#pac n watch

[pacfan55]

Hello pac n' watch nation, may I come in?

With the "Kids" drawing, I kinda have a Hc or idea whatever you feel it is.

On Mario odyssey there is a G&W cameo on the different type of mini game you play.

And I looked at it and say "this looks so cute, it's if he was a kid" and so remembering too of Pac-in-time and its context and design..

It lead me into this :

Those two being friends since childhood (?)

[zeb-z]

meta thoughts and character analysis on hold for a minute, etoiles as a resistance member is just so cool. resistance member etoiles who’s being smart in trying to sus out who else knows, realizing it’s just him. resistance member etoiles who instantly knew flippa was a code, because he knows the codes from how they’ve fought. resistance member etoiles who can recognize that the bg of the egg photos just might be the resistance hq. who’s the only one sworn in but has made it very clear if anything hurts his family on the island his loyalty is gone - who knows it won’t be a problem because he can take the codes on, he can take just about anything. he’s just so badass dude idk idk idk

[xavalav]

oh yeah. blorbo from not my show time

[sxorpiomooon]

YOUR FS FEELINGS AFTER YOUR FIRST DATE - A PAC READING

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Pile 1-

I think pile 1's fs will meet them right after their breakup with someone or right after they had let go of something very big, something that no longer served them. Also the first thing I got was shutting down so they might be really tired when they first see or meet you and I also think it'll be late at night. I also think this late was very much delayed for some reason? It's almost as if accepting your fate like you try to avoid something so hard but can't stop it from happening so you just give in by the end. That's sort of the vibe for some reason? Lmaaao this is so funny bc right after the date they will immediately feel the need to rush things and they will be scared of rushing things too. This sort of reminds me of how people always say that the moment they met their fs they immediately knew and wanted to marry them that's the vibe. I see things going quickly too right after the first date, i see you guys going on alot of dates together I'm getting a vision of like a roller coaster date? Also you girlies are PRETTY PRETTY I had a vision of those trendy skirts and softy haha. This pile might have girlies with Libra placements I heard venus as well ANYWAYS I think your fs will immediately know it's like they will forget everything and now they are so hyped up to sum up the entire thing I heard "i belong"

Pile 2-

Hmmm I see a conflict here or two people meeting together after years? This kinda second chance romance type shit imma NGL. I also think that there is some history there as I said it might be you guys starting as enemies or simply second chance romance. Right after I wrote this my father started singing a song which basically translates to "don't leave me now" or abhi na jaao chord ke for those who want to give it a listen. Whatever it is oh y'all gonna have your LORES. Anyways I see two people legit being so grumpy on a date 😭😭 sipping their drinks this might be near water or a really pretty scenary I also hear beautiful instruments playing. Anyways all this won't last long bc I see and hear very warm laughter of both of you it's like you know in movies two people fighting something happens and they crack a laugh there's this eye contact and then one of them says or admits that "I missed you" THATS THHE VIBE OML. I see a familiar feeling that you have with an old friend. I heard "old habits die hard" out of nowhere. I also see you guys sort of making a note of learning from your past experiences to build a good solid future. This connection will be tested alot but I do see you guys being resilient. Honestly very beautiful vibe.

Pile 3-

HELL NAWWW LMAAAAAAAAAAAAO THID MAN WILL THINK THAT HE HAS TANKED THE DATE COMPLETELY DESTROYED OVER THIS HE WILL THINK THAT HE IS ABSOLUTELY DONE AND FINISHED AND THAT JE WILL NEVER GET THIS CHANCE AGAIN AND THAY JE IS A LOSER WHO FUCKED THIS CHANCE UP AND FUMBLED A BADDIE LMAAAAAAO. I see this man losing his shit legit whining wailing crying that he fucked up😭😭 I think he sort of a loser when it comes to communication. I jus see him shuttering n shit for those who are watching serendipity embrace(kdrama) the vibe is exactly like that second lead pt teacher lmao. I see him being so anxious after the first date bc he will think that he has tanked it. I think he might come across as someone who's very formal and has alot of attitude but in reality he will just not know how to talk😭 I don't even see him being able to gather the courage to hold eye contact with you. However, I do see something out of nowhere happening whether it will be him being able to meet you again or you texting him something good with happen and he will be very surprised to receive this chance or opportunity

Pile 4-

I don't see a very good vibe overall I won't lie. I see your fs being very confused with the entire date. I just think that things will perhaps not go well for this pile and I know exactly why it'll happen. One person will try to speed things up too much and it will scare the other person off. I just see one person trying to hurry everything up and it just being a big turn off for the other person. I think what this pile can try to do is perhaps not take things too fast and let the other person take their time as well. The more you try to speed things up the more it'll scare the other person off and it will end up in a disappointment. I'm sorry I couldn't give you much positive my pile 4<3

[sagittariusmarz]

How will you meet your future spouse (pac) *follower request

Pile 1

I see that you will meet your future spouse during the winter like November or December, I see you guys may meet while you’re at a store or shopping mall. I see they may try to help you when they see you struggling with something, you may be nervous or anxious that day. They have long dark hair or thick dark hair, they’re light skinned or tan with slanted eyes or small eyes. They may like to wear their hair slicked back or styled in a way that the hair doesn’t get in their face, they’re may have intense eyes/strong eye contact. They may be a feminine with strong masculine energy/ features or they’re a masculine with feminine features, I see that they could be an artist or they sell art, I see that they might have multiple jobs. They may often have to travel a lot, they may be a writer or an editor. I see that their job causes them to have a lot of connections and meet a lot of people, they may deliver things to people. You spouse may be someone who has a lot of friends but they sort of neglect their love life, they’re someone who doesn’t date people often like it takes a while for them to have a intimate connection. Signs- Leo/aquarius.libra in 5th house/sagittarius in 12th house. Initials- P, J, Y, K, N, F, M

Pile 2

I see that you may meet your future spouse in January or February or in the spring time, I see you may meet each other online or outside like in nature. I see your spouse may change their appearance or style a lot, they may have short/medium length curly hair and their hair may be one of the first things that catch your attention. They may dye their hair often, they may have a brown or olive skin tone and strong facial bone structure. They may have a prominent nose/chin/brows and small lips, they may work for the police or they could be detective. They may be mixed like you can tell by their features, they may be light skin/olive or light brown. I see they may be someone who’s secretive about their job or they have to be secretive for the sake of their job, their job has to do with watching others or getting information on others/they may have a government job. They may also be a journalist or blogger, I see that they may believe more in science than spirituality or they’re not in touch with their spiritual side. They’re confident in their looks and likes to stand out, they can be stubborn or boastful but they’re funny and generous. Signs- Capricorn/aries. Scorpio in 10th house/aquarius in 5th house. Initials- A, X, K, F, D

Pile 3

I see that you meet your spouse in February, March or April. I see that your spouse may cut their hair often, they may have a low cut or be bald but they used to have a lot of hair. They’re physically fit and may like to work out or eat healthy, they’re health conscious and they might look young. They might be tall/muscular, I see that they may have small eyes/ a strong chin or jaw line, they’re someone who’s shy and prefers to stay to themselves. They may not have a lot of friends or they’re not known in their community, they’re like nature or animals. I see that they may be a doctor or have a job where they help people or animals, they may be someone who helps sick animals or they train animals. I see that they’re passionate about their job that’s why their good at it, they’re may like plants and own some. They could be intimidating like they have an intimidating aura, they may also work with technology like computers or they could be an engineer. They’re good at problem solving and they use that skill often for their job. They may like to wear a lot of dark colors or plain colors like black, white, blue and sometimes green. I see that you may meet them through a friend or colleague, you may meet each other in a group setting and you’ll see that they’re a quiet person that usually stays to themselves. Signs- Taurus/gemini. Taurus in 4th house/ cancer in 7th house. Initials l- K, L, U, H, R

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Foxglove Downs Chapter 4: The Date

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Marcus finds a way to make his indiscretion up to you. Marcus girlies, this one is for you. Warnings: Love triangle, horse talk, jealousy, pining, angst, flirting, a dusting of dbf but more like dad's best mentee, smut, publicish sex, getting finger banged in an alley, age gap (Marcus is in his 40’s, Lucius is in his 20’s). Reader is in her 30's, has hair, and has a nickname: Sunny. Words: 4,500

A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta @devineconjuring. Thank you for my being my personal Pac-Man and eating all of my dots. 🫶🏻

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Previous Chapter

—-

Nobody watching asks how the horses get to the competitions, but you know all too well how much work and preparation goes into getting just a singular 1,200-pound animal to the arena. The stables are always abuzz during the days and weeks leading up to a match, especially when it’s the Grand Championships.

You’ve been lucky to avoid both men for the past few days, though you feel like you can still feel the sting of your hand slapping Marcus’s face, your anger and frustration with him. The softness of Lucius’s lips against yours, your hesitancy and wonder about your situation. After all these years of lingering looks and hesitant touches with Marcus, of moments where it felt like his eyes were only on you, now he feels like he owns you?

Lucius let you in to see another side of him, one more grounded and caring, less brash and arrogant. In his celebrity-filled world, why does it seem like he only wants you?

Not now, you keep repeating to yourself as you walk through the tack room with your clipboard, making notes of what needs to be packed. 

Someone clears their throat deeply, catching your attention. You freeze at the sound and look up, meeting dark brown eyes, wide under brows drawn down in apprehension. Marcus stands only a few feet away from you. 

“Sunny.”

“Marcus.” 

He takes a step closer. “I… I wanted to apologize,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “For the way I acted by the lake.”

His handsome face is etched in remorse. The room is quiet, save for the soft, distant sounds of your horses. 

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” he continues, his eyes never leaving yours. “It was out of line, and I’m sorry.” 

“I appreciate the apology. But you can’t just say and assume those things and expect it to be okay. Listen, I don’t know what you and Lucius have going on between you, but I am not part of it.” 

He nods, his jaw clenched. “I know. I let my feelings get the better of me. Sunny, I–” he begins, before taking a deep breath. “I care about you. More than I probably should. I-I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve been able to… seeing you with Lucius, it just…” He trails off, shaking his head, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. 

“Marcus, I’m not with Lucius,” you say, heart hammering in your chest. 

A bit of hope flickers across his features. “You’re not?”

“No,” you shake your head. “But the way you spoke to me still hurt me, and the accusations you made, the way you made me feel…”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he says quickly, stepping forward. “Can I please make it up to you?”

The hopeful way his voice sounds at the end makes your heart melt, like he can’t bear to think you won’t forgive him. You hesitate, staring into his vulnerable eyes. 

“Can I take you to dinner tonight? There’s a place a couple of towns away that makes me think of you every time I go. Please?”

“It’s a date,” you respond with a small smile, finding it hard to believe Marcus Acacius just asked you out on a date.

“I’ll pick you up around 8?” he says, smiling wide. You’ve only seen him smile like this when he’d won a competition. 

“Sounds good.” 

“Then it’s a date.” He nods, knocking against the door frame before striding away. You focus back on your checklist, feeling like a golden trophy. 

—-

You fret for longer than you’d ever care to admit over what dress you’ll wear. The velvet dress is too revealing. The long navy dress is too formal. The pink dress–well, that’s the dress that got you into the situation. Marcus has already seen this dress on you–under Lucius’s jacket as he dropped you off. You play it safe, choosing a simple cream dress with delicate blooms of flowers stitched across it, paired with sensible heels. 

The doorbell chimes promptly at 8:00 PM.

You straighten your dress and take a deep, centering breath before opening the door. 

Marcus Acacius stands on your doorstep wearing a dark suit that hugs his broad shoulders. He’s left the top couple of buttons undone, exposing a bit of his tanned skin. He holds a beautiful bouquet of pink foxgloves in his hand, holding them out to you with a sweet smile that falters as his eyes roam over your body. You want to pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming when you follow the gulp of air he swallows down. 

“I, uh, hope you don’t mind the foxgloves again. Call me unoriginal, but I don’t know what flowers you like. Figure this honors the stables.”

“Actually, I love foxgloves, thanks,” you say, smiling and inhaling the sweet scent. “Come on in. Make yourself at home while I grab a vase.”

He hesitates before following you in. 

“I haven’t been in here since your parents moved,” he says, a bit of surprise in his voice as he takes in his surroundings. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ve tried to change some things up. It’s kind of weird still living in your childhood home, but the commute to work isn’t bad.” 

“I like it,” he says before picking up a framed photo of you with your parents. “I remember this day.”

“Of course you do,” you say nonchalantly as you fill a vase. “It was yours and Barley’s first championship.” 

“Well, yes, but I mean I remember you that day.” His voice lowers, and you almost drop the vase. 

You look up, your heart skipping a beat when you see the intensity of his eyes. 

“You had the biggest smile on your face when I won.” 

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you hide the look on your face by looking down and adjusting the flowers arranged in the vase. 

“I was just excited for you… and Barley, of course.”

He sets the frame down and hums in acknowledgment before his eyes roam around the room again. “It does feel different in here.”

—-

A simple black Audi with tinted windows. That’s what three-time world champion horse jumper Marcus Acacius drives every day. It makes sense, really–the car is understated, luxurious, and reliable, a lot like him.

The countryside is dark outside Marcus’s car as he drives you to dinner. Small talk fills the twenty-minute drive. You’re able to occasionally steal glances at him in the dark interior of the car, his features lit by the dashboard.

“It’s a beautiful night,” you say, breaking a moment of comfortable silence.

Marcus nods, his eyes fixed on the road.

“It is. I’m—” he clears his throat. “I’m glad you let me take you out.”

"I'm glad too.”

He glances over at you, his dark brown eyes twinkling in the night, and his small smile makes your heart flutter.

—- The Winding Path is unassuming and quaint. The small restaurant is tucked away inside an ivy-covered brick building, simple yet upscale.

The maître’d greets Marcus warmly, clearly recognizing him as a regular patron, before leading you to a secluded table near the back of the dining room. You slide into the plush velvet booth, and Marcus slides in next to you–closer than you expect, his thigh brushing against yours.

The candlelight from the votive on the table flickers across Marcus’s face. You can’t look away from his eyes as he holds up his tumbler of whiskey to cheers your martini.

“To you slapping me in my face,” he says with a smirk as he toasts you. “I deserved it.”

“You deserved it,” you say as you clink your glass against his with a wide grin.

"So, um, are you looking forward to Rome?" he asks while waiting for your entrees.

"I am. It's always beautiful there. Have you been practicing your Italian?"

He chuckles. "A little. I can at least order a coffee now without completely butchering the language."

“Un caffè nero per favore.” (One black coffee please.)

He hums an appreciative noise, his eyebrow quirking up. “That’s it. How’d you know I take my coffee black?”

“That’s how you used to ask for it whenever my mom would make you a cup.”

“Good memory.”

“I suppose so.”

Conversation flows easily, but moments of comfortable silence settle between you as you enjoy your meals. Each look exchanged between you lingers longer than propriety dictates. Marcus doesn’t shy away; his eyes follow the movement of your hands and the curve of your smile.

“So, I’ve been wondering. Why does this place remind you of me?” you ask as Marcus settles the check. “All I see is a nice restaurant.”

"It’s not just the restaurant. It’s how I feel when I’m here.” You tilt your head in confusion, intrigued by what he has to say. “How so?” “My first apartment when I moved here to train was across the street. The parking lot we parked in—that’s the same lot I used to park in almost twenty years ago after long training sessions at Foxglove. “When I’m here, I feel at peace. Like nobody sees the trophies or championships. They just see me, and I can exist without any pretense or expectation. I can just… breathe.”

“And that reminds you of me?”

“Yes. It reminds me of Foxglove Downs and you.”

In all the years you've known him, you've never seen this side of him, this vulnerability, this openness. It shocks you.

“Marcus–I… that means a lot.”

"Would you like to take a walk?" he asks, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “I’d like to show you my favorite place here. There’s a park not far away."

You nod, your heart still racing at his confession and the new side of Marcus he’s showing you. He’s charming, sweeter, less gruff, and more vulnerable. You truly feel like he might be taking you on an actual date. 

"I'd love to."

Marcus offers you his arm as you step out into the cool evening air.

The park is a quick walk from the restaurant. Marcus leads you through the wrought-iron gate to a wooden bench in front of a sizable fountain.

You sit as a chill rolls through your body, and you shiver. Marcus notices, quickly removing his jacket and laying it over your shoulders.

“Better?” he asks. 

You nod, relishing the warm scent of him surrounding you.

"Did I ever tell you about my first competition?" Marcus's voice breaks through the gentle trickle of the water and brisk nighttime breeze.

“No,” you reply, genuinely curious. “But please, tell me.” 

“It was a disaster.” A chuckle escapes him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I was fifteen, perched atop a borrowed horse that was not as enthusiastic about jumping as I was."

You smile, making a little hmph at the thought. Marcus looks over and grins, encouraged by your reaction.

"The horse's name was Thunderbolt–ironic because he was the exact opposite of fast. I was convinced I was destined for the trophy. My palms were so sweaty I could barely hold the reins. My name is called. We trot into the arena and, as we approach the first jump, Thunderbolt eyes it warily, but I feel confident. We pick up speed, and just as he's about to jump, Thunderbolt decides he'd rather not. He stops dead in his tracks, so I go sailing over his head, right into the jump."

"Oh no! Were you hurt?"

Marcus shakes his head and chuckles again. "Only my pride. I landed in a heap of poles and sawdust. The crowd was dead silent for a moment, and then everyone burst into laughter."

"What did you do?"

"I stood up, dusted myself off, and took a bow. Then I led Thunderbolt out of the arena with the little dignity as I had left.”

Your laugh echoes across the nighttime air, and Marcus’s smile is wide as he watches you.

"Wow, you did need my dad."

"Indeed.”

It’s always been so clear, Marcus’s unyielding tenacity, his quiet strength—it isn’t just what makes Marcus Acacius a formidable competitor; it was what made him extraordinary, period. This feeling of admiration you have for him is rooted in something far beyond your shared love for horses and the sport.

"Thank you," you say softly after a while. "For sharing that with me."

"Only fair. I’ve known you for so long, yet I feel like I barely know you outside of Foxglove. And that could be my fault.” He lets out a long, deep sigh. “I’d like to know you.”

You feel the weight of his words settle between you.

"Marcus," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I never realized—"

"Realized what?" he interrupts, turning towards you with a curiosity that mirrors your own.

"Never mind," you say, dismissing your half-formed thought with a wave of your hand. It's foolish, really, how one person's earnestness can suddenly make the night seem so intimate.

He reaches for your hand, his large one engulfing yours, instantly warming you. Your fingers tangle. A jolt of electricity surges through you, leaving you breathless, and you quickly withdraw your hand.

"Sorry," Marcus murmurs, but his eyes don't leave yours.

"Me too," you reply, though you're not sure what you're apologizing for—the touch or your reaction to it.

You glance up at him, and something in his gaze changes—a softening around the edges, a vulnerability that beckons you closer.

"Marcus..." you begin again. This time, you let the silence after his name hang between you, filled with all the things you want to say but can't quite voice.

He leans forward, closing the distance until you can see the flecks of gold in his dark brown eyes. "Sunny," he whispers.

And then his lips are on yours, hesitant at first, as if testing the reality of the moment. But the hesitation gives way to urgency, and you find yourself responding equally. Your hands grip the smooth fabric of his button-up shirt, pulling him closer. His kiss is everything you imagined—intense, consuming, and perfect.

Just as quickly as it begins, Marcus pulls away, his breaths coming out in short gasps. He looks around, widening his eyes when he realizes you’re both out in the open, exposed to whoever wants to walk by.

“Follow me?”

You nod and grab his hand, this time not pulling away.

—-

You follow him back through the streets, now with your hand in his, as he leads you to a narrow alley nestled between two buildings.

He gently backs you up against the rough brick wall, and his hands settle on your hips. Your breath catches as he leans in, his lips hovering right in front of yours.

You’re panting for air as he closes the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your hands slide up his chest to loop around his neck and pull him closer. His tongue brushes against your lower lip, and you happily oblige in letting him in.

A low groan rumbles in Marcus's chest as he presses his body flush against yours, the heat of him flowing through the thin fabric of your dress. His hands roam your body, caressing and kneading. Your head falls back against the brick wall as his mouth travels along your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"I've wanted this for so long,” he breathes against your skin.

You gasp a response as Marcus's large hands clutch your ass. He pulls your hips firmly against his, his cock pressing insistently against you as he begins to grind slowly.

"Oh god, Marcus," you moan breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as you roll your hips against him.

He hitches your leg up around his waist to allow him to grind against you harder, angling himself against you in a way that makes you bite your lip, resisting the urge to scream his name. He’s thick and throbbing against you.

“Fuck,” you whisper into the cool night air as his tongue laves across your neck.

He grunts against you when he rocks into you harder, faster. There’s a coil of tension low in your belly, winding itself tighter and tighter. The years of dreaming about him, of watching him from afar, of lingering looks and touches–you’ve been drawn to him for almost twenty years, through college, boyfriends that didn’t last, championship trophies, and now, Lucius.

Now, his strong body is pressed against yours, his hands and mouth all over you. It feels like two decades of longing are finally coming to fruition.

His hand snakes between your bodies, and his fingers slip beneath the hem of your dress to caress the smooth skin of your inner thigh. He looks up at you, his dark brown eyes almost black in the glow of the street lights and distant moon.

Slowly, he trails his fingers higher, skimming the lace edge of your panties.

He nods–an ask for permission.

You respond, nodding fervently, your mouth agape and eyes wide.

"Fuck, so wet for me already," he whispers approvingly as he feels the pool of your wetness gathered. He rubs you through the thin barrier, the pressure of his fingers against your swollen, sensitive pussy making you whimper with need.

"Shh, baby," he whispers. "We don't want anyone to hear what a needy little thing you are, do we?"

You softly groan. Fuck, he’s got a dirty mouth.

He tugs your panties to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool night air. You gasp as his fingers finally touch you, stroking you with a maddeningly light touch. He traces your slit from bottom to top, circling your aching clit.

"Please, Marcus," you breathe.

He silences you with a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing your moans as he finally sinks one long finger into your tight hole. Your walls clench, drawing him in deeper. He pumps into you slowly, letting you feel every inch as he slowly stretches you open.

Soon, a second finger joins the first, your hips trying to meet his hand as his fingers fill and stretch you. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

You grip his shirt in your fists, holding on for dear life. Your hips rock shamelessly against his hand, meeting each thrust, desperate for more. The wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of your soaked pussy seem obscenely loud in the quiet night air.

"Fuck my fingers, Sunny. You’re doing so good," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "You’re taking me so well.”

His filthy words rumbling against you are nearly enough to push you over the edge. A high, keening moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, earning you a particularly hard thrust.

"Quiet, remember? Or I'll have to stop." His fingers still inside you and you clench around him frantically, silently begging him to continue. Your eyes meet his, your teeth biting down on your lip to stifle the sounds that want to escape.

You give him a singular nod.

“Good girl,” he says as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at a maddening pace.

Your head falls against the brick wall. His words, his touch, the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside you, the years of longing–it’s all too much. Your pussy begins to radiate heat throughout your body. Marcus backs you up farther against the wall as your knees begin to quake, and you flood his hand with your slick.

He works you through your orgasm, whispering filthy praises in your ear as you ride out the aftershocks.

“That’s it. You’re so beautiful when you cum for me. You’re squeezing my fingers so tight. I can’t wait to feel how sweet your pussy feels around m—”

BANG! The sound of a door slamming open nearby makes you both freeze.

Loud laughter and voices fill the night air as a group of bar patrons stumbles out into the street.

"Fuck," Marcus curses under his breath. He quickly withdraws his fingers from your pulsing core, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

The taste of you on his fingers makes Marcus groan softly.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still thrumming from the intense orgasm.

The drunken laughter grows louder as the group approaches. You hastily smooth down your dress and fix your panties while Marcus adjusts himself, trying to hide the obvious bulge straining against his slacks.

Just as the bar patrons round the corner, you and Marcus step out of the shadowed alley, trying your best to look casual and not like you were just getting finger-fucked against a brick wall moments ago.

"Evening," Marcus nods politely as you pass by the group. A few mumble greetings back, but most are too drunk to pay you any mind.

Once you're a safe distance away, you glance at each other and burst out laughing, giddy from the close call. Marcus takes your hand, interlacing your fingers.

"Come on, I'll drive you home," he says.

—-

Marcus keeps one hand on the wheel while the other rests high on your thigh, his thumb rubbing maddening circles across your soft flesh. You’re aching to feel his hands on you again, to finish what you started.

All too soon, he pulls onto the grounds of Foxglove Downs and up the hill to your home.

You don’t want the night to end. The anticipation that’s been building since he asked you out, how sweet he was during dinner, the other side he showed you of himself after knowing him for twenty years, the feel of his fingers on you in the darkened alley. You hope he can feel the heat you feel for him radiating off of you as it crackles in the air.

Marcus puts the car in park, and the engine quiets, leaving only the sound of your breathing.

He turns to face you, his dark eyes smoldering. “I had a wonderful time tonight.” “Me too,” you whisper with a slight tremble. “I… I don’t want it to end.”

His gaze drops to your lips, and he leans closer, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "Neither do I.”

Emboldened by the privacy of the car and the cover of night, you place your hand over his, guiding it higher until his fingers brush the edge of your panties. "So why don't you come inside."

He inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as if struggling to maintain control. “I want to.”

“Then do it,” you breathe.

He takes your hand as you exit the car. You lead him up the familiar path to your door—the same one you used to watch him walk up all those years ago as you sat in your room.

As you find your keys, Marcus’s hands find your waist, his fingertips skimming the thin fabric of your dress. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips just grazing your sensitive skin. Finally, the key slides into the lock, and the door swings open.

You step inside, flicking on the entryway light. The soft glow illuminates Marcus's handsome features as he follows you in, his dark eyes sweeping over the familiar surroundings.

He pauses, his gaze landing on a framed photo on the wall - a much younger version of you grinning with your father.

The realization seems to wash over him as you turn, already skimming the sleeves of your dress down your arms.

“We’ve really known each other for so long, haven’t we?” Marcus asks, his eyes still on the photo.

You pause, your dress half-off, and follow his gaze to the photo. A younger you smiles back, the same you who dreamed about having Marcus all alone in this house with you.

"We have," you agree softly, letting your dress fall to the floor, leaving you in just your lacy bra and panties. "Sometimes it feels like a lifetime."

Marcus turns to you, his eyes widening as he takes in your nearly naked form. You can see his throat bob as he swallows hard.

"Sunny," he breathes.

"I've wanted this–wanted you–for so long," you confess.

Marcus steps forward, his hand coming up to gently cup your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his palm.

"Sunny," he whispers again.

Slowly, he leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he tilts your face up to his.

His eyes dart back to the photo of you and your father, and with a low, frustrated groan, Marcus backs away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. Not… not with everything.”

Your head turns, curiosity and frustration passing across your face.

You blink in confusion, your heart sinking as Marcus takes another step back. "What do you mean?" you ask.

Marcus runs a hand through his hair, his expression torn. "Sunny, I–I like you. But your father, he's been like a mentor to me. And now, with the Rome Championship coming up..." He trails off, his eyes flickering between you and the photo on the wall.

"Marcus," you say softly, taking a step towards him. "My father doesn't have to factor into this. We're both adults."

He shakes his head, his jaw clenching. "It's not just that. There's Lucius, the competition, Foxglove. I can't afford any distractions right now."

You feel a flash of hurt at his words. "Is that what I am? A distraction?"

"No, of course not," Marcus says quickly, reaching out to touch your arm but stopping himself. "You're so much more than that. But the timing... it's all wrong."

You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very exposed in just your underwear. "So what was this then? Just a moment of weakness?"

Marcus's eyes soften as he looks at you. "It was real—it is real. But I can’t—I can’t lose focus. And you deserve someone who can give you their full attention."

"I'm not asking for your full attention, Marcus. I'm just asking for a chance."

Marcus sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping. "I know. And believe me, I want to give us that chance. But there's so much at stake right now."

"So that's it then?" Your voice trembles slightly. "We just pretend this never happened?"

Marcus looks at you, his eyes filled with regret. "I think... I think it's for the best. At least for now."

You nod slowly, fighting back the tears that threaten to fall. "I understand. You should go."

He pauses, looking like he wants to say more. Instead, he simply nods and turns towards the door, reaching for the doorknob.

"Marcus?"

His shoulders deflate at how fragile your voice sounds. He looks back at you over his shoulder.

"Was any of it real? Tonight, I mean."

"Every second of it,” he answers, leaving you standing alone in your entryway in only your underwear.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please excuse to lack of Lucius in this chapter... Marcus girlies... you're welcome? I think?

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[belovedhoon]

Can you do a reaction to how you think &Team Hyung line (Ej,Fuma,K,Nico) would react to you asking them to cum inside you for the first time?

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I think that Fuma probably has a breeding kink tbh…the man oozes daddy vibes..🫡God just thinking about it makes me sweat 😮‍💨

Oh, my anon I LOVE the way you think…saving Fuma for last bc ur so right Fuma DOES ooze daddy vibes… also here are my thoughts…there will be drabbles at the end to emphasize my thoughts! THOUGHTS UNDER CUT >>>>

So Ej would be super shocked and he’d honestly get really timid about it too. Like his hips would halt when you ask him to cum inside you and he’d stutter out a small “what?” in disbelief…It’d be so hard for him to believe that his sweet precious gf just asked him to cum inside her. I feel like at first Ej’d be a little apprehensive about doing so, even if you were on birth control like the thought of accidentally knocking you up terrifying him but then why’s the thought of filling you up and watching it drip out such an irresistible thought to him? So with Nicho, I feel like he’d also be pretty shocked but differing from Ej he’d get cocky from the fact that his baby wants him to fill her up…I feel like he’d speed up too and start hitting it harder. He’d be so smug about it too…like he’d say stuff like “Oh? My baby wants me cum inside? Do you want me to fill you up so you feel it for days? Hmm?” in his deep ass voice and you just melt. When Nicho finally does cum (which is pretty quick after you ask him…he’s THAT worked up from the thought) he cums A LOT, He enjoys the idea of filling you up way too much, possibly more than you do… Omg K would be SO cocky about like he’d get so so smug about the fact that his cute innocent girl is asking for him to cum inside her so sweetly…How’s he to resist you when you sound so cute and sweet? BUT he’s gonna tease the hell out of you about it too… He’ll mock you and slow down his hips until you’re begging him to keep going and to ‘please please cum inside me K…’ Ohhh Fuma has DEFINITELY been waiting on this moment FOREVER… like when he hears you begging for his cum, he gets so rough and he’ll say the nastiest things…Fuma is also gonna make you ‘beg for daddy’s cum…’ He’s gonna make you cum at LEAST twice before he even thinks about cumming inside you and when he does cum he’s gonna keep thrusting to push it further inside so that it ‘sticks…’ don’t be surprised if he’s still hard and wants to go again bc the thought of you all swollen with HIS child is gonna make him FERAL.

Ej: You could feel yourself getting close the longer Ej continued to thrust his hips so smoothly. “EJ…please…cum inside me…” You let out in a breathy whimper. Ej’s hips froze as he processed your words. There was NO way you just said what he thought you said. “W-what…?” Ej said in a whisper. You whined at the feeling of him stopping and all but begged him to continue and to cum inside you…you need to feel him. Ej felt a shudder go through his body as his brain just gave him the delicious image of his cum dripping from you. He suddenly couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into you fast so he could get the reality of his lewd thoughts. 

Nicholas: “N-Nicho please cum inside!” You yelled out as you came around his thick cock. Nicho’s hips stuttered in shock at your revelation. “Oh? What was that baby? You want me to cum inside you? Hmm?” He let out in a growl. You nodded your head fervently and Nicho groaned at your eagerness. He could feel himself embarrassingly close after your words so he sped up his hips and finally came, it felt like it was never-ending to you. His cum poured out of you in heaps as he pulled out. “Fuck…you came so much Nicho…” You whimpered out, and Nicho could feel himself growing hard again at the fact that you were so fucked out from him cumming so much…

K: “Oh? You want my cum baby girl?” K said and chuckled cockily. You whimpered out a small yes… K slowed his hips to such a slow pace and you whined out at his teasing pace. “I don’t baby…that’s pretty dirty don’t you think? You’re so naughty…I thought you were my innocent good girl hmm?” K said with a smirk. You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes at his teasing and almost degrading words. “K! Please…I’m your good girl…please please please cum inside me…I need it…” You moaned out and how could K resist you when you sounded so sweet?

Fuma: You had already cum once and Fuma was nowhere close to being done with you yet. The overstimulation was so intense for you, so you whined out a quick “Please Fuma come inside me…” Fuma growled at your words and started to thrust into you more roughly than he had before. “You want daddy’s cum? You want me to fill you up and make you round with my child?” Fuma asked hardly. You moaned nodding your head. “How about you cum for me one more time? And then maybe daddy will give you his cum…hmm?” Fuma groaned out deeply. You whined and begged him to let you cum so that he could cum inside you. Finally, you came and he took that as his cue to finally let go inside of you. As he came inside you, he kept thrusting his hips to push his cum deeper inside you in hopes that it would stick and he’d actually get you pregnant… After he came down from his high, he was somehow still hard. I mean how could he not be when all he could think about was you round and swollen with his child? You felt Fuma shift before he began to thrust into you once again roughly. You were in for a LONG night…

A/N: So I might have gotten a little too much into Fuma's...Sorry not sorry...

[wordsbyrian]

Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?

A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!

No one on the team is really sure how you do it.

It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriend’s opinion.

Doesn’t matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.

The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, can’t even explain it but she’s more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.

Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.

“Christ,” Sonny says, whistling lowly, “the fans might be right about Y/N.”

Kelley’s quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, “Hands off Sonnett.”

“I’m just looking.”

“No looking either!”

Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.

Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isn’t really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.

There’s also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.

That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and you’re on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and you’re also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but you’re too busy arguing with Crystal to care.

“No, Y/N/N, there’s no way that you’re trying to tell me that ‘Hit Em Up’ is a better diss track than ‘No Vaseline,’” Crystal says, “‘No Vaseline’ is the diss track.”

A very important topic of conversation.

You shake your head fiercely before speaking, “Pac started the song by saying and I quote ‘that’s why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker’ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didn’t say anything that brutal.”

“Cube also didn’t need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,” Crys shoots back.

“He was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!”

The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.

“Helped make him famous?!”

“Yes!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else would’ve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.

Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.

“I’ll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isn’t over,” you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.

It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isn’t really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.

“Hi, baby,” Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.

“Yeah, ‘hi baby’” Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” you mumble under your breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if I’ll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.”

“You can have her, Y/N/N, I’ve been trying to get rid of her days,” Emily jokes.

Laughing at the offended look on Kelley’s face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.

The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way she’s been dragging you from place to place the entire time.

And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, you’ve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.

There’s only one issue…

“Babe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.”

“My eyes are closed.”

“They aren’t,” you say.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed? You’d have to have your eyes open to tell.”

“I can tell,” you say, still not opening your eyes, “because I can always tell when you’re looking at me. Even in the world’s most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.”

A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and there’s a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.

“Yea that’s enough of that,” you say. “And for love of God, stop staring at me.”

“You say the sweetest things to me when you’re tired.”

“Mhmm, love you too. It’s time to go night-night now.”

“That’s the tone you use with Charlie,” Kelley’s voice is indignant.

“Shhh, it’s time to go night-night.”

There’s some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.

When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isn’t very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.

The walk to Sonny and lIndsey’s room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.

So instead you head off to find your best friend.

Marcel.

But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.

Walking in, you’re not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you don’t pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.

“Hey,” Lynn calls out.

“Sorry Lynnie,” you say, “Marcel and I have some very important business to discuss.”

“He’s one!”

“Gracie’s corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, I’ll come find you when he needs a diaper change.”

You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but you’re mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.

As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."

Whatever that means.

You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.

Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room that’s been converted to a common area for the team.

The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.

Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates. 

Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. There’s also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.

Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.

It all comes to a head one day after training.

The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.

It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what you’re watching.

“Are all of these thirst edits of me,” you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. “This one is captioned: I’d let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!”

You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.

You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.

Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.

When you get on the bus, you’re greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.

“Who’s idea was that,” you ask, still standing up front.

No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.

On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny can’t seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.

“The two of you aren’t nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,” you say, dropping into Kelley’s lap.

“But we really are,” Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.

“Yea it’s not our fault that the entire internet thinks you’re divine. I’m not going to be the one who argues with them.” Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. “I love you,” she tries.

“Love you too.”

[hearts4golbach]

I lovedd ur sfw alphabet for tyler!! could you do an nsfw one if possible??🥹

ABC NSFW Headcanons.

a/n:

im so behind on requests this is so stressful.

not proofread

warnings:

no actual smut, suggestive content, sex talk.

word count:

1.1k.

A- aftercare. (What are they like after sex?)

Tyler isn't overly caring. he'll clean his cum off of you before crawling into bed with you. you two cuddle because when you go at it, you go at it HARD. on occasion, especially if he fucks you in the morning, he'll run the two of you a shower.

B- body part. (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

Fella is most confident in his arms and chest. he jokingly flexes his muscles, but it ends up turning you on.

his favorite part of your body is your face and torso. he thinks your waist and hips look amazing in whatever you wear. you always catch him staring when you're wearing something other than pajamas.

C- cum. (anything they do with cum.)

he gets down and dirty with it. he loves seeing his cum on your face, stomach, tongue, ass, wherever. if you guys go for more than one round, he doesn't clean his cum off of you until you're finished.

his thumb ran over your bottom lip, smearing his seed over your lips. he swiped some off your cheek, sticking his finger into your mouth and watching as you suck it clean.

D- dirty secret. (self explanatory.)

whenever your hair is up, especially in a pony tail, all he can think about is seeing your face as he pulls your hair. he loves tugging on your hair. if he could leave your hair a mess all of the time, he would.

E- experience. (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

it didn't take him long to learn your body. he knows all of the right spots inside of you and what really gets you going. before you, he had sex with a couple other girls, so he had an average amount of experience. he only kept getting better whenever you two started dating.

F- favorite position. (self explanatory.)

even though Fella jokes about buckshot a lot, I feel like he'd love giving them. he also loves missionary. he gets to watch how your face contorts as he pleasures you. he's not big on crazy positions.

G- goofy. (are they serious in the moment?)

he'll joke if it feels right or to relieve tension. he doesn't want to take sex too serious because it ruins the enjoyable aspects of it.

H- hair. (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes?)

he leaves a little stubble but doesn't like leaving a lot of hair. the carpet does in fact match the drapes, no further explanation.

I- intimacy. (how are they in the moment? romance related.)

it depends on the mood. if you wanted it rough, he'd give it to you rough. but, if it's sweet vanilla sex he is very intimate with you.

J- jack off. (masturbation headcanon.)

if you're not there, he only perks off about once a day. when he does, he takes a shower because he doesn't want to be bothered with cleaning up his own seed. he doesn't use any material to get off, just the thought of you.

K- kink. (some of their kinks.)

he'd love fucking you while you wore one of his shirts.

L- location. (favorite place to get freaky?)

his favorite place is his bed, hands down. but if you two wanna change it up, his go to is the shower. Tyler also loves how steamy the car gets.

M- motivation. (What turns them on?)

you. your scent. your personality. everything about you. whenever you're yourself, which is when it's just the two of you, it gets him going. he can't help but admire you and imagine all of the dirty things he'd do to you.

N- no. (something they wouldn't do.)

he wouldn't do anything too violent, like slapping you or hitting you. he knows it turns some people on, but it just presses his buttons in the wrong way.

O- oral. (preference on giving and recieving and skill.)

he prefers to give you head. he could eat you out for hours on end. although, he does occasionally enjoy using your throat. he is mind blowing blowingly good at giving head.

P- pace. (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

I think he can be both. it all just depends on the vibe between you two at that time. he prefers slow and sensual over fast and rough.

Q- quickie. (their opinion obviously.)

he loves quickies. they're exhilarating for him. although he prefers to take his time with you, quickies are just as fun.

R- risk. (Do they like to experiment? how willing are they to take risks?)

if you're comfortable with it, Tyler is down to try whatever you want. you rarely turn down things he wants to try as well. spicing things up in the bedroom isn't unusual for the two of you.

S- stamina. (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depending on how long you had Fella waiting for, it varies. if you had been teasing eachother all day, Tyler can last for 2 or 3 rounds. one round is normally enough for both of you.

T- toys. (Do they own them or use them?)

he doesn't own toys, and feel slightly insecure if you want to use them during sex. it makes him feel insufficient, but you never wanted to use toys, anyway.

U- unfair. (how much do they like to tease.)

fuck, it's all Tyler does. he loves teasing you more than anything. and he loves it just as much when you tease him in return.

V- volume. (how loud are they and what sounds to they make?)

he's a grunter!!! if it's super good, he'll let out low moans. he's not super loud, but loud enough for you to hear. the noises he makes never fails to turn you on.

W- wild card. (random headcanon.)

he loves it whenever you cover him in hickeys. the feeling of your lips on his neck is heaven. there is never a moment where there isn't a hickey on him, even if it's hidden.

X- x-ray. (a peek under the clothes.)

I've seen people saying exact measurements, but I don't wanna violet Fella like that. I will say he's definitely above average, but not too skinny nor thick. and yeah, he does have a curve to it.

Y- yearning. (how high is their sex drive?)

your sex life is healthy. unless either of you are busy, sex is a daily thing. you two are addicted to eachother and make love like you're still in the honey moon stage.

Z- ZZZ. (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

while you fall asleep almost immediately, it's sort of difficult for him. when you fall asleep, he holds you and savors your presence.

[d3v1ls4dvocat3]

Dessert

Gojo x Fem! Reader x Geto Smut

Warnings: Smut, porn no plot, threesome, boyfriend Satoru, best friend Suguru, Dom Satoru, pussy drunk Suguru, Oral (M/ F receiving) nipple play, fingering, anal, p in v sex, double penetration, lots of pet names (pretty, baby, sweetheart, good girl) praise, cum eating, cuck Suguru? kinda?? not proofread so bare with me

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Wrote this while listening to Clancy bc i love that album. Also something about Sugusato in a threesome just gets me going so I thought I’d write about it bc what else is there to do on memorial day

MDNI or you will be blocked!!

“Come on, Pretty. Open those legs so Sugu can get a good view of that wet pussy,” Gojo purred into your ear.

You groaned around Gojo’s dick, causing him to push himself further in, and obeyed your boyfriend. You found yourself thinking of how you got into this mess: laying on your back while Gojo fucked himself into your mouth while his best friend- your friend- watched you both with a look you couldn’t quite read.

His eyes were lidded, mouth slightly agape, and his chest heaved with every intake of breath. You watched him stare at your legs, opening them ever so slowly just to tease him. He practically groaned when he finally got to see your soaking cunt.

Gojo grinned wickedly. “You’re dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He continued to pound into you, gagging you each time his tip went down your throat, his balls widely slapping your chin.

Turning to face his partner in crime, Gojo beckoned him closer. “Sugu, don’t just stand there. I know you’ve dreamed about what she tastes like.”

Suguru didn’t say anything but he nodded slightly. You blushed and whined into Gojo’s cock. He shushed you and pulled out of your mouth, slapping his tip on your face.

“We can finish that later. I want to watch you fall apart on Suguru’s tongue,” Gojo said and repositioned you both so that he was behind you holding your legs open. His hard dick poked into your back and you shivered.

“Toru, please-“ You began.

“Ah, ah, baby doll. You’ve gotta cum first before you get this.”

You pouted for a moment before Geto grabbed your attention. He was on his knees before you, staring at your cunt like a starved man. The sight alone made you clench. Gojo brought his fingers up your thighs and slid them slowly through your folds, collecting your juices. You let out a low moan.

“Here, Sugu, suck my fingers,” Gojo ordered. Geto obediently opened his mouth and allowed Gojo to put his slick covered fingers into his mouth. Suguru moaned at the taste and greedily slurped on Satoru’s digits.

“How is it? Everything you dreamed of?” Gojo teased as Suguru finished sucking.

Suguru looked into your eyes with a lustful gaze. “You’re so sweet, princess.”

Without another word, Geto surged forward and took your cunt into his mouth. You moaned and arched your back at the sudden contact. Gojo caught you before you could shove Suguru off and brought you back down into his chest. He kissed your neck and began to pinch at your nipples. You were practically screaming at the sensation.

Geto sucked your clit and easily pushed his finger into your cunt. You moaned his name and couldn’t help but grab his hair, pushing his head further into you. You rode his face as he loudly slurped and licked your pussy, devouring it like it was his last meal.

Gojo watched you with a smile, continuously playing with your tits and kissing you anywhere he could reach. If you weren’t so focused on Geto, you would’ve chastised him for leaving hickeys where they could be seen.

Geto pushed a second finger into you and curled it. You felt the familiar sensation building in your stomach. You squeezed Geto’s hair tighter, silently urging him to keep going.

“M’ gonna cum,” You cried.

“Good girl, baby. Cum all over his face,” Gojo purred.

Geto sucked your clit hard and curled his fingers again. You practically wailed and instantly came. Geto kept his pace, licking your clit and entrance trying to get every ounce of you on his tongue.

You were shaking as you came down from your orgasm. The hint of overstimulation was dawning on you as Suguru continued to lap at your cunt.

You whined and tried to push him off. “Sugu, it’s too much.”

“You’re just- mmm- so good, sweetheart. I can’t, fuck, help it,” Suguru moaned into you. Satoru chuckled and lightly tapped his friend’s hand.

“We don’t want her passing out just yet, Sugu. She hasn’t been fucked yet.”

Finally, Geto pulled away from you. You sighed at the relief but it didn’t last long. In a moment, you were flipped, now facing Gojo with Geto to your back. You looked at your boyfriend with panic filling your eyes.

Gojo sensed your worry and kissed you gently. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take us both.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Gojo smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

Slowly, Gojo positioned himself at your front entrance, pushing the tip through your folds. You moaned, still slightly sensitive. You felt Geto push himself against your ass. You clenched on instinct. Geto hissed as he pushed himself into you slowly.

“Relax, sweetheart,” He said shakily. Gojo kissed you to take your mind off the pain. You took the distraction happily, trying your hardest to focus on relaxing rather than just how BIG Suguru was.

He didn’t feel quite as long as Satoru, but oh, was he thicker. You felt like you would fall apart on just him, and Satoru hadn’t even pushed himself in yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Suguru finally stopped pushing. He let out a low moan and experimentally pushed out and then back in. You cried out and gripped onto Gojo’s shoulders.

“Fuck, Satoru, she’s perfect,” He said.

Gojo smiled and looked at you. “I know.”

He aimed himself up and with one movement, pushed his length into your pussy. You all three let out a moan at the feeling. You’d never felt so full in your whole life. If either of them moved you knew you would cum. It felt so good, too good. You could feel Suguru rubbing against Satoru, the only barrier between them was a thin layer of skin. You shakily moved yourself up, trying to escape how suffocated you felt.

Gojo grabbed you and shoved you down. You practically screamed.

“Fuck, Toru- it’s too much,” You babbled grabbing onto his shoulders to try and ground yourself.

“You can take it, baby,” Gojo said. He kissed you again. “We’re gonna move now, okay?”

Before you could nod, Gojo pushed out and slammed back into you, causing you to see stars. He began to forcefully fuck himself into you, not slowing down once. Geto moaned, feeling Satoru’s cock rub against his with every thrust of his hips.

He felt he could die like this.

Gently, Suguru moved his hips back as Gojo moved his forward, finding a matching pace as best he could. They moved in unison, one pulling out as the other slammed into you. You couldn’t handle it, babbling and moaning and drooling into your boyfriend. Gojo whispered praises into your ear as you felt yourself fall apart on your boyfriend and his best friend’s dick.

It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm approaching, harder and faster than before. You cursed and cried into Satoru as it hit you like a brick wall. You spasmed and clenched against the two men, making a mess all over all three of you. They both moaned and Gojo took the opportunity to pound into you faster, finally chasing over his own high.

Geto cursed and gripped onto your shoulder. “Fuck, I’m gonna-“

“Don’t you dare cum in her, Suguru.”

Geto’s eyes snapped up. Gojo starred back with an expression Suguru had only seen used on enemies. He shivered and didn’t argue, pulling out of you completely before spilling his load on your ass.

You fell onto Gojo as he began to shake. You felt him tense up before he cursed. “Fuck, good girl. Take it all baby.”

Satoru fucked his cum into you as he came down from his high. You moaned as he pulled out. Gojo held onto you and carefully laid you down onto the bed. He kissed your forehead and moved your legs apart.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked. “Have your dessert, Suguru.”

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PAC🎱

“don't change i like the way you make me feel. can we take our time and do this for awhile?”

• what will their first impression be of you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. it's been a minute y'all <3 i've been a bit busy but here's something new to show my appreciation for the constant love and support. ILY!

PILE ONE.

hello, pile 1. i don't know why i have the urge to start your reading off so professional but i feel like your energy reads “come correct or don’t come at all.” OOO okay i respect it! i’m already picking up that your person may feel like you’re out of their league…or their friends might tease them and say that you are. ballin’ by partynextdoor is playing, “i’m out of your league, baby. baby 'cause i’m ballin' for a minute.” i can see your person watching you from a distance, you’re surrounded by your friends laughing and talking, and their friend comes up next to them and says “[Y/N] is totally out of your league!” this may not even be a friend of theirs lol this could totally just be a hater being annoying but people definitely deem you as the perfect catch. your beauty is otherworldly i’m hearing, people constantly steal glances and are in complete awe of your beauty/the way you carry yourself. majority of you that chose this pile are deeply in tune with your feminine side and you like the finer things in life. “diamonds are a girl’s best friend!” is what i’m hearing — also 7 rings by ariana grande/my favorite things from the sound of the music. yeah y’all are it girls for sure! i think they’ll be a bit intimidated and nervous to approach you at first pile 1…they'll definitely be in their head a lot. their thoughts will be so all over the place like “WHAT IF [Y/N] doesn't like me?! or WHAT IF [Y/N] doesn't give me a chance!?" lol but once they finally do muster up the courage to approach you?! it's a wrap! i think that you'll like the way that they try to woo you, it'll be different from the way other people try to get your attention. however, i think that it will take them a while to actually make a move because they fear rejection. once they get out of their own head and take the leap, they'll realize that there was no need to stress in the first place because they peaked your interest all along. they definitely see you as high-value and very classy pile 1. they'll treat you with the utmost respect and go the extra mile to court you the way that you deserve to be. they will not take you for granted. not only do they think that you’re absolutely stunning, but they also admire how you have the brains and wit to match. i also think that visually you two will look very good together, it’s giving power couple vibes. when you pop out with them heads definitely will turn cause i think y’all both match each other’s fly very well — ugh yes!

other channeled messages:

could be younger than you, mama’s boy, dream girl, g.o.a.t by eric bellinger ft. aroc, lil boo thang by paul russell, air sign venus, you make me feel so young by frank sinatra

PILE TWO.

hi pile 222! i'm ngl i keep hearing that tiktok sound of that flo milli song that goes "he speedin’ the wraith while his hand on my coochie, he touchin’ emilio pucci." LOLOLOL maybe y'all like that song or you keep seeing tiktok edits with it playing? idk that was random but i feel like it's also your vibe? you have this sultry/seductress vibe but you have such a cute face i'm hearing, i think people may not expect this from you. i’m picking up that some people project onto you a lot and have this expectation/idea of how you should be/should act which is weird…people may have started rumors about you or said you had sex with someone that you didn't. ugh you definitely have undercover haters and i'm also picking up that some of you get sexualized a lot :( you feel misunderstood a lot of the time and people don't realize that there's more to you than what meets the surface. i think that your person may hear of the rumors but won't pay them much mind…they want to get to know you for themselves. they'll think that you're very ambitious, kind-hearted and smart! you have big dreams and they admire how motivated you are to achieve them — it's inspiring to them! you have a zest for life and you know how to turn a negative into a positive, so despite what anyone has to say about you…you'll always succeed and have the last laugh. ngl this turns your person on??!?!?! OMFG I'M CRYING. your person is also very dedicated and passionate so the fact that you match their energy will have them feeling some type of wayyyyy like they want you bad pile 2. they definitely see you as the ultimate trophy like they want nobody else but you, this isn't in a superficial way either…they just love how you never fold under pressure. they love that you can hold your own and you don't need anyone to validate you, including them. they never met someone like you before pile 2, they feel like you're a rare find. like you by bow wow ft. ciara is coming to mind. YEAHHH IT'S VERY MUCH THAT.

other channeled messages:

nyc, baby it's cold outside, agora hills by doja cat, smoking weed, retail job, scorpio, fire signs (esp leo & sag), milkshake by kelis

PILE THREE.

hey pile 3! right away i’m already feeling that your person will think that you're hard to catch or too hot to handle…something along those lines. they'll feel like you’re hard to obtain, you might be very private/incognito so they don't know how to reach you. incognito in the sense that you don't post a lot on social media or you don't go out to parties/clubs much, you’re like a mystery. you value your privacy and personal space a lot (and there's nothing wrong with that) but just know this might make it a bit difficult for your person to approach you. i think that you have very high standards and you will not settle for less or compromise any of your personal needs/desires for a situation you know is not worth your time. i don't know…i feel like you might curve this person initially — you may not feel like you're in the right headspace or are in the right capacity to handle a relationship with this person at the time that they reach out or approach you. for some that chose this pile, this could be an old-flame trying to spin the block again but i don't think you'll be very receptive to the idea of giving them another chance. this person is willing to wait and give you the space that you need until you figure out if you want something more with them or not. i think you're more so focused on healing your inner child and pouring love back into yourself pile 3 which is absolutely beautiful, keep going! it's all going to work out in your favor in the long run. a similar dynamic that i pick up between you and this person is elizabeth bennett and mr. darcy from ‘pride and prejudice’ for those of you that watched the movie, you know how it took a good amount of time before they finally got together — but that slow burn/build up between them was sooooo worth it. i think that once you feel ready, this relationship will bloom into something so beautiful, passionate and intricate — something only you two will ever understand but ultimately it's up to you pile 3!

other channeled messages:

u with me? by drake, yearning for your love, long distance, passive aggressive, i made some mistakes, back and forth text messages, mind games

[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Pink Moon in Scorpio ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Hey, was your Full Pink Moon in Scorpio great on the 24th/25th of April? It took me a couple of days to realise there was an active shedding and releasing of A FUCKTON of black magick and karmic debris from the collective of people tuned into this PAC. That shedding and releasing was by Divine Mandate, so that’s good to know hahah

After the Full Moon, have you been feeling lighter now? Brighter in the mind? Clearer about your purpose, maybe? More motivated to take the next step? Kinda ironic because Scorpio is the darkest sign of all. But hey, seeds need to break in the dark for them to grow into plants, trees, fruits and flowers, right?

This Full Pink Moon in Scorpio is really associated with rebirth, plant magick and wishing for a victorious blooming of our desires. Scorpio is also a sign associated with the underworld, death and ancestors. Did you know people born with significant Scorpio influences in their birth chart were often born shortly after some death had occurred within the family/bloodline?

Since the Full Pink Moon has passed, have you been feeling the call of your ancestors? You’ve got a huge family of great and wise ancestors you’ve never even met in this incarnation watching over your spiritual development. Each of them loves you and honour all the spiritual work you’ve done in this incarnation. The ripples of your lightwork go beyond what you can comprehend at this moment.

Listen carefully with your pretty heart~ Your ancestors and Spirit Guides are currently very active in guiding you towards your most exciting chapter yet! Stomp forward confidently, babes~!

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Pile 1 – Let’s Go Far Away! Far From All the Dra-mama-mama~

s h e d d i n g – Queen of Pentacles Rx

You are not taking anybody else’s karma as yours anymore. You’re done. Fucking done with spiritually taking care of everybody who isn’t even aware of their bullshit karmic load. And on top of that, you’ve been known that these fuckers ain’t ever gonna be grateful anyway. So, why should you bother? You learnt the hard way, didn’t you? Now you’ve truly become a spiritual boss bitch. You ain’t vibing with Love and Light anymore—not like that, at least. You understand now that the whole ‘love and light’ consciousness has been weaponised to neutralise the power of those who can defeat EVIL consciousness.

Now, you understand people are fully responsible for their own healing; for how they react to what’s happening around them and for their own choices. Even their points of view are theirs. You’re not participating in anybody else’s drama anymore. No amount of empathy will ever make you stupid again. That was your decision quite a long time ago and now that resolve has become SOLIDIFIED. Welcome back, spiritual gangster. You’re YOU again~ Now, we watch you quantum jump into your greatest abundance Reality yet!

t r a n s f o r m i n g – 9 of Pentacles Rx

I feel like you’ve been in isolation of sort for quite a while, right? Or at least, there’s a clear indication that you’ve not been in communication with too many people. Your ancestors gave you that push to be alone and to clear your aenergetic field from a lifetime’s worth of bullshit you’d absorbed from other people. During this time, you were shielded from further psychological attacks from your environment. But at the same time, you were also being given clear guidance about your next steps.

Your visions and daydreams are not random, so this Full Pink Moon is giving you more reasons to believe all of your gut feelings about your place in the world—about what you’re put on Earth to pursue and manifest. When you’re excited, make sure you share your good news with ONLY those you feel are vibrationally safe to share with. People you know won’t have any business being envious of your progress. Otherwise, keep moving on in silence, dear ghost~ You’re about to become reborn into real riches!

g l o w u p, BITCH – 6 of Wands Rx

The whole aenergy of this Pile is abundance and material riches. I’m being told, you’re building a massive Empire that’s based on real spirituality. An empire that will serve a great number of people and how that contributes to not only your material security but also to the prosperity of all involved with your projects/spiritual work in the future. With that said, your success is needed by the world! You’d better believe there’s no force on Earth strong enough to mess this up.

Your ancestors, in fact, have been setting you up for this success for literally aeons. Even from the aethers they’re still very much actively making this happen. It’s a family project, babe~ You’ve got important codes stored in your DNA—you bloodline is special. One way or another this will continue to get revealed to you through various means your ancestors can think of ;P Your physical beauty, physical prosperity, physical safety and everything is quantum jumping into a much higher octave of Reality.

You’ve set up the foundation well. You’ve sacrificed a lot with so little guidance. Congrats again, welcome Home to 5D Consciosuness~!

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Pile 2 – Hello? Ordering From Future Express~

s h e d d i n g – Page of Pentacles

You’ve been in the process of learning (or preparing) for a big change in your Life. This Full Pink Moon, if anything, is just indicating that you’re ready to mingle in the higher level of whatever you’re graduating from. Rather than becoming a student, you’re becoming an actual employee, worker, or expert at this thing you’ve been studying/preparing for. You have a lot of knowledge that’s ready to be shared by those who can benefit from your work. So, congrats~!

Of all the Piles, I sense your journey thus far has been pretty much lighthearted. It isn’t to say some traumatic things haven’t happened, but no matter your age, you’re such a wise optimist. You’re the type that can always say, ‘Oh well, I did learn and gain valuable lessons from it.’ You have an awareness of your surrounding and the events that visit your everyday Life, so you’re not often bothered to the degree some of the other Piles are XD

t r a n s f o r m i n g – Knight of Cups Rx

I sense that many of you reading this have been in the active process of manifesting a new kind of Reality. You’ve daydreamed and fantasised a lot—too much, sometimes LOL But I’m getting that your heart is literally constantly pulled in that direction because you’re literally that close to manifesting this Reality. Of course, when we say ‘close’, some of you may wonder how that’s even possible because you don’t feel like you’ve done a lot.

But I’m being told that your manifestation is heavily ‘water based’, meaning it is highly based on the emotions produced during your daydreaming~ As long as you maintain the feeling, the optimism, the feel-good vibes from those daydreams, you’re GUARANTEED to get every single thing you’ve envisioned for yourself. I betcha you have significant Water sign placements or planets in Water Houses in your natal chart :D

g l o w u p, BITCH – 5 of Cups

I know that recently you feel like you’ve lost something important. Although you’re positive and optimistic, it’s only natural that people can still dwell in the negative emotions caused by the shock of any kind of loss. You can take your time. But also know that this Full Pink Moon is promising you a way to rebuild or rediscover in another form what you’ve lost. What’s been lost or broken will be renewed and you will be a lot happier.

By this, the general message is that you have so much good fortune and success in the future. It’s almost like, your daydreams have been ordered from the future express and delivered to your doorstep as feel-good thought-forms. For now, they may be only thought-forms, but you’re being directed to the right place, so don’t lose sight of those visions, OK? For the most part, I think most of you already know this—you just needed some kind of a validation ^o^v

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Pile 3 – Calm in the World, Lucky Girl~

s h e d d i n g – 7 of Swords

Ooohhh my lucky guuurl~ You’re the lucky Pile, but actually, you’ve worked really hard to increase your luck quotient in this world! Of all the Piles, you’ve transmuted a lot of karmic bullshit in your bloodline—things like toxic mindsets which were passed down by your elders. I think you’ve worked the hardest to transform yourself whilst carrying generational bullshit which you vowed would stop with you, because you wouldn’t want these mindsets or ways of living to be passed down to the next generations.

And in your case, I get that you’re not just thinking about your own bloodline; you’re also thinking about stopping these toxic ways of living and being for all people belonging to your generation and the next. You’re thinking global—you’re thinking cosmic. This Pile is definitely for those of you who identify as being a witch or a mystic or something similar in nature. You are now shedding ugliness. All the ugliness in the ways you were brought up.

t r a n s f o r m i n g – 9 of Cups

No matter when you come across this reading, within just a couple months your abundance level is going to visibly get better. This sense of abundance is going to be real—not just a mindset thing—it’s going to be physical. You’ve been working so hard for so long on the mental and spiritual level, and in many cases, you might’ve felt like your spiritual work hasn’t produced anything tangible at all. And this could’ve often dimmed your light and made you cry, because it felt like your struggles were never going to end.

You were going in circles, but babe, you were always spiralling up out of that hell that was created for you. I think you just didn’t realise that. The path was never straight; it was a spiral in which you were spiralling and meeting old wounds and healing them, but the whole time, you were spiralling UP! Okay? The exit is close. Dang, many of you tuning into this are already out! The real physical abundance is following along tightly. Look forward to this year’s Lion’s Gate, Wise Ones~! You’ll be surprised! <3

g l o w u p, BITCH – 10 of Wands

In the deck I’m using, 10 of Wands depicts an array of soldiers who’ve just finished warring. They’re back home now, exhausted, traumatised, needing a lot of care and ease after a long battle, and are probably still in a war mindset after being in it for quite some time, right? But the important thing is that they’re home; that the war is OVER. It is OVER. It’s peacetime now. You’ve just got to celebrate all you’ve done for your country (yourself) and relish in a good bowl of soup to soothe your aching heart.

Recuperation and relaxation are crucial for you right now. You need all the TLC you could give to yourself, so in that sense, if there’s somebody who could be of some assistance to you, don’t hesitate to ask for help so your Life can be a little easier. For the time being, you need to be taken care of. Sooner than later, you will be jumping into a different kind of an exciting bandwagon straight to your Destiny~ Then, you can help others~!

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[rinabin]

arcade

the door chimes as you and ningning enter the arcade. the place is quaint but decorated with old video game posters and machines giving it personality. scanning the room for your friends, you spot sohee and seunghan immersed in the pinball machine. as the two of you walk over to them, ningning slows down. “isn’t that wonbin and shotaro?” she questions, looking towards to the guys hovering over another machine as you follow her gaze. seeing wonbin in person again, you internally cringe as you’re reminded of your last interaction. determined to make up for the horrific first impression, you begin to walk over to the unfamiliar guys instead. “come on, let’s go say hi.”

by the time you make it over to the boys, their game has ended, relieving you of the awkwardness of hovering around and waiting. feeling a tap on his shoulder, wonbin turns around, confused, until his big brown eyes meet yours. “hi,” you say, extending a hand and giving him a small smile. “i told u i’d be normal the next time we met.” as wonbin returns your handshake, he chuckles out, “that you did. hi again.” letting go of his hand, you look over to shotaro. “you’re shotaro, i presume?” “mhm,” he responds with a big smile, “but you can call me taro. shotaro is too formal.” nodding your head, you look over to ningning as you introduce her. ningning compliments them on their outfits, prompting the guys to thank her. 

not wanting the conversation to stall, you ask wonbin and shotaro what they were playing before you and ningning got there. as wonbin opens his mouth to answer, he gets interrupted by seunghan tackling you in a hug. “YNNNNNN.” stumbling back, you let out a giggle as you hug seunghan back. “what’s with this greeting?” letting go of you, seunghan grins and shrugs, saying it was just cause, as he begins to tackle ningning next. looking over to wonbin, now standing alone watching the scene unfold, you give him a smile, asking where shotaro went. pointing over to sohee and shotaro, “sohee stole him”, wonbin responds with a gentle smile. as you look over at shotaro and sohee, there is only one thought running through your head: wonbin has a really pretty smile. fuck.

just as the implications of the thought begin to consume you, the rest of your friends roll into the arcade. minjeong grabs your arm, pulling you toward the pac-man machine, saving you from your deranged brain as you wave bye to wonbin.

plopping down on the empty couch in the lounge, you open your phone and scroll for a few minutes until you feel another presence next to you. looking over to the seat beside you, you see wonbin. “we meet again. what are you doing here by yourself?” he breathes out. placing your phone in your lap, you mutter, “eunseok and sohee have beat me in practically every game in here. there’s nothing for me but humiliation waiting out there.” wonbin raises his eyebrows. “not a gamer?” you scoff. “the only game i’ve ever played is bad ice-cream when i was 8. i don’t know why i agreed to this hangout.” wonbin hums in response as he looks out into space. a comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you begin scrolling on your phone again. 

after a couple of moments, you feel wonbin get up. “come on, let’s go.” looking up at him from your phone, you see him gesturing you to get up. you tilt your head and look around in confusion before asking if he’s talking to you.“yes, you. get up. i’m gonna teach you how to play some games. i can’t let eunseok walk around with a bigger ego than he already has,” wonbin smirks, nodding his head toward the games. you let out a snort at the comment. still sitting, fiddling with your phone, you let a moment pass as you think about it. with a sigh, you place your phone into your pocket. “you’re right. the only person who should have a big ego around here is me.” wonbin shakes his head in amusement as he begins to walk back into the gaming section, and you follow behind him.

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Frogger- Peter Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Teasing Peter Maximoff. That's it. Thats the fic.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: A little smutty (pg 13-ish), weed, kinda slow burn

A/n: This came to me while staring at a wall for 20 minutes after five bong rips. It was written in like an hour at midnight and only proofread once; probably a fair amount of typing errors. Thank you for reading !!

Pt 2

I lay on Peters bed listening to one of his Pink Floyd cassettes and sipping on a coca cola awaiting his return. I met peter at the arcade a couple months ago and we hit it off immediately… well, after we finished arguing over who got to the Pac-Man game first. He zoomed in front of me, seeming to appear out of thin air. I yelled at him, saying that I was there first and I had already put my token in, after he backed down, then we hit it off. He showed me some secretes he’d learned about the game then we went to get coffee. I’ve spoken to him almost every day since. He quickly became a close friend.

“Knock knock,” he says walking into the room. He’d zoomed out to re-up. I hop off his bed, setting my soda down on the coffee table as I approach him. I’m happy to see him, but even more excited to check out the weed.

“About damn time,” I joke as he tosses me the baggie.

“What? I was gone for literally five minutes,” he laughs, taking a seat on his couch.

“That’s awfully long for you, eh Quickie,” I sit down next to him grinning. “Shit, I left my papers in my car,” I frown, before picking up my keys and dangling them in front of Peter. He rolls his eyes, taking the car keys and speeding out and back, within seconds he’s tossing the rolling papers into my lap. “Thank you,” I bat my lashes at him.

“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, opening a bag of chips. He watches me as I break up the weed and begin to roll the joint.

“Damn you’re good at that,” he says genuinely impressed as he crunches on the Doritos.

“Well, I have a lot of experience,” I laugh sparking the joint, taking a deep hit. He’s told me that he didn’t smoke a whole lot before he met me, maybe I’m a bad influence. Then again, I had never stolen anything until I met him; so I guess it cancels out.

I pass the joint to peter as I exhale the smoke. “Good shit,” I laugh as I try stifle a cough. Peter takes a hit, immediately coughing so hard his face turns red.

“Goddman,” he chokes out, I hand him my soda in attempt to ease his coughing. “Wow I already feel it,” he says after he takes a sip, his voice raspy from the hot smoke and hacking as he sets the glass bottle down next to him.

“I think the coughing makes you higher,” I giggle, wiping off the ash off my skirt.

“I think you’re right, shit,” he sighs. “You feel it yet?” he asks looking at me through lidded eyes.

“Not quite, my tolerance is pretty high,” I laugh then take another hit before grabbing his Atari controller. “Wanna play frogger?” I ask.

“Stupid question,” he scoffs, zooming to the gaming console, looking for the correct game cassette. I take the time to admire how handsome Peter is, the way his white t-shirt hugs his toned arms, his constantly messy silver hair that falls perfectly into his face, his perfect skin- despite how much junk food he eats.

‘Damn he looks good,’ I think to myself as I take another hit off the joint, lounging on his crumb covered couch with the tan controller resting in my other hand. Peter zooms back to me.

“321 go!” He shouts, starting the game.

“Shit Pete I wasn’t ready,” I shoot up dropping the blunt, Peter of course catches it before it hits the ground then pops it into his mouth. I die almost instantly.

“You lose,” he takes the controller out of my hand replacing it with the joint. “My turn!” He gives me a shit eating grin that I’ve grown to adore. I roll my eyes.

“Alright Quickie,” I begin as his fingers move in a blur on the Atari controller. “Lets make this a competition. Best 2/3. Winner gets a whole joint to themselves,” I smirk.

“Oh you’re on,” he laughs, not looking away from the television. I cover his eyes with my hands, causing him to die. “Dude!” he shouts at me. I grin taking the controller. “You loose, my turn!” I mock him. He laughs, leaning back on the couch. I last a while, ultimately missing the log, dying when I fall into the water.

“425, beat that,” I proudly hand him the controller.

“Pft, in my sleep,” he scoffs, and he’s right. He quickly beats my score with a whopping 683. “You sure you wanna continue, man?” he smirks. “You can still back out and just split the joint, and keep your pride intact,” he offers with a smug grin. Instead of getting irritated, I develop a plan.

“Oh, I’m sure Peter,” I smirk back. “But could you go first? You’re so great, I’d like to know the final score I have to beat,” I ask batting my lashes.

“Uh, sure. Okay,” he agrees even though he looks confused. He starts the next game, doing very well of course. Without him noticing, I pull my sweater down to show some cleavage before I reach over him to grab my cola sitting on the opposite side of him. My chest sets even with his eyes as I grab the cold glass bottle. Peters fingers slow and a light pink settles on his cheeks. He clears his throat, as I sit back down on the couch.

“Alright man, you can’t distract me that easily,” he laughs it off, even though he’s still blushing, glancing between me and the screen.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just thirsty,” I smirk as I use my tongue to bring the paper straw into my mouth, staring at Peters eyes that keep finding their way back to me. I slowly slide the straw out of my mouth, my tinted lip gloss leaving a ring on the white paper.

“Mmm,” I moan, leaning closer to him as I savor the taste of the cherry cola. “This is really good Peter, how’d you know that cherry’s my favorite?” I ask lowly. His eyes go wide, his frog gets hit by a truck earning him a score of 237

“Come on!” the speedster shouts. “That’s totally unfair! How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re being all hot and shit?” he asks, his cheeks still pink.

“You think I’m hot?” I giggle, taking the controller from his hands. His cheeks burn even brighter when he realizes that he just admitted that he thinks I’m hot.

I easily beat his score; he doesn’t even try to stop me. “Fetch me my weed,” I grin, holding out my hand. He rolls his eyes, but in instant the weed, papers and lighter are in my hand. “Thanks, Quickie,” I wink before quickly rolling another joint.

I lean back on the arm of the couch, watching Peter as his eyes follow the joint going between my lips, staring as I French inhale the smoke. His bloodshot eyes watch in awe and I can’t help but smile at his obvious ogling.

“Let’s watch something,” I smile, standing up and walking toward the tv, taking another hit.

“Sure,” he sighs in relief. “What movie are you th…” he trails off when I bend over, my short skirt exposing the smallest amount of my ass. I pretend not to notice, picking up a random VHS.

“What about Jaws?” I turn, asking him innocently. He blinks shaking his head as if trying to release himself from a trance.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “Yeah s-sure dude. What, uh, whatever you th-think sounds good,” he clears his throat again, staring into my eyes, not even blinking. I can tell that he’s trying extremely hard not to look at my sweater that’s still pulled down or my skirt that’s ridden up my thighs. I can almost hear him saying to himself ‘don’t look, don’t look, don’t look…’. I’m enjoying every moment of this.

I smile as I bend down to slip the VHS into the player, I turn to catch Peter adjusting his pants. He quickly removes his hand, giving me a huge grin trying not look guilty. I put the spliff back in my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

I walk over to the couch, tapping the joint out and setting it in the ash tray. As the movie starts to play, I take a seat next to peter, throwing my legs over his, allowing my skirt to fall down my thighs towards my stomach, and Peter seems to notice. His breath hitches in his throat, glancing back and forth between the movie and my thighs. We sit like this for the first part of the movie, eventually he relaxes a bit, getting into the film. I watch as the light from the screen bounces of his sharp features. I smirk as I lean up to Peter.

“You have something on your face,” I say quietly. He watches as I take my thumb in my mouth, wetting it to wipe the dried frosting off his cheek. His face floods red, he’s adorable.

“What’s wrong Peter?” I ask, still only inches from his face. “Why so quiet all of the sudden?” I lean into whisper in his ear. He visibly shutters as my breath hits his skin, a barely noticeable sheen of sweat appears on his forehead. I’m satisfied with his reaction. “Do I make you nervous, Peter?” I ask, wiping the sweat off his face. He turns to look at me.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “N-no, of course not. It’s just, uhm, a little warm in here, th-that’s all,” he stutters, staring at me with his glossy brown eyes.

“Hm,” I pretend to think about his response. “You’re right,” I grin before pulling my grey sweater over my head, leaving me in my short skirt and white tank top that clings to my curves and barely covers my cleavage. He audibly gasps with wide eyes, not bothering to hide his staring.

“It’s getting even more hot in here all of the sudden,” he pulls at the neck of his shirt trying to cool himself off.

“Maybe you should take this off then,” I suggest, toying with the hem of the shirt. “Might cool you off,” I don’t drop his gaze as I reach for my cola, taking another sip.

“I-uh… y-yeah, sure, m-maybe you’re, uhm right,” he stumbles over his words before clumsily taking off the white t-shirt. I’m surprised that he actually did it, but definitely not disappointed. I drink in the picture Infront of me. The nervous boy fidgeting with his hands, a thin sheen of sweat on his flushed cheeks and toned torso, his chest rising and falling rapidly, all of my doing. The sight makes my core ache.

“Your goggles are crooked,” I observe as I slowly crawl on top of him to straddle his waist, giving him time to stop me, incase I’m taking it too far.

He just gulps, watching as I settle on his lap. I place one hand on his chest, using the other to adjust the silver goggles, my chest at his eye level once again. I catch his eyes, now glossed over with lust rather than THC, watching me as I smooth his hair down. As I sit back, my core against his crotch, I can feel his excitement through his pants, he bounces his leg rapidly in anticipation, watching, waiting for whatever it is that I’m going to do to him next.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?” I smile, my skirt completely bunched up around my waist, exposing the entirety of my white thong.

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracks. “I’m totally fine,” his words come out shaky as he stares at my exposed underwear.

“I’ll move if you want, Peter,” I slowly grind my crotch against his, the friction on my core feels amazing. “Just tell me and I’ll move,” I offer with pleasure laced in my tone, hoping that he doesn’t ask me to stop.

He doesn’t say anything, just lets out a small whimper as I put more pressure and speed into my movements. I slowly dip down to his neck, giving him time to stop me if he desires, leaving wet kisses on his jugular. I swear I can feel how hard his heart is beating.

“You taste so sweet, Peter,” I whisper in his ear, continuing my grinding on his erection through his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his breathing shallow and quick. I slowly slide my hands down to his buckle, still moving my hips as I trail my kisses closer to his lips. I pop the buckle open and bite down on his lip gently, he gasps against my mouth.

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Goddamnit

My digital wristwatch signals that it’s time to pick my little brother up from school. I hop off Peter, he furrows his brows.

“I gotta go man, I gotta pick up my brother,” I explain, he just watches in confusion as I slide my sweater back on my body, adjusting my skirt and putting on my shoes. I head to the steps, he jumps up as if he’s just now processed what’s happened.

“Hey, wait, you can’t leave me like this,” he whines, his erection prominent in his blue jeans. “We were having fun,” he frowns. I smile widely.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” I wink. “My weeds here dude, you know I’ll be back,” I laugh walking away from the shirtless, frustrated, confused boy standing with a raging boner in the middle of his room.

[sagittariusmarz]

What ritual can you do before sleep? (PAC) *follower request

Pile 1

I see that you should spend more time alone before going to bed like don’t go to sleep as soon as you just got back from hanging around a group of people, you may like to use crystals to help you go to sleep but it’s not working the way you want it to. I see that that you should listen to music/calming music before bed or meditating, you should masturbate more before bed lol. Signs- Gemini/leo. Aries in 5th house, Scorpio in 12th house. Initials- J, V, S, O, N, K

Pile 2

I see that you should spend more time with your family or spend more time talking to your friends/family, you should do some energy work that can help recenter your chakras. I see that meditation may help you, you should write in your diary/journal when you wake up instead of before bed. I see that eating more veggies fruit or drinking more water/low sugar drinks before bed will help you. Signs- Sagittarius/cancer. Scorpio in 7th house, Pisces in 3rd house. Initials- Q, E, V, K

Pile 3

I see that cleaning and drinking a lot of water before you go to bed will help you, I see that watching tv or movies before bed instead of just staying on your phone and texting/talking/scrolling will help you. I see that going to bed earlier may help some of you, doing things through out the day to make sure you stay grounded will help you sleep better or doing something that grounds you and makes you calm before bed will help. Taking a spiritual bath or just a bath before bed will help you, taking a walk or going outside for a little before bed will help you. Signs- Virgo/Sagittarius. Sagittarius in 5th house/leo in 9th house. Initials- Q, R, Y, W, C, J

Personal readings always available

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[terrortwinunicorn]

Off Limits: No More

Damian's POV

I took a deep breath as I looked in the bathroom mirror. The last bead of sweat had been dropped and the audience had left. I was dressed and ready to meet y/n at her office. The events of earlier this evening playing in my mind. I had professed my undying love for her in front of everyone. I was suddenly nervous heading to meet y/n even though we spent countless hours talking, laughing, sharing our deepest darkest secrets, wishes and dreams. The past seven months had been amazing and now here I was heading to meet y/n like it was the first time.

"Well Luis. Here goes nothing," I said grabbing my gear bag and heading to y/n's office. It was tucked at the end of a long corridor a few doors down from Paul's office. I raised my hand and knocked on her office door. I stood there every ounce of nervous energy seeping out of my body as I hear footsteps and eventually the door opened.

"Hi," said y/n as she wore a smile and a black dress that flattered her every curve.

"Hi," I said sounding more like Mickey Mouse than the six foot five man I am. Y/N giggles lightly. I cleared my throat "I mean hi," I said again this time in my own voice "You ready?"

She nodded "I am," she grabbed her rolling luggage.

I offered my arm as she laced her arm through it as she stepped from her office pulling the door close as she stepped from it.

"My rental is just outside the exit," I said as we headed in the same direction as a lot of our co-workers. Some still whispering and pointing in our direction as y/n gasped as she turns.

"Dominik Oscar. You gave me a fright," she said.

"Lo siento tía y/n," he said.

"Next time just call my name and not just run up behind me and tap me like you did at ten."

"Lo siento tía y/n. Can I talk to Luis for a moment?" he said as Demi swoops in looping her arm with y/n's and leading her away from us.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Look I know how you feel about tía y/n and I know how tía y/n feels about you. But I have just one request."

"And that's?" I asked.

"Please be good to her. She deserves it. She is probably one of the most constants in my life after my parents, sister and Marie. She's been there for me since I was five. She is also one of the first people who met Marie after my family."

"Look Dom," I said putting a hand on his shoulder "You don't have to worry. I care about y/n. I really really care about her. More than any other woman I have ever dated."

"Good," said Dominik "Keep it that way. Because I won't be the only one you would have to deal with. Mom would probably kick your ass so would Aalyah. But so would Becky, Maryse and all the other Moms that have had y/n take care of their kids through the years. Trust me Mama Bears are scary."

I chuckled as my head turns to where y/n is talking with Demi and Colby "Trust me no Mamá Bears will be coming for my head. I promise. I'll treat y/n with all the love and respect I have to offer. Now can I please rejoin her? I'm pretty sure like me she's hungry and would like to go eat."

"Okay. Go ahead," he said before running to y/n and giving her a big hug "Te amo tía y/n."

"Te amo Dominik. Drive safely," she said kissing his cheek "And be good."

We watched as he, Demi and Colby all head to the exit. I looked at y/n "Ready, again?" I asked. She smiles as I offered my arm again. She laced her arm with mine as a few more co-workers passed us and gave her a once over before rolling their eyes. They quickly whisper to one another and then laugh "You know you should share with the class!" I said as they turned to look at me.

"Luis. Don't worry about it. I'm used to looks and whispers. I know how some women can be so insecure that they have to bring another woman down. Forgetting that I could care less what their fake asses have to say."

She and I walked passed them. They stare a hole into y/n and gave me a dirty look as I pressed a kiss onto the top of y/n's head.

"Good for you," I said as I looked at them "Maybe they forgot to pack manners."

Y/N giggles lightly as we made it to my rental. I pop the trunk and we throw our luggage into the back as I took y/n's hand in mine. I escorted her to the passenger door. I opened it and helped her into the SUV before closing the door and then rounded the front getting into the driver's side.

"Mind if I play some music?" she asked as I started the SUV.

"No. Not at all," I said.

" Well are you sure? It's not exactly metal," she admits sheepishly "It's a collection of love songs."

"Play away mariposa," I said as she hooked up her phone to the Bluetooth and Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra plays over the speakers. I smiled "Oh ole blue eyes."

She nodded softly "Love some of his songs," she said as the song faded out and Perfect Duet by Ed Sheeran and Beyoncé began as I smiled as I put the SUV into gear and pulled from the spot.

"Mm. I think I might not mind this playlist especially since I get to listen to it with you," I said as I took her hand into mine. Lacing our fingers before bringing her hand to my lips and kissing the back of it. She smiles softly at me as I placed our intertwined fingers onto the center console as I drove into the fall night as Lady by Kenny Rogers began. I smiled as I listened to the lyrics. My eyes began to tear up. I let out a slow and steady breath. Y/N's head turned to me as I un laced our fingers to wipe away tears.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

I nod as I wipe away tears "Yeah. I just this song. I mean I have heard it before but wow. Now. Now these lyrics hit differently."

"How so?" she asked a bit of apprehension laced in her voice.

"I-" I swallowed back a sob "You."

She looks at me as tears fill her beautiful green eyes "Really?!" she asked swallowing hard.

I nod as I pulled over and stopped the car. I turned to her "I know it probably so-" she put a finger to my lips.

"No. It doesn't sound dumb. It's. God Lionel Richie fuck he wrote some powerful lyrics when he wrote this song and yeah. I feel the same exact way about you."

"You. You. You do?" I asked.

Her tears fell as she shrugged "Yeah. Luis. These past seven months of getting to know each other better has been the most magical seven months of my entire life. Those long nights of talking until the sun came up on us. Or how I always looked forward to coming to work because we could talk and see each other. Or how we would steal a few minutes away from everyone," she laughed lightly as her tears fell "I-I-I love you. I mean you know that but I-"

"I don't want to spend another day with out you. Marry me!" I said.

Y/N blinks at me "I-are you?" she searched my face and her face lit up "Yes."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise "Yes?! You said yes?"

Y/N laughs lightly "Yes. I said yes," she said.

I grabbed her face and pressed my lips to hers "Let's go to Vegas!" I said breaking the kiss.

"Now?" she asked her face a mixture of shock and contemplating.

"Well I mean of course we have to go to the hotel and get our clothes and like check out but yes now!"

Y/N laughed lightly "Okay let's go to Vegas!"

I laughed as I put the SUV into gear and head for the hotel instead of dinner. We were heading to Las Vegas to get married.

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