#so i had to exercise SELF RESTRAINT this time it sucked

[anghraine]

hey, hope you're having a good day. i hope this doesn't come off as overbearing but i wanted to let you know that reading your fics has really helped me out during a bit of a rough patch. tldr: i got my college decision results back, and they were overwhelmingly disappointing. i was stewing over what now felt like years of wasted effort and time, being jealous of friends who got into my dream school, hating myself for being jealous, dreading having to tell my school and class that had the highest expectations for me, that i've failed, etc. etc. etc.

and for the longest time i've really admired your writing, especially when it comes to fitzwilliam and faramir, because you're so good at drawing out their true quality, particularly what is admirable about them (i believe you wrote a childhood fic from anne de bourgh's pov, and one from georgiana's after the marriage that are some of my absolute favorites). i really think you're the best at it: accurately reflecting truly inspiring qualities, all without resorting to overly dramatic/whumpy scenarios or other characters doing anything and everything to Tell You How Awesome This Guy Is.

anyways, reading your fics makes me love these two characters so much and got me to question why that is: and i think it's because you show how valuable goodness is as a quality. it helped me stop spiralling: like yeah this sucks and i'm doubting my academic qualities, my potential, but that's not all there is to life. sounds corny but "well i can still be a good person and a presence others will miss" is surprisingly effective.

i just wanted to say thank you for that.

Hi, anon! I am having a good day - as you may know if you've followed me for awhile, I'm bipolar, and I've been struggling with the more difficult aspects of hypomania, but my brain feels like it's cooling down without full on depression, which is rare and nice.

I'm sorry about the bad news, but deeply touched that my writing of all things could help with something like that. I wouldn't have expected it—it's helpful for me to have a space in my life where I can just release the valves on my brain without worrying about boring people, and if people do find it interesting, I've generally considered that a bonus. But actually affecting people for the better through all this means a lot to me.

I did write an Anne de Bourgh childhood fic many years ago. IIRC I didn't port it over to AO3, so it's only at a few old hang-outs—it was, as I recall, basically about her tragic youthful crush on Darcy and gradual realization that it wasn't going to happen. The Georgiana fic (if you mean the one-shot) is more recent, I think prompted by @heckofabecca, and was really fun to think about.

I'm definitely very interested in what it means to be "good" beyond just a, hm, static intrinsic quality—what qualities and actions can constitute it, whether it's more admirable to exercise the fortitude of adhering to the fundamental integrity of a good character or to do good against one's basic inclinations, the place of restraint and self-control in goodness vs an open flow of compassion or action, etc. I often find it most compelling where there's an edge to it, a sense that this is someone who could be worse but isn't.

Anyway, again, it's genuinely very touching to me that this abstract thinking about it and mediating that through my blorbos could be at all helpful in a practical immediate sense, and I'm really glad you told me about it. So thank you, as well!

[salora-rainriver]

We're talking about Ads Again

Context for those followers of mine who weren't there: I made a post about tumblr ads being weird back in 2016 and it's literally still getting notes to this day. People responded GREAT to it. honestly, despite being like. ass old at this point and written by a literal high schooler, it's still pretty good! I thank my dad being in advertising helped significantly. I had an expert witness.

Tonight, I'm writing the sequel to that post. the sequel is this post.

let's just fucking dive into it or whatever.

why am I doing this?

okay for starters I made that post in goddamn 2016 and I refuse to believe my insights into the marketing world have not improved since then.

Also, the marketing world has CHANGED. Huge swaths of my old post are no longer relevant. What we saw with tumblr ads in 2016 was in some parts a passing fad, and in other parts the harbinger of a new wave of influencer marketing and corporate parasociality (I coined that term just now).

Honestly I've been thinking for a while that I should make an update post, but what with, yanno, adulthood, that's been kinda hard!

Well, I've missed a train, and it's Christmas, so I've finally found the time to do that.

What has Changed?

in my personal life... dad got fired! yeah it fucking sucks. the good news is he and his wife are working towards their retirement now, shifting away from the industry overall. Good news as far as life is concerned, but it does mean I no longer have as clean a connection to the Industry as I used to.

but more importantly, why he got fired. The fact is, dad's old! I know, shocker. More than just being old, though, his field (and my stepmom's field - they both did the same work) represents an older paradigm of advertisement. he did TV spots and posters, not ad reads for Raid Shadow Legends. He was great at his work, but we're in an era of data-driven, maximalist, google adsense, low-barrier-to-entry, super-fast and super-cheap digital advertisement.

Well, more specifically,

We're on the cusp of an extinction event poised to bring said era crashing to the ground.

Pictured: the current vibes in the ad world

Siberia is on Fire and Everything is Dying

So given that my typical source on stuff like this is currently unemployed, I decided to hit good ol google (well, google and duckduckgo. fitting given what we're talking about) to see if I could get any insights into what the current state of advertising is.

and the short of it is that everyone says the end is nigh. check this out:

Digital is dead, and so is TV. God fucking damn. BY THE WAY, I loved these two articles. Chris Gadek, a man I only learned about today, is clearly an excellent writer and his professional insights are probably gonna be way better than my amateur synthesis of the half-dozen different articles I read today, including his.

blatant shilling for random article writers aside, let's get on to my half-baked synthesis, starting with:

What Set Siberia on Fire

In small part, it's the same issues facing most major companies and industries in our late capitalist world: Hubris.

As this New York Times article points out, we've got a low barrier of entry into a gargantuan industry that's increasingly pumping out slop to follow a strategy of 'more is more'. And we've all seen the bizarre mobile game ads and shady scams that have resulted from THAT.

On top of that, we've also got the fucking digital privacy issue shaking up the entire world as consumers increasingly don't like being spied on (imagine that), and the EU starts rolling out heavy restrictions on the data harvesting that was fueling a bunch of this advertisement bubble.

There's also the ad fraud. Oh, you didn't hear about that? Well, it's nothing much, just that lots of bots are clicking ads to falsify click metrics, artificially inflating the effectiveness of said ads. look, it even has a wikipedia article

oh and Facebook did it. Facebook did ad fraud. :)

and I'm not even getting into everything that works to shake up or demolish basically every advertisement channel out there - the decline of cable tv and print newspapers, the increasing use of ad blockers, the crisis of consumer trust, etc etc.

In short we are looking at a multitude of micro-crises all working together to make the environment unlivable for most current forms of advertisement.

in other words: an extinction event!

Who's Gonna Survive

And just like in a real extinction event, whether or not you survive depends on how good you can adapt to the brave new world you've found yourself in. Old school advertising needs to drastically rethink their everything if they're gonna stay afloat, and every field of the industry needs to recreate itself. As my new favorite writer Chris Gadek says,

"These crises show that there are no safe havens. You can’t substitute one advertising medium for another. Rather than pivot, the advertising industry must adapt and learn to effectively use the channels at their disposal (TV included), factoring in the seismic societal and technological changes that have occurred over the past decade and beyond."

and what is that going to look like? what's going to be the new face of advertising?

The field seems torn, at first... but also aligned, at least when it comes to the core principles:

privacy is a big issue. Seems like a lot of advertisers are seeing an end to wanton consumer surveillance, and looking into less invasive ways to gather important and meaningful data

companies that rely on selling ad space and propping up their engagement metrics are going to be relied on less, probably, because the metrics themselves are being seen as less reliable (for good freaking reason)

regaining consumer trust is going to be a massive priority in the future.

overall, we're probably going to look at a massive downturn in ads, as people turn to a quality-over-quantity strategy in an attempt to stop flooding the attention marketplace.

that's the gist I'm getting from reading oh so many different articles of varying quality from so many different sources.

So, yanno, there may be some hope out there. If smart people start leading this industry (lol), we may get to actually enjoy ads.

Yeah. Enjoy ads.

Unironically.

I know, it's crazy.

PS: if you start seeing affiliate links on mainstream TV ads, thank our lord of excellent business analysis Chris Gadek for calling it early. God, that's such a crazy left-field idea and I really want it to actually happen.

[misdre]

time to wrap up gideon the ninth and be traumatised yet again by the exact same things as last time hooray i love dying.

ianthe is so weird. just about nothing she does ever makes any sense to me. and that's why we love her

but she also is seriously the grossest ever. blood and lymph magic?? i would be hurling out vomit at explosive rate. but the thing about her making portals of her own skin… pretty nifty. i have some sort of respect for the self-restraint she must have exercised this whole book because she did absolutely nothing before this, no showing off her powers, nothin. she really was saving it for her personal main character moment at the end

i was so pleased about the silas&colum plotline here because i remembered nothing of it, the impression i had of the eighth before this re-read was that they just kind of. are weird, then get killed. but there was actually quite a lot of them! i think the last maybe 1/4s of this book was a bit overwhelming for me on the first read. it was overwhelming this time too but in a different way

and the entire audience applauds

omfg corona. crying over her bad bitch twin sister choosing to eat a man instead of her. love how gideon's narrative just makes us think of her completely wrong, repeatedly. mostly because gideon is gay

is not a good sign when the chapter title has the sixth skull. yeaahh here we go. (i put my mad ramble pants on)

i'mm throwing up

i'M DYIINGGG nooooo i feel even worse about everything now!!! didn't remember dulcinea basically distancing herself from palamedes after he proposed to her, and camilla saying this all "ruthlessly" i might actually just die right now. i dont want to read this chapter

same gideon. saammme. I STILL CANT DEAL WITH PAL STARTING AT EIGHT YEARS OLD (HOW DID IT START?? I NEED DEETS)

i simply pursed my lips and started crying like a bitch bye

this SUCKS SO HARD!!!!! i need therapy for processing that palamedes suicide-bombed himself for nothing because it was the cancer magic that did everything but him combusting did nothing except killed him!!! i know it logically can't exactly be so because he goes out of this way to express that he knows camilla will put him back together (which is a shitty thing to do but their dynamic be like that) but him described as shutting down before he goes and deadpan does this makes it feel like he just trashed all his reason at the end and decided he could as well kill himself now because dulcinea is dead fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this. let my soul out of this meat grinder

i still just, refuse to believe that palamedes, the smartest person in the house, didn't have any hunch at all that cytherea wasn't dulcinea, because he knew her so so so well and i simply can't and don't want to believe he didn't notice how cytherea is a stranger to him -- and i think the sixth did notice, because harrow asks about it from camilla who says, if i knew why she acts like this it would improve my well-being, BY THE WAY I HAVE MANY MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT LINE, MANY THOUGHTS. jesuuuuss i'm reeling. but camilla in this floodgate moment doesn't say they suspected anything, then again maybe she was upset beyond comprehension at this point and also appeared somehow paralysed because why the fuck didn't she go to palamedes and dulcinea with gideon (where DID she go??? or did she know this was happening and didn't want to see it?? wait wait wait no way she'd just let him do that. or would she!?? i have so many questions) similarly i'm wondering if his usual judgment had been compromised by his feelings and by the emotional recoil from witnessing that dulcinea had "moved on" and didn't care to even be in his vicinity. but….. IDK IDK god this is painful all around, he must have been so scared to finally meet her and then the reception was as if she didn't even know him!! THIS HURTS ME IN A MULTITUDE OF WAYS

i'm fuckign AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE

gideon called harrow beautifuulllll?????!!!

so i was kinda hit by depression for the rest of the book and as hard as i tried to focus on the combat it all slid off my smooth brain. except whenever camilla was mentioned when i briefly snapped back to focus. then deflated like a balloon again (bbuuuuttt…..ianthe saved camillaaaa….!?!?? was it just because she wanted to fight cytherea and appeared at a convenient time or does ianthe actually have a heart for not wanting someone innocent killed in this situation?? i dunno. camilla hung on so bravely tho. the bravest girl ever. ugh love her)

i gotta admit on this second read canaan house STILL is confusing to me, like why everything is preserved there the way it is, is it maintained by jod himself because he's nostalgic about all and any memories of their past? but not enough to keep it in top notch shape instead of as a dilapitated shit höle? did he keep it as an escape room game for ten thousand years thinking "yeah one day i'll want a new set of fresh lyctors, i'll make them solve that then"

(i also have no idea how cytherea simply "boarded dulcinea's ship" HOW THO. WHY WAS SHE THERE. to begin with cytherea is weird and this book explained a lot less than i thought it would and i may need to go read reddit threads again)

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME. WHY. love that she's like. no he wouldn't fucking say that he loves me. but did he express that he trusts his soul in my hands? yes? good. and that satisfies her

feeling kinda sad about naberius. i rather like him and he didn't want this and keeps fighting ianthe after the lysis. and later she takes both his corpse and name to abuse as she pleases.

harrow got so tender at the end it's amazing, she's been so tough all book and now we see her as the 17yo girl she actually iWHY ARE YOU THROWING THESE THINGS AT ME WHEN IM TRYING TO BE EMOTIONAL ABOUT GRIDDLEHARK

anyway. my specialty is reading the final pages of a book while crying simultaneously so my voice is all garbled garbage but i keep going. i do this often

oh okay so "renewing" the ninth house was just that jod is like Ok i'll renew it. i…. hm. no actually that still didn't answer my question from the previous post

that's it. looks like i once again have a lot to digest. fanfiction please save me

harrow the ninth next! it's actually my favourite book in the series, which is maybe unexpected considering it has the least of the sixth, but that's precisely it, because i LOST my diddledarn mind when they eventually appeared. like i really lost it. never experienced anything like it with a book in my whole life i think, my brain chemistry was altered. then nona the ninth altered it again in irreversible ways. horrible ways

[lunar-lair]

SURPRISE

PEEPAW FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COME GET YOUR FOOD PEEPAW FANS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46262290/chapters/116469370

right now its just one chapter/leo and casey but theres more written i promise!! just gonna update slowly like a normal person lmao. enjoy the boys for now tho <3

[doumadono]

Douma & period sex - headcanons

Warnings: smut Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

Being with Douma means there are no limits, it means laying all the cards on the table, exposing every secret, confronting the ugly and harsh truth. In his presence, it feels like the world opens up, revealing new possibilities and unexplored territories. With Douma, there is a sense of daring and adventure, a willingness to dive deep into the unknown and embrace the rawness of life ♡

Due to his demonic nature, Douma possesses an exceptional sense of smell, enabling him to accurately detect when you're on your period

Douma has an insatiable desire to create chaos and revels in making messes. He finds pleasure in the sight of blood, whether it's on his own skin or yours. His ultimate satisfaction lies in leaving behind a trail of destruction, where stained and torn sheets serve as evidence of a job well done

In moments when your breasts feel more sensitive or tender, Douma offers gentle relief by softly kneading them for you

On a few occasions, Douma had the experience of possessing you during your period. The heightened wetness and warmth of your pussy seemed to intensify his pleasure, pushing him to the edge faster than ever before

In anticipation of your period, Douma exercises self-restraint by refraining from engaging in sex or masturbation during the preceding week. By doing so, he deliberately builds up desire and eagerly looks forward to indulging himself once your period begins

Douma finds immense pleasure in various aspects of intimacy, including the sensation of your warm walls enveloping his cock. The additional warmth during your period is particularly arousing to him, causing him to shudder with delight each time he fucks you missionary

He humorously compares himself to a tampon 😅

"You feel so fucking incredible, so damn good!" he exclaims, occasionally sinking his teeth into your shoulder, igniting a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain. You find yourself unable to contain your moans, as the sheets bunch up tightly in your hands, your thighs quivering from the powerful rhythm of his thrusts as he takes you doggy style

"Your warmth and tightness drive me insane," Douma grunts, running a hand through your hair before gripping it firmly, pulling it back as he gently bites along your neck. "You're so wet, just look at this beautiful mess," he exclaims, admiring the evidence of your desire and arousal mixed with your period blood dripping down your thighs on the sheets

"Oh, Douma! I'm going to cum!" you moan passionately, your voice echoing through the room as you bury your head into a pillow. "I can't hold on any longer! I wanna cum, baby! Please… Move, for fuck's sake!" you groan, lifting your head to glance back at the towering figure behind you

His hands grip your sides firmly, squeezing your plush flesh, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as he visibly trembles, his chest rising and falling with each movement. "If I move now, I'll reach my climax, and I don't want to do that just yet," he replies, his heated gaze fixed on you, intensifying the sensation as your walls involuntarily tighten around him. "Oh, fuck! There's an incredible amount of blood flowing from your cunt right now!" he exclaims, a hint of excitement in his voice as he withdraws his throbbing cock from your pussy

With a swift movement, he flips you over so that you once again lie on your back, ready for the next phase of your intimate encounter. Douma's tongue delves into your sensitive core, pressing firmly against your walls, while his thumb skillfully rubs circles over your clit - his sole purpose is to bring you pleasure. Douma has a remarkable knack for discovering all the spots on your body that drive you to the brink of madness

You find yourself gripping onto his silver hair again as your hips begin to buck uncontrollably. A whine escapes your lips when he eventually pulls away, leaving you feeling empty and yearning for more. Douma licks his lips and wipes his mouth, cleansing away the traces of your blood

Understanding the need to not keep you waiting, Douma swiftly substitutes his tongue with his throbbing cock, effortlessly sliding it inside you. "Oh, fuck, Y/N. You're dripping wet. My little, fucking lotus!"

Blushing at the sounds his thrusts produce, you raise your hips to meet his movements, biting your lip in a mix of pleasure and anticipation. As you do, you realize that your uterus is beginning to relax, a thought that brings a contented smile to your face

Douma spreads your legs slightly, creating a more comfortable position for smoother entry after he again withdraws. He hooks your legs around his waist, and with deliberate slowness, he pushes his cock inside you

"Fuck!" Douma's breath hitches as he releases himself inside you, panting heavily before collapsing beside you; your mixed cums dripping out of your abused pussy

Your body trembling with pleasure as you cling onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. The pain that once lingered has now completely dissipated, leaving you in a state of blissful satisfaction

[1tad0ri]

hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now���he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

[notanotherreidgirl]

I just had an idea based on my recent health experience: What if Spence had to wear a Holter for 24 or 72 hours to measure his heart's activity (maybe as part of the FBIs health checks) ? And he has to take notes of everything he does so that they can match it with the information collected so he cannot have sex or masturbate unless he's willing to justify his increased heart activity to a team of doctors. So, reader being reader, decides to drive him nuts, teasing him again and again because she knows he can't do anything about it. (Does he end up cumming in his pants because he's trying so hard not to touch himself and increase his heart rate?) ☺️🥰

Love ya! Have a great day!

Let's Get Physical

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, edging, blowjob, grinding, coming in pants

Word Count: 1380 (i'm inclined to just call this a full fic)

A/N: First, an apology. This has been in my inbox for quite a while and I am very sorry about the wait. Secondly, I made this entire scenario up after doing some minimal research on Holter monitors so it might not make sense.

Spencer gave Hotch’s door a light tap before taking a deep breath and then giving two sharp knocks. “Come in”

The door swung open and Derek patted him on the shoulder with a smile as he exited, no doubt having just received a glowing report regarding his physical health. Spencer dropped into the seat, casting a quick glance at the team of health professionals on Hotch’s couch and immediately regretting it. They were very clinical looking - pressed white lab coats, hair combed and gelled back, clipboards piled with papers, already scribbling away and speaking among themselves in hushed voices. “Ok Dr. Reid, we just have a few questions to ask you regarding your health practices and then we’ll take a look at the results from the Holter Monitor. Is that alright?”

“Um yeah. Yeah, that’s fine” he glanced over at Hotch who was leafing through Spencer’s notes with a raised eyebrow. The first few questions about his diet and lifestyle practices were easy but then came the dreaded evaluation of the Holter measurements. “Now we just have a few questions about some of the readings from the Holter. I see there was a bit of a spike right after you put it on that you attributed to nerves?”

“O-oh uh yeah, I was just a little nervous about having it on. That was it.” But that wasn’t the exact truth.

---

You had Spencer sit cross-legged on the bed without his shirt when he came home with the Holter. He was explaining how it worked as you studied the diagram detailing how to put it on. You slipped the wearable recording device over his head and climbed into his lap, surreptitiously rocking your hips into his as you untangled the wires. His hands encircled your waist, adjusting your angle so your clothed core ran against his entire length. You attached the electrodes carefully, kissing each patch of skin before covering it. His breath came out in soft pants as his release mounted and he squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he was about to come, you clicked the machine on and his eyes flew open.

“Wait, Y/N! I can’t - I’m supposed to keep my heart rate down.” The panic in his voice was evident and you smirked. If there was one thing you knew about Spencer it was that he liked succeeding. One might even say he liked winning - 3 Ph.Ds, prolific poker player, unsubs behind bars - so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that he was keen on passing his health evaluation. You trailed a hand down his chest, feeling the pounding heart he was trying to calm with deep breaths. “If you say so, doc”

---

The evaluator’s next question snapped him from his reverie. “That sounds fine but there was a concerning increase in your heart activity at 2 AM. It says here that you were exercising, specifically sprinting?”

Spencer dropped the pen he had been twirling and dove under his chair to get it. “Ah yes, I - uh - those are my nightly sprints.”

If Hotch’s eyebrows went up any farther they’d disappear in his hairline. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation when he spotted your face peeking out through an opening in his office blinds. You darted away quickly, sprinting back to your desk. Meanwhile, Spencer mentally chastised himself for his lack of self-restraint, saying that he was doing sprints at 2 AM was stupid but it was the only thing he could think of that could somewhat explain his elevated heart rate without revealing his actual activities.

---

He couldn’t sleep with the monitor on, tossing and turning in your arms until he rolled onto his back and let out a frustrated huff. You sleepily propped yourself up on your elbow. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

He scooted in closer, curling his body into yours and burying his face into your tits. He whined, “Can’t sleep with this thing on me”

“Oh, poor baby. Do you need me to make you feel better?” You dipped a hand down the front of his pajama pants and he automatically pressed his hips forward, used to you soothing him in this way after nightmares. He was already half-hard and you stroked him softly before sliding down the bed. His whimpers at the loss of your breasts exploded into loud moans as you swallowed his length, running your tongue up the underside of his cock and sucking at the tip before taking him back into your throat. Usually, you would take your time but you were feeling particularly wicked tonight, bringing a hand up to cradle his balls as the other forced his wild hips down onto the bed. Once again you pulled away just as his orgasm began to materialize and he threw his head back against the pillows, whines devolving into a choked sob. “We wouldn’t want to mess up your Holter results, now would we?”

Needless to say, he didn’t get any sleep that night.

---

“Well Dr. Reid, this kind of activity is most unusual and frankly quite concerning. Your heart rate even shot up right before you returned the monitor which you again attributed to nerves.” Spencer’s face reddened as he recalled the events that transpired that morning.

---

He was pacing down a vacant hallway in the basement of the Bureau, willing his nerves away. He was sure he would fail. Could you even fail one of these evaluations? Probably. If anyone could fail it would be Spencer. Between the events of the last 24 hours and the fact that Derek was going right before him, he knew he was screwed. And then as if the universe were conspiring against him there you were coming out of the printer room, heels clicking against the floor, hips swaying, a form-fitting blouse leaving just enough to the imagination. And Spencer had a very vivid imagination. Watching you float towards him was really all it took to have him standing at attention, heart rate skyrocketing. But you were ever the overachiever, threading his tie between your fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. Your knee came up between his legs and he automatically rocked into you, still worked up from your relentless denial. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss and applying even more pressure. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Trying your very hardest to control yourself. It’s adorable.”

It didn’t even occur to Spencer that he had to return the monitor along with his notes in less than 10 minutes, he was cumming in his pants as soon as the praise left your lips, whining into your mouth as he finally attained his long-awaited release. He looked down at you in shock as you stepped back. “Shit, Y/N! What do I do? They’re gonna call me up in 5 minutes!”

You gave him a mocking look of sympathy as you smoothed the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “Guess you better get cleaned up then”

---

“Dr. Reid, I’d like to see you again for a follow-up.” The doctor on the left scribbled their name on the bottom of a form and handed it to Spencer. He gave the paper a quick glance before looking over at Hotch with wide eyes. Help me.

Hotch sighed, taking the form from Spencer and giving it a quick scan before returning it to the evaluation team. “As we know, Dr. Reid has had a tumultuous history with these physical assessments. However, he is an invaluable member of this team and has proven himself in the field time and time again. I don’t see any reason to prolong this evaluation. Now if you’ll excuse us, I believe Dr. Reid was your last appointment of the day”

They protested but Hotch fixed them with his trademark stare and they stood up to leave. “Very well, but Dr. Reid will not be exempt from his yearly fitness test this time.”

Spencer gulped, watching them file out the room. He turned to Hotch thanking him as he took his file and turned to leave, glad it was over. But before he could leave, Hotch cleared his throat. “I take it Y/N will be helping you train for your fitness test”

[stargazingthenightaway]

See Something You Like? Part 1

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Oral (female receiving) unwanted attention (not from main character) Dom!Rex

A/N: So I’ve decided to write a few, but what I thought would be a one shot has turned into this monster, so I’ve decided to break it down. Not sure how long it’ll be, but I get the feeling it’ll be at least 3 parts. This is inspired by @samrubio art especially her Rex pieces, go check it out! Also, if I missed any warning tags, let me know :)

It was a rarity for the firing range to be this empty. Usually it was crammed to the walls with training drills for new recruits, post mission vent sessions with the faceless targets or if you were unlucky, the cocky fly-boys trying to one-up each other, seeing who had the better ‘blaster’. If you were really unlucky, instead of leaving, their attention would turn to whoever they thought would enjoy their company, which consisted of what barely passed as a conversation before leading to the real objective, servicing the dangly bit between their legs. Their limp pick up line “I’ve got another blaster you can handle sweet cheeks” was in just as much need of an overhaul as their piloting skills. Sadly, you’ve been on the receiving end of these lack-lustre ‘invitations’ far too often and are quick to shut them down. It’s become so repetitive you can time it to the second when they make their appearance. All these boys are the same, give them a flight suit, a ship and they think they’re the Maker’s gift to the galaxy. 

‘They’re just so immature’ you think to yourself, a scowl on your face. Your last rebuffed fly-boy hasn’t gotten the memo that you’re not interested and continues to pester you. As if you’d want to spend 30 seconds listening to a dying bantha grunt into your ear, fumbling to get himself off and counting down until you’re smothered in dissatisfaction. Hard. Pass.

The only reason you have some peace is because they’re out on a mission, but you will take the reprieve. It’s a joy to have an opportunity to fit in some blaster practice without an audience. While you weren’t the worst shot in the rebellion, you certainly weren’t the best, but with enough practice you hope you’ll be placed on some off-planet missions. 

Sliding into an empty booth, you pick up one of the safety helmets, placing it on your head and type in one of the easier simulation codes on the keypad on the side of the wall. As the program calibrates, you remove the blaster from its holster on your thigh, flicking off the safety and settling into your stance. Breathe in, breathe out, shoot. This mantra helps get a rhythm going and soon you’re oblivious to everything around you except your target. The steady stream of blaster fire rings out, mixed with the sounds of high tings for each successful hit and clunky thunks with each miss. It’s pleasing to note that with each round there are more tings than there are thunks. Soon you’re drifting off with the repetitive movements, your thoughts going through your encounters with him.

Captain Rex, member of the Ghost crew and key participant of the rebellion. A legend in his own right. You had first seen him in passing, bringing up some data pads needed for a debrief and you just happened to look in his direction as you were leaving, and stars did you look. He was thick everywhere. His armour did nothing to hide his size as your gaze travelled from his barrel chest, to his thick waist, finally ending at his powerful thighs. Rex has the kind of body that makes you want to rub yourself all over him like a nexu in heat. As he spoke with Agent Fulcrum, Rex crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tight over his biceps, and your mouth watered. You were so busy ogling that Rex had finished his conversation and looked over your way.

Seeing you staring he gives you a small smirk and a wink before mouthing “see something you like?” You swear he flexed his arms a bit as he did that.

The smirk on his face grows as you feel your face heat up, hightailing it out of the debriefing room and making your way back to your office. It’s quite a while before your blush goes away, and more than one person asks if you’re feeling well. 

The next time you saw him was a bit more hands-on and it still makes you clench your thighs together when you recall this particular memory. You’d been paired as sparring partners, and if you thought Rex looked good in his armour, he was downright edible stripped down to a simple training shirt and grey sweatpants. The shirt stretched in all the right places and the pants were loose enough to provide movement where it was needed, but just snug enough to tease you about what he was packing.

You were so distracted that he easily put you on your back, repeatedly. Each time he knocked you over his thighs would bracket your own, your hands pinned by your head and the rest of his body caging you in. How in the Sith hells were you supposed to concentrate if this was exactly where you wanted to be! You clawed at whatever self-restraint you still possessed to not rub up against him, but maker he made it difficult. 

After the final throw Rex settled on your thighs and smirked down at you “What’s the matter mesh’la?” He took in your flushed cheeks, “You seem distracted, I didn’t think you’d take everything I gave you so easily.” 

Your face was on fire, your brain traitorously giving you ideas of what else you’d take from him, and how well you’d enjoy it.

“Surely you can get me on my back.” You eyes snapped up to his, “all you need to do is use your hips and thrust.”

Fuck.

You felt yourself get wet as a throb built up between your legs from just his voice alone. You needed to finish whatever this had become so you could finish your own needs, preferably in the privacy of your own bunk. With a strength that surprised even you, you took Rex’s advice to thrust your hips up, bracing you leg to provide enough leverage to push him over. The look of surprise on his face that you took his words to heart was something you would never forget. 

As you settled over his waist, his hands came up to your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips, keeping you in place. 

“Knew you could do it” His surprise had turned into a beatific smile, looking up at you as his hands squeezed your hips. “Good girl.”

The triumphant words die on your lips as you look down at him and see exactly how you’re positioned. Your hands are braced on his chest and your thighs have splayed out to the sides to fit over his waist. There is a pleasant ache along your inner thighs from the stretch. If anyone saw the suggestive scene of the pair of you right now, the gossip hotline would be buzzing for months. You made a motion to move but Rex’s hands keep you snug against himself. His thumbs had made their way under the edge of your shirt and traced light circles over your skin. Arousal flooded your veins and you felt your slick starting to soak your panties. 

You look back up to Rex’s face and he tightens his grip “See something you like mesh’la?”

Before you could answer the door burst open, causing the two of you to startle, zoning back in to the present. Chatter filled the room as Wolffe and Gregor brought in the next group of ‘shinies’ for sparring practice. The bubble of intimacy had burst and you hurriedly got off Rex, babbling some thanks about the advice before bolting out of the room. That was six weeks ago, the Ghost having left on a mission, taking Rex with them.

The buzzer in your booth goes off, signalling the end of the simulation. You’re not ready to head back to the responsibilities of intelligence just yet, so you up the intensity of another exercise and when you’re happy with your rhythm, let your thoughts turn back to Rex. 

He’d become the prominent figure in all your fantasies. Before that, neither your toys or your hands would work to get you off, leaving you frustrated and horny. In a fit of desperation you thought back to your spar, but instead of sitting on Rex’s waist you were sitting on his face.

You imagined how his arms would wrap around your thighs, muscles flexing to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you to, and that’s on his tongue. Moans fill the room as he slowly eats you out, long licks up your folds to harsh sucks on your clit. The vibrations from his groans sending you spiralling to the edge, only for him to back off when you’re so close, leaving you sobbing and trembling with need. He’d leave little nibbles and bites along your inner thighs as he waits for the trembling to stop, and his beard, fuck. Rex would nuzzle the side of his face along your legs, leaving more marks that you were his. Letting you know that he was the only one that could give you the satisfaction you craved. You’d squirm, just to feel him tighten his hold, knowing that he controlled your pleasure. 

“Look at me,” he’d growl before licking up your slit, drinking you down, “want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on my tongue.” This sends another rush of slick from your core, the feeling in your belly coiled tight, waiting to snap. You yelp as there’s a sharp bite to your thigh.

“You like it when I tell you to watch” Rex grins from between your thighs, and you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his beard. Stars that is hot. There is a feral look in his golden eyes “Next time I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of a mirror, show you how wet you get for me.”

Your needy whine of approval turns into a lascivious moan as Rex plunges his tongue into your heat, rapidly bringing your orgasm back to the edge, but this time he doesn’t stop. His tongue speeds up, alternating between fluttering around your opening and pushing in as far as he can, nose pressed into your clit. All too soon you’re flying over the edge into sweet oblivion.

With a choked scream you cum, legs clamped tight around Rex’s head, his arms pulling you closer as his tongue working furiously to collect everything that you give him. He groans in delight and that sets off another small orgasm which has you seeing white. When you finally come down from your high you look back down at Rex, a blissed out expression on your face. 

Rex has to practically lift you off him, moving you down so that you’re straddling his waist and conveniently nestling his cock between your folds, and that’s another part of him you’re all too eager to get to know. 

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, Rex puts a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your closer. You don’t need to be force sensitive to feel how smug he is, it’s written all over his face and the possessive arm draped around your waist. 

He nuzzles your nose when you’re close enough, before whispering two devastating words “Good girl.”

A blaring sound yanks you out of your daydream, and you realize that you’ve stopped shooting at the targets. The noise is the warning alarm that the simulation will shut off after 30 more seconds of inactivity. What it is is an inconvenience. You slam the pause button a little more forcefully than you need to, too riled up from your own fantasy simulation. It seems to have worked a little too well, judging by ache between your legs. 

Putting the safety back on your blaster, you drop it onto the shelf in front of the booth opening. Thinking back, there was something in Rex’s eyes as he called you “good girl”  that you can’t quite put your finger on. Discovering that you enjoyed being praised was one thing, but it seemed that Rex was holding something back, something that had to do with that phrase. Not knowing what it was set you on edge, that it could be something about you and that feeling didn’t sit well. 

There was just something about him that makes you crave his attention, wanting to please him so he’d call you “good girl” again. You shiver as you think about how he looked between your thighs, how wide you had to stretch to fit him between you legs. 

You groan to yourself, knowing you’re well and truly gone on this man, and that you’d let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as you could be his good girl. You lean forward against the small shelf, burying your head in your arms.

“Fuuuuck me.” 

“Am I interrupting something, mesh’la?”

To be continued

[jabberwalky-talky]

stepdad kira....flashing cawk...while he pissin wif da door open....I just like the idea of him being a lil startled and tryna make it out like you did it on purpose...

cw: (Pseudo Incest, Urine, Implied Underage)

This man is a deranged variety of exhibitionist. Like a parasite, he's wormed his way into your life and latched on in every respectable fashion, leeching and sucking dry the once privileged status of your privacy. Initially, you hadn't had high hopes for a new man coming into the family.

Kira had smashed those expectations into the ground, grinded his shoe into them, and spat on what brittle remnants remained.

He'd come into your life and turned it upside down without a shred of remorse, all the while winning the adoration and praises of your mother, who couldn't see past his painfully boring and unsettlingly pristine exterior. A curfew was enforced, your grades were checked ad nauseam, and a disturbingly pleasant tradition of a family dinner each night came to be.

Making six figures and driving a posh work car and versed in literature, Yoshikage Kira had a hard time drawing suspicion to him from anyone save for his stepchild. Chalk it up to bitter teen angst and a lack of trust or a case of jealousy, either way it was blaringly obvious he was hiding something to you.

Your mother, didn't think so, unfortunately. Perhaps only you were privy to the strange glint in his eye whenever he'd leer under his lashes after asking you what you thought of the latest recipe he's made for dinner. You come to find it takes a ridiculous amount of self restraint not to storm off from whatever the Hell this is - His mere presence has you shuddering under a Truman show uncanniness, as if every work out of his mouth is overly measured.

Perhaps you get to a breaking point after an overly gently reprimanding for some minor disobedience. You're under the impression your boundaries have been impeded upon by the intruder in your own home. Insomnia plagues once comfortable nights, your mind always awaiting his nightly check in to ensure you've really turned your lights off this time. If you hear the low lull of his voice one more time, you think you will tear the hair right off your scalp.

Catching dirt on this man is no easy task given how his rigid schedule involves a lot of downtime when off work consisting of meditation and stretching and surprisingly rigorous exercise. He's constantly hyperaware of his surroundings, no doubt catlike in his mannerisms, and he's got the unnerving ability to walk near silently. He hadn't thought you'd be the type to ditch school early, unaware of just how deep this little grudge of yours ran. You hadn't even unlocked the door- you'd crawled through the window, armed with the flip phone you'd bought from the mall without his knowledge. The house was in pristine condition as always, crisp and spotless ever since Kira had anything to say about it. Down the hall, the master bedroom door is open, and you can hear the too quiet shuffling of his clothes. You presume he’s getting ready to shower after his afternoon work out and had no good reason to shut the door if he was under the impression he was home alone.  You’re creeping as silently as you possibly can... maybe you’ll catch a smear of lipstick on his shirt collar, you’ll find a cigarette in his pocket- anything to imply that this man is anything less than robotically sterile. Though your heart is racing and pounding nigh in your throat, you’re suddenly hit by the sound of a gentle streaming- liquid hitting stagnant liquid. The finger over the record button falters- you can’t press it, you can’t force yourself to, not when you’re wide eyed watching your step father relive himself with his disturbingly impressive prick. 

Maybe that’s why mom likes him.  He sighs, lashes fluttering as he pisses, the steady flow a healthy pale yellow with a single hand to guide its direction. It shouldn’t be such a mesmerizing sight, his boxers pulled down, shirt just the slightest bit damp and his bangs clinging to his forehead, looking so utterly blissed out.  The second he’s done wiping himself and tucking his cock away, your eyes meet and the color drains from both of your faces. Seemingly, time slows, and you didn’t have a split second to even wipe your watering jaws, only dropping the phone and going to make a break for it when you’re snatched up by the wrist, his palm still warm.  He’s about to shove an accusatory finger in your face, pupils small, only to be interrupted-

“You didn’t wash your hands.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Burn - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: p in v, oral (f and m), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

A/N: day 11 of kinktober and the prompts were blindfold + “Hold it”. Once again, the smut is coming without revision and I’m still taking up friendship applications and beta applications which may or may not coincide. Hope you like this one, because I’m feeling dead inside.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Rationally, I knew it was stupid to feel this way. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to a date with Henry, but the truth was, nothing could have prepared me to what it would feel like to see him kissing someone else, having to sell that he was in love with another woman because that was a part of what he did to make a living.

But I had the best boyfriend, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed to feel better about the entire situation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked as I slowly grinded against his belly muscles, appreciating the view of my very strong boyfriend stripped naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. 

“I-I’m okay,” he answered in the form of a whisper, almost like he was afraid to break the sexual atmosphere of the room, but I pouted. That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. It made me feel like I wasn’t doing my job right.

“Only okay?” I had to clarify, running one of my fingers over his bottom lip, before pulling it down and biting it until I heard him gasp. “You’re breaking my heart, honey. Would you prefer if it was Keyra doing this with you?”

The reaction was immediate. His body tensed up, and by the abrupt movement of his arms, I could see he had tried to move them to hold me, but the restraints made it impossible for him to do so.

“No, darling. Absolutely not. You’re the only one I want like this, the only one I trust enough to share this experience with.” I melted. Who wouldn’t, after such a declaration from the man you love?

“I know, baby,” I calmed him, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his lips, watching in amusement as he tried to follow me in the hopes of deepening it. “I’m only messing with you.” I resumed the movements over his abs, needing to feel a little bit more friction on my clit. His answering groan warned me of how truly pained he was feeling at the whole situation.

“Not being able to see you grinding against my chest is the most terrible punishment you could administer.” I had to giggle at his dramatics. Only my bear of a boyfriend would feel so terrible at having his girlfriend controlling his pleasure for once.

“Well, maybe this way you can understand how I feel everytime you film a love scene with another person.” He sucked in a breath, immediately shutting up, and I almost felt bad about my honest remark, but I decided he was mature enough to be able to suck it up. He was the one to suggest our current activity, after all.

“You know what? I don’t see why your punishment should be mine, too. I wanna cum, and you’re gonna make me cum.” I climbed over his body until my legs were on each side of his face, and I tried to ignore the cheshire cat smile Henry was trying very hard to suppress at the prospect of eating me out. “You remember what you have to do when you need to come up for air? Ok.”

After making sure he was reminded of the safe gesture we had anticipated for this kind of activity (a bite on my inner thigh), I lowered myself to meet his waiting tongue, that stood perfectly pointed up at me.

���Fuck,” I immediately breathed out, as always pleasantly surprised at just how incredible Henry was at eating pussy. He treated it like some sort of exotic, delicious dish, and he loved how wet he could make me get just so there was more for him to taste. “You’re too good at this,” I jested, wrapping my fingers around his curls, taking advantage of the fact that he had allowed his hair to get longer for this last role. I loved it like this, I loved being able to use it to try to control his movements.

But tonight, I didn’t have to try. I was the one in control. 

I rode Henry’s face slowly, still too self-aware in this position, but the second his lips wrapped around my clit, I was a goner. Gripping the headboard in front of me, I let myself sit more comfortably in his face, trusting in his use of the safety measure if it was necessary, and I relaxed, enjoying the filthy symphony that my moans and his slurping sounds created in our bedroom. 

As my high approached, he must have sensed it, because his licking became more feral, growls escaping his lips and reverberating against me as I started to fully grind my pussy against his face, crying out every time I bumped on his nose.

And then, I flooded his lips with my essence, temporarily blacking out before scrambling to get out of his face, so he could properly breathe again. I felt like my heart was fluttering at the sight of his perfect lips arranged in a full-on pout.

“You didn’t let me enjoy my meal properly!”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this at all, remember?” He still looked like I had deeply hurt him, so I leaned down to properly kiss him for the first time that night. Henry moaned against my lips when I deepened our kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with mine as I appreciated my own taste. When we separated again, I was slightly out of breath and his lips were a shade of pink that denounced just how roughly we’d been kissing.

“Didn’t take you for having an asphyxiation kink,” I whispered against his lips, making him smile. “Now, I think it’s about time I take care of you, huh? Let me help you.” Henry didn’t say anything to that, knowing a trap when he heard one. In fact, I could see that he was holding his breath, as I made my way down his body, until I was staring at his perfect cock. The second I wrapped my hand around it, a deep, guttural groan escaped from Henry’s chest.

“Well, someone’s been feeling deprived.” I smiled at my boyfriends chuckle, knowing that was the very idea of the exercise we were currently partaking in, only now it was time for the real torture. Slowly, I licked a strip from the base of his cock until his leaking head, allowing myself to shallowly suck the precum there before immediately releasing his member.  

“You do taste wonderfully,” I teased, licking my own lips to chase the remnants of his taste. My only response was another groan, this one more tortured than the last. “And we’re only getting started, baby.”

I leaned down to wrap my lips around his dick once more, this time going further down after spending a few minutes sucking on the head of his member. Each new inch I uncovered had me retreating until only the head was between my lips, until I was bobbing my head and sucking the life out of him.

Henry’s P.O.V.

Going from practically no stimulation to the best blowjob of my life was making me feral with the intensity of the reactions she provoked on my body. My heartbeat had accelerated to a point not even running could achieve, and I swear that if I was standing, my knees would have given out on me.

Within minutes, I could feel my sack weighing heavier, signaling a fast approaching release I knew she wouldn’t grant me. Still, I allowed myself to entertain the idea of cumming on her perfect mouth, filling her up with my seed and hearing her satisfied little moan at my taste on her tongue. 

“Hold it.” Two words, and yet the effect was instantaneous, if only because at the sight of me fighting against my restraints as my orgasm approached, she immediately retreated until only her fist remained on my erection, massaging it just enough to keep it alive.

The slow, shallow movements were worse than nothing at all, somehow. I couldn’t keep the disappointed groan that made her laugh from showing just how devastated I truly was, but her answering laugh came with the feeling of her warm cunt rubbing against the blunt head of my cock, so I felt like a reward was on the horizon for me.

“Do you miss this?” I knew what she was referring to, and I also knew the answer without even needing to think about it. There were few things I loved in life more than being inside of her, and in that moment, I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Madly.” She chuckled at my answer, and I could perfectly imagine her shaking her head at me, a cute little smile on her face as she averted her gaze, still incapable of accepting just how much I truly loved and desired her.

“How is it that you always know just what to say?” It was my turn to chuckle, but it turned into a hiss as she calmly positioned my cock over her hole and leisurely sat down on it, like it was no big deal at all.

I knew better, however. It was in the way her nails bit on my navel as the muscles in her thighs struggled to accept the tempo of the movement she was performing. I knew she was relishing in the burn of my member stretching her, like it always did anytime I penetrated her, no matter how thoroughly I fucked her nightly. She always struggled to take me in, and I can’t say it wasn’t a huge ego booster.

“Tell me what you want,” she ordered, and I licked my lips at the prospect of finally getting my way. 

“I want to fill that perfect little pussy until it’s dripping out of you, even with my cock still buried in there.” I didn’t have to see to know that she shivered at my words. I could feel it through the connection between our bodies, and I took devious delight in it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Well, I couldn’t say that he didn’t earn it. Just his words were enough to get me hornier than I’d ever been before I met Henry, and my hips moved on their own accord, until I was riding him with an ardor I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling. I didn’t even know I had the muscle strength to express it.

Nonetheless, we’re capable of a lot when we’re thrown in the fits of passion, I’d come to learn. And for Henry, I was pretty much down to do anything. So I just accepted the burst of energy and held on his chest for the ride, taking the opportunity to oggle my boyfriend freely even though I could see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. 

He still looked perfect, and absolutely ruined, his mouth open in a silent O as he panted and tried to thrust up against me as I fucked myself on his cock, but his desperation didn’t allow him to match our tempos. 

I still knew just how to make him cum with me, though.

Planting my knees on the mattress more firmly, I leaned over him to change the angle he was hitting inside of me, making sure the head of his cock was pounding against my sweet spot each time he was snuggled deep inside of me. And then, I threw myself back at his member furiously, determined to reach my own high and bring him with me. 

“Come on, honey, didn’t you say you wanted to fill me up? Here’s your chance. Fill me up, daddy. I wanna have your cum dripping out of me, making a mess on our bed. Please, cum inside of me. Please, please, please.” Each word that came out of my lips was accompanied by a jolt of my hips, and soon enough, Henry’s cock was twitching inside of me just when I, too, reached that euphoric high. 

I’d barely caught my breath and he was already struggling against the restraints, wordlessly begging me to release him, and I had to roll my eyes at his antics. “There you go, was that really so hard?” I asked after I’d freed him from the handcuffs and he immediately took off the blindfold, his hands coming up to squeeze a breast before rubbing all over my body, like he was trying to make up for lost time. 

“Darling, I think you know better than anyone just how hard I was.” I had to laugh, thankful to have his hands on me again after, in reality, depriving myself of his touch, but he really wasn’t wrong in what he was saying.

“Oh, yeah, I can attest to that. Specially since you’re still pretty hard inside of me.” Before I could understand what was happening, he had rolled us over until he was the one hovering over me, his cock still nested deep inside my pussy.

“And I know just the way to solve that problem.”

[writteninsunshine]

Whipped Cream - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFW

Title: Whipped Cream

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s Bedroom

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Erotic/Romance

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 398

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 9 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, Food Play, Food Fetish, Body Worship, Orgasm Denial, Drug Use, Nipple Play, Macro/Micro, Bondage, Restraints

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Maybe it was cliché but Fizzarolli wasn't complaining.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

OKAY, so this one was just a little self-indulgent thing I wanted to play with. Whipped cream or chocolate sauce is so good, and nipple play is something I love to indulge in in fiction. I want Ozzie to have pierced nipples but it isn’t important for this fic. I know it’s short but I think it’s good as it is.

Since it’s NSFW from the start, the whole thing is under a cut.

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

Whipped Cream

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“You look so fucking good, Babe.” Fizzarolli purred, licking his lips as he placed the maraschino cherry in the center of the whipped cream hill he’d made on one of Ozzie’s nipples. The heart-shaped areola had guided him in making a heart heaped with cream until it was a veritable mountain. Making a show of lolling his forked tongue out, he licked a careful rut into the side, “I could just eat you up.”

“Mmmmfffffuuck, don’t keep me waiting, sexy.” Asmodeus moaned lowly, his hips raising a little. With his arms and legs spread apart wide by the straps at each corner of the bed, he was a delicious meal just waiting to be savored. Granted, it seemed that Fizzarolli wanted to start with dessert.

Slowly leaning over and sucking the cherry into his mouth, Olli chewed and swallowed the fruit with the stem held between his teeth and gums. Tying the stem into a knot, he produced it for the other’s viewing pleasure earning him another loud moan. The Alpha purred nice and loud, extending his legs back to wrap around the other’s cock and give him a playful stroke. Dipping his tongue into the tunnel he’d made to swipe it against the other’s nipple, he relished in the little abortive thrust Ozzie tried to give him, the desperate braying making Ollie’s hips roll down into Ozzie’s ribcage.

“Due time, Babe, due time,” Olli promised, licking some more whipped cream off of the outside of the heart. Trailing his mouth around it, he finally lowered down over the other’s nipple completely and sucked hard, his face sticky with the whipped cream clinging to his chin and nose. Ozzie’s cry of pleasure was uproarious, and his hips twitched again as he panted and gasped. The ecstasy in his system was making this so much better, he was so sensitive and reactive, and Fizzarolli loved it. By the time he had cleaned the other’s nipple completely of the sweet, sugary mess, Ozzie was babbling and begging mindlessly.

“Mmm, that’s it, Baby Doll,” Fizzarolli purred, leaning over to get another cherry out of the jar, “Just gotta do the other one, alright?” The groan that earned him only spurred him on further as he repeated his previous routine with the other nipple. 

Ozzie was going to come just from this, and he was going to make damn sure of it.

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AN: Just a little short one this time, I love challenging myself to write smaller smut scenes. It’s fun and also a good exercise in self-control for me. I like to write large smut scenes usually.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 9 - Food

[rocorambles]

Omg thank you 🥺 I’m the anon who took the LSAT this weekend. You’re so sweet, and your response really made me feel better about the whole thing. I thought of a Noya request, but again, no worries if you’re too busy!

Tbh I would really love a Noya who’s a little frustrated because reader’s been busy working and not giving him much attention. Maybe he’s starting to notice she’s burning out and decides he’s got to get her to take a break. And after a bit of initial resistance they share a nice smutty evening...

I’m glad my response made you feel better and I hope this drabble only adds to the good vibes~

Warnings: NSFW

Nishinoya knows how important studying is for you, how much you love the path you’ve chosen, even if he doesn’t understand your fondness for countless cups of coffee and a handful of hours of sleep (if even that). He loves watching the way your brows furrow as you scan over your notes and textbooks, loves observing how beautiful and passionate you are as your eyes light up when something clicks in your head, loves nodding along as you excitedly go on and on about an interesting case you read through. He doesn’t really understand what you’re saying and can’t really follow along, but that’s alright. You’re happy, so he’s happy and he rests his head on your lap as you pore over more and more pages. 

But Nishinoya has never been known to be patient or for his self-control and he grows more and more antsy as your exams come up and you barely spare him even a good morning or a chaste kiss, too busy squinting at your laptop or accidentally falling asleep right on your desk mid-study session. 

It would be one thing if this was just another exam or assignment that was due and as frustrating as it is, Nishinoya is fairly good at entertaining himself, his right hand getting some extra exercise in as he keeps him and his libido from distracting you until he can pounce on you the second you’re done. 

But it isn’t and he can feel distress mixing with his touch starved appetite as he sees the fire he had loved about you dwindling down to mere embers, as he feels anxiety, stress, and doubt tearing you apart. And when he hears you sobbing alone in the bathroom one late night when you think he’s fast asleep, he can’t hold himself back any longer. 

You shriek as the bathroom door is slammed upon, hastily trying to hide your tear-stained face away from your lover. But maybe you needed this more than you had thought because as soon as you feel familiar wiry arms tug you in close and inhale Nishinoya’s comforting scent, you’re breaking down again, soaking his shirt with your tears as you clutch onto him, basking in the way he just silently holds you and lets you cry away the heavy weight on your shoulders, sharing your burden with him. 

The silence doesn’t last long though and you giggle when you can practically feel Nishinoya vibrate in anticipation, guiltily trying not to push you so fast after your emotional breakdown, but also doing a terrible job hiding how excited he is about getting to hold you in his arms once again. You suppose he deserves a reward for all his self-control and if you’re being honest, now that you’re here, pressed against his toned body, arousal begins to flicker through your pent-up body. And in silent encouragement, you playfully plant your lips against his, humming in pleasure at the feel of his skin against your before pulling away with a slight nip to his lower lip and a mischievous smile on your lips at the wide-eyed look of shock and hope on his face. 

You squeal when strong arms quickly lift you up, Nishinoya bounding towards your shared bedroom and throwing you on to the soft mattress. But your laughter is swiftly cut off by breathy moans and gasps as hungry lips kiss and suck your neck and collarbone, greedy hands roughly kneading your breasts while simultaneously ridding you of any pesky fabric that inhibits their access, Nishinoya’s groin eagerly grinding against yours. 

And then you’re wailing, internally cursing yourself for not letting him do this sooner, for withholding this pleasure from both of you these past few months of studying as a hot wet mouth wraps around your nipples, tongue flicking the aroused buds, calloused fingertips diving between your already drenched pussy alternating between fondling your clit and stretching you open. 

But as much as Nishinoya could happily lose himself in just playing with your chest, his throbbing cock and heavy balls ache in need and desperation and deeming you sufficiently prepared, he slips inside of you in one smooth motion, groaning when he’s finally balls deep inside of you, biting hard on his lower lip as he uses every last bit of restraint he has to not just fuck you hard into the mattress in a chase to his own end. 

Confused, you whine, weakly pawing at your lover, tightening your sopping wet pussy around his cock to spur him on. But your face heats up when intense eyes pin you down, lust and love swirling in an intoxicating cocktail, moaning into the sloppy kiss he bestows upon you, returning his feverishly muttered mantra of “I love you, I love you, I love you”, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he smoothly ruts in and out of you all the while. 

It’s intoxicating, addicting, the way his cock drags and rubs against your walls, nudging at the spongy spot inside of you that has your jaw going slack. But you want more, more, more and how can Nishinoya resist when you’re screaming his first name, begging and pleading like your life depends on it, like you need his cock to survive? 

And just like that, any self-control he had shatters to pieces as he brutally slams into you, pounding in and out of your gummy walls, losing himself in the lewd symphony of your bodies connecting and your pleasured cries echoing through the room. You’re not faring any better and your orgasm crashes over you, surprising you with its intensity and suddenness, body convulsing and writhing underneath your lover and as your walls clamps down around him, milking him, he thrusts one last time inside of you, filling you deep inside as he empties his balls inside of you, marking you with hot sticky white stripes. 

There’s only the sound of your panting breaths as he collapses next to you, exhaustedly pulling your still twitching body into his arms and you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, letting yourself bask in the sweet blissful afterglow, heavy eyelids fluttering shut. 

But a dopey smile spreads across your face and you deliriously laugh at the cheeky comment that flits through your ear before you fall fast asleep. 

“We should do more of these study breaks.”

[actualbird]

djgdgj I was having such a fun time reading Luke and mc's suffering with beer and then you hit me with Vyn's section wHY

Poor Luke and mc having to drink beer of all things. Literally everyone around me who drinks talks about how it tastes bad so my heart goes out to the two of them. From then on the two of them never go near beer ever again.

Marius making fun of Vyn and his wine tasting fgidgi perfection. There's this post on tumblr talking about how easy it is to scam wine connoisseurs and how they can't tell the difference between the high quality vintage wine and cheap wine. Once Marius finds it it's over for Vyn. Marius just gained some incredibly strong ammo and he will absolutely use it as much as he can. It'll be an exercise in self restraint for Vyn to not bash him over the head after that. The last section with Vyn and his father had me in so much pain. To have something he liked be ruined by memories...

dgjdfu poor Marius alcohol really doesn't taste good to a child. I'm just imagining mc mentioning the whiskey Luke had in his Christmas SR and Marius immediately being disappointed in Luke. He respects his tastes and the sentimental value of the whiskey but also his tastes are wrong.

DGJDGDJ CELESTINE GOING TO BRING A SHOVEL I LOVE HER. Artem don't complain your friends are amazing and I wish I had them. Celestine and Neil never let him near alcohol when it's not for work reasons ever again. After Atmospherics, Artem wakes up with a hangover, remembers the behaviour that Neil and Celestine noted down and immediately starts panicking. He really did just subject mc to his drunken shenanigans.

All of them are braver than me sigh the smell of alcohol alone ensures I'm never touching it if I can help it. I absolutely loved this headcanon alcohol shenanigans are my absolute favourite.

🌌

irt when and how each of the nxx team first drank alcohol

hi, milkyway :DDD

i gotta keep u guys on ur toes!!! funnies one second, strained relationship with vyn's father in the next second, HAHA.

i did try to temper vyn's section with marius being a loveable pain in the ass and kjBKSJKF UR RIGHT!! idk anything about winetasting, both how it supposedly works and how it's supposedly ease to fool winetasters, but if marius manages to convince vyn that this 5stellin bottle of wine is tooootally a renowned vintage from a little unknown town in italy, well. marius is never gonna let vyn live that down.

but yep, ive been on a kick lately of thinking about vyn's relationship with his dad. i watched vyn's bday2 ssr where his dad shows up but i watched it when i had covid HAHA so my memory is kinda fuzzy but overall there was just this vibe like......it's not an unsalvageable relationship, but it's one that has vibes from vyn that are like "why are you here i dislike you i do not want to see you" and vibes from dad de haspran that are like "i wish i was a better father." or maybe that was my covid symptoms talking, i'll have to rewatch the card HAHA.

beer sucks!! IT SUCKS, IT TASTES SO BAD I HATE IT!!! but also when i was a teenager, beer was like the most common alcohol to know about? also the easiest to buy and smuggle places esp if ur Not Sposed To Have It. shoutout to that legendary student in my high school who apparently filled their jug with some kind of alcoholic drink and took swigs of it in class and did not get caught. insane behavior but also rlly impressive!!!

luke and mc dont stay away from all beers after that, but they never drink that specific brand ever again. and in general, beers r just on thin ice. luke, once hes got his bartending experience, can mix drinks that taste waaaaay better

JSBFKJSD WAIT UR RIGHT LOL, this hc in conjunction with SSR Atmospherics creates that hilarious reaction from artem. he panic texts celestine before coming into the office in the last bit of that story like "Does she look disgusted by the general order of the world and maybe the entire concept of who I am as a person?" and celestine texts back "She mostly just looks sleepy, lol"

and all i will say about marius is this: BLEH!!!!!

glad u liked the hc post hehe :3!!!

[weabooweedwitch]

I don’t want this to come across as, like, pity because it’s not and I’m sure you don’t want that, I mean this in the normalest, friendliest, least parasocial way possible because having followed you for years and spoke to you a few times it sucks that you are in this situation and have had to repeatedly go through it: can we help you somehow? Ko fi donations, Amazon wishlist, therapy fund etc? Is there anything we could do to make things a little more bearable?

For one I just wanna say that it actually just in itself means a lot that people are wanting to help me or at least vocally reaching out because like.. this is such a big world we're living in and its so easy to feel like i dont mean shit or matter for shit or can change shit at all so its nice to know that like. I dunno.. im glad i was able to kinda find this space for myself because like i dont really have a social life and without you guys (using "you guys" as a general word for all of my online friends rn) i wouldn't have anyone else to turn to

And also I don't perceive you guys wanting to help me as pity at all and really its kind of just validation because I'm basically 24/7 doubting myself and "am I valid for x, am I valid for y" so when im having kind of a crisis and people actually say "shit bro you ok" that feels better than like. I dunno. What does mother usually say. Stuff that's meant to be supportive but is kind of just toxic positivity like "You're overreacting and don't even think about it" which, those can be valid grounding techniques but like, you usually try and soothe the initial feeling first and then tell yourself not to think about it if you're obsessing over it

So I typed up what accidentally turned into a huge paragraph but, as nice as an Amazon wishlist sounds --because it makes me feel good people like me and gifts are always nice of course-- I would feel guilty for even making that public, and, to be realistic, my rent is very cheap and the only reason I don't have a lot of savings is because I keep spending money on bullshit. I kind of need to exercise restraint and actually save money because uh like I've been working for like 2 or 3 years now and I basically still have what I started with. So. I guess TLDR is "i would feel guilty accepting gifts i can technically afford for myself and also I would feel like a total chump beggar 😔". Maybe when I learn more self kindness I'll feel less guilt accepting gifts I guess? Where i am right now, it just feels like I'm being, I dunno, manipulative

Monetary donations are kind of the same and I'm stricter on that and try not to take money unless there's some kind of emergency. I do worry about money a lot but its usually always in the "how can I support myself on my own in the future" sense. I mean, most people put away a small part of every paycheck, but my savings account actually kind of expired and got closed so I just have the one checking one and uh, it's easy for me to keep pulling out of it, you know 💀 but that circles back to "i have to personally learn how to exercise financial restraint" and also like. Let's not. Think about how all the socioeconomic policies in America aren't even remotely in my control so I should uh try and ignore that technically no job is paying enough and everyone has to have roommates or a spouse to afford anything 😅

And also. Yeah I'm ok on like therapy funds and stuff because I'm actually on state insurance, actually I'm trying to cut down my work hours to guarantee I stay in the right financial bracket so I can keep it. I was talking to a couple people last night and I might consider going to a doctor again soon but im really hesitant about it. It kinda seems like I need a more thorough evaluation from a psychiatrist and. Well.

I think my first "big goal" for right now is that I should put some money aside and. Uh. Well. Kinda quit my job for a while so I can focus on those sorts of things. I feel really bad even saying that but the fact is, the fact is, im a person with severe mental illness and depression and my current job involves random strangers constantly constantly treating me like shit and sometimes getting very verbally abusive and aggressive and sometimes just having someone suddenly approach me can be very startling? Did I ever tell you guys about the time a random older man just came up from behind me and briefly grabbed me from behind? It was ad a joke and I was on edge watching my peripheral vision for motion that entire week

So I guess to make a long story short I think I should. Focus on what I want to do in terms of medicine right now and really fight to pursue the fact I think some really important diagnoses have been missed, and to do that without a lot of stress, to have a flexible schedule to see a doctor, I think the best decision is to take off work for a while, which I think is a good idea anyways? So to do that with a clear conscience I just want to have a few months of my portion of rent and then some extra in my bank account so I won't have to stress about immediately getting back to work or getting a new job. Because that's another decision I have to make: for I want to brave the current job market and look for another job and risk the one I currently have.

Long answer is long but I have a lot of thoughts right now 💀 talking with you guys has been a huge help in of itself so thats the only payment I'll accept for right now 🥰

[certifiedceraunophile]

Hi! A fan of your writing here. I just love the way you write Caroline. An Avoidable Heart is my comfort fic and I am constantly in awe with the way you write and craft the dynamics in that story. Caroline's inner monologue is just priceless and God! I just love that intro scene where Caroline is walking into the Mikaelson compound with vampires and hybrids in the surrounding ready to pounce on her.

I would love to hear how you would have visualized Caroline crossing over into TO or not? Like in what season and why? How it would have likely gone?

Thank you!

First of all lovely anon gimme a moment to breathe, asdfghjkl why are people so lovely 😭😭🥺✨ It means sooo much to me that you’d take the time to jump into my inbox and send these kind words, like please I’m not worthyyyyy, But you make me smile and feel really freaking warm so *handcuffs your hand to mine* you aint leaving 💖✨💞🙃

But OK ALSO oh my god dude THAT CAROLINE WALTZS INTO THE COMPOUND AND TAKES ON A COUPLE HUNDRED VAMPIRES BY HERSELF SCENE???? Ughhhhh I’m sorry but I have SUCH a boner for Caroline in that, like my badass -I admit kinda op- QUEEN IS HERE and she’s fucking shit up, I’m sorry but I love that scene so much it’s so dear to me I was killing myself over how self-indulgent and grossly Over powered Caroline is but like idgaf man it’s such a hot scene and Caroline is practically invincible and we just love to see that, so seriously lovely anon, you telling me you LOVE that scene??? Puts the biggest smile on my face and reassures me a LOT bc I was whining and cribbing over how absolutely unbalanced that scene is to literally everyone BUT LIKE YOU JUMPING OUT OF NOWHERE and pointing that exact scene UGHH…...meant to fucking be the both of us 💖💞✨

And ALSO Caroline’s monologue is quite honestly the easiest inner monologue out of the three voices I wrote for that work, Klaus’s is the real pain in the ass tbvh like it is NOT easy writing pretentious besotted losers with a Kardashian complex especially when you need to make them sound cool when they’re the lamest OP dude bros to ever exist - and no I don’t hate Klaus although I seem to try my darndest to convince ppl I do- I just personally believe that a feral fucker like that with a thousand years of existence under his belt can grow a pair and graduate from his kindergarten level of emotional maturity to adult sometime soon, But then on the flipside he’s so grossly adorkably smitten and feral for Caroline plus hella horny for her all the time that its usually easy to write the trashed and devoted idiot he is into something pretentious and powerful and potent when relating to his unflappable arrogance and his narcissism, but sometimes I also need him to be *deep* and ffs profound for the sake of the plot and jfc my muse just wont work with me on that, she’s like I’m sorry I’m not about to bust my ass to make this mongrel intelligible like no sir all I wanna do is make him uncomfortably horny for Caroline and leave him like that.

So smh yeah the struggle is real….but lmao Caroline is just so precious and fiercely protective and just so achingly lonely in that story, so desperate for connection and trust and intimacy yet so guarded and impervious to everyone like it hurts me to write her like that but it really challenges me as an author to balance out her inherent light with the “void” I create in her and through her, so yeah it’s a very fulfilling task and I wouldnt change it one bit, and also I had to balance out her physical op-ness w half a millennium of the ugliest emotional trauma lol so I guess that figures, but the point being….once again I am overjoyed knowing that you liked a facet of the story that I tried so hard to make as authentically Caroline and achingly real and moving as I can and I cannot possibly feel more accomplished than rn for it so ty ty ty ty for reaching out to me and telling me *tackle hugs* It makes me GIDDY knowing that you enjoyed that particular part of the story like ugh stab me please you're too sweet.

And ok NOW, coming to The Originals part of the ask, (also please note that when I say TO headcanon; Hope does not exist, Hayley is a dead in a ditch and ofc Klaus will stop being that lil bitch they tried to pawn off as Klaus in TO) 

HEADCANON 1

Honestly my biggest headcanon when it comes to TO crossovers somehow always include non-humanity!Caroline like it’s just so perfect to me?? The opportunity to make shit BLOW UP b/w them like imagine the DEBAUCHERY, the heat, the SEXUAL TENSION, the repression of one Klaus Mikaelson, the EXPLORATIONS, and omg the role reversal when Klaus has to be the voice of moral reason between them and not bc he believes Caroline would not be able to stand herself if she does something heinous and monstrous but bc he wants her to be completely and utterly herself, and yk *aware*, when she DECIMATES ppl to the ground and is in full-on predator mode, like he wants her monster to come out and play with him when no part of Caroline is locked away or suppressed, so obviously when she is w/o her humanity KLAUS exercises restraint on her behalf, like can you imagine that, Klaus restraining himself and being the vague, extremely broken and just largely inaccurate moral compass between the two of them for ALL the wrong reasons- and the entirety of NOLA just standing there watching him herd this baby vampire who seems to be intent on riling him up and angering him when all she is doing is giving him a massive hybrid hard on, like IMAGINE THE GOODNESS of non-humanity Caroline wrecking NOLA and Klaus letting her wreck it bc he is helpless in the face of Caroline Forbes and also bc he is quite honestly *enjoying* the debauchery himself so why put a damper on the festivities.

-I might wanna add that I favour this headcanon a lot bc I genuinely do not even remotely *like* the idea of NOLA as Klaus's chosen place to set his roots so like I would love Caroline going to NOLA and destroying everything there just bc I detest NOLA and the storyline behind it in TO. (yes is it petty? Obvi, but like I am a petty soul and I make no apologies ma’am)

HEADCANON 2

So yeah that’s my main TO headcanon, but my other one being, one I talk about very frequently, scream about in tag rants to an obsessive level, and like this is a cracky one but still very valid, where Caroline rolls up to NOLA humanity intact and all, finds Hayley preggo and is just laughing her fucking ass off bc anybody ANYBODY, with half a brain and a two minute convo w klaus would know how UTTERLY stupid the entire baby shit is especially when it’s with an immemorable one night stand, and Caroline’s just losing her shit about how like an entire city is obssessed w this baby and she just straight up tells Klaus he’d SUCK as a dad (which he really does tho like he was a shitty fucking dad canonically too) and Klaus is just like *sigh* girl tell me about it. I mean basically he’s finally relieved that someone is on his side about the whole baby thing and how he definitely does not want his entire millennium of life to finally sum up to this one squalling leaking stinky infant/unicorn Hayley is apparently baking in her oven, and I say this headcanon is cracky bc klaus would never have put up w this mess long enough for Caroline to come in and sort it out, there’s this preferred method of disposal of his called heart ripping that would've been employed quite early on and honestly saved us all a lot of brain cells and minused years of life, bc let’s be real any Klaus who’s NOT a lil snivelling bitch wearing a Klaus skinsuit would’ve yeeted the baby and the mama first chance he got, and that’s just how I see it.

Lmao I really hope I didnt scare you away w my *strong* opinions Ik they can be a bit much but I enjoy having them so theyre not going anywhere, anyways this ask answer got WAYYYY too long but I’m hoping I answered your question well with this or atleast left you slightly confused and bemused over my feral screaming....either ways I’m really really really happy to have got your ask and the chance to rant so much bs, Twas cathartic and honestly I had nothing to do today so I was more than happy to dish this baby out for you. Thank you so much sweet anon for putting a smile on my face today I am absolutely HONOURED by your words you’sa cutie 💖💞✨🗣🗣

[mavda]

Beast Tamers

Ch.1 | Ch.2 |

Ch.3: A stroll at night

Naruto sends a notice first thing in the morning to the Hyuuga clan, and he receives an answer a couple of days later. He shares the info with Hinata in one of their strolls, with little fanfare, and Hinata takes it in in the same way, with the softest of hums as an answer. If Naruto had any doubts left in his body, the fact that Hinata shared with him that she did not care if her family could attend their ceremony was enough.

    "When will we h-hold the ceremony?"

    "Two months from now? Three?"

    Hinata frowns and Naruto steals a peck from her lips. "I want you to feel comfortable enough before we get married, I don't mind waiting."

    Hinata looks forward and is ashamed? Glad? Embarrassed to realize that she wouldn't mind getting married sooner, that she wouldn't mind getting more physical with Naruto, that she is already half in love with the man and that her home is in the Uzumaki clan even though she still has the Hyuuga surname attached. She is still fighting the guilt that eats at her.

    "T-two months sounds fine."

    "I will talk with the council, then."

    There are places in the gardens where they are completely covered from prying eyes. There are some roses and bushes tall enough for even Naruto to fit. There is a bamboo grove that works as a wall, too, and a couple of trees that are as wide as they are tall. Hinata doesn't know anymore if it is Naruto who pulls them towards this places or if it's her. She doesn't really mind and Naruto seems to not worry about it, either.

    Naruto doesn't have a problem with his hands anymore, and he likes to cup her cheeks when they start kissing. He then likes to move his thumbs over her cheeks in a caress and by this point Hinata is already feeling the shivers go down her spine. On her side, she likes to put her hands on Naruto's neck and scratch slightly the nape of his head, she loves to hear him gasp in between kisses and he has already shared that her nails feel amazing against his skin. Hinata can only wonder what else her nails can do on his body.

    Everything is new to her and kissing Naruto makes her feel hot all over. She wants to press her body against his, she wants to circle her arms around his neck, she wants to open her mouth wider, she wants to touch him in places were clothes make it hard to reach. And judging by the way Naruto groans and looks at her, she bets he thinks the same.

    There is a voice at the back of her head that calls for restraint, for composure and for her to behave appropriately, and she would have heeded the voice at any other moment if Naruto had been anything other than... well, Naruto. It was him that brought this unabashed side of herself, this freer version, this happier version, this version that was ready to throw herself at a life with him full of hope. And Hinata doesn't know how to express that in any other way that by pressing herself to him, and Naruto has his hands at her back in a second.

    They stop kissing because Hinata is now too close to him and her face fits better in the crook of his neck. And Naruto doesn't mind. He can't remember any of the worries he had had before choosing Hinata as his wife. He can't remember the anxiety that filled him thinking about finding a suitable woman to mother his children. He isn't dumb, he knows this is his dick talking more than anything else, and yet... and yet, he fights his body's urges at night, looks at the ceiling were shadows play and ponders. And all of the things he would have liked to find in his wife, Hinata has.

    Naruto rests his head atop Hinata's and rubs his cheek on her hair. "I'm having a meeting that will drag long today. I won't be able to come see you before dinner... or after."

    "Okay."

    "Remember to eat your dinner."

    "Yes."

    "You have anything planned?"

    "Lord Minato was going to walk me through the... clan fundamentals."

    "Good. Boring stuff, though."

    Hinata giggles and Naruto buries his head on her neck, making her squeal. How could he get so lucky? He doesn't know.

    Maybe this was life showing some compassion and letting him feel lucky for the first time in his life.

⁂

If there's anything Naruto can't help but dread is sitting still for hours on end. It had a lot to do with his hyperactive ass being unable to stay still when he was a child, but now it was more of his body needing exercise and movement because of the damned beast inside him. People got sore muscles, he got headaches and sharp pains on top of that because of the unspent energy sitting still inside of him.

    Naruto rubs his neck for the umpteenth time and his assistant looks apologetic.

    "This really dragged on, you know?"

    Shikamaru Nara is one of the most brilliant minds of this age, and Naruto has the privilege of having him as his aide. Where Naruto lacks, Shikamaru shines. He has a lazy attitude, but doesn't spare efforts when needed.

    "I yearn for my bed," Naruto whines.

    "I'm sure Sakura has everything prepped for you."

    Naruto scoffs, because that goes without saying. Where Naruto and Shikamaru fail, Sakura shines. "Hopefully she went to bed, it would suck if she stayed up waiting for me."

    The answer comes when they turn to his bedroom. Faint and shimmery, but Sakura's outline can be seen from afar.

    Shikamaru shakes his head, "Had it been me, I would have left hours ago."

   Naruto smirks, "Believe me, buddy, I now."

    Naruto's eyes sweep the area out of boredom. Half wanting to see the gardens around him and half wanting to stretch his neck, but there is a figure standing far away and he focuses on it, mystified, the figure doesn't move and Naruto discards options from his head as quick as he can. The moment he realizes that area is close to Hinata's, his feet change direction, Shikamaru is close behind, calling for him. The moment Naruto realizes the figure is a woman he starts to jog towards them. And the moment he realizes it is in fact Hinata standing there, in the middle of the night, in an open space, with the compound's wall a few hundred meters away from her, he runs.

    Hinata hears him when he's close enough, and after recognition lights her face, she smiles. Naruto grabs hold of her and scans his surroundings. Hinata is talking to him, but Naruto's ear are ringing. He has to calm himself, there is nothing near her, there is nothing near them, Shikamaru is next to him, and Naruto feels Shikamaru trying to ease his grip on Hinata to move her away from where they were. But Naruto wants answers.

    "Where is your assistant?"

    Hinata is confused and doesn't understand the urgency in his voice. She notices Shikamaru and is suddenly self-conscious, "He-he's sleeping. I went o-out to get some fr-fresh air."

    Naruto frowns and feels his emotions swirling. "Take her back to her room," he says, as he lets Shikamaru rest his hand on Hinata's shoulder.

    "My lo-" Sakura is jogging towards them. "Stay with Hinata," Naruto orders and Sakura nods once. Naruto is off like a storm, he walks, knowing that there is no haste now, and tries to keep his breathing under control. Hinata is calling to him, but he doesn't hear her.

    Naruto enters Hinata's bedroom and looks at the corner of the room, there, sitting with the covers tidied, sits Neji. Naruto stands in front of him with his arms crossed, menacing. "Do you know what you have done?"

    "There is no excuse, my lord."

    No, there is none. But Neji knew that already.

    Naruto squeezes his arm with strenght. He realizes his anger is being heightened by the beast and breaths out of his mouth with a snarl.

    "My lord!" Hinata reaches the room with Shikamaru and Sakura glued to her back. "My lord, Neji d-didn't know," she walks right next to him, alone, as Shikamaru and Sakura stand far back now, "I left on my own, I-I didn't wake him up. I-"

    Naruto closes his eyes. "It's all right, please, don't worry." Hinata quiets but is restless in her spot. "He will go back to the Hyuuga compound."

    "My Lo-"

    Neji's voice is clear and shuts Hinata's immediately, "As you wish, my lord."

    Naruto grimaces and when he opens his eyes he sees Hinata. Confused and surprised,  with watery eyes. Naruto didn't tell her, she doesn't know.

    "Hinata, he is supposed to be your bodyguard..."

    "I didn't- I didn't wake him..."

    Naruto doesn't know how to explain to her... that Neji made the decision to let her go on her own.

    "He is a ninja on a mission, Hinata, he knew."

    Hinata locks eyes with the floor and Naruto knows that if he keeps his eyes on Neji, he will lose his composure sooner or later. "I will see you tomorrow, my lady."

    He kisses the top of her head and leaves. "Send more guards to this area. Sakura, you guard the room."

    "As you wish, my lord."

    The room is silent and Hinata tries to remain calm. The guilt is eating her alive. For Neji to go back to the compound because he couldn't fulfill his role. Shameful. And it was all her fault.

   "I-I am sorry."

    Neji remains still. Soft and kind, yet weak and useless when born in a ninja clan. There was never a chance for her to become anything else than the shy and stuttering mess that used to follow him around in an attempt to mimic him, in the hopes of overcoming anything at all. There was never any future for her but to remain at her father's side and rot. Who would want a failed heiress? Who would want a woman that could fold with a glare? The answer was obvious, rotten men.

    And somehow, life had decided for Hinata to find the one heir of a clan that somehow fit her like a glove. Destiny was fickle and mean spirited, but sometimes, it gave chances.

    Soft and kind and finally in a place where she wouldn't need to hide those traits.

    "I knew." Neji shares and Hinata looks as confused as ever. Innocent. "I was awake when you left the room, I knew I had to follow you, and yet I didn't. Lord Naruto is correct in sending me back."

    Hinata is shaking her head no and Neji wants to laugh. "I'll talk w-with Lord Naruto, he doesn't have to s-send you back."

    "I knew you went alone and I decided to let you go on your own, my lady. As a member of the Hyuuga clan that also has the clan's technique, and as the future wife of the Uzumaki clan's heir the chances of you becoming a target for ransom or assassination have grown exponentially and yet I-"

    "Still!"

    "You could have died, my lady. Lord Naruto is correct in-"

    "With your eyes... with the Byakugan you saw the c-compound's surroundings, didn't you? With your abilities... you can easily c-cover the whole compound, can't you? You saw that there-there was nothing, right?"

    Hinata is spewing the clan's secrets but she barely registers the fact. She is just trying to find anything to hold onto. Neji... Neji might have been aloof and distant throughout their childhood, but he never did mock her, never made jokes at her expenses, never hit her, never insulted her... Gods, was her childhood such a sad story?

    Neji knows he only needs one more push to get out of Hinata's life. With this show of betrayal, Naruto will have the perfect excuse to reject any other offers from the clan. No one will ever be able to touch her, to order her, to berate her. He only needs to say it... I didn't. I didn't use the byakugan. I sent you out there alone and unprotected and I didn't care. I didn't.

    I didn't

    It's not hard. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.

    But Hinata's voice trembled and Neji can't do it.

    "Lord Naruto is correct in sending me away," he repeats.

    And he can hear Hinata's shaky breath. Relief.

    "I won't hear any m-more on this. I will-I will talk to Lord Naruto t-tomorrow."

    Neji stays kneeled on his futon. And Hinata goes back to hers, turns her back to Neji, and without looking back, with her eyes closed out of pain an frustration, she orders him for the first time in ages, "go back to sleep."

⁂

Hinata has her head glued to the tatami and there is nothing Naruto can say to let her stand upright.

    "It was my fault, m-my lord. It won't happen again... I will have a guard at all times, I promise... P-please let Neji stay."

    Neji sits far back on the room, with a blank stare. Naruto doesn't care for the man. But this is the first time Hinata has asked for something, and although Naruto can't wrap his head around it, the fact is, this is important to Hinata.

    Which means it should be important to him.

    "As you wish, Lady Hinata."

    Hinata doesn't raise her head. Naruto walks to her and kneels, "Hinata?" He whispers.

    "Thank you."

    And he realizes that she's crying.