#that did feel a little bit like a splash of cold water on my face or something. like having my identity watered down

[queerwolfdog]

Ugh I just know M is gonna be so sick worried for me once we get our eye surgery.

[tfa-archived]

saw someone like. censor the term queerplatonic and i get people's feelings on the term vary and whatnot, but it did get me a little riled up because my feelings aren't 'q-platonic'. they're queerplatonic. i can't, and likely never will be able to, describe the way i feel for my partners. my queerplatonic feelings are almost precisely how most people describe romantic feelings, but i don't want to kiss them or have sex with them or whatever. i love that person with my entire heart, in a way that i can't explain and have practically no examples to give you in lieu of my words because none exist in media. you can't tell me that falling in love with people, knowing in your heart they're your true north, your platonic soulmates, but not wanting anything more than to hold their hand and be emotionally intimate with them isn't inherently queer.

[maemae2998]

Dante Sparta x reader:

Prompt: Sex pollen trope

My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉

You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.

“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”

“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”

“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.

Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.

He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.

You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.

You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”

A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.

“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.

Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.

He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.

You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”

You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?

After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.

“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”

Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?

“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”

“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”

“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.

His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”

“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.

“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”

You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”

Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.

“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”

With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.

“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”

Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.

He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”

“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”

Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.

At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.

“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.

He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”

You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”

Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.

“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.

“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”

Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.

Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”

With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.

“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.

“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”

“Oh yeah, screw them.”

“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.

You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.

[bueckers555]

JEALOUSY — paige bueckers x reader

summary: in which, you and paige have a strict friends with benefits deal. so, why the hell do you feel some typa way seeing her hugged up on someone else?

warnings: smut (w like a LITTLE plot? idek anymore), fingering, spitting (? ho idk)

authors note. this is so bad but idk im lowkey running out of ideas IM NOT CREATIVE so i hope this doesn’t sound repetitive?

You wanted nothing more than to go home and forget everything.

The diner was loud as hell—UConn girls packed around a long, sticky table, plates of fries and half-eaten burgers scattered everywhere, the air thick with grease and laughter.

Paige was at the far end, her blonde hair loose, her hoodie slung over the back of her chair, manspread and leaned back like she owned the damn place. She was leaning in close to Azzi—too close—her best friend, her teammate, her fuckin’ shadow lately.

Azzi said something, her curls bouncing as she laughed, and Paige’s hand brushed her arm—light, casual, but it hit you like a punch to the gut.

It shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did, but suddenly you wanted to jump across the table and get them far apart from each other.

You forced yourself to stare at your flat Coke, your fries cold, your stomach twisting—jealousy, green and ugly, clawing up your throat.

You and Paige had been fucking around for a while now. Your little friends with benefits deal had been a good idea at first. No strings, no feelings. No jealousy.

That was the deal—had been since the first time she fucked you in her dorm, her hands all over you, her moans in your ear, no feelings, just sex.

It worked up until now, watching her grin at Azzi, her voice low and flirty, her eyes flicking to her like you didn’t exist. You knew you couldn’t say shit—couldn’t storm over, couldn’t claim her—and that might’ve just pissed you off even more.

“Yo, you good?” KK voice broke you out of your trance, elbowing you, her brows furrowed as she shoved a fry in her mouth. “You’re quiet as fuck.”

“Yeah, just—hot in here,” you mumbled, your voice tight, shoving your chair back, the legs scraping loud against the floor. “Gonna hit the bathroom.” You didn’t wait for a reply—stood fast, your shorts riding up, your tank clinging to your skin, your heart pounding as you weaved through the diner, past the jukebox, the buzzing neon signs, ‘til you hit the grimy bathroom door—pushing it open, the door clicking behind you.

The sink was cold under your hands, the mirror smudged, your reflection a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes dark, jealousy eating you alive.

You splashed water on your face, your breath shaky, trying to cool off, trying to shove down the stupid fuckin’ feelings you weren’t supposed to have. The door creaked—fuck—and you spun, Paige slipping in and locking the door behind her, her white tee riding up a bit, her grey sweats hanging loosely on her hips, her eyes low and locked on you, that smirk tugging her lips—cocky, knowing.

“Caught you,” she said, her voice low, rough, stepping closer, the door clicking shut behind her, the diner noise muffled. “You’re all pissy—what’s up?” Her hand brushed your hip—light, teasing—her head tilting, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, her scent hitting you—sweat, vanilla, her.

You laughed—bitter, sharp—shoving her hand off, your chest tight. “Fuck off, Paige,” you snapped, your voice trembling, stepping back ‘til your ass hit the sink. “Go back to your new lil play thing. See if I care.” Jealousy spilled out—raw, messy—you couldn’t stop it even if you desperately wanted to. And you did.

Her smirk faded, her eyes narrowing—dark, hungry—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to the sink, her body pressing yours, her thigh shoving between your legs—hard, sudden—your pussy grinding against her through your shorts, wet heat flaring.

“Play thing? That how it is?” she murmured, her voice gravelly, her lips close—not kissing, just breathing you in. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—Azzi’s just a friend.”

You tried your best not to roll your eyes. You failed.

“You jealous? That’s cute, ma—turns me on.” Her thigh flexed, rubbing your cunt, your moan slipping out—soft, desperate—her grin growing, filthy.

“Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice weak, your hands tugging at her shirt, pulling her closer even as you cursed her, your pussy soaking—folds slick—your no-strings rule cracking, jealousy fueling the heat. “You don’t get to flirt then fuck me like it’s nothing”

“Nah?” she questioned with an arched brow, her voice thick, yanking your tank up fast—your tits bouncing free, nipples hard—her hands cupping them, squeezing rough, her thumbs flicking, your back arching.

“Feels like I can.” her murmur made goosebumps rise on your skin.

She shoved your shorts down, your cunt dripping—glistening—her fingers plunging in—two, deep—your cum leaking, your moan loud, bouncing off the tiles.

“Paige—shit—” you gasped, your voice wrecked, your hands clawing her shoulders—nails digging—her fingers pumping—hard, fast—your pussy clenching, wet and messy, her other hand gripping your ass—spreading you. “Fuck—this jealous pussy’s so wet—mine, huh?”

“Fuck—yes—yours—” you groaned, your voice breaking, your cunt spasming, cum flooding her fingers—sticky, hot—dripping down her wrist, splattering the floor, your thighs shaking, clit throbbing as she fucked you through it—nasty, relentless—her breath huffing, her eyes locked on yours—wild, possessive.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” she muttered, pulling out—fast—spinning you, your stomach on the sink, your ass up, your pussy dripping—wet, begging—her hand smacking your cheek—sharp, loud—your skin stinging, your cunt clenching, her fingers sliding back in—three now—stretching you wide, fucking deep, the sink rattling, her other hand yanking your hair—hard—her lips at your ear, growling, “Still jealous? Or you gonna cum for me again?”

“Paige—God—please—” you sobbed, your face a mess, her breath hot on your neck, her teeth biting your shoulder—hard, possessive, breaking skin.

Your folds felt fucked raw, pulsing, her fingers ruthless—slamming, curling, her thumb pressing, pinching your clit—nasty, fast—her spit hitting your pussy—wet, messy—her moans loud, her dominance peaking, fucking you like she owned you.

“Take it—fuckin’ take it,” she groaned, her voice rough, her fingers pumping—wild, sloppy—your pussy gushing, cum flooding her hand, splattering the sink, your thighs trembling, clit swollen, her jealousy kink flaring, her top energy unhinged. “Cum—now,”

Your body shook—cum gushing—hot, wet—soaking her fingers, her wrist, the floor, your thighs shaking, ass bouncing, your vision blurring as she fucked you through it—hard, nasty—her own cum leaking, dripping down your leg, her moan loud—real—her body tensing, shuddering, her fingers slowing, her breath ragged, her grip softening, possessive.

“Fuck—Paige—” you panted, your voice weak, your pussy still twitching—wet, raw—your hands gripping the sink, her body slumped against you, her chest heaving, her lips brushing your neck—sloppy, warm—her breath sticky, her cum on you, yours on her.

“Still mad?” she muttered, her voice hoarse, her fingers sliding out—slow, teasing—her cum-coated hand smearing your thigh, her grin faint, cocky, her dominance still buzzing. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—no strings, but mine.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your voice thick, your pussy still dripping, your head spinning, the diner noise faint outside—teammates laughing, oblivious—the bathroom a mess, jealousy burned out in the heat of her, the no-strings rule bent but not broken, just fucked into place.

[kinascum]

TAG! pt2 - C. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY. A little taste of the other side can't be bad for your system, right?

CONTENT. smut, degrading, oral m, f recieving, getting caught, mocking, over all mean!chris. this is kinda bad...

WC. 1.8k

pt1 (matt)

You lay in bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, the aftermath of the thrilling night air still clinging to your skin. The moon's glow has long since been swallowed by the early dawn, leaving the cabin bathed in a soft, blue light. The smell of pine and lake water lingers in your nostrils, a reminder of the game that had led to something so much more intense. Your thoughts drift back to Matt's strong arms, his hot breath on your neck, the way he'd claimed you so fiercely in the woods.

As the first light of day peeks through the cabin's windows, you hear the clatter of pans in the kitchen. You sit up, the events of the night replaying in your mind, your cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and dread. You know the others are up, but you can't bring yourself to face them yet. You wonder if they heard anything, if they suspect what happened between you and Matt. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the day ahead.

Slowly, you slip out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. You splash water on your face, trying to wash away the evidence of your desire. The taste of him is still on your lips, a secret you're desperate to keep hidden. You glance in the mirror and see the marks on your neck, a map of passion left by his fingers. A shiver runs down your spine.

You slip into a t-shirt and shorts, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to the memory of his touch. You take another deep breath and head towards the kitchen, ready to face the day. As you enter, you're met with the sight of Nate, Nick, and Chris, all busy cooking up breakfast. They look over, greeting you with sleepy smiles and nods. You force a casual grin, hoping it hides the tumult of emotions roiling inside you.

Chris's eyes linger on you a moment longer than the others, a knowing glint in his gaze. Your heart skips a beat. Did he hear something? Did he see something? The silence stretches out, filled only with the sizzle of bacon and the crackle of the fireplace. You grab a plate, trying to act normal, but the weight of his stare is unbearable.

"Morning," you murmur, reaching for a slice of toast.

"You're up early," he says, his voice deceptively casual. "Couldn't sleep?"

You swallow hard, feeling his eyes on you like a brand. "Just had a bit of a restless night," you reply, hoping the blush on your cheeks isn't too noticeable.

He chuckles, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Must have been something in the air."

The tension in the room is palpable, thick as the smell of coffee. You sit down at the table, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach. The banter and jokes of the morning feel forced, the usual camaraderie tainted by the secret you share with Matt. You can't help but wonder if the dynamic of this trip has shifted permanently.

When Nate, Matt and Nick announce plans to go fishing, you're both relieved and nervous. It's just you and chris in the cabin. You watch them leave, their laughter fading into the distance, leaving you with Chris and his unspoken accusation. The kitchen feels smaller, the air heavier. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, feeling his eyes on you.

He turns from the stove, the spatula in his hand, and crosses the room to stand in front of you. "So," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, huh?"

Your stomach plummets. He knows. You look up at him, trying to read his expression, but his face is a mask of anger and something else—desire. "What are you talking about?" you ask, your voice shaking slightly.

He takes a step closer, the heat of his body almost tangible. "You know what I'm talking about," he says, his eyes dark. "You and my brother in the woods."

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat. He's seen it all. The way Matt had used you, the way you'd let him, the way you'd loved it. Chris's gaze is like a predator's, hungry and unforgiving. You know you're in trouble, but the way your body responds tells you that you might not mind as much as you should.

"I-I didn't mean for it to happen," you stutter, your voice barely a whisper.

He laughs, a cold, harsh sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "You're funny," he says, his voice dripping with contempt. "Or maybe just a little whore who can't keep your legs closed."

You flinch at the words, the sting of his accusation piercing your soul. But deep down, you know there's a part of you that craves this, that wants to be degraded and used by these men. You feel your pussy throb, betraying your thoughts.

Chris reaches out, his hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "You liked it, didn't you?" he asks, his voice a menacing whisper. "You liked being Matt's little plaything."

You nod, unable to find the words to deny it. The fear and excitement mingle inside you, creating a cocktail of emotions that make your head spin. His grip tightens, and you find yourself leaning into it, your breath coming in shallow pants.

"Good," he says, his voice dark. "Because now, it's my turn."

He pushes himself down to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. You can see the challenge in them, the dare. He's going to show you just how much of a slut you really are. You know you should be scared, should be fighting him, but instead, you're eager to see what he'll do next.

He pulls your shorts down, exposing your damp panties, you whine. "So eager," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Look at you, begging for it."

He shoves your leg over his shoulder and pushes your panties aside as dives in, his tongue lapping at your clit. You moan, the sensation overwhelming, his words echoing in your mind. You do want this.

He eats you out with a ferocity that matches his words, his tongue and teeth playing with your sensitive flesh. You squirm under his touch, the pleasure building rapidly. He's not gentle, his teeth grazing your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs. But you don't want gentle. You want him to consume you, to make you feel like the dirty little whore he's painted you to be.

You whimper, your eyes rolling back in your head as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. And just as you're about to fall over, he stops. You look up at him, panting, desperate for release.

"Not yet," he says, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "We're just getting started."

You watch as he stands, the lust in his eyes unmistakable. He's in control now, and you can't help but feel a thrill at his dominance. He grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet, leading you to the couch. He sits down and pulls you onto his lap, your ass nestled against his crotch. You can feel his hardness through his shorts, pressing against you, a constant reminder of what he wants.

He shoves your face into his neck, his hand squeezing your breast through your shirt and pushing your hips onto him. "You're going to cum for me," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "And when you do, you're going to scream my name."

You nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You're so close, so close to the edge, and he's the one holding you there. His hand slides down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit, playing with it mercilessly. He knows just how to touch you, just how to keep you on that knife's edge.

And then he's gone, his hand leaving you aching and needy. "Take off your shirt," he commands, his voice low and firm.

You do as you're told, the fabric sliding off your shoulders to reveal your naked chest. His eyes rake over you, and you feel a flush of heat. You're exposed, vulnerable, and it only makes you wetter. He leans in, his mouth closing over your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You arch your back, your hips grinding against his cock.

He chuckles, a dark sound that sends a thrill through you. "Eager little slut," he says, his voice muffled against your skin. He pulls away, leaving your nipple wet and sensitive. "Now, let's see how much of a whore you really are."

He pushes you down onto the couch, your legs spread wide. He dives back in, his tongue flicking against your clit, his teeth scraping your inner thighs. You can't help but moan, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. He's relentless, his mouth working you over until you're nothing but a writhing mess beneath him.

And then, just as you're about to climax, he stops again. You whine, your body begging for more. "What's the magic word?" he asks, his voice taunting.

"Please, chris" you gasp, your voice desperate.

He grins, a wicked look that sends a shiver down your spine. "Good girl," he says, and then he's back, his mouth on you, his tongue and teeth and lips working in tandem to drive you wild. You can't hold back anymore, your body bucking as you scream his name, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

Chris doesn't let up, even as you beg for mercy. He eats you out like you're his favorite meal, like he's starving and you're the only thing that can fill him up. Your pussy is soaking wet, his mouth working relentlessly, his tongue flicking and teasing, his teeth grazing. You're so sensitive now, every touch feels like it could send you over the edge again.

"You're mine, yeah?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, whenever I want." The words are a dark promise, one that sends a thrill through you even as you squirm under his touch. You know he's not playing around, that he means every word.

And yet, as he stands, his pants tented with his erection, you find yourself looking up at him with a mix of fear and excitement. You know what's coming next, and you can't help but want it. He strips off his shorts, his cock springing free, thick and hard. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you do, eager to taste him, to be used by him the way you were by Matt.

He takes your face in his hands, his grip firm as he guides his cock into your mouth. He's not gentle, pushing in deep, filling you up until you gag. You can feel his muscles tense, the power of his body as he uses you, as he takes what he wants. It's intoxicating, the way he's claiming you, making you his.

His hand is in your hair, pulling you closer, controlling every movement. You're just a toy to him, a means to an end, and you love it. You love the way he's using you, the way he's degrading you. You suck harder, your eyes watering, your throat aching, but you don't stop. You want to please him, to make him cum, to show him just how much of a slut you really are.

You feel the tension in his body build, his breath coming in harsh pants. "That's it," he groans, his hips thrusting. "Take it all, baby." And then he's coming, his hot seed filling your mouth, down your throat. You swallow, eager to taste him, to show him you're his.

But just as he pulls out, you hear the door creak open. You freeze, your eyes snapping to the entrance. There, in the doorway, stands Matt, his eyes wide with shock. The room goes still, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace.

You're caught, a whore on her knees with Her best friend's brother's cum on her face. The look in Matt's eyes is unreadable, a mix of anger, lust, and something else—possessiveness? You don't have time to think, to react, because Chris is already packing up, tucking himself back into his pants with a smug smile.

"Well, look who's back, baby" he says, his voice cold. Matt doesn't answer, his gaze locked on you. You scramble to your feet, your heart racing.

You start to pull your shorts up, trying to cover yourself, but Matt grabs your wrist, his grip like steel. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, his voice a dark whisper. "You're not done yet."

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love, kina

[cmdrfupa]

The bathroom was warm with post shower steam, that faint scent of shower gel and shaving cream hung in the air as you swirled the brush in the tin of shaving cream.

Toji sat on the closed toilet lid, shirtless, boxers stuck to his thighs that spread in that lazy way of his, one arm draped over the sink next to him . His hair’s still damp from the shower, black strands falling messily into his eyes, and there's a flicker of amusement in his gaze as he watched you gather a bit of the shaving foam on the brush.

"You sure you know what you're doin', sweetheart?" he drawled, voice a gravelly hum that settles deep in your chest.

"I've watched you enough times, haven’t I?" you retort, tapping off the excess cream. "Besides, you promised I could because you wouldn’t let me hold it while you pee. If I nick you, that's on you."

He chuckled softly, a rare sound that always filled your heart, and tilted his head back just a little, offering the strong line of his jaw shadowed with rough stubble. “Mkay. Apply a nice even layer to cover all the stubble. Circular motions.”

And you did. You guided the brush, the lather spreading over the dark stubble dusting his jaw. Soft circles that had Toji’s eyes slipping half closed.

You swept a few more gentle circles near his Adam’s apple before sitting the brush down.

You looked over at the straight razor then let your eyes move over to Toji.

“You really trust me with a blade to your throat?” You murmured, voice losing its bravado as he picked the blade up.

Toji's lips curved at the corners. "Trust you more than I trust myself."

The weight of those words hangs between you for a beat too long before you clear your throat and nod. “Okay.”

“Alright.” Toji flipped the razor open. “You’re going to hold the razor with your first finger on the shoulder of the razor and your thumb just outside the heel. Make sure the first three fingers rest on the tang.” He gently took hold of your dominant hand and placed your fingers appropriately.

“Keep the handle pointed up and place your little finger between the tail and the handle just like this. Feel good.”

You loosely gripped the razor before adjusting it for your comfort, feeling the cool steel on your finger joints. “Mhm.”

“Perfect. Now. Come closer so we can begin.”

“Toji, if I fuck your face up-“

He chuckled pulling you closer by your waist, the pads of his calloused fingers rubbing at your plush hips. “Then I’ll be glad it was you who did it. Breathe, peach. I’m guidin’ you.”

With a deep, albeit shaky breath, you smiled and took a step closer as he tilted his head up again.

“Now softly pull my skin upward on the cheek you want to start with,” he murmurs, voice a low rumble, chin up to expose the sharp angle of his jaw.

Your thumb lightly pulled up, creating a smooth shaving surface. “K. Skin pulled.”

“Now don't press too hard — let the weight of the razor do the work. Shave with the grain.”

Easy enough.

You held the razor at a thirty degree angle. Your other hand steadied his face, thumb brushing along his cheekbone, and you felt the slight shift of his jaw as he smirked.

Hands stayed steady, drawing the blade slowly along his jawline, the quiet scrape of the razor filling the space between you.

Toji reached up, running his fingers over the smooth surface and raised his brows. “You got that really close on a first go.”

Squinting, you raised your own, “That’s good, right?”

“Very good. Now, keep going. You’ll be done in no time.”

His stubble fell away in neat lines, revealing the smooth skin beneath, and you caught yourself lingering — fingertips grazing his cheek, tracing the corner of his mouth after you wiped his face clean.

He reached and ran the cold water, rinsing his face, splashing small amounts until it was free of shaving foam and was soaked.

Toji's eyes fluttered shut for a moment at your touch as you patted his face dry.

Lips parting just a little, the soft look so tender it could knock the breath right out of you.

“You're good at this,” he says softly, almost like it's a confession.

“You're just saying that so I finish the job.”

He chuckles, the sound reverberating through the small space, but there's a weight to the way he's watching you — like this simple act, the trust it requires, means more than either of you can put into words.

“Nah,” Toji finally says, voice rough. “Just like having your hands on me.”

Your heart stumbled over itself, and for a moment, the razor in your hand felt like the most delicate thing in the world — second only to the man in front of you.

“Now. Let’s do skin care. Your face is gonna feel amazing with a little snail mucin.”

His lips twitched. “Snail what?”

[cherrygirlfriend]

DANCING IN THE RAIN 🌧️

🌧️ pairing: husband!spencer x lovely wife!reader

🌧️ summary: lazy rainy days with spencer, reader & penny.

🌧️ warnings / tags: fluff, cozy vibes! WC: 1.3k

🌧️ author's note: i woke up this morning to the sound of rain and as someone who loves rainy days... i couldn't help but write how my favorite fic family would spend their rainy days <3

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST 🌧️

when your eyes fluttered open, you could hear the distinct sound of waterdrops hitting the roof of your home, unable to stop thinking of how wet and cold the world outside the walls must be compared to how warm and comfortable you felt in that moment; your lover's arm around you, being tucked into spencer's warm chest, feeling his soft breaths on the back of your neck... you smiled, unable to help yourself from leaning further into his touch.

but when it came time to leave the reverie that existed in your shared bed, you sat up and looked back at the curly-haired man, his face calm, a sight that was so unusual to see when your husband was sleeping. you pushed back some of his hair and pressed a kiss onto his hairline, before slipping a pair of slippers into your feet and padding into the kitchen.

as the coffee maker gurgled and ground in the other room, you sat on the couch with a book in your hand, a small figure appeared in the doorway, penny rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a hand that still held onto her favorite stuffed bunny. you smiled softly, patting the spot next to you on the couch, the girl sleepily walking there. "toons..." penny mumbled quietly, making you chuckle softly. you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, before turning on the television and putting on the channel you knew showed children's cartoons.

by the time another figure appeared in the doorway, you had a cup of coffee in your hand and penny had a plate with a few crustless turkey-and-cheese sandwiches along with apple slices you'd cut up and peeled for her (just like her father, she had a deep dislike for crusts and peels in food). and after disappearing into the kitchen for a moment, spencer came into the living room, sitting down on penny's other side, now with his TARDIS-mug in hand.

"we're watching octonauts again?" he asked, looking to your daughter who simply nodded and bit into another apple slice. even though spencer was a self-proclaimed technophobe, there was one thing about technology that he did like, and that was watching cartoons with your daughter (his favorite being ask the storybots). you smiled as you looked to spencer, stretching your arm over the back of the couch so you could card your fingers through his hair, a pleased hum leaving his lips.

a few hours later, the rain had died down a bit, your fingers intertwined with spencer's as you watched penny skip, jumping over small puddles of water in her pink, strawberry-patterned rain boots, giggling each time it splashed around. "penny, be careful!" spencer called out, only for the little girl to continue splashing around in glee, ignoring her father's warnings. instead of backing up your husband, you decided to play devil's advocate.

you let go of your husband's hand and rushed to another puddle, penny's face lighting up when you jumped and splashed the water around, spencer watching in feigned exasperation.

once you got to the playground, penny made a beeline to the swingset, eagerly climbing onto one of the swings, "mama, push!" she shouted, making you laugh as her short legs tried to pick up speed on their own. you let go of spencer's hand, smiling back at him before making your way to your daughter, "you wanna be a little speedster, do you?"

later on in the evening, the scent of apple pie drifted through your home after you and penny had spent the past few hours baking while spencer was working on dinner, the three of you sitting at the dining table with bowls of soup and self-made buns in front of each of you. you and spencer had cups of tea, while penny had a mug of tea that was more milk and honey than any of the actual tea.

"this is sooo good!" penny slurps some of her soup and smiles up at her father, "you're a good cook, daddy." "what, is my cooking not good enough?" you asked her with feigned offense. she gave you a toothy, teasing grin, "daddy's soup is better."

"i cook for you all day and you say your father soup is better than mine?" you gasp dramatically, making penny giggle, "sorry!" your daughter takes a bite out of the bun, "but our baking is better than his cooking!" she says, mouth full. "penny, don't speak with your mouth full." spencer chimed in, ruffling the girl's curls, a small pout forming on her face.

once dinner was done with, you sat on the couch with a book in your hand, although you couldn't really bring yourself to care about the book, not when your husband teaching your daughter was such an adorable view.

you should've expected for penny to end up being a smart child when you found out you were pregnant, but what you hadn't expected for spencer to be teaching her things like korean or advanced science when she was in kindergarten.

if penny would've ever expressed to you that she was having difficulties with learning some of the things spencer wanted to teach her, you would've asked him to ease up on her, and you knew he would've; he never wanted to pressure penny to be or do anything she didn't want to. but penny had the same glimmer in her eyes that your husband got whenever he learned something new. in a few years she'd probably know more about the world than you did.

"she had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of the march hare: she thought it must be the right house, because the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur. it was so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the left-hand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high, even then she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself, “ suppose it should be raving mad after all! i almost wish i'd gone to see the hatter instead!"

as penny laid in bed, you closed the storybook and set it aside, your daughter already starting to let out soft snores. you let out a breath of a chuckle, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead. "goodnight, penny in wonderland." you murmured against her soft skin, before pulling away.

you made your way to the bedroom you and spencer shared, your husband already flipping through the pages of a book at record time. you chuckled softly as you lifted up the covers and slid into bed next to him, still hearing the soft patter of rain against the roof. you smiled softly, grabbing the book from spencer's hands and closing it, placing it onto your nightstand.

spencer gave you a feigned pout, along with a 'hey!' you chuckled softly, shutting spencer up by bringing your lips to his, the man getting lost in the kiss, until you finally pulled away, "you know," you begun, tugging a loose, brown curl behind his ear, "i wanna spend every day with you. no matter what weather. but especially rainy days like this."

"how come?"

"because i love rainy days." you brought your hand to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up his bare, warm chest, "and i love you even more."

[plaguespacebird]

☁︎ Working with your co-star Jenna leads to the most beautiful night of your life...

(smutish)

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As exciting as filming had been, you couldn't deny how happy you were to finally reach the last couple months. Everything about the production was incredible, especially the part were you work with your celebrity crush. Jenna was every bit the radiant person you had fallen for. Part of you had hoped you'd get over it upon meeting her but it was the exact opposite. You couldn't get enough of her.

For better or for worse, you two had ended up in similar leading roles and this film sparked a lot of buzz. Magazines propping up fake rivalries and twitter in its overzealous nature, had flown with the accusations with every possible take until it had made it's way back home. Now you two were instructed to play good friends and stick close to each other.

Pretending like you weren't the least bit concern over the direction this had taken should've won you an Oscar. You went straight back to your trailer that day and beamed like flower seeing the sun after a long, treacherous night. Actually, that was the perfect analogy; Jenna is the sun and you are a flower who desperately needs her far more than what she'll ever know.

You walked the halls of the studio, filming had just finished for you today and your co-star, Evelyn, had kept you company.

"So then, I freaked out, that roach was so huge- I like- ugh," Her face contoured with a series of disgusted and exasperated faces, as her hands flew in pointless directions. You laugh at her plight, bringing a hand on her shoulder, you stop.

"Seriously! It was so embarrassing, I totally thought I bombed the audition. Hey! Stop laughing!"

Evelyn pokes your side, sparking a jolt down your body. You pause, hands instinctively in defense mode. "Okay, okay, my bad!"

She eyes you playfully, having caught on to your little secret but before she can continue, a voice snaps both your attention's away.

"Hey,"

The angelic calling of your very sun reaches your ears, you feel your heart pick up in natural response. If you really were a flower, you imagine this is where you'd start photosynthesizing, greedily soaking up every sun beam you possibly could.

"Hey, what's up?"

A knowing smile graces Evelyn's face, the change in your voice was so obvious to her. She briefly wonders if you knew your inflection was so telling when Jenna was around.

"Oh, I forgot I left my lip gloss back there. See you tonight!"

And like that, Evelyn leaves. You would've pondered about her seemingly clear lie but when Jenna was around, all gears shifted to her. She had her regular clothes on, a blue long sleeve with ribbed details and a pair of jeans. She looked so lovely, so perfect, and her hair was so-

Jenna's eyes follow Evelyn's retreating form, before looking back at you. "Are you two dating?"

Like a splash of cold water after waking up, your sun halts all thoughts. You blink, rising your eyebrows, "No, we really are just friends."

However small of a question that might have been for her, she unknowingly just lit the entire house of your delusions on fire.

'Why do you care? Are you interested? I am. I swear I'm available. Why did I answer like that? Did I give myself away? Should've just said I like you at that point.'

There it was, like a dash in a racing game, your heart catapulted threatening to leave your body entirely.

She hums, eyeing you down like she could see if you were lying. Maybe she could see all the inappropriate thoughts you had about her or all the daydreams of holding her as a lover would. She might even stumble upon the library of paintings and poems you had made for her. Or maybe she caught on to the idiot mess she could make you. Either way, you hoped you didn't look anywhere near as panicked as you were. Crap, did you wait to long to say something?

She shrugs, "I'm just making sure you don't forget to arrive at 7 and not 8. They want cast photos before actually going to the invite."

You nod. Of course you knew, it was stressed out all week. And even though it had been 8 months since filming and being around Jenna, you still planned at least three outfits before picking one. You were not above changing or overthinking clothes in hopes she would like you. Was that bad?

"Right, of course 7pm it is. You bringing someone?"

You froze. Where did that confidence come from? The thumping in your chest now being the only thing you could feel, hear, and swore you could see.

She smiles, raising an eyebrow.

Where you seeing things? Granted, your vision was clouded in the softest shade of pink that perfectly highlighted every feature of her existence but...

"Maybe, I don't know yet. You?"

You shake your head, returning her smile, still trying to compose yourself.

She hums again, you love her sounds, her words, her face, everything actually.

"We'll have to do interviews right after the photo-shoot. So, don't bring someone clingy."

You hadn't realized you weren't blinking, until you followed her out of sight. She had left as if you weren't beaming at the thought of having scheduling time together; now and for the entire press run. As if she hadn't just added a mountain of delusions to get you by, she walked away.

You sighed. Bringing your hands to your face, biting your check to hide your overwhelming joy.

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After what felt like hours and yet also minutes, you finally reach the illusive event at, "...6:50 exact."

Ten minutes so that you wouldn't try to escape the choices you made tonight. The choices being the provocative dress you had gone back and forth between choosing for the evening. Your stylist had rolled her eyes, watching you pace around the room in a bathrobe asking pointless questions, 'Does it suit me? What if they think I'm trying too hard? Should I go for the other? But I love the color on this one...'

Whatever. What's done is done. Now you just need to act like you have all your puzzle pieces together and perform. You step into the studio, recognizing dolled up co-stars and trying not look too obvious in your search for a certain someone. You feel a tap on your shoulder, your swivel on your heels instantly.

"You look so hot," Not-Jenna dampens your hopes. You smile regardless, "Thank you, Evelyn! You look really great too!"

She made debuting from model to actress look easy. Tall, slender, kind and of course attractive. Nothing on Jenna though. Respectfully. Speaking of, where was she?

A small commotion turns your attention around, a gathering of people had crowded around the jewel of your life- Jenna Ortega. She looked radiant, glowing, anyone around her could see the appeal. Her smile was effortless, the lights bounced around her in such a fascinating way, you were drawn to her. Plant to sun. Moth to light. Stars to sky. Moon to night. She only consumed your entire world.

Your heart stops when her eyes meet yours across the room. Breathtaking. A small look of realization glosses her eyes before looking away.

You tilt your head, mesmerized.

A pinch rips through your body as you look for the source. A sour look morphs your features as Evelyn shakes her head. "Talk to her instead of staring. She probably has enough of that."

She was right. You didn't want to be another groupie to her, you wanted her to see you. You'd never know if you didn't put yourself in her radar...

She was a vice you had to break through, rip her away or completely indulge in. A flower with too much exposure can overwhelm it and kill it. Maybe you were an idiot. 'At least I'd die a happy one.'

You walk over, the slit in your dress exposing lace clad leg with every movement. Eyes danced to see you, acknowledging, scrutinizing, admiring, maybe all at once. People move slightly, inviting you to bask in the sun rays you crave the most. You look at her for seconds too long, your sure they notice but the fact is irrelevant. Her warmth soothes you, you start,

"Hi, everyone! Love seeing you all dressed up!"

They laugh, the conversation flows and questions get asked about something or another but every time it reaches her you selfishly take her in. Your eyes linger on her features, you take your time memorizing her like a poet falling in love with life. Like every detail had to be in-scripted on your skin in order to go on. You wonder if you were being clear enough.

Jenna had noticed. She was sure everyone did. Looks that invited hidden conversations were not hard to miss, it only takes one sultry up'n'down look to ask. No, she didn't imagine it, not when you looked so fixated on her, like she was the pinnacle of art and had spoken words of epiphanies to you. She's thankful for her foundation, your attention had surprisingly sparked a girlish reaction from her.

Even as the phootshoot starts and a team works quickly to poise and correct, her thoughts keep coming back to you. At some point you're posed together, the two leads of the film, close enough she can smell your perfume and let herself relax.

It doesn't help that the photographers are intentionally making you lessen your personal space. Hands on each others shoulders, waist, leaning on one another...

"Come on Jenna, I won't fall if you lean all the way."

She laughs, trying to keep her nerves from seeping out of her voice. She's done this millions of times before, but her heart races when you touch her so casually. When you're laughing and being so carefree like you weren't practically eye fucking her earlier.

"Okay, I'll hold you to that!"

So she does. Leans her head onto the valley of your shoulder, your perfume is stronger here. Her hands reach to hold your biceps, toned. She thinks, as though she hadn't ever indulged in looking at your bare arms during scenes. The cut of you dress allows the softness of your mounds to peek through, she tries not to think of how close her face is.

"See," you whisper above her head, "Wasn't so bad, right?"

She hums, suppressing the shiver your voice caused. You were warm. Truthfully her intentions were only to flirt with you tonight, maybe keep you around for intsa pictures, but your lingering gaze had invited a different attention. How far would she go tonight?

There was only so much she had gathered from you after working together and it wasn't enough to quell her thoughts. Thoughts she shouldn't be having about a co-star but she was too lonely at night to stop her from thinking of you. But if your attention made her feel nice, surely there were others?

Jenna walks as she talks to you, voice loud enough to understand even in the whirlwind of spotlights and cameras. The fluttering of your heartbeat was still there but it went down easier and lighter like butterflies. Basking in your efforts, combined with the glamour, and Jenna's constant presence made you secure. This was your element, you were made to be seen.

"Please, tell us what it meant working with each other in this film?"

Jenna's hand lands on your arm, signaling her lead, "I had an incredible time learning from her," she gives out an airy laugh. Her perfume had circled you, her warmth soothing and her voice angelic. Still, you continued to entertain, "That's too kind, Jenna has so much skill and precision. It was a a wonderful time..."

You look at Jenna, her make up was so nicely made around her eyes it completely locked you in. A siren's eyes. Dangerously beautiful with all the potential to suck you in if you weren't careful. "Aww," Jenna leans in, her hand encircling your arm, "She's so sweet."

The interviews come and go, Jenna- wonderfully, does not leave your side. You were certain her perfume was more prevalent on you than your own. Even when you step away slightly, entertaining guests and other members of your project, Jenna's presence lingers. Her hands find placement on you until you take the initiative and link arms.

"You smell nice."

Jenna doesn't glance your way but continues walking with you towards the showing room, the last leg of the night had approached. The room inside bumbling with more people to greet and take pictures with. She stops walking, a few feet away from the entrance, your arms still linked. She turns her head slightly, finally looking at you, "You like it?"

You nod, "It suits you," You had allowed your eyes to generously take her features in at every opportunity, now she levels with you, "What else?"

You swallow, smiling a teasing and telling smile. You look away from her, eyeing the show room on your right. You look at the floor, "Your platform heels are amazing," She watches your eyes trail over her exposed leg, her breath hitches.

"I like the slit on your dress, we kinda match.."

Her arm was still loosely linked to yours, allowing you to see her more of her. "Kinda,"

Longing eyes trace her hips and climb upwards, continuing, "The bodice of your dress hugs you nicely and your neckline," Jenna's tongue lingers over her teeth, hanging to every word.

"... is so delicate," Your eyes fixed on each other with a silent ripple finally overflowing your yearn.

She's silent as she pulls you in, guiding you away from the loud noise, you let her. Looking around, you're glad the few people left are too busy to notice the leading stars walking away. The frame of your night was changing, Jenna leading you to a much more secluded area, the first you've seen all night. The safety of the moonlit corner allowing for a private moment that felt intimate and not the least bit casual. You had seen a catalogue of emotions grace her features since working together but this one was different. You'd guess you probably looked at her similarity earlier and nothing could've prepared you for such a turn out.

The glamour of the night is still there, or rather here, slowly backing onto the wall. With Jenna looking as attractive as she's always been, the moonlight favoring her in similar awe. A sultry smile graces her painted lips, eyes still locked on yours, tauntingly raising a finger, gesturing you forward.

Her gesture falls straight down to your core, calling you to her circle. You walk forward, watching her sensual smile and inviting eyes. Once your close enough, Jenna traces the fabric of your dress, the shape of your figure, her eyes sink everything in, "You haven't been subtle all night, miss co star."

She looks at you, hand resting just below your breast. You smile, humming before giving her an answer, "I'm glad you had time to notice, very observant."

You bring your arms forward, pushing your hair back and exposing more skin to her wandering eyes. The actions emboldens her as she gently traces your collarbones, down to the plunging neckline on your chest. You let her do as she pleases, waiting with bated breath. "Who didn't?"

Her arms encircle your neck, flushing your bodies together, she wastes no time before pressing her lips on yours. You do everything in you not straight-up moan, and quickly reciprocate her embrace. The kiss is hot, messy and she is promptly letting you know how worked up she was. For all her unbothered glaces and causal touches, she was a lot more eager than what she had let on. Her tongue pokes through and explores your mouth, unable to hold off any more, you moan. Squeezing her waist and kissing her deeper. She pulls back just as quickly as she had initiated the kiss, letting you chase her slightly before pulling back.

"Not bad," seductive wisps reach your ears, "You're kinda needy though..."

She gives a breathy giggle, teasing. You feign an offended gasp, low whispers even with no one around earshot.

"Remind me again how we got here?"

Her gaze was making your knees weak, though, she didn't need to know that. Needy was only the surface.

"Someone had been eye-fucking me all night,"

A small, pleased, sigh escapes your lips, her beautiful eyes making your whole world, "I sure was..."

Just as you leaned down to kiss her once more, her hand halts you. Her eyes suddenly holding a grain of seriousness, "You're not using me to cheat, right?"

Jenna seems to carry enough water and not just sun ray's to keep you well nourished. "No," you laugh, abrupt and empty. Shaking your head in confusion, "Why do you insist on such?"

She stares at you, eyes darting, looking for her own answers but all she receives is your genuine look of amusement.

"You look like you have lovers..."

You eyes widen. Your mouth falls open. Shaking your head at her apologetic look, she chuckles, bringing you closer once more. "I can't believe you think I get around like that!"

Light, airy, and still shocked at her reveal your hold on her waist moves her closer. You press her to you, gently moving her hair from her neck before murmuring in her ear,

"We can be lovers tonight, if you'd like."

Jenna drops her head on your shoulder, hiding her smile. A part of you still has time to hope she likes your perfume, your dress, your figure, heck- even your voice. You wait for rejection but she keeps her arms around you instead. Your world stills, waiting for her. Waiting for anything she'll give you.

Finally, after long thought, Jenna looks at you, taking in your pretty eyes, "Let's fuck like lovers."

An airless gasp leaves you, a brew of desire lightens what had been steeping all night and the drive to the hotel room wasn't far.

Your hands were attached the entire time until you stumbled straight to her room. The kissing resumes instantly, this time, you take the lead. Just like you proposed, you start gently, soaking every trace of her figure and imprinting it to memory. As eager as you were to look for her tells and likes, you slowly guide her to bed. You break the kiss, kissing the corner of her mouth and the top of her hands.

"You're pretty committed," Jenna muses as she watches you kneel and carefully begin to unclasp her platform heels. It's too early to say but having you kneeled before her in such a dress might be her new favorite view.

"I can do more," you grab her bare foot, while looking straight into her eyes, you kiss her ankle.

Her eyes follow every action you make, the way you worship her with every kiss, every caress to her skin, your eyes following her exclusively. There is no one but her in your refection and she's sure your entire existence is solely for her in that moment. Her chest had began to tell on her sharp breathes, heaving with excitement that had been brewing for so long finally being allowed to flourish. She sits with anticipation, following you just as closely as you are, waiting. The warm lamp light illuminates half your kneeled figure. It dips with your curves and exposes the skin under your tights. Did she tell you know nice you looked? She couldn't remember, but she certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to show you. She swallows the lump in her throat, "You look so pretty like this,"

Your head gently leans to one side as you look up at her, pretty doe eyes transfixed. A knowing smile graces your features, you taunt, "Kissing you or did you mean on my knees?"

Slightly, you lean forward placing your weight on your hands. The slit of your dress stopped just shy underneath your hipbone and allowed Jenna to take an ample view.

"How scandalous of you.." Jenna trials off, hungrily taking in the sight.

"You know," you start, still on all fours and kissing upwards her leg. "If you were a guy, this is were I'd start sucking you off..."

You raise you eyebrows, amused at your own behavior. Jenna momentarily stops looking at the curve of your ass to look straight at you. "You can suck something else."

You smile, unafraid of hiding in your performance. This was about to be the best night of your life and you couldn't wait to chase the crashing relief in her arms.

Boldly, Jenna rests her leg on your shoulder leaning her weight on her hands behind her. There'd be time to relax and lay on the silky sheets, right now, she wanted to watch.

With the reigns effectively out of your hands, you lean further into the swell of her thighs. You kiss and bite her gently, she was your lover for the night after all, but Jenna had other plans. A soft, unexpected pressure sits on top of your head. She let's you look up,

"Harder."

You hum, shaking your head, "Lovers are gentle, sweet,"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to fucked by her like a cat in heat but you had already promised soft. Jenna doesn't take her hand away from your head, instead begins to cradle the side of your face. You lean in, eager to please her.

"Lovers do what the other wants, right?" Whispers that beckon you closer.

"That's dangerous," Too close and you'll come out with burns.

"And you're not running," Maybe, only, straight to you. You might be the idiot that flew too close to the sun but at least you'll have the taste of sun rays on your tongue.

The high rise hotel she invited you back to casts the perfect backsplash for your marvelous encounter. All giddy and high off her already, you feel the heat of your core seeping out. Or perhaps it always out of your control- she was the sun after all. Is it not natural to burn with heat the longer you bask in her?

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You wake up first, the moon light had peeked inside her room too loudly. Blinking away the sleep in your eyes, you focus on the woman next to you. Her make-up had smudged on the pillows and on her face but all you could see was beauty. She's really next to you. You actually slept with her! To think you weren't imagining the banter, the innuendos, her touches or all the flirting. But it was only for one night. Your smile morphs into a smaller one, crestfallen that this was it but still grateful it happened.

Before you could linger on her exposed shoulders, you bring the blankets to her chin. 'I should go...'

Careful and slowly, you reach to pull the blankets off of you. The cold night instantly sparks you alert but you remain cautious and continue moving methodically. Once on solid ground, you look back, already reminiscing on the dream of night you had. Reaching for your clothes closest to you, but a muffled sleepy whine pulls you back to her.

"Noo stay, I'll get cold..."

Her hand had found yours again and well that was that.

Laying back down, Jenna invites you back into the warmth of the thick blankets. She's quick to cuddle into you, face squished into your chest. Unlike you, trying to push away the implications of staying over, your arms hoover above her for a bit before finally resting on her. You feel her breath even out once more, steadily winding down again except this time, it all feels more intimate. You try to ignore the outline of her body pressed so closely to you before your heartbeat makes her change her mind.

The night leaves to quickly and this time the sunlight had coaxed Jenna awake first. She had slept so comfortably she had woken up relaxed. Her eyes lazily look up to her co-star, you, still asleep even after trying to escape last night. After giving her a blissful rest, how dare you? Honestly.

It's not enough for Jenna's eyes to follow your features, her fingers start to lightly trace your nose, your cheeks, your lips... Her mind replays her words from last night.

"Let's fuck like lovers"

It was so much more exciting than what she originally imagined it be. You were so raw, so desperate to please her and it brushed her in all the right ways. The sultry and loving whispers left her so excited, so eager to have your attention. She hums, lips pressing against each other, mind beginning to send sensations through her body.

The teasing way you would slip your fingers in and out, the way you chuckled in her ear at her pleas and the sounds you made when she started eating you. Her body was shivering with memories, her excitement taking over, she needed more.

Not-so carefully, Jenna moves on top of you straddling your hips. Your body had began to respond slowly, as the light pecks hit your face in tiny sensations. "Hm,"

"Good morning," You hated the way you smiled so quickly. Gosh, you didn't want her to think you were desperate, especially after last night. "Mornin'.."

Your eyes adjusted to the lovely sight in front of you, Jenna. Her hair slightly tickling you as she moved to kiss down your neck. A few laughs leave you, to excited to touch her again your hands are unable to find placement on her body. You soothe her lightly, giving her all the freedom to do with you as she wished.

"Ah! Hey!"

Her marks from the previous activities still fresh, but it doesn't stop her from sinking her teeth for another bite. The startling action causing you to squeeze her hips, accidentally pushing her down. You hadn't mean to be so bold, she's literally on top of you what are you on about, but she responds enthusiastically. Grinding her bare hips onto yours and continuing to make paintings on your neck.

"Aha, Jenna," your breath quickens, hands steeling themselves on her as she continues to build off her high on you. Closing your eyes, you relish her warmth, the prickly cold of the morning had vanished, she smelled so wonderful and wanted you again. Gosh, this was everything.

"Jennaa.."

She looks up, briefly, and you swear your heart dies. Those mischievous eyes were gleaming again, framed by the ruined eyeliner you caused, telling you unspoken thoughts. Your hand reaches the back of her neck and lead her to kiss your lips instead. So hungry and wanting but your kisses are slower, as if testing how far she was willing to go. The tip of her tongue holds the answers to your questions and leads them as far into your mouth as she can reach.

That's all you need.

With you hand still cradling her neck and the other now wrapped around her waist, you flip her over never once disconnecting her invitation. Quickly, she settles into her new position by wrapping herself around you no need to ask for more. Who are you to deny her?

The sunlight drapes your bare forms as you tussle in the sheets of her hotel room, witnessing the entanglement of two stars seeking each others warmth. Jenna's laughs and moans fuel your own fire, somehow emitting an equally salacious desire to drown her in your love. It's not like the sun could be wash away so easily, she was made to handle a lot of desire. After all, she would only be taking responsibility of her heat inducing sun rays...

[sturnioz]

i imagine the first kiss between fratboy!chris and shy!reader was her sitting beside chris who’s counting cash and she’s just admiring him when she felt a sudden need to feel his lips and without thinking twice her body acted on it leaning in and giving him a soft and small kiss to his lips but then she realises what she did her cheeks turning red panic filled her and she quickly jumped up from the couch and ran out of the room meanwhile chris is there like “ what… “ his mouth open from shock.

I can’t write to save my life but i tried explaining the scene in my head as best as i can lmao

oh my god not me just only realising that fratboy!chris and shy!reader haven't kissed yet lol. also i changed the req up just a bit to match their dynamic..

you're sitting on the couch with your knees tucked to your chest, resting your chin on top of them, absently twisting a loose thread on your fluffy socks. chris sits next to you, leaning forward, posture rigid with his elbows digging into his thighs. his jaw is set, and his eyebrows are pulled together in concentration as he counts the crumpled dollar bills in his hand.

you can't help but watch his facial expressions — how his tongue pokes out slightly in concentration. how he mutters numbers under his breath, tone low and rough, followed by the occasional sniff as he rubs the bridge of his nose before he places the stack down on the coffee table and counting another.

there's always that tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see him in his element, and your cheeks burn when you hear him sharply curse under his breath, making snide comments about how he's been underpaid by a buyer. he throws the money onto the table with a scoff, shaking his head, his tongue prodding against his cheek.

his eyes flit to you for a moment, and his eyebrow raises in a challenging way as he bluntly asks, "what? what you starin' at? y'makin' me all jittery, kid. stop it."

"m'just watching..." you mumble softly, a frown tugging at your lips. your gaze drops to your finger, still wrapped around the cotton thread on your sock, before you look back at him. "who... who underpaid you?"

"some dumb blonde from last night. s'got nothin' to do with you anyway, yeah? don't worry about it. go... go watch the tv or somethin'..." chris turns his head back to the money, muttering under his breath. "fuckin' begged me to put this on 'n you're not even watchin' it."

you make a noise under your breath, a small huff, and you turn your head to look at the tv screen. but the moment you do, you find your gaze drifting back to him.

you continue staring at him, more closely than before, feeling those little thoughts swirl around in your mind. you wonder what it would be like to casually thread your fingers through his tousled hair without having it between your thighs. you wondered what it would be like sliding up next to him, clinging to his arm without any reason, feeling him pressed against your side. the thoughts send a flutter through you, a mix of longing and shyness.

but then there's the thought that makes you heart race the most; what it would feel like to actually kiss him. it takes your breath away a little, and you wonder if he would ever want to do something like that with you — even if he does everything else.

for the first time in your life, you decide to push yourself beyond your comfort zone. you take a deep breath, feeling your heart race as you move closer to him, your plush lips puckered and ready to meet his. but just as you lean in, you're startled when chris jolts back, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"what the fuck are you doin'?" his bluntness and harsh tone hit you like a cold splash of water, sending you reeling back into the couch cushions. your face grows hot, the heat creeping up your neck uncomfortable as you retreat, a pout forming on your lips. "you... you tryin' to kiss me, kid?"

you're so embarrassed, and you'd be more than happy if the couch opened up and swallowed you whole. you can't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes anymore, your fingers nervously tugging at the sleeves of his oversized sweater that you're wearing, feeling the tears of humiliation well up in your eyes.

chris stares at you, analysing your facial expression. then, with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and a scoff, he reaches out, gripping your cheeks between his fingers. he pulls you forward, closing the space between you with one swift motion as he slots his lips to yours in a kiss that's anything but gentle.

your eyes are wide in shock, stunned by the unexpected movement. you're lost in the moment, your thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind as chris' mouth moves against yours, firm and demanding. but as quickly as it began, he pulls away, pushing your head back slightly.

"fuckin' happy now?" he asks, shaking his head at your stunned expression. "jesus, kid. always fuckin' poutin' to get what you want... pisses me off."

© STURNIOZ

[colonelkaboom]

COOLING TOUCHES

❥ First time wearing his clothes

Xavier ll Rafayel ll Sylus ll Caleb

✎ AN: Just a cute-ish afternoon with Zayne where he takes care of you after a long day. Reader is referred to as MC.  Word count: 1.9 k Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee these are 100% compatible with the story and lore, I don’t have all cards and my memory only stretches so far.

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The summer sun was scorching hot, even as it was slowly starting to set. You and Tara had spent the afternoon and early evening hanging out in the park chatting and swimming in the lake. It was great, but you were both ready to get out of the sun and take a nap. You said your goodbyes and Tara had walked off in the opposite direction. 

Loud laughters and the splash of water catches your attention. Kids having a water balloon fight on a patch of grass next to the sidewalk. You smile at the pure joy radiating from their faces, thinking back to having water balloon fights with Zayne and Caleb when you were kids. They always let you win and seemed to have an agreement to only fight for second place. And fight they did. 

Your mind wandered back to the young boys that made your childhood and you seemed to have longed for it so strongly that you somehow summoned one of them to appear before you. Dressed in his usual all black attire, even on a day like this one. Matching black sunglasses resting on his nose. 

“Zayne, hi!” You smile as you move closer to his dark figure. 

“MC, what are you doing here?” He replies in his usual monotone voice with any emotion hidden from anyone who doesn’t know him. But you know him well enough to tell that you appearing before him is a pleasant surprise. 

“I was at the park with a friend, I’m on my way home now.”

“Have you been in the sun all day? I hope you both remembered to keep hydrated?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at his question. Sometimes when he makes comments like that you can’t tell if he says it as a friend who cares for you, or as a Doctor ordering you to obey. One is slightly more palatable than the other. 

There is no time for you to come up with some sassy response as you suddenly feel the sting of plastic breaking against the skin of your chest and cold water gushing out over your sundress. Some of it splashes onto Zayne, but you definitely took the brunt of it. Your chest rises and falls quickly to the sudden shock of the cold water.

“We’re so sorry Miss, it was an accident!” A young boy runs over to you with a shameful look on his face. 

“It’s OK, accidents happen.” You give him the most convincing smile you can muster as you watch the child scramble back to his friends seemingly forgetting about you. 

“I should talk to them, such carelessness.” Zayne declares, frustration clear in his tone. He turns his body toward the children but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Don’t, he didn’t mean to. I’m fine. We were all kids once, or, at least most of us were but if my memory serves me right you were practically an adult before you turned twelve.” You smirk up at him as his gaze returns to you.

“Don’t mock, it’s rude.” He gives you a stern look, but the little smile hiding on his lips does not go unnoticed.

“Besides, I had to be an adult in order to keep the unruly children in the neighbourhood in line.”

“Are you referring to me and Caleb?” You laugh. His expression seemed to have a less than positive reaction to the sound of his former best friend's name. It saddened you greatly that the two boys grew apart, and neither of them had ever wanted to admit the reason why. You just remember Zayne slowly pulling away from you and then disappearing to go to medical school in his early teens.

“You shouldn’t be out here in a wet dress with the sun setting, you’ll get cold. Why don’t you come inside and I’ll dry your dress.” He casually questioned, as if he didn’t just ask you to go home with him and strip. You bit your bottom lip, hiding a giggle as you waited for his mind to catch up to the words his mouth just uttered.

“There is no need to be so crude MC, I will of course lend you something else to wear.” You huff out a sigh of disappointment as he kept his stoic front without any hint of flusteredness. You turn on your heel and follow him down the path leading to his apartment. 

The elevator takes you to his floor and he unlocks the door allowing you access first. You walk in and take in your surroundings. It looks exactly like you pictured Zayne’s apartment. Clean, tidy, practical. The large windows facing the sunset turn the room into a marbled lightshow of orange and pink. 

Zayne has already disappeared into his bedroom and is rummaging through his closet for something you can borrow. You carefully follow him and lean on the doorframe looking into his bedroom. You make a shocking discovery, his bed has not been made! Half of it is immaculate, ofcourse, but the other half has definitely seen better days. 

Zayne emerges from the closet seemingly caught off guard by your presence. He clears his throat before moving toward you and nudging your body out of his room. A part of you felt bad for invading his personal space, but another part of you loved ruffling his feathers. If only you knew that he liked that too.

“It is certainly not the most fashionable ensemble, but I don’t think I will be able to find any alternatives that will fit you better.” He says as he hands you a stack of folded black clothing. You have no idea what he has given you and the lack of color makes the garments hard to make out in the dim light. He ushers you toward the bathroom and you hastily obey.

Whilst your eyes get used to the bright indoor lighting, you quickly slip out of your dress and unclasp your bra which had absorbed a great deal of water too. A gentle knock on the door catches your attention.

“Yes?” You question.

“If you pass me your dress I’ll get it drying right away.” His voice is slightly muffled behind the closed door, but you can hear him and you know he’s leaning right up against it. You gather your clothes in your hand, making sure your bra is in plain sight, and open the door just enough for your arm to reach through.

“Thank you!” You call out from behind the door before closing it again, returning your attention to the outfit Zayne put together for you. I wish I could see his face right now… 

The first item is a pair of gym shorts with a drawstring at the waist. You pull them on and laugh at the sight. Even with the drawstring neatly tied in a bow, they hang quite low on your hips. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and notice how red you are. Sunburned. Everywhere. A stark contrast to where the straps of your dress had protected you. Even worse was the bright red circle on your chest where the balloon had hit your already sensitive skin. It stung, quite badly. 

You reach for the next item of clothing and recognize it right away, it’s one of his iconic black shirts, like the one he’s wearing today. How many of these does he have? You carefully pull the shirt up your arms, one at a time, before gently rolling the sleeves up. You begin to button the shirt but leave a few open at the top, not to reveal anything, but to ask Dr. Zayne for something to ease the burning sensation consuming your body. 

“Um, Zayne?” Your voice is soft and uncertain as you emerge from the bathroom. In a flash he’s standing in front of you ready to give you whatever you need. 

“What is -” He starts, but after a quick glance of your bright pink skin, questions are no longer necessary. 

“You didn’t wear sunscreen?” He utters quickly before disappearing into his bedroom again.

“I did, I swear! But I guess I didn’t wear enough…” You’ve lost this time, the Doctor will defeat you in this battle as you have no valid arguments to defend yourself with.

“Here. Change. I won’t look.” He says as he pushes another item of clothing into your grasp. This one is softer and a nice pale blue color. “I’m going to find some aloe vera gel.” Zayne goes into the bathroom and nudges the door behind him so his line of sight is blocked. You turn you back to the bathroom door and switch to the soft blue v-neck. The material is much gentler on your sore body.

“You can get comfortable on the couch, I will be with you in a moment” He announces as he moves past you toward the kitchen. It’s like being at Akso Hospital awaiting your next appointment with Dr. Zayne. He’s moving with such speed and determination, you’re just sunburned, it’s not like you’re dying and he needs to prepare for emergency surgery. You do as you’re told, and sit on the couch tucking one leg up under your body whilst keeping the other firmly planted on the floor. 

Zayne returned carrying aloe vera gel, a moist towel and a large glass of water. After carefully placing it all on the coffee table he feels the skin of your neck with the back of his hand. You catch yourself leaning into his touch before his fingers disappear from your sensitive skin. Too quickly… He reaches for the towel and takes his time before positioning it around your neck, draping it gently over your shoulders. It is surprisingly cold and soothes instantly. You feel your eyes getting heavy and a headache brewing as the overexposure to the sun is finally catching up with you. 

Zayne reaches for your bag and grabs the claw clip attached to its strap. He gathers your hair to the best of his ability before flinging it into something vaguely reminiscent of a bun and secures it with the clip. He wished he could enjoy this moment more, the sight of you in his clothes was truly a mesmerizing sight. However your blatant discomfort was gnawing at him, bringing out his professional side rather than his personal one. He loved being able to care for you in this way though, rather than the regular tests and examinations at the hospital. This certainly felt more intimate. 

“Would you like me to apply the gel for you?” He offers sincerely. The suggestion catches you off guard and you can’t help but blush. Whose feathers are ruffled now? 

“Uh- N-no thanks, I got it.” You stutter whilst sitting up slightly and begin working the gel into your pulsating skin. You’re starting to feel quite embarrassed about the whole situation. You’re sitting on Zayne’s couch, burned to a crisp, wearing his clothes, rubbing aloe vera gel on yourself whilst he watches. 

“I’m sorry about this, Zayne, I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening.” 

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad we bumped into each other, otherwise you’d be on your own to deal with this. I became a Doctor for a reason, you know.”

“To help people?” You question.

“Yes, to help people…” he sighs as he adjusts the towel around your neck.

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✎ AN: Hopefully you're not as traumatised by bad sunburns as I am. At the ripe old age of (almost) 28 I have officially created my first ever Tumblr post, yikes. Fingers crossed I'm doing everything I'm supposed to and that the right people find this post. English is not my first language, so I hope you'll cut me some slack.

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[gjsatorus]

welcome home ✩

summary: you come home to satoru taking care of you

— fem reader, fluff, established relationship, there’s one suggestive joke, not proofread

note: this week has genuinely been so tiring for me i need someone like satoru rn AND chap 237 was like a slap in the face i just can’t, SPOILERS there was no signs of gojo at all and megumi is gone. like i’m hoping that gojo shows up in 238 next week 😞🤍 but what abt gumi.

tired. beyond exhausted, you unlock the front door to your house. barely being able to take your shoes off without falling face first onto the floor, but you managed. then there was a voice that made you perk up slightly, it was no other than your love, gojo satoru.

“welcome home love!” he was smiling ear to ear, giving you a kiss on your lips before leaning in to hug you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you buried your face into his neck. he notices your tired form, frowning a bit, you looked like you were ready to fall asleep on him, “toru.. so sleepy,” you mumbled out.

“i got ya, i’ll take care of you tonight sweetheart,” the white haired man chuckled feeling your grasp on him weaken due to the sleepiness. he picks you up, his arm under your legs and the other supporting your back as he walks into the bathroom. gojo places you on the sink counter while getting the bathtub filled up with water.

“toru..?” you open one eye watching him get your bath ready. “hm?” he answers before walking back to you, holding your hands in his. “can you join me please darling?” you squeeze his hands and he squeezes back in return. “of course,” the blue eyed smiles before taking off your shirt then your pants and the rest of your undergarments.

you place one foot into the bath feeling the temperature before completely sitting down in the tub. the water was warm, it smells like lavender, you were about to doze off before you feel him sit behind you. “my baby’s sleepy today hm?” gojo snickering at how fast you leaned against his chest, he grabs a bottle of shampoo and begins scrubbing your scalp with it.

“so tired toru.. been a long day,” you sigh at the feeling of his fingers massaging your head, hearing a small “mmm” from the man behind you. “how’s your day handsome?” you ask and he giggles at the nickname, “same old, same old. the higher ups wanted me to do something, but i wasn’t really that interested,” gojo explains while rinsing your hair. “you’re gonna kill them some day,” you chuckle as you closed your eyes.

it was silent, but the comfortable type of silence. you could hear the splashing of the water whenever satoru moves, he then gets the bottle of conditioner and applies it on the bottom half of your hair. “you wanna just sleep and cuddle after this, pretty?” gojo asks, spreading the body wash on your shoulders and the rest of your body as he waits for the conditioner.

“please,” you mumbled out again, feeling him rinse your body and the conditioner out of your hair. then you opened your eyes when you realize something, “how about you toru? want me to wash your hair too?” his eyes widen before softening a little, “if you want baby,” satoru grins. you turn around, facing him as you get the bottle of shampoo.

he kisses your nose once you looked back at him, you start scrubbing his scalp. “my toru’s so cute, so lucky to have you,” you say, giving him a peck on his cheek while rinsing the shampoo out of his hair thoroughly. “i’m the lucky one,” he opens his eyes and watched you spread the body wash on him just like how he did with you. “toru, i’m the lucky one,” you roll your eyes teasingly while rinsing him.

“alright we’re done,” you stood up from the bathtub and immediately started to shiver before sitting back down, the coldness did slightly wake you up. “i’ll go first and help you out sweetheart,” he began drying himself as you close your eyes. once you open them again, he was holding the towel ready for you, getting up from the tub and quickly wrapping yourself around it.

his towel was wrapped around his waist while his white hair was still wet, water droplets fall onto his skin. “like what you see?” gojo smirks catching you stare at him before walking away. changing into more comfortable pajamas, you begin blow drying your hair, feeling a pair of arms wrap around you again.

“help me please baby,” he points to his wet hair then at the blow dryer in your hands. you smile gently before drying his hair too, it was soft and smooth. after that was done, he quickly pulls you onto the bed making you yelp in surprise. your head gently pressed onto his chest, hearing his heart beat as his arms wrap around you, nuzzling closer to him.

you start feeling drowsy again at the warm feeling, “toru before i fall asleep, i love you and thank you for tonight,” you kissed the back of his hand before falling asleep. gojo looks at you with adoration, “goodnight to you too baby, love you more,” he gave your forehead a kiss and began falling asleep as well.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Heart Still Beating - 1

Character: Lloyd Hansen x Female!Reader

Summary: After the heart transplant, Lloyd, the heartless killer, started to feel something—something unexpected and powerful that was tied to the fiancé of the heart’s donor.

Words Count : 2289

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , End

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

"Ring!"

As the school bell rang, the fifth-graders hurriedly stuffed books and notebooks into their bags, eager to escape the classroom. The teacher’s voice cut through the bustle, “Luna, your father is here.”

Luna glanced up and gently corrected her, “Teacher, he’s my stepfather.”

“Oh… Hoho! My apologies,” the teacher chuckled, pointing toward the window. “Look, your stepfather’s waiting for you.”

Luna turned to see Lloyd standing under a tree, shielding himself from the sun. He stood out among the clusters of mothers and nannies; his presence was familiar yet rare, as he was one of the only male who came to pick up their child every single day.

When Luna approached, he immediately walked toward her, taking her heavy bag with ease. The teacher watched them and couldn’t help but smile, observing how Lloyd's care for Luna seemed every bit as strong as that of any father. Luna corrected everyone who assumed he was her “real” dad, yet she still called him "Dad" with affection and trust.

As they walked toward the parking lot, Luna suddenly pointed ahead. “Dad, look! That boy just threw trash on the road.”

Lloyd’s gaze sharpened, his voice calm yet firm. “Hey,” he called out, stopping the teenage boy with a single glance. “Pick it up.”

The boy froze. Usually he would ignore adults’ remarks, but something in Lloyd’s tone made him pause. Without a word, the teenager bent down, grabbed the trash, and tossed it into a nearby bin. Luna beamed up at Lloyd, pride filling her expression, and they continued toward the car.

“I need your help to buy some flowers,” Lloyd mentioned as they buckled up.

“Okay!” Luna chirped.

When they arrived at the flower shop, Lloyd’s face tightened as he noticed a man smoking outside, right under a “No Smoking” sign. His jaw set, and he grabbed a water bottle. “Wait here, sweetheart,” he said to Luna, stepping out of the car with a calm but intimidating stride. He marched over to the smoker and splashed water on the ground beside him, firmly pointing to the sign. “Smoking is prohibited here. You want to set this place on fire?”

The man shot Lloyd an indignant look but, sensing the authority and cold steel in Lloyd’s gaze, muttered something under his breath and walked away. Luna climbed out of the car, giggling as she joined Lloyd.

“You’re awesome, Dad.”

Lloyd softened, giving her a smile and ruffling her hair. “Come on, let’s pick out some flowers.”

Inside the shop, the elderly florist welcomed them warmly. She raised an eyebrow at Lloyd with a teasing smile. “What did you do this time to make your wife angry?”

“Oh, you know…” Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “This and that…”

The florist leaned down, winking at Luna. “Let’s help your dad out of his ‘this and that’ mess, shall we?”

Once they had their flowers, they headed home. But as Lloyd pulled into the driveway, he spotted a car already parked there. He cursed under his breath, “Oh no. Your mom’s home.”

“Uh-oh.” Luna’s eyes widened as she unbuckled her seatbelt, watching her dad’s nervous expression.

Lloyd handed her the bouquet. “Luna, can you give this to your mom first? Maybe… soften her up a bit?”

Luna stifled a laugh. “She’s that mad?”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, looking a little guilty.

Luna held the bouquet like a shield and marched into the house. “Mom?”

Her voice was muffled behind the large, vibrant arrangement of flowers as she carefully peeked around it, spotting you by the doorway. Your eyes softened at the sight, the colorful petals too beautiful to resist.

“Where’s is he?” you asked, hiding a smirk.

Luna pointed outside, and you stepped out to find Lloyd still in the car, glancing your way with a sheepish, almost boyish look. It was hard to believe this was the same tough, strong man you’d first met—the man whose stare could make anyone else crumble. But right now, all he could do was sit there, hoping the flowers would speak for him.

He opened the car door slowly, clearing his throat. "So… are we good?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft, only for you and Luna.

And with one look at his apologetic smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

10 Years Ago

The man fought with everything he had, but his strength was slipping, his vision blurring. Each swing felt heavier, his defenses weaker. Every breath burned, and the weight of inevitability pressed down on him like an anchor. He staggered, then felt a sharp sting in his chest.

"Shit." He muttered, his hand instinctively clutching the spot. It came back red. Blood. He knew this was it. His time was over. As the sounds around him faded, everything shifted to slow motion. His entire life flashed before him—decisions made, lives he’d taken, things he wished he could take back. Then everything went dark, sinking into a cold, quiet void.

"Beep. Beep."

Then, a distant beeping pulled him back, piercing through the silence. He cracked his eyes open, disoriented, squinting against the sterile white light above. He was in a hospital room. A nurse entered, eyes widening in shock as she saw him awake. "Call the doctor!”

Too weak to speak, he drifted back to sleep, darkness reclaiming him.

The next time he opened his eyes, someone familiar stood at his bedside: Carmichael. A hint of a smirk pulled at his friend’s lips. “Welcome back.”

Lloyd swallowed, the dryness in his throat making his voice rough. “How… am I still alive?” He looked up at the ceiling, half-expecting to be in another life, another world.

Carmichael leaned back, folding his arms. “You got a new heart.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed. “What?” He already felt that something was different—something new in his body. But he never thought he would receive a new heart.

His friend tapped his own chest. “You were dead, but the surgery was a success. You should be grateful. Thanks to the donor, you’re here.”

Lloyd’s expression hardened, a mix of confusion and guilt flickering in his eyes. “I don’t deserve this,” he murmured, an ache settling in his chest that felt deeper than physical pain. “Why did you save me?”

Carmichael’s jaw tightened, his eyes unreadable. “Wasn’t my order. Came from the boss.” He stood, hands shoved in his pockets. “Doctor said it was a miracle,” he added before he left, his tone carrying a hint of something Lloyd couldn’t place. Something hidden.

Later, the doctor entered to explain the procedure, detailing Lloyd’s new heart and the adjustments his body would need to make. “It’ll take time for your body to fully accept the heart,” he said calmly. “Some symptoms will occur; maybe some memory disturbances or strange dreams. Patients often feel… connections.”

For a few nights after waking up, he couldn’t fall back asleep. He kept having the same dream. He was on the beach, then the scene shifted to him lying on the grass. Lloyd felt as though he had said, “Luna, that’s her name.” But it wasn’t him who said it. Then someone called, “Justin.” Lloyd turned around and saw a woman hugging him.

This dream left Lloyd wide awake. He hated the feeling of longing for someone—hated it with every fiber of his being.

Lloyd’s brow furrowed, his tone skeptical. “Doctor, I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. And I’ve been dreaming. There’s a woman’s voice… calling someone—Justin.”

"That's the name of the donor." The doctor gave a reassuring nod. “It’s not uncommon. This heart once belonged to someone else, and the mind, the body… they retain memories, even echoes. But don’t worry; medically, you’re fine. The donor had no health issues, no family history of illness.”

But Lloyd’s face remained clouded, his hands instinctively reaching up to touch the long scar running down his chest. He traced it, feeling the rough ridges of the stitches that held his new life together. A heavy sadness settled over him, a strange melancholy he didn’t understand. Was it just the weight of having brushed so close to death? Or was it something else?

As he stared at himself in the mirror, the door behind him creaked open. Carmichael stepped inside, but his friend’s usually casual air felt strangely formal. Carmichael stepped aside, gesturing silently as a woman entered the room.

Lloyd’s gaze shifted to her, and his breath caught. She was visibly pregnant, her hand resting protectively over her round belly. Six months along, maybe more. Her eyes found his, and for a moment, the world seemed to still, charged with something unspoken. Lloyd’s head pounded, memories flashing—walking along a beach, a woman’s soft laughter. He winced, clutching his temples.

Carmichael cleared his throat. “Lloyd… this is the fiancée of the man who donated his heart to you.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened, his breath shallow. You're the woman from his dreams.

You held back your rage, your voice cold and controlled. “I followed my fiancé’s wish to donate his organs. I did it because I thought it was the right thing.” You swallowed, anger flashing in your eyes. “But now, seeing you, I wish I hadn’t.”

Lloyd was silent, his gaze shifting away, the weight of her words sinking in.

"I will never accept that my fiancé’s beating heart is inside trash like you." Your voice shook with anger, disbelief mixing with disgust as you took in the sight of Lloyd. It felt like a betrayal—a mockery of everything your fiancé had been. To know that his heart, once full of love and life, now kept someone like Lloyd alive was unbearable.

A silence fell over the room, thick with tension. Then, unexpectedly, something glistened on Lloyd’s cheek. He froze, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch it. “Eh?” His fingers brushed his cheek, and he realized, almost in disbelief—he was crying. He never cried. This must be because of his heart—Justin’s heart. The memory of its previous owner was longing for you.

The realization left you and Carmichael momentarily stunned, watching as Lloyd blinked, trying to process this foreign feeling.

Clearing his throat, Lloyd quickly wiped his tears, standing taller, his voice firm. “I’m grateful for the heart,” he said, his tone defiant as he met your gaze. “But this is mine now. You can’t do anything about it.”

You scoffed, cold and unyielding. What else could you expect from someone like him? Turning sharply, you stormed out, unwilling to let him see anything but contempt in your eyes.

Lloyd’s hand moved to his chest as he watched you leave, his fingers resting over the steady beat beneath his ribs. It felt… precious. But why? Why him? Why had he been the one to receive this heart, to be pulled back from the edge?

“Just take it, Lloyd,” Carmichael said, breaking the silence. “Get better. We need you back.” And with that, he too left the room, leaving Lloyd alone with questions he didn’t know how to answer.

One week later, Lloyd returned to his old work, to the life he knew. His hands were still skilled, his instincts as sharp as ever. But something was different. Each time he went for the kill, something held him back. There was a hesitation, a slight tremor in his hand, something foreign that froze him at the most critical moments. The latest assignment was no different; he cornered his target, knife in hand, but when he raised the blade, his arm wouldn’t move.

A searing headache struck, and images flooded his mind, like a montage from someone else’s life—a soft laugh, the warm glow of a sunset on the beach, a woman’s hand slipping into his. He gritted his teeth, clutching his head, trying to push the memories away. “Fuck,” he hissed, feeling his grip on his own mind slipping. They weren’t his memories, but they felt as real as his own past.

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At home, you carefully packed away your fiancé Justin’s belongings, handling each item like it was glass, fragile and irreplaceable. You paused over a framed photo of him, smiling in a way that made your heart ache. As you placed it gently into the box, a wave of grief and longing washed over you.

Then you felt a kick in your stomach and gently touched it. It must be your daughter; she must have sensed your sadness. You remembered what Justin said when you both gazed at the stars one night: “Let’s call her Luna.” He had named her after you discovered the gender. You wiped away your tears, recalling that moment. Your gentle, sweet fiancé Justin was gone, and now his heart belonged to someone completely the opposite of him.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You moved to the security monitor, surprise flashing across your face when you saw Lloyd standing there—the man who now carried Justin’s heart.

You pressed the intercom button, your voice cold through the speaker. “Why are you here?”

His voice, rough and unshaken, came through the speaker. “I can’t explain it… but this heart, it won’t let me rest. Not without seeing you.”

For a moment, his eyes softened, a flicker of something deeply unsettled. “It’s like a ghost inside me, and it has your name all over it. And I need it out of my head."

You felt your breath hitch as you stared at the man standing in front of you. He was a stranger, yet he carried your fiancé's heart. The thought twisted painfully inside you—a piece of the man you’d loved was now bound to someone cold, someone unrecognizable.

It was like seeing a ghost in the wrong skin, a cruel reminder of what you’d lost and where it now lived.

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Pt.22 “Beach Day!"

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You dip your toe into the water, it feels like your whole body shrivels up response. Suddenly you wished you would have brought something a bit more modest as goosebumps cover your skin. You hug yourself, cowering away with Okkotsu as Panda and Toge make their ways deeper into the water. Panda calls out for the two of you, waves crashing beneath the pale moonlight. It is beautiful at least, just mind-numbingly cold. You share a knowing look with Yuta, extending out a shaky arm although the two of your faces paint nothing but a picture of terror. He grabs onto you, you take a step forward-both squealing as you are now ankle length deep.

"Fuck!" You cry out and splash! a wave hits the both of you.

Panda and Toge laugh, Yuta's bottom lip is trembling. "Oh god, oh god I regret this so much"

"Same..." You whine. "This is so not aesthetic"

"No" He shakes his head. "Not at all"

And he continues to link arms with you as you take another step forward. Toge rolls his eyes, you both are so dramatic.

"Y-you're a good friend Yuta" You shiver, squealing again as he pushes you to go deeper into the waters. It is past your belly button now. "Sorry I always make fun of you"

"Just move around! It'll make you warm!" Panda calls out but you ignore his advice, continuing to ascend oh-so-slowly.

"All good yn all good" Okkotsu reassures, and finally you've made it to shoulder length.

Toge snatches you away from his friend, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you close. You cry out when a piece of seaweed wraps around your ankle. 'Calm down'

You narrow your eyes, slapping him in the chest. "Don't you ever tell me to calm down" Yet you lean closer into his touch, you realize he is keeping you warm. As warm as you can possibly be at a time like this. He grins at you, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

'So happy I get to be with you' He looks around, eyes darting over to his friends who are currently trying to drown each other in the water. 'Them too'

The four of you splash around for a while, playing like little kids without a worry in the world. You did end up getting your hair wet but it's okay-you're having fun. You race each other, playing a few games and trying to essentially make a competition out of who can knock each other over into the water. Safe to say, Panda is winning.

He is winning as he holds you in the air, like a dumbbell, ready to slam you in the water. In the air you kick your feet and giggle, begging to please just be put down softly.

"Nah I can't do that" Panda shakes his head, you pout at Toge-he's your last hope. But he shakes his head no, arms crossed because only two minutes ago you faked going in for a kiss before dunking his head into the water. It's the reason you were put in this air jail in the first place.

Toge signals his arms for Panda to throw you and he is about to-until he stops. "Wait! Now that I've got you here, I gotta ask you something!"

"What?!" You scream, trying to kick him in the head but ultimately failing. "Whattt is it?!"

"You're not gonna break my boy's heart, are you?!" Panda questions and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah! You're gonna treat him good?!" Yuta adds on and you flip him off, suddenly regretting the fact that you apologized for making fun of him all the time.

"Ohh my god!" You complain. "Yes! Don't I already?!"

They pause, looking around and nodding in agreement. "Okayy yeah but you guys are official now! You gonna take care of him when he's sick and make him happy and shit?!"

"Yes! Yes! Just put me downn it's freezing!" You screech and they all laugh, clearly enjoying themselves. "This is no fair! I treat Toge good, okay?! I love him, why wouldn't I?!"

Panda throws you into the water upon the confession. The boys eyes all widen as they look around in shock. You pop up from the water, coughing because you accidentally drank some of it. Shit, you wipe your hair from your eyes and take a look around. They all look stunned, Toge most especially.

"Damnn dropping the 'L' word already?" Panda teases, poking you in the ribs and you take the opportunity to punch him-hard. "Ow!"

"Shut the hell up! I hate you guys!" You grumble, raising an eyebrow to Yuta as you dare him to try you.

He throws his hands up, a peace offering. "Hey, I'm not saying anything"

Then you look at Toge, a sly smile on his face. Great, you've fed his already massive ego. You're never living this one down. "I love all of you so what!"

Okkotstu titters in laughter, looking the other way so you won't hit him. "We love you too yn"

"Yeah I promise" Panda tries to give you a friendly hug but you push him away. You also give him a good kick to the leg. "We love you yn, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"He's my boy now!" You argue, the three of you laugh. Except for Toge who stares at you like a love-struck fool, like a cartoon character with hearts in its eyes. He just feels so lucky to have such great friends and such a great girlfriend. Ones who argue for his attention, even if it is all just jokes-he feels appreciated.

Yeah, he loves you too. He tells you later that night, standing outside the door to your room (that you share with Maki) in between kisses. Many, many kisses. 'I love you' He signs repeatedly, your head knocks into the door after he grabs you a bit more aggressively.

'Sorry!' Great, he ruined the moment.

You laugh, kissing him again. "Goodnight Toge" Another smack! of your lips makes Panda and Yuta shudder-who are hiding at the bottom of the staircase, not so subtly. "I love you"

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Rivalry part 2

Maybe putting ideas in your heads? Anyways, this is part two of the rivalry thingy with Josh Washington. Too many people wanted this, and it was like half of the requests I had in my inbox, so please, enjoy. Btw! This is 18+ (as is my blog).

You can find part one here: Part 1 I Part 2

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He walks down to the others, and I smirk at the thought of his sisters berating him for yelling at me. Karma Josh… it’s sweet isn’t it? I walk over to the bathroom, cleaning myself up and splashing cold water in my face. I hate that he gets me all worked up. Even after we’re done, I still feel him on my skin. Scratching, ripping, stroking. Who knew anger and passion were such similar feelings. 

A loud bang on the door wakes me up from my thoughts. I am quick to put on my shirt again and dry my face. 

“Give me a minute!” I yell through the door, trying to be fast while not messing up my makeup. Though it might already be a bit smudged, I can blame it on other things. 

“No, you let me in right now!” Emily shouts through the door. She sounds mad. That’s never good. I have to let her in. Worst case scenario, she throws me out a window and leaves me in the snow to die. The thought sends shivers down my spine, and I have to comply with her request. 

I unlock it, but before I can twist the knob, the door flies open and she runs inside, slamming the door behind her. She doesn’t waste time, locking it and turning to me, holding her finger up to my face. I must’ve done something horrible for her to act like this. She slowly walks over to me and I carefully step back, awaiting the bomb to fall. 

“You have something you need to tell me” she hisses, her finger only centimetres from my nose. 

“I’m sorry Em, have I done something?” I whisper, fear coating my vocals. This cannot be good. I’m gonna die in this ridiculously expensive bathroom. 

“Hell yeah you have done something, something extreme!” she shouts and I look around confused. What the hell did I do? 

“Oh don’t give me that look” she sighs, a slight playfulness to it. It sounds scary. I open my mouth to say something but my words fail me. I don’t know what she’s talking about. 

“Don’t you think I know that you’re fucking Josh” she states, and I can feel the blood leave my face. How? How did she know? We’ve been careful, going away and staying quiet (for the most part). And we hate each other, no less. There’s no point denying it. When Em knows something, you never try to gaslight her. It won’t work. 

“How did you know?” I ask, actually curious. And a little embarrassed. 

“Well it’s obvious” she starts, lowering her finger and sitting down on the chair beside the sink. 

“What? So everybody knows?”

She laughs, shaking her head and leaning back. 

“Everybody know there’s something, but they don’t know you’re fucking. Calm down girlie”

I exhale, feeling some of the tension in the room lift. At least not everybody knows, and that’s good. 

“So how did you find out?”

“How do you think?” 

I try to imagine a scenario that would make her, alone, find out, but I can’t. Luckily, she breaks the silence, tired of waiting on me to figure it out. 

“Let’s just say… 4.0 Honour roll, I’m smart. You already know all this” she says, waving her hand dismissively. 

“And don’t worry. I don’t plan on breaking the little freak show you two got going on. Might even be too freaky for me” 

“Fine Em, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I mean, why would I want to, it’s Josh for goodness sake” I smile, thinking about the whole ordeal. If it weren’t for our differences… 

“Look, I’m not gonna tell you what to do” she starts, and I sit down, listening to her. “But you guys got something going. If you can get each other riled up only through anger, that’s one thing”

I wait for her to continue, wondering if this has some other plot she’s hesitating to bring up. 

“How about you two tried being nice to each other?”

I snort, laughing my ass off at the idea. 

“Josh being nice? That’s not gonna happen”

“It might”

“And how am I going to do that? He nitpicks on everything I do, whether it’s cooking, gaming, drinking, breathing or whatever!”

Emily smiles at me, waiting for me to stop rambling. Her idea is not bad, and it would be great to hang with the group without being caught up in a fight or argument all the time. 

“I’m just saying, you should try. Kill him with kindness” she whispers again, and I sigh loudly. He’s gonna taunt me, make a fool out of me. 

“And that’s coming from you?”

“Need to see someone else do it before I consider it. And, it’s not the worst thing you’ve done”

“That’s right… I did Josh”

“And that’s an example of what you shouldn’t say” 

“Fine, sorry” I hold my hands up in defeat, standing up and unlocking the door. She stands up as well, giving me a knowing look before walking out. I follow, getting down to the living room. 

Everyone is still there, and the mood has lightened since last time, and I take a seat beside Jessica. They’re still playing with cards, drinking and talking. Sam, Ashley and Hannah are off in the corner, giggling about something, and Chris is shuffling cards for everyone at the table. 

“Care to join?” he asks me, looking up expectantly. 

“I’m in” 

We play for a while, before Josh walks in with Beth. I don’t know what they’ve talked about. Maybe he’s gotten berated again. The thought makes me smile, but Emily nudges me, knowing what I’m thinking about. I look back down at my cards. This is a bad hand. 

“I fold” I state, putting them down. There was no way I would win this round, so might as well not bet. Beth walks over to Sam and the others, while Josh moves over to us. He looks over the table, taking in everyone’s position in the game. 

“No way you’ve won twice. Got more than two brain cells?” he taunts, and I have to fight myself from rolling my eyes. Jess sighs, knowing the storm that’s about to come, but I don’t let it. Instead, I put on a smile and glance up at him. 

“I’ve actually won three rounds, Washington. You’re welcome to join us if you want”

The room suddenly falls silent, everyone looking in our direction. Ashley whispers something to Hannah, and both Mike and Matt are furrowing their brows in confusion. Emily is holding her hand over her mouth to stop her from laughing, but the most surreal reaction is from Josh himself. He can’t take his eyes off me, eyes narrowed and mind twisted in confusion. He’s probably wondering where my spirit went, where all the anger had gone. 

To fuel the situation even more, I pat on the seat next to me, signalling for him to sit down. 

“In or out?” I ask, giving him some doe eyes for extra effect. He still glares at me, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely in a confused one. People return to their conversations, probably talking about what just happened. Our usual banter, all out of balance. He keeps looking at me, mouth slightly open. I give him a sugar-sweet forced smile before turning back to the cards, waiting for the next round. 

The rest of the night goes as planned. Josh makes small comments here and there, but I skillfully avoid getting angry. It actually feels great being the bigger person, especially when his reactions are more visible than any other feelings he’s ever shown. I know he gets more and more aggravated, and I fuel it by just being nice. Maybe I should consider becoming a kind person? 

At this point, half of the group have gone to bed, and I sit on the sofa, opposite of Josh, talking to Chris and Sam. I feel the exhaustion of the night come over me, but still feel restless and anxious. I need a cup of tea or something before going to bed. Or maybe a bath?

“Hey Sam?” I start, grabbing her attention. 

“Hm?”

“You took a bath earlier today, right?”

“Yeah, it’s drained and cleaned now, don’t worry” she shrugs, waving her hand like it was obvious that she cleaned after herself. That’s not what I wanted an answer for though. 

“So there’s hot water?” She laughs at my question, and only then do I realise how dumb it is. 

“Yeah, yeah, loads” 

“Then I’ll be on my way. Enjoy your night!” I walk up the stairs, lifting my hand in a backwards wave. The bathroom is dark, and just for comfort, I light a couple of candles while the water’s going. I washed my hair this morning, and would prefer it not to get wet again. I take a hair clip and fasten it. I don’t bother taking off my makeup yet. I’ll do it when I brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Right now, I’m gonna soak for at least an hour. I undress quickly, shivering from the cold air of the lodge. Luckily for me, the bath is warm and smells great. I get in, slowly getting used to the warmth. It’s almost burning my skin, perfect temperature. 

As I lean back and breathe, my muscles finally relax. They’ve been tense all day, especially after my last intimate encounter with Josh. I look over my body in the see-through water. I haven’t noticed just how many marks he’s left. All over my legs, thighs, stomach, chest, arms… It’s unbelievable that no one noticed. Well, everyone except Emily. A couple of loud knocks interrupts my thoughts. 

“It’s open, but I’m in the bath!” I yell. Everyone must’ve gone to bed by now, so it’s probably someone who wants to use the toilet. 

“There’s another bathroom on the other opposite side of the hall!” I add, turning back to the water and closing my eyes. Please just go, I’m having the time of my life. The door opens, and I shift my head, glancing over at a certain brunette walking in and closing the door. My hands immediately move to my body, covering myself as best as I can. Right now I wish I had some bubbles and foam in here to help me. 

“Relax, nothing I haven’t seen before” he smiles, locking the door behind him. 

“This is different” I start, turning back around and sighing. I feel his body come up behind me, head resting on my shoulder and breath against my ear. 

“Tell me that you want me to go, and I’ll go” he whispers. His voice sends shivers down my spine, my heat warming up as I think about his kisses. As a reply to my silence, he starts kissing my neck, leaving small bites everywhere, though not as hard and rough as usual. 

“This is just…” I sigh and give small moans from his caresses, unable to control myself. “This is too intimate for us Washington” 

“And what if I say that there’s much more intimate things we can do?” he teases, lips featherlike up to my earlobe, nibbling. I hear his belt fall to the ground, before he stands up and walks to the side of the bathtub. 

The air is filled with something different. Maybe it’s the scented candles, fire, hot water, dim yellow lights… Something is not like usual. This is romantic, this feels more real. We haven’t built up the usual tension like we’ve done before. This encounter is purely because of lust and want, not a convenience or deal. He didn’t have to come here tonight, but he did, confident that I would let him. 

He stands before me, naked and vulnerable. His tan skin and toned body are intensified by the candlelight, which highlights every curve of him. I take him in, feeling like I’m seeing him for the first time. Finally seeing him. 

My breath quickens as he gets in the bath, leaning over and meeting my lips. It’s not hatred, it’s not a tension-reliever, but rather soft and caring. I lean into him, slowly making my way over, and sitting on his lap. The kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a waltz. His hands travel down from my waist to my high, slightly grabbing. He rubs soft circles, nothing like what he’s done before. 

“Still hate me?” he asks, breathy and tired. He looks up at me, a pinch of hurt in his eyes. I don’t know what to say. Of course I do, but not right now. My arms are twisted around him, fingers gracing the curve of every muscle on his shoulders and back. 

“I-I never hated you” I manage to whisper back. “Like you said, it’s all part of that horrid game” 

“Is this part of it?” he asks, more determination in his voice. I wish I had an answer for this, I truly do, but what is it? Yes, this only happened because I conducted an experiment, and my hypothesis was wrong? Turns out you want to fuck me either way, though more in a gentle manner? 

“Josh, listen. I got it in my head that we would stop fighting if I just took the high road. It would be more comfortable for everyone. But you’re still here. You came here tonight and I don’t know why”

He doesn’t answer, only looking at me in shock. Did I say something wrong again? His mouth is slightly ajar, lips parted and red from our previous session. God how I want to kiss him. 

“Did I say something wrong?” 

“You said my name”

My chest tightens in realisation. I did. I did say his name. But he acts like the world has ended because of it. I need some kind of answer, some acknowledgement that he got everything I said after it too. 

“Say it again” he pleads, pulling me closer and leaving small kisses all over my collar. 

“Josh, we need to talk about this…” I sigh out, feeling his dick grow in response. 

“Please” he begs, and I let out a small moan as he nibbles at the skin of my chest. “Say my name and I’ll do anything for you, tell you everything you wish for” 

“Fuck, I-” I begin, feeling myself heat up from his words. 

His hand moves to my folds, sliding over them up to my clit. I give a small moan in response, grabbing his shoulder harder for support. 

“Please” he pleads again, pathetic and breathless. As his fingers start rubbing, I moan out his name, and his breathing suddenly quickens. His other hand moves up my body, past its usual place on my throat and to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. He pulls my face back on him, capturing my lips in a needy and lustful grace. 

I break away from him, still waiting for his response to my previous comment. He gives a small whine at the sudden emptiness. 

“Why did you come here tonight?”

His brows furrow a little, but only for a moment. Then, he starts laughing. A genuine one which leaves me in confusion. Why is this funny? Unless… 

If Emily knew, some others might too. Jess is definitely good at picking up these sorts of clues. Did they talk to him, getting me in this position just to humiliate me? Was this all a prank? I ask him a genuine question, and he breaks out, unable to answer. 

I stand up, getting out of the tub. I was not gonna be the sore loser of another prank. A wave of realisation goes through Josh as he understands what I’m doing. He stops laughing, immediately shifting to face me. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Out” I state, irritated and vulnerable. This was not okay, playing with my feelings. 

“What happened, why are you being like this?” he asks, confused. His tone hurts me a little, though not as much as the thought of being part of this little scheme. 

“I’m not gonna be the laughing stock of this little thing. I don’t know if you’ve talked with Emily or Jess or someone else, but this…” I point to and fro the both of us. “This is over, whatever it was. No sex, no feeling, no nothing. I’m done” 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Fuck this and fuck you Washington!” I yell at him, as I grab my clothes and walk out. I feel tears at the corners of my eyes, begging to be released to my cheeks, free to roam my face. I did the right thing. We can’t keep going like this forever. It’s a hassle for us, and it’s a bother to others. The relationship had gotten too intimate for me, for our situation. I felt a certain way, and not getting a response from him deeply hurt me. 

“Wait!” I hear from the bathroom, and I walk over to my room, locking the door and laying down in my bed. A knock is heard on my door, but I don’t answer. 

“Please, sorry about the reaction, I’ll tell you everything, just open”

I give in, pulling the towel closer to my body and unlocking it. I open it slightly, not too wide. He doesn’t force himself in, just stands there waiting. I’m the first to talk. 

“You know, Washington, it’s late, we’ve both got caught up in the moment and we said some things and stuff. We’re both tired, a little tipsy, probably dehydrated…”

“I love you” he interrupts. I roll my eyes, done with his bullshit. 

“No you don’t, you can drop the act. I just can’t take all this back and forth anymore, it’s too much, please understand” 

“You’re such an idiot”

I look at him dumbfounded. What the fuck? 

“Excuse m-” before I can finish, he pulls the door open, walking inside and closing it behind him. His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his embrace. The sudden action leaves me breathless and wondrous. He’s half naked, wearing only a towel as well. 

“You are the one who wanted all that, and now you don’t” he starts explaining, and I keep quiet. “I know you adore me, from what I understood in there, you feel the same way”

“Washi-”

“Stop, don’t finish that word. I would never pull a stunt like this for a prank, especially considering how hurt Hannah got last year because of it” 

I look down his back, hands urging to touch him, to feel him on me. 

“Then what was so funny?” 

He takes a deep breath, pulling away, smiling. 

“The fact that you can’t solve a simple equation” 

“Which is?”

“That I love you, and I know you do too. That’s why I came tonight” 

I’m stunned, mesmerized by his words, enchanted with his presence. His lips meet mine once again, and I let him devour me. I melt into his touch, sparks igniting on our skin. The cold air hits our warm bodies, shivers bolting throughout. He deepens the kiss, inviting his tongue and moving us to the bed.  

Instead of shoving me down alone, his body follows, laying on top of me and pressing me into the soft sheets. One of my hands tangles in his hair, grabbing it roughly to get him closer. The other goes to undo his towel, letting it fall and throwing it on the ground. He does the same, unwrapping me in a painfully slow manner. He takes in the view, me laid underneath him, completely at his mercy without disobeying or complaining. 

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, head moving to my neck, leaving kisses and vibrations against my skin. I give a moan in response as his hands find their way to my breasts, grabbing harshly. He’s never complimented me like this before. It’s real, genuine. 

His dick slides up and down my folds, coating itself in my wetness. I want him, the whole of him. I start trying to grind closer to him, but he gets further and further away instead. He kisses down my stomach, head making its way down to my heat. He pulls my thighs over his shoulders before taking one of my hands in his. I can only see the top of his head as he leans down, followed by a long lick over my folds. I moan, legs shaking as he finds my clit, sucking and licking small circles. Uncontrollable sounds leave my mouth as he keeps going, his other hand taking advantage of my dripping heat, inserting two fingers. 

“Fuck, Josh!” I whine, feeling the edge come closer. The knot in my stomach tightens, tension building up as I try to get over it. 

“Yes, please, keep saying my name like that” he whispers against my pussy, voice making vibrations against my clit. His encouraging words get me over, and I cry out as I finish all over his lips and fingers. I squeeze his hand as my legs keep shaking around his head. He doesn’t stop though, letting me ride out my orgasm on his fingers, eyes completely mesmerized by the vision in front of him. He continues his attack, tongue finding its way back to my spot and leaving small movement. I cry out in pleasure as I come again, embarrassingly fast. I look down at him. And he’s shocked by his own skills of effectiveness. 

“Well, I did know you were into me. Surprised by how much” he purrs, leaning back up to my face, capturing my lips. I taste myself on his mouth, lips drenched in my juices. 

His dick keeps running up and down my folds, and I shiver from stimulation. 

“I need you” I whisper to him, and he obliges. He’s harder than he’s ever been before, being teased and excited for way too long. He slowly lets himself into me, pushing carefully till he’s all the way in. I whine, killing a moan that almost escaped my lips. He looks down, facing me with concerned eyes. 

“Are you good?” I nod in reply, smiling at him and pulling him in for another kiss as he starts moving. He fills me up perfectly, reaching all the sides and spots, rubbing my walls with a passion unlike ever before. He grunts and moans, whines leaving his mouth as he moves. He’s been holding out since the card game, no wonder he’s desperate. 

I swallow his moans with my mouth, and he returns my favour. His hand grabs my thigh, lifting it higher to grant him better access. The action makes him go deeper, making me gasp in surprise at his length. My core builds up, and I clench around him as I come all over his dick. He keeps pumping, sloppy sounds and moans erupting throughout the room. He’s close, I can feel it. The overstimulation is overwhelming, and I plead with him. 

“Josh, please”

The mention of his name from my moaning mouth sends him over the edge, and he pulls out, coating me in the white liquid. It spills all over my throbbing and stingy heat, hurt from the overstimulation, and all over my stomach. Instead of leaving, like he always does, he leans down beside me, kissing my cheek. 

“I love you all covered up in me” 

“So much for a bath” I smile, turning my head and kissing his lips. “I’ll take endless baths with you” he smiles back, getting up and leaving the room. 

I’m hit with a sudden wave of sadness. I know he’s coming back, but the idea that he might not weighs down on me. My chest is still heaving, pulse slowly regulating itself. Just now, I realise how exhausted I am. Drinking since early hours, multiple sexual encounters, a bath, and now being the middle of the night. I try to get up, but my body won’t listen, simply too tired to move. 

The door opening again wakes me from my sleepy trance, and Josh walks in, cloth in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He sets it down on the nightstand before laying down beside me and cleaning me up. He’s never shown this much care before, and his sweet actions make my cheeks flush. He finishes quickly, taking hold of my body and dragging me up to the right side of the bed. After that, he holds the glass of water out to me, and I take it, drinking every last drop before placing it on the table again. 

He creeps under the blankets, throwing them over me as well and pulling my body into his. His head rests in the crook of my neck, and I cuddle into him in response. What are we gonna do tomorrow? How will this end? 

“Guess we’re not having hate-sex anymore” he says, kissing my neck. 

“As long as you don’t say anything stupid” I answer, voice barely over a whisper. I’m on the brink of passing out, but before I can, I feel his stupid, perfect smirk against my jaw.

[boogersparkles]

GOING ON A PICNIC DATE WITH YUUKA HIRASAKA

Yuuka hirasaka x gn!reader

Summery: You and Yuuka go out for a picnic date after finally finding some free time

Genre: fluff, can be seen as both romantic and platonic

Words: 860+

Notes: Hi!! This is my first ever fanfic so i'd reallyyyyy appreciate some constructive criticism if you have any to offer :) I also did this cuz yuuka deserves more love fr fr.

You and Yuuka were just walking in the forest near Ramshakle trying to find a nice spot to have your little picnic date. It was a sunny day, finally free from the endless assignments, surprise quizes and the paperwork that Crowley throws at you that should probably be written by an adult and not two teens who aren't registered citizens.

Stumbling upon a lake, you lay out an old thin blanket underneath a tree for some shade, giving you a decent view of the lake. Unpacking the basket you take out some berries, two glass bottles of orange juice, jam biscuits that were given to you by Trey from yesterday's unbirthday party and some homemade sandwiches you and Yuuka made before going out.

"So, how was your day, sugar? Anything interesting happened today?"

You barely saw her today, which was odd because you two are usually together all the time.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual chaos like every other day"

She huffed out a little laugh into her bottle, trying not to spill any orange juice. You continued to talk about your day, like how Deuce had put the wrong igredient that caused a big explosion during alchemy class, or how Grim got swiped by Lucius because he was sleeping again and how Ace and Epel crashed into eachother while flying mid air during PE.

Yuuka was intently listening to you talk like you were an explorer talking about their endless travels around the world.

"Sounds like you had fun"

"Yeah, you should have been there to witness it"

Yuuka was dragged by Crowley to do some errands so she had to miss all her classes, that ticked you off but it wasn't like you had a choise, at least you got to spend some time together now.

You took a bite out of your sandwich while Yuuka gave a squirl a blueberry. It started to get a bit hot too, suddenly Yuuka stood up, gesturing you with her head to follow her to the lake.

"I can see you're also overheating, come on!"

Following her, you both take off your shoes, pull up your sleeves and pants and take a dip in the lake. The water nearly reaches your knees but it felt nice and cool on your skin. You jump a bit when you feel cold water hit your arm, looking back at Yuuka she is slightly bent over with a cheeky smirk on her face. After her little attack, you kick the water and splash her, drenching the side of her blouse while she failed to dodge you.

"You are not getting away with that!"

Getting ready to splash you again she laughs wholeheartedly, squinting her eyes while doing so.

You adored her laugh, it was calm but bright and cheerful at the same time. Heck, you might even let her fully submerge you just to hear her again.

It started getting late, beautiful orange, magenta and purple hues overlaping the previously light blue sky. You two were so sucked up in your little waterfight that neither of you noticed just how fast time flew, completely forgetting about the picnic and your sandwich that was probably snached by a random forest critter but you didn't really care, in fact you probably wouldn't have finished it anyway.

"It's getting pretty late isn't it? We should probably start packing up our things"

"Darn.. and i was just starting to win"

"Were not!"

She giggled at your little outburst, laughing even harder when you start to proclaim that you were winning, looking at you with nothing but fondness, maybe she will humor you for a bit.

"Look at you! I got you completely drenched!"

"Me? Drenched? You might want to look at your reflection because you are like a wet duckling"

"I'm no duckling!"

You swipe at the water to splash her, ironicaly like a duckling. Yuuka took the flying water to the face like a champ, walking towards you with a gentle smile softly brushing some wet hair that got stuck to your forhead.

"Alright sure, but you still look like a duckling"

"Call me whatever you want, I still won"

You say as you get out of the lake, draining the very last drop of water that soaked your sleeve, Yuuka following shortly after. You start to neatly put the bottles in the basket along with the tupperware that held the biscuits and berries. You and Yuuka meeting up to clumsily fold the blanket you were sitting on, wetting the edges a bit since you didn't bring any towels, not expecting to get soaked in the first place.

"I had fun today, we should do this again!"

She says as she picks up the basket with her right hand while holding the blanket to her left side

"You don't want me to hold anything?

"No it's fine, as the loser of today's battle it's only fair I do the dirty work"

You roll your eyes playfully at her exaggeration but you didn't object, your arms WERE tired from the continuous splashing.

Walking down the path leading to Ramshackle, you chit chatted a bit more bumping into eachother while making jokes. Thankfully tomorrow was Saturday so you didn't need to worry about any homework, meaning you can sleep to your heart's content! Especialy after today, you're exhausted but that doesn't mean you won't do this again.

Oh you're definetly doing this again but next time, you should bring along towels.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello gorgeous I love your work and I want to ask you is you cold do one more of Hayley Marshal and Mikaelson little sister were Hayley take on a walk in the stroller yn and Baby Hope but some people trait to attract them but yn kill them

Puddles

Flufftober, October 4th

Baby Mikaelson heretic sister reader x Hayley Marshall (& Hope Mikaelson)

Warnings: mentions of death?

A/n: Thank you, Love. I hope you like it!

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"Make sure you stay close, okay, Sweetie?" Hayley zips up your yellow jacket. "One han' on s'roller" You nod your head, looking up at the brunette hybrid.

"Yes, exactly. Good job." Hayley places a kiss on your forehead and double checks that Hope is all strapped in. Once she's certain the one year old is all secure, she goes back to the handle bars and starts walking.

You have one hand grasped onto one of the side bars of the stroller as you walk.

Hayley takes you guys down one of the paths in the local park. You jump in all the puddles you walk by, giggling as your yellow rain boots gets water splashed everywhere. But you make sure not to get any puddle water on Hayley or Hope.

The hybrid watches with a smile as you have fun. She knew you were getting restless from being kept in the abattoir for so long. So she planned this small outing for the three of you without any of the family drama for the afternoon. Nothing to worry about. And you finally get to let out some of your energy.

She wasn't sure how much more of your jumping on furniture and running around the place Elijah and Klaus could take before they snapped.

Her head snapped up from where she was looking down at a snoozing Hope. She feels someone trailing you guys. "Can you come here, Hun?" Hayley asks as if nothings wrong.

"Okay" You jump over to her and she places you on the stroller step under the stroller. "You want a snack?" She asks. "Mhm" You nod up at her, not noticing anything off.

Hayley grabs one of the baggies of goldfish out of the diaper bag and hands it to you. "Fanks" You say and open the baggie. "Your welcome" Hayley smiles as she starts to increase her walking pace.

She tries to make her way back to the abattoir to get one of your brothers or Marcel. She needs to keep you and Hope safe.

Before she knows it, you guys are surrounded by eight vampires.

You look up from your goldfish crackers when you realize you're no longer moving.

"Don't move, Hun. Please" Hayley pleads to you. You worriedly nod in compliance. Your nerves start to flare up with nervousness. You're scared. You don't know what's happening and you can tell Hayley is nervous as well.

You look back to Hope to make sure she was okay and when it's clear she's still asleep, you turn back over to face Hayley. Except she wasn't there. You turned to the side where she's fighting against two of the vampires.

One second she was taking them over before she got pinned down by a third one. And then you saw one of them advncing on Hopey. That, you couldn't let happen.

You jump up from the stroller and yell, "STOP!" A big wave of energy emits through the air and as soon as it crosses to the eight vampires, they drop dead to the ground. Veins are rising up their bodies, declaring they're dead.

Hayley Vamps up from the ground and over to you and Hope, who has been sleeping through everything. "Oh my god, are you okay, Sweetie?" She lifts you into her arms. She pulls you tight into a hug and you nuzzle your head into her chest, nodding.

"Scary" You mumble into her jacket. "Yeah, it was. I'm sorry Y/n/n." She pulled away from you a small bit and looks into your widened doe eyes. "Did you mean to do that?" She asks, referring to the many dead vampires.

"Mmm, no' exa'ly. Just happen" You shrug. "Has to keep Hopey safe" You tell her and turn to the sleeping Hope.

"Yes, and I'm grateful for that, but you have to remember not to put yourself in dangerous situations like that in the future, alright? You have to promise me" She runs her hand through your hair.

"I p'omise" You lay your head back onto her chest.

Hayley carries you with one arm while pushing the stroller with her other hand. She takes you guys back to the abattoir the quickest way possible.

"I think that was enough excitements for today" Hayley sighs as she lays Hope in her crib. You kick off your yellow boots and matching yellow rain jacket before climbing up on the chair next to the crib.

"Sleepy Hope. Nigh' nigh'" You wave to the one year old. "Yeah, good night, Hope" Hayley nods with a smile before picking you up from the chair.

"Let's go bake some cookies, huh?" She asks you after closing Hope's nursery door. "Yeah!" You exclaim, the days events behind you guys.