#pleeeease it is all i have thought about for a WEEK

[cj-kenobi]

... I think it's unfair, your situation ...

[nanaslutt]

What do u think of Gojo begging you to give him a handjob and promising he wont cum during NNN but surprise surprise he fails so u ruin his orgasm 🤯

I think YES???? this was insanely fun to write, tysm for the ask nonnie<33

tell me why i forgot nnn was a thing LOLLL

contains: fem reader, crack, handjobs, whiney!satoru, established relationship, cumming handsfree, ruined orgasm, failed edging, begging, gojo calls you 'ma'am ' once as a joke, 'baby' and 'princess' used for reader

2k words :p

MDNI

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"Baby pleeeeease." gojo whines, laying his head on your knees from where he sits between your legs on the carpeted floor, 

"Satoru, you were just begging me last month to not let you cum during November no matter what." you sighed, he does this every year, making you swear up and down that you'll hold him accountable and not let him lose NNN, hearing from geto that if you last the whole month, the orgasm on December first was mind-numbing

of course, he wouldn't know, becasue every year he came crawling to you about how stupid this challenge was, barely a week into the challenge, and he was dragging you to the nearest surface and fucking you against it, filling your guts with his cum,

but not this time, miraculously he had held out this long, only eight days before the challenge was over. he of course had you to thank for thank, deep down you knew he really did want to complete this challenge, and thats why he was so insistant every time the dreaded month came around. 

but Satoru was a slut for pleasure, especially for the kind of pleasure he got from you. Whether it was your hands, mouth, cunt, he could get off using any part of your body and he would be the happiest man on earth

"I won't cum, swear, just miss your hands on me baby pleeeease," he practically cried, hugging onto your knees, turning his face into your skin whining and groaning like a spoiled child,

"Toru, you and I both know you do not have enough self-restraint to just edge yourself," knowing him better than himself

together, you guys have tried edging, Satoru never being able to make it past the first time you stopped right before he came, once again saying how stupid this was, quickly fucking his cock back into you and bringing himself to the brink of orgasm using your body, cumming with no restraint, even though he was once again the one who brought the idea to you,

"I'm starting to think you might have commitment issues," you mumble under your breath, his fake cries and obnoxious pouting pulling you out of your thoughts, phone dropping by your side, looking down at him with a huff, 

"Please, all you gotta do is rub my cock a little, just for a second please," he drags out the please once more, lip sticking out in a pout as he looks up through his snowy lashes at you, "jus wanna feel you please, it's been so long, need it, baby, please."

shutting your eyes and sighing once again, unable to deny him any longer with him being so persistent, especially when he asks you so nicely, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of his, 

"oh my goddd Satoru, okay, fine." you shake your head, slapping your hand over your face, and he perks up, immediately abandoning his spoiled rich kid act, leaving fat kisses all over your knees, "yes yes yes thank you, baby, promise I won't let you down," 

he stands up and you peek through the cracks in your fingers, hand still on your face and your jaw practically drops at the sight, he is already sporting a huge tent in the crotch of his grey sweats, smile stretching from ear to ear while he looks down at you,

"you're already hard?" you exclaim, disbelief plastered on your face, "feelin' on ur legs made me hard," he says nonchalantly, the expression on your face not changing, "now up you go!" leaning down he scoops you up from under your arms and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, "woah! toru!" you exclaim, caught off guard as he takes long strides to your bedroom

strong hold on the underside of your knees as he hums, making his way through the hallway, finally reaching his destination and plopping you down in front of him on the hard floor, "how do ya want me your majesty?" he smirks, hands in his pockets waiting for your direction, "jus' go lay down on the bed you freak," pushing his solid chest back towards the king mattress, 

putting on a show as he faux stumbles backward, flopping back on the bed, fluffy white hair on the pillows, putting one hand behind his head, the other coming down to rub himself over his sweats, "don't leave me waiting princess" biting his lip, lips corners of his lips curling up into a flirty smile, 

"stop fucking touching yourself," you sigh, "gonna cum before I even get my hands on you." You're feeling undeniably aroused yourself, you and Gojo have a very active sex life, never going weeks without touching each other unless he is away on a mission. since he made quite the effort with the challenge this time around (largely thanks to you) you've been feeling pretty antsy, participation in the challenge yourself as a way of supporting him, 

though there's no real pressure on you, if you wanted you could rub one out at any time. the only downside is that getting off on your own never felt as good as it did with Satoru,

he whistles, giving himself one last grope before his heavy hand joins the other behind his head, "yes ma'am" he says slightly teasing tone lacing his voice,

you crawled on top of him, resting your ass right above his knees, "remember Satoru, you're not going to cu-" he cuts you off, waving his hand in front of you, rolling his eyes, "yeah yeah, not gunna cum, I got it," he says snarkily, a little too snarky for someone who was quite literally on his knees begging you to touch his stupid cock, but you digress,

narrowing your eyes at him before sliding your slender fingers over his upper thighs, over his hips, teasing his lower stomach, barely grazing his twitching clothed cock on the way back down, repeating the process a couple of times, sometimes opting to skip over running your fingers over his cock altogether

his jaw is slightly slack, watching your hands intently, "cmon, don't be a tease baby," he sighs, pushing his hips off the bed towards you, "You're in no place to make demands right now," staring into his intimidating eyes challengingly, 

he bites his lip, shutting his mouth, awaiting your move, pushing his shirt up, resting right under his pecs as you tease your fingers on the short white hairs of his happy trail, right above the hem of his pants,

smile now off his face, looking concentrated as he bites his lip harshly, eyes darting back between your fingers and pretty face, looking so concentrated on what you were doing,

your cunt was aching to feel him inside you, trying to push your own needs out of your brain, feeling nearly impossible as you exposed more and more of his happy trail the more you teased down his pelvis,

finally grabbing the fabric of his pants and sliding them down his incredibly toned thighs, he lifted his hips, aiding you in undressing him, his breathing started to pick up when you looked closely at his cock straining under his boxers

staring at a dark spot where his pre was leaking from his tip under his briefs, trying not to roll your eyes back when he made his cock jump. taking your index finger and rubbing it on the wet patch on the head of his dick, drawing little circles around it, his breath hitching, breathing picking up slightly watching you pull your finger back slowly, a string of cum connecting the two of you,

giving his boxers the same treatment, slipping your fingers underneath the hem and sliding them down, his hips raising again to make your job easier, and he's grinning so hard when your jaw drops open, watching his flushed cock slap back against his tummy, flexing the appendage again, putting on a show for you,

"your cock is so pretty Toru," you marvel, squeezing your thighs together so you can focus on the task at hand, "ur leaking so much," finger tapping his angry head a couple of times, proving your point as the cum makes little 'plap' 'plap' sounds when your finger comes in contact with him,

"There's so much it looks like you already came," you tease, finally wrapping your hand around his warm tip, hips leaving the bed once more to slide into your hand, "hips on the bed please Satoru," you correct, muscles in his thighs and abs flexing as you feel him connect his ankles together behind you,

starting to give him steady shallow pumps and his jaw is slack, eyes rolling back when you twist your wrist over the head of his neglected dick, "fuuuuck baby, just what I needed," he breathily laughs out a smile, "a little faster please," he requests, both hands leaving their place behind his head to grip the sheets by his sides,

"let me know when you feel close," you instruct, waiting to see him nod in acknowledgment before pumping your hand a little faster, sliding effortlessly up and down his cock with vulgar wet sounds thanks to his leaky cock,

"yesyesyes s-shit, squeeze harder," breaths entering and leaving his lungs rapidly as he tips his head back into the pillows, when you follow his instructions he lets out a long groan, abs clenching more frequently, your body jolting a bit every time he fidgeted his legs around the sheets behind you, 

breathing heavily yourself, free hand coming down to press against the heat between your thighs, a temporary relief as you tried to memorize his every reaction he gives you,

"you close Satoru?" you question, noticing his breath come in shorter pants, warm cock twitching and straining against your hands, his thighs. tensing and unsensing more frequently, all telltale signs of his impending orgasm, "I asked you a question," you emphasized with a strong squeeze at the base of his lengthy cock, "n-no, not close yet, promise," he bites his lip, keeping his eyes screwed shut, sheets between his fingers practically ripping before you continue,

choosing to believe him you keep up the previous pace, squeezing your fingers tight around the tip of his cock on the downstroke and that's when you notice one of his hands abandoning his grip on the poor sheets to cover his mouth, his moans reaching a crescendo, and you know exactly whats happening

He's going to cum, and he lied to you about it

jerking your hand up his cock once more before you let go completely, anticipating his moves when he shoots his head up, hands reaching for his cock and you catch his wrists, pining them above his head, if he had half a mind he would break out of your grip with ease, but he was milliseconds from cumming, not having his usual strength coursing through his body,

"no! Nononono," he's protesting when his back arches, curling in on itself, legs thrashing under your weight as his cock dribbles out long spurts of cum, twitching and throbbing with every string, "Fuuuuck nooo, no, ughhh," he groans at you for ruining his orgasm, whole body twitching, 

dick starting to soften in his own mess against his lower abs,

"you seriously thought you were gonna get away with that? you asked in an incredulous tone, hes pouting, letting out a long groan of your name before tipping his head forward and making eye contact with you,

"That was sooo mean" he pouts, "ive been saving that load..." he whines out, cock still twitching in the aftershocks,

"what was mean, is when I asked if you were gonna cum and you lied straight to my face," you spat, laughing in disbelief, swinging your legs off his torso while his eyes follow your figure, watching you wipe your hands using a tissue from the box you keep on the bedside table, he groans out your name again, "I'm sorryyyy, was feeling sooo good," he tries to justify

giving him a look that screams are you actually serious right now, as you start towards the door, "sounds like you need a pussyban to me," you deadpan, walking through the doorframe out into the hallway,

"WOAH!! woah, woahwoahwoah," practically teleporting his feet on the floor, hastily pulling up his pants as he chases you out of the room, hot on your trail, "baby! baby, haha, let's not do anything drastic now, kay?" he baffles in disbelief, worry laced in his voice. 

[felixknow]

Hannie's Fixation pt. 5: Finale

Hannie's 🍒 fixation | Hannie's 🦪 fixation | Hannie's fixation pt. 3 | Hannie's fixation pt. 4

general: friends to lovers, more desperate hannie, happy ending, f!reader, curvy reader implied

nsfw: boob play/fixation, oral and fingering (f!receiving), condom use, hannie doesn't last long (he's just so obsessed he can't help it)

He opens the door so quickly that you’re sure he was standing just on the other side waiting for you to knock.

“Hi,” he says on a breath, sounding relieved, almost as if he didn’t think you’d actually show up. One of his arms finds your waist as you step inside; with the other he closes and locks the door behind you.

“Hi Hanji.”

He hugs you tightly, laying his head on your shoulder. You hesitantly hug him back, unsure if this sweet moment will stay sweet or if he’ll start trying to fuck you the second your arms wrap around him.

He doesn’t, though. He just holds you for a long moment in silence, his arms locked around your body. This is more like the Hanji you’re used to. Your best friend, your Hanji, who had never shown any interest in your body until last week and lately has seemed to only like you for it. Now he’s his soft self again, wanting a cuddle and a quiet evening. For now, at least.

“I love you,” he mumbles pitifully, and you sigh softly.

“I’m not mad at you, Hanji, it just feels weird.”

“I know. I’m sorry. We should have talked about it first.” He lets go of you and stands back, his hands falling down to find yours as you release your hug on him in turn. “Do you want to talk about it now? Or after?”

“You’re such a horndog,” you scoff, rolling your eyes unseriously. “Here I thought you were about to have a serious moment with me and you’re still just set on getting in my pants.”

“You said I could! You said you’d come over and we’d fuck and then we’d talk!”

“Yeah, and you’re the one who just acknowledged that we very well should have had a conversation before we started doing anything sexual with each other.” While you talk, Han starts pulling you toward his room, and you willingly go with him, though you do make him put effort into dragging you along.

“Well a promise is a promise, y/nnie,” he insists. “And you promised I could hit at least once.”

“You say promise very liberally, Han Jisung. I don’t think I promised my pussy to you.”

 His head whips around to look at you, his eyes wide and excited, his lips parted and open so you can see a peek of his teeth. You don’t even have to look down all the way to see the tent in his pants.

“That’s so fucking hot. You did, though. You promised I get your pussy. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he says excitedly, drawing you in again by your hips. He tries to lean in to kiss you, but the feeling of his boner against your crotch makes you laugh nervously and lean away from his face.

“You’re ridiculous. Not a serious bone in your body, I swear.”

“Oh, I’m serious. I’m reeeeeally serious, and this serious bone is going to get into your body.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you insist again, still trying to push against his chest to make him let go of you.

“Please, y/nnie, pleeeease.” Han makes kissy noises, still leaning in, still holding the small of your back to keep you close.

“You don’t have to beg me, you know,” you mumble, finally giving in to him and letting him kiss all across your cheek and your soft jawline.

“But I don’t know what else to say,” he says back in an equally low voice. “And I want you to know how bad I want it. I’m not just asking you ‘cause I’m horny, I’m asking you ‘cause it’s you.”

You take a second to silently process his words, and his shiny brown eyes watch you carefully. You don’t say anything, though, electing instead to lean in and kiss him properly on the lips for what you think may be the actual first time your lips have touched his.

Han’s quick to pull you backwards the rest of the way into his room. You stumble together to his bed, and he falls ungracefully backwards when the back of his knees hit the bed, and he pulls you down on top of him, letting out a very dramatic whine of protest when you try to avoid straddling him.

“Sit,” he mutters against your lips, still trying to kiss you while he talks even though it’s a little awkward and creates a weird ratio of lips to teeth to tongue.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” you pant into his mouth. One arm wraps around his shoulders and the other hand tangles in his hair. “Wouldn’t you rather me lying down?”

“You’re so right,” he groans, shifting you both to the side until you’re tumbling off his lap and into his soft bed. The scent of his shampoo and cologne instantly surrounds you and eases the last bit of nerves you had about this. This is your Hanji. 

Han’s shaky hands make quick work of your clothes and his in a back to back pattern. His shirt, then yours, then his pants, then your bra. He can’t help himself from playing once he sees your boobs right in front of him again. 

He moans as soon as his mouth closes around your nipple. Your skin is so warm and soft, and the scent of your skin fills his nose to the brim, and his eyes flutter closed and he’s never been so happy to have someone in his bed. He sucks and pinches opposite nipples, playing and indulging more for his own pleasure than for yours just like the first time he’d gotten to touch you.

When you moan and whisper his name, you break his trance and he sits back up, lips shiny with spit where his mouth hangs open like it’s still searching for your breast.

“Does that feel good for you?” he asks, almost in a daze. “I should have asked.”

“It does,” you nod, reaching up to fluff up his already messy hair. “I think ‘cause you like it so much so you’re really good at it. It feels good.”

A smile breaks his open-mouthed expression, and he gives you another quick yet searing kiss before kicking off his underwear and dragging your leggings and panties from your body in one quick motion. Once he’s gotten them off your ankle, then the other, he grips your leg firmly to hold it in place while he kisses it from the inside of your ankle all the way up to the top of your thigh. You assume that he’s going for your cunt, maybe looking for the taste of you before he fucks you, but instead he continues up, peppering kisses and spit up your soft stomach, your chestbone, and up your neck.

“Can we do it?” he whispers in your ear. “You’re sure I can?”

“Yes, Hanji,” you chuckle. “Fuck me. Let me feel you inside me.”

He moans in your ear in response, humping against your thigh like a horny dog for a second before peeling himself off of you to scurry away into his ensuite bathroom. You watch through the doorway as he opens the top drawer, pulls a whole box of condoms out, and comes running back to the bed, unattended cock bobbing as he does.

“Did you already have those or did you buy those just for this?” you ask without considering if you really want to know the answer. Once he looks up at you with his cheeks flushing red, you decide, “Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

Han just nods apathetically and opens the box, pulling the roll of foil packets out. He tears one off carefully, tosses the box down onto the nightstand, then hands the single condom to you.

“Will you…?” 

You look up at him with wide eyes, but then nod and sit up, understanding what he wants.

“Yeah, of course. Come here.”

Hanji crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread legs, and as your fingers tear the corner of the packet open, he tilts your chin up and kisses you again. When you try to pull away, his shaky, whiny breath asks you to stay.

“I need to see the condom to get it on you,” you mumble against his lips, and he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours. You both look down, then, watching your fingers carefully remove the condom from its packet. You make sure it’s facing the right way before pinching the tip and settling it against the head of Han’s blushing pink prick.

“Ahh,” he moans softly, biting his lip to try to stifle himself as more sounds beg to be released. He’d been so good about not touching himself under the guise that it would make him last longer when he got to finally get inside, but now he realizes the flaw in his plan as you slowly roll the condom down his length. He feels like he’s so pent up he could bust right now.

“Maybe I should finger you first,” he says unsurely, sitting back to look at your whole face and gage your expression.

“Why? I’m wet enough, I can assure you.” Your hand dips between your thighs and expertly dips into your heat, slipping against your labia both on the way in and back out. “See?” You hold up your two sticky, shiny wet fingers to Han, and his cock noticeably twitches.

“Oh my god.” His hand darts out to grab your wrist, and in the blink of an eye your fingers are in his mouth. His tongue swirls around and between your fingers, sucking every bit of taste from them as he can.

“Okay, actually,” he says when he releases your fingers. “I need a taste first.” He gently pushes you back, and you comply, butterflying your legs out to the side as Hanji lays between them.

Just like when he couldn’t resist sucking your tits as soon as he saw them, he goes at your pussy like a man starved, not for your pleasure but for his own.

He laps at your cunt, licking bottom to top multiple times until he can’t tell what’s your wetness and what’s his spit. Then he parts your labia with his fingers and flicks his tongue over your clit incessantly, taking your breath away.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, hands digging into his hair. “Hanji, you’re not going easy on me.”

He hums in half-ass acknowledgement, suckling, trying to give a little extra stimulation to your clit before his fingers prod at your vagina. Once again he makes you moan when two slide in, and once again he doesn't go easy on you as his fingers immediately begin to curl upward, looking for that perfect spot that will make you pull his hair and forget how to talk.

“Han-- Oh fuck-- Hanji, I thought-- I thought you were gonna fuck me. If you don't stop I’m gonna cum.”

Han’s rhythm falters, his tongue slowing and his fingers stilling. His previously closed eyes open and he peers up at you.

“Would you beg for it?” he asks, dipping his head back down to suckle at your clit again. “How many times have you heard me beg for it?” His fingers slowly begin to move again, teasing as they drag against the bumpy flesh inside your vagina. “Would you? If I kept eating you out instead, would you beg for my dick?”

“Mmm,” you whine, squirming, almost too embarrassed to admit that you would. But then his expert tongue comes back into play, circling around and around and you whine loudly and blurt it out.

“Please, Hanji. Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad. I want it inside me, please.”

You swear you hear him gasp as his head flies up, his eyes open wide, his drenched mouth hanging open yet still smiling. His fingers are out of you and quickly planted into the sheets beside your body as he almost literally leaps upward to align himself with you.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, hips already bucking as he tries to line his tip up with your pussy. “That was so fucking hot. God, I need you so fucking bad.” He ends up bumping your clit several times, whether on purpose or not, before he finally catches on the opening of your vagina and jerks forward an inch or two. His whole body jerks and his head hangs low and you sweeeear for a second he just came, but then he sinks fully into you with the longest, most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard in your bedroom life, and you know your dramatic best friend is just taking his time enjoying you.

“Oh my god,” he whines, kneeling between your legs with your hips fully touching. He lays his torso on yours, his head and soft hair landing on your chest. He pants like he’s trying to catch his breath and he keeps blessing your ears with these tiny, whiny moans. “You feel so good,” he mutters.

His hands roam your arms trying to your find your hands, and when he makes purchase and intertwines your fingers, he’s pinning them to the side of your head and raising himself back up above you. The feeling of him shifting inside you makes you clench around him, and you both moan when his cock twitches.

There’s one thing you can’t say about this encounter, and that’s that it lasts very long. He begins apologizing as soon as his hips start their work, his practiced dance rhythm keeping him perfectly in time as he fucks you.

“I’m so sorry y/nnie,” he huffs, “I’m gonna cum so fast.” He brushes his thumbs against the sides of your hands. “I want you so bad. I want you so bad.”

“Hanji,” you moan, squirming your hips up to meet his. “Feels so good. Ahh, fuck. Fuck, you can cum whenever you want. Just don’t leave me hanging.”

“Would never,” he swears, furrowing his brow. “Nng, fuck. I’m gonna make you cum so good. Gonna make you feel so good, y/nnie.”

“Please, Hanji. Make me cum.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice keening upward an octave. “Yeah, y/nnie. ‘M gonna make you cum. ‘M gonna-- ahh!”

He doesn’t have the resolve to stop himself when it feels so good. Instead he buries himself as far as possible when he cums, imagining the way his hot spurts look filling up your pretty pussy, even though he knows the condom catches it all. It doesn’t stop him from picturing you leaking pearly white for him to slurp up and spit back into your mouth.

Another time, maybe. Another time.

“Y/n,” he sighs, letting go of your hands finally as he gives you a few more weak thrusts to milk the last good feelings from his orgasm before it gets too sensitive. “I love you.”

“I know, Hanji,” you say, softly smiling at him. “Love you too.”

The corners of his mouth twitch in a way you can’t read as he pulls out of you with a final sigh. He carefully rolls the condom off and ties it off before running it to the bathroom to drop in the trash.

As soon as he’s back in the room, he’s nestling between your legs again, wasting no time in sliding two fingers into you and circling your clit with his tongue.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” you tell him, guiding him to your orgasm. He does what you tell him, speeding up when you want, going harder, staying “just like that” until you’re cumming around him, leaking a good bit of watery cum that he excitedly notes in the back of his head for future exploration.

He licks you clean, teasing with the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit and sensitive hole a few times before finally relenting to your pleas of “enough, enough.”

When he finally lays down beside you, hugging you tightly despite your whining that it’s too warm, you’re both too sweat-sticky to be cuddling right now-- he tells you he loves you again.

“This is the third time you’ve said that in the last half-hour.”

“Yeah and you only said it back once.”

“I love you, Hanji,” you say in a teasing tone.

“Love me how?”

“Huh?”

“Love me how?” he repeats, flicking a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. “Because I love you like I’m trying to date you.”

“What?!” 

“Ahh, I’m so lame,” he says, visibly cringing at your shocked reaction. “Post nut clarity is stupid. I’m being so blunt! And boring! I just feel so good and I love you so much and you’re so beautiful and I want you so bad.” He hugs you tighter, sighing and pouting at you. “Do you feel the same, y/nnie? Do you love me?”

“I-- Yes, Hanji, I do. I love you. I wouldn’t have ever let you touch me if I didn’t want you as more than a friend.”

“Say you’ll be mine,” he spits out quickly, nearly stumbling over his words in excitement. He hooks a leg over yours and forces both of you to squirm and writhe as he exclaims, “I love youuuu! Say you’ll be mine! Say it!”

You laugh, trying to fight against the wriggling, but his grip is too firm around you.

“Okay, okay! I love you, Hanji! Let’s do it! Let’s be a couple.”

His movements stop immediately and he beams a breathtaking smile at you.

“That’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Oh, stop.” you say bashfully, playfully shoving him back, but this time he actually does let go of you and flop onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, still smiling.

“We should wash up,” you tell him softly, turning to get up.

“We?” he asks excitedly, and you barely bite back a giggle.

“I said what I said, didn’t I?”

[azurelyy]

Let's see if I've been shadowbanned by tumblr for not posting in forever. Also, let's see if this gets flagged for me not knowing the TOS anymore LOL. I know most of my followers are here for Naruto content and I am so sorry that this fucking vampire elf has taken over my brain so much that he's the first thing I've written about in forever!

Title: A Bloody Affair

WARNINGS: NSFW beneath the cut. Period oral. F!reader. Astarion goes feral. Fem!reader. Established relationship and slight Act II spoilers. This is just a drabble(ish... I got carried away lmao), but I haddddd to. I’m aware this has been done to death (no pun intended).

His vermillion eyes were darker than usual as you all sat around the firelight, enjoying a hot meal after an unusually hard day of travel. Specks of orange flickered in his gaze like shooting stars through Avernus’ red-hot sky. His hands were tightened into leadened fists by his sides, his lips formed together in a thin line. He’s hungry, and he’s not even trying to hide it.

Amused, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the faded bite marks from when you last allowed him to feed on you a few weeks ago.

“Everything alright, Astarion?” You hummed. “You look pale. Well, paler than normal.”

Astarion laughed, a dark and twisted thing that left your stomach in knots. Would you ever learn to stop teasing him? It only ends badly for you. Every. Time.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” His eyes slowly trailed down your body, locking onto your midsection before flicking back to your face. “You, however,” his fangs glistened in the pale moonlight as he smiled. “You look a little… hot. Too close to the fire, perhaps? Your cheeks are absolutely flushed, my dear.”

And they were. Knowing what the two of you had agreed to out on the battlefield earlier. Awaiting the moment everyone else fell into a deep slumber while you had to sit there, your thighs clamped together as thoughts of Astarion’s tongue ravishing at your core filled your head… It was torturous. Worse than anything Loviatar could come up with.

Karlach scoffed and playfully covered her ears. “Guys! No flirting around the bonfire, pleeeease. It’s hard enough I’ve gone so long without touching someone. I can’t sit here listening to you two flirt all night on top of it.”

You laughed and whispered a soft 'sorry' while Astarion merely hummed his acknowledgement. The rest of the evening was a blur, your mind occupied elsewhere entirely. Finally, when the sounds of snores filled the air and the last of the firelight flickered away, you got up from your bedroll and slowly made your way to Astarion’s tent.

The flap was left partially open and you found Astarion fumbling with a book. He looked distracted, almost like he wasn't reading it at all. The moment you got to the tent entrance, his eyes were upon you - dark, hungry, lustful. You smiled, heat creeping its way up your neck and cheeks, as Astarion swiftly closed the book and tossed it aside.

“Don’t tell me I have to invite you in, darling,” he drawled. “Come here.”

He reached his hand out and you took it gently as he guided you to sit down in his lap. He sighed and nosed his way up the side of your neck, gently swiping his tongue along your still-healing fang marks. His arm wrapped around your midsection, pushing your back against his chest. He's cold, and a small shiver snaked its way down the entirety of your spine as he chuckled a low, "Sorry, pet."

Sweet kisses made their way from your neck to your jaw, until Astarion gently nipped at your earlobe, his free hand slowly roamed up and down your body, squeezing and grabbing at your stomach playfully.

You moaned gently, running your fingers through his silver locks. Astarion's breath hitched in his throat and he slid his hand down to your thigh. His arousal poked into your ass and you rocked in his lap gently; teasingly. His hand became more desperate as he grabbed at your thigh, thrusting his hips gently. You turned your head and ghost your lips over his, meeting his gaze.

His tongue clicked against his teeth as he stared at you. You twisted his hair round your index finger and smile up at him wantonly. The two of you hadn't been intimate since his confession a few weeks ago. You have let him feed on you since then, but never initiate anything sexual. You wanted him to do it. Wanted for it to be organic. He was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time, and you wanted him to know it; to feel it; to be unable to deny your love for him.

Astarion kissed your forehead tenderly, his sweet mouth cool to the touch against your heated skin. He had been surprisingly gentle with you since his confession. Weary, you knew. He had to fight against his instincts every day, doing what he could to unlearn his past behaviors of doing someone else's bidding. It was going to take time, you knew that. You were okay with it. But when he looked at you like this, when he kissed you softly, it made your heart melt completely. You loved him. You'd never say it first, of course, but the feeling was undeniable to you now. Gods, he was going to fucking ruin you.

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. His tongue parted your lips and hungrily dominated the kiss as Astarion flipped you over, pushing you down onto his bedroll. His hands were everywhere - in your hair, on your stomach, rolling down your sides. Yours did the same, needily pawing at his body as you wrapped a leg around his waist and gently clawed at his shirt trying to get it off.

He broke away, his tongue sliding from your mouth slowly. His breathing was ragged, not as controlled as it had been in the past. You realized he's letting go, not forcing himself with you. He's being... real. It's so sweet you nearly ruined the moment by blurting out a stupid confessional right then, but as if sensing your anxiety, Astarion simply smirked devilishly.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell even better. I'm going to enjoy tasting you tonight." His voice was sultry and hypnotic, practically intoxicating. You squirmed under him nervously as he adjusted to his knees and leaned over to unhook the latch of the tent, leaving you both immersed in nothing but the flickering candle light.

He was back over you in an instant, untucking his shirt from his trousers and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the tent. His body never ceases to amaze you. His skin is made of pure moonlight, pale and annoyingly perfect, with abs that would put even the most acclaimed gods to shame. Astarion winked and pushed his knee to your inner thigh, spreading you open like a tome as his hands glided across your body.

Your heart thundered within your chest as he stripped you of your undershirt, delicately removing the straps like a present. The sting of the cold night air hit your exposed nipples and they puckered from the temperature change. Astarion's practiced hands moved up the length of your arms, guiding them up above your head and he captured your wrists together in his grip, trapping you under him.

He kissed his way down your temple, your cheek, your neck; gently licking his way down your exposed flesh until his tongue rolled around your areola teasingly.

You glanced down and met his burgundy gaze. His pupils were completely blown out with lust and he continued watching you as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe over it gingerly. With a loud gasp you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of his tongue completely overwhelm you. His hand dragged its way from your wrists and his thumb and index finger grip your other nipple as he suckles hard, causing your hips to buck and another garbled moan to fall from your traitorous throat.

A wet 'pop' echoed through the tent as his mouth released you. Astarion growled, actually growled, as he slid his hands up your arms again and gripped your wrists, harder this time.

"Hush now, my sweet," his words were sugary but his tone commanding. "I don't want you waking the whole campground. If you do it again, I'll have to force you to be quiet. Understood?"

You nodded in response.

"Sorry, Starry," you whispered. 

He had started making work of dragging your trousers down the length of your legs but stopped abruptly at your apology.

"Don't be sorry, love," he said. "Just don't do it again."

You were way past the point of being turned on - you were practically going mad with arousal as he removed your pants and slowly kissed his way down the length of your stomach. You kept your hands placed above your head, nervous about what he may do if you dared to touch him. It was exhilarating. Filthy. The blood at your core was dripping to the rag placed between your thighs and your pulse quickened as Astarion's mouth worked its way towards your cunt.

Lust-stricken and dizzy, your vision blurred as he gently pulled down your panties with his index fingers, testing you. He was working slowly, playing with his food. Such a tease.

You squirmed beneath him and clenched the muscles in your thighs, eagerly anticipating his mouth against your sopping pussy. A chill ran down your spine as your panties were fully removed, and you suddenly became all too aware of what was about to happen. You peered at the silver-haired man above you through your eyelashes and were pleased to find him entranced by what you were sure was a bloodied, messy affair and your panic decreased ever so slightly. Of course a vampire spawn wasn’t going to shy away from some blood… no matter the source. 

"You know," you did your best to keep your voice calm and gentle. "That we don't have to do this if it's too much, right?" Even though Astarion was the one to propose this little midnight rendezvous, you couldn't help the small sting of fear from creeping its way to the forefront of your mind. You didn't want him to feel any pressure. And you now knew how hard intimacy was for him. You couldn't believe how blind you had been before; how obvious the façade he put on for you was in hindsight, and you weren't going to allow him to put himself in a position like that again. Not ever.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man below you and you almost passed out from how good his breath felt against the thin veil of fabric covering his mouth from where you needed him most. You tried to shut the thoughts of your arousal out as you waited for his answer, but it never came. Instead, he responded with his tongue gently sliding filthily down the blood-stained cloth that was slowly being removed by his deft hand. Astarion’s voice was nearly indistinguishable to you as he ripped the cloth away, pure gravel.

“If I didn’t want to,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your entrance. “Then you wouldn’t be naked in my tent, love. No more talking now.”

His tongue zig-zagged its way through your pussy before you had a full chance to take in his response, and a loutish moan escaped from deep within your throat as the air was filled with a symphony of lewd slurps. His breath was icy from how aching and seething your cunt was for him, and chill after chill overcame your body with each swipe of his practiced tongue. 

He moved your legs to his shoulders as he continued lapping at you like a dehydrated mutt, completely feral for you. Your thighs clamped against his head and you dug your nails into the pillow, clinging desperately onto something to give your soul purchase to the Earth lest it be transported to the fifth dimension. His arms looped under your thighs and he sunk his nails deep into your flesh, marking you as his while he continued licking you desperately. His mouth was rolling over your folds and sucking at you raunchily - every single move he made was audibly wet and absolutely filthy. It was amazing. You were afraid he might lose control, and you almost yanked at his hair to rip him off you, but his tongue slowed then and rolled up the length of your cunt before circling your clit. 

You whined greedily as you rocked your hips, trying to maneuver his tongue to your engorged nub without permission. Astarion immediately withdrew his tongue then, licking his way down to your inner-thigh and kissing your slick skin before piercing you with his sharp fangs. A frosty sensation shot through your bloodstream and you gasped loudly, tangling your fingers into his hair just as the frigid pulses from where his fangs sunk into you melted to an almost unbearable fever. 

Astarion’s nails were embedded into the soft skin of your hips as he drank from you. Your heart banged against your chest like a prisoner trying to escape from their cell and you were certain it was loud enough that it could be heard by the entire camp. Just as your grip started to loose on his hair, his fangs were replaced by his tongue swiping at the small punctures on your thigh. 

“Such a lovely little treat you are,” Astarion hummed, punctuating it with a final kiss to your thigh. “Thank you.”

Thank you. It was so sincere. So intimate. Two words, yet they held such power over your heart. His mouth was against yours again and your core was burning for him. You were needy. Desperate. Your hips thrust up towards him and he pulled away with a hum. 

“Greedy little thing tonight, I see,” he teased. He smirked down at you and kissed your cheek before moving his mouth once again to hover over your entrance. Two nimble fingers pushed into your core as Astarion’s tongue glided swiftly over your clit. An unfamiliar sound erupted from your chest, a high pitched whine, before his free hand was clamped over your mouth. 

“Shut up.” He commanded, and you were done for. Your hands tugged at his hair hysterically as his tongue circled your clit with a brutal slowness. There was no decency left in you. You were nothing but a husk, awaiting Astarion’s mercy of allowing you the pleasure of coming all over his sweet tongue.

Your teeth sank into the skin of his hand while he fucked you with his mouth. He was loud; slurping and sucking at your pussy like he needed it to survive. The air in the tent was unbearably hot. Your skin was sticky with sweat and your lungs hardly had any oxygen left. Astarion pulled back slightly, his fingers pushing in and out of your entrance with lewd squelching sounds as he demanded, “Look at me.”

Without hesitation, your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he dived his face into your cunt again, his gorgeous eyes locked onto yours. You tried to speak but he only clamped his hand harder over your mouth as he continued lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firmly planted against your clit. The familiar coil in your stomach tightened and then released harshly as you orgasmed, your entire body squirming in delight. Astarion moaned through your orgasm, the timbre of his voice sultry as he drank you in like the most lavish of wines.

“Fuck,” you groaned when Astarion released your mouth. He seductively pulled his fingers out of you and licked off the mess you made on them with a smile before he maneuvered himself to spoon you. 

“Wait,” you said, “I wanted to-”

“Hush, love,” he assured. “I promise I’m content with everything. I want you to be comfortable now. Will you stay with me tonight?”

He nibbled at the top of your ear as his arm wrapped around your middle and brought your body close to his. You hummed and nestled into him, allowing him to be your protective barrier. Being this close to him wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed to be this close to him forever. He was security. He was warmth. He was home.

You nodded as you felt yourself start to succumb to the unbearable drowsiness from the day, but you clung to his hand in yours as his finger painted pretty pictures on the skin of your stomach. 

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered. “And thank you.”

“For what?” You mumbled, doing your best to fight against the fade of sleep.

There was a brief moment of silence as you listened to the sound of your heartbeat steady itself. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Astarion nestled his face closer, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek and right as you started to drift away, he said the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“For being mine.”

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Forbidden - Part 3

In which you finally get what you've been begging for.

Warnings: smut. a lot of smut. nearly 4k words of smut. Minors DNI PLEEEEASE. swearing. unprotected sexy time (wrap it up loves). oral (fem receiving). p in v sex. did i mention smut?

Pairing: Max Verstappen x LeClercSister!Reader Words: 3.8k

Part 1 Part 2 Master List

BELGIUM

“Get in here.” Max growls, yanking you into his drivers room before anyone has a chance to do a double take and realize who you are. The moment the door snicks closed, he shoves you against it, pinning you there with his hips. He doesn’t give you a moment to even take a breath before his lips are on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth in a searing kiss that steals the air from your lungs.

He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you breathless from the heat of his touch. Ever since that night in Austria, every spare moment the two of you get is spent hidden away making out like a couple of teenagers. You haven’t had this much fun in years. 

“Ow, Max.” You whine against his lips when his fingertips dig what you’re sure will be bruises in the morning into the flesh at your hips. Nipping at his bottom lip, you try to warn him away from marking you like that. You can’t imagine what your brother would do if he happened to see finger shaped bruises anywhere on you, especially if they were from Max. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, dropping his head to the crook of your neck where he licks at the heated skin there. “I’ve been forced to watch you galavant around the paddock all fucking day with Kika and Alex in that fucking dress and haven’t been able to do a damn thing about it.”

Your hands wind up his body before locking together behind his neck, pulling him even closer to you. “Oh, so you like the new dress?” 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t worn the daisy yellow gingham dress with him in mind because you totally had. You had picked it up in London earlier in the week while on a shopping trip with a few of the girls and had known instantly that it would torture Max. It was dangerously short with a ruffled hem and a bow that sat right in the valley of your chest, calling attention to the tanned skin there. You had certainly gotten more than a few lingering looks from several of the drivers and engineers that morning but the person you had been trying to tease had fallen straight into the trap. 

“I don’t know if I should tell you to change into sweatpants and a giant sweatshirt or kiss you in front of everyone just to get them all to quit looking at you.” He grumbles as you shiver from the scratch of his scruff brushing against your neck. 

You roll your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t do either. The two of you had come to an agreement somewhere between Austria and Hungary that whatever was happening between here was something that should be kept secret. Not because either of you were ashamed of the other. It was quite the opposite. If Max had his way, he would have you draped in Red Bull navy and red all weekend but there was a little issue you both had to contend with: Charles. 

You knew your brother was becoming suspicious, which worried you. Every time you slipped out of the garage during race weekends, or would go hours without returning his calls or texts while you were in Monaco during the week, he pestered you for an explanation. Most of the time you thought quick enough, using work as an excuse but you knew that wasn’t going to last forever. You knew that eventually, if this thing turned into something…more, that you’d have to spill the beans, which would probably result in World War Three between him and Max. But for now? Now you were just enjoying the thrill of sneaking around with Max Verstappen. 

You two still hadn’t slept together, much to your chagrin. You understood why Max had put the breaks on that aspect of your relationship but you were growing needier by the day. Most of the time you were both on the same page, wanting to make sure that this thing between you was real. In between the make out sessions that you were able to steal away for, you had movie marathons and hours long talks covering just about everything and anything the pair of you could think of. He insisted that he wasn’t with you for a quick fuck and you believed him but a girl had needs and it was getting frustrating. 

“What do I have to do to convince you to fuck me on that massage table right now?” You whisper in his ear as his tongue laps against your collar bone, a shimmer of excitement shooting down your spine at your boldness. Your drag your hands through his hair, tugging at the blond locks hard enough that his mouth is forced away from you, icy blue eyes hitting you with a stare so intense your knees nearly buckle. 

Max shakes his head, a chuckle starting deep in his chest. With him at a bit of a distance now, you finally are able to get a good look at him for the first time since he pulled you into the room like a rag doll. Qualifying was starting in less than 30 minutes so he’s already in his fireproofs, the tight white fabric clinging almost obscenely to his muscled chest. His racing suit is peeled down to his hips, the sleeves of the navy blue suit dangling down close to his feet. You’d never seen him look hotter. 

“If you think I’m going to fuck you for the first time in this tiny room where you can’t be as loud as you want when I make you come, you are insane, schatje.” 

If there was one thing you were discovering about Max, it was that he had the dirtiest mouth on him and that mouth had ruined several pairs of your skimpiest panties already, and you had barely gotten past second base with him. 

You don’t get a chance to respond though, your retort interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. 

“Max! Horner wants to see you before quali, he’s kind of on the war path.” GP calls from the other side and you’ve never been more thankful that Max’s race engineer is polite enough not to enter a room without knocking. 

Max rests his forehead against yours, frustrated at the interruption. “Be there in 5.” He groans, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “Wait here for ten minutes, then you should be good to leave. Turn left out the door and you can sneak out the back.” 

You nod, suddenly not really liking the whole clandestine sneaking around you two have been doing. Sure it was fun but a little part of you wanted to be able to go out into the paddock with him. “Good luck then. But not enough luck to out qualify Charlie.” You say with a wink, pushing aside the annoyance of what you had to hide for now. You didn’t want to think too deep into things, the vulnerability that would be required for going public with Max not something you were sure you could handle. 

With one last kiss on the forehead, Max shuffles around you, tossing a wink at you over his shoulder before closing the door behind him with a sharp click. 

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“I nearly ended up in the god damned wall three times this afternoon, you had me so distracted.” Max murmurs later that night. 

It had taken some maneuvering getting away from Charlie and Carlos that evening with the way they kept insisting that you needed to stay for just one more drink or one more story. It was almost like they suspected that you wanted to be somewhere else instead of out at dinner with them. Which was absolutely true but they couldn’t know that. Finally, you had to fake a migraine to get out of the fifth round of drinks so you were able to escape back to your hotel room. But you hadn’t gone back to your hotel room, of course. You had come straight to Max’s. 

“Maybe I should stay away from you on race weekends then.” You say cheekily, earning a sharp smack on your ass from Max as he hauls you towards his bed. 

“Absolutely not, schatje.” Max’s gaze goes feral at the suggestion. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’d be worse off if you were gone.” 

And it was the truth, which scared the shit out of Max. He was desperately trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you, trying to figure out how keep his feelings for you reigned in while simultaneously needing to spend every spare moment he has with you. He’s never been one for romantic attachments, much preferring one night stands or time alone. But that was before you came waltzing back into his life. He was just trying to figure out how to tell you he was falling head over heels for you without scaring you off or causing your brother to go into a murderous rage. 

He was still working on both. 

You preen under his affection as he tugs you towards the bed. You feel that need deep in your belly once again, hoping that tonight will finally be the night Max doesn’t slam on the breaks mid-makeout session. The sight of him climbing out of his car after putting it on pole was undoubtedly one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. You feared what your body would do if he won tomorrow. 

“Why Max Verstappen, it sounds like you have a crush on me.” Your voice is low and raspy, embarrassingly needy. 

Max grabs you around the waist, pulling you down on top of him causing you to squeal in delight. “I have much more than a crush on you.” His confession has you grinning down at him like a fool. 

With one swift movement, you find yourself underneath Max, his strong arms pinning you down into the mattress. The heat the floods your belly travels down to that spot between your legs, making you squeeze them together. The look Max gives you says that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. He rocks his hips into yours, seeking the friction that he’s been craving since earlier in the day when you had the quick make out session in his drivers room. 

“Kiss me, Maxie.” You beg. The neediness in your voice sends a jolt of electricity shooting down Max’s spine, landing straight in his already hard cock. There was no way he was going to be able to stop himself tonight. Not after all the teasing you two had been doing for the past however many weeks. 

Max obliges, dipping his head so that his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. He’s been dying for this moment all fucking day. A thrill of pride floods his system when you moan into his mouth, tongue slipping past his teeth to lick up against his. “Fuck.” He groans. “I need this dress off of you right now.” He orders, sitting up so you can follow suit. 

Without a second thought, you practically rip the dress off your body, tossing it across the room while Max lifts his team polo up over his head. You’ve seen Max without a shirt before but every time feels like the first time. You can’t help but admire the lean muscle that hides under his clothing, thrilled that you’re the one that gets to touch him so intimately. 

You’re left squirming below him now, left only in bits of white lace and satin. If Max had less self control, he would have plunged into you right then and there. But he was a patient man and knew that he wanted to make you come before he got anywhere near you with his dick. 

“Lay back.” He orders, an air of authority causing you to listen obediently. “I want to taste you.” 

You practically groan at the thought of his tongue in between your legs but you don’t have to wait long before that thought becomes reality. With your head resting against one of the fluffiest pillows you’ve ever felt, you watch Max shimmy down your body with heavy lidded eyes. His long fingers slip beneath the waistband of the white lacy panties you picked up on the same shopping trip as the dress, pulling them down achingly slow. “Max.” You breathe, squirming under his touch. 

Before you know it, you’re completely bare underneath him, save for the white bits of lace covering your chest and Max is nestled between your legs, staring up at you like you’re something to be devoured and savored at the same time. One finger dips into your center, an obscene sound causing you to gasp against his touch. “Look at you.” He murmurs, voice full of awe. “You’re so wet, pretty girl.”

You nearly come from Max calling you ‘pretty girl’, Lord help you when he actually fucks you.

“Have you been like this all day? Poor thing, all soaking wet and needy for me. Can I help you take care of it?” His voice drops an octave, a deep raspy baritone that sets your skin aflame. 

All you can do is whimper in response, nodding your head vigorously. 

Max lowers his lips to your skin then, nipping at the delicate skin at your thighs. Your hips lift on their own accord, a faint buzzing in your head taking over all coherent thought. Your entire existence stutters down to the sensation of Max’s scruffy face between your legs. When he finally brings his mouth up to taste that slick wetness that’s been begging for his attention all fucking day, you bow up off the bed, desperate with the need to have something, anything touch you there. 

“Max.” You gasp, hands fisting the creamy white sheets beneath you. Never in your life has anyone made you feel the way he does right now. “Oh my God, Max.” One hand finds it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair so hard Max can’t help the moan that escapes his lips. 

You know you sound so pathetically needy, whining and whimpering as Max licks and sucks and eats at your soaking wet pussy, obscene sounds filling the quiet hotel room. 

“Do you like that, schatje?” He asks, voice muffled a bit because he refuses to move away from where it’s buried between your legs. “Do you like my tongue between your legs? What if I added a finger or two? Do you think you’d like that, sweet girl?” 

It’s all you can do to simply nod, your voice suddenly non-existent. Max is true to his word and as soon as you’re done nodding, he slips not one but two fingers inside you. Your hips snap up off the bed once again at the sudden intrusion, overstimulation now threatening to make you collapse. Legs trembling, you squirm under his touch. 

“That’s it. Look at you, taking my fingers so well. I can’t imagine how well you’re going to take my cock. Such a good girl.” 

The words are just too much but when Max latches his mouth onto your clit finally, you hurtle over the cliff that he’s been pushing you towards for weeks now. Your orgasm is swift and hard, your body going stiff for a split second before you languidly melt into the mattress, riding out the waves of pleasure as Max continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, coaxing more pleasure out of your body than you thought was even possible. 

“Jesus fuck, Max.” You sigh, looking down at a very smug Max who is still settled between your legs. You’re practically boneless, limp against the soft duvet beneath you. 

Max scrambles up your body, lips swollen and glistening with your slick arousal. He kisses you hard, the taste of you on his lips so utterly intoxicating you don’t know what to do. Without thinking, you reach behind your back, unhooking your bra so you can get more of your skin in contact with his. Max groans appreciatively seeing you completely bare underneath him. He palms one perfect breast while lowering his lips to the other, sucking the already hard nipple into his mouth. The hum of pleasure vibrates against your skin, sending waves of pleasure skittering down your spine. Max rocks his nearly painful erection into your center, the friction from the thick material of his joggers rubbing against your sensitive skin so deliciously you nearly come a second time. 

“Max.” You pant, fingers sifting through his thick hair. “Max, please fuck me.” 

Max smiles up at you, your second nipple now caught between his lips. “Someone is needy tonight.” 

“Always needy for you.” You whimper. 

Max’s sweats are off his body so quick you barely register what’s happening but the next thing you know, the head of his hard cock is sliding in and out of the mess between your legs. He pumps himself a few times with his strong hand, looking down at you with the most tender look on his face. “You sure? There’s no going back after this. You’re mine after tonight if we do this.” His tone is serious, like what’s been building between the pair of you is coming down to this very moment. 

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” You tell him, hand coming up to frame his strong jaw. 

When Max sinks into you the first time, the sting of his size has you digging little half moons into his back with your long, Ferrari red nails. The moan that comes from the back of your throat is downright pornographic but Max has never heard anything better. He gives you a moment to adjust to the fullness of him, wanting to make sure you’re okay. You are so achingly full with him, it’s almost too much. He’s everywhere all at once, covering your body with his lean frame, filling all of your senses with nothing but his scent, his body, his touch. 

Max eases into you slowly, inch by aching inch. It’s just as much for his benefit as it’s for yours. If he goes to quickly, he knows he’s going to embarrass himself. He wants this, needs this to last as long as humanly possible. His eyes flutter shut at your blinding tightness, breath stuttering out of him in quick bursts. “Christ, schatje. How are you so fucking tight?” He murmurs in your ear, bracing his arms on either side of your body. 

You’re completely speechless underneath Max, the sensation of being stuffed so full of him tearing any ability to speak away from you the second he’s inside you. 

Max struggles to control himself for a few moments before he slowly begins to move inside you. The strokes start out slow, so achingly slow that you can’t help but whine underneath him. “Faster.” You pant, despite your desire for this to last for the rest of your life. “Faster, Max.” You beg. 

 The pair of you find a rhythm so easily it’s nearly scary. It���s almost like your bodies were molded at the same time with each other in mind, that’s how easily you come together. Max rocks in and out of you, significant length hitting that spot deep inside you every time he pushes deeper inside you. You lock your legs around his back, bringing him even closer to you. All the while, Max’s gaze never leaves yours and you sink so deeply into their depths you momentarily think you might be completely lost to him. You’ll realize hours later, as you fall into a gentle slumber against his naked body, that you are completely lost to him. They say sex complicates things. But with you and Max? With you and Max, sex only makes things clearer. 

The hotel room is quiet save for the moans coming from the both of you. Slick skin slapping against heated flesh is so erotic, you can’t get any words out you’re so distracted by the sound. Max pumps in and out of you, setting a blistering pace that has the both of you hurtling towards release. 

“So. Fucking. Close.” He grits out, lips attaching to your collar bone in desperate need to get closer to you. “Are you going to come again, baby? Going to come on my cock? I love how messy you are beneath me.” Max continues the string of obscene chatter in your ear, allowing you to hurtle towards your own release with him. 

“Oh my God, Max. Don’t stop. Please never stop.” You beg, nails leaving deep scratches in his back. That was going to be hard to explain to his physio tomorrow. 

Max grunts once, twice, three times before he flings himself over that cliff but not before he grabs your hand and yanks you over with him. His release is sudden and strong, painting your insides with his hot pleasure. He groans in your ear, that sound being the last thing you hear before you’re spasming around his cock, velvet walls gripping him so hard he can’t move for a few moments. 

Max melts into you once he starts to come down from the high you brought him, dick remaining inside of you as long as he can manage. His breath is labored, filling his lungs in quick spurts. He can’t remember the last time he had orgasmed that hard, if ever. 

Your legs are still locked around him but eventually, after what feels like hours, Max gently pulls out, his cum mixing with your own slick mess. The evidence of what the pair of you had just done leaks down your legs in one of the most erotic images you’ve ever seen. Rolling onto his side, Max pulls you along with him so your back is flush against his chest, sweaty skin sticking to yours. 

You’re quiet for a while, brain too foggy with pleasure to say much of anything beyond a murmur of satisfaction here and there. Exhaustion plays at the edges of your mind, desperately wanting to slip into that tranquil state now that you are fully satisfied. “Max.” You breath, enjoying the way his arms curl around your body. “That was…” you sigh, struggling to find the words. 

“Did I fuck you speechless, pretty girl?” 

“I think so.” You murmur, snuggling even deeper into his arms. “I think so.” 

“Good.” Is all he says before pulling you impossibly closer. “Now sleep, we’ll clean up in a little bit, okay?” 

Not having the energy to argue or do much of anything other than nod, you simply agree before closing your eyes, basking in that post-orgasm bliss that had settled over both you and Max. 

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[munsonsmixtapes]

lmao i’m a lil embarrassed for asking but i can’t help it now that i saw you said to send in a request. can we have more virgin!eddie x experienced!reader? maybe she’s teaching him how to eat her out properly and she’s surprised by how into he is and how eager he is to please? with some cute puppy eddie fluff pleeeease 😇 lol doesn’t have to be this at all tbh, just anything with that pairing fr 😅

No need to be embarrassed, lovely! I absolutely love this request and pairing! I was actually thinking about writing more about them, if people are interested!

virgin!Eddie x experienced!reader

cw: oral (f receiving)

This is a continuation of this post!

After your first time with Eddie, you had made it a very regular thing. It didn’t matter whose place you ended up at, but you’d always end up in bed together. You’d be tangled up in the sheets either until the early morning or until you couldn’t walk, whichever came first.

And there was never any foreplay or much kissing involved either. You’d just get straight into the act, desperate to have Eddie’s dick inside you every single time. And you were addicted to the feeling, loving how confident he was becoming after you had been sleeping together for a while.

He was now shameless about the noises he made and it almost seemed like he was making them supper loud because he knew just how wet it always made you. He was getting really good, almost better than you which you didn’t think was possible.

There was something about being with him that felt so different from being with anyone else. He actually seemed to want to enjoy his time with you as opposed to the others who were just looking to take whatever it was that they wanted from you. Eddie was actually concerned about making you feel good and wanted to be sure that you were enjoying it just as much as him.

You and Eddie were in your bed for the third time that week and but found yourselves only making out. No clothes had been removed and the two of you seemed pretty content with just kissing while sensual music played in the background.

His lips moved with yours and your mind started to wonder what his mouth would feel like on your cunt. You knew he hadn’t eaten anyone out, but maybe you could have taught him. Maybe if he told him exactly what to do, he’d be able to do it, making you feel so much pleasure.

You pulled away from him and looked at his face. His pupils were blown and his lips were pink and swollen from all the kisses you had shared. He was so adorable that it hurt with his big brown eyes that were always filled with so much love and his hair that was always messy even after he had just brushed it.

“I did something wrong, didn’t I?” He was always asking that and it made you feel bad that that was always a thought in the back of his head. Even if he did do something “wrong” you would tell him nicely and help him correct it.

“No, no,” you shook your head and moved your hand up to wrap one of his curls around your finger, twirling it around the digit. “I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to…eat me out?”

Eddie nodded his head vigorously and his eyes went wide. He was definitely more up for it than you had anticipated and that made you feel better about the whole thing.

“I can definitely do that,” he nodded again. “But…I don’t know how.”

“I could coach you through it,” you told him, a small smile kicked up at the corner of his mouth.

“You’d do that?” Of course you would have.

“Mhm,” you replied. “Do you want to?” He wanted nothing more and was getting so hard thinking about having his head between your thighs.

“So bad, baby,” his hands squeezed your hips. “You have no idea.”

You both sat up and Eddie got off of you, unsure where to place himself and you took him by the hands, wanting to have a discussion before anything started. You wanted to make sure that he knew that he could back out at any point and that he didn’t have to do it just to please you if he wasn’t enjoying it.

He nodded along as you spoke, taking in every single word as if they were very important to him. All of the talks you had had about consent were just as important to him to listen as they were to you to speak them.

“Alright, um, you’re going to want to get on your knees at the foot of the bed.” He listened and quickly got off the bed and lowered himself to his knees on the rug underneath him. You followed and placed yourself in front of him and took him by the hands.

You guided them up to the band of your panties and he slowly pulled them down your legs before setting them on the floor. He then slowly rested his hands on your knees and spread your legs, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time to make sure that it was okay. His eyes then drifted to your sopping wet pussy and you could see his cheeks blush.

“You’re soaked,” he let out a chuckle.

“Mhm,” you bit your bottom lip. “And it’s all for you, baby.” His cheeks flushed even more and you thought it was funny that you could make him do that just form a little comment. “Whenever you’re ready, drape a leg over each shoulder.

He did the action so quickly so you could tell that he was eager to get to it. He had definitely wanted it just as much as you did and that made you even more wet.

“Now when you get your face into it, use your tongue and lick back and forth to start.” He buried his face into your pussy and you let out a gasp as his nose brushed the sensitive skin.

He licked back and forth and you clutched the blanket underneath you as pleasure rolled through you. He kept going and you told him to suck on the spot which he did, eliciting a moan from you. He licked and sucked and you gripped the blanket even harder as your back arched in euphoria.

“You taste so good,” he told you before diving back in and you felt his teeth graze the sensitive spot, wondering where the hell he had learned that, but before you could ask, another moan fell from your lips.

“Sh-shit, Eddie.”

“You like that?” He laughed, loving that he was able to make you come undone for a change.

“Fuck, do that again.” He was quick to oblige and shoved his face back into your cunt, grazing it with his teeth once more and you reached your climax, letting out what Eddie thought was the loudest moan he had ever heard and was eager to hear it again.

“Could eat you all night, darling. Swear to god. Taste so fucking good.” He then replaced his teeth with his tongue, shoving as much of the muscle as he could inside of you and your back arched again as your knees pressed against his head.

Your moans has been muffled by your knees, but he could still hear them clearly as he continued to lick, suck, and graze it with his teeth. You had been eaten out more time than you could count, but this one was definitely the best out of them all. First off, he seemed so eager to please you, wanting to make you feel good. And he also loved the way you tasted, making sure to let you know while others didn’t seem to care enough to.

That was the difference. Eddie cared. He cared so much and always felt the need to tell you how much he was enjoying himself while making sure that you felt the same. It was all so important to him and that made you feel special even though you knew he would have done the same for anyone else.

Eddie removed his face from your cunt and you sat up, your breathing still labored as you looked down at him. You noticed slick dripping from his chin and just as you were about to let him know, he made direct eye contact with you and ran his tongue along his chin, getting every last drop before pulling his tongue back into his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you told him and pushed him to the ground before pressing your lips to his in a bruising kiss before licking into his mouth. “And by the way, you can eat me out anytime you want.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he grinned and you pulled him into another kiss, neither of you bothering to get back into the bed as you removed your clothes for the first fuck of the night, knowing that Eddie could please you just as much as you pleased him.

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 236: Go South—JJK is generational

Gosh. Can we pleeeease just like... have a moment of silence for the one and only...THE Man, Gojo Satoru.

Ok, time's up.

Moving on.

Word vomit under the cut.

The process of reading this chapter was a very interesting one this week because the fandom got really noisy as soon as the leaks dropped.

Between allegations of bad writing and the utter sense of grief Gojo fans were expressing, it was quite the 💩 storm.

And then the actual scanlations started dropping, and little by little they replaced most of the noise with the utter sense of calm and peace and satisfaction that Gojo felt in his last moments in this plane of existence.

I gotta say that I just absolutely loved how Gege depicted those emotions (outside of Gojo's "dream") through shots of the devastated Shinjuku district.

The remnants of the battle of The Strongest, as if the landscape and the buildings themselves represented the end of an era, the devastation of the structure of Jujutsu society itself.

After all, as The Strongest sorcerer in the modern era, Gojo represented the very system he was trying to destroy.

Gege loves his irony.

Now, I would normally say that the words in the speech bubbles are superfluous because Gege creates such a beautiful atmosphere through the setting alone. But it is the words themselves that re-contextualize not just the battle, but also shed more light on Sukuna's interest in Megumi, which I feel we haven't seen the extent of what he had in mind.

Now I'm hoping this isn't a dream

Listen, I must admit I've never cared for Gojo.

I don't hate him, I don't love him, I simply never really cared for him.

That, of course, changed with this chapter.

And it is perhaps Gojo's death that really solidified in my mind the idea that one of the underlying themes in jjk is... dun dun dun... DEATH.

Yeah, I know. Sue me, I'm late to the party lmao.

But it's not just death itself that is a theme, but rather the face we put on when death comes knocking at the door.

There aren't many things that we can be certain of in this life, but death is one of them. So how we confront death and our mortality shapes the sense of self.

I know a lot of people were dissatisfied with the transition from 235 to 236 and Gege not showing how/when Gojo got slashed in half, but I find the abrupt transition makes sense, and I even dare say was... quite poetic.

For one, now knowing that Gojo knew Sukuna was holding back, a lot of incidents throughout the battle are given new meaning. Like that look of confidence on Gojo's face as he "thinks" he's finally managed to "get through" to Sukuna.

So I have to say that I loved that Gege starts the chapter with Gojo becoming aware that he has died or is dying.

In other words, Sukuna's attack was so sudden that Gojo's next moment of awareness as "Gojo Satoru" is in what we would normally think of as "the light at the end of the tunnel" where he is greeted by people who were of significance to him in his youth.

And can we please just talk about how Geto is the first person he sees when he becomes aware that he is dying?

Please. This is fucking poetry!

Insert keyboard smash.

Screaming in jjk.

Go South

I literally lack the words to explain why I love this whole chapter so much. Which is a lot to say because I am about to word vomit about it. But like...

Again, hindsight is 20/20.

I always thought of the panel above as Geto being jealous of Gojo surpassing him in strength but, in retrospect, I think Geto's disappointment had more to do with Gojo's sense of self over-identifying with the title "the strongest" and how that made him harder to relate to, which is one of the main themes in this chapter. I'll come back to this in a sec.

But first...

Quick depth psych segway. I think I've said this before, but it bears repeating again that an overwhelming sense of self is all ego. There's nothing wrong with ego per se.

The problem is that an over-identification with ego means inherent separateness because, as an organ of the psyche, the ego sense of self is what gives us a separate identity from the collective.

On the other hand, soul/heart (another organ in the psyche) is the principle of relatedness--love, the single energy that can bring us all together as a collective.

But as we already know, the stronger the sorcerer, the more overwhelming the sense of self.

Unfortunately, because an overwhelming sense of self = separateness, this also means the person in question can't relate to others.

And is this not thematically perfect for a sorcerer whose perfected cursed technique was meant to render others unable to "reach him"?

In other words, Gojo saw himself as separate (because he was "The Strongest") and that made it harder for him to relate to others, but only because he self-identified as "The Strongest".

Infinity ∞, in this sense, is also about the self-fulfilling prophecy Gojo was stuck playing out in his life in regards to seeing himself as "The Strongest".

But like a serpent eating its own tail, Gojo came back full circle, and in the moments before his death, learned that what really mattered to him was not strength for the sake of strength, but rather the connections he had fostered with others.

PLEASE. GEGE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!!!!!!!!!!!

To bring it back to "Satoru became 'The Strongest'"...

I just loved so much that seeing Geto as soon as he becomes aware he's died felt like an encounter that meant Gojo had returned to the person he was before he self-identified as "The Strongest".

But more importantly, Gojo's imagination of himself as back when he was young also speaks both to how much he cherished that period of his life, and to how he was emotionally frozen in time due to his encounter with Toji.

It makes me wonder whether Gojo was afraid of dying alone when Toji almost killed him. So it's almost like what he took away from that battle was that he was always alone, and so he sought to push others away.

The kicker is that he simultaneously feared his existential isolation and yet craved the very source of his fear--human relations.

But in choosing self-preservation, he was a selfish to the very end.

What an idiot (tragically affectionate).

Anyways. How much of this is hc? Someone tell me please 😂. I feel like I went off the deep end in the last few paragraphs.

Like everyone else in this fandom I've lost all objectivity when it comes to Gojo because his departure from the story was truly one of the most heartbreaking moments in jjk.

I understand people's complaints about the "execution," but I think the world-wide phenomena that Gojo's death has spurred speaks to Gege's ability to elicit deeply archetypal emotional responses as a story teller.

With Gojo's death, a part of our own psyche too has died. And what's most significant about this death is that it was, true to Gojo's character, "something that needed to die because it represented the very thing it sought to destroy."

And this would be why I love Gege's writing.

A fitting way for Gojo to go out

I know not everyone agrees, but I really appreciated that he was satisfied and at peace in the very end.

He got his cake (battle to death with Sukuna) and got to eat it too (reconnected with his loved ones).

Sukuna

But we can't talk about Gojo without talking about Sukuna as the one who liberated Gojo from the burden of his existential isolation.

Sukuna gave Gojo a fun battle, but if it weren't because Sukuna figured out how to cut through Gojo's metaphorical defenses by learning to cut through space-time itself--the very fabric of reality, Gojo might not have found his humanity once again.

The outcome of this battle spells out in no uncertain terms how dire the situation is as Sukuna has proven himself to be the uncontested "Strongest".

But in a sense, the end is a new beginning, and this time, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

JJK is generational

I get the feeling that everyone will remember where they were when this panel dropped.

I was in bed. It was 6 am and Tasokare, my miniature panther, was demanding attention.

A moot was on the way to the gym. They never made it out of the house after seeing the panel.

Another moot was completely avoiding Twitter to avoid leaks, but her brother, who does not even read jjk, saw the panel on Facebook and showed it to her.

Yet another moot was on vacation at the beach.

JJK is generational like that and there's just so much more I can say about this chapter and its implications (like the idea that Sukuna can now cut through space-time, why?! what does he want to get out of this ability?), but I just don't even know what more I can say right now.

Anyways, thanks for reading. I'm looking forward to any thoughts you might have. Just a heads up, I'm very, very slow at replying.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).

That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.

I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.

It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺

Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.

Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉

Helping Hands

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.

A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came. 

The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach. 

Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you. 

You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started. 

He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.

 Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting. 

Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured. 

Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly. 

“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face. 

His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them. 

You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup. 

“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you. 

“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation. 

“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast. 

He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything. 

“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”

Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”

***

The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze. 

He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice. 

The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you. 

The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel. 

 It’s why you loved him. 

Oh god, you were so fucked. 

“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?” 

“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”

You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him. 

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?” 

You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself. 

With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass. 

You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you. 

“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury. 

He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”

You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips. 

You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out. 

With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”

“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.” 

He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you. 

Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him. 

“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target. 

“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly. 

His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”

The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both. 

The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you. 

His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you. 

Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire. 

“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard. 

“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire. 

You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second. 

A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.  

“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face. 

Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.

“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination. 

The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently. 

“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire. 

“Lead the way, Miller.” 

***

His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face. 

You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed. 

He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered. 

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing. 

He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air. 

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair. 

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long. 

Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?” 

“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents. 

Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them. 

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs. 

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat. 

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in. 

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips. 

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly. 

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him. 

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach. 

You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest. 

“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch? 

Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand. 

“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours. 

“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. 

“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”

You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.” 

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep. 

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[mossyivy]

I think I genuinely found the perfect song for Leon and his wife as like "their song".

(Yes ik it's the song from Twilight but it's fitting!!!)

Now, when I think about them getting married I don't think they did a big wedding. They got married on a whim because Leon had vacation time coming up. They got married by a justice of the peace at a courthouse in front of everyone they cared about and rented a party room at a nice restaurant they really love just to have a good meal and be with everyone who matters.

They didn't have a cake, no flower toss, no first dance. But you did get to dress up, everyone did. Just shared their happiness with everyone. You had a honeymoon for sure though. 2 blissful weeks in Italy together, the vacation they'd planned on taking together. Just to have a romantic get away.

You promised each other that you'd do something special for your first anniversary but you got pregnant and Violet was barely 3 months old on your wedding anniversary that the thought slipped both your minds.

But one afternoon Leon's heading home from a particularly grueling case. Everything that could have gone wrong almost did. And of course he's sitting in traffic when all he wants is to go home an see his wife and daughter. The only thing sounds are the engine and occasional honks from idiot drivers. So he turns on the radio to fill the silence. He catches the ending of some other song. The radio dj coming on and talking for a bit, he reaches for the dial when piano keys fill the car. He just goes back to waiting, sitting back in his seat as he does so.

And my God does he get emotional... He doesn't know if it's the stress he's under or if it's that he can't stop thinking about how relevant everything feels.

He knows his life is hard, It's been hard since that night in Raccoon City and everything that's happened to him. All the people he's seen suffer and the awful things he's seen. But once he met you he finally had something good. Something that gave him hope.

His life changed so much in the past 5 years of being together. You loved him. You married him. You gave him the family he's always wanted and his life is barely over a quarter of the way through. He gets to come home to you and the beautiful baby girl he loves so much.

How could he not finally be thankful for being alive?

Because he gets to live not to just be a weapon anymore. He's got something to look forward to.

Your anniversary rolls around. It's almost midnight and you're prepping your lunch for the next day at work. As Leon walks into the kitchen. Doing his usual schtick of wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. Giving you the usual kisses with a tight squeeze so you can't escape his love as you squeal for mercy. He eventually stops his torturing affection and looks at the stove clock as you zip you're lunchbox closed.

Soon you're lifted from the floor being carried by the waist out of the kitchen.

"Leon! I'm not done yet!"

"It's our anniversary now so I get to do what I please."

"That's not how this works!"

He sets you on the floor, standing as you playfully glare at him. He hustles over to the stereo, plugging his phone in and turning it up, not loud enough to wake the baby.

"What're you doing?" You question, hearing the piano fill the living room as he hustles around the couch.

"What we should of done last year. Our first dance. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Leon, we've danced since we got married."

"Yes, but we never picked a song! So just, dance with me and listen. Please? Pleeeease?" He bounces on place till you sigh and wrap your arms around him.

You just stare into each other's eyes while you slow dance. Swaying gently to the music as you listen. Both of you getting emotional by the end of the song. Tears streaming down both your faces. Still smiling as you hug him tight.

"Being with you was one of the best choices I've ever made. I love you so much."

[pinkydevil16]

JJ Maybank x reader

The Pogues all sat around the table at a nearby restaurant, almost closing time as Y/n bust tables and smiled at all the Kooks accepting tips before bidding them goodnight and sighing as she finally closed the doors. Turning back to her friends where they all sat drinking their own beers and eating left over fries Y/n had snuck them, all except JJ who was staring at Y/n as she counted her tips and moved to start shutting down the night. His eyes staying on her as she said goodbye to the cooks and cleaned, wiping down all the counters and brushing the floors. After 30 minutes Y/n finally dropped into the seat next to JJ, stealing a fry from his plate with a sigh.

"I don't want to have to open again tomorrow." Y/n complained, looking around before standing and collecting the plates from her friends, the owners had given her a key since she worked so much, letting her open and close almost everyday. 

"Then don't, come with us to the beach instead." JJ said, his voice not showing his usual playfulness as Y/n gave him a sad smile, Ki standing up and bringing her into a side hug.

"Yeah come on, you've been doing long days here for the last week, have a break." Y/n shaking her head as she leant on Ki.

"I need the money, you guys have fun, tomorrow's saturday so all the Kooks come in and they tip well. Best day of the week. I'll have a break next week." JJ finishing his beer as he looked towards Pope and John B, both of them giving him a pleading look to not start the same conversation. Instead JJ chose not to show Y/n how much it annoyed him and decided to play into her soft side.

"You never have time for us, come on pleeeease?" JJ getting closer until he fell on his knees pleading up to Y/n as she bit her lip trying not to crack, JJ seeing it in her eyes as he took her hands pulling her so she was bending to his level.

"Pleeeease? For me?" Y/n looked towards everyone else as they pouted, trying to look like angels, Sarah's eyes wide and innocent before she looked back at JJ and sighed closing her eyes.

"I need to open, but i will finish at 5 and won't do the open on sunday so i can come drinking okay?" JJ cheering at he stood up picking her up and spinning her, everyone laughing as they started standing. JJ finally putting Y/n down as he pushed her hair behind her ear with a soft smile, stepping back as she looked up at him. The two parting before Y/n starting pushing them all out the door so she could lock up, JJ laughing as she shoved him, turning around and waiting for her as she locked the door, grabbing her by the waist and carrying her away as she laughed.

"JJ!" Y/n laughed, letting him carry her a bit further before smacking his arm, JJ placing her down with a grin, Ki moving to wrap her arm around Y/n as they all walked towards her house to drop her home. Y/n showing Ki all her tips and the two laughing about which Kooks tipped better. 

JJ opened the doors to the restaurant, 4:50 almost time for Y/n to finish so he thought he'd pick her up so she didn't get held behind. The restaurant packed as he moved to lean against the host stand, the brunette hostess smiling at JJ and twirling her hair as he flirted with her, eyes flitting to the clock as he saw Y/n come out the kitchen holding food.

"Can you get Y/n over here for me cupcake?" JJ giving her a smirk as she blushed and moved to where Y/n served a big table of the popular Kooks, Rafe, Topper and Kelce at one end along with some Kook girls who hung onto them. Y/n's eyes catching JJ's as she gave him a little wave, ready to leave when Rafe lightly tapped her arm, putting down a $100 bill and whispering to her. Y/n looking back towards JJ and Rafe as he showed her a wallet full of cash making her sigh, nodding as she walked back over to JJ, anxiously rubbing her hands on her apron as he grinned pulling her by her hips towards him.

"Lets go! It's 5 past 5 you are no longer working and i have some beers ready for you." Y/n's heart hurt as she looked at JJ, but the tips had been terrible today with the new waitress wearing a tiny skirt she hadn't gotten as much as normal. 

"I can't JJ, i'm so sorry but i need to stay until this table is done or i'll lose the tip and they always tip really well. I promise like an hour maybe two and i'll meet you?" JJ frowned as he looked past Y/n to Rafe as he smirked at JJ, nudging Topper and Kelce as they all make gestures about Y/n's body knowing JJ could see. His frown turning into anger as he looked back down at Y/n and her begging expression, she did this often, staying later and later until she didn't show up and was too exhausted to come out after. He wanted her to have a night with him, aswell as the group but mostly he wanted to spend the night drinking with his best friend and fall asleep with her arms around him like they used to. 

"Come on Y/n, they're dicks just lose the tip, i'll buy you any drinks you want. I want to hang out with my best friend." Y/n shaking her head with a sad smile, JJ's hands on her hips tightening as he pulled her closer, her hands coming to sit on his chest.

"I promise, 2 hours tops and i'll be there, you can save me some drinks okay?" His eyes dropping back to where Rafe and Topper were still making gestures, his hands tightening on her hips before nodding and placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Okay, if you're not at the beach in 2 hours i'm coming back and kidnapping you." Y/n laughing until she heard Rafe call her, snapping his fingers as she quickly pulled out of JJ's arms and rushed back to the table. JJ glaring at them as he walked out, pushing his hair back and taking a hit of his vape to cool himself off, not wanting to be upset with Y/n for prioritising work but he wanted her to have fun this summer with him. 

The time ticked by, the popular Kooks all drinking more and more, buying more food each time Y/n asked if they'd like the cheque, Rafe and Topper making comments whenever she walked near them. Looking at the clock Y/n really hoped they'd stop ordering as her 2 hour's was almost up and she knew JJ would stick to his promise and kidnap her. Rafe called Y/n over as everyone got up ready to leave, Y/n walking over with a polite smile as he looked over the bill, nodding before following her to the register. Y/n typing in their table number before looking at him with a smile.

"$276.87 total, would you like to pay cash or card?" Rafe smirking as he leant on the counter, pulling out a handful of cash and counting it slowly, putting down $300 as Y/n picked up and worked out his change, handing him the money whilst he leaned closer. Taking the money from her slowly before looking around at the restaurant, most of the customers busy eating or talking to their servers before looking back at the clock, 7:02. Handing over a $100 bill but snatching it back as Y/n went to take it, her eyes snapping to his as he grinned at her, pulling out another $200's as he looked her over.

"Do you want to earn some more?" Y/n's eyebrows furrowing as she tried not to swear at him, putting on another friendly smile.

"I'm good with just the tip i've already earned thank you though Rafe, did you enjoy your meal?" Rafe's grin growing as he saw JJ walking towards the restaurant, walking around the register to where Y/n stood, her eyes widening as he leaned near her, not behind the counter but close enough that she was stuck against the counter. 

"It was good, but i'm craving something sweet and juicy, like a pretty waitress in the back of my car." Y/n stared up at Rafe, her smile twitching, wanting to hit him between the legs and run to the beach instead of being trapped at work with him. 

"I can sell you a chocolate cake or something to take with you if you would like however i'm not for sale. I'm sure you can find someone else to take your tip instead." Rafe's eyes moving to JJ as he pulled open the door, Y/n not taking her eyes off Rafe as he handed her the $100 with a polite smile, leaning closer.

"That's not the only tip you could take right sweetheart? Anyone can be bought with enough money. Give me a price." Y/n going to speak when JJ's hand slammed down on the counter, making her jump as Rafe moved back slightly, pushing his hair from his face with a grin. 

"It's been two hours Y/n, kidnapping time." JJ didn't look at Rafe, he'd lose it so quick and Y/n would lose her job so instead he clenched his fists as Y/n thanked Rafe and moved past him, throwing her apron under the counter as she said goodbye to everyone and grabbed JJ's arm. JJ letting her pull him out as she looked over her shoulder to where Rafe placed the $200 back in his pocket winking at her, her nose scrunching up. 

"You okay?" JJ's question made her whip her head back as she gave him a reassuring grin, nodding and looping her arm in his, the two walking towards the beach party. 

"Mhm, just happy you came and kidnapped me. Missed my favourite boy." JJ laughing as he blushed looking down, looking back at her as she grinned cheekily, kissing his cheek and running towards the party, JJ calling out her name as he chased her. The pair arriving to where the pogue's were drinking, Ki grinning as she ran towards Y/n the two colliding in a hug letting JJ catch them as Y/n almost fell over. His hands on her hips as Ki pulled back and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of JJ's hands and towards the drinks. John B and Pope calling over JJ as Sarah joined the girls in doing shots and forcing Y/n to down beers so she could catch up. All of them watching the girls with lopsided grins before JJ spoke.

"Rafe was still there when i got her. She said it was fine but we need to watch out for him." Pope and John B nodding as they drank, handing JJ another beer as they moved over to annoy the girls who had begun dancing. 

JJ was now dancing with Y/n the pair moving back and forth with funny faces as JJ bent down pretending to motorboat Y/n, her work shirt thrown somewhere an hour ago when she for too hot now in her bikini top and black shorts as she laughed and pushed his head. JJ laughing as he wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her into him, her hands winding around his neck as he dropped his head to her neck putting a small kiss on it.

"Missed you, not been sleeping without you." Y/n holding him closer as he spoke, pushing her body upwards as he pulled her off the ground to sway, placing more kisses on her neck.

"I know, it's cold at night without my personal heater." JJ laughing into her neck as he placed her on the ground, moving to hold her neck and staring into her eyes, Y/n grinning at him.

"What time do you have work tomorrow?" Y/n furrowing her eyebrows at JJ, thinking for a moment before answering.

"12, i'm starting on the lunch rush." JJ grinning as he pulled away bending down and throwing her over his shoulder, Y/n shouting out as he began walking to the chateau.

"JJ! You said you wanted to party!" Ki and Pope looking over and waving at Y/n as JJ walked by giving them a happy grin, her hands on his lower back holding herself up.

"Nope! I've decided i don't want to share you tonight." Y/n laughing as she landed a hit to his butt, making JJ swat hers in return as she turned red and said his name. Relaxing against him as he whistled whilst walking, his hand on her thighs and adjusting her every now and then to see her bounce on his shoulder, Y/n hitting his back in retaliation. 

"This is unfair! This is actual kidnapping!" JJ laughing as he walked through the doors of the chateau, careful not to bump her on the doors as he got to his bed and dropped her down. Y/n making a noise as the wind knocked out her, JJ quickly throwing off his shirt and dropping next to her, dragging her into his arms.

"This is way better than a party." Y/n rolling her eyes with a soft smile, curling into his hug.

"You're going to get a reputation soon of no longer banging all the tourans." JJ opening his eyes and leaning over Y/n, keeping his eyes on her face as she gave him a cheeky grin.

"If it means i get you in my arms every night then i will happily give up the tourans." Y/n rolling her eyes and slapping his chest.

"You can't go a day without being a horny teenager so i doubt you'll be giving up sex with random girls for cuddles with me." Y/n now laughing at his comment but JJ was serious as he pushed her hair out her face, bringing her attention back to him.

"I would, i'd give up anything to be able to have you here with me everyday." Y/n's grin dropping as she listened to him, suddenly feeling his weight on top of her and his heat invading her body, his hand touching the side of her face was searing her skin. Swallowing Y/n looked into his eyes, trying to find any signs of a joke or a lie, even just the normal sparkle or widened pupils from drinking and smoking but he looked so normal. So set in his words that she couldn't not believe it.

"Is that what you want?" JJ's words were an octave lower, coming out just above a whisper as he dropped his eyes to her lips, licking his as he waited for her answer, moving to look back into her eyes. Barely breathing in anticipation. 

"Are you serious about this? You want to settle down?" JJ nodding, not trusting his voice as he moved to graze his lips over hers, so soft and ready to be kissed that he was forced to hold himself back.

"I've never been more serious." Y/n barely heard him as his lips fell to hers, the air being taken from her lungs as her head swam, his lips chapped and harsh against hers but it felt so right. Her arms pushing along his to pull him closer, JJ pulling back with a child like grin, Y/n letting out a laugh that JJ instantly copied, the two flopping back to their previous position. Y/n in JJ's arms as he kissed her shoulder, eyes closed and the two slowly relaxing against each other. 

[theragethatisdesire]

official excerpt of rage's top secret wip quick bright things - coming to a tumblr dash near you soon &lt;3

i am super nervous to post this for some reason (?!?!) however. please enjoy this blurb of a story i really like that i've been building for a bit. i'm currently sitting around 5.5K and i'm not even halfway there, but we persevere! lil moodboard i posted as well linked here. :) enjoy i missed u guys, i hope u love this small glimpse<3

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What you can be sure of is that something down the line—between meeting Sasha in that class on Milton and squeezing her hand as the plane landed and the dozens of bottles of champagne you’ve consumed over the last weeks—something led you to this moment, standing in this kitchen somewhere outside Verona with your bare feet against the hot clay tiles, staring at the sharp angle of an unfamiliar, tanned collarbone. 

He’s coated in linen: a half-unbuttoned, burnt-orange drape of a shirt is rolled carefully up around strong forearms, and one large, boyish foot peeks out from his baggy jeans, propped up on its throne upon the opposite knee. A golden cross winks at you from his chest, nestled in the sparsest dusting of chest hair and dripping with the same peach juice that’s sliding down his Adam’s apple, from his strong chin, from the crooked smirk that’s pointed at you like a knife.

You recognize him before he speaks– this must be Eren. Sasha’s mentioned him enough times: the shock of rich, dark hair, the lakewater eyes, the way he leans back in his chair like a king and cocks his head like a trickster. This is Eren, and you tell him so.

“Guilty.” The sun compliments everything about him but his smile, a little too sharp with too much danger behind it. It’s a smile made for moonlight. “And you are?”

A memory surfaces in your mind, a cautionary childhood tale. “You can never let a fairy know your name,” Emma tells you, graver than death, crouched in the bushes beside you, “or they steal you away, and you can never be human again.”

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yes we are going back to italy!!! for good this time!!!!! i'm dying to talk about this so please drop any questions/thoughts you have in my inbox, this one is going to be chock full of references and lore and just lots of cool symbolism and whatnot. i cannot wait to just finish and drop just so we can all talk about it lol.

pleeeease come hang in my inbox with any questions or thoughts you may have :)) i am so excited !!! i love u guys!!!

[fillinforlater]

Monday of Appreciation: Part 75

Hello everyone, Smite here!

It's been a crazy, hectic week for me, but that won't stop me from presenting you the best of the best. Holy cow, there are soooo many writers with so much talent. Some of them have not yet been featured... until today! Happy MoA debut to the new ones! I hope you all continue to do well and write better with every story.

Important update at the end.

Let's get to new and old greats!

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@svndaysaweek: Aftermath ft. Kazuha

The beautiful nature of science!

This fic kinda makes me angry, with how obnoxious it is with making you study while reading smut. No but in all honesty, i loved the creativity and how it just comes out of nowhere and makes perfect sense. That's the kinda stuff that has me excited about new things.

-2-

@usedpidemo: Radiance ft. Chaehyun

Ah, yes! The dress that made our minds go:

gignononbuksdflauvlizbaubalivalibuvliabvlinvjabvliablivb

or something like that lol. Good to see that such an excellent cutie like Pi also got affected by it. This fic is a breeze to read and yup, basically everything you expect happens here. Tit sucking ftw!

-3-

@tothosewhoyearnforit: surf's up pt. 1 ft. Kazuha, Minju

(ayo, your masterlist doesn't seem to work, or atleast the link in your bio)

The star wars joke in the beginning? Yes, that definitely made me stay (as well as the fact that this is Minju and Kazuha???!??). Fantastic pairing, very blunt smut that is all the better cuz they are not doing it in the fucking sand.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate sand? Now you know it lol

-4-

@aaaaafro: Soft Japanese Pillows ft. Rei

Something about the teasing nature of this works so perfectly. Yes, I'm gonna buy the damn pillow, can I pleeeease get to your pillows, miss? Btw, Rei hella underrated! I want her to press her round thighs and tits all over my body ffs. Thank you for this fic, frosche!

Also her cheeks are so cuuuute ahhhhh

Update:

Today made me realize that things will be hard to balance. Work and writing, work and daily necessities, work and studying, work and other hobbies, work and family/friends, work and life... yeah, work is now a big part of my life (again) and this will most likely hinder me from releasing smuts and other stories at this quick pace I had before.

What once was like 1-2 smuts per week, will now quickly become 1 per 2 weeks... maybe even slower, especially for bigger projects. I hope you all can understand this. I hate to slow down my progress, especially right before such a big celebration. It's just gonna be hard.

Sadly, I also lost this insane drive I had during my time studying for the exams. I pumped out so many words, multiple fics, and now looking at these docs is tough.

Anyways, I hope you can understand this and remain patiently for new fics. This is NOT a hiatus announcement. Smutty thoughts always linger somewhere in my mind. But if I take longer to put something out, don't be shocked.

Love you alll! Bye :)

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag Week, day 4: Modern

Fun fact! I came up with this story idea over a year ago! Thank fkn inukag week for giving me a reason to bang out the details!

Even funner fact? I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO GET THIS LONG 😅 My coworker really came in clutch so I could write during my shift today. Everyone say thank you Angel

@inukag-week

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Wish on a Star

"Pleeeease, Inuyasha! It's just one evening!"

"No way in hell!"

Kagome trailed after him as he stomped away from the well, jaw clenched in irritation.

"Y'know, usually, this is all reversed," Sango pointed out from where she, Miroku, and Shippo watched the other two. Miroku nodded in agreement, remembering how just the day before, Kagome and stomped to the sacred well, Inuyasha demanding that she stay and ignoring her annoyed refusals.

"Come on! I've spent all week investigating jewel rumors! It wouldn't kill you to spend one night with me back home!"

"You're right. And now we have to go out and actually look for all those jewel shards! We don't have time to screw around in your weird world. And even if we did, I have better things to do!"

The tense silence was broken when Kagome scoffed.

"Y'know what? Fine!" She huffed, turning on a heel and storming over to the others.

"Finally- hm?" Inuyasha watched as Kagome stood in front of Miroku, crossing her arms.

"Miroku? How would you feel about coming on a double date with my friend and I back in my era?"

Inuyasha and Sango's jaws dropped, and Shippo's eyes bugged out of his head, but Kagome didn't acknowledge any of them, keeping her eyes focused on the monk.

For Miroku's part, he looked a bit surprised, but smiled after a moment, turning to slide up beside Kagome and slip an arm around her waist.

"Why lady Kagome, I'm flattered that you thought of me! I would be honored to accompany you and your friend-"

Three different hands seized Miroku's wrist before his hand could slide any lower on her hip, and Kagome stepped out of his grasp before releasing her hold.

"Yeah, a move like that'll get you arrested back home, so keep your hands to yourself."

"You cannot! Bring Miroku!" Inuyasha insisted, turning his glare from the lecherous monk to Kagome.

"I can bring anyone I damn well please, if you don't want to go! Sango could come with me!"

"You can bring other people through the well now, Kagome!? I'll go!" Shippo cheered, jumping from Sango's shoulder into Kagome's arms. Catching him easily, Kagome's gaze shifted away.

"I mean, in theory…" she hummed, offering an apologetic smile when she met his eyes. "But a double date is… well, it's for people closer to my age. I'd love to bring you, but you're a little young yet."

He'd begun to pout, but did giggle when she playfully booped his nose.

"What's this double date business about, anyway, Kagome?" Sango asked, interested now that time travel was on the table and Miroku wasn't.

"My friend Ayumi got asked out by a guy from our school. She doesn't know him very well and didn't want to be alone with him right away, so she asked me if I could bring my boyfriend and make it a double date. Since I, apparently, have the most relationship experience in my friend group," she admitted with a wince. It wasn't even technically the kind of relationship they thought it was, but it wasn't like she could lay out all the gory details for her fellow modern highschool girls.

"Do you really think you could bring someone besides Inuyasha to your time?" Sango asked. 

"Well, back when Inuyasha and I first met, a demon comb sent a bunch of hair through the well. We had to fight it in the well house before passing back through," she recalled, tapping her cheek thoughtfully. "And then when Inuyasha sent me back without my jewel shards, I couldn't pass through, so maybe that's the key?"

Glancing over her shoulder at Inuyasha, she smirked just slightly.

"Hell, maybe I'll track down Koga! He's got shards built in, and I'm sure he would love to hold my hand at a festival for a few hours."

"Why you-!" Inuyasha growled, turning away and crossing his arms. "Even if you could find him before tonight, you wouldn't dare."

"Mmm, you're right," she admitted, earning a smug smile from the half demon. Until, of course, he caught sight of the taunting look on her face. "It'll take too long to find him. Probably faster to bring him here."

Turning to the fox in her arms, she batted kitten eyes at him.

"What do you say, Shippo? You got any little tricks we can use to get ahold of the wolves? I'll bring back all kinds of tasty festival food for you!"

"No. Nope, nu-uh, not happening," Inuyasha stated, snatching the kit out of her arms and covering his mouth. "Fine! Fine, I'll go! Just don't show that flea-bitten wolf where we live! We'll never be rid of him once he knows where to find you!"

"Oooh, thank you thank you thank you!" 

Kagome threw her arms around him, causing warmth to erupt across his cheeks. Taking Shippo from his hands, Kagome pecked the kit's forehead before handing him to Miroku.

"We'll be back first thing in the morning, you have my word!"

And with that, they were off again, Kagome hauling the grumbling half-demon back through the well.

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Brushing a bit of cat hair from her light cotton shorts, Kagome popped the door to her room open, smiling when she spotted Inuyasha on the bed, messing with Buyo's paws.

"So what exactly is it we're doing today?"

"We're going to the star festival! There's a parade and food and games- Maybe I'll win you a prize. If you loosen up a little by the time we meet Ayumi, you'll have a good time."

"Not my forte," he bit out.

"Unfortunate," she sighed. Pausing for a beat, she reached out to carefully pull a longer strand of hair away from his face and tuck it back with the rest. "Have you ever thought about tying your hair back?"

"Only when it's hot out. Why?"

"You should try it," she hummed, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, letting the sideburns hang while pulling the rest gently away from his face. "You'd have to leave some down to cover for not having human ears while we're here, but I think it'd suit you."

"Whatever. Worry about your own hair," he said, batting her hands away. He was already fighting a flush, no need to make it worse. With a shrug, she let his hair fall from her fingers and moved to her bureau, picking up her brush. With another huff, he continued, "I don't know why I'm letting you drag me into this. Bad enough we're losing another day looking for jewel shards."

"Listen!" Kagome groaned, watching him in her mirror as she pulled the brush through her hair. "Between jewel hunting and studying, I don't actually get a lot of time to hang out with my friends from this time period! Despite how little I see them, they're important to me. Ayumi's never been on a real date before, and Yuka and Eri don't know much about this guy. She needs me, and I'm not going to let her down!"

She saw Inuyasha roll his eyes in the mirror, but blessedly, he stopped whining.

"And," she hummed, pushing back to her feet. "If that means we get to hang out eating festival food and playing some games while neither chasing nor being chased by demons, well, all the better, right?"

Inuyasha blinked in surprise, not missing the mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She handed him a bandana, scratching gently behind one ear to make it clear what he was meant to do with it.

"Now, I just need to get dressed and then we can go. Shouldn't be more than a few minutes - mom's gonna help me with my yukata," she stated, turning for the door. "I can never get the bow right…"

Inuyasha watched her head back out through the door, waiting until he heard another door close behind her before he stood from the bed. Looking in the bureau mirror, he hesitantly reached up, pulling his hair back as she'd suggested, holding it in a high ponytail as he examined himself.

She'd left out some hair ties. It couldn't be that hard.

Another moment passed, and he picked up the brush.

~~~~~~

"Hey, you tied your hair back!"

Inuyasha looked up from the cat, the words "let's get this over with" on the tip of his tongue, until he actually spotted Kagome.

She stood in the doorway, summer yukata hugging her shape. It was a pastel green, dotted with dark lily pads, pink flowers, and bright red and white koi fish. He kind of got what the guy from that play Kagome was reading was on about now: It is the east, and Kagome is the sun.

"Uh, yeah. Figured I'd try it."

"I was right, it totally suits you," she beamed, stepping closer while her mom followed her into the kitchen.

"Alright, do you have your wallet?"

"Got it!" Kagome nodded, holding up her little drawstring purse. "Thanks again for the help, mom."

"Of course, sweetheart," the older woman smiled warmly, resting her cheek in her hand. "Oh, the two of you look so cute together. Let me get my camera."

"Mom! We gotta go!" Kagome insisted, blushing as her mother went to a hall cabinet. 

"It'll just be a moment, Kagome. And how often do you have the occasion to wear more traditional clothes?"

"More than you might think," she muttered, sighing but smiling fondly when her mother returned.

"In this time period," she amended, looking through the viewfinder at them with a grin. "Alright, smile!"

Kagome did as asked, automatically reaching out to wrap an arm around Inuyasha's. She let her mother click the camera a few times, winding the dial in between.

"There, see? Barely a minute," she smiled, winding the dial one more time so she wouldn't forget. "Ooh, I can't wait to get these developed!"

"I'm sure they'll be great mom, but we've got to go meet Ayumi now."

"I know, I know. Here, you know how some of those games can be," she reminded her daughter, pressing a few extra bills into her hand. "You two have fun."

Kagome paused, shaking her head as her smile softened. She wrapped her arms around her mom, holding her tight.

"We will." 

Inuyasha, feeling a bit awkward, moved to head for the door, but mama Higurashi was faster, seizing the shoulder of his robes and pulling him into the embrace.

"That goes for both of you."

"Um. Yes ma'am."

Giving a soft sigh, she released them.

"Alright. Alright! Get out of here before I go for the camera again!"

~~~~~~

"Kagome, hey! Over here!"

"Ayumi!"

The clack of her sandals on the pavement rose above the din of the street as Kagome ran to embrace her friend as quickly as she could in her more restrictive yukata.

"Oh my God, you look so beautiful. You're gonna knock this guy's socks off!" Kagome grinned. Ayumi's yukata was pale blue, with a yellow obi and flowers, and her dark curls were pinned up and back with matching flowers, and if Inuyasha thought it was far inferior to Kagome's, well, he kept that to himself, letting the girls exchanged greetings. 

"Right. Well, Inuyasha, this is Ayumi. Ayumi, this is Inuyasha."

"The famous boyfriend! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"Uh, yeah, you too." Inuyasha awkwardly shook the hand she offered.

"Kagome's told me so much about you! Is it true you nearly killed a guy that hit on her-?"

"AlrightwellAyumi, I think we should try to find this date of yours! I'm excited to hear more about him!"

"Takaoji's going to meet us closer to the festival," she assured, taking Kagome by the arm and dropping her voice to a smug whisper. "So we have a few blocks for you to tell me why you didn't spend more time telling us how freaking hot your boyfriend is!"

Kagome felt her face go warm, and though Inuyasha's expression didn't change, she did catch his ear perking at Ayumi's teasing. 

The trio headed towards the colorful banners and loud chatter, Ayumi keeping hold of her friend and Kagome keeping Inuyasha's hand in hers so he couldn't run off.

"We have all the time in the world for that! I've heard hardly a thing about this guy of yours!" she defended, hoping to turn focus from herself and Inuyasha.

"Well…" Ayumi smiled shyly, going along without complaint. "His name is Mikoshiba Takaoji. Our year, class B, starter on the basketball team…"

By the time they reached the festival, Kagome knew all the sordid details. Takaoji was old fashioned but very romantic, and left a candied apple in her shoe locker along with the letter where he'd asked her to meet with him. They had met in the West courtyard after their chorus and basketball practices, respectively. He had timed it so the light of the descending sun had just started to go golden. He'd even brought flowers. Kagome gushed with her over the whole story, endlessly happy for her friend to have caught the eye of someone so thoughtful and considerate.

When they finally found him, Kagome already had a very high opinion.

"There he is! Hey Takaoji!"

The boy who turned at her call was a bit taller than Inuyasha, dressed in a simple navy yukata. He had mousey brown hair and sharp, handsome features that softened the instant he spotted Ayumi. Kagome could see just how infatuated the guy was. He clearly only had eyes for Ayumi, and Kagome could swear she saw hearts in them.

"We didn't make you wait long, did we?" Ayumi asked, a little worried at his lack of greeting.

"... Wow," was all that came out, breathless and smitten. "I mean, ah, no, not long. I just… wow. You look amazing." 

Ayumi giggled, her face going bright red, and Kagome wished that she had thought to ask to borrow her mother's disposable camera.

"Oh! Um, thank you…" she murmured, getting a bit shy. Kagome wanted to stand back and give them another moment to be adorable, but her first backward step drew their eyes, and she cursed herself.

"Oh! Takaoji, this is my friend Kagome, and her boyfriend Inuyasha."

"Nice to meet you! I've already heard so much!" Kagome grinned, flashing Ayumi a teasing look. "All good things, I promise!"

"I'm relieved to hear it. Same to you." He turned to Inuyasha, offering a grin and a fist. "Good to meet you, man."

Inuyasha looked at the offered fist until Takaoji awkwardly lowered his hand. Shooting him a glare, Kagome elbowed the half-demon in the side.

"You too. Man."

Kagome sighed, knowing it was the best she was going to get.

"How about something to eat and drink before we get started? Gotta stay hydrated, and I think this one's a bit hangry," she teased, linking her arm with Inuyasha's.

"That's a good plan! I've been craving takoyaki since they started setting up the festival!" Takaoji agreed, offering his arm to Ayumi, who took it with a giggle.

They went to the first takoyaki stand they could find, and got a few bottles of ramune (water for Inuyasha - the carbonation turned him off) to drink while walking around, enjoying the decorations and atmosphere.

It didn't take long until they ran into a line of trees decorated with colorful papers.

"The tanabata are already pretty full, huh?" Kagome observed, watching an attendant refill the tables with the slips of paper.

"Well, it is half the fun of this whole thing," Ayumi stated, drawing the eye of her date. Takaoji flashed her a sweet smile.

"Do you wanna write something for the wishing tree?"

"Oh, definitely!"

The pair slipped away toward the table, chatting happily. Inuyasha's brow furrowed and he leaned down to whisper to Kagome.

"What's a wishing tree?"

"Exactly what it says. You write down wishes and tie them to the tree, and at midnight they're burned to send the wishes to heaven."

"Ain't it faster to just, y'know, make a wish?"

"Yeah, but wishes you just say out loud don't decorate trees for festivals," she pointed out, pulling him towards the table. He scoffed, but did stay close while she stopped to write her wish. His eyes scanned the other people around the table - kids and elderly and all ages in between. Ayumi and her date were a little further down, but there was a pair of girls in pink and orange yukata across from them that caught his eye.

"What are you gonna wish for?"

"The same thing I wish for every day; one more day with you~"

The first girl called her companion a cornball and threw a pen at her, and Inuyasha's gaze shifted down to the colored papers on the table. 

When Kagome stood to tie hers on, Inuyasha stooped, scooping up a pen and a green strip of paper before he could talk himself out of it.

When he stood from writing his message, doing his best to ignore how warm his face felt, he suddenly felt boxed in.

"What'd you wish for?"

Inuyasha jolted at Ayumi's sudden presence, whipping around to look at her.

"I-I was just- uh.." His gaze flickered to Kagome by the line of wishing trees, and when he looked back, Ayumi's smile was a bit more knowing.

"I knew you were more romantic than she was letting on," she sing-songed, taking a step back to let him breathe.

"You- what?"

Ayumi set down her pen, humming thoughtfully. 

"Yuka and Eri think I'm pretty naive. And I know I can be sometimes. But I've known Kagome since we were kids, so I know better than most that she's an amazing person with a good head on her shoulders. If she's kept you around this long, there must be something there worth sticking around for. I know you guys fight a lot, but she clearly cares about you. And when you make her happy, you make her really happy."

Inuyasha winced a little at the mention of their fights. He couldn't imagine that she had painted him in the best light to her friends after storming down the well in a huff so many times. He followed Ayumi's gaze, spotting Kagome now chatting with a (mildly terrified) Takaoji. 

"Kagome wants to be with you," Ayumi continued, looking back at Inuyasha. "Even when it's hard or painful. Which is why I need you to make it as easy and painless as you can."

Inuyasha felt his ears droop under the cloth on his head. 

"That being said," She hummed cheerfully, her smile turning somehow cold. "I have also heard plenty about this ex of yours. Beautiful, talented, nasty in a breakup? I understand that feelings about past relationships can be complicated, but get a clue. Kagome deserves nothing less than devotion. Figure your crap out. Because if you hurt her bad enough, I'll find you before she gets around to giving you another chance. I don't care how elusive you've been till now, I'll find you, and I'll ruin you. Are we on the same page?"

Inuyasha found himself swallowing hard. He generally wasn't scared of humans, but he could tell that Kagome's friend meant business. And no matter how much he liked Kagome's family, he didn't expect them to keep the well a secret if Ayumi's concerns about him were realized. 

"The situation with Kikyo is… messy. We're working on it. The last thing I ever want is to hurt Kagome."

"Good."

Her expression relaxed again, and she looked to her friend and her date again.

"Would have been better if you kept the element of surprise, though. Why warn me?"

"It's only fair. Besides, shovel talk begets shovel talk," she added, nodding to the others. Kagome looked as chipper as ever, but Takaoji was pale as a ghost.

"You guys ready to check out some games?" Kagome asked, innocent as could be. Takaoji gave her a wary sideways glance, and Inuyasha wondered just what she'd told him. They started towards the game booths, and Inuyasha slipped away for just a moment, sliding the string on his paper around a branch before quickly returning to the group.

Behind him, a festival attendant, curious at the secrecy, couldn't help but check the slip.

Let me keep her. As long as possible.

~~~~~~

"Do you guys wanna do die cutting?"

"Die cutting?" Inuyasha asked, eyes lighting up as he reached for his sword. Kagome stayed his hand, glad that Ayumi's enthusiasm for the suggestion covered his excitement at the thought of pulling his weapon.

"Inuyasha," Kagome hissed, pulling him a step away and keeping her hand firmly over his on the hilt of his sword. "This does not require magic demon weapons! You cut out little shapes out of delicate candy!"

Inuyasha frowned, clearly disappointed. Kagome sighed. 

"I don't know what you expected. It's a festival. There are no demons in this era, so there's no reason to expect a fight on your scale!"

"No demons? I seem to recall a certain Noh mask-"

"The Noh mask is an exception, not the rule. The worst that'll happen is we'll get mugged, and you don't need to draw a massive, physics-breaking sword to fend off a human mugger, right?"

Inuyasha pouted, but sighed.

"Fine."

"Thank you. Now do you want to try playing the right way?"

~~~~~~

After that, things went much more smoothly. Inuyasha took the games a little seriously at first, but by the third stall, he'd loosened up. Kagome hadn't seen him have this much fun since he and Sango started really letting loose while sparring, and that had been a while ago. They got through fish-scooping, yoyo water balloons, and super ball scooping without incident. Kagome wiped the floor with them all at the shooting range, no contest, and draped the long green dragon plush she won over Inuyasha's shoulders.

They stopped for grilled squid at another booth in between, and Inuyasha declared the yakisoba they got later "the next best thing to cup ramen", which Kagome had to explain was high praise coming from him. They even found a few more modern carnival games mixed in - Takaoji had Inuyasha beat at free-throws, but Inuyasha obliterated him at the High Striker. And sure, the guy running the thing was pretty miffed that Inuyasha had sent the bell flying. But when Inuyasha handed Kagome the giant plush shiba he had won with a look of such excitement and pride, well, she couldn't even find it in her to be mad.

"Man, where do you even get muscles like that?" Takaoji asked, somewhere between envious and awestruck at the display as they left the test of strength, the machine now closed for repairs.

"Years of training," he shrugged, brushing off the compliment but clearly enjoying the attention.

"Training in what, whacking boulders in half?" he laughed, taking a seat on a nearby bench. Ayumi settled beside him, happily cradling the smaller tanuki plush he'd won for her before Inuyasha broke the game. Inuyasha sat at the other end of the bench, with room between himself and Ayumi for Kagome. Kagome, however, stayed standing, setting the large dog plush in her seat.

"I think I'm going to grab a shaved ice. You guys want one?"

"Ooh, that sounds good!" Ayumi cheered, and Takaoji laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Great! What flavors?"

"Melon if they have it, red bean if not," Takaoji asked, pulling out his wallet. "Here, I'll cover Ayumi and I."

"No worries, my treat!" She assured, waving away the offered money. "Inuyasha?"

"Surprise me. I trust you," he assured, not missing the way her expression went fond at such a simple thing. After a moment, Ayumi stood back up.

"I want to see what they have before I decide. I'll go with you."

"We can all go, then."

"Nah, you guys can sit. We'll be right back," Ayumi insisted, giving Takaoji a sweet smile that silenced any argument. 

As the girls disappeared into the crowd, Inuyasha waited just a beat before sliding closer to the other boy, moving the dog but leaving one seat worth of space between them.

"Listen kid," Inuyasha sighed, ignoring Takaoji's mutter of "we're the same age..". "I don't know Ayumi from Adam. She's Kagome's friend, I just met her today." His gaze shifted to the other boy, pinning him to the bench. "But she's important to Kagome, and that's important to me. You've been all good and sappy all day, and that's great, but you better stay that way. Between me and Kagome, if you do anything at all to hurt that girl, you won't live long enough to regret it, are we clear?"

"C-crystal…" The taller boy promised, giving a nod. Inuyasha was a little annoyed that he didn't look half as scared as when Kagome threatened him, but it was probably for the best. He could already see the girls through the crowd again, and he'd rather not have to explain why this guy looked sick.

"See? You barely had time to miss us," Kagome laughed, plopping down on Inuyasha's other side and very pointedly not asking about why he'd moved, instead offering him a cup of shaved ice. "Here, I got you mango. I don't think you've tried it before."

"You've never had anything mango, Inuyasha?" Ayumi asked, sitting a bit more cozily with Takaoji and giving him his cup.

"Haven't really thought too hard about it," he said, figuring it was better than saying he'd never even heard of mango. He couldn't remember Kagome bringing anything with that flavor, or if she had, Shippo got to it before he had a chance.

He took a bite and hummed, smiling around the spoon.

"Hey, that's pretty good!"

"Told you so."

"Did not!"

"Whatever you say," Kagome sighed with an eyeroll, holding up her spoon and cup in surrender. "Oh, we've got to stop at a taiyaki stand before we leave. I promised Shippo I'd bring him back something sweet."

"Who's Shippo?"

"A bratty pain in the ass," Inuyasha smirked, taking a large spoonful of dessert.

"His little brother," Kagome amended, patting Inuyasha's shoulder as he groaned through his brain freeze.

Once the shaved ice was gone and the taiyaki purchased, the group figured it was time to disperse for the evening. Takaoji and Ayumi's curfew was fast approaching, and the last trains would be leaving soon.

"You sure you'll be okay getting home?" Kagome asked as they reached the station.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Takaoji's gonna walk me once we get to my stop," she assured, a bit shy but clearly pleased with how things turned out.

"He seems like a really good guy. I'm happy for you, Ayumi."

"Right back at you!" She chirped, giving Kagome's hand a squeeze and smiling warmly. "For all your gripes about him, it's obvious you both really love each other. Eri and Yuka were super worried, you know."

Kagome felt her eyes widen and her face warm.

"Ayumi! The train's leaving!"

"Coming!"

"Call me as soon as you get home!" Kagome ordered, pulling her into a final hug.

Ayumi hugged back quickly and rushed off with a nod and a wave, jumping through the doors moments before they closed. Kagome hurried back towards the entrance where she'd left Inuyasha. She hadn't felt like explaining that the train was not, in fact, a demon, and was glad for her foresight, after what Ayumi had said.

She knew she could be a bit obvious with her feelings for Inuyasha. Even if he didn't see it, everyone else seemed to. But Inuyasha? Sure, she hoped, and occasionally had moments where she really thought, but she didn't really believe it, did she? He was her friend. He protected her, got defensive of her, even trusted her, which not many people could say, though the number was growing. But love her? So obviously that Ayumi, who'd never met him before that day, could see it?

"They gone?"

She looked up from her musings, spotting Inuyasha leaning on one of the handrails at the top of the stairs, massive stuffed dog at his side.

"Yep. We can head back now," she nodded, letting him fall into step beside her as they turned for home. "Thanks for being such a good sport about all this. I know you weren't really enthusiastic about it at first, but you ended up having a pretty good time, right?

"Yeah, I guess that wasn't so bad."

"Good."

"... Still think it would've been more fun with Koga?"

Kagome rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you know I was never actually going to invite Koga, right?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"I mean it! I asked you to come with me first because I wanted you to be my date. I wouldn't have even thought to ask Miroku if he hadn't been right there while you were making that whole big stink about it," she insisted, pulling him to a stop by the arm so he would look at her. "Besides, those wolves might live in a waterfall, but they've never bathed properly in their lives."

The scoff he gave this time sounded more like a laugh and she smiled at him.

"I wanted you here. I still want you here. And… as fun as it would be to have the others visit my side of the well, if only one other person can pass through, I'm glad that it's you."

Her hand slid down Inuyasha's arm, fingers lacing neatly between his. Inuyasha felt his face go warm, but he closed his hand around hers and gave a soft squeeze. 

"Yeah," he murmured, "me too."

Kagome beamed at him, pulling him back into the sparse flow of pedestrians with their hands still linked.

They only made it about ten paces before Inuyasha stopped.

"What's up?"

He pointed upward.

The electric sign overhead flickered, a dark spot in the top reflecting the colored lights.

Wedged into the sign, Kagome could make out the outline of the bell from the top of the high striker.

"Oh. So that's where it ended up."

"Didn't go as far as I thought."

Kagome snorted. Inuyasha's shoulders shook. All it took was a glance at one another before they devolved into raucous laughter, leaning into each other in an effort to stay standing. 

~~~~~~

Funnest fact: when I originally came up with this concept, I doodled the high striker bell stuck in the sign with Kagome and Inuyasha looking up at it, and the sign said kung pow penis

Edit: grammar/punctuation/wording

[jacksoneblackburn]

My parentage is changing.

A fanfic of my own character that kinda goes into the lore of my character, altering the story to where they have multiple personalities inspired by the schizophrenic episodes of the Greco-Roman gods (and ofc @bright-side-of-the-moon)

Chapter 1: Will loses track of a patient.

IT WAS A DAY LIKE NO OTHER.

I was doing rounds- checking I was stocked on bandages, my list of patients with allergies, my medicine was stocked, I had plenty nectar and ambrosia, watering my sunflower given to me as a welcome gift by Will Solace when I got claimed, playing my morning playlist of Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Em Beihold, Claire Rosinkranz, Camilla Cabello- the usual.

Until I get interrupted by a knock on my office door.

I stop playing my music and head to the door, opening it with slight annoyance.

"Yeah? Who is it-"

"Hey, sorry Jacks, I know you're doing rounds but... we have a medical emergency in cabin 3," The person said. It was my freckled, suntanned, tall, blond brother. Will Solace. He was never good at telling me when there was medical emergencies. Especially during the morning.

"I can't help them," I sigh. "I was just about to reorganize my files in alphabetical order again-"

"Well- I- uhh- As Head Counselor slash Medic, I demand you go check on your patient!" He said, puffing out his chest and pointing a finger in the air.

I just stared at him for a while.

"It's been a week and you're pulling that card on me?"

"Just go down-"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"Hmm.... no."

"I'll give you unlimited access to all patient files."

"Where's the camper?" I throw on my lab coat.

"New that would getcha."

"I need blackmail on the Stoll brothers, I take wins where I can get them." I adjust something slightly out of place on my coat then walk past Will.

Will shrugs. "Fair enough."

We walk towards the strawberry fields, making small talk on the way. You know, the usual.

"How many people died last week?" I ask nonchalantly, as if death doesn't bother me anymore.

"Surprisingly, one," Will says while stepping over a mushroom that looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "He fell off of the rock climbing wall."

"Was he drunk?"

"Nope."

"Was he wearing any safety gear?"

"Also, nope."

"Well no duh, it's written on a giant sign to wear the proper equipment with supervision if you want to climb on the wall," I hop over a loose root in the ground. "It's literally the number one rule."

"It was an Ares kid."

"Okay, that makes much more sense."

We make it to the fields, with no one to be seen. Nobody. Anywhere, no matter where you looked. Not a single Satyr, bug, or demigod.

"Uh... Will?" I turn to him and bat my eyes. "Where's. The. Damn. Patient."

"How should I know?!"

"YOU'RE THE HEAD MEDIC. THAT'S YOUR JOB."

"NUH-UH- wait, no. You actually have a point. Am I gonna get fired?" Will was panicking, I was pissed, and we have a missing (probably dying, let's be honest) patient that's nowhere to be seen. "Oh gods, what do I tell Nico?!-"

"Calm down. You find that patient, before Chiron and Mr. D have your practicing license for a month. I'll go ask any nearby campers if they seen anyone..." I pause for a moment. "What did you say this patient looked like again?"

"I- uh.... Girl, very pretty, smelled like-"

"Let me remind you, you have a boyfriend that I know very well."

"Shut up," Will's face taking on the same hue of the strawberry milk served at lunch. "As I was saying, she was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was supposedly having a heat stroke-"

"Why would a child of Aphrodite be all the way out here in the Strawberry fields?" I interrupt. "Sorry, my bad. Please continue."

"-That caused her to pass out," Will continued, albeit, very annoyed. "She was saying something about needing water, and a Cabin Three kid went to the lake to purify some water for her to drink."

"That all?"

"No, she passed out and... well... You know the story from there."

I hum in thought. Being the gremlin I am, I walk away back to my office. "If she's not here, that means she's okay, or someone else is already treating her. Now about those medical documents-"

"What." Will said incredulously. "Not even gonna look for her?- What if there's a dead camper on my hands, and you just walk away?"

I nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Will stares at me, dumbfounded and slowly getting more and more pissed off. "You're a terrible medic."

"If there's no patient to treat, there's no problem to meet." Ignoring Will's comment, I continue walking away. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You're fired."

I stop dead in my tracks, slowly turning around. "What?"

"You. Are. Fired"

"Y-you can't fire me?!" I walk up to him. "Only-"

"I don't care. Go to the Hermes cabin. And stay there. You're license is officially revoked."

"W-what..." I mumble, terrified. "Y-you can't do this to me- you're taking away my entire purpose-"

"That's the point," He folded his arms, towering over me, the damn Texan. "Get out my damn sight before I do something I regret."

"B-but my documents... My patients- You- you can't do this to me!"

"You are dismissed."

I felt the tension build up in my chest. My grip on my reality slipping away. The tears welling up in my eyes, burning hotter than any of the forges in Cabin 9. My breath became warm, my throat closing up and becoming dry as the tears fall off of my cheeks like rain. My nose and cheeks redder than any strawberry in the field.

I grip onto Will's shirt, falling to my knees and crying into Will's shirt. "P-please W-Will.... D-don't do this...." I sob.

"You have till the Harpies come out to move." Will said coldly, walking past me. Muttering and mumbling to himself to calm himself down as I slowly fall to the floor. Curling into a ball and clutching my stomach as my tears turn the dirt underneath my face slowly turning to mud with my tears.

So that was chapter 1 !!

Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed!

A like would be greatly appreciated because it really supports me (you don't have to if you don't want to) :]

[thecoolerliauditore]

Hey, I'm that one anon from a few weeks back who was pretty skeptical about rats 2, so i thought it would be nice to come back and share how is it going

So first of all, the negatives. Yesterday was the 1st big event of the season and I did not enjoy it too much. The story itself was okay i guess, typical halloween ghost story, but it had the minecraft server - typical problem of some people speaking way too loud and over others. I was watching from Martyn's pov and he had to mute everyone twice bc of the overstimulation, and spent lots of the event in his own or in small groups

Apart from that, honestly pretty happy with the smp? It has returned to the communal vibes of rats 1 instead of dividing everyone im groups, which is great bc it s almost imposible to log in and not meet everyone else who is logged in at the moment. That was one of pirates s worst sins imo. Also, it has small missions for the players to do, which are not that interesting tbh, but they don t take far as much time as the ones in pirates which enable the players to mostly hang out and vibe. Also the whole running away from humans is a very fun premise. The whole concept of the smp is honestly just a reprise of rats 1, which brings the question of if it is really necessary, but by now it s being fun sooo i guess it gets a pass (by now)

The environment is very chaotic, but apart from the event it doesn t usually feel like too much. The one problem is that it distracts the players from actually building lol. Talking about building, they have had lots of technical issues with the chisel and bits mod, so they have changed tl another mod which seems tl be working better, although now the players have to relearn how to build in that size. But ngl, some of them are going crazy with the building, Sniff, Eloise, Scott, Sausage and Ros mainly are CRAZY

About the players, I am only following closely a handful of them, but it s generally being a blast. Having them roleplay as rats is just silly and brings good vibes and bits. My one hot take is that although I think he's a very talented builder, I find Sausage kind of annoying in smps, and also one of the loudest during events, but that's probably a me thing. Apart from him, Tubbo and Ros have done a cult and it's delightful to watch, the Martyn and Ren duo is super fun as expected, Oli is once again the funniest fucker alive, El and Bek are amazing. A creator I didn t know too well until now is Watermunch and she's great, his laugh especially gives me seratonin

So yeah, not everything is great or super interesting but it's fun and chaotic and as much as I bash in pirates, Ros and Water were great aditions to the cast so I am glad it exists. But pleeeease someone tell them to keep calm during moments with lots of people, it's uncomfy for the watchers, some ccs get overwhelmed and others can barely speak. Another problem I ve seen is that a portion of Tubbo s chat keep metagaming, which is annoying af, but whatever ig

I'm glad to hear you're enjoying it! I definitely have heard good things about treebark rats (I do think renrat having a wife is the one of. maybe the funniest things to come out of SMPs good god martyn im so. im so sorry martyn) and even though i wasn't a fan of the original i did have fun watching garbage rat clips. That impromptu music number he did with the camera angle changes is like. genuinely high art to me.

also good on martyn for knowing his limits. I can imagine it's a rough choice to make in the moment what with the pressure to perform and whatnot.

o7 hope those rats keep ratting

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Mysterious Benedict Society Episode 7 Liveblog - A Joyful Lens

I wrote this and then completely forgot to come back to it, but here we are, the day before the final episode is dropping. 

Wow, immediate new record for how fast I’ve wanted to punch Curtain. Usually it takes at least a couple minutes but this time it was just. literally the first line. may your tea always be too bitter and scald your fucking tongue. 

HmmmmMMMMMMM MA’AM ARE YOU FAKING YOU’D BETTER BE FAKING

I am staring at Number Two under a microscope rn, ma’am are you okay. 

“Big day tomorrow” pls no that sounded so wrong. I’ve been saying big day today for the past year, and big day tomorrow made me v uncomfortable. 

Tbh I wouldn’t be shocked if Curtain picked up on the fact that there was something in the tea. Not that I think he’s smart enough to pick up on it, but he just seems paranoid enough as a person to notice that something’s off. 

UH OH UH OH UH OH OH NO 

Ughhhhh having such conflicting feelings on number two getting whammied because yes it’s bad but also the things she’s saying are things that Mr. Benedict really needs to hearrrrrrr and things she should have been saying all season but ehhh. Mixed feelings. 

Love Kate and Milligan’s farm system. All of the moments that show how much they’ve built their lives and relationship with one another over the past year really warm my heart. It’s a nice other side to the moments where they’re struggling with their relationship 

RUN SILENT RUN DEEP!!! Thank you for the actual episode title bc I’m still uncomfy over big day tomorrow

But also yeah Milligan, running silent running deep really worked out well for you last time, uh huh, I’m sure it’ll go off without a hitch this time 

Reynie did you really think Kate was going to stay put, I love your confidence in people 

Hey disney I can’t take Reynie and Kate getting whammied too, so keep that in mind pls 

AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CRYIJG I’M LAUGHING EO HARD 

THE STRAIGHTJACKETS 

THEIR FACES

THE WAY EVERYONE IS JUST🧍‍♂️

CONSTANCE’S TERRIFYING SMILE 

STICKY IS SO DONE HE LOOKS LIKE HE COULD SET CURTAIN ON FIRE WITH HIS EYES

I’m LAUGHING SO HARD 

Oh my god this feels like a fever dream

J e f f e r s, he’s so proud of himself, you pathetic pathetic man 

Where the fuck did you get straightjackets, Jeffers? Did you go to a store after grabbing them? HAVE YOU BEEN CARRYING THOSE AROUND FOR WEEKS??? 

The way unwhammied Constance would just be biting him. Someone get her some acid for whenever they bring her out of it 

Jeffers of course you don’t know how to take off a straightjacket, can’t you see you’re undercutting Curtain’s reunion with two of his child nemeses? 

CONSTANCE THROWING OFF THE STRAIGHTJACKET LMAOOOOO absolutely iconic 

Shedding it like she’s shedding all the negativity in her life rn. She was in that straightjacket because she chose to be 

Yeah Sticky!!! Get him!! Call him evil!! 

Ew no Curtain you’re not allowed to refer to people as ‘friend’ anymore, I thought we left that behind last season. 

Slightly disappointed we didn’t get Curtain expecting Constance to straight up murder him, but that’s okay 

Wait no. Don’t you fucking dare. 

FIGHT IT STICKY FIGHT IT

DO NOT TAKE STICKY TOO PLEEEEASE 

It’s so much worse because Curtain knows all of Sticky’s insecurities from last season and just. AGHHHH. 

WHY MUST WE ALWAYS CUT OFF BEFORE WE SEE IF THE HYPNOSIS WORKED. I’M TOO STRESSED FOR THIS. 

The Mabel Pines voice is really jumping out now that Number Two is whammied 

Ohhhhhh is number two getting whammied what’s going to knock Mr. Benedict out of the hypnosis??? He’s so worried 

YEAH, KICK!

It’s really interesting that Mr Benedict has been able to have analytical thought about the hypnosis while he’s in it, like “why am i feeling this way, i feel like i should be fighting this” but other people don’t seem to be able to do that. It might just be for story purposes from the writers, but I wonder if there’s an in-universe reason? 

H W A T 

WHY ARE YOU SINGING

OH NOW IT’S BOTH OF THEM 

WHY ARE WE GETTING THIWHQTTHEFUCJ 

This episode is making me question my grasp on reality like none of the other episodes have 

WOLVES CBSHFBSHB absolutely roasted

Hugs! Hugs! Hugs! Mr Benedict finally gets a hug~

“Dressed in the faded rags of a hostage” has the same energy as “the clothes of someone who has given up”. Unintentional jillsoncore

She! Requested! Yellow! 

Kate not knowing what an alpaca is is really good content, thank you disney 

“I know I tease you, Sticky, but the truth is, I enjoy your scientific facts.” Cuteeeeee, I kind of hope once she’s unwhammied she says she meant that even though she was under the happy influence, but she’ll probably just go back to her friendly bullying, which is okay too 

Kate and Constance hug Kate and Constance huggggg <3 <3 <3 

“She’s an absolute pleasure to be around” Sticky nooo, like I totally get it but nooooo 

Oh thank god Sticky didn’t get whammied, I couldn’t have taken that. 

Him doing long division in his head to avoid it is precious, he’s so good. 

Ahhh it is once again cult leader time. Great.  

WAIT IS THAT MISS PERUMAL IN THE BACK 

FEAR FEAR FEAR 

Uh oh Enzo

Oh that was REALLY fast since we saw him get hypnotized by Auguste like 2 episodes ago. I wonder why it seems to happen at different speeds for different people 

Ohhh Curtain seems very shaken by someone else freezing 

Lmaooooo J&J’s little super awkward backwards shuffle with the wheelie chair 

N I C K Y

N I C K Y 

N I C K Y 

RED ALERT 

OOF. 

I’m just buffering over not now nicky 

Okay okay back on track 

The track I’m back on is adoring Miss Perumal

But also no thanks I cannot take the kids realizing their parents have been whammied 

Milligan hugging kate but her expression just stays blank like she’s realizing what has happened uhhhhhh I’m in pain 

Constance is just. vibing. 

Idk if this is intentional but I love the framing of almost never having Constance and the other three in the same frame in this scene, and the only times they’re in the same frame there’s both a lot of distance between them and a tree splitting the frame between them 

No, you DO need Dr. Garrison, because I need the show to bring her back

WAIT YES 

I CALLED IT TWO EPISODES AGO, SOMEONE STOLE THE NOTEBOOK 

I was wrong on who did it, since I had guessed it would be Constance, but I’m still excited 

“Garrison’s proven she can’t be trusted with technology.” HEY. LEAVE MY FAVORITE WOMAN IN STEM ALONE. Haven’t you ever heard of intellectual property?

Uh oh he’s MAD mad 

Lmao at Mr. B poking his head up over the window

But also oof now he knows about the people freezing

Jackson and Jillson I’m so sorry you guys cannot catch a singular break 

Two people I love with all of my soul but also occasionally fear on deep a primal level 

Excuse me Curtain you do NOT get to yell at them 

Add J&J to the list of people who deserve post-Curtain therapy (and also to commit physical violence against him, but that’s a given) 

LMAO the side eye towards frozen Marlon on “current personnel situation” 

I hope Marlon can hear them vagueing him. Get wrecked.

Still going for that promotion, good for you guys 

Curtain put your psych 101 “correlation does not equal causation” away, we all know you don’t have a degree. 

✨Don’t fucking patronize my blorbos✨

Nooooo the way they both kind of just deflated the second he walked out of the room. Every time we see how scared they are of him I get sad™️. 

It’s hard for me not to feel sympathetic for them because it’s framed in a way like they’ve invested so much in him and his methods, and then he’s very threatening and dismissive. 

Someone made a comment last season that was something along the lines of “the girls are fightingggggg” and that’s what I think every time they snipe at each other <3 

MR BENEDICT AND CONSTANCE HUG!!!

Thank god it’s actually him, I got so scared from the post-trailer discussion 

But them them them <3 I’m so glad we got a proper little reunion even though I wish it was longer 

“I’ve successfully stolen several items recently” yeah you have! You’re doing great! 

I really love scenes where we see the talents of the kids being highlighted, I’ve really been missing that this season

The multitool!!!!!! I still think about Milligan saying “I whittled it. :) for the bucket :) 

ASDFGHJKL THE DANCING 

Once again feeling like I’m in a fever dream

We’ve got the dorky dancing and then Miss Perumal still looking absolutely STUNNING no matter what

“Where’s my dad? Let’s start with him” <3 <3 <3 <3 

Still wondering why Mr. Benedict is capable of rational thought about the happiness but other people don’t seem to be. Maybe just a plot hole but hmmm. 

This conversation happening during dancing feels pretty on point for this season

Katie kat! 

Constantly torn between how wholesome the interactions are and being horrified that everyone is hypnotized, but I love Milligan and Kate as always

Kate’s lil smile when Milligan gets mad!!!!!!!

Miss Perumal looking STUNNING as ever, I want to dance with her. If she told me to stay and get whammied I would listen to her

Curtain imposing his fashion crimes on everyone else this season can’t touch her, she’s too perfect

SHE’S. VIBING. 

“Trust me.” “And I do, with my life.” 🥰🥰🥰

J&J y’all need to run, I fear for your safety once number two gets unwhammied 

I’M 

WHAT

THEY JUST

HELP THEY STRAIGHT UP TACKLED HIM 

HELP 

When I said run that is NOT what I meant, but go off I guess uhhhhh

They’ve really been through it this season and I guess this was how those feelings manifested themselves 

Rip Jillson’s shoulder 

It’s all haha funny until I start thinking about the way he was immediately SO concerned for her

“That was an odd impulse!” WEUHFWIUVBS sir you just got tackled 

“She gets a vote now?” Yes she does because she’s perfection personified and everyone needs to respect her more

c o m a e 

Mr B looks :( :( so upset :( and it makes me upset 

Number two definitely meant removing Curtain from his followers when she said the best way to stop a snake is to chop off its head, and totally doesn’t want to physically start removing Curtain’s limbs 

“US” 🥰🥰🥰🥰🎉🎉🎉🎉

Curtain I’m begging you not to look into the camera while doing the hypnosis thing, it’s terrifying 

The facade is once again cracking!!

Gotta have one scene every season where Curtain is losing it in front of a mirror 

FLOWER DELIVERY

Good, get him 

Mr B patting Curtain’s leg when they’re about to drive away is giving me feelings 

I love all of the background interactions between the kids and adults 

YEAH GOOD DESTRUCTION GOOD JOB MILLIGAN 

Tell me why I half expected Jackson and Jillson to both have a sling just to continue the identical vibes 

ALL OF THEM SLEEPING IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK OHHH FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY 

Wait no no NO NO NO 

Like we knew it was gonna happen but FUCK 

Okay final thoughts: 

Overall, I loved this episode too! I’m finding I’m really liking the later episodes as the plot ramps up and character beats come to a head, but I’ve been enjoying it all. I’m really interested to see how they close things out next episode, and how the hypnosis side effects end up being resolved, especially now that I don’t know if the main group is going to be going back to the compound at all. (J&J call in Garrison please, she can fix this.) And excited to see more character moments especially when people come out of the hypnosis. 

Where we’re at right now has me kind of worried for next episode, but I’m trying to stay optimistic. I feel like there are so many loose threads that need tying up, but with the much shorter episodes this season I’m a little worried things are going to feel really rushed next episode and not have very satisfying closures, or some things are just going to get dropped altogether.

But yes very good episode and I’m both excited for the next episode and already sad the season will be over.