#so i think the pacing is going to be more like. well. yeah i mean idk he's completely unwell.

[harstyle]

Fourteen Years

Summary: They became fast best friends at ten years old - fourteen years later, not much has changed. Now they're twenty four, spending a few weeks together in her Berlin apartment as he takes a well earned break from work. He's a world famous singer, she has an office job she hates. Their paths couldn‘t be more misaligned - but that's what makes them work. Everything falls into place when they're together, a quiet routine building in the shadows, easy and organic. They move around each other like life is the simplest thing in the world.

But what happens when a drunken conversation on a balcony threatens the livelihood of their friendship forever?

What happens when all bets are off and they're forced to be honest with each other?

Word-count: around 4k

Warnings: nothing really, mentions of alcohol, swearing

A/N: Hey there, it's been months! I haven't really written much except from this little thing because I’ve had a lot going on. I'm not a huge fan of this tbh, but something about it feels comforting, so I thought I'd post it. Get ready for the cheesiness of it all and hope you're having a good day!

By the way he calls her Tinkerbell in this lol (don’t ask).

Also, there‘s weird time jumps because I wanted to try out something new, but it basically just switches between the night the conversation went down (italics) and the morning after and her thoughts on the night (normal). Hope it‘s not too confusing!

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“Because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Tink.”

That’s what he said last night. He was drunk, even though he insisted repeatedly he wasn’t, but she smelt the alcohol on his breath, a mix of beer and mint that was harmonious enough to smell good. His pupils were dilated, cheeks a shade of red they only are when he’s downright gone but trying to act like he isn’t.

She knows him like the back of her hand. Fourteen years together, every step of their lives since childhood. Elementary, secondary, early adulthood to now— all of it, she’s known him better than anyone. She’s seen all of his phases, however successful or downright devastating— she’s gotten to know all the cousins, all the girlfriends, all the enemies. They’re the it couple, the loves of each other‘s lives. In the most platonic way imaginable.

Last night he wasn‘t like himself. He spent most of the night keeping to himself despite the rare company of their friends, chucking drink after drink like alcohol isn’t the gateway drug it‘s known to be— so unlike the man who always paces himself so as to preserve his health. And then he spoke to her. And at first, it went like always.

“Tinkerbell!”

“What?” She breathes softly, turning to face him whilst pressing her back against the railing. She’s biting the inside of her cheek, having just thought of him as she looked over the scenery from her balcony thinking how nice it’d be for him to be by her side. “You okay, there, cowboy?”

“Never been better, Tink.”

And she remembers, even now, the smile that tugged at her face when she realized he was different. Because it wasn’t a bad different; it wasn’t like he became cold, or dismissive, or mean— no, he just seemed happy. Too happy, like there was nothing in the world that warranted enough importance to be worried about. A version of him she’s never fully gotten to know, but has seen snippets of. And it isn’t like he’s not a happy person— he is; never too worried, never too scared. But this was a different kind of happy.

He seemed lighter. Like the years of experience and maturity had washed away momentarily, leaving her with the eighteen year old Harry she once knew standing in front of her.

“Oh is that why you can’t walk straight?”

He shushes her, coming to lean his front against the railing. She inches closer to him, head falling comfortably against his shoulder. Then she says softly, “we haven’t spoken much today.”

“Yeah, we haven’t.”

She prompts her chin on his shoulder, staring hesitantly at the side of his face. There’s barely any lighting and she can barely make out the shapes, but it’s enough. She watches as his lashes flutter softly, as his facial muscles tighten a little. “And why is that?”

He looks ahead, breathing in and out gently, like he’s deep in thought.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Tink.”

“Okay,” she nods subtly. “Well if you want to talk about it…”

“…you’re here.” He finishes for her.

“Like I always am,” she emphasizes, the extra squeeze to his arm substituting for a thousand words she could be saying instead. But she doesn’t really need to. Never has.

Now she’s waiting. In the kitchen, back in the living room. Then in the kitchen again. She’s pacing, thinking, worrying about what Harry will say when he’s up. If he even remembers what he said, if he meant it the way she thinks he must have.

She never had to worry about losing him. Because she always knew, even at 12 years old, that risking it would mean losing it forever. It being the friendship; the bond with the kindest, most precious boy she had ever laid eyes on. So even though throughout the years sparks of feelings have crept up instantaneously, she’s never pursued that dream.

But it would be sucha dream, wouldn’t it? To be loved by the boy she grew up loving. To be loved by the boy who knows how to appreciate her without having to be taught. To be loved by the boy who always puts her first, treats her best, makes her feel whole.

It hurts sometimes to think she might never find someone like him again. It’s psychotic, really, the fact that she’s so frightened of losing him that she’s deprived herself of the best man on earth. Just so she can keep him a little longer. Even if it means walking down the aisle to him and not being the one wearing white.

For a lingering moment, all there is between them is silence. Dead silence, just the rhythm of Harry’s heartbeat exposed underneath her fingertips.

He breathes in deeply, almost as though preparing himself to say something earth shattering. But then he doesn’t. His fingers twitch, she sees it.

“What is it, H?”

He looks at her, eyes filled with something indescribable. But she speaks his language, so even though he doesn’t say it, she knows what he means to convey. Thankfulness. Gratitude. And she feels it too, any time she’s sad or conflicted, any time she’s in a place she doesn’t want to be in— a glance of his eyes and there it is. All the words. Never spoken out loud, but crafted together perfectly in the space between their bodies.  She always wonders how. She knows he’s wondering it right now too.

But it changes something in his face. It pushed him over the edge, the look of determination solidifying into something more serious.

“You get me, Tink.”

“I do,” she says lowly, making sure to tilt her lips into a smile. “And you, H, get me.”

“That’s crazy, isn’t it? How rare must a connection like ours be?”

“Pretty rare, probably,” she replies with an easy chuckle, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly.

“Yeah, probably. I don’t even think it and you know. Y’know before I do, every time.”

Her breathing changes with his. It’s sporadic, slower, almost like otherwise she would be risking a solid ground to stand on. “Yeah, I… I guess so, H. Are you okay?”

“I’m always good when I’m with you. Which is—“ he laughs, almost like at himself, “which is kind of the point, you know. I—“ he looks away, running a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, “I’ve been thinking about how weird it is that we’re… I mean, I’ve never felt that way about…” he pauses again, taking a short leveled breath. “About anyone, really. Anyone but you.”

Her eyebrows pinch, pulling together to crease the center of her forehead.

She doesn’t know what to say. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything. Maybe then he’ll realize he shouldn’t be doing this right now, that he’s entering dangerous territory.

“And I saw you with… with that guy. Tim, you said?”

He nudges her when she remains quiet.

She clears her throat,”Tom, actually.”

He huffs a breath, “right, Tom. I see him, you know? I see what he could be, but it really doesn’t matter that he’s a good guy. It doesn’t matter that he picks up the bill, doesn’t matter that he opens your fucking door. I can’t shake this feeling that he could never be good enough. Because nobody is— not for you. Not even if he kisses the ground you walk on.”

And finally, it’s like she understands a little better what he’s trying to say. She snickers quietly to herself, but lenient worry spreads throughout her chest regardless. “well, that’s a little silly.”

“Is it?”

“If nobody’s gonna be good enough then might as well pick the next one in line, right?”

A pause. Then a cough. “Yeah, right,” he nods, but it looks and feels as though there’s something more to it.

Gently, she brushes a lone finger over his cold wrist. “Harry, what’s happening right now? I’m confused.”

He shakes his head, taking a breath to brace himself. “Is he the next in line?”

For some reason, her heart beats faster.  “What?”

And when he looks into her eyes again, they’re red. “Tom. Is he the next in line? The next best guy?”

For the first time, she allows her gaze to linger, to glide over his nose down to his mouth, then back up again. She swallows, the options of what to say made available to her in her head, yet both too risky to choose from. But she has to say something. “No, he’s not. You’re the best guy, you know that. But it’s different with you, with us.”

And he nods his head, taking in the answer with special consideration.

After a long pause, he takes a deep breath. “Would I be good enough?”

“Would you be good enough for what, H?”

“For you.”

And it was truly instinctual, her laugh. It was racked with nervousness, a sense of unease because she was left thoroughly confused. Looking back, it was probably demeaning of her to laugh— but then again, she still has no idea what happened last night. Where it came from.

She can picture it in her head now, the nervous look on his face as he asked her the question and probably the only time she’d ever recognized anything resembling insecurity in his voice. She’s pacing, a feeling of disgust overriding her stomach at the thought. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him, to undermine him. But she didn’t know.

“Why are you laughing?”

She detaches herself from him, dismissal evident in her every step. Maybe it’s the kind of dismissal that needs to be expressed so that nothing moves and everything is left untouched— enough for him to just drop it. Because she’s terrified of it all falling apart. The first domino tile has been flicked; now it‘s only a matter of when will the rest fall in line? “Because you’re being ridiculous, Harry. Stop doing that, you’re freaking me out.”

But it’s not enough. He follows after her, struggling to walk a straight line.  “What’s ridiculous about me asking you a serious question?”

“I just— you know you’re good enough!”

“Do I?”

She glances at him shortly before continuing in stride. “Oh come on! Stop acting so oblivious and innocent.”

“What does that even mean, Y/N?”

“I can’t talk about this right now. Not when you’re this drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“Yeah and the fucking pope isn’t catholic.”

He scoffs aloud. “Tinkerbell!”

“What?” She swivels around, her arms coming to hug around her middle. She looks at him as though repulsed, because frankly, she is. Things were fine before he had to go and get himself drunk and spurt things he couldn’t possibly mean.

He pauses, an expression of defeat on his worry-ridden face as he inches closer. And when he speaks again, it’s timid, not like anything she’s ever known him to be.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Tink.”

“What are you even talking about, Harry?”

“I don’t want to be the guy you regret, or hate, or hurt over. When we’re old, I want to be the guy you look back on with affection. And I— I didn’t really care about anything when we were younger, but I always cared about that. About you.”

He‘s terrified, she can hear it. With every breath he takes, every word he sounds out, there‘s an undertone of hesitation that keeps poking through the surface. It‘s like he‘s fighting with himself.

“Harry,” she warns, because this is all becoming too intense.

And that’s when he said it. Because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Tink. He said it with sincerity dripping from his words, a type of vulnerable that neither of them had ever demanded from one another. Who could’ve thought that he would ever reserve those words for her. Not for the women he’s dated, not for the woman he’ll marry. For her.

He must be kidding her.

“I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.”

She walked away then, slamming the door behind her with considerable force. She was ready to leave this behind. Ready to sleep and wake up renewed, indifferent to last night’s shenanigans.

But she couldn’t sleep. She left bed at seven this morning and now she’s just sitting at the counter waiting for the air to shift. She wants the reassurance that things will continue to be the same.  

But deep down, she knows things can never again be the same, not even if they move past it graciously. It‘ll always live on in their subconscious, gnawing away at their minds until either of them caves and decides it isn‘t worth the hassle. Because it doesn‘t matter how much she wishes she could deny it; there‘s always been something there. And that something has gotten bigger and bigger, becoming too enormous to stay invisible to the human eye.

The clearing of his throat snaps her out of a trance. He’s standing in the doorway, sweatpants hanging low from his hips, shirtless. His arms are hugging loosely around his frame and something about about it causes her stomach to stir. Last night, of course, but also just him. Seeing him on a bright summer morning in all his glory, just how he is. There‘s a sense of domesticity that she supposes became normalized in their friendship but is now itching for a different kind of attention.  

She wonders how long he‘s been standing there.

“Hey,” she offers a warm smile, the relief at the sight of him enough to ease some of the tension in her body. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. It’s just now that I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

“Oh! I actually thought you might so I— wait,” she rounds the island to her purse and fishes around for the pills, “I bought a new pack of advil yesterday—“

But the distraction doesn‘t work on him.

“Tink, I meant it.”

It’s abrupt. Even in his delivery, she can tell he’s been keeping it in, been aching to say it.

She freezes however, turning in her spot with a squint in her eye, “what?”

He releases a deep sigh. “I meant it. What I said about you last night. I know you’re hoping we can move past it but it’s been on my mind for a long time.”

“Oh,” she replies quietly, dumbfounded, “I’m sorry about how I reacted—“

“It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it that way. Usually I’m good at keeping these things to myself but there was something about last night that— it just fucked with me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You should always tell me when something’s bothering you, I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like you have to keep things to yourself.”

He laughs. It’s subtle and soft, but it’s there, barely a release of breath. He pushes away from the doorway, coming to stand by the island next to her. “You don’t mean that, Tink.”

“Yes I do.”

“You didn’t even want to hear it last night.”

“I was just confused.”

He shakes his head. “And if I told you all of that now? Would you react any differently? Because however much you might hate it, I wouldn’t take anything back.”

“I don’t hate it.”

“But you’re confused.”

“I mean— out of fucking nowhere, you drop this bomb on me and it’s… fourteen years, Harry. That’s how long we’ve been friends.”

“Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never thought about it? Because if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that, I’ll drop it right this moment.”

And she can feel herself becoming increasingly more frustrated because she can’t really tell what exactly he’s trying to say. Communication has always been their strong suit, but this… whatever this has come to, it’s not like anything she’s ever experienced with him before. It‘s messy, slopey, unchartered territory. “Thought about what, Harry? I’m so lost right now and I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you to be honest!” He exclaims wildly, running a hand through his hair whilst gesturing with the other. “There’s been so many times, Tink. The dance, prom, our graduation, fucking last week where there’s been this— this switch. And I feel like something is going to happen but you’re— it’s like you don’t want it to. So be honest with me.”

“Well I just— that’s not fair!”

“How is it not fair?”

“Because you always seemed too fucking good for me, Harry!” She cries out. “Everyone would say it, literally everyone— those fucking girls at school, people at home, the media. I mean, how could I ever think you would settle for someone like me?”

“Someone like what, Tink? Someone who loves unconditionally? Someone who has always put the happiness of others before her own? Someone who is so damn perfect and selfless and kind that I couldn’t imagine anyone being good enough for her? Someone like that, you mean?”

She shakes her head, the words describing her thoughts heavy on her tongue but too vulgar to be spoken aloud. How could she ever be honest with him if honesty means admitting to every feeling of insecurity she has ever harbored at the prospect of her best friend? How could she ever be honest with him when honesty means making him realize she’s not nearly as perfect, selfless or kind as he believes? “Nobody has ever loved me. I don’t think it takes a degree to figure out why, Harry.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh, it isn’t?”

“Look around, will you? If nobody loves you why are all of these pictures of our friends hung up on the walls?”

A chuckle escapes past her lips, “man, you really don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“That’s not the kind of love I’m talking about.”

He scoffs, shaking his head to regain an inkling of composure and rid himself of annoyance - not of her, but her tendency to make herself the villain in every story, “you can’t possibly be blaming yourself for all of those failed relationships right now. Half of them fucking cheated on you.”

“Yeah, why? if I’m so perfect and lovable why would—”

“God, would you ever blame me if someone cheated on me? Why are you always treating yourself the way you would never treat anyone else, huh? Why are you always so harsh on yourself?”

“You’re perfect, Harry. I mean, perfect career, perfect family— there’s nothing wrong with you. You can’t possibly compare that to me, can you? I’m a fucking mess. I haven’t found my passion—“

He rolls his eyes. “We’re twenty four, for god’s sake—“

But she continues. “And I’m emotional. I get annoying and clingy, my family fucking hates every guy I’ve ever brought home— and even worse, they hate me. So I’m sorry if I’m a little pessimistic when it comes to relationships, but I can’t fucking afford to be all rainbows and sunshine about it.”

“I get it, Tink, I do—“

But she’s had enough of misunderstandings, enough of him pretending like it’s that easy to let go and trust. “No you don’t! And you don’t get to walk in and say all those nice things about me wasted off of your mind pretending like all along it’s you who’s been yearning! Ever since we were kids, Harry, it’s always fucking been you! All of it, everything. I was crushed when I met your first girlfriend, you know that? Fucking crushed!”

There’s fury in his eyes, a fire that keeps getting bigger and bigger, burning at the sight.  “Why didn’t you fucking tell me then?”

“What did you expect me to do? You had never even looked at me twice!”

“You must know nothing about me if you really believe that.”

And it gets to a point where all she sees is red. He’s blurry in her line of vision, spewing words she can’t possibly digest in this moment.

She begins to walk away from him, cursing to herself like he can’t hear her. But he can, and he follows her every step.

“Is this how it’s going to go from now on? You’re going to walk away and pretend like nothing happened?”

“I don’t know what you want me to do.”

Frustration anchors at his every word and she can tell, even though she’s only able to hear his speech, that his eyebrows are pinched deeply, his forehead creased with intensity. She knows that he’s hurting to some capacity, that his heart is going wild in his chest.

He wraps his fingers around her wrist, tugging her back into his front. “Tink, just fucking look at me.”

Their chests collide, hearts equally beating faster for one another.

She stares into his eyes, waiting for something to be said, anything. But as seconds pass, and words still remain unspoken, her shoulders start to lose their tension and her heart plummets to the pit of her stomach.

He’s dangerous because she could never stay mad at him. She could never hate him, no matter how badly she wishes she could.

She clears her throat, but fails to move. She doesn’t find herself wanting to. “Harry.”

His eyes trail southward toward her mouth and she wishes so badly he would just kiss it. “Does it really matter what happened back when we were kids? Does anything other than what I said matter at all?”

She swallows around a lump in her throat, staring into the green of his eyes that have always had the power of swaying her in every which way. And as he’s doing the same to hers, the air shifts in a more familiar direction.

“I’m scared.”

He nods, “I know.” Interlacing their fingers with one hand, he allows the other to rest comfortably against her neck.

But she can no longer look at him, not when he’s so close, expecting her to open up to her like a flower in spring. “I can’t lose you, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I messed this up. I’ve wanted it for so long, but I’m bad at being more than a friend. I’m bad at saying what I truly feel, I’m bad at being the girl guys want to bring home to their parents. I’m bad at time management. I’m bad at being vulnerable . You know all this about me, but it was always different before. With you it was easier. But if this were to happen… you’d get to know my ugly sides.”

His eyes are glassy, as are hers. From the outside they probably look like a mourning couple, one at the brink of heartbreak. And in a way, this feels similar to every heartbreak she’s been through, only this time the risk of loss is much greater. And so is the sense of hope.

“Y/N, when I asked you last night about Tom,” he nudges a finger underneath her chin, coaxing her to look at him, “I asked because for fourteen years, I’ve always felt like I wasn’t enough for you. At first I thought you would never be into me. You were too smart, too confident. It’s ridiculous, I know, but we were teenagers,” he smiles at the memory. “But then I joined the band and I didn’t want to expose you to a world I hadn’t fully understood myself. I didn’t want you to have to deal with all of that, so I tried to protect you. I hid you from the cameras, lied to people when they asked me about you. Clearly I didn’t do it very well because you just told me it still got to you—“

“That’s not-“

He squeezes her fingers, a silent appreciation of her reassurance, “but I tried my best, you know? I’ve always kept my distance because I didn’t want this — everything I do and everything I am — to become a burden to you. Because I’ve always loved you. I’ve always wanted to make you happy, to be the best guy for you. There were times I didn’t know it, sure, but deep down I’ve always known it’d be you, Tink. These last few years I just wasn’t sure I was enough. Because you deserve the best a person could get.”  

“Of course you’re enough, H.”

“I still think you deserve better than me, baby, so much better. But if you give me a chance, I promise I’ll try my best. I love you as you are; whatever you call your ugly side, that doesn’t exist to me. You’re you, Tink, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m done cowering away because I’m scared of fucking up and I’m begging you to do the same. Let go with me and explore this. Please.”  

She supposes this feeling in her chest is so indescribable because she’s never felt it so intensely before, but it resembles sheer and raw admiration. There’s a hint of fear brewing in the deep abyss, but hope surfaces at the top. And as she looks into the eyes of the love of her life, she sees safety. Love. A Future. Together.

Her face inches closer, “I’m so terrified of losing you.”

He nudges his nose against hers. “Won’t let it happen, I promise. You’re never getting rid of me.”

A smile breaks out on her face.

“Then kiss me, H.”

And so he does.

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That‘s a wrap! Hope you liked it :)

[wonboni]

NCT DREAM WHEN YOU SURPRISE THEM BACKSTAGE『reaction』

PAIRINGS ↝ Ot7 엔티드림(separately) x fem reader╰∘GENRE↝ Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort ❆╰•WARNINGS↝ Mild kissing, emotional vulnerability, light mentions of stress and overwork.

『𐙚 : MARK』

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me today. Maybe this year.”

Mark had just wrapped up rehearsal, towel over his shoulder, deep in discussion with staff. When he heard your voice, his whole body froze.

“Mark?”

His head whipped around. “...Wait, what?” His eyes went wide. “Y/N?!”

You rushed into his arms and he caught you easily, spinning you slightly as he hugged you close.

“I couldn’t miss this,” you whispered, smiling. “You’ve worked so hard. I wanted to be here.”

He held your face gently, forehead resting against yours. “You seriously came all this way for me?”

You nodded, voice thick. “Always.”

He kissed you softly—slow, grateful. “You being here... it’s everything.”

『𐙚 : RENJUN』

“You should’ve told me—you almost gave me a heart attack.”

Renjun was adjusting his mic pack when he noticed you in the mirror. He blinked like a glitching character in a video game.

“...No way.”

“Hi,” you said, a little shy. “Miss me?”

He turned fast, pulling you into his arms like gravity stopped working. “What are you doing here?! You liar!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you giggled. “I figured you needed someone to remind you how amazing you are.”

He looked into your eyes, hands brushing your cheeks. “You showing up like this—it means more than you know.”

He kissed you gently, then whispered, “Please don’t leave after the show, okay?”

『𐙚 : JENO』

“You being here... it makes everything feel okay again.”

You found Jeno stretching backstage, calm and composed. That changed the moment he saw you.

“Y/N?” His voice cracked slightly. “You’re here?”

“I couldn’t stay away.”

He stepped toward you and pulled you into a tight embrace. His warmth, his cologne—it all made you feel safe.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you,” he replied, brushing your hair behind your ear. “More than I wanted to admit.”

He kissed you gently, then smiled. “Now I feel like I can breathe again.”

『𐙚 : HAECHAN』

“You just made my year.”

You didn’t even have to say anything—Haechan spotted you and immediately screamed. “NO. NO WAY. IS THIS REAL?!”

You laughed as he rushed toward you, tackling you in a bear hug. “Told you I had plans today.”

“You’re lucky I love surprises,” he said, face lighting up. “Because this is the best one ever.”

“I missed you,” you said softly.

His joking tone faded into something gentler. “I missed you more.” He kissed you, holding your waist as if anchoring himself.

“You’re not going anywhere after the show. Got it?”

『𐙚 : JAEMIN』

“Now I have to do amazing. My whole heart is in the audience.”

Jaemin was pacing backstage, nerves visible. You stepped in just as he muttered to himself.

“Hey,” you whispered.

He turned and blinked in shock. “Y/N?” He practically ran at you. “You’re real. You’re really here.”

“I had to see you. Couldn’t let you do this without your biggest fan.”

He wrapped his arms around you, lips brushing your temple. “I needed this. You came at the perfect time.”

You kissed him slowly, sweetly. “You’ve already won. Now go shine.”

『𐙚 : CHENLE』

“You always show up when I need you.”

“Y/N?!” Chenle shouted from halfway down the hall, sounding more amused than shocked.

“You weren’t supposed to be here!” he laughed, pulling you in.

“Well, I am. Surprise.”

He kissed your cheek, still smiling. “You’re trouble.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah,” he said, suddenly sincere, kissing you again—this time on the lips. “Way more than I ever say out loud.”

You rested your forehead against his. “I’m here to remind you.”

『𐙚 : JISUNG』

“You make everything feel less scary.”

Jisung turned from his phone slowly, stunned. “No... You’re here?”

You smiled. “In the flesh.”

He blinked rapidly, then stepped into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you today.”

“I couldn’t let you go through this without me,” you said. “I’m proud of you.”

He kissed you shyly, forehead against yours. “Thank you. For showing up. For always showing up.”

©️ WONIBONI

[jinjoohaa]

Tamed by You

Pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (Husband! AU)

Content warnings : Power imbalance, age gap (reader is 20+), NSFW smut, dom!Toji, bratty/sub!Reader, cockwarming, face sitting, oral (f/m), fingering, mutual masturbation, somnophilia, breeding kink, size kink, degradation + praise, slapping (sexual context), possessiveness, emotional arguments, reader crying, fluff + angst + filth, toxic tenderness, rough sex, domestic moments, hurt/comfort, and some good ol’ post-fight cuddles.

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Chapter 6

The late afternoon sun poured in through the windows, warm and golden, but the house felt cold.

You sat at the kitchen table, your fingers tracing meaningless patterns across the wood surface, your chest tight with a feeling you couldn't shove down anymore.

Loneliness.

The ticking of the clock was deafening. The same walls. The same chores. The same waiting for Toji to come home every day, aching for something more, something outside this beautiful but suffocating life you had.

When the front door finally opened and Toji's heavy boots thudded inside, your heart jumped — half from habit, half from nerves.

He grunted his usual greeting, dropping his jacket by the door.

You swallowed hard, wiping your sweaty palms against your skirt, and stood up to meet him in the living room.

"I... I wanna talk," you said, voice trembling slightly.

Toji glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah? What about, Sugar?"

You hesitated — this could go badly — but you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I want to get a job," you blurted out. "Something small. Part-time. Just to get out of the house. I... I feel so lonely here all day, Toji."

The room went still.

Toji's easy posture stiffened. His hands slid into his pockets, shoulders tensing as he stared at you.

"You don't need a job," he said flatly. "I take care of you."

"I know you do," you rushed to say, heart hammering, "and I'm grateful, really, but—I'm not doing anything for myself anymore. I feel like I'm... fading. Like I'm just here to—"

"You got plenty to do," Toji cut you off sharply. "You take care of the house. You watch Megumi. You take care of me."

You blinked at him, hurt flaring deep inside.

"That's exactly the problem," you whispered. "That's all I am to you."

His jaw twitched.

You pressed on, the dam inside you cracking wide open, spilling out every lonely thought, every bottled-up hurt.

"You don't understand!" you cried.

"You leave for work, you have a whole life out there. I stay here, cleaning the same damn kitchen, folding the same damn clothes, cooking meals you sometimes don't even touch because you're too busy drinking a beer and passing out!"

Toji's eyes darkened.

"Watch it," he warned lowly.

But you were too hurt, too angry.

"You just want a robot housewife, don't you?" you hissed, voice shaking.

"Cook, clean, take care of your kid, and at night, spread my legs for you like some goddamn sex doll!"

Something snapped in Toji's face — something cold, something dangerous.

Before you could even process it, his hand cracked sharply across your cheek.

The slap wasn't hard enough to knock you down, but it was enough to stun you, to freeze the blood in your veins.

Silence.

Both of you stared at each other, breathing hard.

Your cheek stung, but that wasn't why tears welled up in your eyes.

It was the look on Toji's face — not just anger, but betrayal.

He hated himself the second he saw your tears, but he was too far gone.

"You ungrateful fuckin' brat," he spat.

"You think I bust my ass every goddamn day so you can sit here and whine about being bored?"

You flinched.

"I work myself half to death so you don't have to. So you don't ever have to know what it's like out there — to get used up and tossed aside. I do it all for you and Megumi," he growled, voice rising.

"But you—you wanna throw it back in my face 'cause you're bored?"

Your lips trembled.

"I-I didn't mean—" you tried, but the words stuck in your throat.

Toji ran a hand through his hair, pacing, furious and heartbroken all at once.

"You wanna go out there?" he barked.

"You wanna see how quick those fuckers would look at you — treat you like some easy fuck — just 'cause you’re pretty? You think they'd respect you? Protect you?"

He scoffed bitterly. "Fuckin' naive."

Tears streamed down your face, your heart cracking in two.

You turned away from him blindly, stumbling to the couch, curling up into a ball, wishing you could disappear.

The house fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

Night fell.

Neither of you moved to fix dinner. Neither of you spoke.

When you finally started dozing off on the couch, a heavy hand grabbed your wrist.

You jerked awake, heart racing.

Toji stood over you, face still stormy, his grip firm but not cruel.

"You ain't sleepin' out here," he muttered.

You tried to pull away weakly, but he just picked you up — effortlessly, like you weighed nothing — and carried you to the bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed, tugged the blanket over you roughly, and climbed in on his side, back turned to you.

Neither of you said a word.

No kisses. No cuddling. No whispered apologies.

Just the bitter space between two people who loved each other too much to know how to stop hurting.

---

The next two days were agony.

Toji came home from work, same time as always.

You had dinner ready, like muscle memory, but you barely looked at each other.

He would eat silently, clean his plate, and grunt a soft "thanks" before retreating to the living room.

You wanted to speak — god, you wanted to — but the words felt stuck, like broken glass in your throat.

At night, you still shared a bed, but it was like a chasm had opened between you.

No touches. No whispered goodnights.

Only the rise and fall of your breathing, two broken hearts trapped in the same space, aching for each other but too scared to reach out.

You cried quietly into your pillow the second night, biting your lip to keep from sobbing aloud.

And Toji — lying stiffly beside you — stared up at the ceiling, fists clenching and unclenching, hating himself more with every tear he heard but didn't dare wipe away.

------

The third day of silence came with an extra weight.

You felt it even before Toji walked through the front door — a pressure in the air, thick and electric.

Something had gone wrong at work. You could feel it in the way the walls seemed to vibrate from the tension brewing outside.

The door slammed open, hard enough to rattle the frame.

You stiffened where you sat curled up on the couch, pretending to read, ignoring the heavy footsteps that stomped into the house.

Toji’s whole body radiated fury — a storm bottled up under his skin. His jacket was half hanging off his shoulder, his hair a mess like he'd raked his hands through it too many times.

He spotted you immediately.

Sitting there.

Silent.

Cold.

He growled low in his throat, something snapping inside him.

"You're still gonna play this fuckin' game?" he snarled.

You refused to look at him. Your heart hammered painfully in your chest, but you stayed frozen, clutching your book tighter even though you weren't reading a single word.

"Three days," Toji spat, voice thick with anger.

"Three fuckin' days you give me the cold shoulder like some bratty little wife. Like you're punishing me."

You bit your lip, eyes burning, still refusing to meet his gaze.

It only made him angrier.

"You think you're hurt?" he barked. "You think you're the only one bleeding inside?"

You flinched when he crossed the room in two furious strides, grabbing the book from your hands and tossing it aside.

"Enough," he growled.

Before you could react, Toji grabbed your wrist — not cruelly, but firmly — and yanked you to your feet.

"Toji, let go—!" you protested, struggling weakly.

But he wasn’t having it.

"You ain't runnin' away from this," he snarled, dragging you toward the bedroom.

You tried to dig your heels in.

You tried to twist away.

It didn't matter.

His grip was iron. His chest heaved with emotion. His eyes were blazing.

He threw you onto the bed, following you down immediately, pinning you beneath his heavy body.

You struggled — not full strength, not really — but you pushed against his chest, gasping,

"D-Don't— I'm still mad at you—!"

"I don't fuckin' care," Toji growled, voice dark and wrecked. "You're mine. You don’t get to run when things get hard."

He kissed you — messy, rough, biting. Not soft. Not coaxing.

You whimpered, tears spilling out of your eyes from sheer emotional overload.

Still, some part of you melted, your body betraying your anger.

Your thighs clenched around his waist instinctively even as you sobbed into his mouth.

"Fuckin' mine," Toji snarled, shoving your dress up with impatient hands.

"You remember that real quick when you're cryin', huh?"

He ripped your panties off in one brutal motion, the sound tearing through the room.

You gasped a half-sob, arching beneath him as his calloused hands forced your legs apart.

He freed his cock from his sweats, heavy and already throbbing, leaking at the tip.

"You're gonna take it," he panted against your ear.

"Even if you cry. Even if you're mad."

"Toji, please—" you whimpered brokenly.

He didn’t listen.

He lined himself up and thrust into you in one brutal, unrelenting push.

You cried out, pain and pleasure blurring together, your body resisting even as it welcomed him deep inside.

"Fuck—" Toji growled through gritted teeth, his hands bruising your hips as he bottomed out.

"So fuckin' tight. Cryin' all pretty under me."

You sobbed beneath him, the stretch too much, too good, too overwhelming.

He started moving — harsh, unforgiving thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs.

"You’re mine," he gritted out with each slam of his hips. "Mine to fuck. Mine to love. Mine to break if I fuckin' want."

You cried harder, nails clawing at the sheets, but you didn’t tell him to stop.

You couldn't.

You needed this.

Needed him.

Your walls clamped around him desperately, trying to hold him deep inside, even as you wept from the intensity of it all.

"Look at you," Toji snarled, voice raw.

"Actin' like you hate me, but you're fuckin' dripping all over my cock."

You whimpered brokenly, thighs trembling.

He rutted into you, using your body the way only he knew how — using it like it was made for him, meant for him, a perfect fit that he couldn’t and wouldn’t give up no matter how angry or broken either of you were.

His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head, forcing you to take every brutal thrust.

You felt so helpless.

So owned.

So loved in the most twisted, desperate way.

And then he was cumming — with a low, vicious groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you, hot and thick, filling you so full you felt it dripping out almost immediately.

He didn’t say a word.

Didn’t kiss you.

Didn’t even look at you properly.

Just pulled out roughly, tucked himself back into his sweats, grabbed his jacket, and slammed the door behind him.

Leaving you alone.

Shaking.

Crying into the sheets.

Your whole body ached — not from pain, but from how much you loved him, how much you hated fighting, how empty you felt without his arms around you even after he'd used you so harshly.

You cried until you couldn't breathe, curling up into a ball in the center of the bed, his scent surrounding you, tormenting you.

Minutes blurred into an hour.

The door creaked open again.

You didn’t lift your head.

You didn’t have the strength.

You heard the quiet rustle of a bag.

Then the bed dipped, and Toji’s rough hand touched your hair tentatively.

"Hey, mama," he muttered, voice low and rough. "Look what I got."

You sniffled, refusing to turn around.

"I ain't good at this," Toji said after a moment.

"I know I was too rough. I know... I shouldn't've hit you."

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears leaking out again.

"Sorry, Sugar," he said quietly.

"I'm fuckin' sorry. I lost it. Was pissed from work... from you givin' me that cold shoulder... from myself."

He nudged you gently with his knuckles.

"Got you that stupid ice cream you like. The one with the sprinkles."

That broke you.

You rolled over, hiccupping, sobbing fresh tears as you stared at him — messy hair, tired eyes, a half-crumpled grocery bag in one hand.

"You've been so cold to me," you sobbed out brokenly.

Toji's jaw flexed.

"You were cold first," he muttered, almost sulking.

You hiccupped again, guilt slicing through you.

He wasn't wrong.

The silence had been a two-way blade.

You sniffled as Toji opened the container, scooping some ice cream onto a spoon, and held it out to you.

"C'mon, ma," he coaxed gruffly. "Be a good girl for me now."

You hesitated — then, slowly, you opened your mouth and let him feed you.

The cold sweetness melted on your tongue.

Toji smiled faintly.

"There she is," he whispered.

He kept feeding you slowly, gently, his touch tender despite the roughness from before.

His other hand stroked your thigh, grounding you, soothing you.

When the container was half-empty and you were no longer crying quite so hard, he set it aside and pulled you into his lap.

"C'mere, mama," he murmured, kissing your hair.

You straddled him shyly, heart aching with love and sadness and overwhelming need.

Toji kissed you slow — coaxing, teasing, tasting.

"You forgive me?" he rasped against your lips.

You nodded, teary-eyed.

He smiled, small and genuine.

"Good girl."

He kissed down your throat, nibbling softly, hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up.

"You wanna feel good?" he whispered.

"Y-Yeah," you whimpered.

"Let me take care of you, Sugar."

He stripped you slowly, worshipfully, scattering kisses across every inch of exposed skin.

No rush. No anger.

Only soft, heavy breaths and whispered praise.

When he slid inside you again, it was slow — achingly slow — filling you to the brim with lazy, grinding thrusts that made your toes curl.

"Such a sweet cunt," Toji groaned, forehead pressed against yours.

"Takes me so good... like it was made for me."

You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders.

"Mine," he whispered. "All mine. Gonna fill you up nice and full."

He rocked into you gently, savoring the tight, wet heat of you, moaning low in his throat when you clenched around him.

"You're perfect, Sugar," he panted. "So pretty... so soft... so good for me."

You cried again — not from sadness, but from how overwhelming his love felt when he let himself show it.

Toji kissed your tears away.

"Shhh, baby," he murmured. "I've got you. Always got you."

When you finally came — shattering around him with a soft, desperate cry — Toji followed immediately, groaning your name into your mouth as he emptied himself deep inside you.

Breeding you with everything he had.

He stayed buried deep, panting, kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks.

"Keep it all in," he whispered against your skin.

"Wanna make you all heavy with my baby, mama."

You nodded drowsily, heart swelling with love so painful it almost hurt.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, skin to skin, no space left between you.

No anger.

No coldness.

Just him.

Just you.

And the fragile, unbreakable bond you both were too stubborn to admit you needed more than anything.

---

The morning sunlight filtered through the half-closed curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room.

You stirred slowly, the heavy warmth of sleep still clinging to your limbs.

Your body ached — a deep, satisfying soreness between your thighs, the aftermath of last night’s rough love and slow tenderness.

You blinked blearily, turning your head on the pillow.

Toji was already awake.

Propped up on one elbow, he watched you with an expression so soft it made your chest ache — something reverent, almost worshipful.

“Morning, Sugar," he rumbled, voice low and still raspy from sleep.

You flushed under his gaze, instinctively trying to tug the blanket up.

Toji chuckled and tugged it right back down, exposing your bare body to his hungry eyes.

"Nuh-uh," he teased, voice playful but firm.

"Don’t hide from me. Not after last night."

You bit your lip, looking away shyly.

But Toji wasn’t having that either.

His large hand slid down your body, rough fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, your hips, pausing just above the ache between your thighs.

"You sore?" he murmured, darkly amused.

You nodded shyly.

A dangerous glint sparked in his green eyes.

"Good," he growled, dipping his head to kiss your neck. "Wanna make sure you remember who fuckin' owns this body."

You whimpered softly as his mouth traveled lower, peppering soft, wet kisses across your collarbone, your breasts, your belly.

When he reached your lower stomach, he paused.

Rested his forehead there.

You froze, heart hammering in your chest.

Toji's big hands splayed across your hips possessively.

"You keepin' my cum nice and warm in there, huh?" he muttered against your skin.

"Gonna get you knocked up, baby."

You whined, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Toji chuckled low and wicked, pulling your hands away gently but firmly.

"Don't hide from me," he said again, voice softer now. "Wanna see all those pretty faces you make when I talk about fillin' you up."

He pressed a slow, tender kiss to your lower belly.

"Little brat’s gonna be all swollen soon," he murmured. "All heavy with my kid."

You squirmed under his touch, body betraying you with how much it wanted him again.

"You want that, don't you, ma ?" Toji coaxed, dragging his tongue slowly across your skin.

"Want me to breed you full? Make you mine for real?"

You whimpered, nodding helplessly.

He smiled — dark, victorious, utterly in love.

His fingers slid between your thighs, finding you still sticky and sore from the night before.

"So messy," he murmured, almost to himself. "Bet you're still leakin' me out."

He dipped a finger inside — slow, gentle — and you gasped, thighs twitching.

Sure enough, he pulled his finger out slick and wet.

He groaned low in his chest, licking his finger clean in one slow, obscene motion.

"Taste so fuckin' good," he growled.

"Sugar, I ain't ever lettin' you go."

You flushed hotter, tears prickling your eyes again from the overwhelming tenderness wrapped in filth.

Toji noticed immediately.

"Aw, baby," he murmured, climbing up your body again, cupping your face in those big, rough hands.

"Don’t cry. S’posed to feel good. S’posed to feel loved."

You nodded, a few tears slipping free anyway.

He kissed them away — soft, slow pecks at the corner of your eyes, your cheeks, your nose.

Then he kissed your lips — a long, lingering kiss that left you breathless.

"You’re my girl," he whispered against your mouth. "Always."

You sniffled, clinging to his shoulders.

"And you’re my man," you whispered back, voice small and hoarse.

He grinned — the rare, genuine kind of grin that made his whole face light up, the one you barely ever saw.

"Fuck yeah, I am," he growled.

He kissed you again, deep and dirty this time, rolling you onto your back with his body heavy and warm over you.

"You hungry, ma ?" he asked after a moment, nipping your lower lip playfully. "Wanna eat somethin'?"

You nodded, a tiny smile breaking through your shy tears.

"Good," Toji said, grinning wider. "After I’m done with you... we'll eat."

You squealed as he grabbed your hips and dragged you closer, spreading your thighs wide open.

"Wait, Toji—!" you gasped, laughing through your lingering tears.

But he was already burying his face between your legs, licking a broad, filthy stripe up your sore, soaked slit.

You cried out, arching off the bed as his mouth worked you over — slow, patient, relentless.

Like he had all the time in the world to make you cum again and again.

Like he wasn’t going anywhere.

Like he belonged there — between your thighs, in your heart, in every inch of your broken, healing, perfect soul.

And for the first time in days, you believed it.

to be continued in the next chapter....

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[sibyl-of-space]

amadeus is getting more deranged earlier than originally planned but im leaning into it because i'm having fun

as far as im concerned this just means i have to get even more deranged as it goes. continually escalate. in the middle of episode 3 if you hear a single piece of tonal music i'm not doing my job

[unproduciblesmackdown]

being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.

truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh

that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x

[yume-fanfare]

i need the next climax already i have to draw conclusions about the songsss <-is going to make this about tori

[01tsubomi]

mfw i spent yeeeeears in college aaaaaagonizing about how to turn a short fanfic of mine into a full-length original work and was working on it with my professor and through all the editing became really embarrassed of the original fanfic version thinking it was immature and shallow but could also never make the rewrite work so i moved onto other projects and then today after a very long time reread both of them only to find that the original fic is concise and heartfelt with clunky execution but solid and gripping emotional beats and the novelization is overwritten self-obsessed garbo

[theabigailthorn]

What are we supposed to do now? By ‘we’ I mean UK based trans women and transfems. How are we meant to continue? Knowing the country hates us. The law refuses to accept our existence. Everyone wishes we would just shut up and disappear. How are we supposed to live like this? I know I can’t.

Let me tell you a very funny story that might make you feel better.

Not long ago I called the suicide hotline feeling exactly the way you describe. The volunteer on the other end was an older cis lady, and I was like, "Hey, I'm trans - all this stuff is happening, the government says blah blah blah, the court says XYZ, and I feel like I'm living in this really hostile country that hates me, and it sucks!" I told her how angry I was, how much all this makes me hate by fellow human beings, how much I wouldn't care if Britain sank into the sea or was burned away to ashes along with all its inhabitants, and how ashamed I am of feeling such venom and cynicism.

And there was a bit of a pause.

And the volunteer lady says, "What's trans?"

I - Joker makeup bursting from the pores of my face - explain to her what being transgender is. She has questions like, "So, what was the legal process like, what do you have to do?" and I'm like "Oh HO HO HO! Let me tell you the hoops I had to jump through!" and she's like "Wow, that sounds so difficult?" and I'm like, "HEE HEE HEE I haven't even gotten to the difficult bit yet!" I'm ranting, I'm pacing my living room like a tiger, quoting Merchant of Venice and Coriolanus down the phone to this woman on the suicide hotline, like "If you prick us do we not bleed?! If you tickle us do we not laugh?!" "I banish you, and here remain with your uncertainty!" (She's like "I remember this Shakespeare from school!") It feels like I'm vomiting up this black sludge of hate that I've built up, like people spit on me and I've absorbed all that spit and now I'm burning with it.

So at the end of all this the volunteer lady's like well yeah of course you feel angry, that makes perfect sense! Anybody with a heart would feel the way you do! Of course you feel cynical and bitter and despairing! And she tells me that she hasn't seen any of this, but it's shocked her. She thinks this court case sounds like a really backwards step; she thought Britain was progressive. And I'm like, "I used to think that too, and the loss of that illusion hurts."

But then she goes well look - these judges and politicians, they live in a bubble. They don't really know what life is like for ordinary people like me and you. There are plenty of people in Britain like her, who just don't really pay attention to this stuff. There might be some who throw things at me in the street and treat me poorly, but there are also a lot of people who are just... normal? And fine? And who are just doing their own thing, and who are appalled to discover this kind of thing is happening? And I'm like oh yeah - I guess if the country was destroyed all those people would go too... It's not true that everyone wants us to disappear.

And she says she's going to go home and look all of this up because it sounds like trans people are really being mistreated, and she's like "Thank you for telling me all this. I hope you feel better."

And I'm like yeah you know what, I kinda do. It helped to have someone else go, "I understand how you feel." So, y'know, we've got one more ally at least.

[kamitv]

Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself would probably go something like…

“Well, shit. Didn’t know I had such a slut for a wife,” He’d comment mere seconds after walking in on you.

You’d be laying on your stomach, back arched, knees bent, legs spread, and a hand in between your legs as you fuck a rather lengthy dildo into your sloppy cunt. Your husband, who you weren’t expecting to be home so soon, seems anything but surprised to catch you like this.

If anything, Geto barely tilts his head as he approaches the bed and then cracks a smirk, “Look at this pussy… fuuck, she’s drippin’ all over the place. All because of some stupid toy?” As he makes his comments, he’s unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side.

“Suguu… S’not ‘cause of the toy,” You huff out with a pout, shamelessly staring at your husband as you continue pleasing yourself. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? Y’Missed me baby?” He’d tease, not even bothering to take his shirt off as he can’t help but reach forward and swat your hand away from the toy stuffed inches inside your cunt. He’d purposefully drag the item out of you, listening to that filthy squelch before brining it to his mouth and licking your taste off. “Mmh. Couldn’t even wait f’me, huh? Were you missin’ me or my cock, princess?”

You let out a heavy sigh and wiggle your hips back a bit, begging for him to give you something-, anything, “Both Suguru.”

“Needy ass girl,” He’d scoff in response.

He’s actually rather kind when he catches you pleasing yourself. Which is how and why you ended up with his cock inside you not too long after he’s come home.

Geto doesn’t really like knowing you were getting off without him but at the same time, something about coming home to you whining his name as you imagined he was fucking you instead of some toy kinda turned him on. He wondered how often you did this kinda thing.

And so he decides to ask you while he’s stuffing your cunt full of his thick cock, “You fantasize about me often, baby?” He hushes out to you, staring so deep into your eyes that it makes you feel embarrassed all over. His tone is so soft and loving with you too that it just makes you shudder beneath him as if he’s not fucking you at such a merciless pace right mow.

All you can do is nod as your jaw hangs open, “Uhuh… mmgh, I-, hah, think about you a-ah, all the t-time, Sugu.” Your words come out in between moans but that only fuels his arousal.

The way his lips curve into that knowing little smirk has your nails scraping against his back before he lets out a low hiss. “Fuck. You imagine my cock’s inside you when m’not even here?” Geto asks rhetorically before shifting his hips and hitting that one mushy spot inside you, “You replay our moments together, huh? Maybe we should record it one time so you have somethin’ better to get off to.”

Your legs squeeze around his waist and he notices your back arching up off of the bed. Geto thrusts in harder and faster, eager to watch your face twist up the same way it was moments ago before he’d caught you— he’d never let you feel that euphoric sensation more with some toy instead of his cock. Not that he’s jealous, of course…

“S-Sugu,” You choke out with how rough his hips grow against yours.

His head tips down into the crook of your neck and you can feel his fat cockhead knocking deeper and deeper into your sopping walls as his strokes become more calculated-, passionate almost. “Mhm, I know baby, I know,” He coos against your skin, his breath hot and tone almost hoarse, “M’right here,” God, his gentleness was a complete contrast to those mean hips of his.

Even the way his hands traced along your arms in search of your hand to grab had you so utterly weak.

“Y’missed this right?” Geto whispers hotly as he shifts his lips up to the crown of your ear, “Missed how I treat this pussy, huh?”

Your neck arches as you toss your head back and you feel his fingers squeeze onto one of your hands whilst he presses it down into the mattress. Moaning quiet little babbles in agreement to his soft-spoken yet lewd words, your cunt gushes around his aching cock, almost invitingly encouraging him to continue talking like that.

And who is he to ignore such encouragement? Pressing against your ear again, he starts fucking you a little slower but noticeably harder, “Agh… Missed you too, pretty girl. Hah, missed how she,” He emphasizes that word with a heavier thrust, “Takes me so fuckin’ well-, shit.”

Then he moans into your ear and you think you cum at the sound alone. So clear and provocative, echoing in your ear and making your mind go blissfully blank. “Ha-ah… ngh, Suguru, I… mmh..” You moan as his cock splits you open so deliciously.

Hell, that’s all you could do. Geto weighs his body down against you, pinning you to the mattress completely as he drags his cock almost all the way out of your twitching pussy just to give you a seconds rest. Not that it really helped as he slipped his dick right back into you, his jaw dropping and a filthy moan leaving his wet lips at the way your cunt feels so utterly soaked and warm wrapped around his cock.

Geto swears he could fuck you like this for hours and hours and hours but he’s too eager to see other things.

“Gonna have t’show me how you fuck yourself one of these days, love.” He huffs out breathlessly between thrusts.

You quickly start shaking your head at that—lost between reaching your high and processing his words, “N-No…”

“No? Oh c’mon,” He puts on this pout to mock you, “You don’t wanna show me? We’re married… I’ve shown you how I touch myself when you’re not around, why can’t you do the same, hm?”

“S’embarrassing…” You mumble with your lower lip poking out so deliciously that it makes your husband smirk.

“Aw, it’s embarrassing?” He teases, “Baby, I like it when you’re embarrassed. Plus, you looked so fuckin’ cute tryin’ to fuck yourself without me. Could’ barely take that piece of plastic ‘nd it’s smaller than my cock.”

“Sugu-“

“M’just sayin’…” He shrugs, “I want you to put on a lil’ show f’me. You can do that can’t you?” You’re shaking your head all over again and he frowns, “No? But baby,” His body presses down against you as if to emphasize his words and you could feel his tip pressing into your sweet spot, “C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”

“I-I…” You’re left stuttering and moaning as your eyes travel to the back of your skull, “Ah, Suguru-, mgh…”

“Or would you rather me demand it, huh? Should I tell you you’re gonna show me what you were doin’ with that toy before I got here?” Geto pants into your ear, his lips brushing against your warm skin as you nod frantically in response. “Yeahhh? Alright then, gimme one more ‘nd then you’ll put on a lil’ show for me, ‘kay?”

[fairy-angel222]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men begging and making you give them one more, pumping you full of their cum in the process

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: smut, breeding, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praise, belly bulge, begging, dub con themes, overstimulation, mean! toji, whiny! choso, soft! nanami

✮ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Nng Satoru— no more, ‘s too much.” you mewled, your legs high on Gojo’s shoulders as he fucked deep into you, toned hips slamming against the underside of your thighs loudly.

“Please princess. Fuck. Please take it,” he groaned, “Take it f’ me yeah? Need it s’ bad— shit- my pretty pussy.” His breaths speeding up along with his thrusts. “Doing so well.”

You could only let out a loud cry, your back arching when you felt Gojo’s cock hitting perfectly into your g spot. Hammering the gummy spot till you were seeing stars, vision blurred and your grip on the sheets tightening. “Satoru, oh fuck— nnngh,”

“There’s my good girl— you can do it princess. You’re almost there, fuck. Just one more f’ me.” he breathed.

Gojo smirked at your state underneath him, your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in short screams that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Your face stained with both drool and tears as you were fucked into your 6th orgasm no doubt.

“That’s it princess. Last one okay? Took it so well, fuck. Love ya so much.” He grunted, thrusts sloppy as he brought you both to the edge. Bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive clit making you squirm back with a loud mewl.

“Nuh uh— sensitive,” you cried, your puffy eyes meeting Gojo’s stern ones. Your chest heaving as Gojo kept up his torture, pussy spasming around his girth.

“Cum for me baby, let it all out.” he coaxed, letting out long breaths as his eyes closed. Feeling you squirt around his cock with a cry of his name. “Hmm, so good f’ me. Gonna cum in ya now kay?”

Stuffing his twitching cock as far as it could reach, his hips still as he let himself spill inside you. Moaning at the way your pussy drank it all while you moaned at how full it made you.

Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

✮ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“S-Suguru— wait, no more.” you whimpered, Geto flipping your body so that you were laying flat on your chest, hands gripping the sheet as he rolled his hips into you from on top. “‘S too much Suguru.”

Geto only hummed, his thrusts hard and picking up its pace as he brought his lips to your neck. “Oh c’mon sweet thing, where’s the fun in that. Just take it yeah?”

You let out a loud cry, feeling your boyfriend grinding meanly into your gummy spot. His hips slamming against your ass noisily as he fucked you deep. “It’s just one more i promise.” he groaned, “One more and you’re done for the night.”

His cock bullying its way even deeper into your heat with his hot breath on your skin. A string of mewls falling past your lips and your grip on his sheets tightening, your eyes tearing up as your back arched under him.

“Ahh— Suguru.”

Geto let out a deep grunt, “Look at you, taking it like a good girl f’ me. Fuck,”

Your body trembled with a choked scream, broken whimpers filling the air as Geto fucked you past the edge. Feeling a pool of heat building in your core as your toes curled. “Suguru— nngh, ‘m close,”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweet thing?” he cooed, thrusts getting rough and sloppy as he approached his release. “Fuck, ‘m close too baby, gonna fill you up so good.”

Your moans were shaky when your pussy tightened around him, your lips parting in heavy breaths and your eyes rolling back as you came, spraying messily onto the sheets below.

Geto swallowed hard at the sight. “Shit, so fucking hot.” Slowing his thrusts until he was giving his final grinds against your ass. His thick cock twitching against your walls before spurts after spurts of the sticky substance filled you up.

“There we go.”

✮ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“Choso baby— i don’t think i can take it.” you moaned, your boyfriend’s hands locked tightly around you as he rut his hips into your tightness.

“You’ve gotta take it, i need you to.” he whimpered, “Please, please, please take it. ‘M so close again.” His thrusts hard and uncoordinated as his balls slapped messily onto your skin. Lewd squelching sounds filling the room as Choso fucked himself to release.

“Ahh— Choso, ‘s so much.” you cried out, your boyfriend’s long dick fucking into your sensitive walls, sending shivers through your shaking body.

“It’s just one more, please,” he whined, “you can take one more, you’ve done it before.” Refusing to let you go as he lost himself in the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around him.

You mewled when Choso found a way to speed up his pace even more, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close.

“O-oh nng— are you close too baby? Please tell me you’re close,” he cried, “Need to cum in you so bad.” His thrusts sloppy as the throb of his cock intensified, squeezing you tighter into him with a loud moan.

“H-hahh,” you breathed, your chest heaving as you felt yet another orgasm washing over you. You would never get a break at this point, Choso was just too lost in it. “Mhm, ‘m close.”

Choso smiling into your skin while slamming his cock deep past your slippery walls, both of you filling the room with your noises as you creamed his cock with shaky legs and curled toes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Choso mewled, thrusts slowing down as he spilled all his cum into your insides.

✮ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Tojiii— i can’t, no more.” you sniffled. Your face down and your ass up with both your hands held tightly behind your back with one of his.

“Yes you can.” the man grunted, “you can fucking take it and you’re going to fucking take it.” His eyes dark as he slammed hard into your tight pussy, his girth stretching you out while you clenched down on him.

“But Tojiii— ‘s too much,” your cries had already turned to sobs. Fat tears drenching your face as you were rocked roughly into the mattress. Your body trembling as you lay tiredly, Toji being the only thing forcing you to stay on your knees.

“No buts doll.” He warned, “Told you to take it, so take it. You hear me?” Watching as you nodded with a cry, your eyes closing in loud mewls when Toji began pulling your ass back onto his cock together with his thrusts.

“Ahh— Toji ‘m close, ‘s so sensitive.” you moaned, your stomach tightening as you neared what seemed like your 10th orgasm. Unable to go against the movement of toji fucking you into the sheets. “Nngh, ‘m so close Tojii.”

“See that? Not so hard to be a good girl now is it? This is your last one kay doll?” his thrusts never slowing down as he neared his release, cock fucking directly into your spot pulling a choked scream out of you.

Your toes curling and your vision going white as everything fell apart.

“There we go. Fucking cum for me.”

Your body shook as you came, the orgasm painfully pleasurable as your pussy gushed onto him. Toji letting out a low whistling at how hard you clenched down. “My turn.”

A smirk on his face as he fucked sloppily into you, his duck twitching at the recoil of your ass before he was bottoming out with a loud groan. Painting your walls a creamy white.

“Look at that, all that whining and you still took it well hmm?”

✮ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Kentoo— i don’t think i have another one in me.” you mewled, your legs aching as Nanami bounced you on his cock. His hands on your waist with yours wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes you do sweetheart. Been knowing this body of yours for years. That sweet little pussy can take it.” he reassured, bouncing you up and down so delicately until you were moaning his name, nails digging into the top of his back.

“Kento,”

Nanami smiled, “See? There you go. Just take it for me.” Speeding up the pace in which he slammed your tight pussy down fully on his cock. Thick mushroom tip bulging lightly in your stomach as your pussy tried to take his girth.

“O-oh Kento— nngh,” you cried out, your head dizzy as it fell back, the painful sensitivity turning into pure ecstasy as you were guided to ride the man underneath you. “Kento, mmm, ‘m getting close.” you whimpered.

Nanami’s lips kissing up your chest, then up your neck until he reached your face. Placing soft pecks all over your face. “So damn pretty. Gonna cum on my cock again sweetheart?”

Your back arching as you nodded, “Mhm,”

Nanami could feel his breathing speeding up as your wet pussy brought him to near his release as well. Groaning loudly when he began guiding your hips with no rhythm, his fat tip grazing every corner of your insides before piercing deep.

A loud string of moans being pulled out of you when you felt yourself about to let go. “Ah, Kento— ‘s so good,” you mewled, “gonna cum.” Grinding your hips back and forth to stimulate your already sensitive clit.

“Let it out sweetheart, cum for me. Such a good girl.” Watching as you came with a silent scream, your mouth hung open as your pussy formed a sopping creamy ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” Nanami grunted, “Gonna cum deep in you sweetheart.” His grip on your hips tightening as he held you flush on his hips. A loud moan falling past your lips when ropes of his hot cum were pumped deep in you.

“What did i tell you, you could take it.”

[psuejo]

❥ inspo from this twt...

your husband has a serious problem.

... okay, well, he has multiple serious problems, but you’re worried about one in specific. caleb’s greed regarding you is nothing new — whatever you’re willing to offer, he’s willing to take — but you really didn’t think he’d become so obsessed.

he’s got you propped up on a mountain of pillows like a queen on her throne, one hand running up and down your side while the other is busy with the sopping mess between your legs, fingers pumping in and out at a deliciously slow pace.

“c-caleb,” you moan, and his cock gives a happy twitch in his sticky briefs, “the milk is ‘posed to be for the baby, not you.”

your beloved only hums, the deep vibrations making your back arch and chest push further into his face as he suckles and nibbles at your puffy, sensitive peak, breast milk dripping onto his tongue. tastes like heaven. “she’s not even here yet. plus, gotta teach ‘er ‘sharing is caring’ early on, right?”

ugh. you regret giving him those pregnancy books.

your eyes narrow in a weak glare. “that isn’t how that works...” not that he’s at all worried about that right now. his pupils are blown to high hell — pitch-black leaving only a thin ring of violet.

he just can’t get enough.

even in your ire, caleb is sure you’re the most gorgeous thing to ever exist. face and body softer from the pregnancy, that swollen bump that he hasn’t quit touching since the day it became prominent, the furrow in your brow and the small but definite pout on those plush lips.

oh, he’ll never grow tired of worshipping you. he swears it.

“mm, really? didn’t know you were such a stickler for the specifics, pips.” his thumb swipes through your folds, gathering more than enough slick to rub small circles on your clit. you’re practically a waterpark down there, and he isn’t sure whether it’s due to your hormones or the fact he’s feeding from you.

(likely both. you’re just as debauched as him, even if you don’t like to show it.)

“oh, god— ‘m not,” you huff as your hips buck up into his hand, pushing those slender fingers deeper, right into places you’ve never dreamed of reaching alone. your thighs tremble, and he knows exactly what that means. “y-you’re just wrong.”

caleb tuts, as if reprimanding himself on your behalf. “oh, i’m sorry, honey. i’ll let you teach me about it and get me right when we’re done, yeah? just lemme finish my meal real quick.”

he ups his pace all around — mouth working faster as his hand abandons your waist to massage and squeeze your breast, fingers curling right at that spongey spot before they start to thrust faster, his own hips barely resist the urge to grind against the bed or hump the air.

“y’know how i am about lettin’ food go to waste.”

he certainly isn’t going to waste this. your milk is rich and sweet, a taste he wouldn’t be able to find and wouldn’t dare seek from anyone besides you. which, in his opinion, is exactly how it should be; the only ones allowed to experience this is him and your child.

hey, he’s never quite been in the habit of sharing.

[kelisewrites]

cw: smut, blowjob

you and katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and he’s gone down on you plenty of times, but you had never returned the favor.

he was sitting on the couch, manspreading per usual, so you thought you would take your chance. you walk over to him, and kneel down right in front of him.

“..what’re you doin’?” he asks, staring down at you, raising an eyebrow.

“ive just.. been thinking, you always do so much for me katsuki, and i wanna return the favor,” you grab a hair tie from your wrist, pulling your hair into a bun.

he watches you, then realizes what you mean. “you sure? don’t wanna make you feel like you have to”

you smile at his consideration, before nodding. “i want to kats,” you run your hands up his thighs before tapping him, allowing his hips to lift so you can wriggle his shorts and boxers down.

his cock springs free from his boxers, and oh god, you forgot just how big he was. you hand wraps around him, and you begin moving your hand along his shaft, getting a feel.

katsuki hissed when you parted your lips and touched your tongue to his tip, before opening your mouth wider as you take him inch by inch.

“fuck, just like that baby,” he grunts, watching you bob up and down on his length.

you try taking him deeper, allowing his cock to sink deeper into your throat. you could hear katsuki stifle a moan.

“atta girl. wanted t’a make me feel good?” he brings a hand up to grip your hair, as you pick up the pace.

you hum in response, the vibrations making katsuki whimper. you continue sucking his cock, allowing it to slide further into your mouth.

“fuck yeah, you’re taking me so well baby,” he looks down at you, practically slobbering on him. he can see a mix of his pre cum and your spit drooling from your mouth. spilling all on your chest.

“so fuckin’ messy”

you pull away to catch your breath before pressing your lips to katsuki’s tip, giving it a kiss then flicking your tongue back and forth against him.

katsuki doesn’t even try to hold back a moan when you did this. his hips buckled slightly, nudging his tip to your mouth. he moves his hand to your jaw, his thumb parting your lips open for him.

you comply, opening your mouth to wrap yourself on him again. “uh huh, there you go.” he’s groaning, loud, and you can see him tensing with every movement, his breath growing heavier.

he squirms underneath you. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. wan’ cum in that pretty mouth of yours? can i?”

he’s practically trembling at this point, trying so hard to keep his eyes open to watch you.

katsuki’s stomach clenches as you suddenly shove your head all the way down, taking him deeper into your throat, his tip hitting the back of your neck.

“holy—baby wait, slow down, shit shit,” his words broke off into a low groan, his hips stuttering suddenly. “m cummin’, fuck..”

he spasms before you feel his cum shooting into your mouth, and boy there was a lot of it. more than you were expecting. once he finished, you moved off his cock, your lips making a pop sound, before making eye contact with him to make sure he could see you swallow.

“fuck, baby.. are you okay?” he’s hazy, coming down from his orgasm, his cock twitching at the sight of his cum coated on your tongue.

you nod, “was that good?”

“was fuckin’ fantastic.” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. he then helps you up and lays you on the couch.

he smirks, “how about i return the favor, yeah?”

© kelisewrites 2025 all posts belong to me! please do not plagiarize or repost anything of mine

[jaxon-exe]

I’ve seen that future…

If you had told Danny that joining the justice league would mean getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go to some stupid meeting, he never would have joined. Well that not fully true but he might have agreed to have a Zata tube installed in Amity. Even with how much he hates those things it still seems like a better idea now that he is flying through space trying to catch up with this stupid satellite. He was already late thanks to Skulker, which means he missed his perfectly times window to catch the watchtower in orbit so now he’s here playing catch up.

He didn’t even bother to slow down from his Mach 20 pace when he reached it. Just turned intangible and shot through the window into the meeting room. He was expecting to get scolded for being late. Or for his dramatic entrance but he was not expecting the other members to not notice him at all on account of them arguing.

Taking the golden opportunity to get out of a scolding, (he did not want to be the victim of another bat glare) he kept he’s mouth shut and floated down to Hal. Who seemed to be sulking off to the side of the fight. “Dude, what’s gonna on?”

“Batman,” the name was spat like a curse. “Had plans on how to take us all out.” Hal waved to the screen before him, inviting Danny to look.

“Really?” He floated to the screen, seeing files with each leaguer’s name. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked on his own.

“Yeah! Can you fucking believe this?” Hal growled out. “He planned on how to kill us all and is now acting like we’re the unreasonable ones.” Danny would normally be shaken by Hal’s anger. The guy so rarely got truly anger that it startled Danny every time. In that moment however he couldn’t bring his attention way from the screen. It was a decent plan. Risky, unlikely to work but decent. The fact Batman did this at all though. “You think you know a guy, right? Phantom?” Hal asked when he saw the ghost wasn’t responding to him.

Before he could continue his questioning Phantom shot off across the room. All leaguers that could keep up with the ghost speed braces from a fight when they saw him heading straight for Batman. They were anger with him yeah but they didn’t want him dead. They all knew Phantom was physically capable of doing that and had only seen him fly this fast in battle.

Their concern turned to confusion however when Danny stopped dead still just before the dark knight. Looking the man over before reaching to the side, Danny’s hand disappearing into a green vortex that appeared out of thin air. When he pulled back, a small metal box, no bigger than a watch box, laid in his hand as he presented it to Batman.

“This is a blood blossom.” The soft words cut through the tense silence. “It is one of, no it is the only thing that can kill me. For good.” Batman looked at the box, then at the boy. Determination sat on his brows despite the tired sadness that coloured his eyes. “If I…” His eyes broke away from the white lenses. “If I go bad. Please. I understand you don’t want to kill. So please, give this to someone who will kill me.”

No one moved for a moment as they processed the request. Emotions shifting wildly in them all. Superman’s landing on anger. “Why would you give him that?!” He stepped forward. “He already plans to kill us all why would you give him that?!”

“Because I’ve seen that future.” The conference was stated plainly. Melancholy waiting down on the boy as he turn to the others. “The realms are different than here.” His trembled. “Time works differently. You can walk into tomorrow and run into yesterday. Every possibly future exists within the realms.”

He scanned each heroes face as his voice harden. “I’ve seen what happens. I know what happens if I turn.” Danny took a deep breath as he met superman’s eyes. Gazing at him with eyes that saw more than what was in front of him. “I killed you first Clark.” It was stated as fact. Non of them could bring themselves to doubt him. “Then Diana. Then Hal. One by one each one of you were killed… by me.”

His breath came out frosted, his emotions making it hard to keep from freezing the watchtower as he turned back to Batman. “You survived the longest. Out of everyone here you got the closest to stopping me. In that reality however, you didn’t know about ghost. Didn’t know how to fight me.” He held out the box again. “Please, I can’t let that future happen.”

Everyone was stunned. Watching in silent shock as the horror of what Phantom said sunk in. Batman recovers quickest, slowly reaching out to grab that box which he now identified as being made of lead.

“Thank you Phantom.” There was more to those words than what it may appear. A silent reassess that the ghost picked up on.

[mostly-imagines]

There’s A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom

dick grayson x afab!reader

aka the professional boyfriend

warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)

Dick Grayson is a vigilante. He’s a master martial artist and gymnast. He’s something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that he’s basically a professional boyfriend. That he’s your professional boyfriend.

And pride really is the right word. He’s so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when you’re too tired and make you laugh like it’s his job. He’s absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.

You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dick’s shoulder. “I’m worried the navy one is too…much.” You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.

He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, “Too much?”

You look over at him, matching his expression. “It’s really short. I mean it’s cute and I like it, but…I don’t know, this is kind of a fancy event isn’t it?” 

He puckers his lips, shaking his head. “Short’s good. I like short.” Yeah, you’d noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.

You laugh, “And I’m sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.”

His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. “The black one’s good too.”

You peer over into one of the bags, “Or there’s the red one with the—”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “Not red.”

You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. “Then why did I get it?”

“Just for me.” He pauses, “Or for something my brother won’t be at.” He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. “No, the black one looked great on you. And we won’t have to go searching for a matching tie.” 

Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.

You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. “Will you please let me hold some?” You frown.

“Will you please hold my hand?” He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You don’t notice it, but he’s got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.

You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, “Don’t touch that!” followed by him clamoring like you’re about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.

“Oh my god..” you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look. 

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.

“Not a thing.” He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, you’re surprised he didn’t attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.

He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. “When do we need to leave?”

“Uh…” he glances at the wall clock, “Not till seven.” He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. “You wanna get something to eat before we go?”

You muse, “This is the one with those mini stakes, isn’t it?” He nods. “No, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.”

His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips. 

You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when you’re interrupted by his relentless fervor.

“Ah, ah.” He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. “Give me a kiss.” 

“Dick.”

“Just one.” Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. “Thank you, baby.”

You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. “Ah, I’m not new around here. I know where this’ll go if I let you.”

He nods complaisantly, “Then let me.” His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay.  

It doesn’t last too long though because the second you’re back in the room he’s trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though there’s a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.   

He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too. 

“I wanna marry you.” He murmurs into your neck after a while. 

You laugh incredulously, “Have you been drinking when I have my back turned?”

“‘M serious.” He nudges you off him so he can look at you.

You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. “You’re being very…” you scrunch up your mouth to the side, “…Ostentatious today.” 

He barks out a laugh, “Wow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?”

You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. “I’m going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.” you say, running your finger over his lips. 

He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. “Let me marry you?” 

You sigh bashfully, “Dick—”

“Please?” He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. You’re not convinced he doesn’t have a superpower in that area.

You know he’s not really proposing right now, he’s too much of a romantic to do it like this. He’s just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. It’s working.

“I’d be such a good husband to you.” He kisses your collarbone, “So good.” He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. He’s being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to.  

“Mrs. Grayson…” he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. “Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

It really does. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about marrying him before. He’s nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.

Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. “Buy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ‘n a big party just for you.” He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.

He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. “Come home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,” He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. “Kiss this pretty pussy.” He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.

You’re not nearly as hesitant on this as you’re pretending to be, and you both know it. But he’s perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend you’re not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. “I’ll think about it…” 

He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.

He’s trying real hard to land that promotion.

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[digiflora]

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request ؛ ଓ @coreakin-sakarat What will the honkai star rail men play when yr having sex and who bottom or both and do they go rithm oh oh and do they use toys on u and what are their favorite parts of ur body to fuck

gia's notes ؛ ଓ i did this as more of me just... talkin abt what i think the hsr men are like in bed in order from least to most freaky in my humble opinion. i hope that you like it even though i didn't exactly hit every point u brought up :(

DAN HENG .ᐟ୨୧ starting it off sweet with him, i see dan heng as more of a bottom than anything... he's not super experienced, quite a tender lover, and i see him as remaining quite serious and stoic within the bedroom too. definitely more of a slow and sensual pace, just wants to feel it all with you <3 he's quite hesitant to try things out imo, but i reckon that you could convince him to try out using toys with some convincing! 1000% a thigh guy, really likes pulling out and painting your thighs with his cum as he watches them shake. presses kisses to your forehead as you come down from both of your highs. lowkey i get the vibe that the aftercare and the cuddling and falling asleep together is more satisfying to him than having sex. THIS MAN CRAVES SKIN TO SKIN!!!! he will interlace your fingers while fucking and kiss all over your face!!! a very sweet lover <3

GEPARD .ᐟ୨୧ this man SCREAMS pleasure service top to me. he could cum in his pants just by watching you i swear. he just wants to satisfy you as best as he can :((( your wish is his command frfr. he'll put you in whatever positions you want fully customisable experience just say the word. will sometimes pause midway through sex just to ask you if he's doing a good job and if it feels good with his big puppy dog eyes AWEE. i think he would probably be a little hesitant to try out toys, especially at first? his logic reverts to him assuming that he wasn't good enough at pleasuring you and so you have to revert to a piece of plastic... but be a bit dominant and show, don't tell, him just how good a vibrator can feel and he'll be a lot more on board with the idea <3 his whole mentality is just.. do anything to give you pleasure so if you're on the freakier side, this man is game! (PEG HIM) the little sadistic side of you gets a kick seeing tears well up in his eyes if you edge him just to hear his whines and moans... he might be a top but this man is a sub thru and thru. a bad bitch (you) tells him what to do and he listens!! anyways back to when you and him are fucking... this man is just utterly in love with your pussy, they way it gushes and clenches around him, and his absolute favourite position is any where he gets to just bury his face in ur tits while he's buried inside of you because everything is just so comforting and all of him is now surrounded by something so warm and soft... he's in heaven <3 so yeah he's a tits guy who would have thought!! no matter the shape or size HE'S PUTTING THEM IN HIS MOUTH <3 his thrusts get real sloppy at the end when he's about to cum too, starts babbling in your ear about how good it feels and how much he loves u. what a cutie pie

ARGENTI .ᐟ୨୧ to be honest? i had to think a bit about this one. to me, argenti doesn't really seem like the type to bring up using toys... but that doesn't mean that he isn't game if you mention it. he seems ... not passive exactly? but he just seems like the type to go with the flow with sex. whatever you're into he'll just be like shit i'm down let's go. not kinky per se, but he's definitely a passionate lover. very much wants to explore sensuality. ooh maybe he would be into some sort of wax play or blindfold type behaviour i take it back. would probably chuckle if you decide to get on top and place his hands on your hips to help you adjust to his size and set your own pace <3 very loving, wants to celebrate the beauty of your naked body and worship it in the name of adrila. so yeah if you've got a praise kink, HE'S YOUR MAN!!! you feel like the subject of a poem as he sings your praises, telling you how pretty you look and sound when you cum. like shiiiii that would be enough to make me blush <33 in terms of pace and stuff, i feel like he would be pretty standard? maybe on the slower side because of... you know... passion. it's nothing crazy but still a good time. he seems like he prefers to be looking up at you so RIDE THAT MAN!! maintain eye contact as you sink down on it. raise your hips back up ever so slowly and watch the slightest twitch of his brow as you swivel your hips, sinking back down on it ever so slowly. you might just see him blush. and just as the name suggests, the knight of beauty is a SIGHT to behold when he cums (probably inside).

WELT .ᐟ୨୧ yeah peepaw has got some EXPERIENCE to him lmaoo. he's got a sort of... cheekier? side to him. as an older man, though, he doesn't exactly have the same stamina as he did in his youth :( but that doesn't mean that he can't still get down and dirty with you!! quite the opposite actually. so his solution? he uses toys on you <3 he's more of a bottom but he is DEFINITELY in charge. his dirty talk OMFGG im giggling just thinking about it he would praise you and whisper such sweet words to you as he slowly splits you open on his fat cock, telling you how you're such a good girl for taking him so well, how you feel so good around him, all so he can feel you clench around him like a vice grip as he finally bottoms out <33 def would just have his hands around your waist as he moves you up and down his length when you're feeling weightless. but if he's in a more passive mood, he also LOVESSSS just sitting back and watching you struggle to ride him with a lazy adoring look in his eyes as he holds a vibrator to your clit <333 he'll coo at you as you start crying from the overstimulation, his hands wiping away your tears so tenderly and encouraging you to keep going just for him <3 a little bit of a sadistic side to him because he really does just love watching you squirm. another thigh and ass guy imo, really loves the way they jiggle as they slam down against his own thighs as you start to pick up the pace and ride him with increasing desperation. also loves watching them shake when you cum <3. so yeah as a no brainer i think one of his favourite positions would be reverse cowgirl. yum <3

BOOTHILL .ᐟ୨୧ now dont get me wrong this man FUCKS. since he's a cyborg does his dick count as a toy...? yeah fuck it let's go with it HIS BIOCOCK VIBRATES!! so the sensations on that will go CRAZYYYY. and then i'm thinking because of his synthesia beacon and stuff he doesn't exactly experience much sensation down there. so when you're having sex, what gets him off the most is just seeing your pleasure as you unravel. makes him feel good vicariously <3 so yeah definitely a missionary lover in my eyes so he can watch all your facial expressions and reactions as he hits all the right places, how your brows furrow and your eyes slide shut and eyes roll back in your head as he keeps up his unforgiving pace at juuuuust the right angle <33 but don't get me wrong he's no vanilla bitch either!! if he wants to be feeling more ... sensations he can and will make you just sit on his face for actual HOURS just eating you out to his heart's content. you'd think that his tongue is cybernetic too with the way it flicks across your clit at a borderline INHUMAN speed. but no he's just that good. some of ur most intense orgasms have been from him tonguefucking you like this, his head firmly sandwiched between your quivering thighs as you're basically humping his face as u ride out your high. and hey, he's not complaining <3 and then his smug shit-eating grin does NOT help at all when you're still trying to come back down to earth and he's sitting up wiping the slick off his face with that hungry look STILL in his eyes good lord i hope u can survive the night. this bastard has definitely ruined toys for you, they just don't feel the same any more <//3

BLADE .ᐟ୨୧ fucks hard. angry and/or jealous sex with him has just gotta be >>> 😮‍💨😮‍💨 he's on the rougher side and for MOST of the time will dom. and also tbh i don't really see him as being the type to use toys since he's more spontaneous in terms of having sex (public sex. he's got a high sex drive) but very very passionate for sure- lots of grunts and low moans right up in ur ear mhhhnrng. but also at the same time i feel like he would be quite emotionally detached from sex at first, seeing it as more like stress relief than an act of intimacy? and don't get me wrong, some of the best fucks of your life have come from him when he's just trying to release some pent up anger, but on the flip side there's a more vulnerable side to him, almost. one that's barely there any more from years of bitterness and resentment, but still manages to creep up on him on those late nights where he can't quite sleep. so if you're with him on those rare occasions, this is when you experience him not fucking you, but making LOVE. he won't talk, but he doesn't need to, not with the way he's holding you close to him and kissing you with something akin to desperation as he sinks into you and kind of just... stays there for a bit. it's oddly comforting to him, and if he's feeling especially weak he'll need some comfort- just to get him through the night. it's these nights where you take control more, setting a slow and sweet pace and kind of just... hushing him and whispering sweet words to him as you slowly let yourself grind over him, feeling the way he twitches inside of u <333 but yeah back to not vulnerable blade. a fan of quickies for sureeee (see: high sex drive) another tit guy because i am biased. the force of his thrusts in some dark alleyway or hidden corner will have them jiggling and threatening to fall out of whatever shirt you wear. and if he's got you lifted up in his arms, your legs wrapped around him as you're chest to chest with each other, he just can't tear his eyes away from your boobs. leaves bites on them, laves over them like a damn dog until they're coated in saliva and stiff and perked up because of how cold it feels when drying on your skin. if you're in doggystyle, you'll feel his hands clasp over them from behind, a few short and sweet squeezes to them before his blunt nails are flicking over your nipples just to hear you squeal <3

AVENTURINE .ᐟ୨୧ just like blade, he very much has two different modes. let's start with the freaky one bc that's fun. he's quite open to experiment with all aspects of sex- who's in charge, who's topping, toys, positions, you name it. he trusts you enough to do anything with or to you short of causing each other pain. so yeah he's a freak alright!! i feel like if you're in an established relationship, he'll feel guilty due to the amount if time that he spends away from you because of his job, and make it up to you by spoiling you with gifts... he loves to buy you new toys to try out as he sits back and just watches as you squirm and then writhe in pleasure as he slowly palms himself, eventually unzipping his trousers and jerking himself off until he cums all over u <33 definitely gets a kick out of seeing his cum painting your pretty face and how your tongue darts out to catch it before it drips onto the floor <333 or maybe he just strokes himself to stay hard, his eyes hungrily watching you as your own remain transfixed on his cock, the flushed tip disappearing with every stroke of his hand, the slick noises of his precum overpowering the buzzing hum of the dildo inside of you. and then when neither of you can handle the tension any more, dying to feel each other's touch, after you've cum a couple of times and are all nice and sensitive for him, then and ONLY then will he finally put it in, quickly setting a pace to fuck your brains out like a wild animal <3 lovessss doggystyle or the speedbump position because then he's all up in your guts and ur moans/screams of pleasure are just music to his ears. definitely the type to go a little feral bc... yeah. so yeah that's freaky mode! but like blade he has a softer side to him UNLIKE blade it is still definitely there and more accessible... but that doesn't mean he exposes it to you just like that either. but yeah if he's feeling more vulnerable emotionally, especially right after he wakes up from a nightmare while you're groggily waking up next to him, he just needs comfort. you holding him and stroking his hair, telling him how he's safe and how much you love him. if you've been together for a while and he really trusts you, he might even cry. almost begs you to call him kakavasha instead of aventurine, and you oblige. and then as soon as his name leaves your lips, he's kissing you hard, gradually letting them become tender as you undress each other with the utmost amount of care. it's love that motivates him, from what you can feel from his fingers tracing your skin and how soft his lips press against yours. he lets out a quiet moan as he sinks into you and basks in your warmth for a bit, letting his arms now wrap around your frame tightly, holding you to himself as if you would disappear any moment. and you hug him too, draw patterns on his back, stroke his hair and hum as you tell him how much you love him, listening to the sound of his shaky breaths as you slowly raise your hips, sinking back down inch by inch to hear him hiss. at first, he would still refuse to let you see his face when you have sex like this, not until you gently coax him to look at you, and you see the crystalline tears already escaping from his eyes. he's definitely the type to cry during sex like this- something so soft and tender that it's overwhelming to him for so many reasons- the vulnerability of it all, how much you love and care for him written all over your face, the way you squeeze against him so perfectly. and then he buries his face in your chest as you keep whispering words of affirmation to him and he cums so fast, deep inside of you and then he stays even when he feels himself go soft. just because it feels nice. and he falls asleep just like that, clinging to you, the person he loves.

JING YUAN .ᐟ୨୧ another member of team lazy but pussydrunk (him and welt have permanent memberships lmfao) whenever the two of you fuck it usually starts with him making you work for it. involving either you getting off by grinding on his thigh or riding him, desperately throwing your weight back onto him to even simulate the feeling of his powerful thrusts- all in vain as he merely sits there, looking up at you with a maddening smile and just WATCHING you... what a creep <3 but yeah he loves loves loves seeing how worked up and whiny you get for him to do something, anything, just for him to do the exact opposite, placing two firm hands on your hips to effectively get you to stop, and you whine again from the loss of friction. and he'll merely smile, telling you how you're such a good girl for him, getti my off from watching you get so so close, just to do it over and over again. orgasm denial and edging really are his two best friends fr. so he's not really a strict dom but more of a tease, you get me? i think that YES he will use toys. really gets a kick out of vibrating panties or a vibrator inside of you that he can remote control <33 just really enjoys when you're in public trying to remain composed (what a creep <3) keeps u constantly stimulated all day, finally making it up to you when you both get back home, fucking you properly as you're on the verge of tears and ready to cum any second. hmmm hear me out on this but i think his favourite place to cum would be your back.. like yeah finishing inside is cool and all but pulling out and cumming all over your back just drives him CRAZY and ready for another round... as soon as you recover <3

LUOCHA .ᐟ୨୧ LORDDDDDD he's like jing yuan but even WORSE. he's dangerous too because in his eyes, it isn't him or a toy but him AND a toy. this man will have u in his lap thighs spread legs hanging over his knees so he can keep them open as he has one hand gripping your chin forcing to look at yourself in a mirror, the other hand holding a vibe to yr clit <33 every time your eyes start to roll back he'll do a light slap to your face, forcing you to hold eye contact with him through the mirror, his feline eyes dancing with mirth at your already fucked-out expression. and then when he's sure that his gaze is holding your attention, he'll let go of your face, letting his hand snaie downwards until his hands are collecting your slick on his fingers before pushing into you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek that contradicts how hard he's fingering you <3 squirting is not an achievement but the new standard with him!! that man is NOT relenting until you coat his arm and the floor (even the mirror) he really likes making you kiss him just after you cum- when your brain is foggy from the intensity of your orgasm, you can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying, and when u finally manage to connect your lips to his the kiss is just so sweet n sloppy, showing how worked up he is already <33 he's a little mean with it but you wouldn't have it any other way!! because that man knows what you need and will DELIVER. and he loves alllll of you. especially your pussy. and ass lol

DR RATIO .ᐟ୨୧ ok stay with me now cos this one's more of a scenario but!!! imagine that you haven't seen veritas in a while because you've both been busy but he messages you, saying how he'll finally be back soon!!! and ur just so excited that you can't contain it, and all those lonely nights are starting to tally up... your hands just don't do the trick any more and you finally cave, getting out your old reliable dildo to try and satiate your lust. trying your hardest to focus on veritas while you fuck yourself so that you'll be able to cum... pretending that it's his cock instead of some silicone... moaning out his name into your room with your eyes screwed shut to try trick your brain into believing that it's really him!! and it seems to work because you can feel that coil in you begin to tighten, and just when ur about to cum you feel a hand on top of yours, startling you out of your impending orgasm. and you open your eyes to see none other than the man who you had been fantasising about just now <3 and he's got this smirk on his face and a certain look in his eyes, and when you glance down you can see that he isn't exactly... unaffected from watching you earlier <33 i feel like he would degrade you a little, calling you such a stupid girl for needing to think of him just to even get close to cumming <333 and you'll whine and get embarrassed, trying to hide yourself with the covers, but deep down you know he's right so you peek at him from behind your lashes, batting them and begging him to help you as sweetly as you can. and how can he deny you when you're just so sweet and submissive for him? he'll be quick to take out his cock, slipping the head through your folds, letting it catch as it skims past your needy hole, letting the tip slap against your sensitive clit just to watch your whole body twitch as he chuckles to himself before bullying his cock into you. even after fucking yourself it's still a stretch, especially cos he has you in a mating press, his strong hands keeping your thighs pinned as he puts hisbweight behind his thrusts, really slamming into you until you're bouncing back against the mattress <33 a good hard fuck that hits all the right spots he needs to in order for you to cum HARD. but if he's feeling mean, he won't even oblige your request, instead being all smug and settling back on his haunches, goading you to keep going and make yourself cum without him because you're just so close, you can do it. watches your pathetic attempts to do so as you huff and beg him because you just can't without him <//3 and maybe if you beg hard enough he'll consider helping you out... even though it's just so entertaining to watch you keep trying. ironically enough, it's the way he calls you his sweet girl as he finally pushes into you that sends you over the edge more than any of your own touches did. and once you ride out that high, body no longer convulsing on his dick, he'll pull out of you just to flip you onto your stomach, then pull your hips up to meet his before fucking into you to make you really cum because of him this time <33

SAMPO .ᐟ୨୧ this man is MOST DEFINITELY an experimentalist!!! 1000% down for literally anything. you use toys on each other el oh el. the epitome of a switch. he'll top or bottom too, it's always a good time with him. definitely a freak. tbh i headcanon him as having a crazy oral fixation... if he's not sucking on your tits already then put your fingers in his mouth!! he'll have hearts swimming in his eyes, especially if you let them slide to the back of his throat until he gags and his eyes get all teary!!! definitely a sight to behold if u start fingerfucking his throat. or maybe just gag him with your panties, letting urself hear his muffled whines and moans as you finally free his cock and deepthroat him <33 oh god his whines and moans... get this man on twitter NEEOOOWWW. as a top he's definitely more goofy about it, not super strict. sex is about making sure you both feel good and just having a good time im his eyes.

GALLAGHER .ᐟ୨୧ ... this man... a certified freak. me personally im not into it but IF U LIKE ANAL THIS IS UR GUY 1000%%%. he def loves ur ass more than anything. the type to stick a finger in as he makes out with you or just let his finger tease the ring of muscle, circling it ever so slowly to feel u squirm while sat naked in his lap. when he eats you out he'll let his tongue drop a little lower to tease both of your holes. if u let him he'll eat your ass with GUSTO. and YES he's using toys on you you're not safe... buttplugs with the cute jewel on them and when you're in public he'll give your ass a slap or squeeze just to see your face change as you feel it press a little deeper into you... he'll have a vibrator fucking into your pussy as he's all up in your guts, laughing at the way you can't even form words right now. yeahhh he's a FREAK. oh and did i mention that he's an ass guy??

SUNDAY .ᐟ୨୧ ohohoho. this man has actual YEARS of pent up sexual frustration under his belt. his wings. whatever. he's a man who thrives off of control, and this is no exception in the bedroom. massive dom. both soft and hard. but more hard <3. really gets off on u calling him sir LAWLLL. lowkey i see him being into some real freaky bdsm stuff... cos hes got the whole sexually repressed catholic thing going on n all yknow. likes seeing u kneeled w your hands tied behind your back. you stripped naked while hes fully clothed and smiling so sweetly as he watches you try and get yourself off by humping his shoe. anything for that power imbalance with him hrrrrng. and if youre feeling a bit more bratty, touch his wings. preen them, blow air on them, even grip onto them HARD with your fingers and it'll get him all riled up. and then that sweet smiling facade will drop and youll see his eyes change into something a touch more feral as he pins u down and fucks u hard and properly. just to remind u who's really in control <3. the aftercare goes crazy, naturally. but then i also saw this post talking abt how hes a PEOPLE PLEASER and i agree 10000% so when he's feeling more soft, your pleasure is his greatest reward. a headrush mix of sweet praise and filthy degradation. telling you how you're a nasty bitch who's just so good for him... how you take him so well like the filthy slut you are.... and he's just so so composed during it all like an ANGEL EHFHWJFJE it makes ur head spin istg. yeah he's a freak in the sheets LOLL

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[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬

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"wait, what?" matt blinked at you when you told him that you never had anyone go down on you. "you’ve never..." he trailed off, trying to find the right word. "received?" confusion was evident in his tone since he thought you had done almost everything—not because he thinks you hook up a ton. but because he finds you attractive, more than a best friend should, and in his eyes it was confusing how no guy had done it yet.

you nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed that you were putting it out in the open. still, it was matt you were telling it to so that took away from the shyness.

"well, that’s a surprise." matt muttered, shifting on the bed beside you as his eyes bore into yours. "so is it like... you don’t want to or something? ’cause i don’t think any guy would refuse-" he paused, finding his own words quite crude. "ugh what am i saying?" he groaned quietly in embarrassment.

"don’t worry, i get what you mean—you think i’m hot." you teased, laughing heartily when he shoved you to the side.

"that’t not what I mean." he mumbled defensively as he looked away, crossing his arms. a soft flush creeped up his face as he felt his cheeks grow hot from embarrassment.

"well to answer your question, it was more on my side than anything... i just didn’t feel comfortable letting anyone do that you know?" you said, making matt turn back to you as he nodded slightly in understanding, uncrossing his arms.

"so if it’s me... would you be comfortable then?" the words left his mouth before he could stop them, causing both of you to freeze up. matt looked equally as surprised as you, as if he wasn’t the one that said it.

"that’s- um..." you blinked at him confused and surprised, also kinda turned on for some odd reason—well, not so odd since your hot best friend was asking you if you’d be alright if he ate you out. "yeah, i guess." you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

what is even happening?

before you could even register the fact that matt, your best friend, was more than willing to give you oral sex, he was already in between your legs with both your pants and underwear off, staring at your core hungrily before diving in without warning.

you let out a surprised gasp, your hands immediately flying to his head to clutch onto his hair as your hips jolted when he flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit. your head fell back against your pillow, a small cry ripping from your throat.

"matt, ffuck-- s-slow down." you whimpered, needy moans falling easily from your lips. your breathing was getting more and more ragged and shallow as matt feasted on you like he was starving. his tongue prodded at your entrance before going back to circling your clit.

his tongue lapped at your clit a little gentler and slower this time—per your request. he pulled away just to mumble hoarsely, "just lay there and look pretty for me," before diving back in again, eating you out like your pussy was the most delicious thing ever.

you let out a broken moan when he slowly eased two long digits in your dripping pussy, curling them upwards and hitting your sweet spot, causing your whole body to seize up in pleasure.

your back arched when he closed his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he fingered your greedy cunt, gradually picking up pace and eliciting more desperate sounds from you.

"y’taste soo good." matt moaned against your folds, causing you to shudder in pleasure due to the vibrations against your sensitive flesh. "so fucking good." matt mumbled, more to himself than to you, as he continued to suck and lick your core.

your hips moved in time with his fingers, grinding against his face as your breathing grew more shallow, hitching here and there. matt immediately knew that you were close to coming undone and redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping faster and curling more as his tongue focused solely on your sensitive clit.

"oh! fuuuckk--" you let out a drawn out moan as you came all over his face. your hands pulled his hair almost painfully, making him moan against your pussy. your hips bucked against his face, eyes shut tightly, brows knitted together and mouth open in a silent scream as you rode out your blissful orgasm.

matt lapped up your release like it was his favourite ice cream before slowly lifting his face up when he felt your body start to relax, small tremors running down your body as the last wave of pleasure left you.

as you caught your breath, eyes still closed and chest heaving, matt decided then and there that he was more than willing to help you become more experienced when it comes to bedroom activities.

he’s your best friend, after all.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload from my other account etherealsturn (which is deleted now).

also, chat, i’m working on the requests, this is pre-written work.

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