-oh, fuck fuck fuck! So fuckin' hot. My babies."

Geto hiccups, his pretty face beet red as his hips falter. He's so lost in the pleasure that his brain nearly short circuits when Gojo pushes him out of the sweet, plush warmth of your throat. Babbling pleas fill the stuffy bedroom even as Gojo manhandles him onto the bed, face down ass up like he likes. Geto's cock hangs, heavy and pulsing, between his legs as he looks back with lust-clouded eyes.

Gojo turns his attention back to you, grabs you by the cheeks and helps you sit up. His lips are on yours in a second, tongue seeking the delicious mix of spit and cum you so diligently kept in your cheeks. He all but scoops it from your mouth with his tongue, moaning lewdly at the taste. It truly takes everything for you to pull away, too worked up over pushing and pulling Geto's cum throughout your mouths as Gojo pants, groping at every inch of your exposed skin. You only do when Geto groans, staring at the two of you over his shoulder as you make a mess of each other. Glancing down, you see his long fingers are curled around his cock, stroking himself with a shaky rhythm.

You smirk and grab Gojo's cheeks to turn his face towards the raven haired man and his eyes light up. With a teasing pout, Gojo crawls toward his boyfriend and spits warm, frothy cum on his hole. "C'mere babe," he purrs, roughly pulling Geto down the bed so there's ample room for you to lay beneath him. You do just that when Gojo pats your bottom playfully; you lay so Geto's face is inches from your cunt. His eyes flutter shut with a husky moan when you buck your hips up, needing his touch.

"Looks like that pussy missed you, huh Sugu?" Gojo says, rubbing his middle finger around the other man's slippery hole. Fuck, he can already slip it in, but he resists, only lets his fingertip trace around the wet rim, watching it clench around nothing. "Give it a kiss for me, baby. Look, it's beggin' for you."

You squeal when Geto leans forward, near growling as he laves his tongue over your clit. He keeps your thighs pinned down with his arms as he moans into your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it. Like your pleasure itself is his life source. Even when he speaks— or tries to speak, not that he's totally successful when Gojo finally eases a finger into his hole— he's talking right against your cunt so you feel every vibration and breath. "They taste so good. Can taste you too, Sato," he says, voice hitching up when the albino man behind him gently fucks him with his finger.

Gojo grins, cock already hardening again as he watches Geto devour your cunt. It certainly doesn't help at Geto is fucking himself on his finger now, working himself up before the real fun can even begin.

"Don't tell me, tell them, baby," Gojo says, inching another long finger into Geto's ass. Geto sobs against your cunt, panting and babbling against the slick mess about how delicious, how divine, you taste. Always a drama queen, but you won't ever deny that his desperation doesn't make you soaking wet.

You feel him choke on a gasp when Gojo fucks a third and final finger into his ass, curling and pumping them lazily, just to open him up. He's sure to avoid Geto's sweet spot— he's an absolute nightmare to stop from cumming when he's like this.

When Geto sucks your clit into his mouth it's like fireworks go off in your stomach, and you're once again hurtling off the edge of an orgasm. You whine out stuttered little apologies, poor pussy spasming around nothing while Geto works you through it, licking your cunt in satisfied strokes. Gojo tuts down at you and pulls his fingers from his boyfriend's ass before smushing the tip of his cock against it to keep him quiet.

"Don't got to apologize, lovey," he says and you swear you see little hearts in his eyes. Like the sight of his lovers getting each other off fills his chest with pride. Pushing just a little, the head of his dick pops past Geto's ass, and he shushes his surprised whimper before speaking again. "Sugu was such a good boy, right? That's why 'm gonna reward you, baby. Why don't you get that cuties pussy ready for your cock, hm?"

Not that you needed to be prepped after having your hole fucked and licked open, Gojo just likes to be a tease. Nonetheless, Geto is quick to listen, easily shoves two thick fingers into your cunt and bullies your sweet spot. You squeal and reach out to shove his head away when he latches back onto your over sensitive clit, but he's fast too and easily snatches your wrists and pins them to your tummy.

"S-Sugu! Baby, slow down!" you yelp. It's like he's getting revenge for you overstimulating him earlier, and you honestly can't blame him, it's hot as hell. It only gets better when Gojo finally bottoms out and his hand comes down on Geto's neck to push him deeper into your cunt.

The two men moan together when Gojo gives a gentle thrust. Gentle for now anyways. "Oh, fuck baby," he groans, tossing his head back and tightening his grip on Geto's neck ever so slightly. "Fuck baby. You gonna take his cock? So I can make him fuck you till you cum?"

His hips gain traction with every filthy word spilling from his mouth. Satoru Gojo is a talker through and through, it doesn't matter the situation, time, or place. He loves to hear himself speak, and luckily for him, you and Geto tolerate it. You'd never say it out loud, but you both love it.

Geto whimpers with your clit in his mouth like a pacifier when Gojo nails his prostate over, and over, and over. He tries to keep steady, wants to eat your pussy like you deserve, but Gojo's thrusts push his body up the bed. His incessant whining doesn't help either.

Eventually he whines in defeat and detaches himself from your cunt, only to grip you by the hips and drag you further beneath him. So his warm, throbbing cock is pressed snuggly between your lips. Quickly, like he can't help himself in this state, he lets his cockhead catch on your hole before forcing it deeper.

The way he stretches your oversensitive walls makes your thighs tremble in his grip. He's slightly thicker than Gojo and you can feel each inch he pushes into you like electricity. A couple seconds of uncoordinated and desperate thrusts before the two fall into an easy pace. Every time Gojo drives his hips forward, it pushes Geto deeper into your cunt, nudging right against the spot that drives you crazy.

"Ggh—! You're tight, love. Shit!"

Gojo hums and leans over Geto's back so he can purr against his ear. "Mhm, you know all about that, don't you Sugu~?" He slaps the other man's ass with his free hand, and relishes the way it jiggles and makes Geto tighten up. It makes the cock inside you twitch heavenly, pushing right against your womb as Gojo uses him to fuck you.

He turns his attention to you, gripping your face with his long, slender fingers. "S'he feel good, love?" he asks. You're being forced to nod before you can even think to respond, because Gojo knows. His six eyes can easily detect the way you grip at the sheets and tremble beneath the two. Like you don't know what to do with your body when they get you like this.

Gojo moves his hands under your knees and uses you as leverage so he can hover over Geto and hammer into him harder, subsequently fucking you harder. This angle has Geto’s cock pushing deeper, hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust until you see stars.

“S-Sato! Sugu! W-wait, wait— ah! I can’t!” Your eyes are blurry with tears now, but you do catch the way Gojo whispers something in your boyfriend’s ear. Then, Geto’s thumb presses against your clit and you nearly scream. Your back arches (as much as it can beneath the weight of two men) off the bed as your sudden orgasm runs through your body like electricity. Gojo holds you steady while he picks up the pace, working Geto’s body like a little fleshlight while he utters praise to the two of you. You’re not even sure the latter can form words at this point, not when your seizing cunt is clamping down around his dick and his ass is speared open. Best he can do is arch down and latch onto your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin through a staccato of moaning.

“Fuck fuck fuck, lovey, you’re so sexy. Both of you— shit! So fuckin’ sexy, yeah,” Gojo pants, digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Sweat drips down the valleys and curves of his toned torso, giving an almost sparkling, angelic look about him. Though, that could be the tears in your eyes.

You dare to glance down when Geto kisses down your chest so he can latch onto your nipple. His face is spread with an almost berry colored blush, also glistening with sweat, and his long hair frames his face in sweaty clumps. Oh fuck, you would cum again if your body didn’t feel like it was burning from the inside out.

“Haah, gettin’ tight,” Gojo grits out, giving Geto another slap on the ass. “Know you’re c-close, baby, don’t gotta hold it. Fuck, I’ve been on edge for like, ages. C’mon baby, cum with me.” His voice is utterly fucked at this point, all shaky and whiny, desperate to feel his partner milk his cock. Desperate to breed him more like, but Gojo keeps that to himself.

One, two more deep thrusts and Geto gasps out ‘Cumming! Cumming!’ before the two are moaning, shuddering messes.

Geto growls when he cums and gently bites at your nipple just so you grab his hair to yank him back. Unsurprisingly, Gojo on the other hand is the louder of the two. Always tossing his head back and keening in the back of his throat whenever he empties his balls. The contrast is cute and normally makes you smile, but your fucked out brain can barely even register the crushing weight when your boyfriends relax on top of you.

There’s a brief moment where all three of you catch your breath and slowly start to come back into your bodies that’s always pleasantly delightful after sex. Like you’re passing endorphins and dopamine between each other through skin to skin contact; your fingers in Geto’s hair, Gojo gently stroking your skin. If this isn’t heaven then you never want to die.

Geto is the first to move, raising up a little on shaky arms and Gojo follows suit. Hissing ensues when his cock slips out of you, and then Gojo’s out of him, but the two quickly find their places by your sides and snuggle up. Gojo even situates the blankets around you, not that you needed the warmth after that, always making sure to tuck his babies in.

You take turns giving each other little lighthearted kisses before your head hits the pillow. You know for a fact that your body will ache like nobody’s business tomorrow, but luckily you have two strong boys to massage you all over. Even if they act like ravenous beasts every once in a while, you know you have them wrapped around your fingers like a pretty set of wedding bands. Which doesn’t sound too bad at all.

[httpiastri]

some more paul and physical touch as his love language headcanons? 🥺🤲

aaaa i love love love paul x physical touch :((

i think that paul is obsessed with physical touch. as in, actually obsessed. as in, he's not able to be in the same room as you without having his hands on you. but not only is it something he craves and feels like he's starving without, but it's also his way of showing you how much he loves you.

he doesn't always like to admit just how down bad he is for you, though. when you've had a bad day, paul's excuse is wanting to comfort you; with you settling in his lap, his hands caressing your thighs as he listens to your rants, the proximity in itself lessening your pain. when you're in a crowded space, paul blames it on needing to keep you safe; with an arm slung around your waist, a hand on your side and his fingers grazing your ribs, he guides you through the mass of people at the festival, just to make sure you don't get lost and no one tries to steal you away (he doesn't know how to explain the fact that he keeps his arm there even when you're out of the crowd, though).

but a lot of the time, he can't be bothered to be shy about his feelings. in the mornings, when you're a mess of yawns and tangled limbs, paul will wrap you in his embrace and never let go, fingers brushing up and down your arms. when a race goes particularly well, he wants nothing more than to lift you up in the air and squeeze you tightly to him. and late at night, when you're wrapped up in blankets together and the movie on the tv is long forgotten, he loves to trace his thumb along your features, down the slope of your nose and over the apple of your cheeks.

but his favorite act of physical touch? hand-holding, 100%. he'll be holding your hand at all times – while sleeping, cooking, driving, eating, walking, cuddling, you name it! there's just no better thing to him than the feeling of your fingers slipping between his, the backside of your hand under his thumb, getting to squeeze your hand in his...

of course, he loves receiving it just as much. nothing beats the tingle that shoots through his body when your fingers thread through his hair, your nails scratch down the back of his neck, or palms glide over his muscular shoulders.

but not only is it in the needy way that he wants your physical affection; your touch really means a lot to him. it's comforting, stabilizing, soothing. and most importantly, it's reassuring, like a physical reminder of how much you love him.

[2aceofspades]

Further update...

I can't be stopped apparently...

Weak

[diana-thyme]

Magic For The Disabled

A few things that I do when I’m at my lowest. Made specifically for disabled people, but anyone can do these! See this post for low energy witchcraft ideas not directly related to disabilities.

Enchant your blanket for a good night’s rest

Enchant your coffee/juice/water/NyQuil/whatever you’re drinking to aid in recovery

Enchant food to aid in recovery

Place sigils around to aid in recovery, memory, etc.

Keep relaxing herbs/stones/etc. around

Cast a sleep aid spell (I have a bag with lavender and amethyst hanging on a bedpost)

Cast a recovery spell (I have another bag with a variety of protection and rest herbs and crystals)

Enchant fidgets or objects used to stim to calm you and to never break

Use energy magic instead of physical spells.

Use art/writing/etc. magic! Draw sigils, deities, write spells, recipes, shopping lists, etc.

Stir and infuse good energy/banishing into teas or coffees.

Keep some supplies nearby (i.e. tea lights, a lighter, grimoire, oils, etc.).

Use showers, washing of face/hands, etc. for cleansing.

Brush out the bad energy when brushing your hair.

Ward health aids or mobility aids against breaking and bless them to work quickly and well.

Use apps or websites for sigils, spells, etc. (VirtualCandleSpell for digital candle spells, Craiyon for sigils).

Keep room sprays near you and bless them to serve a certain purpose.

Make emoji/song spells! Use corresponding emojis and charge them with intent. Use corresponding songs, put them on a playlist, charge them, and listen to it whenever you want to cast it.

Use makeup/skincare as glamours.

Use sunscreen as protection!

Use wax warmers and melts instead of candles.

Use oils in diffusers instead of candles or incense.

Enchant anything you use daily.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

letting out a slow breath bc ur girl has finished both myths within like the span of a week, and we all know this post was inevitable. bc is she going to overanalyze? yes. is she going to overthink every little line on the basis of picking apart a character's mind? yes!

(bear with me and my xavier thoughts for a sec guys ✋)

i'll be less lore-heavy and more introspection-heavy, but as lighthearted as lumiere's myth story seems on the surface, i can't be the only one who got all sad about it, right? 😭 xavier girlies you get me, right? 😭 it's not light light, right? 😭

like i knew from the start that xavier's complicated feelings about lumiere were going to be rooted deeply, but this? 😭 the way you can tell it goes WAY back? 😭

because. it does. it goes all the fucking way back.

because what do we know about xavier? his subtleties. in general, he has that calm, reserved, collected trope... it's more on the easygoing safe, like a safe presence, almost aloof in nature. but it's almost as if so much more hides underneath that; like it's not totally 100% inherently him, like it's not entirely natural, like the part of him that's like this is maybe somewhat a façade that he's been putting up for so long, so it's just ended up... becoming part of him, by force of habit.

like let's look at the other end of that calm, collected trope: zayne. why do we feel like it's naturally part of his personality to be that way? he's calm, he's collected, maybe a little cold—but he's confident. it's as if it's been established somehow that, yes, he is like this, and he knows that he is. he doesn't hold back with it, there are rarely moments he acts out of this persona in some surprising manner only to awkwardly slip back into it—at least, you'd have to think hard about it to find one.

like,, he's soft and sweet with mc? it comes along naturally; we say, yeah. that feels like something he'd do. he's caring and concerned for mc's wellbeing? again, natural; we say, of course. his profession allows him to put in that extra care and concern.

but it isn't always like that with xavier, is it? why is it that xavier surprises us? why is it so common for him to suddenly act a little different from what we know, and have it be so jarring to not even to just us, but to mc as well?

there are so many subtleties to the way he seems to try to express himself, but always finds himself short of doing it in the way he wants to. the push and pull with mc? the soft moments, only to step back and be distant? then the sudden forwardness in contrast? the jealousy? the devs even go so far as to put so much attention into giving him these microexpressions, that like—it always feels like they have so much meaning to them. his basic animations? the way his eyes would widen or soften, the slight tilt of his head, the little smile that grows, even the way he'd shake his head and look to the side? and his card animations? the eyebrow raise? the little frowns? the narrowing of eyes? the very slightest movements of his lips into a pout or a smile? hell, even the hesitation in his voice sometimes, or the tiniest inflections, they all seem to say so much.

it's just,,, it's those little things. microexpressions. involuntary emotional leakage. they last for a fragment of a second, but they're there. they're always there. and with xavier, they seem to always convey so much more than whatever words he can muster. like something's desperately trying to peek through this persona he's built for himself, that he's getting there, but he isn't quite there yet.

then, why is that?

several factors.

family, for one. his role, for one.

because at his core, he's always been the prince of philos. but he's also always distanced himself from that title, his family, at the same time.

and how does mc recognize xavier to be, the first time they meet?

trapped.

—"they say he doesn't live on campus because his family background is complicated, and many people have seen him surrounded by bodyguards."

—"they aren't clad in all black as one would expect, and they keep a respectable distance away from xavier. still, these people exude an air of oppression. xavier, with his bag, is at the center of their group. it seems he's used to being stared at. the only difference is that rather than being his usual expressionless self, he appears slightly upset."

—"'you appeared to be upset, so i thought you wanted to be free.'"

—"'i wish xavier is free to do what he wants.'"

he wants to strip away the one thing he has associated with himself enough to be his identity, because it's an identity he didn't choose. he wants nothing to do with it, nothing to do with the responsibilities his family pushes onto him if he can help it. it's been that way from the start—he doesn't want attention for it, doesn't want to make a big deal out of it, would rather not be associated with it at all.

and the first time he meets mc, it's a testament to how much freedom being with her gives him. she saves him from that oppression. he's allowed to be a little more himself; a little less tense, a little more aloof, a little more joke-y, maybe even a little teasing, just—someone who can smile, and laugh, and speak—genuinely—without finding the need to hold back in some way.

it even carries over to every timeline he meets her in.

but duty is the enemy of freedom.

and what is expected of a prince?

is it not to be calm, and rational, and composed? is it not to be gentle, and kind? patient, caring? just, but to be able to prioritize his people—his potential future subjects—over just the one person he loves?

there's another line from his anecdote that stands out: "it's not that i like it. it's the only thing i've been good at since i was a child."

maybe he's fallen into practice enough with these habits, and these mannerisms, for some of these things to become part of him—again, by force of habit. but these are still qualities of an identity he never asked for. it's identity foreclosure: these identities, habits, skills; they were given. granted. forced upon him to learn. he's expected to be the heir to the throne, and he doesn't have much of a say in the matter... so it just. grows on him, despite his resignations about it. he has no choice but to allow his identity to be centered on this very role, these very expectations.

so much so that even escaping such a role, even abandoning philos as a whole, doesn't allow him to escape the identity he's built around it.

another factor? everything that's happened in the time before our current timeline.

because what does he maintain? a leadership position; captain of the backtrackers. a profession relating to combat; evol police, then a deepspace hunter. lumiere.

and he's retained certain things, too, like his more quiet nature, and the calmness that we've seen from him throughout...

and that's exactly the thing.

he's gone through so many identities. lived so many lives, for all the years that he has been living.

yet certain things remain constant;

and still, certain things threaten to break through from that shell that he can't quite let free so easily.

it's shocking, the first time we see him angry: the shining light card. it's shocking, the first time we see him more forward with his advances: kind words, tender nights. maybe, even a little shocking the first time we see him so easily jealous over jeremiah, even moreso over his own persona.

and again, we go back to that hesitation—the fact that he can't seem to express himself properly. because it's either he's incredibly awkward about it, or he just falls short of conveying what he wants to.

he has trouble being honest about his feelings, for example—difficulties in telling mc he loves her, difficulties in being direct to the point with her. he'd dodge her questions, be vague about things... he could never tell mc, as lightseeker, that the star tassle was from her in her past llife.

and:

the uncertainty in his actions speaks volumes, because he's sure of what he wants, but he can't seem to understand how to convey it properly.

it's like he's just so used to being princely, that he can't let go of it even if he isn't a prince anymore. he wants to. but he hides so much beneath that exterior still, and it's mc who's able to help him tear down those walls—mc who's able to make him want to try harder to. it's mc who's able to bring out those lighthearted moments in some of his cards, who helps bring light to the goofier side of him that he doesn't seem to be able to show to anyone else. it's mc who gives him his freedom.

and, i think—xavier's jealousy is just deeply rooted into all of that.

with jeremiah, and with other men, because he's not able to be as direct with his feelings as he wants to be, when other people can easily do that. because she is his freedom.

"to reach for freedom is to give it up."

that he's said this says so much about how he views things—because perhaps, he's given up part of his freedom for her... only for her to become his freedom.

he gave up his freedom just to find solace in her, when he's never made the move to express that clearly to her—and as much as he struggles to be more forward in his advances, he's scared that someone else will do it before him. so he'd reach for her, and fear losing her because of doing that, with the fear of losing her if he doesn't, and it's just this... whole cycle that he's so unsure of. he doesn't know what he should do.

and then add to that the essence of who lumiere is.

because who is he? what do we know of him?

he's "handsome" and "gentle". he's saved mc, twice, and become a fixation for her because of that.

it's silly at first glance, for there to be any issue in this—xavier is lumiere. they are inherently the same person.

but lumiere is a reflection of the person xavier is trying to leave in the past.

perhaps out of all the personas and identities we've known xavier to have assumed on earth, lumiere is the closest to prince xavier. in his aura, actions, mannerisms, speech, everything.

it's too close to it.

and it's not who xavier is now.

it's not who he wants to be.

—"lumiere... it's a name that only represents a moment in time."

—"lumiere is a person who should disappear."

in all the time he's spent with mc, he's been learning to be more himself and less of the mask he's been conditioned to assume from a young age—only for her to fall back into fawning over this lumiere persona that isn't inherently him, isn't who he's trying to be.

he's less jealous of himself, and more of actis with the hesitation of—does she not love me if i slip off that mask? does she prefer me when i'm like that? is it always going to be prince xavier; is it always going to be lumiere?

he'd feel the freedom he finds in her slipping away.

he doesn't want that.

he wants a normal life with her, without all these obligations, all these responsibilities, all this stress,,,

and lumiere won't grant that to him.

he wants to leave it behind.

but that's the thing, because there's also something he doesn't quite understand about it.

because by now, he's had so many identities. he's fragmented, maybe; unsure of himself, a little lacking in the confidence of which part of him mc will truly love, especially after all this time. and maybe he's aware of that or maybe he's not, but—

even the most conflicting parts of us are still us. and the more we attempt to be who or what we are not, the more we remain the same.

the only way he'll move forward from all of this is to accept the fact that even "prince xavier", even "lumiere", are part of him—maybe parts of him he doesn't want, but that still contribute to him as a whole. and it's something xavier needs to realize for himself, something that no one has been able to help him with all this time. something he's been conditioned not to believe. something that hopefully, mc is able to help him through, as an integral part of the very minimal support system he has at all.

just,,, :( living all these lives, chasing after ghosts, for so damn long... it truly fucks with your brain :( and lumiere's event just??? i feel like it sheds so much light on that when you read between the lines and like god. i have OVERTHUNK THE FUCKKK out of this lmao 😭✋

but there's so much more to xavier that meets the eye, and i think that's why i love him so much :(

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𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢....𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝙰 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚖-𝚖𝚘-𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔?..."

"...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝..𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎"

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎!? 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎.....𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚣𝚘𝚘

"𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢!"

"𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝?...."

"𝚘𝚑 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜!"

𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝....𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜!. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍. (𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜)

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜

"𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍!"

"𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡.. 𝚒𝚝-𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚎..𝚏𝚛𝚘-𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛..."

"𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝!"

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛?

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎? 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎? 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

"...𝚖𝚖𝚖...𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚝𝚢-𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜..."

"𝚖𝚖!..𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎"

"...𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝...𝚊𝚗𝚢-𝚝𝚒-𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗

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[ioniansunsets]

okokokokok but like Jock!Sett being so reckless and taking hits and just trying to get injured to get treated by the cute school’s nurse student assistant 👉👈 AND THE STUDENT NURSE ASSISTANT IS LIKE SO MEAN TO HIM!!!! choosing the most painful antiseptic to disinfect his cuts and using more force than necessary on his bruises cause they want to punish him for getting injuries on purpose!!!!

reader: tf you here for

sett: look at this cut on my face, if only a cute nurse would help disinfect it 😍

reader: 💀

✖ Sett Sending Himself to the Nurse's Office On Purpose ✖

✖ Word Count: 620

✖ Tags: Mutual Pining

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- Were you a Med Student or just a Helpful Volunteer? Sett still couldn't figure it out but that wouldn't stop him. Every chance he could get, reckless plays one after another to show off and to be in your care. He never saw you around campus, so his only logical train of thought was to get hurt and go get you to patch him up.

- " Hello beautiful~" He would smile as he walks into the infirmary, " I've grazed my elbows against the pillar earlier, give it a little love?" He would laugh, holding up his arm with the smallest of scratches. Injuries that honestly would never bother him. But what else could he do to find himself by your side in your loving care. Sett can't just show up here for no reason, no no, he has to come in with something for you to tend to. How else would he get your gentle touch. Your eyes on him. Your undivided attention. He leans into your touch as you smack him a little for moving while you cleansed his wounds.

- Over and over he'd come back with a scrape or a bruise, he can't help it, one of the simple joys of being in school was seeing your angelic face. He's a lover at heart, being able to just be near you makes his heart race. You were so mean in the most tantalizing way, you knew he was bullshitting yet you tended to him like everyone else. Such a sucker for love he was. His ears twitching excitedly as your hands touch his skin. You rub his bruises hard, he would wince but still, your hands were on him! That was all he could ask for.

- Only once, once did he actually come in with a serious injury. It was what started this all. His hand covering his nose as a big accident with a broken racket left a deep gash across his nose. Now a signature scar on his face, but the shock and worry on your face when he walked in. The way you went above and beyond in caring for him. The way you apologized as you disinfected his wounds. Alcohol on a cut won't hurt him, but no matter how you reassured him you still carefully tended to the cut. His heart melted. He was smitten. You were his own personal angel.

- And when a few days went by, he'd pop by again with a sprained ankle, and you checked up on his nose too! Your face close to his as you inspected his wounds. Sett's face was flushed, as red as his hair, his heart thumping away harder than any sport could make it go. You'd sigh and complain about him, asking him to be more careful as you tightly wrapped his ankle up. It really never occurs to him that he could just ask you out and not just go headfirst into rough situations just to spend time with you.

- Another time, he comes back, arms covered in scratches as he recused a cat stuck in the wires of the soccer field's fence. " Hello again beautiful." He comes in a little more embarrassed this time. You chided him for hurting himself yet again. " Hey this time it wasn't on purpose, the kitty was stuck I had to help." " What do you mean not on purpose! Was every other time intentional?!" He lets out an awkward laugh, realizing he may have accidentally outed himself. " Oops? Maybe?" You sigh as you soak his wounds in a stinging hydrogen peroxide. When you tell him to stop hurting himself he just smiles like the lovesick idiot he is. His ears flicking gently as you chastise him.