#so like you can have both in the same show

[neil-gaiman]

hi neil. i've held off on writing this message for a bit because i didn't know if i could get it out or not.

i work in a senior healthcare facility. not a nurse or anything, i actually just serve food to the residents, but it's given me the ability to get to know a lot of the people that live there. because of this, i was able to befriend a wonderful lady named sally. she would always come talk to me while i served up the meals, and we'd have nice chats. she spent most of her time reading books, since she didn't like to do many of the activities with the other residents, and since she loved books with mystery and suspense, i loaned her my copy of american gods, thinking that she'd enjoy it. and she did! i loved it when she'd come talk to me about the chapter she'd just read, our little chats about wednesday, just everything. i was happy that she liked the book.

our chats kind of tapered off after awhile, and we didn't talk as much. she's had my book for well over a year now, which i hadn't minded, but she eventually started picking up our chats again, about the book. but she was talking about how she had just started reading it and that she was really interested in it so far. i came to realize some time later that sally was actually just finally showing signs of dementia, which was saddening for me to hear, but it's one of the heavy realities of working in a facility like this. she had always struggled with some memory and speech issues, but i'd always chalked it up to her older age.

anyway. i am saddened by this onset, but at the same time, i am also finding some strange comfort in knowing that she will come up to me at breakfast, wanting to talk to me about american gods, because she's forgotten that she's already read most of it, and she just reads the first few chapters over and over. she doesn't leave her room without it, she brings it to the table with her every day. when she leaves the facility with her family for an outing, she brings it with her. i am just. so comforted knowing that your book i loaned her a year ago is a source of joy and delight for her, and continues to be so over and over. i know i'll never get that book back, and i won't ever try to get it back from her, even if she stops reading it. i want her to keep it.

i now have a streak regarding losing my books that you've written, i'm two for two now, haha

idk. i'm just really kind of overwhelmed today by all the emotions surrounding it and i'm just happy that you wrote something that she likes so much, and that we talk about it even though she doesn't remember that we've talked about it a dozen times before. i love each and every chat with her so much, and i want to keep having them with her for as long as i can. thank you for your work.

Some of the happiest hours of my life were spent with a friend with advanced Parkinson's dementia, sitting on his porch with him, both of us reading. And he read the same few pages over and over and it was okay.

[harmoonix]

🦚 Honest Astrology Observations 🦚

🦚 - Malefic Planets such as Mars and Saturn can act differently in the sign of Cancer, usually because they don't feel as comfortable in this sign as much as in the others, although they're very karmic placements

🦚 - 8H placements/stelliums prefer to keep things private, you won't see them sharing much of their lives

🦚 - Moon conjuct/trine/sextile Jupiter natives have a kind aura, they tend to be optimistic and open-minded and that helps them being better with themselves

🦚 - 6H placements don't like to complain, they rather like to get the hard work in their hands than complain about how hard it is

🦚 - Sagittarius in the 12H is such a beautiful sign for the 12H!! It shows a mix of cultural background, definitely check your ancestryyyy

🦚 - Neptune can make you addicted. The house and sign can tell you things you're addicted to ex: 6H to a job, 7H to relationship etc

🦚 - Pluto Dominant & Saturn Dominant natives usually have a difficult childhood in order to evolve into better people when they're older

🦚 - I think you guys got tired of me writing soooo many times about Pisces Venus, but I literally can't help it. It's such a beautiful place for Venus

🦚 - Gemini's and Virgo's beauty is so underrated since their ruler Mercury rules over the youth, also their skinnnnnn

🦚 - Aries Moons and Moons in the 1H are the ones to raise the energy up in a room, I love their energy so much! Just keep it up

🦚 - Sagittarius Moons and Mercuries are brutal honest, if you want someone to tell you the hard truth go to them

🦚 - Libra Placements have a good sense of dressing up, you can always see them getting good clothes on them

🦚 - 2H Venus/Mercury/Moon has a soft voice, they can also not talk as loud as other, more shy voices

🦚 - Playing with Aries Placements feelings is like you play with the devil because they won't accept such treatment

🦚 - Since 9H represents school/learning what's your 9H sign and what was/is your favorite subject in school/high-school/etc.??

🦚 - Water Placements especially water Moons can heal when they're in a water place, for example my sis is a Cancer Moon and she loves to go at the sea to heal/meditate

🦚 - Where Capricorn sits in your chart. That's the house you'll work the most in this life for ex:4H family, 10H career, 7H relationships

🦚 - Leo Moon/Moon in the 5H can make you discover what you're talented at since your childhood/young age

🦚 - Cancer/Libra/Pisces/Taurus Placements can have a sweet tooth, meaning they like to eat lots of sweats/candy type

🦚 - Leo Placements like to be in the spotlight which is not bad at all because afterall they deserve the recognition!

🦚 - Mercury is a fairy planet (fairycore) in Aquarius/11th can indicate you are good at socializing/even in online

🦚 - You'll never know what someone with Lilith in the 6H/12H thinks at, Lilith has such a shadow energy in those houses

🦚 - Lilith and Pluto both in the 7h can attract toxic people in a relationship or people that will change them forever

🦚 - Pluto in the 10H or 11H gives you the power to influence others, you can just have an impact in the world

🦚 - Venus/Mars in the 5H are such hotties, we love them and we appreciate them. They just have a specific type of lure

🦚 - Mercury aspecting Pluto can indicate you can tell when people lie to you, in the same time can also make you a good liar

🦚 - If someone has their Neptune in the same house as your Mercury they can manipulate you through talking/manipulation ex: Your ex has Neptune in the 8H and you have Mercury in the 8H

🦚 - Saturn aspecting your North Node especially in harsh aspects, can make you stronger with the time I can confirm that as someone with Saturn square NN

🦚 - Air Placements especially Risings will always remind me about the 90's somehow, it was their era, I think the 20's are more of a Fire Risings era

🦚 - Mars/Sun/Venus/Uranus in the 1H can make you an athlete, like a good body for the gym, and they have that good motivation

🦚 - Mars in Sagittarius/9H can have foreign names, same for Mars in Pisces/12H

🦚 - Are there ppl with Moon - Pluto aspects attracted to paranormal things? Like seeing entities, hearing whispers etc...

🦚 - Jupiter aspecting Venus are really meant to be a charming prince/princess, is the energy they have, such a powerful energy

🦚 - 2H placements/stelliums can also be talented at cooking. It can be their love language

🦚 - 9H/12H Lilith can come from a religious background with trauma, like religious trauma. Trust me Lilith got enough give her a peace

🦚 - 2H/Taurus Lilith can be a bit insecure about their bodies. They have attracted bodies, but they can also be insecure about it. At the same time, if it makes sense

🦚 - Mercury in harsh aspects can have some troubles with understanding,maybe even with writing, maybe even dyslexia at some point (Not for everybody)

🦚 - Gemini and Sagittarius Placements like to write a lot. Their secret diaries have more than 200 pages for sure and I love that

🦚 - Sagittarius Venus ppl have that humor combined with flirt, I adore their energy, they're usually flirting 24/7

🦚 - Virgo Placements can be vegetarian, and I mean not everyone, but since they love to eat healthy, I have a sidereal Virgo Moon, and I love vegetables much more than meat, ofc this is just a preference

🦚 - Jupiter in Scoprio are able to attract wealth in their lives if they manifest that! Is a powerful placement for manifestation

🦚 - Taurus Moons/Suns/Venus and Rising have the mosttttt peaceful energy!! They're like a breeze of fresh air in someone's life

🦚 - Moon in Scoprio/Moon in the 8H can be very secretive people. It can be because of their private life and they give that vibe of people wanting to know more about them

🦚 - Moon aspecting Sun can indicate the native has more personalities/behaviors/moods, and it really depends on how behave

🦚 - Venus aspecting Saturn can sometimes indicate being rejected in love relationships, like you keep falling in love but with the wrong ppl

🦚 - Moon in Gemini/Moon in the 3H ppl radiate such a good vibe, I love their social skills but for real they communicate with everyone in the room

🦚 - Virgo Venus/Mars/Moons are the best supporters in a relationship, they'll support you with everything they can

🦚 - Mars aspected Jupiter ppl tend to be more sexual, this is such an unholy energy but so attractive in the same time

🦚 - Pluto aspecting Venus natives have such crazy love stories, the drama, the popcorn, the obsessive energy everything is on point

💚 Hope you enjoyed the post!! Have a blessed week!!💚💚💚

H a r m o o n i x 💚

[james-bucky-barnackle]

I mean?

Synopsis: On a press tour with your co-star Sebastian Stan, the interviewer asks you a question about another film he did and the answer surprises him.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Actress!Y/N

Word Count: IDK I'm too sleep deprived to count.

A/N: Bro I am on a resurgence. Might just fuck around and continue writing more fanfics or whatever.

It’s another busy day promoting your new movie with Sebastian, The Road Trip. It's a funny romcom about two best friends going on a long trip to see another friend who your character is dating. Interestingly enough, the guy who plays him is Chris Evans. The interviews are currently being done in pairs, and you're with Sebastian.

You've always been candid, speaking your mind without feeling shy. Deep down, you're a bit of a pessimist, accepting things as they are. When you first heard from your agent that you were cast in The Road Trip alongside Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans, you laughed hysterically. The idea that you, an unconventional beauty, were chosen to be on screen with those two seemed surreal. You never really think about dating co-stars, which helps with acting in general. The media is impressed with how chill you are around A-list actors, and even though it hasn’t fully sunk in yet, the industry has started promoting you to that list.

The interview has been going on for about 15 minutes when another journalist joins, mostly asking about the experience of working with the cast.

“It’s my first romcom, can you believe it?” you say.

“First?!” Sebastian stares in mock disbelief.

“I know, right?!” You feign surprise.

The interviewer continues, “How does it feel to do something lighter and a bit comedic for once?”

“You mean, a movie where no one dies?” Sebastian covers his mouth at your response.

“I mean essentially,” the interviewer laughs. “Wait, no one dies?!” They nudge you playfully.

“I mean, I’m not sure, no spoilers,” you say, breaking the fourth wall and looking into the camera. Sebastian cackles. “It’s definitely refreshing. It feels like going to school for some reason. Like I don’t want to miss a class just because I might miss something wild happening.”

“What?” Sebastian glares. “What school did you go to?”

“I mean, aside from the learning stuff…” You grimace. “It’s fun, honestly. I’d love to do more romcoms. It’s very down-to-earth and just resonates with you so much. I don’t wanna get too cheesy, but I’m such a hopeless romantic—this is my jam.”

“Sebastian, how’s your experience working with Chris again, this time outside of the Marvel universe?”

“Wait, this isn’t in the Marvel Universe?!” you butt in. Sebastian again, fakes a loud gasp. You two laugh. This interview feels like it’s going nowhere.

“It’s totally fun, as Y/N mentioned—it really is like going to class. But most of my scenes are with Y/N, so she’s like the lab partner I’ve never had. Chris was always texting us, checking which location we’re going to be at, making sure we’re scheduled on the same day. It’s fun when we’re both on set.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, we’ve got a good rhythm going. It’s like having a little family on set. Plus, Chris is always the one who brings snacks, so that’s a bonus.”

Sebastian laughs. “Oh, absolutely. Chris and his endless supply of trail mix.”

The interviewer chuckles. “Sounds like you all have a great dynamic. Was there a favorite scene you both enjoyed filming together?”

You think for a moment. “I really loved the scene where we’re stuck in the car during that rainstorm. It was so chaotic, but we had a blast improvising and just playing off each other.”

Sebastian nods. “Yeah, that was a good one. The rain machine was going full blast, and we were just trying not to crack up the entire time.”

The interviewer smiles. “It sounds like it was a lot of fun. And the chemistry definitely shows on screen. Speaking of different roles, Y/N, Sebastian’s been in the movie Fresh where he plays a sociopathic killer who preys on lonely women pretending to be a genuine guy.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” you say, laughing, as Sebastian shakes his head.

“Would you, like Noa, fall prey to Steve’s antics?” This question gets a louder laugh from Sebastian as your face shows pure shock. You hold him back with your hand and say,

“I’ve thought about this, to be honest,” you start, looking at Sebastian as he raises his eyebrows, impressed.

“Oh, you have?”

You laugh and continue, patting his thigh and looking back at the interviewer. “Me and my friend talked about it a while back. And it’s frightening because I would’ve probably ended up on a chopping block.”

“Noooo!” Sebastian shouts, “I was rooting for you.”

“No! But, like, you are incredibly good-looking and charismatic. It would be hard not to give my number at the grocery aisle.”

He tilts his head at your response. “Surely not good enough to get yourself killed?!”

“You’d be surprised how far I’d even go,” you say, as the interviewer laughs with you both. “Oh god, I need to call my therapist,” you add, ending the topic with the three of you gagging.

“Might just have to talk to mine too, after hearing that.”

You can already feel TikTok saving this clip and turning it into a meme.

You notice, after you call Sebastian good-looking, he’s been eyeing you sideways and biting his lip. As if he’s suddenly gone bashful. You can’t help but feel a boost in your ego. Could it be that Stan is shy? You make it a point to tease him for the remainder of the interview.

“What’s something funny or unexpected that happened on set?”

“Oh, there were so many moments,” you start. “One time, we were filming this really serious scene, and out of nowhere, a bird flew into the set and landed right on Sebastian’s shoulder.”

Sebastian laughs. “Yeah, I had no idea what to do. I just froze, and then Y/N started making bird noises to try and get it to fly away.”

You laugh, nodding. “It took a good ten minutes to get back into character after that. Everyone was cracking up.”

The interviewer grins. “That sounds hilarious. It’s great to hear that you all had such a good time. Speaking of moments on set, were there any funny or awkward moments while filming the more romantic or intimate scenes?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, plenty. Like the time we were shooting that kiss scene in the rain, and Y/N kept slipping on the wet pavement.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Hey, it was slippery! You were the one who can’t stop laughing during takes.”

Sebastian laughs. “True, true. But come on, we both know it was because you were so nervous about kissing me.” You notice him biting back.

You gasp in mock offense. “Excuse me, I was not nervous! I was just...distracted by how ridiculously good-looking you are. It’s hard to concentrate when you have that face right in front of you.” He smiles uncontrollably again, feeling defeated by your nonchalance. He wonders, how are you so good at this?

The interviewer laughs, clearly enjoying the banter. “So, who do you think had the hardest time keeping a straight face during those scenes?”

You both point at each other simultaneously, then laugh.

Sebastian leans back, shaking his head. “Definitely Y/N. There was this one scene where we were supposed to be having this deep, romantic conversation, and she just couldn’t stop giggling.”

You nudge him playfully. “Well, you weren’t helping with all your ad-libs! You kept whispering things like, ‘Is that your stomach growling or are you just happy to see me?’”

Sebastian laughs. “Hey, I was trying to lighten the mood! And let’s not forget the scene where we had to stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. I swear, Y/N, you blink more than anyone I know.”

You smirk. “Only because I was trying to avoid getting lost in those baby blues of yours.” At this point, Sebastian was laughing hard, but feeling nervous at your jokes. He secretly wished it were all real, his ears were red and hot. He’s already thinking of how to approach you after the interview and get himself out of the friend zone which he didn’t even thought he’d be in, having found a new interest in you. 

The interviewer looks between the two of you, amused. “It sounds like you both had a lot of fun with it. Do you think all that chemistry will translate to the screen?”

Sebastian nods. “Oh, definitely. I think our off-screen dynamic really helped make the on-screen relationship feel more genuine. Plus, Y/N here is an amazing actress. She made it easy.”

You smile, feeling a bit bashful. “Well, Sebastian’s not too bad himself. It’s hard not to enjoy working with someone who’s so talented and, let’s be honest, ridiculously attractive.” 

Here she goes again .Sebastian grins. “Right back at you. But let’s be real, we’re both just incredibly good-looking people trying to make a movie here.” The internet is gonna have a field day.

The interviewer laughs. “Sounds like a tough job! Any last funny or romantic moments you’d like to share?”

You think for a moment. “There was this one scene where we had to dance together. Neither of us are professional dancers, so there were a lot of missteps and toe-stepping. But it ended up being one of the sweetest scenes because it felt so real and unpolished.”

Sebastian nods. “Yeah, that was a great scene. It was supposed to be this perfectly choreographed dance, but it turned into us just goofing around and having fun. I think it really captured the essence of our characters' relationship.”

The interviewer smiles, clearly delighted by your stories. “Well, thank you both for sharing these wonderful moments. It’s been a pleasure talking with you.”

As you and Sebastian leave the interview room, you head towards the lobby where a few other cast members are mingling. The energy is still high from the fun and laughter of the interview. Sebastian nudges you playfully as you walk.

“Hey, remember in the interview when you called me incredibly good-looking and charismatic?” he teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You roll your eyes, grinning. “Oh, come on. Don’t let it go to your head, Stan.”

He chuckles. “Too late. I’m pretty sure I’m going to bring that up every chance I get now.”

“You would,” you laugh, shaking your head. “ It’s not like I was lying.”

Sebastian stops walking, turning to face you. “Well, thank you. And for the record, you’re pretty incredible yourself. Both on screen and off.”

You feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, putting a palm to your chest as if to continue the gag. “Thanks, Seb. That means a lot.”

He smiles, his eyes softening. “No, really, it’s been really great working with you. I think we make a pretty good team.”

“I think so too,” you agree, feeling a flutter in your stomach, you realize he’s actually serious now. There’s a moment of silence as you both just look at each other, the playful teasing from earlier now replaced with something more tender.

Sebastian breaks the silence first. “So, what do you say we celebrate wrapping up the promotion tour? Maybe dinner tonight?”

You raise an eyebrow, teasingly. “Is this your way of asking me out, Stan?”

He grins, a little sheepishly. “Maybe it is. What do you think?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, then nod. “I think it sounds like a great idea.”

“Perfect,” he says, looking genuinely pleased. “I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Eight it is."

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HOW i slept with your father | r.c.

Pairing: (older)Bestfriend's Dad Rafe! x Fem!reader

Summary: In which you tell your best friend how you accidentally slept with her father...oops.

Warnings: 18+ Semi-smut (protected p in v) (smut showed through flashback), age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Rafe is in his early forties), cursing, ocs, unrealistic reactions?, hints at Rafe being a fuckboy, I also can't tell if Rafe preyed on reader (you decide for yourself)

A/N: This story is really just reader telling her best friend about her night with Rafe, lmk if you want an actual smutty fic with bestfriend dad Rafe (heart emoticon)

Word count: 1.6k

"Maribella, I had sex with your Father."

There, you said it. Your guilty conscience has been cleared. Your mind has been restored, and you can stop thinking about how much of a terrible friend you are because you're really not. You told the truth.

It's like that old stupid proverb, something about the truth setting you free or you setting the truth free, something like that.

There had been a moment of silence. A moment in which Maribella had slowly turned around from her lowboy vanity, half of her face the color of rose red from the blush powder she'd been frantically beating on her cheeks--you two were going out tonight. 

In that moment of silence, you glanced at the ticking clock up on Maribella's wall. It was 8:50 pm, and the boys-- the ones you and Maribella met on the beach that evening, were supposed to pick you both up in thirty minutes. 

"Gross." Maribella mumbles, returning to her vanity mirror and continuing to powder her cheeks. "You aren't going to be my new stepmother now, are you?" She says. 

You looked at the framed photo on Marbella's vanity--the photo of a smallish Maribella with chubby cheeks and missing baby teeth sandwiched between a very young Mr. Cameron and Maribella's Late mother (She wasn't dead, just not in Maribella's life after the divorce). 

You think to yourself how much of a resemblance your friend shares with her father--the same cerulean-colored eyes and dusky blond hair--you remember thinking this that night in which you fucked Mr. Cameron. 

You remember having to close your eyes shut while his girthy length pile drove into you during missionary, but Rafe had insisted on keeping your eyes open, or he wouldn't have let you cum that time. "Eyes on me, baby." he said, lightly tapping your cheek.

"No, not if you don't want me to." you said.

Maribella hums.

"To make it even, you can sleep with my father." you suggested, which cause Maribella to scrunch up her face in her backwards reflection.

"Your father's gross and old." She says. "and besides, isn't he still with that women?"

"My mother? Yes."

You watch from your spot on Maribella's bed as she gets up from her vanity and enters her walk-in closet.

"At least I get the appeal with my father." She shouts from the other room.

Minutes later, Maribella emerges from her closet, no longer in her silk bathrobe but in a simple white slip dress. 

"How do I look?" she asks you.

"Cute." you tell her.

She hums again, being satisfied with your response. Then, Maribella goes back to her vanity to continue doing her makeup.

"So, tell me." She says. "Tell me how'd you fucked my dad."

You shrug. "It just happened one time." and many other times afterward.

"Y'know." Maribella turns around excitedly. "Out of all the women my dad has slept with, you're the first one I ever gotten to talk to about it, so what was he like?"

Now it was your turn to scrunch up your face in disgust. "Maribella, this is gross. I'm not going to tell you how your dad fucks in bed."

"No fair." she whines. "I tell you about all the guys I've slept with."

You raise your eyebrow, to be fair she had a point.

"Let's just pretend my dad isn't my dad or Mr. Cameron; he's just Rafe, some stupid boy you fucked; now tell me everything."

Rafe was just some stupid guy you had fucked, but he wasn't a boy; he was all man--which is what had you enamored by him--it was either that or he was the first guy actually to tend to the needs of being wanted that had you so enamored by him.

 Unlike other guys you had been with, Rafe was attentive and considerate, making sure to meet your needs and desires. That's what made him stand out and had you so enamored.

This is why you kept coming back.

It was the night of Maribella's 21st birthday party. In your retellings of the story, you failed to mention how Rafe had kept staring at you that night. Every time you encountered each other, his eyes would first wander to your lips and then linger on your breast--which was practically spilling out the top of your corset. And each time you labeled him "Mr. Cameron," he would insist on you calling him "Rafe" because you were no longer a child. 

And it was liberating that Rafe did not see you as a child anymore, now seeing you for who you are: an adult woman. 

You also failed to mention when you spotted Rafe and his then-date, some black-haired women equally his age, arguing on the upstairs deck of Tanny Hill.

You didn't tell Maribella that you overheard Rafe's date yell at him: "Don't call me the next time you're horny, call Mrs. Young Pussy instead." Before storming out.

You kept in how Rafe had called you Beautiful that night, you didn't keep in how much that made you blush, after Maribella had said "Gross."

You exaggerated how much you had drunk that night to make it seem like a blackout drunk story—was it 10 shots? 20? You've forgotten, you told Maribella.

You told Maribella how after you and Rafe carried a shit-fazed Maribella to her bedroom, Rafe told her you didn't have to go home as the rest of the guests did; you could stay.

"You're always welcomed to stay" His exact words.  

You also left out that moment in which you and Rafe shared in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine, in which you confronted him about his date leaving mad, and in his exact words:

"Women my age are just so uptight."

And though you hadn't quite understood what he meant, you nodded anyway.

He then says: "I'm sure you can understand that, but in reverse, with men your age."

"Men my age are stupid and don't know what they want." you responded.

"That's a shame." Rafe had told you. "Because I know what I want."

And you knew it wasn't the weed you smoked earlier or the few sips of red wine you were having that altered your perception to make you think Rafe was getting closer to him; Rafe was getting closer to you. 

By the end of the conversation, Rafe was no longer on the opposite side of the kitchen island; he was now standing beside you, the skin of his elbow touching yours. 

Your breathing had become uneven as Rafe's gaze remained steadfastly locked with yours, but you deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, for this was your best friend's father.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to think of a way to break the silence. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look into the intense blue of Rafe's eyes.

You didn't tell Maribella when you told Rafe that you weren't uptight, which was a quip to his response about knowing what he wants. And then he kissed you.     

The kiss took both of you by surprise, but it was undeniable that there was a spark between you. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, and in that moment, you knew that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"And then we had sex." you concluded to Maribella.

Sex would be an understatement, you fucked.

Rafe had placed pecks on every inch of your body as he carried you into his bedroom, a room that was always off-limits when you and Maribella used to play with each other growing up. 

You were too enamored by Rafe's bergamot scent and how he kept calling you beautiful with each peck to your flesh to examine his room and hypothesize why this room of all rooms was once off limits. 

You were too overwhelmed when you felt his large muscular hands tear your clothes off your body to notice the picture of Maribella sitting on Rafe's bed side table.

You were too overcome with lust and craving when Rafe requested that you retrieve a condom from his nightstand, where you intentionally dislodged the photograph of Maribella.

Out of sight out of mine.

As Rafe carefully rolled the condom down his reddening shaft, you feigned an air of eager anticipation, so much so that you almost missed when Rafe remarked:

"You have no idea how long I've been longing for this moment."

Right then, without a warning, Rafe plunged himself deep inside of you like no man has ever done before. 

Your eyes widened, and your mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as you felt his thick cock split your cunt open, kiss your cervix, and sheath deep inside your belly. 

You counted the number of times Rafe said your pussy was tight; it was a number of 10.

At this point, Maribella no longer sat at her vanity and was now sitting beside you on her bed. 

"Oh, lame." She says. "So it was just a drunken mistake, a one-night stand kind of thing?"

You hummed. This reminds you that you should cut things off with Rafe since Maribella knows now. 

Right then in the moment Maribella's phone dings.

"The boys are here." She says. "You ready?"

And as you and Maribella walked down the spiral staircase of Tanny Hill, your friend told you:

"Now that I think of it, I'm not that pissed that you slept with my dad; as I said, I get it: he's rich, and he's good-looking for his age; what other qualities do you need in a man?"

In which you hummed again.

"Now if this was a recurring thing, that's a whole other story--Oh! hi Daddy."

As you and Maribelle descended to the base of the stairs, you were greeted by Rafe.

Rafe looked at you first before greeting his daughter.

You made an effort to maintain eye contact with him, despite his patronizing gaze, resisting the temptation to steal glances at him in his form-fitting shirt that accentuated his muscular physique.

You focused on maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, refusing to let his condescension affect you. Instead, you redirected your attention to the conversation at hand.

"Where are you girls headed?" He asks, addressing no one in particular.

"We're going out," Maribella says, sensing the tension and tugging your wrist towards the door.

"Don't wait up for me; we'll be out all night," Maribella said, Rafe's eyes never leaving yours as you and Maribella exited the door.

The boys you'd met earlier—Steven and Conrad, you think their names were—were parked outside Tanny Hill, blasting some obnoxious music from their car speakers.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot something," you tell Maribella as you approach the car. 

You don't wait for Maribella's approval before jogging back inside her house, where her father awaited you behind the front door with a sly smirk on his lips.

"I knew you couldn't resist telling me a goodbye," he remarked, just as the two of you leaned in for a messy, passionate kiss.

Knowing you were pressed for time, you were the one to break the kiss. 

'Same time again tomorrow night?' he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desire as he wipes away the remnants of your shared moment. 

"Same time." you reassured.

[joelsmochi]

sharing is caring - joel and tommy miller

rating: E 18+ pairing: joel x pornstar!reader x tommy summary: read parts one and two! joel is willing to do just about anything to make you feel good… even if it’s sharing you with his younger brother. warnings: um… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 good lord where do i begin. 18+ OBVI, not proofread, no plot, not really a threesome but a threesome, unprotected sex, oral (m+f), deepthroating as a result, multiple orgasms (m+f), dp dp dp !!!!, a little taste of asphyxiation, brothers with the same girl at the same time and encouraging each other, they're a little competitive but no one gets cucked so enjoy :3 lmk if i missed any wc: 4.7k a/n: idk what happened i was just... not all mentally there... i apologize in advance 🧎🏽‍♀️

Both men were stuck between a rock and a hard place, but you? You were as cool as ice.

You could see the glimmer from Tommy’s eyes undressing what little you had on, and the tense shuffling of his legs emphasized the soft bulge beneath his zipper.

Despite the small smirk Joel previously wore he seemed hesitant now. Did he really have to share you now? He wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there all night, keeping you all to himself.

But his eyes eventually left the curves of your exposed thighs and found your face; you were blushing, something you rarely did, but you weren’t looking back at him. You were looking at his younger brother. And shamefully it excited him even more.

“Does it look awkward?” You asked before turning your leg out to show off the back.

“No, no,” the men insisted in unison.

“Not at all,” Tommy said. “I like the red on it.”

“I like the knee-highs,” Joel added.

“Thigh-highs,” you corrected.

“Whatever. C’mon. Come sit down ‘nd stop teasin’.”

You were happy to oblige; intentionally sitting down in Joel’s lap, resting your clad feet on Tommy’s thigh and pretending not to notice your toes grazing the pathetic boner that threatened to break through the zipper.

“Tommy? My feet kinda hurt, can you rub ‘em a little?” You asked oh so sweetly.

He mumbled something that sounded like, “Of course,” before his rough fingers dug into your muscles.

Letting out a soft hum you finally looked to Joel. He was unreadable, but you figured he was feeling a sense of deep confusion. You knew he was hesitant about the ordeal but his stubborn ass kept insisting that he was fine with your filthy little fantasy. He wasn’t okay with it… And he wasn’t not okay with it.

Of all people it had to be his kid brother, but of all people who else would he have trusted enough to share you with?

Joel wanted it his way: to not even bother sharing you at all. But things weren’t his way between you two. The lack of thinking he needed to do and the lack of control he needed to have was refreshing. And he loved that the most. Until it bit him in the ass.

But then you kissed him so gently and it softened all of the rough thoughts he was having.

“You sure you wanna record it?” He whispered against your cupid’s bow.

Nodding, you held the base of his head and pecked his nose. “Is that okay?”

“Course, darlin’. Whatever you want. Ain’t that righ’ Tommy?”

“That’s right,” Tommy answered bashfully, though his hands were anything but shy.

They managed to work up your calves before reaching just above your knees where your socks ended.

“You’re good at massages,” you fawned to Tommy who replied with a big smile.

You climbed to straddle his lap and play with the long curls nestled into the curves of his ears. “You give a lotta girls massages?”

Shaking his head he denied it. “Jus’a natural I guess.”

“A natural, huh? Must run in the family,” you flirted.

Joel chuckled as he set up the camera to face the sofa you two were resting on while Tommy dared to cup your cheek and trace your lips with his thumb.

“You sure ‘bout this, sweetheart?” The bashful man asked.

You saw the hunger in his eyes as his breathing rattled against his chest. His cock throbbed against your thigh beneath his denim causing another warm gush to soak your thin panties. Your cunt ached and pulsed, clit begging to be attended to.

“Mmhm,” you hummed. “I asked Joel as sweet as I could if I could have you both at the same time.”

Tommy’s dopey eyes closed as he sighed desperately.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, you know?”

His trembling hands cast goosebumps all over your flesh while they slid from your shoulders to your hips; his fingers broke into the tight space between your skirt and skin. He allowed them to rub small circles as a way to test if you were truly content.

Joel plopped down next to his younger brother and watched your face; you were nothing if not impatient. He heard the subtle whimpers escaping your throat, but you were waiting so well for Tommy to reaffirm himself.

“S’pretty,” Tommy mumbled to no one. “Wonder how long it’ll take to wear you out…”

Your hips bucked at his words and you hissed at the friction before pouting sorrily at the buck below you.

“S’okay, baby,” he cooed, “do it yourself. Wanna see you cum on your own.”

You give Joel hell when he makes you take care of yourself, but something about Tommy elicited it from you. Maybe it was how soft he was in comparison to your usual partner. Maybe because Joel uses it as punishment and Tommy wanted to use it as encouragement. Whatever it was fucking worked you like a dog.

Though Tommy was no Joel, Joel was also no Tommy. You wanted to eat your cake and have it too.

You humped against his lap after settling into him some more. A familiar hand found your thigh and caught your attention.

Looking at Joel with pleading eyes he simply said, “Don’t look at me, look at him.”

Tommy’s freckled face contorted into a smirk that made your eyes roll back; the ticklish feeling in your little bundle of nerves coming quicker than you were proud to admit.

Your tits threatened to spill out from the bottom of your tiny shirt, nipples rubbing against the hem making them sensitive.

“Oh. I love those pretty sounds you’re makin’ for me,” Tommy groaned.

His hands gripped your hips whilst Joel’s found your hard nipples and rubbed little circles against them. You threw your head back at the added pleasure and dug yourself deep into Tom’s lap.

“Come on. Come for me, baby,” he pleaded.

With nails digging into his collarbone and knees catching a rug burn from the threaded sofa, you were at your limit. A final plea from Tommy made your orgasm rip through your core and your hips rut harder and deeper into his big thighs.

A kiss from Joel’s dry lips was placed upon your thumping neck, while Tommy’s soft lips and slick tongue found yours.

You were already riding a high you’d never felt before — two men fawning over you and aching to reach between your legs with their cocks and tongues. What a stroke these men were providing your ego.

Joel told you to stand up while he walked to retrieve the camera, leaving his younger brother to assist you with that as your legs trembled.

“C’mere, baby,” Joel’s voice rasped. “Show us how wet you are.”

You blushed even harder as you looked down at the man squatting and pointing the silver device up at you, angling it perfectly to catch your look of embarrassment along with your white panties.

“Don’t be gettin’ all shy now,” Tommy teased, “g’on. Turn around.”

A low and amused hum could be heard filling Joel’s throat as soon as he saw the big wet patch on your thinly veiled ass. Tommy’s chuckle put a pout on your face and you tried to slip a hand over the back of your skirt to hide the mess you made.

Both of the men tutted and tsked the action away. The clicks of their teeth and tongues sufficiently got you to remove your hand.

“Goddamn, babydoll. This mess for me or him?” Joel questioned.

You gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut. “S’for whoever wants to taste it more.”

A mix of groans and chuckles filled your ears, and you decided to stand and wait patiently to see who would take initiative, and shockingly it didn’t take longer than a few seconds for Tommy to tug at your panties then bury his face into your ass.

You clasped a hand around the crown of his head and pushed your ass back even more so that his tongue would reach your clit; he lapped up your juices shamelessly and planted a few firm smacks to your ass cheeks.

Joel moved the camera up to your face and smirked at the pout you were wearing.

You whimpered and bit your lips, eyes softly flickering between the camera lens and the glimmer in Joel’s dark eyes.

“He doin’ a good job, baby?”

Batting your eyes and nodding, you huffed out a small, “Yeah,” before moaning loudly at the feeling of Tommy’s tongue entering your wet cunt.

Tommy’s moans were muffled by the flesh suffocating him, making the noises vibrate perfectly against your sensitive nerves. You arched your ass into his face some more and giggled at the feeling of your pussy pulsating against his wet lips.

“When are you gonna touch me?” You asked Joel with heavy eyes.

“Soon, baby, real soon,” Joel grunted. He adjusted the bulge in his jeans and panned the camera back down to where Tommy was ravaging you.

His face wasn’t there much longer; you held back your bratty whimpers as they both stood up to be on either side of you.

“Is it Joel’s turn?” You asked eagerly when you noticed the men exchanging the camera.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Tommy cooed at you behind the lens.

“Hmm,” you giggled, “I want the bed.”

Joel turned you to face him before planting his lips onto yours. You moaned at the taste of cheap beer inside of his wet mouth, tongue plunging even deeper.

He then picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder and making you yelp. You laughed the entire way up the stairs and into Tommy’s bedroom until you were tossed into the soft bed.

Tommy certainly had a refined color palette inside of his home: deep maroons and muted blues strategically paired along with walnut flooring.

You admired it for a moment while the men got themselves situated, embracing the coziness of his plush comforter that smelled like him.

Joel carefully slid your skirt down, veiny hands smoothing up your legs until they reached your waist. He gave the peak of your belly a soft kiss, dragging his tongue down until it reached your clit.

He licked it softly — too soft. Only using the tip of his tongue, he locked eyes with you, watching you tense and writhe beneath his teasing touch.

Tommy’s body appeared above your head on the side of the bed. You didn’t hesitate; you fiddled clumsily with his jeans, silently celebrating when you were finally able to pulled them low enough for his to spring free.

Your eyes found the long, thick vein that traveled from the base to just below his beaming red tip.

You darted your tongue out, nose bracing against his warm balls before you licked that bulging vein until you reached his cockhead. You wrapped your plush lips around it, swirling your tongue around it eagerly.

Meanwhile Joel worked his pants off and was stroking his dick to get it hard enough for you.

You emptied your mouth to let out a loud moan once you felt the older man sliding into your dripping pussy.

Tommy ensured the camera captured everything from your hand pumping his cock to Joel fucking you slowly.

“Oh my—fuuck. Joel.”

“S’it feel good?” He asked.

You nodded and hummed before laying your head over the edge of the bed and fitting Tommy’s cock back into your mouth.

Their cocks were so entirely different and it made your cunt ache more than ever.

Joel’s was thicker but Tommy’s was longer, but they both tasted just as good as the other. Whatever envy either of them initially felt before has now vanished.

Their sole purpose right now was to fulfill every dream and wish you had. Make you feel loved and desired.

Tommy groaned at the sight of your throat swelling with his cock. The veins in your neck popping up from the lack of oxygen.

He traced your veins and tendons softly, careful to not make the suffocation worse.

“Fuck,” he moaned in disbelief. “Your throat feels so fucking good.”

A few encouraging smacks were placed upon your cheeks just before he removed his cock to let you catch your breath.

Despite coughing and choking you wanted more of it, so much more.

“You want it, baby?” Tommy breathed.

“Yes,” you pleaded.

His face contorted in blissful agony as he slid back into your tight throat with ease, feeling you choke on your moans from the pleasure of Joel’s cock.

“You’re such a good girl,” Tommy whined.

You failed to smile at the compliment, opting to swallow around his length instead.

His bucking hips forced himself deeper into your mouth before he decided to just fuck your face. You gagged and drooled and choked, both with your mouth and pussy.

Joel pressed his chest to yours and squeezed your clad tits with his rough hands.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty with his cock down your throat, you know,” he said with conviction. “Such a perfect fucking slut, isn’t she?”

“Fuck yeah,” Tommy laughed, “the best.”

A hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, tight. You recognized the limb as Joel’s and reached to choke him yourself.

His grip on your already tight neck only made Tommy’s body tremble before he started fucking your mouth faster and soon enough you really felt how close to passing out you were.

Both of your hands were now wrapped around Joel’s neck, taking your pain and happy suffering out on him and making him fuck your dribbling cunt harder than he ever has before.

Tommy’s voice shouted out an infinite number of obscenities as his orgasm approached. He tried stopping but you clung a hand to his hip and motioned for him to keep going.

He was more than happy to obey.

You moaned around his cock as you felt ropes of his cum coating your throat, receiving the tiniest taste of him only after his finally pulled out; the only subject in the camera lens now was your arrogant little smile.

“Feel good?” You playfully asked. Tommy rolled his eyes and smacked your face again earning a cute laugh from you.

You pulled out from beneath Joel and sat on your knees, looking directly into the camera lens with a proud smile before pulling your short shirt off and finally revealing your tits.

Joel sat behind you and pulled your hair back, kissing your shoulder and nestling his head into the curve of your neck.

“Joel’s being a little more lovey dovey today,” you said to the camera. “I think he doesn’t like sharing me,” you pretended to whisper.

“Can’t blame him, doll, look at how perfect you are,” Tommy told you. “Wouldn’t wanna share you either.”

You chuckled, placing a kiss on the lens with your puffy lips.

“You’re just my favorite, that’s all,” Joel said in between the kisses he was leaving along your neck.

“I think he’s just saying that so that he can put it my ass,” you joked.

They chuckled and Joel asked, “Well, can I?”

You laughed, unable to find your wit at the thought of Joel’s cock in your ass.

“Course you can,” you answered.

“You really are the best,” Tommy said before giving you a gentle kiss.

Joel made sure you were prepped and lubed up enough before he finally dared to press his tip against your ass.

“You tell me if I need to stop,” he instructed in a firm voice. You nodded, waiting patiently for the stretch to begin.

You were certain being on your hands and knees was the worst position for this to start out with but you also wanted the access to be easier for him. You could tell he was just as nervous as you were for your first anal, especially with it being on camera. But you were insatiable, and almost willing to do just about anything.

Joel took a deep breath and pushed his tip in as carefully as he could. You sucked in a breath and buried your face into the pillow, bracing your back from the increasing pain.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl,” Joel promised.

Tommy sat next to you and stroked the back of your head, camera having been turned off until you were comfortable again.

“Almost,” Tom whispered.

“Hurry up,” You huffed when the pain was starting to became too much.

Joel grimaced, but bottomed out soon after.

You groaned, resting on your elbows and eyes squeezing shut. “O—okay.”

Joel pulled back, then pushed in again; it felt better already, the initial burning sensation now subsiding, but it was still just too much. He repeated the action a few more times as a cautious pace, waiting until your moan sounded less pain-filled to ask, “How you doing, baby?”

“Good, it’s good,” you mumbled. “Keep doing that.”

Tommy rested his body in front of you and held your face in his strong hands.

“You’re doin’ so good, lovely. So so good.”

He gave you a sweet kiss, and you reciprocated. You felt that familiar aching between your legs, a burst of oxytocin erasing any discomfort you were in.

You moaned into Tommy’s mouth that still tasted like you. Joel was happy to have you like this: covered in love and being taken care of by the two men you trusted most in this world.

“Fuck,” Joel moaned once he felt you relax around him. “Fuck that feels fucking good.”

You broke the kiss with Tommy and looked back at Joel, grinning when you saw the ‘o’ shape his mouth was forming and the furrowing of his brows. Almost as if he couldn’t believe how fucking amazing your ass felt.

Tommy took the opportunity to press record and started the clip on your face. You looked at him and moaned, beckoning him for one more kiss which he provided.

Then, he gave the camera back to his older brother. Joel reached for the bottle of lube and squirted more than enough all over your ass to make it shiny for the video.

With the additional lube Joel was able to fuck your ass a lot more smoothly, making the experience that much better for you.

“Just like that, daddy,” you moaned.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Whilst you and Joel engaged in your exchange of affection, Tommy had managed to slide his body underneath yours. His dick was hard again and he was ready to see if you felt as good as you tasted.

Joel slowed down and eventually pulled out, leaving your asshole feeling sore and empty.

He put the camera down somewhere and came back to find you making out with his brother; he smirked, finding the courage to slip back into your ass rudely in order to break your focus from the man below you.

You hissed, smacking Joel’s arm but ultimately giggling.

“Whoops,” Joel mumbled cockily.

Without another word he helped you sink down onto Tom’s cock. You whimpered at how different he felt in comparison to Joel. Or maybe you were just too full.

Tommy would never say it but he could feel Joel’s dick moving against the thin barrier between your holes, making you feel tighter than you already were.

You were unable to speak, moan, move, anything —  you were just so stuffed.

Joel began moving, forcing your body forward with every powerful thrust. Then, to the best of his ability, Tommy began thrusting into your slobbering pussy; you didn't mean to leave four swollen lines where you scratched at his chest, but with little awareness of anything but the tingles taking over your core you couldn't help it.

He responded to the pain by gripping your waist too tightly for your comfort and moving your body to the rhythm of the two men rutting you.

Your were purely incoherent. Words being overtaken with babbles and moans instead.

"Tha' feel good, don't it, baby?"

"You're doing such a good job."

"Oh—fuck! You cummin' already?"

"Such a perfect little slut, isn't she?"

"I think she likes it when you fuck her harder. Mhmm, look at her. Can't even keep her pretty eyes open."

The way they spoke of you as if you weren't right there only fueled the orgasm threatening to take over your body.

"You gonna cum on my cock or Joel's, baby?" Tommy asked you so nonchalantly, as if his cock wasn't already beaming hot red inside of you begging to cum again.

"Yo-yours—yours," you hiccuped.

Joel pressed his clammy chest to your back and cradled your jaw, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "We takin' good care of you, sugar? Hmm?"

He tugged your head back when you didn't answer.

"Y—yes! Yesss, fuck. I'm gonna c—hmph! Can I cum? Pleasepleasepleaseeee!"

"Who're you askin'?"

"You, Joel, please! Let me cum, I'msoclose."

"Good girl," he grunted. "Doin' such a good job taking both of us, you can cum for us baby."

You regained some strength, planting your palms firmly against Tommy's chest and looking into Joel's eyes. You gave the older man a sloppy kiss before he told you, "Don't look at me, baby. Look at him. S'okay."

"Tommy," you breathed out after looking into his deeply brown eyes, "you feel so good."

You began riding both of them, making them stop any of their movements to allow you to do whatever your body desired.

Tommy smirked up at you shouting his name, the encouraging smile making the thick knot in your core swell even more, hips still backing into Joel's soft belly as your ass pulsed around his thick cock.

Joel took the liberty of seeking your clit and rubbing precious little circles, finally pushing you over the edge.

You couldn't even choose a name, shouting both of theirs as they were equally responsible for your pleasure.

Their rough hands roamed your body, squeezing occasionally. Your flesh riddled with goosebumps and pulses of electricity shooting between your legs.

You vision filled with little stars and breathing became rattled, and you were thankful that they let you take a few moments to gather yourself, using the time to make you feel special.

Tommy sat up to lay kisses along your sweaty collarbone, Joel opting for the back of your neck.

You relished in the high your body was experiencing for a few more minutes, giving them kisses and affection as a thank you.

Eventually Joel pulled out of you again and stood up; he reached to pick you up and held you against his chest.

You grinned real wide as you finally got to get a good look at him; his hair was curly and messy, thin curls sticking to his forehead.

Tommy was somewhere fumbling with the camera, giving you a moment to kiss Joel and tell him, "Thank you for doin' this."

"Anything for you, doll."

Tommy appeared behind you, gently moving your hair off of your shoulders. You wrapped each arms on either of the men's shoulders, ensuring that your body was visible enough for the camera.

And soon enough Tommy and Joel got you lubed up from your tits to your back to your cunt and ass; your giggles faltered and turned into moans as they slid into you.

Joel stretched your pussy more than you've ever felt before and Tommy reached deeper in your ass than you thought was possible.

Both of them groaned and praised you at the different feelings, Joel now experiencing the tightness Tommy had just moments ago.

Your legs shook against Joel's strong arms, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You felt the soreness from previous orgasms, body begging to rest, but they wasted no time on fucking you at different rhythms and paces.

Joel was hard and fast but Tommy went deep and slow, perfect each space they occupied.

The air was thick with sex and moans; your senses heightened and you were more aware of the smaller things like their different heartbeats, their breathing, what every little sound meant, how they had to readjust their bodies often but did it so subtly you hardly noticed.

"I love you," you whimpered before leaning your head into Joel's shoulder. "I love you both s—so much."

"Awh, we love you too, sweetheart," Tommy cooed as his slippery hands ran up from your chest to your cheeks.

"You know we love you too, darlin'," Joel spoke as you looked back up at him. He gritted his teeth and stopped his movements for a moment, and you noticed that glimmer in his eyes. The same one he gets every time he's close to coming. "You know I love you."

You smiled at him, running your hand along Tommy's scalp.

"I'd love to cum with both of you," you said in between moans. "Will you cum with me?"

"Yes, of course, baby."

"Of course I will."

You struggled, but you began working your body against theirs, riding their cocks with what they saw as ease. Your eyes watered some more from the tension building in your muscles, but the pain was swallowed by the slow palpatations that pumped throughout your core.

They were gentleman enough to wait for you, their shit-talking having completely subsided. Like little puppets they were fully controlled by you and your enchanting body.

"I'm gonna cum," you just barely whispered. Tommy's face fell into the curve of your neck and Joel's eyes locked with yours. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!"

You let out a shaky scream, feeling your cum squelch around Joel's hot cock.

Tommy muffled his moans against your skin, your back arching at the feeling of his cum filling your asshole and his hands pinching your tits.

Joel's release took a little longer, but was so fucking worth it; his knees almost buckled and he whimpered at your puffy cunt swallowing his pulsing cock.

You shed a few tears from the intensity, not holding back a single scream that purged your throat. You squeezed Joel's body with your legs and tugged on Tommy's wet hair, as if you could make them feel the same hot smolder that tore through your body.

The feeling subsided slowly, perfectly. The brother's showering your cheeks in kisses, one or the other catching your lips from time to time. They kept their cummed plugged inside of both your holes until their dicks went limp. And Joel, of course, needed to watch their liquids ooze out of you.

"Look at that," he moaned after making Tommy hold you wide open and getting the perfect angle of your entire body. "How was it, baby?"

"Fucking amazing," you answered with a blissful smile on your face.

"Yeah, you were pretty amazing yourself," Tommy added.

You dared to reach between your legs, scooping up the filthy mixture of cum with shaky fingers and darting them into your dry mouth.

Joel stood, camera being held high like a trophy in your face. "How's the taste?"

You hummed and swallowed the sweet and salty combination. "Even better than it felt," you giggled.

"That's my girl," Joel said, earning another laugh from you by pinching your cheeks before he turned the camera off.

Tommy was careful as he helped you stand up. You turned around and, linking your arms around his shoulders and giving him another kiss.

"Thanks for doin' this," you said against his lips. "You were really good."

"Anytime, sweetheart," he replied. "Let's get'chu cleaned up."

"Joel," you called once you were in the bathroom. He raised his eyebrows up at you and began wringing the washcloth in his hand out. "You really are the best."

He gave you a subtle half-smile before giving you a kiss on your forehead. "This won't be a regular thing," he gruffed softly enough for Tommy, who was now in the shower, to not be able to hear.

Joel sat you on the counter and started wiping the mess away between your legs.

"You shared so nicely today," you continued to praise with a smug smile.

"Uh-huh," he hummed sarcastically.

"You know I'm yours," you said, "Don't get jealous."

"Like I said," he rolled his eyes. "This ain't gon' become a regular thing."

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chris hadn’t meant for you to find out what he had been doing. he was so careful, always hiding the knives or the guns, scrubbing his hands raw to remove the traces of blood splattering against the milky skin. he made sure to cover every track, every single piece of evidence. he needed to be sure because he didn’t want you knowing that he hunted down every guy that looked at you like you were theirs. he didn’t want you knowing that he was manipulating the game, so that in the end, he’d claim his rightful prize. you.

but you knew. you’ve studied too many serial killers and their cases, you’ve watched every slasher, slice and dice type film under the sun since the ripe age of ten. you know the signs, you see the way he watches the time when you get home after a date, before suddenly disappearing and clambering in through your window during the early hours of the morning, you’ve never once believed his “just need to take a walk.” excuse or his “matt called me about something planned for tomorrow.” lie. chris was never skittish about you going into his room alone and going through his things, at least not until the beginning of last year.

you put the pieces together, and you’ve done some stalking of your own, watching as chris rips the life from every man you’ve ever had any sort of emotional, physical, or even romantically verbal connection with. you knew deep down you should’ve been terrified, but there was something about the way his muscles flexed as he stabbed or knocked the guys unconscious, or the way he’d smirk to himself as he finished the job. you were deeply turned on by the way he took the phrase “i’d kill for you.” quite literally.

you had decided to repair the favour, waiting until some poor girl took her chances with chris, watching and waiting as she walked away in shame before tailing her on the way home. you were quick to make your move, slashing her throat with ease before calling chris.

“hey can you come to the address i’m sending you? i need help with something.” you plead, feigning desperation, giggling to yourself as he immediately obliges before hanging up the phone.

when chris showed up, he wasn’t sure what to expect, given that you normally only went to three places, his house, work, and your best friend’s place. so as he took tentative steps over the threshold, his body on high alert, he was shocked to find you standing over the girl from the party’s body, your thin white tank now a dark crimson, clinging to your body as the poor girl’s blood cakes to your skin.

“what the fuck did you do?” he exclaims, his face twisting in shock, and he knows it hypocritical to react this way, given how he spends his free time, but he didn’t think his perfect girl would ever turn into the same type of monster he is.

“what the fuck have you been doing chris? you think i don’t know about your little hobby? stalking every guy i ever do anything with and killing them so that i’d be left with you?” you laugh, wiping the splatters of blood from your lips, smearing it across the plump flesh, unknowingly affecting chris as he watches you.

“i-“

“don’t worry chris, i’m not mad. i’m touched actually, i find it almost endearing the way you’d manipulated everything to ensure that we’d be together. i wanted to return the favour.” you purr, stepping closer to him as he smirks, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you into a searing kiss before tugging you to his car, wanting to get you both away from the scene of the before it’s too late.

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[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Donnie skeletal anatomy! Click for better quality

Alright so softshell turtles right. They funky. It’s a lot more obvious that their shells are part of their ribs, as you can actually see the faint outline of their fused vertebrae and ribs on their shells. The reason their shells are so soft is because the edges and much of the lower half of their shell is actually all just cartilage and skin. Their plastron are weird, because the bone plates are largely separate and pointy, held together by harder cartilage the same way human ribs are attached around the sternum.

Donnie was weird to figure out on account of the cartilage lower half of his softshell, but I tried to compromise with his lower back vertebrae being unfused to still allow for the higher mobility required for his waist. Another fun fact about softshell is that they don’t actually have scutes or scales, but because of the look of his plastron and consistency with his brothers in the show, I’m just going to pretend that Draxum mixed in some DNA to let him grow scales for extra protection even if he has less coverage than his brothers. He can “breathe” water by absorbing oxygen through the skin of his throat, not actually by inhaling it. While most turtles can do this to a point, soft shells can stay quite active while doing so.

Personally I like to think of Donnie’s softshell as both a weakness and a strength depending on the situation! While more vulnerable, his skin can heal faster than scutes, and if he sustains blunt damage to his shell he can more easily disperse the force of it because of the give to his cartilage, rather than have the force crack his shell and cause a much more traumatic injury. Kind of like how seatbelts have some give to them to ease into a stop instead of giving someone whiplash.

Just some personal head canons! Feel free to disagree or expand upon :)

[General][Raph][Leo][Mikey][Splinter]

[taurasiluvr]

can u write a fic where paige and reader is on the phone and paige starts touching herself to readers voice? and then reader eventually notices and asks to facetime and yk… this is just a suggestion u don’t have to do it 😭

YES YES YES YES MA'AMMM

away games were the hardest on you and paige, you both thrived on being physically near each other and the separation always felt like an eternity. the long nights apart were filled with longing texts and video calls that could never quite bridge the gap. you missed the feel of her arms around you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the way she made you feel safe and loved.

while you were incredibly proud of her, the distance was a constant reminder of how much you relied on her presence. you would watch her games on the screen, cheering her on from afar, but it never felt the same as being there in person.

tonight was one of those nights.

paige's team was playing an important match out of town, and you found yourself alone in your shared apartment. the space felt emptier without her, the silence almost oppressive. you tried to focus on other things, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.

the game had just ended, and UConn had won. your phone buzzed with a call from her, and you eagerly answered, a smile spreading across your face at the sound of her voice.

"hey, baby," paige greeted, her voice warm and full of excitement. "we won!"

"i saw! you were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a rush of pride. "miss you so much, though."

"i miss you too," she said, her voice softening. "i hate being away from you."

there was a moment of silence, the connection between you palpable even through the phone. you could almost feel her presence, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.

"tell me about your day, what'd you do without me?" paige asked, a breathless laugh coming from her lips.

you laid on the bed as you recounted your day. "nothing too crazy, just went to my classes then did some grocery shopping for us," you paused, trying to think of whatever else you'd done. "oh! well, i also did some online shopping, i splurged a new bikini."

"oh?" paige's breath hitched at the thought of that. "yeah, you deserve that, especially after midterms. can't wait to you see wearin' it, looking all pretty..."

paige trailed off and you could tell she was feeling the distance, maybe even more than you. you smiled at the thought and you couldn't help but tease her a little more.

"maybe i'll give you a little fashion show when you get back," you teased, your voice playful and sultry. "just for you."

paige let out a low groan, her breath hitching again. "you know what that does to me, baby. you're killing me here."

you giggled, enjoying the effect you had on her. "good, want you to think about it all night."

"god, i will," she murmured, her voice husky. "always know how to drive me crazy."

you bit your lip, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "i miss you so much, paige. i wish you were here with me right now."

"miss you too," she replied, her voice softening. "more than anything. but hearing your voice makes me feel like i'm right there with you."

you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made your stomach ache with need. "tell me what you'd do if... if you were here," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

paige let out a slow, deep breath. "if i were there, i'd kiss you. slow and deep, just the way you like it. let my hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of you."

you closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you, imagining her touch.

"i'd kiss your neck, your shoulders," paige continued, her voice growing more intense. "i'd make my way down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your nipples until you're moaning my name."

a soft moan escaped your lips, your body reacting to her words. "paige," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'd move lower, kissing your stomach, your hips," paige said, her voice thick with desire. "i'd spread your legs and taste you, licking you slowly, teasing you until you're begging for more."

you could feel the heat building between your legs, your hand slipping under your clothes to touch yourself. "fuck, p, that sounds amazing," you gasped, your fingers mimicking the sensations she was describing.

"i'd suck on your clit, making you moan my name," paige continued, her own breath growing ragged as you heard her shift on the other line. "slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet and tight you are for me."

"yeah, just for you," you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. "need you, p. need you so much."

"i'm right here, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as you heard her breaths coming in staggered. "i can feel you, hear you. fuck, don't cum, wanna cum together,"

"oh yes," you panted, your fingers moving faster.

"i'd fuck you with my fingers, curling them just right," paige groaned, her voice low. "keep sucking your clit, making you scream my name as you cum for me."

a few moments pass and you feel the pressure in your lower stomach tighten, and you bit your lip to try and hold off cumming until paige tells you to. you could hear her own breathless moans on the other line as you tried to focus.

"gonna cum, baby, oh fu-fuck," paige groaned out. "cum for me, fuck, cum for me," she rambled as she felt her own orgasm crash over her.

"o-oh, fuck, paige!" you cried out, your body shuddering as you reached the edge. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!"

you let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. paige's voice was there, guiding you through it, her words a soothing balm to your pleasure-wracked mind.

as the pleasure ebbed, you lay there, breathless and spent. paige's breathless voice came through the phone, soft. "i love you so much," she whispered.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "can't wait to have you back in my arms."

"soon, baby," paige promised. "soon."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[probablyintensemuses]

how wwould armando react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same way, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥

Te amo 🌸💗

Wait For Your Love-

Armando Aretas

summary: Armando doesn’t wish you a happy birthday so you’re day is basically ruined, up until it isn’t.

themes: angst, fluff, smut.

warnings: smut 18+

authors note: I know this isn’t exactly like the request, but genuinely I tried. I hope y’all like it 🥹. Not edited btw, I wrote this on my lunch break.

Happy birthday to you,’ kelly sang, walking a candlelight cupcake over to your desk, Dorn, Mike, and Marcus following behind her. “Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday, our sweet girl, happy birthday to you.” Kelly gives you a hug from behind and you lean into her.

“Thanks guys,’ you smile big, blowing out the candle on your cupcake.

“What your young ass wish for?” Mike asks, slinging a birthday girl sash over your shoulders.

Marcus slaps his chest. “You know she can’t tell you, that’ll ruin it.”

Mike smacks his lips. “Man, shut your superstitious ass up. Seriously, what you wish for.”

You laugh. “I wished for the second day at my cafe to run smoothly for my employees.’ Everyone shakes their heads, happily, saying your wish was a great one.

“Speaking of,” you dig into your bag, pulling out pink envelopes with hearts on their seals. “If you guys can make time I’d love to have you over there for small party. It’s nothing big, just a new cake recipe I was working on, some drinks, and food if you guys want to bring any.”

They all accept your invite, taking their cards with them and back to their desks.

You sit back down with a smile and continue to unencrypte the harddrive they’d found at a crime scene. Mike had told you it was very important they get it open with everything on it.

So that was the goal today before your party, so you could get as drunk as you wanted to and cry as much as you wanted too.

Hopefully not the latter, though.

The compound door swings open with a shriek before slamming shut, echoing through the whole place.

You turn and your heart stops in your chest as Armando Aretas makes his way through.

It was no secret, to the team anyway, that you had a mild crush on Armando. Despite knowing the things of his past, some desperate part of your self truly liked him. And corny enough, you saw the goodness and potential within him.

It’s why you went with Mike to the D.A’s office and fought for him to serve out his tenured in AMMO instead of prison. You knew he wasn’t all bad, he could be reformed, you’d seen it multiple times.

Like when he took all those stab wounds for Callie, the daughter of the woman actively hunting him. Or how he tried constantly, despite his past and his own convictions, to have a relationship with Mike. Even how kind he was to you at times, especially when you know it’s hard for him, training his mind to know that kindness isn’t a weakness after years of being a product to the cartel.

So you couldn’t help but smile when you see him walk down the stairs and take a seat at his desk across from yours.

“Armando,’ Mike says. “You’re late, we’re about to start debriefing in ten.”

Armando shrugs, slinging off his leather jacket and exposing his bulging, biceps and veiny forearms.

You check the glare in your computer, checking for drool, before eyeing his torso, the skin tight black shirt doing nothing for your unquenched thirst.

“Had to pick something up.” He says, eyeing you.

You turn, looking over your shoulder. Was he actually staring at you?

Everyone else must have noticed too, because before you know it, you have eight pairs of hungry eyes watching you both.

“Anything you want to say to her?” Kelly practically nudges Armando with her voice.

Armando eyes you up in down, taking in your typical appearance of a cardigan and jeans, your curls pulled high in a puff on your head.

His eyes pull away from you as he stands and walks over to the room where the team debriefs. “Nah,” he says.

You fell your heart crash to your feet.

Did he just?

Now, you could understand if he forgot it was your birthday, but you have a cupcake with a candle on it sitting on your desk not to mention the fucking sash that says “birthday girl,” no way he thought you were just wearing it for convenience.

You thought, just for once, Armando would show you even a slither of the same kind of affections you held for him…especially on your birthday.

But you were wrong.

Your heart chips a little at that realization, you feel pathetic like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles as you ball up the invitation you had stored away for Armando, it yellow and bright unlike the others.

You were pathetic to think the man you liked would even consider you an option, let alone come to some dumb birthday party of yours. He was too busy for that, and you were too desperate.

Another year older, yet never wiser. It was clear in your delusions of Armando as you wait for his love.

###

You’re careful to not drop your cake as you push it through the swinging doors of your new cafe.

You decided to get this cafe as a side shop because you always loved pastries, and making cakes and sweet treats got you through the stress of school and the police force.

So now that you’re older, why not have a cafe for fun and passive income? Was it more stress, yes, but it was totally worth it.

“Wow, that looks amazing!” Dorn’s eyes light up as your bring the cake over to the booths and tables your friends occupy.

“You think so?” You smile.

“Oh hell yeah,’ Marcus likes his lips, clapping his hands together. “You know I’m for anything sweet so.”

You chuckle. “Forewarning. It’s a teramassu cake, so you old dogs might be up all night if you eat too much.”

“Damn! It’s like that!” Mike laughs.

You smile and begin cutting into the cake and passing out pieces. “Yeah, it’s like that.”

“And to think we basically raised you.” Marcus says. “I’m going to let you slide though. One because it’s your birthday. And two, because this cake is fire.”

You clap and squeal. “I’m so glad you like it. I didn’t want to mess it up, but it’s pretty difficult.”

“Mhm,’ kelly says, taking a sip of her wine. “So what’s harder, cake baking? Or admitting your crush to Armando?”

Your smile drops in an instant and you send an icy glare Kelly’s way. “Seriously?”

Kelly hiccups. “I’m sorry, but the way your face looked when he didn’t tell you happy birthday, I mean how can you like a guy like that? No offense, Mike.”

Mikes eyebrows rise. “I mean, it was a jerk move. But it’s Armando. Who knows, he might say happy birthday tomorrow.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, but it won’t be worth anything tomorrow when he knew today. I mean, I’m really pathetic to wish he was here when he couldn’t even do the bare minimum for me.” Your eyes well with tears.

“Hey, no.’ Dorn wipes your eyes. “Don’t cry on your birthday about him. Cry tomorrow, and then come see my therapist.”

You sniffle. “What?”

“Sorry, she’s just amazing, I always like to shout her out.”

You sigh. “Thanks, Dorn.”

Even with all this smiling faces around you, you couldn’t shake the anchor pulling at your ankle. You wished Armando would have just told you happy birthday, even pretended to care. That would have meant more to you than what you got.

But here you were, with all your friends who actually cared about you, about to cry over a guy who couldn’t even be bothered.

A tear streaks down your face and you look away. “You guys should go,’ you say. “I’m sorry.”

Mike pats your shoulder. “I’ll try talking to him.”

You grip his wrist. “Don’t. I don’t want him to know about this, he’ll think I’m insane.”

“Don’t sweat it too hard,’ kelly kisses your head. “I know plenty of guys at the department that would fall to their knees right now over you.”

“Thanks,’ you half smile, watching as your friends leave before you break down completely.

Tears streaked into your palm as you cried out. It didn’t hit you until this morning just how deeply you cared for Armando.

You truly liked him, and his blatant rejection had set all your emotions flaring.

Sniffling into your hands, the soft chime of your cafes door catches your attention.

“We’re closed.” You grumble, not bothering to look up.

“Even for me, ¿dulce niña?” Armando says.

Your head shoots up and the air is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you take him in.

He’s dapper in a black button up not all the way buttoned, exposing some of his tone chest and a silver St. Christopher necklace. His pants are the right amount of tightness, highlighting his muscular thighs, and his hair is dark and trimmed, just like his beard.

Armando, as always, is hard to look away from. But still, resist and play it cool, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, crossing your hands over your small chest.

Armando walks towards you, hands behind his back as he observes your cafe, like some kind of museum tourist. “The cafe came together nice.” He says, stepping a bit too close to you.

For air, you take a step back, Armando notices and smirks. “Stop avoiding the question. What are you doing here?”

“I heard you had a party I wasn’t invited to. That’s not very nice, bebita.” He smirks.

“Yeah, it was invite only.”

“I don’t qualify?”

You scoff. “You didn’t even know it was my birthday.”

“I knew.”

“Oh, you knew, so you just didn’t care.”

“I cared.’ Armando gets close, pulling at the tule fabric of your pink mini dress. He lets out a shaky breath. “This is beautiful on you, by the way.”

You push him away at the chest, he hardly moves. “Stop it.” You whine.

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you like me!” You shout. “You don’t! And it’s fucking embarrassing, Armando!”

Armando swallows, and even in the darkness you can see the shame painted into the little creases of his face and the fast lifts of his chest.

Armando’s hands finally fall to his sides and you see now what he has done. In his hands are a large bouquet of flowers and a blue bag.

“No,” You say.

He steps forward. “This is why I was late to work, princesa, because I got this for you.”

“Armando.”

“Open it.” He says.

Reluctantly you take the bag from his hands, sharp rods of electricity swirling up your arm when your fingers meet.

Slowly, you open the bag and look inside. There, a small velvet box awaits you. Hesitant, you pick it up and open it.

You gasp at what you see. A necklace, tiny diamonds all the way around. It shimmers in the moonlight that peaks into the cafe as you hold it up.

“You bought this for me?’ You gasp. “How can you even afford this?”

Armando rolls his eyes. “I use to be a drug dealer, baby.”

You sigh and put the necklace, as pretty as it is, back into the box. “I can’t take this.” You hand it back.

Armando frowns. “Why not?”

You turn, holding yourself. “Because how do I know if you even like me?”

Armando’s eyes hidden and he holds the bag on display. “Baby, I just dropped bands on this necklace for you. I think that shows alot.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You step back, walking away from him.

He catches your arm, gently pulling you back. “Maybe?” He scoffs offended. “You didn’t even invite me tonight, yet I got you a gift, and you say maybe.”

You snatch out of his grip. “I didn’t invite you tonight because you’re an asshole!”

“I’m not!” Armando shouts back.

“Then prove it,’ you square into his space. “Stop making me wait for your love and tell me what you know I want to hear.”

Armando opens his mouth to speak, but the words are lost when he leans in, his mouth crashing onto yours.

Your shocked, your lips are still against his until something burst inside of you, everything you’ve been craving sealed in this one kiss.

This causes you to moan against his lips. Armando swallows it, slipping his hands into your curls and tilting your head to the side, turning the kiss hot and fierce.

You wrap your arms around the nape of his neck, scratching at his faded low cut, deepening your kiss.

Armando’s hands trail down the fluff of your dress until they reach the hem. He flips it upward and finds your underwear, growling as he feels the thin layer of cotton. You shudder at his touch, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him making contact.

“Fuck,’ he moans, slipping two fingers into your thongs, rolling his thick fingers over your clit.

Your head falls back as you let out a low, moan. “Fuck, baby.”

“You like that?’ He strokes his fingers up and down your soaking wet slit. “Tan mojado, maldita sea.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Oh, yes.”

Armando grabs you by your waist flipping you around, the rounds of your ass pressed against the swells of his cock.

You gasp as Armando pushes you against his hard on, you imagine how it will feel once he’s deep inside your soaking, needy cunt.

Armando nibbles at the bottom of your ear. “You feel that baby. You feel what you do to me?”

“Y—yes,” you sputter.

He grinds against you, his face deep in your hair, taking a whiff.

“God I need to be inside you.” Armando whines. “I’ve always needed it.”

“Then do it. Stop holding back.” You moan out.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because in a flash Armando’s got your dress up, your thong to the side, and you bent over the counter of your cafe.

God you hoped no one walked past, because if they did, they get an eyeful of your ass and Armando’s bulging cock.

“Fuck,” Armando moans, rubbing the leaking pink tip of his cock against you sleek folds, shuddering as he pulls back, your slick dripping off his tip. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes.” You moan, digging your head into the cold marble of the counter.

Armando strokes your entrance one last time before pushing into slowly. You both let out loud, pornagraphic moans finally being full of each other.

The strokes start of slow and deep, each smack creating friction between the top of your dress and your skin. The deeper and harder Armando fucks you, the lower your dress falls until eventually your boobs spill out.

Armando’s pace picks up and he begins to fuck you with speed that causes you to cry out. He reaches in front of you, grabbing your boobs and holding onto them, circling your nipples between his fingers, pounding deeper and harder into you.

“God, mama, you’re incredible.’ Armando growls. “I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“More!” You moan.

Armando flips you over, lifting you up by your ass and slamming you onto the counter. He waste no time shoving into you and fucking you, your boobs bouncing up and down equivalent to his rhythm.

You reach down, rubbing your clit in circles, you’re desperate to come on Armando’s cock and have him come inside of you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach build and you know you’re close. The sounds of skin slapping and heavy moans echos off the walls of the cafe.

Your pussy leaks, leaving a white ring Armando’s cock as he drills into you, using one lifted leg as leverage.

Your knot builds, expanding, and you know you’re close to the edge.

You pull Armando close. “I want you to finish me, then I need your come inside of me.” You cry out.

Armando doesn’t even question your requests before obliterating you with speed and strokes.

Your knot unfurls and you moan out, shuttering as you

Come on his cock. Armando does the same, pumping all of him inside of you.

Sweaty and breathing hard, he pulls out, lifting you up bridal style.

He carries you to one of the larger booths at the back of the cafe, using his jacket as a blanket for you both.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks.

You shake your head no. “It’s okay. We’re fine. I’ll just get a plan B.”

Armando nods kissing your forehead. “And by the way,’ he pulls you into his strong arms. “Happy birthday.”

You snicker, eyelids heavy. “Thank you.”

[felassan]

New today on DA:TV from Game Informer:

"As part of the character creation process for Dragon Age: The Veilguard, players will have to select both a class for their player-controlled Rook and a faction. After customizing much of your Rook's body, including things like a Qunari's horn type and material, for example, with the hundreds of options available in Veilguard, it will be time to pick said class.  There are three classes to choose from: Rogue, Mage, and Warrior. As the names suggest, each features a unique combat system and plays differently as a result. Though you’ll be performing things like light and heavy attacks using the same buttons, what those attacks do varies based on your class. For example, a sword-and-shield Warrior can hip-fire or aim their shield to throw it like Captain America, whereas a Mage can use that same button to throw out magical ranged attacks – read more about the combat of Veilguard in Game Informer's exclusive feature here. Plus, as you spec out these classes and unlock their individual specializations, the differences will only grow even more stark.  - The Rogue has access to three specializations. The Duelist is the fastest of the three, with two blades for rapid strikes; the Saboteur uses tricks and traps; and the Veil Ranger is purely range, sniping enemies from afar with a bow. - The Mage can utilize necromancy with the Death Caller specialization; Evokers wield fire, ice, and lightning; and the Spellblade uses magic-infused melee attacks. - The Warrior can become a Reaper, which uses night blades to steal life and risk death to gain unnatural abilities; a Slayer, a simple but strong two-handed weapons expert; or the Champion, a tactical defense fighter. While these specializations don't matter upfront – you class into them via the skill trees you progress through the game – it's nice to see the potential of each class before you choose it.  For the penultimate step of the character creator, at least during the demo BioWare shows me, players select a faction. The Grey Wardens return, joined by other returning favorites and new additions like the Antivan Crows, the Mourn Watch, the Shadow Dragons, the pirate-themed Lords of Fortune, which is what I chose in my demo for the current Game Informer cover story, and the Veil Jumpers. Each faction has unique casual wear, which is worn in specific cutscenes when the character isn't donning armor, and three unique traits. The Lords of Fortune, for example, gain additional reputation with this particular faction, have increased damage versus mercenaries, and perform takedowns on enemies with slightly less effort. Veilguard game director Corinne Busche says this faction selection, which ties into your character's backstory, determines who your Rook was before, how they met Varric, why they travel with Varric instead of their faction, and more. "The message of The Veilguard is you're not saving the world on your own – you need your companions, but you also need these factions, these other groups in the world," creative director John Epler tells me. "You help them, they help you now.""

"He says BioWare wanted to avoid the trope of needing to gather 200 random resources or objects before helping you save the world. Instead, the team aimed to create factions that want to help you but have realistic challenges and problems in front of them so that narratively, it makes sense why you help them in return for their help when the time comes.  "Gameplay-wise – each of our classes has a specialization, and each of them is tied to a faction," Epler continues. "But beyond that, each faction has a [companion] as well as [people we're calling agents, ancillarily] who exist as the faces of these factions. We didn't want to just say, 'Here's the Grey Wardens, go deal with them.' We wanted characters within that faction who are sympathetic, who you can see and become the face of the faction, so that even if there are moments where the faction as a whole may be on the outs with you, these characters are still with you; they've still got your back."  If you find yourself unhappy with your lineage or your class, you can change them using the Mirror of Transformation, found in the main Veilguard hub, The Lighthouse. You can also change your Rook's visual appearance there, too.""

Update: the article has been updated with the following Editor's Note -

"[Editor's Note: This article previously stated players can change their physical appearance, class, lineage, and identity using the Mirror of Transformation. That is incorrect as class, lineage, and identity are locked after you first select those. The article has been updated to reflect that, and Game Informer apologizes for any confusion this mistake may have caused.]"

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[zeldasnotes]

Venus aspecting Chiron

Check out ⮕ Venus aspecting Neptune & Venus aspecting Pluto

READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED: This post is is written about the conjunction between Venus & Chiron but people with Square & other aspects might relate to some of it, hence the title. This post contains both positive and negative observations. These are my personal observations and NOT facts. The whole chart has to be taken into consideration.

These people were often hurt in some way by their first love which had a huge negative effect on their self esteem. Most time the rejection was because of something that had to do with their looks or social status. It can be something super small like ”I dont like girls with glasses” but it still hurt.

This rejection often leads to a lot of years spent on trying to prove that they have worth by dating a lot of people or doing everything they can to look and be perfect. Or in worst case even letting themselves be used.

This pain also leads to them thinking that love is supposed to be painful. So they dont see the issue when their partner hurts them.

They are very sensitive and very good at putting themselves in other peoples shoes. They remind me a lot of Venus/Neptune. Because of this they often go for people who are broken or even problematic, because they see the person behind all of that.

People with this who are attracted to women will either be attracted to the damsel in distress or the stone cold bitch. Because both of these ”archetypes” are someone who needs healing.

They might be attracted to partners that cant be with them so they can keep this cycle of being rejected because thats all they know. OR they can also go for people who doesnt deserve them at all because they are so scared of rejection they might want someone whos ”glad to have them”.

Their low self worth not only affect their love life and social life but also their finances. Deep down they dont believe they deserve money which can make them less motivated to get money or spend it as soon as they get it.

Women with this aspect might have a feeling of not being a ”real woman”. Might feel like they arent feminine enough or not like other women. They can also be uncomfortable with people who act stereotypically ”feminine”.

There could have been a lot of competition between women in their family or even their own mother or siblings competing with them resulting in very painful experiences with women.

Their vulnerability is shown in them often having neotony and high trust facial features such as elevated brow ridges, prominent cheekbones, lower upper facial width-to-height ratio, rounded features and open lips. Which makes them the epitome of male gaze leading to a sex symbol status. Some of the biggest sex symbols have this placement. Ana de Armas, Sydney Sweeney, Megan Fox & Marilyn Monroe all share these features. And they have this placement.

Actresses with this aspect tend to do a lot of sex scenes bc they understand how to convey sex in a way others dont since they are extra sensitive to anything that has to do with art, sex and presentation. For example: Ana De Armas & Sydney Sweeney.

They also tend to do a lot of sex scenes because they want to ”give the buyer what they want” because of their strong need to please people using their looks(Venus). Bc of this they can be very easily talked into doing any kinds of scenes the producer wants.

For some reason people might like to diss their appearance. And when there isnt something to say, people will find something because Chiron shows where people subconsciously hurt us bc of sensing a vulnerability.

Olivia Rodrigo who have this aspect herself wrote a song that describes how these people usually feel: ”When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do? And everybody's keepin' it up, so you think it's you, I could change up my body and change up my face. I could try every lipstick in every shade. But I'd always feel the same. Cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyways” 🎼

They can be very drawn to plastic surgery & beauty procedures because they want to be perfect and they think outer beauty can heal their inner wound.

A misconception I often see about this placement is that people think this aspect would make someone unattractive. Thats definitely not the case. Usually the opposite from what Ive seen both irl and on celebrities.

Pain surrounding beauty doesnt have to be because of being unattractive. Being noticed too much for being goodlooking can lead to similar issues with self esteem. For example the poor Jon Benet Ramsey had this aspect and her mom made her dress up in adult clothes and makeup for beauty pageants. She was noticed for her appearance way too early.

Too much focus on their appearance in their childhood can lead to these people rejecting beauty completely. I have a friend with this aspect shes gorgeous and shes never colored her hair, never wears lashes or nails etc because she rejects everything connected to ”Venus”. (Not saying women have to or should like those things but its common my age)

So there are two types of Venus/Chiron people. Those who are almost obsessed with being good looking and those who reject it completely. Also those who are obsessed with money and those who reject money completely.

A lot of these people also let their appearance hinder them bc of things that are only in their head. Like not wearing t shirts or shorts bc of insecurities surrounding their bodies that nobody else sees.

The positive part with this aspect is that these people are usually very charming, kind and empathic. They are also very skilled artists because they understand art like nobody else.

When they finally heal their issues with femininity and worth they can finally flourish.

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Astro observation pt 6

well, here it is, as I got the results from the poll. hope you enjoy :))

1.People with 8th/12th house stellium often have some kind of thing of hiding. If you have Moon in 8th house too, its like, hiding but wanting to be seen at the same time. You may see these people have a social media, delete it, then probably see them posting a lot and suddenly they are gone. Its conflicting in some sense.

2. Continuing on 8th/12th house moons, apart from the cliche they dont trust people, these kinds of people have a desire to connect on a soul level to people they like, but something holds them down, I would like to guess most likely past experiences or own solid opinions on how it is or very huge inner conflict. It is very touching to them if you actually understand such people. Giving me vibes of Sia's song lyrics

"Break down, only alone I will cry out loud You'll never see what's hiding out Hiding out deep down Yeah, yeah I know, I've heard that to let your feelings show It's the only way to make friendships grow But I'm too afraid now Yeah, yeah"

I would like to add this for scorpio/capricorn/leo moons

3. Your moon sign can show how you like to relax and unwind. Infact if you are unsure on how to lift your spirits up when you are down, go to your moon sign, it works quite well imo. Example, Gemini moons may like to have a talk with friends, someone/something who can make them laugh, Leo moons may like getting a full glam time or watching some kind of entertainment, Libra moons may like doing some self care shopping/routine, retail therapy or just thinking and admiring their fav people lol or seeing pretty things scrolling pintrest

4. people with Saturn in 10th house, Saturn in Capricorn, Saturn at capricorn degrees have some kind of unbelievable drive and will for what they want. Gives me "Unstoppable" vibes.

5.I read this somewhere but I cant exactly remember where. If someone's Jupiter sign matches your moon signs or vice versa, you both have the ability to lift each others spirits. It holds 200% for me and my sister. She is libra moon and I am libra jupiter.

6. People with Saturn conjunct Jupiter/harmonious aspects often dream the big, the unachievable and are actually ready to lay the plan out and work. Somehow, they should even find the luck they need to support what they need. I would even say, if they find some kind of redirection or change in their "big plans", its often for the good.

7. As cliché as it may sound, people with major Scorpio placements/scorpio stellium have something on with black going on. Either they like black clothes, using black and white filters on their pictures often, liking nighttime, some romanticizing of melancholy through poems or sad songs, or looking good in black somehow.

8. I would say, the 12th house in someones chart can reveal a lot. Someone can lie, their birth chart cannot. The planets in 12th house or sign or the degree your 12th house can show what are your unguarded deepest thoughts. 12th house scorpios (Sag risings) can carry trauma/ resentment for the past, 12th house Venus may like to fantasize about future lovers or happy times, 12th house at Leo degrees can show you are very creative and loud at creating scenarios in your head or thinking.

9. people with moon in 9th house might pursue higher education of what they actually wanted to do since childhood. Could also be there was some influence of childhood that leads to the choice of further education. This placement also makes me think that you are studying what you actually want and connect to and most likely wont despise it.

10. I think, i read someone saying the 8th sign from your Venus placement can show what actually ends your relationship. For example 8th sign for someone with Venus in Sag would be Cancer. So making decisions when you are extremely high on emotions, the thoughts or warnings of breakups or withdrawal and not really opening up or caring about someone to a fault can ruin your relationships. I checked this for a few people and think this is actually very accurate for some reasons. If you want I can make a post on this one.

11. Mars in a women's chart can show what "bad boyfriend" she may fall for or thinks about. Mars in Taurus, someone who has money/luxury, Mars in Sagittarius? Someone who is free and adventurous and reckless kind of, Mars in Aries? Someone who is high on thrills and adventures and passion. Consider the house Mars is in for more info.

12.I again have another theory. I kind of believe that though Part of Fortune can show where you are lucky and things like that, the house /sign it may be in can show what is kind of fated in your life. In 9th house it can be your higher education, in 11th house it could be the people you meet, in 4th house could be the family you were born into. I can make another post again if y'all like.

13.Saturn conjunct moon is kind of a hard placement imo. It can again have several meanings, some of them being, having to raise your parents, your childhood was restrictive and did not allow you to show your emotions fully or an emotionally unavailable non-understanding mom. If this placement falls into your 8th/12th/4th house, it can show you carry some kind of trauma from both your parents.

14. Eros in someone's chart can show what they get turned on by. Eros in 1st house could mean you find looks very attractive at first sight HOWEVER it could be, that people find you super sexy at first sight too. Applies to other houses too.

15. People with Uranus in 3rd could change multiple schools when young. Could also be early education was very unstable and unpredictable due to multiple reasons. Maybe unavailable parents, finance issues etc.

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∘∙⊱Description: Who would our little less experienced characters go to for help in pleasing their partner?

∘∙⊱Featuring:  Haruka Sakura, Jo Togame, Kyotaro Sugishita, Hajime Umemiya, Akihiko Nirei, Hayato Suo x fem!reader

∘∙⊱Words: 2.7k (I might have gotten a wee bit carried away, oops)

∘∙⊱Tags: fem!reader, minor spoiler warning for the manga (nothing too specific mentioned), aged up, smut, threesome, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, praising, degradation, dacryphilia, oral (m&f receiving), etc.

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a/n: Please be gentle with me I haven’t written anything proper in like 2 years lmao. But I’m currently obsessed with windbreaker and figured I’d take matters into my own hands for creating some content for these boys. Enjoy some spicy headcannons! You know the drill, 18+ content MDNI.

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-Sakura is a damn mess. I love this boy so much but he is. Because lets be honest, even getting together with Sakura was a project. This poor baby never even had someone show him friendship let alone love.

-(Slight Manga Spoilers) Sakura has gone to Togame for help before when it came to  the battle with Noroshi, and Togame has proven himself to be someone Sakura can rely on. Sakura treats everything like a fight, this is no different.

-Togame, in comparison, had much more experience. Being in Shishitoren was a lot on Togame before he met Sakura, so he had his fair share of sexual partners to relieve some stress.

-Sakura was new to relying on others, and even newer to asking for help. His face a bright red and a deep furrow in his brows. Togame took one look at his expression, eyebrows raising in curiosity. “What’s up Sakura, you good?” He had asked lazy crooked smile in place, tough he’d be lying if he wasn’t a bit concerned.

-Sakura’s scowl only deepened in response. “I need your help with something.” When Togame had urged him to go on, between clenched teeth he had asked him to help him pleasing his partner.

-To say Togame was shocked would be an understatement. Sakura’s furrow in his brow deepened. “Listen, I know your much more experienced than I am, I just.. I want to make sure she feels good too. But I fucking swear one smart ass comment and I’ll beat your ass into next week. You got it?” Togame’s eyes softened he knew how Sakura was, how hard it was for him to ask for help. He must really care for you. He agreed without a second thought.

-It wasn’t long before he found himself in your shared bedroom. His eyes wide at your form clad in nothing but a cute matching set the both of your cheeks adorned with the same bright red hue. He had to remind himself why he was here. He was here to help his friend, but gods were you so damn beautiful.

You felt so exposed, tears collecting on your lashes, as Togame has you spread open for Sakura. Your back resting against Togame’s chest, your thighs hooked over his, fully exposing your dripping center to Sakura’s hungry gaze. Togame’s long fingers drawing lazy circles over your needy clit. Your essence was dripping from your opening onto the sheets below, it had felt like Togame had been teasing your for hours, mind already swimming and neither of them had even filled your cunt. Togame’s other hand gently thumbing at your nipple, had you wiggling desperately in his grasp.

“See, Sakura, you need to take your time. You see how much of a mess her pretty pussy is making?” He chuckles, deep and breathy, right into your ear. “All that wetness is gonna make it feel so much better for the both of you. Plus just see for yourself how sexy it sounds”

Sakura felt like he was going to explode, his cheeks radiating warmth with how red they were, his cock straining against his pants, aching for attention.  All Sakura could do is nod eyes locked on your dripping cunt. “Go ahead Sakura, slowly slip two fingers inside, that’s it, see how easy it is?” he grins at the look on Sakura’s face at the squelching sound your cunt makes, coupled with the sound that falls from your lips at the feeling of his fingers stretching your once empty cunt. “sh-shut the fuck up I know how to put my fingers inside, asshole” Sakura grumbles, but he couldn’t deny Togame was right, they’ve never slipped in with such ease before.

Togame chuckles once more. “Oh she’s so responsive, how adorable~” Sakura’s eyes are wide, he’s never heard you make that sound before, he quickly gets drunk on your reactions, fingers gliding in and out of your cunt with ease with how wet you were. Togame continues to guide Sakura, telling him just how to position his fingers in such a way that he is repeatedly hitting the spot deep inside you that has your vision going white.

“Oh! H-Haruka, right there, please please I’m gonna~” You cry out, embarrassed at how loud your volume had gotten as you beg for release. Togame finally picks up speed, his fingers no longer drawing lazy patterns but circling your clit faster now. “That’s it doll, don’t hold back, show Sakura how good he’s making you feel.” Sakura watches intently, mesmerized, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers body trembling as he and Togame’s fingers guide you through your orgasm. Sakura surging forward, lips claiming yours hungrily, swallowing your moans. Coming down from you high, breaths panting as you try and calm your racing heart and trembling thighs.

“Alright Sugar, I think your ready for the main event.” Both you and Sakura’s eyes widen at Togame’s words, you were both in for a long night.

Umemiya & Sugishita

-Let’s be honest here, Sugishita is trusting NO ONE other than Umemiya. He hold so much respect for him and I feel like if he’s going to anyone its him.

-I feel like his partner also spends plenty of time with Umemiya, so it wouldn’t be a stranger who is being invited into their bedroom. A good bit of Sugishita’s time is spent helping Umemiya in the garden or with meetings, so its safe to say that his partner spends a good bit of their time on the rooftop with them.

-Sugishita also knows that Umemiya will be gentle and not push any boundaries that  him or his partner are uncomfortable with. He finds some relief knowing Umemiya isn’t going to go all sadistic on his partner.

-That being said Sugishita is still so nervous to ask for help. He’s worried in some way he’d be disappointed in him for not being able to fulfill his partners needs. Umemiya is so caught off-guard when he asks too, Sugishita rarely ever asks for help so as the leader and viewing Furin’s members as his siblings of course he’s happy to help! Though Sugishita’s next words were ones he couldn’t have guessed even if he tried.

-When the time comes, and the three of you are in the comfort of your bed, they dwarf your frame. These boys are BIG, Sugishita is 6’3” and Umemiya is 6’2” so honeybun I’m praying for you for real.

-Umemiya is so patient, his gentle words guiding both of your actions, he is fully in hold of the reins. He has the both of you hanging on to his every word.

“That’s it Sugishita, be gentle, ease into her. She how much easier it slides in after warming her up?” Umemiya’s voice is tender, guiding Sugishita’s actions and easing your mind. His deep baritone spoken directly in your ear has you letting out shudder. Sugishita lets out a deep groan, you were always tight, normally struggling to take his girth. But your velvet walls pulled him in the wetness from the last hour Umemiya spent between your thighs making him slide in with ease.

“So.. fucking.. tight” Sugishita grunts, heeding his mentor’s word, resisting the urge to slam into you desperate to feel more of you. You whimper at the stretch, Umemiya titling your chin upwards, lips meeting your own. His tongue exploring your mouth, large hands roaming your body. One hand circles a sensitive nipple, the other has his fingers tracing mindless shapes on your clit. Effectively distracting you from the stretch of Sugishita entering your tight heat. The both of you moan loudly as Sugishita bottoms out, feeling filled to the brim and he hadnt even gotten started. “That’s it, give her a moment, let her get accustomed. Its okay sweetheart, poor little thing your tight little pussy is so full isn’t it baby?” The gentle tone of Umemiya’s voice contradicts the absolute filth that leaves his mouth. His words having you wiggling your hips desperate for more. “Please, Kyo, more.. please fuck me”

Umemiya grins, the desperate tone in your voice has his own cock straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. “Go on Sugishita, she asked so nicely, are you gonna make her beg?” He teases, having both of your cheeks flushing pink, as Sugishia begins to move. His hips rutting into yours,  your head being tossed back, resting on Umemiya’s shoulder. “Please.. please.. touch me Ume” You beg, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears in your desperation.

The older man grins, lips attaching themselves to your neck, his fingers resuming their ministrations on your sensitive spots. Letting out a deep growl, Sugishita picks up the pace hips slamming into your own. “You see that Sugishita, you see how deep you are inside her?” He teases, pointing out the bulge in your tummy where he can practically see just how deep he was thrusting inside you. He gritted his teeth willing himself not to cum, not yet. Not when you felt so good, not when you were making such beautiful sounds.

Your hand reaches behind you, slipping inside Umemiya’s boxers, your small hand wrapping around his cock, giving an experimental tug not wanting to leave him out. He curses into your neck. His hips thrusting into you hand as you begin pumping his length in your hand. Sugishita couldn’t take it anymore, you felt too good, your sounds doing too much to him. You too were on the edge. “Kyo, Kyo, please gonna..” You come undone with a cry, Sugishita matching your actions, spilling himself into your waiting cunt. After catching your breath, you and Sugshita have a silent conversation with your eyes, his response being an approving nod and a grunt, as you turn your half lidded gaze up to Umemiya.

“Ume.. please fuck me.. wanna make you feel good too.” The white haired male’s eyes widening at your forwardness, but as he said to Sugishita earlier, he wasn’t going to make you beg when you asked so nicely.

-See these two here… I think this arrangement is a bit different from the others. Unlike Sakura & Sugishita, it isn't Nirei going to Suo for help for his partner, but rather Suo helping Nirei get some experience under his belt.

-Suo is already training Nirei, taking him under his wing to show him how to defend himself, to him this was just another lesson for him to give the blonde.

-Nirei was confused when Suo had texted him telling him to meet him at his apartment rather than their usual meeting spot for training. Regardless, he followed instruction, curious as to where Suo lived. After all these years of knowing him, he still only knew what Suo let him know about him he was a mystery to him.

-He met Nirei at the door his signature closed eye smile adorning his face, laced with mischief, as he led him inside. “y/n isnt here, Suo?” Nirei had asked curiously, also with a twinge of nervousness.

-Suo was extremely perceptive, he noticed the cherry red that dusted Nirei’s cheeks whenever you greeted him or made idle chatter. How could he not? You were breathtaking after all. So Suo would throw one of his closest friends a bone. Tilting his head with a smile. “Oh no, she’s here, just in the bedroom waiting for our lesson.”

-Nirei didnt know what he was expecting when he followed Suo into their bedroom, but he nearly fainted seeing you sat on the bed waiting patiently in nothing but your bra and panties. Before he could profusely apologize for catching you in such a state of undress and run, his friend had placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Today’s lesson is going to be a bit different, today me and y/n are going to be teaching you about inflicting pleasure rather than pain.”

-The nervous blonde thought his heart might just beat right out of his chest, was this a cruel prank from you both? Had Suo caught him staring at you and decided to give him a humiliating punishment?

-He would be a liar if he said he hadn’t imagined being with you before. If he hadn’t spent late nights fucking his fist, imagining it was you touching him instead. If he didn’t whimper your name in his pillow as he came.

-But when your big doe eyes met his, a delicate hand reached out to welcome him into the bed with a comforting nod of your head offering your consent, who was he to say no?

“He’s awfully eager isn’t he darling? Oops it seems like your mouths a bit full, how silly of me~” Suo chuckled, tone in his voice teasing, as he stuffed your mouth full of his cock. His eye softening as he looked down at you, fingers carding gently before tugging just the way he knew you liked, forcing more of his cock down your throat.

Your moans sent vibrations around Suo’s cock, he was right, Nirei was surely eager. His tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved. His inexperienced tongue was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Suo needing to remind him to take breaths. Said man, chuckled once more, teasing voice filling the room.

“Nirei, she isn’t going anywhere we’re just getting started, make sure your focusing on her clit, that’s a boy just like, fuck, just like that.” The tail end of his sentence he wasn’t sure which of you it was directed at, the way you bobbed your head taking him expertly in your throat had the normally composed man losing his bearings. Using his grip on your hair he lifted you off his length.

“Come here.” He instructs the blonde, who reluctantly removed his face from its position buried between your thighs. You beckon Nirei to you with your hand in his, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. Tongue quickly overtaking his own, allowing him to taste Suo on his tongue, a stark reminder of who you belonged to. This seemed to please your boyfriend, enough for him to slot himself between your legs. His cock sliding in with ease due to the wetness from Nirei’s saliva and your own arousal.

You moan, desperately into Nieri’s mouth, head being tossed back at the feeling of Suo’s cock filling you so deeply. His groan making both if you shudder. No time is wasted, you were quick to replace the empty feeling in your mouth with the blonde’s cock. He let out a loud desperate moan as the warmth of your mouth welcomes him in, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck. Suo sets a brutal pace from the beginning, determined to have all three of you coming undone at the same time.

You and Nirei’s moans and whimpers bounce off the walls, leaving no question of who was solely in control of you both in this moment. Suo felt the familiar spasm of your walls around him, indicating your impending release. “That’s it my love, come on, let go for me. Show Nirei how beautiful you look coming undone on my cock.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t close, the stimulation of your earlier ministrations bringing him to the edge faster than he normally would. Nirei is the first of you to come, a loud cry falling from his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks as he unloads into your waiting mouth. Nearly coming a second time just from the sight of you swallowing his cum, just so you would be able to cry out Suo’s name as you came on his cock. Suo was the last to topple over the ledge, your orgasm triggering his own. Hands gripping your plush hips in an iron grip as he paints your walls white. The room is silent save for the sounds of panting, all three of you catching your breaths from such intense releases. Suo’s voice is the first to break the silence.

“Alright Nirei, go on, if you clean her up real nice with your tongue I might just let you fuck her pretty cunt after.~”

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and as always likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. This is my first time writing for these characters so I hope I did them some justice. See you in the next one!

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Thinking of You - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Thinking of You by Kate Perry (based on THIS request)

Warnings: Angst, will there be a happy ending?

Word Count: 2.5k

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AN: Remember, you asked for this.

Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection

You and Caitlin were everything. The relationship the two of you shared was unmatched and anyone and everyone could see that. You were inseparable.

The two of you started at Iowa at the same time - both freshmen on the women's basketball team. The two of you clicked almost immediately and soon became each other's rocks during practice. It wasn't hard considering the two of you had very similar playing styles. The team quickly saw the connection the two of you had on and off the court.

If you weren't at practice, the two of you could be found doing literally everything together - studying, eating in the dining hall, chilling in each other's apartments. It wasn't to anyone's surprise when the two of you started to show signs that you were becoming a little more than friends.

If anyone were to ask you who asked out who - you wouldn't really know what to tell them. There was not one singular moment where Caitlin asked you out or vice versa. The two of you just woke up one morning and it was like you both knew being friends wasn't enough.

It came after a particularly hard loss your freshman year. She slept over at your apartment and the two of you replayed the events of the entire game trying to figure out where it all went so horribly wrong. The night ended with the two of you falling asleep side by side and waking up tangled in each other's arms. It was that morning that you knew things were different between the two of you.

You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know

Everything changed going into the summer before senior year. Life changed. A lot was going on with your family that required you to move closer to home. With that - you entered the transfer portal.

Caitlin knew things were bad at home for you - your younger sister getting sick was not a part of anyone's plan but is what life threw at your family. She also knew how close you were to them and how much it was affecting you to be away from them.

So when you sat her down and told her you would be entering the transfer portal and moving back home, it didn't come as a shock to her.

"Caitlin, we need to talk," you say as you sit on the couch next to her. The tone in your voice already broken.

The two of you both knew where this conversation was going. When you first started dating Caitlin made it very clear she had no desire to do long distance and you didn't either. The reason the two of you worked so well is because of your proximity - your relationship grew with being as close as you were.

Cait knows where this is going - but even with the knowledge, it doesn't make it easier.

"I know you entered the transfer portal," she says, her eyes focused on her hands. You inhale deeply.

"I know I should have told you before I did it, I've just been dreading telling you," you say feeling ashamed that the one person you love the most outside of your family wasn't a part of this decision.

"I mean, knowing about your sister and how close your family is - it wasn't a huge surprise," she says trying to make it all feel okay.

"Cait, you know this doesn't change how I feel about you - nothing could ever change that," you say wanting to fight for the two of you. Wanting her to fight for the two of you.

She finally looks at you and takes one of your hands in hers.

"I know it doesn't," she says. She wants to continue but is at a loss for words. Caitlin wants to take back her stance on long-distance relationships but knows this is already hard enough for you.

"I'm so sorry," you say as you pull her into a hug. You can feel the tears quietly make their way down your face. You can hear her shaky breaths as she is trying to hold herself together.

"I will always love you," you say, letting the tears flow freely now as you hold your girl for the last time.

"Please don't go," she says in a last-ditch effort, knowing there is nothing she can say or do to get you to change your mind.

"You are going to do amazing things. I can't wait to see what life holds for you. I am just so glad I got to be a part of it for a little while," you rub her back as she lets out sobs.

This wasn't a part of the plan. Leaving her was never part of the plan but life is funny like that. Just when you thought it was the best it could be, it gets worse.

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you

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He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

Senior year was a lot.

For you, it was quitting basketball to care for your family. You no longer had the time for anything except classes. It was a giant change in your day to day but being home and seeing how much you were doing, it provided a sense of comfort knowing it wasn't all for nothing.

For Caitlin, it was a hard adjustment. Losing you was also losing her best friend. She leaned into the team a lot which had been helpful. They began encouraging her to get out there again which is how she met her current boyfriend. He was cool and they had a good time together, but he wasn't you.

He's a year older than Cait and has a local job waiting for her to graduate. He's planning on moving to the city where she is drafted which leaves a bittersweet taste in Caitlin's mouth.

It's not that she didn't like him, but he wasn't you.

He did everything right, he was kind and supportive. He didn't suffocate her but when Cait was with him, you always made your way to her mind.

"Hey babe, you ready?" Caitlin's boyfriend asks as he walks into her room. She is just about ready and is putting on her Iowa necklace.

"Just about," she says as she struggles with getting the clasp to hook.

He comes behind her and takes the ends of the necklace from her to help her out. It is a sweet gesture but all it does is bring back memories of when you got her the necklace.

He kisses her shoulder and smiles, which Caitlin reciprocates. He spins her around and brings his lips to hers. She doesn't pull back but is instantly reminded how his lips aren't yours. When he pulls away, he is smiling down at her and brings her in for a hug. Caitlin lets him hold her but feels so uneasy. It has been months, almost a year at this point and you still consume her mind.

It wasn't uncommon for Caitlin to think of you when she was out with him. She had no idea how to get you out of her head but whenever she was with him, you were there too.

You're the best And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go

It's draft night. Caitlin had made her way down the orange carpet and is now sitting at her table with her family. She already knows where she will be going but tonight is the night it is all official.

She has some of her teammates in the crowd, along with her boyfriend. With all the people there supporting her, there is only one person she can think of wanting to celebrate with.

You are watching the draft - your heart deflates a little every time Catilin pops on the screen. You are beyond excited for her but wish you could be there in person to support her.

You have checked in a few times but have never gotten a response. It doesn't surprise you. Some of the girls would update you on how she was doing and it didn't sound great. They were all blowing up your phone when Caitlin started seeing someone. You knew they all had good intentions but it didn't make it any easier to hear.

Now watching her on one of the biggest days of her life - you couldn't help but bring up her contact in your phone. You stared at the new message for a few minutes before finally typing something out.

Right as you were about to send it, the camera panned over to Kate, Gabby, and Jade. You smiled a the girls watching their teammate at the draft. Your smile fell when you saw him there.

You were no longer the proud girlfriend and hadn't been for a while now. You deleted the message you had typed out and opted to stay out of this moment.

You watch Caitlin get drafted - she glowed even through the TV screen. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell up inside of you. The countless nights the two of you spent talking about what it would be like to go pro and there she was doing it.

You watched the rest of the draft but you couldn't help by let your mind wander to the 'what ifs' of life. How different life would be life if you didn't have to leave Iowa, leave basketball? Would you still be with Caitlin? Would the two of you be at the draft together and moving to Indiana to start your life together? A million different scenarios raced through your head as you sat there.

There was no point in regretting a decision you made a year ago. You don't regret it. But a part of you will always burn remembering how you had to leave the best thing that had ever happened to you. Letting go of Caitlin was far from an easy task.

Oh, won't you walk through And bust in the door and take me away? Oh, no more mistakes 'Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay, stay

You are walking around Indianapolis with a few friends when you spot her. It had been a few years since the two of you had seen each other in person but you kept up with everything she had been doing. You excuse yourself from your friends saying you are going to go check something out.

You moved to Indiana only a few months ago for work. At first, it felt like some sort of cruel joke but after getting there - life felt a lot lighter.

As you are walking over to the girl you once knew oh so well, you take in her appearance. She has filled out more - looking more fit than she did in college. With that, it seems like she holds herself more confidently. Less slouching. You see she is walking her dog who is absolutely adorable.

As you get closer to her your heart rate starts to pick up - the nervousness building by the second.

"Cute dog you have there, can I pet them?" You say - not really sure how to enter a conversation. She nods with an 'Of course'.

It takes Caitlin a few seconds to register your voice. At this point you are already bent down giving her dog all the pets.

You know she isn't seeing anyone (thanks to Kate for keeping you in the loop) but the media had a field day when it came out that she and her boyfriend were no longer together. You on the other hand hadn't dated since Caitlin.

You stand and look her in the eyes for the first time in 3 years. A soft smile plays in them as the corner of your lip follows.

"Hi," she says, breathless at how good you look. The only real update she got from you was whenever you posted on a social, which was practically never. She knew you moved to Indiana when you posted about your new apartment and tagged the city.

Caitlin would be lying if she said she hadn't gone out more with the knowledge of you there, hoping to bump into you. She had no idea exactly where you lived but was hopeful.

"Hi," you say back.

Your mind plays through a million different scenarios on where to go from here.

"You look familiar," you say teasingly. There is a hint of hurt in her eyes before she catches onto your tone. "Have we met before?"

Caitlin struggles to hide her smile.

"Well I am sort of well-known in this town," she says downplaying her fame as Indy's favorite star. She says playing along with you.

You pretend to think, bringing your hand up to your chin.

"Hmm, I can't put my finger on it," you say and she laughs.

"Might just have to invite you to one of my games to show you what you're missing," she says confidently.

You shake your head no.

"Oh I'm not really into sports," you say, both of you knowing that is the biggest lie ever. "But let me take you out for coffee and we can talk about getting me to come out and watch you."

Caitlin's smile grows even more.

"And what makes you think I want to go out to coffee with you," Caitlin teases.

You feign hurt as you bring your hands to your chest.

"Hmm, you're right," You begin, Caitlin not catching on to your teasing and immediately counters.

"Wait, no-" she begins to wave off what she just said. You put your hand on her arm to calm her down and she sees you are joking. Her body instantly relaxes.

"C, It's okay, I'm kidding," you say. You can see the rush of emotions play out in her eyes.

"I am not letting you walk away without a fight this time," she says just above a whisper. Your hand comes up to caress her cheek, and your eyes soften as they meet hers.

"Neither am I," you say reassuring her that you are on the same page.

"Neither am I," you say again as you bring her into a hug. She collapses into your body as she takes in your scent. It hasn't changed. The two of you stand there for longer than either of you expect - neither one of you wanting to release the other first.

As you stand there - both of your minds are on the same thought train.

You think about how even years later - the world somehow managed to give the two of you a second shot. You could have been relocated anywhere but it was here. Both of you in a place where you are able to commit to someone - and who better than the person who has held your heart every day since you had to take it back from them.

AN: Before you all ask, no. I do not plan on doing part 2. I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME. I would on the other hand like to know what you thought about this. And as always, thank you for all your love and support 🤍

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Inevitable Things : chapter seven

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. no porn in the first two chapters, sorry gang :

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Wednesday starts with a phone call. You're fresh out of the shower when the screen on your phone starts flashing. In a scramble, you knock over almost everything in your tub to grab it in time.

“Hello-- is everything okay?”  You wedge the phone into the crook of your shoulder and pinch the towel with your free hand. 

“Hey, it's ya boy.” Denki's voice crackles with sleep and your panic resides immediately. “Do you wanna ride to work? I’m in your apartment complex.”

“What? Don't you live on campus?”

“Mm, I was staying with a friend. ” The muffled trill of a giggle bounces behind him, high and unfamiliar. “I’ll be over in fifteen-ish. I fly, you buy coffee, ‘kay?”

He hangs up without a real goodbye, the line practically going dead mid-syllable. It is not the strangest call you've ever gotten from Denki, but it’s up there. No matter; you're thankful for the ride this morning. Summer is starting to eat the city alive and you're happy to not have to deal with the stink tube that is the train. You do have to scramble to get ready in time, scooping up clothes from your laundry basket and throwing an outfit together without much thought.

An hour later, Denki's beater rolls up outside your door. You try not to look at the clock as you hurry over to the red monstrosity and kick some cans out of the way to get to your seat. Denki just nods to you as you get in; you ignore how sticky the pleather is. In yesterday’s clothes and a sheen of sweat, Denki is somehow more ruffled than he is every other day-- complete with an obscene amount of  blossoming purple hickies down the side of his neck. 

“Jeez, did you lose a fight or something?”

“Oh, oohhh,” he chuckles, throwing an arm over the back of your chair. He smells like sex-- and not in a good way. It’s sour like an onion. “I let her win.”

You push his arm back and groan. “Ew.”

“Oh, don’t be jealous.”

You point to his radio clock- it’s almost nine already. “Kaminari, drive! We’re going to be so late.”

He starts rolling, one hand barely on the wheel. “Oh, you’re so jealous that I’m getting laid and you aren’t.”

No, you’re annoyed that every man that shows you interest sexually turns out to BE a raging cock instead of GIVING you any. 

“You don’t know that I’m not getting laid.”

“People getting dick don’t make that face.” He leans over and pokes your cheek. “That face, right there. I don’t make that face-”

“Watch the road!”

He almost crashes two more times before you guys pull into the parking lot. 9:02. You’re shaken and a bit nauseated, but Denki’s made you laugh enough that you’ve already forgiven him. 

“We’re so late!” You scurry from the vehicle before he’s shut off the engine.

Kaminari cracks open another silver can of energy drink as he slowly peels himself from the seat. “No, we aren’t. Look! Aizawa just got here too.”

You glance up with the same tact as a deer in headlights. Parked right behind you is a very familiar sports car, your favorite blonde and your least favorite coworker standing right beside it. Both men are staring directly at you with very contrasting expressions: Hizashi excited, Aizawa enraged. The shorter man yanks on his hoodie strings, closing his hood comically tight around his head, and grumbles something to his friend. Hizashi nods enthusiastically. You sometimes forget they are long time friends, but you can see it in the way they subconsciously mimic each other’s movements. Their hair is even tied up in similar ways; Hizashi’s pin straight hair knotted beautifully into a bun, Aizawa’s jammed into a messy, almost bun shape, both sitting on the backs of their necks. It’s definitely a coincidence, but the thought of them doing this intentionally makes you crack a smile.

Aizawa immediately ducks his gaze after that and your stomach twists at the reminder of victory. A giggle bubbles up in your throat, but you manage to swallow it back down; he’s still bothered. Good. They’ve parked right behind you, close enough that none of you can pretend they didn’t see the other, but he’s certainly trying. 

“Hizashi!” you coo loudly, much more ostentatious than you usually are. “How’s my husband?

“Oh, babygirl!” Mic throws his arms wide and blows your way in that airy, graceful way only he can manage. “You look--” His face falls to a grimace as Kaminari steps closer. “Oh, jeez, kid.”

Kaminari doesn’t even try to hide his hickeys. They’re getting darker, you swear.  “Did you get into a fight with a vacuum cleaner?”

The younger man just rubs the back of his neck. “Haha, you know how it is.”

“I do.” Hizashi juts his tongue into his cheek. “But also, I don't. At all. This is excessive.”

 Aizawa scoffs. His head is turned away from you, fixed on a point in the distance. He pulls his little black backpack over his shoulder and trudges towards the door.

“Button your collar before you enter the building or else I’m sending you home.” “You look awful.”

Kaminari blurts out an agreement, then turns back to you two. “What's gotten into his ass lately?”

You shoot him a knowing look. “He’s always like this.”

“No, it's worse lately!”

“I agree,” Hizashi chimes in. “ Shouta's been…”

“A bitch.”

“Kaminari!”

“No, he's right.” The tall man sighs. “I'm not sure what his issue is. He's probably stressed about the conference presentations.”

“Oh. Shit.” The UA Conference and Expo is actually a very big deal, not just for the company, but for the biomedical field in general, which is why it's so surprising that you completely forgot about it. It's part expo hall, part continuing education panel, and part research debuts. Hundreds of people flock to the city to see the newest models and equipment on display, including potential customers. In past years, Hizashi headed the sales floor, Aizawa presented research, and Yagi did everything else. 

This year, everything else falls on you. 

For a while, you were looking forward to the event; despite its prestidge, it’s actually a rather low maintenance trip for you. Shake some hands, share some business cards, apologize for Yagi’s absence and commiserate over missing him. It’s a glorified vacation to the city center--

Despite Aizawa.

 “Is that coming up?” You try to remember the dates.

“Next week!” Hizashi laughs. “Girl, you booked the hotel rooms.”

“I know I just--” Hopefully this cold front lasts into next week; the whole conference will be easier if Aizawa gives you distance. “Time got away from me, I guess.” 

“Happens when you get old.” Kaminari winks at you and you frown back.

“I’m just kidding! You’re so sensitive for your age.”

Hizashi struts over to you, his perfect smile a bit strained as he speaks. “Baby girl, give me a hug.” 

It’s strange, but you throw yourself into his arms anyway and Hizashi squeezes you tight, even lifting you off of your feet a little with the force. He’s dipping in to directly speak into your ear, speaking through his teeth:

“Are you the one who sucked on this guy’s neck?”

You balk. How could anyone think you’re fucking Kaminari? 

“Oh, no, he’s fucking someone in my apartment complex,” you whisper back. 

“Oh, thank god.” Hizashi’s touch relaxes. Shit-- there’s not any trust there, huh? You can’t blame him; you do have a track record. You two break away and you adjust your clothes. Of course, you managed to pick the most wrinkled shirt in your closet. 

“How’s the situation at home?”

Oh, great. You must look homeless.

“Oh, uh, good. I think,” you shrug. “Ordered some new lamps and stuff last night and now my bank account is aching.”

Kaminari looks surprised; you try not to discuss finances in front of the interns. It’s embarrassing, frankly, to be struggling at your big age. 

“You know we’d be happy to help you out however--” Hizashi continues. “There’s still that extra room in our house. Save up some rent money for a bit and live with us.”

“I would never ask you guys to do that.”

Your stomach cramps at the thought of asking anyone for help. You aren’t destitute, but… 

“Sales is always hiring. You’d make a lot more than you currently do.” Hizashi must see the discomfort on your face.  “We’re actually expanding, so if you want to more to Wichita-”

“If you move to Wichita, I’m killing myself.” Kaminari sags with performed misery. “Where even is Wichita?”

“Kaminari, you aren’t even in a permanent position.” The interns rarely transition into full time employees after graduation. “You’ll be gone before I am.”

“Don’t blame me for going to college!”

“I also went to college.”

“What?” Both men seem confused. “For what?”

“Neuroscience.”

“What the fuck at you doing here?” Kaminari gasps. “Go cure cancer or something.”

“Really though, think about the sales position.” Hizashi gets you back on track.  “We have positions that are not in Kansas too.”

“Don’t chase her away!”

“I would never! But a change of scenery might do her well. I love my work wife enough to set her free.”

“Again, Denki. You’re only going to be here for a couple more months.” You start towards the door. “Less time if you don’t cover your hickey!”

The three of you head inside, both you and Hizashi tugging on Denki’s collar to try and hide the bruises. It’s a fool’s errand; there’s a grape sized mark right under his ear, completely unhidable. Hizashi goes his own way after a bit and the two of you head down towards your desk. It’s so much later than usual; hopefully someone else made coffee this morning, or else there’s going to be some grumpy people-

When you turn the corner, there’s no table. No table, no machine, nothing. Only the scuffs on the floor from where the legs once were.  

You turn back around the corner and then come back. No, it’s still not there. Kaminari watches you like you’re going insane.

“Where's the coffee machine?” 

He shrugs at you, not stopping. “I dunno, man. Ask Pinky.”

Ochako looks more flustered than usual, her pink cheeks burned red as she passes her coworker in the hallway. Her arms are filled with files; crunch time is running everyone ragged. Launch of the second model is expected to be in less than three months and there’s an almost impossible amount of work to be done. 

“The  coffee- Oh, um. It was moved to engineering.”

You stare at her and try to rationalize this. “Why?”

“Mr. Aizawa said to.” She smiles, apologetic, like she knows something you don’t. She probably does, but you can’t seem to care. 

“Well.” you toss your things on to your desk. “I'm going to go talk to him.”

Ochako goes a bit pale at that. “Be careful, he’s really-”

You’re already halfway down the hall.

--

For once, engineering is booming and alive. Most of the senior partners work from home, but there seems to be something that brought most of them in today. It’s almost unsettling to see so many people working; it makes this place feel full. A couple of familiar faces look your way as you stride in, past the tinkering and typing, and go all the way to the back. Sure enough, there sits the ever so familiar coffee table, the machine percolating softly where it sits right outside Aizawa’s office door.  

Oh. This. This is the real declaration of war.

It’s so believably petty and childish that it completely boggles your mind. There’s no reason to touch it! No reason to change anything! What is it about men coming into your life and moving your fucking furniture?

Aizawa’s door is closed. You don’t knock. Throwing open the door, the man himself sits behind his monitors, only the very top of his head visible. His grays glitter under the fluorescent lights and you get some sick pleasure out of knowing he’s aging, that he’s old and alone and-

 Aizawa raises a brow. “Do you mind?”

Shit, you’ve been quiet this whole time. You stammer wildly and point to the desk like a petulant child. 

“D-did you move this?”

Aizawa doesn’t look up from his work. He types so quickly that you fear he must be making a litany of typos. “I’m busy.”

This time, you steel yourself before you talk.

“Did you move the coffee machine?” you press, stepping further into his office. You can see him clearer now; the man leans far back into his chair, the plastic creaking in protest, and sighs. He closes his eyes for one beat, two beats, three beats-- you almost think you’ve broken him. Finally, he grants you the decency of eye contact, glancing up over his glasses’ rim. 

“I did.”

“Well,” you flounder for a second. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I can.”

Not the answer you were looking for. You point with your open hand again, huffing even louder. You’re aware that everyone behind you is a lot quieter now, most of the typing subsided. One of the other engineers, Vlad, is just staring at you through the glass paneling; you can see him from the corner of your eye, trying to mind his own business and failing. You’re being too loud, but you can’t make yourself any softer right now.

“Move it back.” 

“No.” Lips pulled taut in disappointment, Aizawa gives you a heady sigh, like a father scolding a child.  He pulls the sleeve to his sweatshirt taut over his hand and uses the fabric to clean loose drops of coffee from the rim of his thermos. Disgusting brown spots dot the neon yellow sleeve. “The world doesn’t cave to your wants.”

Fury burns your cheeks.This isn’t the place to make a scene. Not in front of an entire department. You can feel your hands quivering with pure anger as you turn on your heel and try to regulate your breathing- 

“I'm sure that pouting act worked on your junky boyfriend, but it doesn't work here.” 

He says it under his breath, but clear enough that, in front of you, Izuku sits straight up and sucks air in through his teeth in abject horror. 

Touya's drug problem is the loudest secret in your life. You deny it as much as possible, but everyone knows the truth. It's what's ruining him-- ruining you by extension.

Oh, fuck it. 

Fuck it!

You’re going to make a fucking scene.

You wheel back around so fast that your hair hits you in the face, but it does nothing to slow you down. “You’re a fucking jerk.”

Aizawa’s eyebrows quirk up in genuine surprise. You aren’t one to curse in the office. “Want to repeat that?”

Yes, actually, you do. You stomp in, fists balled as you bump against his desk just hard enough to slosh his overly full thermos.  Leaning over the monitors, you get as close as you can before continuing.

  “I said that you’re a mo-ther-fuc-king jerk.” You hit every syllable as hard as you can.

Aizawa stands now too, leaning on his hands. His face is inches from yours, so close that you can smell the touch of coffee and mint on his breath. He’s clean shaven today, no little whisker to hide his frown lines and sunken cheeks. Bits of speckled melanin -sun damage and scars- litter his skin, a sea of tiny imperfections under the jagged, brutal cut across his cheek bone. That healed skin goes taut when he starts to boom.

“Do you want to know why I really moved it?” Aizawa spits. His nearly black eyes bore into yours, unblinking, unrelenting  “I don't want to see you. I don't want to ever hear your voice. I don’t want to smell your perfume. I don’t even want to be in your vicinity.” 

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you aren't sad-- you're boiling, so impossibly angry and hurt that you can’t find the words or logic for it.

  “You are-” Your throat is tight with emotion and you have to fight through it to stay sounding angry. “The most rude, selfish, insufferable-” 

“I'm insufferable? Me?” He leans back and guffaws a clearly fake sound. “You are the most weak willed, soft-”

 “You're just an asshole!” you shout. “A huge fucking asshole that everyone hates!”

“Hey, uh.”  

You both snap around to see Izuku, awkwardly standing in the doorway. He stands uber straight, arms tucked tight to his side and chin in the air. He opens his mouth to speak. “I-”

“Does it look like I want you to interrupt?” Aizawa doesnt let the boy breathe. “Do we not look busy?

Izuku goes wide eyed and you wheel back around. The motion nearly knocks over both of Aizawa's monitors. “Don't yell at him!”

“He's not seven, he doesn't need the princess defending him.”

“Call me princess one more time.”

“Tell me how to run my department one more time.” 

“I should! You’re an awful boss and everyone hates you, you fucking cunt-”

“Both of you.”  When you turn back around, Vlad is there now, grim faced. He's a massive man -a power lifter in his free time- with gray hair and a downturned mouth. His shoulders practically dwarf the doorway. The way he looms steals the air from your lungs; you shrink back and shut your mouth. 

It apparently has the same effect on Aizawa; he's in charge of Vlad, but his presence seems to mellow the smaller man out. He groans and flops back down to his chair and waves his hand vaguely in the air. 

“Coffee machine stays. You go. Goodbye.” 

You don't move. 

“Goodbye.” Aizawa waits a moment, then repeats it. “Goodbye.”

You look between him and Vlad. The big man nods and steps out of the way, silently encouraging your exit. It's a loss-- and an embarrassing one at that. It takes effort to keep your chin up as you leave.

“Oh, and tell Kaminari that he reeks,” Aizawa shouts after you. 

You storm down the hall, past the curious faces. You’re trying to stay angry, but it’s fizzling out into embarrassment fairly quickly.

“Kaminari,” you say, a bit louder than you should. “You smell.”

The blonde’s jaw drops. “Dude, I drove you here! Why am I catching strays?”

--

Someone from HR checks in with you later that day, with her placid smile and worried brow. You’re given a slap on the wrist for calling someone an asshole, but the meeting is mostly focused on if you're alright and comfortable. As much as you hate the guy, you don't want him to lose his job; you insist that things are fine, but you open up a job browsing site as soon as she’s gone. 

Yagi would forgive you for leaving-- fuck, he'd probably applaud you.  You start googling Wichita.

Aizawa is sent home midday. You just watch the back of his awful yellow sweatshirt as he stomps out the door. You resist the urge to flip him off behind his back.

Later that night, when you’re cooled down and tucked into bed, Hizashi texts you.

-I heard what happened.

-Can you guys hold it together for the con?

-I’d really hate it if you killed each other in my car.

You don’t respond because you don’t know the answer.

You google Wichita again.

[fandoms-x-reader]

NSFW General Headcannons

Requested By: @ricaaathelittlelamb

As the title implies, 18+ / NSFW

Lucifer takes the longest for you to grow closer to. He keeps his distance and cold facade until he knows he can fully trust you.

 And, once he knows that he can, he isn’t shy about showing his feelings for you in the bedroom.

Lucifer can’t allow his arousal to taint his image. So, he’s gotten really good at hiding when he’s turned on. But, his biggest tell is his breathing.

Lucifer usually remains calm and collected at all times, so when you notice his breathing has become eccentric and his eyes are just the slightest bit glossed over, you know he’s struggling.

If you decide to tease him while he’s like this, he’ll make sure to punish you properly as soon as the two of you are alone.

He prefers to top. He’s always the one control, and he expects it to be the same in the bedroom. If you catch him off guard, you can switch positions and top him. He’ll be surprised at how much he enjoys it.

He loves it when you come into his study to distract him from work. He’ll resist your attempts at first, but eventually he caves into temptation.

His favorite position is having you sitting on his desk while he stands in front of you, supporting your weight with one arm as he thrusts into you.

He loves when you grip his back, your nails digging in slightly. He’ll switch between wanting to look deep into your eyes and wanting to kiss you passionately.

He is equally skilled with using both his hands and mouth.

Lucifer is the ultimate rebel. Because of that, he has a corruption kink. He wants to see your usual polite and respectful personality turn into something much more sinister in the bedroom. And it drives him crazy when you’re the one to suggest doing something particularly risque.

Afterwards, Lucifer will hold you in his arms, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against him. Your arm will rest over his and he’ll tighten his grip around you, wanting to hold you impossibly close.

It’ll take Mammon a while until he’s comfortable enough with you for the two of you to escalate things to a more intimate level.

When the two of you do sleep together, it is a very passionate release of all the built up emotions you hadn’t confessed to each other prior.

You could tell whenever he got turned on by you because he would be constantly moving. He would shift around uncomfortably, doing his best to hide his erection as he avoided your gaze. He would close his eyes to try to calm himself down, but it would never work.

Mammon is a switch. He loves when you take control and he’ll happily let you do whatever you want to him. But, if he’s particularly worked up about something he will be the dominant one. 

If he’s jealous, he’ll spend the night making it known that you are his and if his sin starts overtaking him, his lips won’t leave you. He’ll kiss every inch of your body, leaving small bite marks wherever he wanted.

His favorite position is doggy style. He loves when you're bent over, your ass pressed against him as he thrusts in and out of you. He loves tangling his hand in your hair, tugging while his other hand supported his weight. 

When it comes to kinks, his is branding.

He wants everyone to know that you're his human. And the best way to do that is through his pact mark. Nothing turns him on more than you flaunting off the symbol and during sex he makes it a point to pay extra attention to it. He’ll kiss it, suck the skin around it, and bite. Whatever he could do to emphasize the mark.

After sex, Mammon will hold you in his arms. He likes to run his fingers through your hair, reassuring himself that you are there and that did just happen. He had so many fantasies about you that he would believe it was a dream. But, running his fingers through your hair made it real. And he would especially appreciate it when you would reach your arm and gently run your fingers through his hair as well. It created a safe and deep connection between the two of you.

Levi is pretty shy at first when it comes to things in the bedroom. But, the more comfortable he gets with you, the more he’s open to trying new things. He’s seen and read about a lot of different positions in certain erotic anime and manga and he wants to try them all with you.

When Levi is turned on, it’s very obvious. He’ll start profusely blushing, looking anywhere but you. If you were in front of other people, he would hope that no one notices. If it’s just the two of you, he’s less embarrassed but still a bit awkward about it. He’s not 100% comfortable with just coming out and telling you what he needs.

He is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the face-off position in which you straddle him while he’s sitting and ride him.

He loves tangling his fingers in your hair as the two of you passionately kiss while you’re bouncing up and down on him.

He is the Avatar of Envy, though. And, if you decide to make him jealous in any way shape or form, he will quickly be in control. He will be very dominant and very possessive of you.

Roleplaying is Levi’s kink. He has hundreds of fantasies that he wants to try out with you if you’re willing. And he'll be open to trying an roleplaying fantasies you have in return.

Afterwards, once you’ve both come down from your high and gotten cleaned up, Levi will be very affectionate. He’ll hold you close as you cuddle and watch anime together.

Satan did his best to maintain his calm and composed appearance. But, if you kiss his neck, he is a blushing mess and he melts into your touch.

When Satan gets turned on, you notice because he would slowly start to lose control of himself. It would start with something simple like stuttering or not being able to focus on the task at hand. Then it would move to him not being able to take his eyes off of you.

If he was trying to really restrain himself, he would close his eyes and clench his jaws. His hands would grip whatever was nearby as he did what he could to not go down on you wherever you were. But, you best believe he didn’t hold himself back in the bedroom.

Satan is the dominant type. He prefers to be on top, taking control of the situation in the bedroom. But, sometimes you can take him by surprise and top. He enjoys it both ways.

His favorite position is missionary. It’s traditional, yes. But he enjoys being able to stare into your eyes or kiss you passionately as he thrusts into you, confessing his love over and over again.

He is great with his hands, knowing when and where to put them to edge you closer and closer to your climax.

He has a big collaring kink because it reminds him of cats. If you’re comfortable with it, he would love to see you wearing a cat collar in public. Especially if it had a name tag saying you belonged to him. If you prefer something more subtle, a choker will do. Seeing anything resembling the sort will turn him on either way.

He also loves it when you mark him as yours. If you leave bite marks or scratches, he’ll flaunt them. He wants everyone to know exactly who he belongs to.

Aftercare consists of a lot of pillow-talk. He feels so close to you after sex and he wants to further that bond by getting to know you through words as well. He wants to know every part of you.

Being the Avatar of Lust, Asmo is ready to take you into the bedroom the same day that he meets you. But, he’ll be respectful and let you decide when you’re ready to take things to the next level.

Asmo is never shy about admitting when he’s turned on. Especially when it comes to you. When he doesn’t just come out and say it, he shows his arousal through his words. He likes to get really close to you and gently play with your hair while he tells you over and over how beautiful you are.

If you don’t give him what he wants, he’ll mention specific body parts and what makes them so beautiful until you finally cave.

Asmo’s favorite thing to do is tantric massages. He is big on setting the perfect scene in his bedroom with scented candles, dim lights, and music.

He’ll get the best oil he can find and have you start by laying on your stomach. He’ll massage every inch of your back side thoroughly before asking you to flip over.

He is all about pleasuring you and will intensely watch your expressions as he rubs his hands over all of your most sensitive spots, his eyes lighting up when you finally hit your climax.

Asmo is a switch. If you want to please him, go right ahead. If you want all of him, he’ll give it to you anywhere in any position. He’s good at everything.

One of Asmo’s most prominent kinks is mixophilia. He loves to look at the mirror while the two of you are having sex so he can see both of your expressions of ecstasy. If you were okay with it, he might even bring out the video camera.

Afterwards, the two of you will finish the night with a lot of sensual touching. You would gently run your fingers through his hair and he would rub your arms and back. Asmo would confess his love for you while touching you gently like this to further prove his feelings.

Beel doesn’t express his feelings through words often, so he’s very comfortable with showing the way he feels about you through actions.

And sex is one of the biggest way he shows you how much he loves you.

Because he usually isn’t very vocal with his wants and needs, you notice when Beel is turned on by the way he’ll be staring at you.

He always looks at you, but when he’s aroused, he will be staring intensely at you, watching your every movement as his eyes trace over every inch of your body.

Beel is used to being the dominant one, but doesn’t mind if you want to take control in the bedroom.

His favorite position is the sexed-up snuggle position. He loves wrapping his arms around you in practically a bear hug and kissing you passionately as he thrusts into you. He holds you as close as he can, which is his way of showing you how deeply he cares about you.

Beel would undoubtedly be into food play. It would drive him crazy being able to indulge in his sin while also having you in an intimate way.

If food is involved, he will use only his mouth instead of his hands. He’ll leave small bite marks on you and it’ll turn him on even more if you leave your own bite marks on him.

After sleeping together, Beel won’t want to leave your side. But, he worked up quite the appetite and his stomach is already growling.

He’ll have you put on one of his long t-shirts and the two of you will cook together in the kitchen. He’ll hug you and give you small kisses in between making the food and when it’s done, he’ll have you on his lap and feed you bites if you wanted some.

Belphie is one who gets what he wants when he wants; and considering he spends most of his time in bed, the two of you sleep together a lot.

When Belphie’s turned on, he’ll start getting really touchy. If you’re laying in bed with him, he’ll let his hands start roaming, touching you in neutral places like your legs, arms, or stomach; and then he’ll get more daring.

If you are in public, Belphie will walk close to you, holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist. If you don’t pay him proper attention, he’ll start whispering things in your ear until you’re blushing and agreeing to go to the bedroom with him.

In the bedroom, Belphie is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the cowgirl position. He loves looking into your eyes and gripping your hips while you ride him.

If he’s feeling particularly temperamental, he’ll take control in the bedroom. Pinning your wrist and legs down so that you can’t move as he does whatever he wants to you.

To no one’s surprise, Belphie’s kink is breath play. Although, given your history with him, he’ll triple check to make sure you’re okay with it before trying it in the bedroom. Even then he’s very cautious about making sure not to actually hurt you.

He likes things a bit rough and it drives him crazy when you pull his hair or leave hickeys on him.

Afterwards, Belphie likes pulling your naked body on top of him, wrapping his arms around you as he cuddles you. He’ll hold you intimately, his careful touches conveying the feelings he has for you.