#oh yeah i went even further

[jestersking]

this thing will probably make 0 sense or it probably was already said but bear with me I need need to talk about (C!)Leo&Cube from season 3. So in season 4 Cube didn’t make an alliance with anyone or joined any group. I wouldn’t call him a lonely wolf or a hermit like some other players but still he said it himself (on twitter but still) that he doesn’t really have any teammates. He’s totally neutral and that’s cool. But why?  Mr. Cube isn’t the most powerful player. He is smart, he is cool, he is a lot of things. Powerful? Not so much. His redstone skills and brains can only get him so far. Being neutral only works with people who are strong in one sense or another. Clown, for example, can be perfectly neutral because good luck to anyone who’s going to touch him. Three Heart Trio powerful in their knowledge and immense grinding as well as the fact that most of their team doesn’t do much to piss off other people. Reddoons is. Reddoons. He is just Reddoons and that’s enough. Having teammates is usually bad, let’s be real, betrayal is more than common in the lifesteal but to weaker players with little to no pvp skills they are a must. Or at least it’s very beneficial even in a short term.  So let’s get to my main point: It’s Leowooks fault.  P.O.G was his first team. (his only team). And it wasn’t like Cube was alone in the woods for some time before he was picked up by Mid and Leo, no, it was almost immediate: they saw each other, they grouped up and P.O.G was formed. They were his introduction to lifesteal. They were the first thing that he would learn about lifesteal. That the teamwork is important, that there is nice people in the world of hunger and anger, that there was a reliable leader and that there was a thing that they could fight for and that they can be a hope in the dark.  But then Leos betrayal happened and the whole Decimination thing. Can you imagine this? Can you imagine putting so much trust in someone from the start and then realise that there was actually nothing to them? Again, I can not emphasise enough on the fact that Leo was one of the two people who gave Cube a helping hand at the start and the fact that they stuck together for so long only for certain someone to throw it away. How can one trust anyone, anything, when even if you were friends with someone from the beggining they can easily just. Forget about your history together?  I do belive that it was incredibly important lesson for my beloved Mr. Cube. That this is lifesteal, that there is no trust and there is no morals. But it still was incredibly cruel and probably broke his perception of teamwork and teams in general. Because why would you join anybody? Why would you put hours into working relationship and share shit with anyone? Why should you? It was proven to him once that it doesn’t work! It costed him two of his dearest friends, thank you very much.  So yea. Again it’s probably something that most of the people already know about or it was probably said somewhere or I am overdramatizing things but. p.o.g took my heart and won’t give it back. fuckers. 

[bunnihearted]

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐

[forgondor]

not a clue why this particular one is sticking so much but since i watched glass onion I CANNOT get Whiskey saying “I love my boobs. Oops! Sorry feminists!” out of my fucking brain

[cloudprincesslady]

i'm sure a million people have already said this sorta thing but goddamn this is the most frustrating hour of critical role i've ever watched

[rosesradio]

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[watch-out-it-bites]

I am. SO being fucked over by my school 24/7 but if I take extra classes I get to graduate early..

[thinkinonsense]

FANTASIZE❦

old!logan howlett x fem!reader

*mdni

cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)

wc: 1k+

a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.

It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.

"Good form today, kid."

"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."

"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"

Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.

If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.

No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.

It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.

❦

Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.

"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.

For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.

"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"

No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.

"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.

"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.

"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.

"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.

"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.

"Keep talkin', dollface."

There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.

You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"

"Why not?"

"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."

Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".

Which was far from the truth.

"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.

"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."

With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.

"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"

Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.

In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.

"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."

God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.

"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[bloodyarson]

not to derail but i think the reason why american english is so easy to learn and to speak for a lot of people is exactly because correct enunciation doesn't matter one bit really. as long as you make a noise that has the right vowels and kinda similar consonants people will understand what you're saying 90% of the time. and so i think, other than imperialism of course, this is one of the reasons why english is everyone in the world's "common tongue" now. even with a really thick accent english is still understandable, way more than most other majorly spoken languages. i mean, just fucking take a listen to french! or don't actually unless you want your ears to start bleeding.

so yeah in conclusion i think the reason why english is the language everyone learns and communicates in is because of this specific lack of a need to properly pronounce things, making it so much easier than most other languages for non native speakers. :)

americans be like i’m looking at myself in the meer

[rafeandonlyrafe]

yapper

words: 300

warnings: 18+ only, smut, talkative reader lol, female receiving oral, unprotected sex

“and then you'll never believe what hannah did!”

“what did she do baby?” rafe hums his question, focus elsewhere.

“she started dancing with random guys to make him jealous and it worked! he apologized and now they made up and they're back together.” you continue on.

“that's crazy.” rafe says, licking over your clit again, watching as your yapping is briefly interrupted by a gasp.

“i know!” you nod, looking down at rafe who is obediently eating you out while you catch him up on the gossip of the latest girls brunch. “oh, and you should hear about tiffy and her girlfriend. they're so toxic but absolutely refuse to break up.”

“is that so?” rafe asks, feigning his interest as he sucks your clit into his mouth, burying his head further between your legs.

“yeah, tiffy went to her girlfriends work and was being super snobby in front of her coworkers and when i asked her why…” you continue on as rafe moves lower, pressing his tongue into your hole, nodding briefly when you look down at him to make sure that he's listening while his tongue thrusts into you.

“oh, yeah just like that im close.” you tell rafe when he moves back up, tongue flicking over your clit, your tone never changing as you continue to talk, even as your orgasm builds.

“and then we talked about the party this weekend and i guess there's some fight about who is hosting it, and i said-oh, god, yes! right there!” you moan out, hips lifting as you cum, thighs clenching around rafes head as he sucks your clit gently through your high.

“and i said we could throw the party but i guess stephanie really wants to, but so does-” you continue on as rafe rises, wiping the pussy juices off of his mouth before grabbing your hips, sinking his cock into your cunt.

“why can't there just be two parties?” rafe questions, thrusting his hips as you roll your eyes like it's a ridiculous question.

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[bunnihearted]

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[sweetangelgirl7]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 🫧⋆｡˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

in which your best friend teaches you how to finally relax

warnings. bff!chris x virgin!reader, thigh riding, pet names

wc. 3.5k!

“c’mon now, you’re telling me in all your twenty years, you’ve never been with anyone?” chris asks, his tone in utter shock and disbelief as he looks at you sitting on the other end of the couch.

you shake your head timidly with a gentle tug at your bottom lip, slightly embarrassed as he says it out loud now. chris’ jaw practically dropping at your silent response.

“nothin?” he asks, even more curious and completely dumbfounded that someone like you had never had any sort of experience beyond what you’d seen on the screen. “not even like a first kiss?”

“no” you say softly, followed by an anxious giggle as your cheeks begin to heat up with pure embarrassment.

“stop fuckin’ with me kid” chris laughs immediately. your expression softens slightly at his laugh — of course he was teasing you, although you expected nothing less from your long time best friend.

somehow the conversation of your intimate life had never come up after all this time, aside from the occasional sex scene that would play out during a movie you two watched together. however, you always chalked up the awkward tension to your own self-consciousness in that field.

chris instantly noticed the change in your attitude as he tilted his head to the side with a soft pout “hey,” he says in an endearing tone as you look over at him, the same blush on your face “i’m not makin’ fun of you or anything, i just really can’t fuckin’ believe it” he suppresses another laugh as you could only shrug your shoulders.

you knew chris wasn’t a virgin, as he never hesitated to share the details about every other girl he had been with around you.

“you shoulda’ seen the way i had her kid” chris boasted to you, reliving the scene that took place the night prior. eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he thought of it, holding his hands out as he pretended to bang the invisible figure that was on his lap.

“she’s all ‘oh, chris’” he mockingly repeated the girl’s moans with a slack jaw. “‘just like that chris’” he moaned again, his voice high in attempt to sound as feminine as he could.

“yeah” you say softly, shrugging again “at least you’re making up for all my missed action” you giggle anxiously, turning your head back to the screen in the living room while chris keeps his gaze fixed on your face.

chris had always thought you were beautiful — he’d felt that way since the moment he met you on the first day of kindergarten. while he never shied away from telling you whenever he had the chance, it never went beyond a simple elementary school crush as you two remained best friends into your young adulthood.

the gears continued to turn silently in his head as his eyes scanned your body from the other side of the couch, biting the inside of his cheek. “who says you can’t catch up?” he asks, his eyes still on you. laughing quietly, you shook your head “i wouldn’t even know where to start.” you huff.

chris nods as you both continue to sit in a comfortable silence, the sound of the movie filling the space as chris’ eyes wandered around the room for a moment.

“come ‘ere” he breaks the silence, his eyes back on you as he pats the couch cushion next to him a couple of times.

his words causing you to look over at him, eyebrows knit together in confusion “what?”

“i said come ‘ere” chris says, patting the couch once more with a quiet chuckle, though he was being completely serious.

“why?” you immediately shoot back, your eyebrows knitting together even further.

“just do it” he says, rolling his eyes at your constant need for a reason. the tension in your eyebrows releases as you shake your head with a playful scoff “whatever” you roll your own eyes, scooting closer to his end of the couch.

“good” chris says, his arm now wrapped around the couch behind you “now sit on my lap” he continues in the same tone, causing your eyes to widen. immediately turning to face him, you couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. while you had always found chris objectively attractive, you never dared to cross that line with him. for one, you were all too familiar with his track record and after all, he’d always been just a friend.

“what?” you ask again, continuing to laugh as chris’ serious expression remained steady. “damn enough with the questions, kid — just do it” he chuckles quietly, although his tone still firm.

you knew chris wouldn’t give up, he never did. after a moment you rolled your eyes once more, before finally giving in. sitting on your knees, you slowly moved your legs over either sides of his lap. awkwardly hovering over his thighs, you looked down at him with the same flustered blush creeping its way back up to your cheeks.

“why am i doing this chris?” you ask anxiously, trying to cover your nerves with a bit of a forced laugh.

“hey” he says, his voice even more stern now as he looks up at you, his hands reaching for your thighs as he pulls you completely down against his lap. “what’d i say about asking questions?” he asks, your eyes level with his as you nod silently in response to his assertive tone.

“so damn stubborn, christ” chris laughs, rolling his eyes. his hands begin to slowly trail up and down your thighs in attempt to ease your tense muscles, his eyes locked on your face as you physically couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“just try to relax, alright?” he drawls out a whisper, his fingers kneading into your thighs. you nod, letting out another nervous laugh, still uncomfortable in your position with your hands resting at your sides “i can’t” you laugh again, somehow not being able to look at your best friend of almost fifteen years in the eyes.

“here” chris mumbles, his hands grabbing your wrists as he catches your eyes for a moment “put these ‘round my neck” he gently asserts, wanting you to do the work as you nod in response, your arms slowly snaking around his shoulders and interlocking your clammy fingers behind the nape of his neck.

“like this?” you ask, your eyes everywhere but his own as he nods with another chuckle “yeah, kid, like that” he smiles, his hands finding their way back down to your thighs.

“look at me” he says, his tone still assertive but sweet as you slowly turn your big innocent eyes up, anxiously flickering between his. chris smiles as you try your best to show a sense of obedience, nodding his head “that’s it, eyes on me.” he says, soft and encouraging.

while you managed to maintain steady eye contact, your body remained stiff as a board on his lap as chris laughs at the awkward tension. “don’t be so nervous, i’m not gonna bite” he teases, his hands still kneading into your thighs as they slowly trail up to your waist. he refrained from teasing your awkward behavior any further as he could sense the embarrassment in the blush on your cheeks.

your eyes immediately falling to your lap with that same nervous laugh as you shook your head “look at me, don’t look down” chris says, his hand reaching up to grab your jaw as he forces you to look up at him. “look at me” he says again, his voice authoritative yet laced with a soft and warm tone.

you nod your head, your doe eyes flickering back up to his as he nods back with a smile. “atta girl” he squeezes your chin between his fingers before dropping his hand back down to your thighs.

“close your eyes f’me, yeah?” chris asks softly, your eyebrows begging to slightly furrow before he could stop you, already knowing you were about to ask why again. “aht” he scorns, raising his eyebrows “just do it.”

you laugh softly at the fact that he already knew you so well before nodding your head, your eyelids slowly fluttering shut. “good girl” chris coos quietly, his eyes scanning your soft features.

“now take a deep breath, try to relax, alright?” chris asserts gently as you nod again. your arms still wrapped anxiously around his neck as your chest slowly rises with a big inhale

“that’s it” chris gently squeezes your thighs, watching you in complete adoration with a smile at the sight of you so vulnerable in front of him. slowly letting your guard down and finally allowing him to guide you through every step of the way, no matter how long it took.

chris’ eyes continuing to scan your face as your chest falls with an even bigger exhale through your nose. “beautiful” chris praises, his hands squeezing your thighs once more as your body slowly but surely begins to relax against his lap. “another one, try to relax a little more f’me” he whispers, his hands never leaving your sides.

you nod again, remaining as silent as a church mouse as you follow his every instruction. breathing in, your interlocked fingers slowly unravel, resting your hands against the back of his neck now.

the smile tugging at chris’ lips grows at the feeling of your hands around his neck “you’re doin’ great” he whispers, his hands resting comfortably and patiently against your thighs.

his gentle words of encouragement only making you want to hear more as you find the courage to sink further down onto his lap with every breath.

“is it okay if i open my eyes now?” you whisper softly causing chris to chuckle at your question. he was in shock as this was the first time you’ve ever asked him for permission — for anything, really.

although, he couldn’t ignore the affection and arousal beginning to grow even more at the way you trusted and obeyed him so well now, not wanting to open your eyes without his approval.

“of course it’s okay, kid, go ahead” chris chuckles softly as you smile, your eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light around you as they lock onto chris’ already staring at you.

“how you feelin?” chris asks with a smile, his hands giving your thighs another squeeze as you shake your head “not so nervous anymore” you giggle softly, although the blush still present on your cheeks.

“atta girl, look at you” he chuckles with a smile as your hands slowly begin to trail into the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

a smile pulling at your lips as your eyes still flicker between his “so..” you begin quietly “what next?” you giggle, genuinely unaware of what chris had in mind now that he had you on his lap.

chris raises his eyebrows playfully “easy tiger” he teases, smiling up at you.

“oh shut up” you giggle, playfully tugging at a strand of hair at the nape of his neck. chris hisses as his head gently pulls back “yo chill with that” he chuckles, shaking his head, knowing he enjoyed the feeling of you pulling his hair a little too much as he gave your legs another squeeze.

“you alright with givin’ that first kiss up now?” he asks quietly, his thumbs gently tracing back and forth on your thighs as his eyes flicker between yours. you never in a million years thought chris would be your first kiss, but in hindsight, you realize it’s probably better that it’s him than anyone else.

nodding timidly with a smile chris reciprocated with one of his own, his hand gently reaching up to cup your chin between his fingers. slowly pulling your face towards his, he let his lips hover near yours for a moment as your eyes remained open — anxiously and eagerly darting between his.

“you gotta close your eyes ma” he whispered, gently squeezing your chin as you nodded while letting your eyes close. with a smile, chris kept his open for a moment “just take it slow, follow my lead” he whispered again before letting his own eyes close, finally pulling your lips into his.

his lips were soft and experienced as your body immediately stiffened again at the connection, losing all the progress you had just spent the last ten minutes working for.

“relax” chris whispers against your lips, his hand gently and comfortingly massaging your thigh as you nod before reconnecting your lips.

his own lips slowly working with yours as you tried your best to mimic his movements. his hand slowly trailing from your jaw to wrap around the back of your neck as he gently pulled you closer. just for a second you realized maybe there was a reason he had so much experience, the way he confidently guided you through it so calmly and intimately — all without an ounce of discomfort.

chris’ hands dropped to your waist as they slowly worked their way around your hips. not wanting to scare you or move too fast, although he could feel the unavoidable erection beginning to grow beneath his sweats.

you slowly began to melt into the kiss as you felt the anxiety in your system wash away, your hands even trailing from the back of his neck to gently hold the sides of his face.

“good girl” chris hummed against your lips. silently giving him permission to take it up a notch as you leaned down into the kiss, your hands softly squeezing the sides of his jaw as you felt the almost foreign feeling of arousal rise in your system.

chris’ tongue gently brushes against your bottom lip. although you didn’t freeze at the feeling, rather letting your lips part open for him. his tongue now moving with yours as you naively began to reciprocate “slow down a bit, princess” chris whispers against you, sincerely and gently guiding you as he let the pet name slip past his lips, although you didn’t even bother to think twice about it.

nodding your head, you begin to slow your pace as you start to get the hang of it. the kiss lingered, slow and intimate, gradually evolving into something more feverish as your fingers slide from his jaw to the sides of his hair.

chris equally feeling the heat beginning to rush through his blood as his hands grip your hips, gently pulling you to grind forward against his lap.

a soft and sweet moan rolling off your lips for the first time as chris couldn’t help but grin at the sound of it. your eyebrows furrowing together with the new found sense of pleasure shooting through your body as you gently tugged at his hair, his lips falling open with a soft groan “good girl, keep doing that f’me” he whispers, his grip on your hips getting tighter.

you nod, now desperate for that friction and euphoric sensation again “chris” you breathe out softly against his mouth as he immediately pulls back, your lips slightly following his. “what’s a matter? too much?” he asks, genuinely concerned as he looks up at you.

“no, it’s nothing” you shake your head, your lips raw and bright red now, the same color blushing on your cheeks. embarrassed to even ask as you clear your throat “can i-“ you begin quietly, your voice just above a whisper “can i keep doing that?” you ask bashfully.

“do what, ma?” he asks, his brows slightly furrowing although he knew exactly what you were talking about but he wanted you to use your words. your blush getting deeper as you continue to whisper in that same shy tone “i don’t know, rubbing — i guess” you shake your head, too embarrassed to display any sign of confidence.

“yeah?” he asks with a smile “feels good?” he asks, his hands squeezing your hips as you nod with a breathy giggle. “really good” you whisper softly.

chris chuckles, nodding his head as he slowly spreads his thighs on the couch, keeping his legs forward with his feet planted on the ground. “move over here f’me” he slowly guides you over to his right leg as your body naturally straddles his thigh, just as you were doing his lap a few seconds ago.

chris’ hands find your body again as he looks up at you, his eyes intimate yet gentle as he slowly begins to guide your hips back and forth on his thigh. your eyelids immediately fluttering shut at the feeling, your hands falling to his shoulders with a firm grip as chris continues to watch you with dark eyes.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth to silence your moans, your eyebrows knit together as your fingers gently dig into his shoulders, continuing to let him rock your hips against his leg. “just like that” chris whispers, his chest rising and falling, only feeling his dick pulsate even more as he watched you pleasure yourself so sweetly.

leaning forward, chris couldn’t help but slowly press his lips against your neck — eliciting a soft moan from you. your right hand trailing up into the back of his hair as you grip a handful of his brunette curls between your fingers. “chris” you let yourself moan again, your tone airy and light as you begin to move your hips on your own.

“feels so good” you whisper almost inaudibly under your breath, your eyebrows knitting tighter together as your jaw falls slack.

“yeah?” chris whispers against your neck, still peppering slow kisses down your skin. the sound of your voice only turning him on even more “don’t be so quiet” he whispers again, his hands slowly falling around the curve of your ass now as he continues to guide your body against his thigh, “keep talkin’ to me ma”

the euphoric feeling growing in your stomach as you nod with your eyes still squeezed shut. your pace moving faster as you grind your hips down into his thigh, the friction against your clothed heat eliciting more moans from you.

chris’ hard on strained painfully against his sweats but this wasn’t about him tonight — only you. although, the sweet sounds of you whimpering his name and the way you tugged his hair were more than enough to satisfy him.

your stomach beginning to clench as chris’ hands merely hold you steady, your hips moving on their own as he kept his mouth glued against your neck. gently sucking on your skin between his lips as you whimpered softly, your fingers in his hair gently pulling his head back.

“chris” you moan again, your arms swiftly wrapping around his neck as you fall forward into his frame, causing him to sit back against the couch.

“i think i’m gonna cum” you whisper, your tone falling a bit shaky with a scrunched up expression as chris nodded in response. his hands firmly squeezing your ass, hiking his knee up between your thighs in attempt to help you reach your climax by adding a little more pressure against you.

“just keep ridin’ like that, princess” he whispers into your ear, planting a warm kiss against your jawline as you nod your head. your legs beginning to grow tight, your hips only push deeper into his thigh as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“chris” you moan again, your pitch high and whiny as your arms wrap impossibly tight around his neck, pulling his frame against yours as you finally snap. the intense pressure in your stomach releasing as you felt yourself let go “oh my god” you cry, your arm wrapping tight around the back of his neck as you pull his head into your chest, your fingers pulling his hair tightly with your release.

“shhh, i know, i know” chris cooes, his arm wrapped around your torso with a firm hand pressed securely against your back, gently caressing up and down as the other continued to help you ride out the high.

the bliss washing over your system as you feel your body fall limp between his arms, both now wrapped securely around your waist as your head falls to his shoulder with heavy panting.

chris’ hand still gently soothing up and down your back as your chest rises and falls in attempt to catch your breath. the two of you sitting in a euphoric silence as the sound of your breathing filled the room. chris gently turned his head to plant a kiss against your forehead, slick with sweat and baby hairs.

“shh” chris mumbles into your hair with another kiss, both of you savoring the sweet intimacy. “relax” he whispers.

chris felt a warmth rush to his chest, a sense of protection as he cradled you close. although beneath that he felt something different, something more — an undeniable desire beginning to tug at his heartstrings, driving him to want to be more than just your ���friend’ anymore.

notes! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ last fic before freaktober commences 🙂‍↕️

tags! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ @watercolorskyy @luvergirlgi @luverboychris @hearts4sturniolo @chrizzpiecreme @dietcokenumberonefan @sofieeeeex @eyelovedher89 @mattslolita @mattscoquette @sirenedeslily @jetaimevous @cxokanna444 @myobscuredmindd @strnsweet @x0x0bunny

[navybrat817]

Vanilla Frosting

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes a call at home and you decide to tease him a bit.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, banter, teasing, dirty thoughts, very slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he worships you.

A/N: I blame these photos as they gave me CEO vibes. And @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer . Again, before our couple has Muffin and Bean. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“I thought you said no calls, Boss.”

Bucky sighed and rolled up his sleeves as he looked toward the kitchen. You stood in the doorway with crossed arms and slow building irritation in your eyes. The sight of you always lightened his mood and made his heart race, but that look wasn't a good sign. Oh, he was in trouble.

Some sort of trouble.

As a CEO, he was always prepared to take the fall when it came to his company. Seeing your kissable mouth set in a grim line though? “It’s Steve’s fault,” he blurted out, throwing his best friend under the bus without hesitation.

“Really, Buck?” Steve’s voice rang out from the laptop speaker.

“Yeah, really,” he snapped. When Steve found a partner like you, he’d get why he bent his will to you over everyone else. Hell, he welcomed Steve getting a bit of payback because it would mean his best friend would have found happiness. “I’m sorry, Cupcake,” he added in a softer tone to you.

He didn’t want to take the call, he really didn’t. All he wanted to do was hold you and forget about the stress of work for an evening. He even assured you that there would be no work tonight, but Steve insisted he get on a video chat with some of the executive team. God knew the punk was relentless, but the unimpressed look on your face made him want to fire everyone and start from scratch.

The two of you had plenty of money, so you’d be set if he went that route.

“Steve’s fault, huh?” You slowly smiled after a moment. “Okay. You take the call and I’ll start making some cupcakes.”

Bucky cocked his head with a confused stare as you went further into the kitchen and out of sight. Baking cupcakes wasn't out of the ordinary for you, but you saying “okay” wasn't okay. He knew better. There was no possible way he was off the hook for this. He already had at least ten gifts in mind to buy you once the call wrapped up.

“I love you,” he called after you, not at all ashamed for anyone to hear that as they joined the meeting. If anyone eyeballed him or said an unkind word about voicing his feelings for you outside of the office, they could find another job.

“Love you, too!” You called back.

That brought a small smile to his face. “Let’s get started so we can all get back to our regular evening plans,” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

After a minute, he glanced over the monitor as he heard gentle movement in the kitchen. You weren't slamming things around, which was good. You understood how crazy things could get since you were his secretary. It didn't mean he enjoyed taking time away from the two of you and he didn’t want you upset with him. Even if you weren't upset, he still had to make it up to you. He-

“Hey, Bucky?” Your eyes lit up as you appeared in the doorway again with a small bowl. He was certain he forgot how to breathe when he eyed what you were wearing: a new black and white apron. And nothing else. Jesus fucking Christ. “You want vanilla frosting for the cupcakes, right?”

Bucky subtly shifted in his seat as you sauntered further into the room, his throat dry at the sight of you. The curve of your hips, your hardened nipples teasing him through the fabric. Calling you beautiful wasn't enough. Your beauty was transcendent, indescribable. The kind that made the strongest of people drop to their knees. He was a powerful man, but still just a man at the end of the day and you rendered him powerless. And right now he needed to focus on the call, but how could he focus on anything but you?

He cleared his throat when Jack rambled on about something. Or was it John? Who gave a fuck? “Cupcake,” he growled.

“I know I do. Maybe you can frost me later?” You scooped a bit of frosting onto your finger and wrapped your lips around it with an obscene moan. Thankfully he had his microphone turned off. They didn't need to hear your pretty sounds. “Mmm.”

He groaned when you showed him your tongue. He knew it was frosting, but the image made it easy to picture you wrapping your warm mouth around his cock and showing him his release before you swallowed like a good girl. It took a lot of control not to palm himself. Surely everyone would understand if he ended the call now. Why the fuck did he take this call?

Making sure his hand was out of sight, he beckoned you closer with his finger. If he was lucky he could get you to take the apron off, sit in the nearby chair, and touch yourself. Or you could keep the apron on. As long as he could see your glistening pussy. Even looking wouldn't be enough. He had to get his mouth on it, his cock in it.

But you didn't go to him.

Instead, you tsked with the finger you licked and pointed at the laptop. “Oh, no, Boss. You listened to Steve and took the call. Now deal with the consequences,” you smiled sweetly, turning on your heel and giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walked back into the kitchen.

Yep, he was in big trouble.

Bucky's fists clenched as he got back to the task at hand, but he also chuckled. He deserved a bit of blue balls for the time being. He also had to respect the way you played the game, but he knew how to play the game, too. Before the night was over, he’d be back in your good graces. He’d eat one of your delicious cupcakes before he got a taste of you. And he'd remind you that he didn't have the world because of money, power, or any of that.

Bucky Barnes had the world because he had you.

Oh, these two. 🥰 Steve isn't even upset for getting blamed. 🤣 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Competing With Gods

Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader, Apollo x uninterested!Reader

Request: Hi could you write luke castellan x reader, where Luke gets jealous of a guy who tries with y/n? How would he react if y/n is at the game? Thank you

Summary: When Apollo is sent to camp as a punishment, he sets his sights on Luke's girlfriend.

Warning: Fighting, jealousy, making out, the slightest allusions to/implied smut, Apollo being a dick

Word Count: 3k

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A/N So instead of another camper or whatever, I’m making the other guy Apollo.

Apollo crashed into the ground of Camp Half-Blood. Right in the middle of all the cabins. Great. He briefly cursed Zeus for this. He was being punished for flirting with a nymph the big guy was interested in. And when Apollo had told his father to maybe focus on his wife, Zeus banished him to Camp Half-Blood for a few weeks as a “warning.”

The Half-Bloods began to peek out of their cabins but one girl was already rushing over. Her hair fell over her shoulder so nicely as she kneeled over him. Okay, maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad. She gave him a concerned look. “Are you alright?”

“Now that you’re here,” he immediately started flirting. He enjoyed the way she immediately became flustered and jumped to his feet. She looked up at him in bewilderment. She saw him fall. She wasn’t a daughter of Apollo but he should have been suffering from at least a few broken bones. “I’m Apollo,” he clarified with a proud smirk. By now all the other campers within the vicinity were near enough to hear and kneeled. The girl did too, kneeling with a lowered head. He reached out a hand to her. She took it hesitantly, standing up. “Who are you, gorgeous?”

She became further embarrassed. How do I bring up Luke? She briefly wondered. “Y/N. Daughter of Aphrodite.”

“I should have known,” the god flirted. “What with those mesmerizing eyes.”

“Lord Apollo,” a voice interrupted him. He turned, finding Chiron trotting over. “My apologies, I was just notified of your arrival.”

“No worries,” the god smiled. The nice thing about not being around gods is that you get called things like Lord.

“Please,” Chiron began, gesturing over to a big house, “let me show you around. Your father has a few requests for you whilst here.”

“Of course he does,” he rolled his eyes. He turned back to the girl. “I’ll see you around, gorgeous,” he winked.

As he left all the campers were left in shock. Especially Y/N. And even more so, her boyfriend. Luke went up to her, finding her still in astonishment. “Sooo… that was weird,” he began, trying to not show his jealousy.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Was Apollo just flirting with me?”

“Yes!” Silena gushed as she ran up to her best friend/half-sister. “Oh my gods, a god is interested in you!” She then seemed to notice Luke and remember their relationship. “Oh- uh. Sorry, Luke.”

He just gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Oh my gods, what am I gonna do?” Y/N asked, clearly stressed out.

Luke shrugged, again trying not to show his jealousy. “Not much you can do. It’s not like you can tell him to leave you alone.”

“If you really don’t want him then you can tell him you have a boyfriend. And a sister,” Silena suggested with a raised eyebrow.

Her sister laughed. “I was trying to think of a way to mention Luke. And Silena, you’re 16.”

“He looks 18!” she insisted.

“Even if he was actually 18 I’d say he’s too old for you. Come on, the bathroom still needs to be cleaned after Drew decided she wanted to dye her hair black.”

“Yeah well, she’s crying now because she wants to be blonde again,” Silena explained as the sisters walked back to their cabin.

Feeling mildly ignored, Luke yelled after them. “I’ll see you at dinner!”

Remembering her boyfriend, Y/N ran back to him, pressing a peck on her lips. “Sorry. I’ll see you later.” He watched her go, trying to not think about it too much. She never forgot to kiss him goodbye but he tried to chalk it up to the fact that she was shocked by Apollo’s appearance.

~

That evening at dinner everyone had noticed the “new camper” sitting at the Apollo table looking very unhappy. Chiron stood up and called everyone’s attention. “As you all know, we have a very honored guest staying with us for a while. Lord Zeus had requested that we treat him as we would any other camper.” As he finished he gave us all a long, hard look as if to say, “Don’t get yourself killed when his immortality is restored.”

Once dinner finished, everyone was at the bonfire. Luke sat on the ground, his back resting up against a log. His girlfriend was leaning up against his shoulder, her legs over his lap. His free arm would occasionally swipe the mosquitos away from her with his other arm supporting her weight. They were talking to a few other campers when Luke let his gaze fall onto Apollo. Some campers, mostly girls from Aphrodite, sat around the god, looking at him with cartoon hearts in their eyes. He knew for a fact Y/N had told them to stay away as a. they were all minors and b. he was a god and she didn’t want to deal with their broken hearts.

When Apollo’s gaze fell on the girl in his lap, Luke tightened his grip protectively. He knew it was ridiculous. Y/N would never cheat on him and he knew she’d slap any guy who tried anything, immortal deity or not. But he couldn’t help but be worried. Hell, he had nearly punched an Ares camper last year and that kid wasn’t a god. And Apollo was known for his womanizing ways.

He tried to shake it off and go back to his conversation but his brain was still stuck on Apollo. “Hey,” he whispered so softly that only the girl in his lap could hear. She turned and he immediately kissed her. She kissed him back briefly but pulled away, not a huge fan of PDA especially in front of the entire camp. But Luke persisted, gently holding her cheek and kissing her deeply.

When she finally pulled away for breath she looked at him quizzically. “What was that for?”

He smiled and shrugged. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” She just smiled, pushing his head away jokingly before going back to her conversation. But he was looking at Apollo again, hoping the god saw that kiss. If he did, he was playing it off.

Later that night, when the fire was extinguished and he had kissed the Aphrodite counselor goodnight several times, Luke was trying to sleep. Keyword: trying. Normally the several snores or creeks of the Hermes cabin didn’t bother him, but he was so on edge thinking about Apollo’s flirting, that every noise jolted him awake. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Apollo had immediately begun to flirt with Y/N and how she had seemed to forget him for a moment.

Frustrated, Luke crept out of bed. As he opened the cabin door, he checked for harpies keeping watch but found none. So he went to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking on the window right above Y/N’s bed. It took a few tries but eventually, she poked her head up, gesturing to shut up and that she’d be out in a minute.

So Luke waited until she came around the side. “What?” she asked, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. But her hair was already falling back to the way its usual flawless look, courtesy of being Aphrodite’s daughter.

“I just wanted to see you,” Luke smiled sheepishly. And make sure Apollo isn’t sniffing around. He realized he didn’t have a reason to be out here that didn’t stem from insane jealousy. She looked mildly annoyed at that so he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her. If he couldn’t get rid of Apollo, he could completely occupy her mind. So he did the only thing he could think of. He was pushing her up against the side of the cabin, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist.

She had no clue where this came from but she gave in nonetheless. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

After a few minutes of making out, she finally managed to push him away enough to get a deep breath in. “What was that for?” she asked, both of them still gasping for air.

Luke smiled, grabbing her by the hips to pull her closer. “‘Cause I love you.” He pressed the lightest kiss to her nose before stepping away abruptly. “Night, see you in the morning.” And with that, he walked away the happiest demigod in all of camp.

The daughter of Aphrodite still just stood there, completely taken off guard. The only thing that snapped her out of her daze was the faint caw of a harpy, making her quickly scramble inside. Luke ended up getting his wish as that night, the only thing on her mind was that kiss.

~

The next day was Capture the Flag day. When Chiron announced it at dinner that night, everyone lost their minds. It was Athena, Hermes, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Poseidon vs. Ares, Apollo, Demeter, and Dionysus.

As the couple was walking over to their cabins to get their armor, Apollo caught up with them. “See you out there, Y/N,” he said as he passed with a wink.

“S-see yah?” she called back hesitantly.

Luke was frustrated but at least she didn’t seem flattered by his flirtations. Now she was just confused.

Once they grabbed their chest plates, then went back to the creek where they’d be starting the games. As Luke put his on, she was struggling to get hers tightened. “Hold on, I’ll help you in a sec,” he said, finishing strapping his onto his body.

“I got it,” a voice interrupted. Apollo seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He was standing in front of Y/N, tightening the strap.

“Hey!” Luke yelled without thinking.

Apollo held up one hand in surrender, the other still on her shoulder. “Chill man, I’m just helping.” Luke didn’t say anything else as Apollo walked away with a slight smirk.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, stepping closer to him. “What was that about?”

Luke gritted his teeth. “Nothing. C’mon, I need to assign everyone and talk strategy.” He took her hand gently, reminding himself to not let his anger get the better of him. He headed over, gathering the team. “Alright, Cabins 6, 3, and 11 will be offense. Cabins 9, 10, and 12 will be defense. Except for Y/N, you’re with me. Beckendorf, you’ll also be offense.” He pointed out a few Athena and Hermes campers, directing them to defense as well.

After a few minutes, the conch blew and everyone was in their places. The couple quickly jumped over the creek, slipping through the Apollo cabin’s defenses. They had done this so many times, their routine was well practiced. They ran through the woods, searching for any opposing defense.

The other teams had learned that Y/N and Luke always worked as a pair so they started also pairing defensive players. That is when Hermes and Aphrodite were on the same side. If they weren’t, Capture the Flag could go on for hours since they knew all of each others’ tricks.

They continued on, occasionally making quick work of disarming opposing campers until they reached the flag. It was only guarded by one person. Apollo. Clarisse must have figured that everyone else would be too afraid to offend a god. But Luke was honestly looking for this opportunity.

So while Y/N fell back, hesitating, Luke was jumping at the god. Apollo blocked him with a sword but he was clearly not very good with it. Archery had been banned since before Luke got to camp. Even though the arrows were enchanted not to kill, someone had been blinded so Chiron banned them forever. He didn’t even make an exception for the god of archery.

While Luke fought Apollo, Y/N was grabbing the flag. “Luke!” she yelled, waving the flag. She then took off, heading for their territory. Because of Apollo’s inexperience with the sword, Luke was easily beating him. After a few slashes on the god’s arms, legs, and even face—nothing major, they were honestly just cuts a band aid could fix—Luke was disarming him. He didn’t have to be as brutal as he was or knock him over but he did, throwing the god’s sword far away before following after Y/N.

Luke was still a few feet behind her when she hopped over the creek into safety. He watched proudly as she ripped the helmet off her head and held the flag up triumphantly. The members of their team around her cheered triumphantly as the conch blew and their team was announced the winners.

Luke was still in enemy territory, watching her have her moment when Apollo showed up. “She’s really something,” the god announced, his smile focused on her.

“Yeah, my girlfriend really is incredible,” Luke said pointedly.

The god was still smiling. “I know she’s your girlfriend. I saw you making out with her last night.”

“What were you doing out at two a.m.?”

The god looked even more smug, his arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t have to answer to you. But if you must know, I had the same idea as you but you got there first.” Luke finally looked at him, rage once again filling his body. So he wasn’t paranoid. “How long have you been together?”

Luke was confused but answered nonetheless. “Uh three years,” he answered suspiciously.

“Aw, three years down the drain. I’m sorry in advance,” the god said in exaggerated regret.

Luke tried not to let his fury show. This is why he hated gods. They thought they could do whatever they wanted without regard for mortals. “Well, she loves me. At night she swears we were made for each other,” he said, recalling sweaty nights during the school year when every other Aphrodite kid was home. And how they’d make breathless promises of eternity.

Apollo gave him an almost pitiful look. “I’m sorry about your relationship but you can’t actually believe she’ll pick you when she could have a literal god?” he gestured to himself arrogantly.

Now it was Luke’s turn to gloat. He just shrugged, “I’m the one she calls for. She doesn’t call for the gods like most others would. She only ever says my name.”

Apollo was a little taken aback by the kid’s boldness. “Well, that’s the nice thing about being a god. I can make anyone mine.” And with that Apollo headed over to the capture the flag winner of the night. It took everything in him not to race up to her but he kept his composure. She’d have to reject him on her own, he couldn’t keep running defense.

He watched in surprised satisfaction as Apollo reached her. He congratulated her before pulling her into a hug. His arms were around her waist and creeping kind of low but Luke once again kept his resolve. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she pulled away quickly, pointing over at him. What was she saying? Was she praising him for fighting the god? Or telling him that she had a boyfriend?

Apollo tried to hug her again but she ducked under his arm, running over to him. He immediately broke out into a smile. Her arms were opened to hug him but he just grabbed her face to kiss her instead. He turned her towards the tree he had been leaning on, pressing her up against it again. He only pulled away slightly to whisper a congratulations but then their lips were connected again. When he finally pulled away, he threw an arm around her shoulder, shooting a look to the god before heading off to their celebration.

That night as they were celebrating, Luke was glued to Y/N’s side. It wasn’t until some of the other Hermes boys needed help getting their illegal video game working again that Luke left her side. “I’ll be back,” he promised her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

As soon as Luke was gone, Apollo was swooping in. “Congratulations again,” he said, handing her a drink.

“Thanks,” she smiled nervously, taking the drink. “How are the cuts?”

Apollo shrugged. “They sting more than I would’ve thought but they’re fine. Your boyfriend’s a hell of a fighter.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, relieved that he was acknowledging she had a boyfriend.

“I mean, he’s good for a mortal. He’s certainly no god,” Apollo flirted.

“Well, none of us are. Present company excluded,” she laughed nervously, gesturing to him.

Apollo casually threw an arm around her shoulder. “There’s other things we’re better at,” he said, letting the implication hang in the air. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Have you ever been with a god, Y/N?”

She was immediately pulling out of his grasp. “I- uh… um no. I’m flattered but…” She had no clue what to say. She couldn’t just say no to Apollo. If this were any other man she’d throw her drink in his face but this was a god.

She didn’t have to say anything because Luke had seen the whole thing. As he came back he saw Apollo throw his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder and subsequently watched her back away quickly. “I told you she loves me,” he smirked before tugging her away. She gratefully pressed herself into his body.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, careful that Apollo couldn’t hear.

“Hey, you don’t have to thank me. This is kind of my job as your boyfriend.”

“Still, you basically told him to back off. Kind of bold to deny a god.”

“Yeah, well,” he began, brushing a hair back from her face, “if he smites me we’ll just have to make up for the lost time in Elysium.” She giggled, hugging him closer as they headed off to bed.

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[sarinataylor]

moving into a workspace where middle aged women can say "i think vaccinations cause autism" and "hillary clinton eats babies" with absolutely no repercussions has fundamentally changed me as a person

[reshinless]

──── found myself dreaming (of you)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. when he can't get enough of you (eating you out ++ hitting it from behind :3)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich, neuvillette x fem!reader (or gn!afab!reader, separately)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. dunno, i kinda flopped today

"a- ahh- wait, baby wait." he ingests saliva down his throat, neuvillette looked almost as if he was begging you. yet his gloved hands held your thighs down.

his fingers grasped your palms harshly, yet his gaze said otherwise; a gentle stare that seemed to ask you something. the horns on his head grew by the second- guess that happens each time he gets turned on.

he loved watching how your eyebrows knitted, loved watching how you pushed his face while holding onto his horns into your sloppy little entrance. or the way you threw your head back in pleasure— oh please let him taste more!

he promised it'd only be for a bit. he thought what he did was preparing you for his cock- but it's been well over 2 hours, and he's still lapping every drop of your essence up, his finger over your clit— "massaging it" he said, when he was well aware how good it made you feel.

"n-neuvi.. c'mon.. it's been enough already.." you almost had to push him off, his mouth getting detached made a plop sound.

neuvillette who already missed the way you tasted. he already had your ass up in the air for him, and face smothered into the comfort of the soft mattress.

he had one of his hands pinning both of your hands to the wooden board at the head of the bed- causing a red mark to appear on both your wrists. he couldn't help the strength he puts into his own hands. lowering his tip to brush against your folds, watching how you already were so wet for him; his other hand inserting a pair of two fingers into them briefly before watching how good his dick slips inside.

you'd moan out his name so beautifully, fuck he could do this for days on end if he'd always get to hear this kind of melody.

damn you're so warm, he couldn't help ramming into you the way he did right now. "mmm.. f- feels as good as it tastes sweetheart.."— such a lively speed he went at, your hands faltered a little. your hips bruised with marks of his palm, on being on his waist, and the other still holding your hands to the headboard.

his pent-up feelings, awwhh fuck he could definitely let it all out here- the way his dicked kissed the deepest of the deep in your body, and the way he held you with a hint of softness.

the snowy-unsullied haired man leaned down near your ear- briefly kissing the shell of your ear, slowly scattering a plenitude of pecks down your collarbone. landing in the crook of your neck, he slowly started to bite into it; not enough to bleed- but enough to mark in a spot where others could see.

kinich who couldn't get enough of your aroma. who couldn't get to stop himself from swishing his tongue against your slick, working his fingers into the hole below, as his tongue worked into your clit. rubbing against it effectively.

the sounds of his moans vibrated against your cunt felt surreal, using his own spit to work his tongue faster against your entrance. watching the way you'd shut your eyes with the luxury of pleasure.

hungrily eating, and licking your hole, switching around places with his fingers every now and then. he knew you were stressed from work anyway. if he's been with you this long, he could eat you out for even longer.

you could feel him fly a sleazy grin against your pussy, you started to clench against his fingers— he knew you were close. "you close, pretty?" you nodded hurriedly, "ffuck- mmm— yes, yeah i am-" you moaned, your thighs starting to quiver, each time you felt his fingers curl inside you, curving well into your special spot.

he leans upward, and a little forward to leave kisses all over your stomach again. trailing back up to your lips, making out with you messily, his fingers only going even more so at an even further hurried pace. "you better be." he snarls with a mocking tone, smiling as you both continue to kiss each other excessively.

you could feel it building up already. his pace only getting faster, matching the speed of your breath, as he pulled away from another peck. your back started to arch from the way his fingers curled just right into your g-spot.

"a-ahhn i'm cumming! oh ffuck.. kinich!" you screamed, creaming onto his hand directly, as his arm rung around your waist to pull you close, snd keep you in place