#that slap makes you see sounds and taste colours

[shinedoitsulikeabright]

KICK HIS CHEATING ASS!!!

Can we get an art of Hera just straight beating Zeus to the ground because she found out about another affair-

Best drawing I did all week

[darlingdaisyfarm]

I'll sell my soul for something with lipstick / lipgloss and mullet Stanley 👉👈

lipstick | mullet!stan x reader

suggestive, honestly mullet!stan is my weakness

you’re already perched on his lap when the idea strikes him. room smells with cigarettes no one’s managed to scrub out. you’re in his arms with your back pressed to his chest and Stan’s fiddling with the tube of lipstick you’d left on the nightstand. he flips it open, twisting the bullet out, studying it like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. 

“this what you dames fuss about? a little red on the lips?” he chuckles, leaning closer. “hey, why not slap some of this junk on me? bet i’d look real pretty, huh?”  

you twist around to look at him, raising a brow and smiling. “you serious?” 

“dead serious, doll,” he grins and nods eagerly, tilting his head back. his mullet’s all mussed from your fingers running through it earlier, brown hair curling at the ends. “c’mon. paint me up. show me what all the fuss is about.”

you feel the catch, it’s such a ridiculous idea, you can’t help but laugh. but you play along, twisting in his lap so you’re straddling him, the lipstick in your hand. Stan grins, knowing exactly what he’s doing, his big hands already finding their way to your waist.  

you lean in close, steadying his chin with your hand. “hold still,” you murmur, fighting the smirk pulling at your lips.

and for a fleeting second, he really does behave. “yes, ma’am,” but the moment you get the lipstick near his mouth, he shifts. just a little twitch but damn enough to smear the line you’re trying to draw.  

“Stan,” you warn, narrowing your eyes.  

“what?” he says, all innocence, though his fingers start tracing slow circles on your hips, dragging you closer. “i’m bein’ good. real good.”

rolling your eyes, you try again, carefully dragging the lipstick along his bottom lip. but then his hands tighten on you, pulling you down against him and you gasp as he grinds up into you. 

Stanley’s hips buck up beneath you once again, “oops,” he mutters, not sounding sorry at all. “my bad, sweetheart. didn’t mean to distract ya.”  

“agh, just shut up,” you grumble, trying to focus, but he does it again, rocking his hips against you, letting you feel his hardened cock beneath his pants. you gasp when his hands lower to your ass.

“what’s the matter, baby? can’t concentrate?” his brown eyes glint with mischief.  

“because you’re making this damn impossible,” you huff, though you’re laughing despite yourself, cheeks flushing hot as you get turned on by this too, feeling every inch of him pressing into you.

“aw, c’mon, don’t give up on me now,” he slides his hands up to tangle in your hair, holding you close. “lemme see if i can make it up to ya.” 

Stan drags you down against him and before you can stop him, he catches your mouth in a kiss which tastes like cherry, so messy and hungry, rough, smudged red streaking across your lips, your chin, his own. he kisses so damn good you forget to care about the mess. the lipstick smeared to hell between you both

his hips roll up against you again and this time you let out a soft whimper, your hands clutching at his shoulders. “Stan. . .”

“yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, kissing your your jaw. “ride me, doll. make it worth the mess, huh?”  

your lipstick’s completely forgotten now, the tube slipping from your fingers as you brace yourself against him. his hands are possessive on you, gripping your thighs, your waist, pulling you closer, harder.

when you finally catch your breath, Stan leans back to look at you.

“how’d i do?” he asks, licking his bottom lip where the red still clings. “told ya red was a good colour on me.”

[heich0e]

suguru's throat feels tight.

not in the nice way—like when someone pays you a compliment you aren't expecting, or you're given a thoughtful gift.

his airway is a vice; sticky and closing in on itself like a boobytrap in those terrible action movies that satoru always makes him watch, where the walls are slowly crushing inwards on the hero, leaving no obvious way to escape.

his face feels hot—too hot for the meagre amount of alcohol he's had to drink that evening. hot enough that he's sure his cheeks are flushed a vicious red. he looks down at his hands, still wrapped around the half-drained drink between them, and when he pulls one away from the circumference of the glass he sees the way his fingers tremble, moved by a force only he can feel.

he sets his cup down on whatever surface is within reach and looks for the nearest exit.

the bar is crowded, and every body that jostles him on his odyssey to the door makes him feel even more sick to his stomach—makes him acutely, and uncomfortably aware of just how many people are jammed into such a confined space. with every step he takes towards the fire exit (the one which at this point he just has to pray isn't connected to some kind of alarm) it seems to be growing further away, like his steps are a paradox he's trapped in.

finally, finally, his hands press down against the push bar of the door, and cold winter air hits his burning cheeks like a slap.

he's on his knees retching into the grimy snowbank that lines the back alley before the door has even fully swung closed.

"oh, wow,—"

suguru can barely hear you over the sound of his pulse in his ears. it was too noisy in the bar to make it out this clearly, lost in the thrum of the bass-heavy music and the spiral of his thoughts, but now it's unmistakable. it pounds in his head, under his tongue, trapped in the walls of his throat.

he lifts his head, his eyes bleary from the tears his exertion had sprung to them, and he sees a figure a few paces away from him with a cigarette lifted to their lips.

he blinks hard, willing the world to come back into focus. as it does (painfully slowly,) he can see you better. the first thing he can clearly make out is the oversized jacket you have wrapped around your frame (big enough that it can't possibly be your own.) his eyes flicker next to the bare legs that peek out from underneath it, and trail all the way up to the lines of your face as you watch him. but it's your eyes that make him falter for a moment: curious but strangely impassive at the same time.

"—rough night?" you ask, but you make no move to come any closer to him.

he's grateful for at least that small mercy, he can't help but think.

"sorry," he chokes out, spitting into the sludgy grey snowbank one last time just to try and get the terrible taste out of his mouth. he stands unsteadily, his hands braced against the brick wall of the bar to keep himself balanced. "i didn't even drink that much."

he's not sure why he feels the need to say it, or make any effort to save face when you've just seen him at what's surely one of the lowest points of his life. you're a stranger, after all. what does it matter, anyway?

you hum a bit, taking another drag from your cigarette. the sound is halfhearted, and it upsets him unjustly.

"i really didn't," he insists, wiping at his mouth with the back of his knuckles and turning to you properly. "i-i'm on these new meds and they've got me all fucked up."

your eyes widen a bit, and he watches the way the smoke slips out of your lips—painted a rich, ruby colour for the evening.

"no shit?" you ask him. "you shouldn't be out partying if you're sick, y'know. alcohol can really fuck up scripts."

"i'm not sick," he replies quickly. too quickly. too ardently to possibly be true. and the silence that follows is too heavy for such a cold, still night. he looks away, fixing his eyes on the road at the end of the alley.

"oh," you drag out the word, an understanding lilt in your tone. "those kinda meds."

suguru glances back to you.

"so," you take a step towards him, and it sets his teeth on edge. "what's your poison of choice then? paroxetine? fluvoxamine? good ol' fashioned escitalopram?"

suguru's head is still spinning from the liquor, but his pulse has died down a bit. now his mouth feels uncomfortably dry.

you keep going.

"are you taking it neat or did they give you a little chaser with it too for a bit more"—you make a little flourishing gesture with your hand—"oomph."

you're right in front of him now. close enough that the smell of your cigarette has finally reached him. suguru can't help but eye it covetously, longing for the pack in his own coat pocket, left somewhere in the bar. you follow his eyes and laugh a little, holding the half-smoked cigarette out to him. it has a lipstick mark on the filter, but he takes it anyway.

he sucks in a greedy, needy inhale.

the rush of nicotine hits him right away, comforting and familiar. his exhale feels almost rapturous.

he takes another little puff, then extends the cigarette back out to you.

"don't worry about it,"—you wave the gesture off—"you can keep that one on account of the whole... y'know..." your eyes flicker down to the snowbank where geto had just been retching.

oh, right.

"thanks," he mumbles appreciatively, wasting no time before he takes another drag.

the two of you stand side by side in the dingy alley while geto finishes off your cigarette. he crushes it under the heel of his boot, grinding it down into the cracked asphalt, once it's done.

"how'd you know?" he asks after a few more moments of silence. the cold is starting to get to him now—registering in a way that didn't when he first made it outside. the chill bites at his cheeks and his nose, stinging in its frigidity.

"know what?" you feign coyness, tilting your head a little to the side. he sees a flicker of something behind your eyes again that slips through the facade of composure—something mirthful, and maybe a little mean.

he swallows, and tastes tobacco on his tongue. "about the anti-depressants."

you laugh a bit to yourself, but the sound is strained like you're almost trying to bite it back. "don't take this the wrong way, but you just sort of look like the type."

he looks at you—really looks at you—then.

you're pretty.

he supposes he recognized that already, even if he didn't process it properly at the time. your lips look soft, your eyes draw him in, and in any other circumstance he thinks you might have been the type of girl he sidled up alongside in a bar just like the one he just fled and tried to start a conversation with.

but these aren't any other circumstances. you just watched him puke his guts up in a filthy alley and then guessed his SSRI prescription like the world's worst game show. and to make matters worse, his dick hasn't even been working right lately since he started these new pills.

as though life wasn't already cruel enough.

the fire exit flies open again, and all attention turns to it.

"there you are," shoko is standing in the doorway, half-in and half-out of the bar, cringing against the cool evening air. she frowns in suguru's direction. "we've been looking everywhere for you."

suguru watches as she ducks her head back through the doorway, but whatever she calls over her shoulder is lost to the music that's bleeding out into the alley from inside the bar. gojo appears behind her in an instant, his displeased expression brightening immediately upon seeing his friend. he pushes his sunglasses up atop his head, his white hair pinned back underneath them.

"suguru!" he cheers. "we lost you."

"i was just getting some air," suguru smiles blithely, in the way that he's perfected.

gojo shoulders his way out the door towards suguru, dragging him back towards the door with an arm slung around his neck. shoko's eyes flicker over to you.

"oh, hey," she says, nodding in greeting.

"shoko-senpai," you return her greeting politely.

"are you coming back in too?" she asks.

gojo and geto both pause in the doorway, turning to glance back at you.

"no, i'm heading home," you say with an easy smile, not unlike the expression geto had just shown. "you three have a nice night."

"get home safe," she calls after you, a lilt of curiosity in her tone. you lift a hand over your shoulder as you walk away, waggling your fingers in a lazy wave.

"who was that?" gojo asks as the door swings shut behind shoko. he leans in front of suguru so his voice can be heard over the loud music.

"she's a junior in my department at school," shoko explains, "don't you recognize her?"

gojo purses his lips as he contemplates it and then shakes his head definitively. it's not unusual for satoru not to recognize someone, especially a pre-med student instead of a physics student like himself, but suguru is a bit surprised that he can't recall meeting you previously.

satoru tugs suguru's arm back towards the thick of the crowd, and he braces himself for the oncoming barrage of stimulation. he freezes just before he takes his first step, whipping back around to the door.

"what's wrong?" satoru asks him, leaning over his shoulder. he's got his sunglasses on again, and now suguru can't through the lenses in the dim light of the bar, but he knows satoru well enough to picture the wide-eyed look of curiosity that must be behind them.

suguru's brow pinches in a bewildered furrow.

"was she wearing my coat?"

[willsdreamgirl]

amazon standing lamp ⋆｡˚ — wilbur soot x reader

wilbur soot x fem!reader

will has everything he could ever want, then why does he still feel so empty?

18+ | minors please dni! angst and smut

cw: mentions of sex, different sex positions, descriptions of sex, angst, mentions of anxiety, wilbur is NOT okay and neither is the author

word count: 600+

a/n: finally had the motivation to write after a HOT MINUTE. was inspired by wilbur’s new album, mammalian sighing reflex. angst, just BIG ANGST.

“midday missionary, midnight loathing, midnight cowgirl, morning smoking”

your fingers clutch the cream coloured sheets under you, and you spread your legs wide, as wilbur thrusts into you. the sound of skin slapping fills your shared bedroom, your moans fill his ears. “mm, will, just like that…” you look up at him, and he looks at you like he sees right through you. you search his face, his brows furrowing in deep thought rather than pleasure. you manage to string together a sentence between his methodical, almost calculated movements. “hey will… you okay?” he snaps back to reality, looks down at your body and up at you, with a small smile on his face. yet, his eyes look like bottomless voids. you don’t say anything, and neither does he. he keeps going until you orgasm, and pulls out. you sit up, not caring about the post-sex exhaustion starting to set in your bones. “will… you didn’t finish? you okay?” he looks down at the floor. in that moment, he looks so damn vulnerable, so small, all bare. he sighs and looks at you from across the from as he’s putting his boxers back on. “yeah, yeah. i’m good. just not feeling it right now…” something just wasn’t right. you bit your lip, and smiled shyly, walking across the room. you knelt down in front of him, hands running across the waistband of his boxers. “i can help with that…” he looks and you with tired eyes and pushes your hand away gently. “look y/n, not right now, okay?” he walks away, leaving you on the floor, slight carpet burn making the skin on your knees sting.

you decide to leave him alone for a while, watching his disappear behind the door of his home office. you only see him around 9:00 pm, when he comes out to grab a plate of dinner you’d called him to eat an hour ago. you get up from your chair at the table. “i can warm that up for you, love!” you offer. he looks down at his plate, before sighing. “it’s fine.” you watch him walk away from you, yet again.

you go out for a walk to clear your head. he doesn’t ask where you’re going. you return at midnight, the apartment so quiet as if it were devoid of all life. you make your way to your bedroom. wilbur’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, fiddling with a half burnt joint between his fingers. he sighs as he senses your presence. he puts out the joint on the wood of the nightstand, and motions for you to sit on his lap. you straddle his lap, your cold thighs resting against his warm ones. he pulls you in by your jaw, and kisses you like a man starved, teeth before tongue. he tastes like weed, and if you didn’t love the idea of it, you’d almost be disgusted.

time passes and somehow, you two end up tangled in each other’s arms. you smile into his neck. he looks at you blankly, before turning his head to the side, looking at the amazon standing lamp sitting on the nightstand, as you ride him. you moan wantonly, throwing your head back, elated at finally having gotten your boy back. meanwhile, a tear falls out of the corner of wilbur’s eye. but he plays along, he could never hurt the best thing to ever happen to him. he’s memorized every detail on the amazon standing lamp, the only constant in his life.

he has everything he could ever ask for, then why does he feel so empty?

[tinydefector]

Was wondering if you could do some earth spark Megatron x reader, there isn't alot of them and I'd love to see what you could come up with.

The Malto's Neighbour

Megatron x human

Warning: none.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Megatron masterlist

Really hope you guys like this, and woo first piece for earthspark since I've started watching the series. Hope you guys enjoy the chaos which is to come.

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The Malto's property is a busy one, Twitch yelling at the others as they practise. "Keep up slow poke Twitch's madly zips between the hay bales strewn across the yard, chassis buzzing with energy. "Gotta be faster than that, Jawbreaker!" She shouted gleefully, panels flared and fans roaring. 

Hashtag revved her engine competitively, darting around the yard in tight circles as she sought an opening to knock Thrust off his pedes laughter echoing from all of them. Nearby, Nightshade sculpted away as they planned out new projects. 

Dot smiles as she watches her kids run around the yard, and back and forth from the barn. "Play nice you lot!" She calls out while finishing her coffee. The sound of  propellers alerts her to Megatron's arrival. She looks out the other side of the widow with a smile as Megatron touches down. "Megs wasn't expecting to see you today" she calls out while walking out to meet him.

His optics scans the surrounding farmland, ensuring all remains secure within guarded borders, before his powerful lip components peel back in a fierce yet weary grin. "And risk missing the sparklings?" he retorts, striding over rust coloured soil towards the porch Dorothy stood on. 

His field pulses warmth upon seeing his friend, soaking in her calming company. “It is good to see you Dorothy” A gruff hum rumbles his massive frame, relaxing further.

"so optimus, has you playing babysitter today?" She asked with a smirk, trying to ruffle his plating. A scoffing snort bellows from Megatron's vents at the insinuation of playing nursemaid.

Twitch's laughter makes Megatron look up to watch as she flies around with Mo before their eyes and optics land on the ex-warlord. "Hi Mr Megatron!" A collection of voices call out, Dot laughs at her kids. "Believe it or not they seem to enjoy having you around, think they like you better than OP '' she states smugly. A rare soft chuckle rumbles from Megatron's frame. "Well if the Prime cannot appease youthful tastes, it seems his title means less than once assumed," he replies loftily, it earns him a small slap to his plating from Dorothy. 

Beside him, her own amusement rings sweet as Terran continues with their Shenanigans. Megatron's optics glint fondly. He didn't know how to voice his appreciation to the soldier turned ranger, she trusted him so willingly with her family and he would forever be thankful for that.  

Dot walks towards her work vehicle. "You gonna be alright dealing with all of them by yourself?. Alex shouldn't be far away" she replies while getting into the driver's seat and ready to head off to work. 

"Twitch Not fair only you and Nightshade can fly!" Hashtag calls out.

 

"Too bad bozo should have picked a better alt mode instead of a Ghost Van '' Twitch calls back as she takes off with their basketball before throwing in through the hoop.

This handful of newsparks posed no threat whatsoever, and he'd make sure they were protected while she was away.

"Worry not, I shall keep them entertained and out of trouble until your return" he rumbles, His massive frame shifts casually aside as Dot's vehicle rumbles past, optics following until taillights fade into rural tree line. Massive peds crunch soil as Megatron straightens, surveying once more. 

It's only once the kids mother has left do they go about doing their own things. 

Nightshade and Hashtag with little projects together. “Can you give me a tutorial on renovating?” Nightshade ask Hashtag as the two work away 

Jawbreaker finds himself sitting beside Megatron with Mo sitting in his lap. “But I never thought you had a grounded alt” Jawbreaker states while watching the ex Decepticon. “Much has changed since my time on cybertron and even while here on earth.” He starts. “I was once a miner, my Alt was that of a Mining Drill, it's only as of recently I've taken an alt mode of a flying type” he replies, a sad smile on his lips as he remembers. He's broken out of his memory when Twitch flies back in a panic. 

"There is someone on the property!, they didn't see me but i didn't stick around to get seen" She states and it makes all the young ones tense up. 

"You don't think it's GHOST again?" 

"It could be the neighbour!" Robbie states trying to calm everyone.

"Show me," he rumbles curtly to Twitch, striding toward the perimeter of the woodlands. His engine rumbles a warning growl. "Remain here. Stay out of sight, Little bird stay in drone mode in case it is GHOST."  The young terrans all retreat back into the barn watching. The wind whispers against his armour as he and Twitch move through the woods, Twitch stays close to Megatron's side hovering as they slowly scan the area. 

A loud whistle leaves a human as they move throughout the woodlands. "Bluey!" They call out while looking through the woods. "Blue! Come on!" They call before their eyes catch movements, they huff to themself moving closer hoping to find their dog. 

As they turn down another track they freeze when Scarlet optics linger on them, their body goes into fight or flight mode but instead of either they sand frozen to the spot hoping they hadn't been seen. Megatron freezes as well, optics narrowing to analyse the stranger before him. No weapon was drawn, but their presence alone was alarming. A low menacing growl rumbles leaves his intake, Twitch hovers over his shoulder plate quick to hide behind his back as she transformers, ember optics watching the human from behind Megatron as she clings to the large Mech. 

"Explain your business here, human," he demands. "You trespass" Twitch's faint glow flickers beside him, awaiting the answer that could mean swift action, depending on what the human said would decide how quickly she would fly back to the barn.

They fall to the ground moving backwards quickly. "BLUE!!" They shout loudly. The sound of heavy footsteps crunching against branches, leaf litter and rocks follow before a large cybernetic Dog stands in front of the human growling at Megatron. Its ears are pinned back as it barks loudly at the large Mech, guarding their human. 

Twitch's optics widen in shock. “No way you have a Robodog!” she squeals out in delight only for Megatron to make sure she stays behind him. 

 Megatron's optics narrow as he watches the Metal dog and vice versa. Bright blue optics watch his every move, the creature looked like a merge of cybertronian tech yet at the same time his scans said it was something different.

"Explain," he rumbles again, optics narrowing upon the trespassers. Loyalty to one's charge he respected, if nothing else. But his main concern was his charges and their safety. More footfall alerts Megatron to one of the children running towards them. Robbie pants as he catches up to Megatron, his eyes going wide when he sees his neighbour. “DON'T BLAST OUT NEIGHBOUR!" He yells loudly.

 

"You know them?" he asked Robbie who nodded. "Yea they leave across the woods, their another one of my Parents friend's!" He states only to flinch as the cyberdog sniffs him. its ears perk up and whines at the young man waiting for a pat. "Robbie?" The other human calls out in shock.

“Um Hey!, sorry about him” Robbie says sheepishly while patting the dog's face. "Um... when did you get a robot dog?" He asked his neighbour, they let out a groan as they continued laying on the ground. Crimson optics scan the pair, A rumbling purr vibrates his massive chassis, posture shifting from confrontational to watchful. "You seem acquainted. Explain yourselves further - why have these 'neighbours' not been introduced before now?" He asked Robbie. 

The young man turns back to Megatron. "Because the terrans are hiding from GHOST, Megatron," He states, but the shock of reality finally kicks in after he says those words. "We are all gonna be in deep shit when mom gets home," he says in a panic. Twitch perks up. "Ohhhhh, Robbie said a bad word! I'm telling mom!!" She shouts while flying out from behind Megatron's shoulder.

"Troubles abound it seems," he finally replies, his tone modulated into something approaching conciliatory. "Explanations are due. But not here, it isn't safe out here." Crimson optics scan the forest shadows. 

That's how they end up sitting in the Kitchen of the Malto's house with both Robbie and Mo, along with the Terrans watching them from windows and Megatron sitting on the ground beside the house watching. They slowly sip on their drink as the kids look at them with worry. "You're not going to tell anyone about the bots right?" Mo asked.

"What!, no, no! That would put Blue in more danger, I'm out here hiding him for the Government" they state. It makes all the terrans relax before questions fly about themself and their cyberdog. 

Megatron scans Blue appraisingly where the cyber-hound lies on the Doorstep near his Pede. He had never seen anything like this creature. He had his run in with turbofoxs and other creatures like on cybertron, but this one almost reminded him of Ravage in how protective they were of their human.

A sigh vents softly from Megatron's frame, he reaches out slowly running a servos over the dog's back which makes the mutt huff, before it rolls over in delight, soft chafing noises leave them. 

It's only when Alex returns that he realises something is up. "Kids... what's going on?" He asked his children. The older of the collect waves. "Um Hey Alex, you might wanna sit down" they call out to him. He nearly drops his shopping bags when he sees the Metallic Dog.

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[shoyoist]

ushijima loves to look at you,, during random times like you're just eating or doing the laundry and hes looking at you with the SOFTEST eyes,,

but it applies in bed too 👀

he loves seeing how you lose it, the way your brows furrow as you try to take his cock, the way your eyes flutter when you get close, how you throw your head back when he fucks u into oblivion ❤️

content: gn!reader, established relationship, unprotected + soft sex, size kink, body marking, slight breeding kink (thoughts), implied multiple rounds. note: thank you so much for sending this in hehe<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ wakatoshi just adores you so much, no matter what you're doing.

sometimes, ushijima can't fathom it. he thinks about it all the time — how someone so pretty, so sweet, so gentle and soft and perfect, can belong to him. and sometimes, he just can't believe it.

he takes his seat at the table every morning, waiting for you to walk over and give him his morning kiss before you go back to fixing him his breakfast, and he just watches you the entire time, enamoured.

you hum under your breath sometimes, a song you'd been playing on the radio the other day. squinting at labels on bottles and smiling in satisfaction at the warm, delicious smell of your cooking as you breathe it in. dressed in the little apron he'd picked out for you in your favourite colour, a splotch of syrup on it from when you'd done a taste test and dripped a little onto your chest.

he wants you to take another taste and go “mmm~” again because it was so incredibly adorable how you did it. he wants you to turn around and give him a smile, ask him if he'd like to test the taste for you. because he knows you'll giggle and tell him ‘you always say that, toshi!’ when he simply tells you that it tastes good.

you're just so cute, ushijima can barely handle it sometimes.

and his innocent thoughts about how pretty you are, how cute your voice is, how soft your hips and waist are as he pulls you in for a kiss, how slender and small your fingers are, how dewy your lips are and how lovely your eyes are—

they build up throughout the day, filling him to the brim and pulsating inside him, turning him into a ravenous, needy, love-filled force of nature by the end of the day. which is why he's so glad you help him let it all out when you go to bed for the night.

“hn—ngh! toshi, toshi!” his name rolls so pretty off your tongue, so soothing in his ear as you moan, your legs kicking out around his waist as he folds you in half, your knees to your chest as he slowly, steadily slides his thick, angry cock into you in one go.

you wrap around him so tight, the sticky warmth of you so good ushijima thinks he might go insane— but he holds steady, rolling his hips gently into you and holding back the heavy groan that wells at his throat when you clamp up around him, and you dig your nails into his muscled back. “toshi, so big!”

you tell him that every time. the same way he tells you every time that your cooking tastes good.

and just the same way he knows you love it each time he tells you that, he loves it when you whine so sweetly into his ear each time, that he's so big you can hardly take him.

“hah—” he grunts hoarsely through gritted teeth, meeting his hips to your ass with a little slap! that makes you throw your head back and moan. “take it, darling. you can take it.”

you're so full — so full and so stretched out, his cock pushing at every throbbing, tingling part of you, making you go dumb and dizzy just by bottoming out into you.

he moves back a little, a shiver coursing up his spine as he hears the wet, sloppy sound of his cock sliding out of your entrance, before thrusting back in— and your legs jerk up again, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his face closer to yours as you cry out his name.

he wants to be patient with you and let you adjust before he quickens his pace — but oh, he just can't wait. he wants to fuck you to bits, fill you all up.

the only warning you get is the way he adjusts his hold on your body, wrapping those big, beefy arms around your thighs and pushing you into the mattress with his weight as he towers over you—

and with the next snap of his heavy hips against yours, you're sent to the edge almost immediately. “ah! toshi—”

“good, good little thing for me,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he fucks into you and the pleasure seeps into his bones, cockhead kissing your sweetest spots just right, making you spasm around him so fucking well.

he watches as your eyes lose focus, face flushed and body coiling up around his strength and girth as he fucks you into a mindless mess without even trying. oh, he loves you so much.

he kisses you, a touch of his lips to your skin for each thrust and your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering as you cry his name out, squeaky little toshi! toshi! toshi!’s spilling from your parted lips as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, wanting you to feel so, so good as he makes you cum before filling you up.

“close, aren't you?” he mutters hazily, groaning as you drag your nails down his sweat-slicked back, the sharpness of them sure to leave marks on him. he can feel your orgasm coming. sees it on your pretty little face, the way your brows furrow and your eyes roll back into your head, full of anticipation.

“mmm,” you moan, arching your back and meeting the thrust of his cock as he pushes into you, letting out another pitchy “ah!” as he hits just fucking right — and the pressure, the stretch of his cock, the stars in your eyes, it all overwhelms you and pushes you over the edge.

”toshi!” you gasp, and ushijima knows your vision is going white. he loves what he's doing to you. “don't stop, toshi, ‘m cumming, god—”

and before you can even finish your sentence, he gives you one last thrust and lets out a hoarse, barely audible curse— and gives you a stuttered confession of his love before he comes to a stop and empties his hot, thick load into your hole. “fuck.”

there's another sharp, wet sound of skin hitting skin as he falls into your warm embrace, and he breathes in, smelling himself on you as he kisses you, feeling his cum fill you up and spill out, making a mess between your bodies and on the sheets. “hnngh, toshiiii,” you whine his name, fucked out just by the first round.

he kisses you again and again, loving how pretty you are and how pretty the space where his body connects to yours looks all messy with your cum and his, loving how you tangle your arms and legs around him, whining his name over and over like a precious little toy.

oh, how ushijima loves looking at you. you're just so lovely to him. especially when you're under him like this.

[badathumanemotions]

Feelings of Ecstasy

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Spiked Drinks, Sex Pollen, DubCon, Drugged Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sort of Dominate Spencer, Breeding Kink WC:2,195 Summery: Spencer and reader go out for a drink after work. Their drinks are spiked with a sex pollen like drug. (Not Proof Read) You know what, Spence?" Y/N said, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a tired smile, "I think we've earned this." She held up two cold beer bottles, the condensation beading like tiny diamonds in the neon light of the bar.

Spencer chuckled, his eyes lighting up with a hint of relief. "Agreed, Y/N," he said, taking the bottle she offered. "Cheers to another successful case."

Their clinking bottles echoed through the bustling bar, mingling with the chatter of the patrons and the jukebox playing an old rock song in the corner. The scent of stale beer and faint whiff of greasy food filled the air, but to them, it was the sweet smell of victory and a well-deserved break. They were off the clock, and the weight of their jobs at the BAU had been temporarily lifted.

In the midst of their celebration, a sudden crash jolted them out of their conversation. A group of rowdy patrons had knocked over a chair, sending it skidding across the sticky floor. The commotion drew their eyes, and in that split second, an unseen hand reached out from the shadows. It was swift, almost ghostly in its precision, and by the time their gazes returned to their drinks, their beers had been adulterated with a clear, odourless liquid.

Y/N took a sip of her beer, unaware of the potent concoction now swirling within it. The first few moments were unchanged—the cool, bitter taste of the ale sliding down her throat, the bubbles tickling her nose. But then, it hit her—a warm, tingling sensation that spread from her fingertips to her toes. She looked at Spencer, his cheeks slightly flushed, and realized he was feeling it too.

"Do you feel… strange?" she asked, setting her bottle down with a shaky hand. Spencer nodded, his gaze unfocused. "Yeah, I… I don't know what's happening."

Within minutes, the bar swirled around them like a kaleidoscope, the colors bleeding into one another, the faces of the patrons distorting into a blur of smiles. The music grew louder, the lights brighter, until the only clear thought was escape. They stumbled out, the cool night air slapping them in the face, sobering them just enough to realize they needed to get away from the there.

Somehow, through the fog of their minds, they managed to make it to Y/N's apartment. The journey was a series of disjointed moments—a cab ride, Spencer fumbling with his wallet, the sound of her keys jingling in the lock.

Inside, the safety of the familiar surroundings did little to abate the confusion. Spencer's thoughts swam in a haze of doubt and need, his instincts telling him that he should be concerned about their compromised drinks, but the drug whispered seductively, pushing those worries aside. The room was a whirlwind of sensation—colours more vivid than ever, the fabric of the couch feeling like the softest velvet under their fingertips, the scent of Y/N's perfume intoxicatingly potent.

Spencer's body felt hot, his heart racing in his chest. He looked up at Y/N, her eyes meeting his with a sudden intensity that made him feel like he was drowning. The fire grew stronger, and with it, an overwhelming need to touch her, to claim her in a way that was both primal and utterly consuming.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, her breaths shallow. She licked her lips, and Spencer could see the desire reflected in her gaze. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with something neither of them could ignore. They both knew what was happening, but neither spoke of the sex pollen like drug that they had been dosed with. It was as if the very fabric of their reality had been altered, and all that remained was the raw, unbridled lust that now ruled them. Finally able to give in and act on their mutual desire.

He took a step closer to her, and she didn't back away. Instead, she leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips, pulling her closer. The friction of their clothes was unbearable, the need to feel her bare skin against his own driving him to the brink of madness. He kissed her, hard and deep, his tongue invading her mouth as if he could taste the very essence of her soul.

Their kiss grew more frantic, more desperate. Spencer's hand found its way under her shirt, his rough touch sending electric shocks through her body. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. They stumbled backward, knocking over a chair in their haste to be closer, to feel more of each other. When they reached the bed, Spencer pushed her down, his hands already working at the fastening of her pants. He needed to be inside her, to feel her warmth enveloping him, to fill her completely with his desire.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he pushed her legs apart, his gaze never leaving hers. He lowered himself onto her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. The need to have him was like a living thing inside her, demanding to be satiated. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his erection, guiding him to her entrance. He paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation, before plunging into her with a force that made them both gasp.

Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself, driven by the potent pollen that had taken over their senses. Spencer's thrusts grew harder, more demanding, as if he was trying to reach a place deep within her that no one else had ever touched. Y/N's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the friction between their bodies, the sounds of their passion filling the space.

Their climax was explosive, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building. But even as they rode the waves of their release, the hunger for more didn't abate. Spencer pulled out of her, only to push back in again, his movements relentless. He was going to fill her with his seed, mark her as his own, no matter how much she begged for mercy.

Their moans grew louder, echoing through the room, their bodies slick with sweat. They were lost in a world of pure, unadulterated lust, and neither wanted it to end. Every stroke brought them closer to the edge, only to pull them back, prolonging the sweet agony. It was a battle of wills, a struggle for dominance, and yet, they were both equally enslaved to the desire that consumed them.

The room spun around them, the air thick with the scent of arousal. They were a tangled mess of limbs and passion, each movement a declaration of war against the invisible force that had taken control of their bodies. And as they reached their peak once more, their eyes locked, the intensity of their connection reaching a new level, they both knew that the night was far from over. The sex pollen had only just begun to do its work, and they were both powerless to resist its siren call.

Spencer pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and rolled Y/N onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind, his hands digging into her flesh as he claimed her with renewed vigor. She screamed his name, her voice hoarse from the moans and pleas that had already spilled from her lips. The bed frame creaked under their weight, a testament to the frenzied pace they had set.

Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip that had him seeing stars. He knew he was close again, his balls tightening with every thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it mercilessly. Y/N's back arched, her body responding to his touch like it was programmed to do so. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her orgasm building.

He didn't let up, pushing deeper, harder, until she was on the brink. With one final, brutal thrust, he sent her over the edge, her pussy convulsing around him. He roared his release, filling her up with hot spurts of cum, his hips jerking with the force of it. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent, but the lust still pulsing through their veins like a drug.

For a moment, they lay there, panting, trying to catch their breath. But the respite was short-lived. The pollen's grip on them was unrelenting, and soon, their hands were roaming again, their kisses growing more urgent. They had become addicted to the feeling of each other, unable to get enough, as if every touch was a lifeline to sanity in a world gone mad with desire. And as the night grew darker, their cries grew louder, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion that neither of them could ever forget.

Spencer's mind was a haze of need, his thoughts consumed by the single goal of impregnating Y/N. He rolled her onto her back, his eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. He had to see her stomach swollen with his child, her breasts heavy with milk, her body forever changed by the life they would create together. It was a primal urge that overrode any rational thought, reducing him to his most basic instincts.

He kissed her again, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth as his hands moved over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. His cock was already hard again, demanding more, eager to fill her once more. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid back inside her. The heat of her body was like a brand, searing him with the knowledge that she was his, and always would be.

Her hips bucked up to meet him, her nails scoring his back, urging him deeper. He knew she felt it too, the all-consuming need to be one, to create something new and beautiful together. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their hearts racing in time with the rhythm of their lovemaking. The room was a blur of sweat and heat, the only reality the feeling of skin on skin, the sound of their breaths mingling in the stillness of the night.

And as they reached their climax once more, their eyes locked, Spencer knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had crossed a line, succumbed to a desire so intense it had stripped them bare of all their defences. He continued to thrust, his seed spilling into her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible. He whispered her name over and over, a mantra that echoed through the room, a declaration of ownership that was as fierce as it was tender.

Their bodies shuddered with the power of their release, the force of it leaving them trembling and gasping. But even as the intensity began to wane, the need didn't. They were trapped in a cycle of passion, driven by the sex pollen that had taken over their senses. They had become slaves to their desires, and there was no escape.

The night stretched on, a never-ending tapestry of pleasure and pain, of love and obsession. They didn't speak of the future, didn't whisper sweet nothings into the darkness. They didn't need to. The bond that had formed between them was stronger than words, stronger than anything they had ever known. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, they knew that no matter what the morning brought, they would never be the same again. The pollen had changed them, bound them together in a way that no one else could ever understand.

Spencer brushed the hair from Y/N's face, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and possession. He wanted to see her grow round with his child, the thought made him hard again, his body responding to the idea of claiming her so completely, so utterly. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that spoke of forever, of a bond that could never be broken.

The pollen had done its work, and now they were truly one. And as the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, they both knew that the night had only just begun. They had so much more to explore, so much more to experience together. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the here and now, the passion that burned between them like an eternal flame. They were bound by lust, by love, by the promise of new life growing within her. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still intertwined, they were already planning for the next round, eager to see if the next time would be the one that made their deepest desires come true.

[megangovier]

His personal toy

Pairing: Mean!Michael x Fleshlight! fem reader

Summary: You're no one but a doll for him to be used wherever and whenever.

Warnings: 18+ only // rough sex // slight dub-con // marks // degrading // demeaning // biting // blood kink // mdni

Things will get dark, so if you're uncomfortable please move along ⚠️

All fictional 🖤

Michael was known to do what he wanted with people, didn't care who he hurt. As long as he got some gratification from it. You were currently on your hands and knees, back arching and ass up in the air on the sofa, face ingrained in the pillow. Michael stood behind you with a look of lust and manic in his eyes, he didn't care about what you wanted, you were there to fill his needs and his desires couldn't care less about how you felt, whether you wanted it or not. Thinking about making you not want it was making his dick hard, he wanted to feel how wet you were for him and only him, you were his fucktoy to use, in public and in private.

The way his handprint was still ingrained on your backside was funny to him, he loved seeing you in uncomfortable positions, looked like your legs was aching and back was hurting but he didn't care. Unzipping his trousers, your pussy clenching around nothing "so fucking pathetic, I can see you want this, the way your body had betrayed you so long ago, how stupid of you". You couldn't do anything but cry, which made him laugh "awe, silly little lamb crying". As you tried to move your leg as it had gone to sleep, Michael pushed your head back down onto the pillow, wiping your tears along with it.

"You're going to take this, you're going to take ALL of it, in that useless used up pussy of yours" a whine left your throat, you couldn't just out run Michael as he would overpower you. His hands was now on your already bruised hips, the bruises he made with his fingers digging into your sides when he lifted you up over his shoulder. The reason you ended up in this position was because you decided to mess with his knives and hid them in places only you knew where to hide them. So here you are, underneath Michael with his chest against your back, strong hands on your sides with his monster cock plowing inside your warm pussy.

"Michael I can-" a slap across the ass made your pussy clench around him. "shut up, let me just enjoy you, just lie there and pretend like you're enjoying it slut". You couldn't see the once brown colour in his eyes, it was now replaced by a dark entity, this wasn't Michael who was destroying your insides but something else. He was like an animal, didn't have a sense of careness at all, you must of messed up big time for him to change his eye colour to a pair soulless ones. Michael had pulled you towards him by your hips, feet hanging off the edge with his teeth in your neck.

Growls had erupted from his throat, tasting the metallic on his tongue a twitch of his cock could be felt on your sensitive clit "I'm about t-" Michael slapped your ass again "do i need to stuff my finger's in your mouth slut? Just to get you to shut up" a shook of the head made him smile behind the mask. "Good, now I'm not going to stop until I know I'm satisfied" a manical laugh left his lips. His pace was animalistic, the sounds of slapping echoing through the walls, the headboard creaking, dust slowly falling onto the floor. You couldn't believe how much pent up anger he has inside of him, you've never seen him like this before.

@toxicanonymity 🖤

[rodolfoparras]

angels I hope you do get better there !! sprinkling some of the smut here to help you feel better, AGAIN INSPIRED BY YOUR PERVERT PRICE DRABBLES CUZ BY LORD I'm boutta yeet myself across time and space (help me AAA)

You've been working in the Task Force 141 team for awhile now— having given a chance to unveil yourself at the field with skills you've honed over the years is such a wonderful feeling. You find yourself fortunate to be working with some of the most finest, open-minded people over there, and recently work, the missions have been rougher around the edges. It's nothing you can't handle of. Except for one: the captain himself, John Price.

Now, you find him fascinating— the man is THE brilliant man, having lead through the plans with precision and professionalism, his tactics and skills are handy by time. One of the many reason you've come to respect and admire the male. But little do you know that Price is.. rather infatuated with you. Do you even notice how he always sticks to you whenever you both training or practice shooting together? How your clothes always seems to disappear whenever Price had come by to drink whiskey with you? How he'd always crossed his legs together whenever you're with him?

You do notice Price started to wear a throat mic when the heli is taking the team towards the location, and how some of the wiring bits are all tangled up.

"Hey, Cap, need help with that?" You gestures towards the item, and he looked confused as he tries to check it with his hand. "Here let me help."

Did you know that he purposely fuck it up so he can get your hands around him? Once he saw Graves (he rather not mentioned that name) wore it when they worked together before, immediately the idea of it resembling a collar made him blush, and with how your big hands almsot wrapped around his throat, fuck does he wishes you can punish him for being a bad, horny dog.

Want to know something that's even more dangerous? He's wearing a cage of your favourite colour. Little cute one, pushing his big cock to the smallest size. Hey, it helps by covering his erection, and while before he didn't think he could get it up again, just the voice of you booming through the base and teaching the recruits, is enough to make him hard and fuck himself on his finger (How convenient that his office window has the direct view of the training ground) Did he take the cage off? No, the only time he did was to pissed and god, he's getting hard again at the thought of how your piss would taste like. Bitterness from the coffee or the sweetness of your desserts?

The only time you almost catch him is when you had to ask for the report of the recent mission, and before you could knock on his room door, (he's nowhere by the office or anywhere else at the base) you can hear some sort of noise— oh,you're not that daft to not know.

"F— Fuck Daddy! I can't, you're too big.." You fucking hate how that nickname earned a twitch from your cock, and how you shouldn't be listening in, whoever Price is with not of your concern. "Have no mercy one me.."

The sounds of skin slapping skin is enough for you to palm your hardening cock under your cargo pants, looking around to see if there's any soldiers passing by. That is until you heard a title, your title. With your name.

"Yes, yes, put me in my place! I'm your toy, AH! Use me, mark me.." God the filth of that mouth..

The moment he screamed daddy again, you had accidentally spilled all over your boxer and rushes towards your room.

He does noticed how you kept getting flustered around him the day after, clueless to your eardrops act, but he does love how his object of obsession keep crossing his legs as he does now. Oh the tension, Price rather love that and he thinks he's gonna play the pervert captain role for MUCH longer.

-🪂 anon

I AM GOING TO GO FUCKING INSSANE JESUS CHRIST HONEY BEE????:;!: I GENUINELY DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO THIS EXCEPT FOR THE FSCT THAT OTS THE HOTTESR THINH IVE READ??? Let me reeead this a couple of times before I speak more in it there’s genuinely so many parts of this that I need to just soak up for a good moment

[millerscoffee]

Hiii bee 🐝 congrats on 500 followers!!

How about....Joel Miller with “Breathe through your nose.” for the prompt?

thank you SOOO much mari ♡ what a life hehe. oh i think i can do that

all for you

1042 words | joel miller x reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: established relationship, face fucking (m receiving), blindfold, um erotic asphyxiation for a blip - oops!!!, after care, sharing a bath, size difference, size kink, dom!joel but soft!dom joel yknow, the L word is said

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

This was messy.  Joel had you flung across the bed with your head dangling, and the blindfold over your eyes made it impossible to tell where he was.  But you can hear the heavy thud of his footsteps as they come closer to you and your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to find any sort of purchase.  You were already getting dizzy.

“This for me?” You don’t mean to jump when his thumb circles your mouth, but you can’t see and your senses are on overdrive – everything going to your center.  You swiftly invite him into your mouth, hot and wet and a vice for anything he has.  He knows that, and utilises it skillfully.  He pulls his thumb back, stifling a grunt when you pop off of him.

“All for you.”

It starts with the sound of metal, his belt unlatching.  Then the unzipping of his jeans.  You swear you hear the sound of skin slapping skin, but any thought is replaced by the salty taste of precum that covers your lips like gloss.  You rapidly lick over your lips, making contact with the head of his cock and you borderline coo at the mix of feelings inside of you.

Then, he paints the head of his cock back and forth on your pliable lips, mutters praises of the plush set of lips in front of him before exploring your mouth – slowly at first, then all at once.

And to feel him, to taste him, with the blindfold is intense.  Your mouth pulls wider than you think it does when he’s buried to the hilt of your throat, and you have to flare your nostrils out to get a good breath, to not completely sputter all over him.  But he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he’s more in favour of using you and asking questions later.

So his hips jut forward, slow at first, then a steady fast rhythm and you cough a little – needing to adjust and you push him a little, enough for him to fall out of you as you gasp for breath.

“Nuh uh, you ain’t doin’ that, I’ll tie you up,” he warns, but you kinda like the threat.�� Maybe you push harder next time.  You don’t get the choice to think anymore because he’s got your throat again, cock right in the back of it.  “Such a hot fuckin’ mouth for me.”

But really, he’s so big, stubbornly so that your body is rattling to take it.

Not that Joel cares, it makes him more deplorable.  Makes him meaner, to see you struggle.  He takes his hand underneath his balls to clamp your nose shut teasingly.  Your thighs shuffle on the bed and his trifling ass chuckles. 

“Aw, breathe through y’er nose, baby,” he’s so menacing – so mean as you struggle for air, your senses overcome by the sawing of his cock down your throat and an inability to breathe through your nose because of his strong clamp.  And god, you love it, you love being used like this, but it’s getting to be too much – you tap his thigh and he’s quick to let go and even quicker to pull out of your mouth.

You’re gasping, drooling, practically drowning in precum and saliva.

“Colour, darlin’”

“Green,” you choke out, and before you can even get your bearings he’s shoving inside your throat again, his hand overtop of it as he fucks you.  You’re gagging, spit spilling over your eyes under the blindfold and you can sense he’s close just by how he tastes.  By how the swell of his cock is getting bigger, if you could imagine it.  Your jaw burned deliciously.

“Shit – so fuckin’ good for my cock.  M’right there, sit tight.”  your eyes roll back behind the cloth now that you’ve adjusted, now that his hand tightens around your throat as he uses it.  All outright, yet symbolic – he owns you.  Owns this throat, owns you enough to use you when he wants.  And you, you want to be good for him.  You want to lie still enough so he can work himself in the suction of your willing mouth, but hum muffles praises to send vibrations all throughout the length of him.

“Fuck – fuck, honey!  I’m cummin’, perfect… fuckin’...,” Joel is too busy, too preoccupied to even finish his sentence because before you know it his hot seed is spilling inside; strong and bitter, right down your throat.  You swallow repeatedly to quell it from coming out of your nose, and once he’s done, he pulls out of you.  You can breathe again.

---

Once the blindfold is off, Joel runs a bath for you.  Picks you up and strips you bare.  His eyes are soft as they dance over your figure, his large hand folds out of your to take and you step inside the tub.  The perfect temperature, filled with scents you told him you liked.

He may not use them for himself, but he pays attention.  He wants to be a part of what you like.

“S’this okay?” And fuck, for someone so determined to be dominant earlier, he looks so shy.  So soft, his curls sticking to his forehead.

“Wish you were in here,” you mutter, blinking with wide eyes at how fucked your voice sounds – you both giggle your reaction, though yours is a little more hoarse.

“Y’think we can both fit in there?”  he raises a brow at you, and you look over his broad frame.  The length of his shoulders, his body so firm and solid and you nod.  “We’ll make it work.”

So you shift your body forward, and he scoots behind you once he strips naked.  It’s slow, and the water tempts to spill over, but he eventually can rest back and you lean back in response.  A deep belly hum comes over him and you do the same.

“S’nice,” he whispers, palming broad strokes over your petite shoulders in comparison.  Water sloshing, you rest your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you,” he noses your hair, arms around you protectively, “my whole world.”

You know he means it.  You close your eyes, letting the warmth of the water surround you both.

You’ve never felt safer.

[howlyourmelancholy]

Closer

summary: in which you hate each other.

warnings: light restraints; (james used his tie). spanking. dom/sub undertones. reader and james are both subborn af. james is also a bit of an arse.

words: 734.

notes: you can thank nine in nails for the title of this one. its shorter then i'd have liked it to be but i was on a time crunch, sorry loves.

To say that you and James Potter hated each other was too kind of a word. The two of you loathed each other with every fibre of your beings and beat of your hearts; when you spoke, the hatred was palpable, radiating from the both of you in near tangible waves.

It was for that reason that your current predicament would come as a complete surprise. You were on his bed with your hands tied at the small of your back with his Gryffindor tie looped tightly around your wrists. James had a hand fisted in your hair to push your cheek into the mattress while he teased the tip of his cock between your slick folds, leaving your hips twisting for more, which he was refusing to give you.

"Say it." He demanded as his cock hit your clit, leaving you clenching around nothing. James knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn't prepared to give it to you until you gave him what he wanted. His hand landed on your arse, the fat of your left cheek bouncing and jiggling as you squealed. James had never been gentle with you; he never would be. "Tell me what you want."

"No."

Even in your ears, your voice sounded weak and small. You hated how it wavered with the intensity of the desire he'd ignited in the pit of your stomach. He growled above you, and you heard him suck in a breath through his teeth. It was your only warning before his hand landed on your ass again, in the same spot, harder this time, leaving a perfect imprint of his palm on your skin.

He whistled lowly as your skin deepened in colour. He could make out the shape of all five fingers and could see the blood rushing to the surface of your skin. Suddenly he was shadowed over you, his chest pressing into your back and his abdomen against your hands. You wriggled impatiently and tugged at your wrists, his tie chaffing them. James pulled hard on your hair, forcing your head back so he could brush his lips along the shell of your ear. You whimpered. The position pushed his cock deeper between your folds so that the length of him was resting along your slit, which drooled around him.

"Come on," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He bucked his hips against you teasingly, the slap of his pelvis hitting your arse echoing sinfully loud around the empty room. You whined pathetically. "Be a good girl. Say you want my cock."

He was wearing you down so fucking quickly. You wanted to be a brat; you wanted to deny him what he wanted, but your cunt was drooling. You bit hard at the inside of your cheek, teeth gnashing until you tasted blood.

“No.” You repeated.

His hand came down hard, and without warning, the resounding crack of his palm on your left cheek made a sickening echo. You squealed, your hips twisting to escape the assault, tears springing from your eyes, and slick looking at your core.

"Don't fucking test me, or you're not cumming at all tonight. Or this week."

“Please.” You mumbled, his threat encouraging your voice. You knew that he was deadly serious. He would edge you into oblivion before he let you cum. You swore you heard him smile above you.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck my pussy—ah!"

He slammed into you without preamble, seating himself comfortably within your snug walls. The stretch of his cock bordered between pleasure and pain, as it always did, his sudden intrusion punching the air from your lungs. James filled you so completely, pressing as deep as he could, right up against your cervix or somewhere in the back of your throat.

He kept his hand in your hair and pushed your face into the mattress again, muffling the sounds of your pornographic moans. James fucked you like he always did, hard and fast, without mercy. He never treated you like a person but rather like a toy—an object to take his frustrations out on, a hole to fill with cum. But you liked it, and he knew you did. The wet squelching of your cunt clinging to him each time he pulled out and pushed back in was a clear indication that you got off on his behaviour.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

[blueyellow8green]

TBOSAS: my second read annotations

"Who were all these people hanging around on a weekday at the zoo? Didn't they have jobs? Shouldn't the children be in school? No wonder the country was such a mess." (P.49)

Annotation: omg he sounds like a Tory, boy shut upppp

"Without turning he knew it was the girl, his girl, and he felt immense relief that he was not entirely alone." (P.49)

Annotation: you cannot convince me he sees Lucy Gray as an equal. His possession isn't romantic it's degrading.

"She ran her thumb over the glossy, white surface and slipped the petal into her mouth, closing her eyes to savour the flavour. 'Tastes like bedtime.'" (p.42)

Annotation: Literally consuming the symbol of his wealth -> foreshadowing him leaving the capital for her/because of her.

"She parceled out her roses like diamonds, though, so it has taken a good bit of persuasion to get this beauty." (P.38)

Annotation: roses - Snow's symbol from a sought gift and sign of wealth, plus ties to his mother. In THG they (the roses) are all white (a lack of colour representing Lucy?) and used as threats.

Addition: I think some of the rose symbolism for snow is obvious of course. Something beautiful but with thorns. And him gifting one to Lucy Gray as a token that represents him being another sign of ownership which creeps up throughout. And this parallels his interactions with Katniss and the rose in Mockingjay where it serves as a reminder that he will always own her.

"'Imagine how terrified she must be, Coryo,' Tigris has said. 'How alone she must feel If it was me, anything you could do to make you feel like you cared about me would go a long way. No, more than that. Like I was of value.'" (p.37-38)

Annotation: The way she has to remind him about empathy.... Snow is not an empath.

Addition: Tigris spitting bars as usual.

"The mayor glowered at the camera as he slapped his hand into the second bag and pulled several slips out. A few fluttered down to the stage as he read the remaining paper. 'The District Twelve boy tribute is Jessup Diggs.'" (p.29)

Annotation: the sealing of fate done so carelessly? Doesn't the boy even deserve grace?

Addition: something about this just hurt, after Lucy Gray slipped the snake down Mayfair's dress the Mayor doesn't even have the courtesy to be careful picking out a name. And the way the other names fall it truly is just terrible luck for Jessup, any of those names could have been it. It really hits how many children stand on the execution block at this moment.

"This District 12 girl? Could there be a bigger slap in the face?" (P.22)

Annotation: foreshadowing (or preshadowing) Katniss. Snows weakness since the beginning has been underestimating the districts. And his own self-imposed importance

"'You forget I'm part of that litter,' said Sejanus hoarsley."

Annotation: oh Sejanus baby :/

"He thought of people putting a price on her [Tigris]. With her long, pointed nose and skinny body... She had a sweetness, a vulnerability that invited abuse... The idea made him feel sick and helpless, and consequently, disgusted with himself." (P.4)

Annotation: weren't so disgusted to not do it to Finnick though we're you?

Addition: Collins very neatly tries to handle SA as a topic in a way that is palatable to the age range of her books whilst also not dismissing it. On a series built on exploitation it would be a disservice to recognise the role SA does play in this on all sides. It's especially interesting how Snow later becomes an abuser and SA facilitator when it suits him despite his revulsion here. I don't know if that's because he cares about Tigris or the damage to their reputation if she sold her body as he is alluding too.

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I don't normally do posts like this and I doubt people care but if you do wanna see more feel free to let me know! Also had no idea how to format these so included text IDs below for accessibility/legibility. Anyway have my dumb thoughts.

[nevereverthem]

Imagine : ✨ ⛓️Bonnie Bennett x Kai Parker ⛓️✨

Part 2 !

Length : 2k

Warning : a little smut

[Part 1 here]

[Previously.... on The Vampire Diaries Imagine....]

_ Bonnie Bennett.... I didn't know you had that of a wicked side.

Her grip on his neck tightens. She moves her head closer to his, lips an inch away from his own. So close she's able to swallow the air coming from the whimper escaping his mouth.

_ You have no idea.

[Now....]

His skin burns, excited by her words, suffering from the chains. He whispers.

_ Show me.

His signature grin's back on, challenging her. Bonnie's learnt best than to give in his mind games, but if she was to play, she would be the one in charge.

A mischievous smile grows on her face along with the idea on her mind. A second later, she's straddling him, hips colliding with his. Her hand never leaving the back of his neck, she looks deep inside his eyes, enjoying the arrogance slipping away.

Feeling her body pressed against his own sends a jolt of arousal through Kai's skin. The chains tighten around him. He chews on his inner cheek, holding back a whimper through closed lips. The witch is close enough to catch the light sound coming from the man in front of her.

_ You were saying ?

He doesn't know if he'd rather rip that stupid smile off of her face with an aneurysm, or kiss it away. The former not even being an option since the restraints are here to prevent the usage of his magic. He bites back.

_ Show me !

His stubbornness makes her smile wider, escaping a subtle laugh.

_ You sure you want to see ? You wouldn't rather have a taste ?

Kai eyes her up and down, unsure, but thrilled by the thought of what she could be insinuating. There's a little constriction coming from the chains that he quickly shrugs away.

With her hand, the witch moves strands of hair from one side of her neck, leaving the other side completely bare, exposed to the heretic in front of her. He's wide-eyed, inhaling sharply. He can't help but stare at the bare skin offered to him, a low cry of pain-arousal slipping from his lips.

Bonnie tilts her head to the side for a better display. She slides her index finger along her neck in a seductive way, over and over again. She speaks slowly, voice mellow, emphasising each syllable.

_ I bet you must be really thirsty. All those hours knocked out. You surely need a drink to gain your energy back.

The man can hear the veins in her throat, the sound spreading through his mind until there's nothing left but that desire.... blood.... her blood.... Veins appear below his eyes. His irises change colour. His fangs come out.

In the corner of her eye, Bonnie catches him trying to contain himself, releasing light whippers. The whole scene makes her giggle in satisfaction. She wants him to beg. She wants him to BEG ! Beg as if his life depends on it. Beg for the mercy she has no intention of giving him.

_ You hear this ? All this blood just pumping away....

That's enough ! This filthy little witch is having way too much fun....

She had in fact no intention of letting him bite her neck. However, Kai's bloodlust gives him an extra hit of vampire-adrenaline, meaning he manages to extend his head and bite her.

It happens in a snap of a finger. His fangs pierce through her skin. She cries out of pain. He sucks a few drops of her blood, before welcoming a wave of spams caused by the chains, making him hurt and moan simultaneously.

Bonnie takes advantage of his open mouth to tug on his neck and free herself from the hold he had on her throat. She shoves him flat to the chair, stabbing daggers through his eyes.

The man wears a satisfied expression on his face, hungrily licking the blood remaining on his teeth. He sighs contently.

_ The blood of a Bennett. How sweet !

The witch wants to tell him off, slap his face, give him an aneurysm, make him regret his gesture.... The more she stares at his expression, the more her annoyance fades.... replaced by another feeling. The way he looks at her.... Pupils dilated, eyes exuding desire. Face reddened by the constant conflict between pain and pleasure. Chest heaving from the sharp intakes of breath. Her blood running down his chin. Messy eater. She's so lost in observation that she unconsciously ignores his snarky remark. He's an aroused bloody mess.

She can't help but feel the boner that had grown in his pants. It brushes right on her intimacy in a delicious way. She would not admit how damp her panties are right now. Is it showing through her pair of jeans ? She's clearly enjoyed manhandling her toy a lot more than she had expected. She's all flustered now, her breathing increasing in anticipation....

It may be the best or the worst idea she's ever had, but at this moment she doesn't care. She's gone far to that point, and she does not intend on going back. So, with her thumb, she wipes the remaining blood off of Kai's chin, then proceeds to apply it on her own lips.

It seems like time has stopped. The heretic's mesmerized by the witch's action. It is as if she's just hypnotized her victim. He doesn't move an inch under her touch. The chains react to his excitement, earning himself a tight discomfort. He stays still, only opening his mouth to let out a wanting moan.

_ Bon ?

And just like that, she's kissing him, soft at first. She rapidly pulls back, hesitant for a moment, searching for an answer in the man's figure. All she's able to see are his lips reaching for hers before they're linked again.

They both smile in the kiss, Kai's smirk being way too self-satisfied. The witch gives him a quick aneurysm, equivalent to a bang on the head, enough to confuse him an instant.

A mocking grin appears on her face, and she kisses him yet again. It's angrier now, more passionate. All the manipulations, the trauma, the unprocessed suffering.... All is shared in that frustrated exchange of saliva.

She starts grinding on him, eyes closed, swallowing his cries of pain and pleasure mixed. She's been holding back for so long, restraining a part of herself. She's here now. She wants, she takes. Kai's harmless at the moment. He's not leaving this place, and nobody has to know what happens there. What happens in the prison world, stays in the prison world. That's what she tries to convince herself of.

A halo forms around them, magic building up through their pleasure, getting the karaoke television all blurry from the static electricity.

Kai's a bit shocked at first but pleased all the same. He kisses her back, focusing on the feeling of her lips against his own, rather than the pain his arousal causes him. His hips move with hers to get the friction he desperately craves. He's fast to meet her pace, his hips raising from the chair to rub his sex on her wet area, eliciting moans of pleasure from the horny little witch.

He's whimpering through the kiss, the chains constricting around his body more and more. His pleasure is sort of intensified by the pain coming from the restraints. And of course, the chains react to his sensations. It's a vicious, or should he say virtuous, cycle. He wants to touch her so bad, but he can't. He doesn't dare ask. He knows she'd refuse to free him anyway.

The taste of blood added to all he feels right now gets his head spinning. This time, he unintentionally bites at her lower lip. The witch gasps at the sensation and abruptly pulls away from the kiss. She brings a finger to her lip, then looks at the liquid she's gathered on her digit.... She's bleeding.

All their movements have stopped. They're both panting. Bonnie's eyes are not leaving the blood on her finger. Kai's close from pleading the witch not to end their little game. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at her bloody lips. Swollen from the kiss, red from the bite.

_ Naughty boy....

At her words, the man raises his head to look at her face. She wears an infuriated expression, eyes dark from rage, but also filled with lust. The mixed feelings he gets from her make his grin reappear. The game is far from over.

Before he can retort anything, the witch presses her hand on the back of his head and shoves his lips to hers. She doesn't waste her time being soft and aggressively bites at his lip, pulling with her teeth. The bite is so violent, her attempt at getting him to bleed in return is a success.

_ Ouch !

The man can't pull away, the witch's already sucking at his lower lip. She swallows his blood to heal her wounds. There's the recent one on her lip, but there's the more important one on her throat. She had forgotten about this bite which had been bleeding all along while she was lost in her sexual hunger. She was ignoring her dizziness, but now that she's healed, she feels way better.

Kai lets out a moan of satisfaction, the pain already replaced by a more pleasant sensation. When she finally frees his mouth, his grin's even more playful. The witch glances at his eyes.... Is it pride she sees in them ?

_ You would make a great vampire. Already got the instinct.

He winks at her, the insinuation making its way through Bonnie's mind.

_ Shut up.

Right after spitting out these words, the witch's hands wrap around his head. She gives him a direct and extremely painful aneurysm. He cries out of agony, the sounds muffled by a kiss. She feels the excruciating pain through his lips, sharing the sensations.

A few never-ending seconds later, she releases him. The aneurysm stops. Kai's completely disoriented. All he's able to understand is that there's a woman on top of him, grinding against his boner, wrists crossed behind his head. Their foreheads are not touching but they're so close he can feel her breath on his face. He observes her a moment, admiring her face torned by pleasure. Mouth agape. Moans slipping out of her lips. A sound he didn't know he had waited all these years to hear.

_ Beautiful.

Bonnie's mind catches his statement. She doesn't repond. She doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to hear. She just wants to feel. She's in a spiral, grinding frenetically against his erection. She rubs her clit against his hard member again and again, getting the friction that she wants, the friction that she needs.

Magic grows around them, threatening to explode. Glass cracking, music distorted....

Kai is utterly fucked ! His head hurts, his whole body's on fire. He's lost in sensations. The kissing, the blood, the friction, the chains, the pain, the magic.... and her....

_ Fuck !

He's wrecked ! Strangled moans escape his mouth, the chains constricting even more around his body. He's in pain, in pleasure. Relentlessly hurting and healing thanks to his vampiric side. In a constant fire. Lighting up and dying down, smoke literally emanating from his body.

The witch can't control the sounds coming out of her mouth. She's in a sort of trance, letting go so hard she's not aware of her own actions anymore. There's no holding back. Evil, not evil. To hell any consideration, no pun intended. She's stopped questioning anything. She just wants to feel. No obligation. Just her, and him....

A moment later, her orgasm crashes over her, the magic surrounding them blowing everything up. The television crashes on the floor. Tables and chairs break. Glasses shatter....

The sudden earsplitting sounds finally reach Bonnie, breaking her out of her trance. When she opens her eyes, there's a panting figure before her face, catching his breath as she does.

_ Better when it stops....

Kai notices her frowning at him. He clarifies.

_ Talking about the music here.

He chuckles, offering her a well pleased smile, biting on his lower lip. The remaining glimmer in his eyes gets the witch all confused.

_ I.... You....

Did he.... ?

Bonnie tentatively extends a hand and slowly lift his shirt, revealing a white-ish fluid dripping over his lower abdomen. Kai actually just came in his pants, untouched. She, made him come.

The witch's eyes go wide, the aftershocks of her orgasm fading, realisation hitting her. What has she just done ?

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Not used to writing smut. Feels a bit weird.

Is there too much description ? Not enough dialogue ? How was it ?

-> Please don't hesitate to point any writing mistake out. English isn't my mother tongue and I might have also made mistakes out of excitement. X)

[Part 3 here]

angst~humour~fluff.

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

[mangomagiii]

gojo satoru x oc (himetsuru ichimonji)

a/n: will be made as multichapter. title and succeeding chapters work in progress. tagged with xreader (pls just remove the OC's name/features if you want to self-insert). pls see end notes for other info

tags: cheating, eventual angst, eventual romance, different lifetimes, reincarnation (some tags will be added depending on chapters)

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“I am not mad, Gojo-san. In fact, I am not concerned about your affairs with other women.”

An invisible yet heavy force seemed to take over the atmosphere at a particular booth as the woman opposite him calmly sipped on her tea. Her well-cared hands moved with grace in each motion she made. The man opposite her was frozen as he processed what she had just said. The almost-empty lavishly-decorated restaurant usually encourages a festive mood in contrast with the two people engaged in a long silence.

Ichimonji Himetsuru finished sipping on her cup, fully savoring the warmth and sweet taste of Chrysanthemum. She gently laid the half-full cup, the cup clacked upon contact with the oak table. Folding her hands on her lap, she continued. “There is no problem at all. I assure you of that, Gojo-san.”

Satoru got out of his stupor and tried to reason. “Himetsuru, listen to me. I’m your fiancé, you should be–”

Himetsuru stood up from her seat, the sudden difference in height made her look down on him. Contrary to Satoru’s expectation, her eyes held no anger nor sadness. Only tranquillity, as if they’re currently not talking about his cheating. “You are free to do whatever you want, Gojo-san. It’s not like I wasn’t completely aware. I understand that this marriage was arranged between our families and both of us never had a say on this.” She whipped out several amounts of cash and slid it on the table. Getting out of the booth, she bowed to him who still had his jaw slack. “You do not have to worry about me telling my family. I fully consent to your arrangement. We are not married yet.”

“This is not a joke, Himetsuru. You should be mad at me. I am sorry for not being faithful to our arrangement, for not fulfilling my part. I…”

“To which I already replied that I am not angry at all. Must I repeat what I have said already? I don’t really want to sound like a broken record.” She sighed, her hand already massaging a forming headache.

“I simply do not care what you do in your own time. As long as we both do our duties as husband and wife after the marriage then that’s all that matters. We are not married yet, that's why I am still compliant with your whims. Just don’t cause anything that will jeopardise both families’ reputation. That’s all I ask.”

She left the area, not even bothering to check him for the last time. Gojo was still in pure shock, not wanting to believe what he had just heard from her. He was fully expecting her to lash out on him, scream, slap his face, humiliate him in public. But all he got was a calm and straight response. It was so cool that it was also terrifying.

“What on earth just happened..?” his body sank on the plush seat, all the tension left his body, but inside was still in turmoil.

She doesn't care? He was her fiancé, he cheated on her and ignored their arrangement for ten years! 

The arrangement had been decided since their teens, during his second year as a Jujutsu student. He came home after school, entered the estate after a long day of fooling around with Geto and Shoko, and suddenly he was bombarded with congratulations as news broke out that the Ichimonji and Gojo decided on their union. He looked around the main hall, and his eyes met with his betrothed. His Six Eyes fully-focused at her, critically analysing her features and every actions. Did they at least assessed his betrothed thoroughly? Apparently, yes. She was beautiful, deduced that she is a graceful person despite not moving on her seat. Elegance seemed to emit from her, making her a fitting candidate as his wife. Her eyes in a colour of jade did the same, studying her betrothed. Silky violet hair were adorned in kanzashi. She also happened to have a cursed energy, however, small and probably good enough to only assist just like what auxiliary managers do. He blocked out all the chattering, only waiting for her reaction. She nodded at him, and then went on to talk to someone, leaving him to deal with the annoying noises.

Despite her neat and refined appearance, it did not make him excited at the arrangement and instead anger started to form. He was furious, not only because he was paired with someone that he was not familiar with, but also for the fact that he does not get a say at all. Did they even care about their son? Not at all, as it was for the sake of the clan and prestige.

This particular memory in his life led to him ignoring her completely, also starting a bad habit of flirting and later on engaging in intimate acts with other women. He knows he will be found out, but he never really cared, at least at that time. This behavior intensified after Geto’s defection, sadness consuming him as he lost his only friend. His family became aware of his affairs, and noticed how evasive he was when it involved the Ichimonjis, particularly their daughter. Countless arguments spurred, asking him to be considerate and get along with Himetsuru. All fell on deaf ears. He hoped that by eliciting such reactions from both families and her would end up dissolving their engagement. But now, he was not sure. She was being compliant with him, as if she doesn't care about him at all. He also realized that no matter what he does, both families will not budge and will continue with their plans.

He’s already 26, already teaching for a few years, even taking care of late Fushiguro Toji’s son Megumi and his sister Tsumiki. The countless flirting with women continued despite not motivated anymore to break his engagement, and almost everyone in the Jujutsu society was aware of his flings. He would even engage with other school personnel, from auxiliary managers to even windows, earning the ire of his former teacher Yaga and an exasperated sigh from Shoko. Ijichi decided to not meddle, afraid of consequences from Gojo.

Today’s conversation between Himetsuru and Satoru happened because he was caught flirting with one of the windows. The halls that were usually silent and void of any people were occupied by Gojo and a female window. Smacking of lips and rustles of clothes filled the hallway as they descended deeper into lust.

Several meters, he already felt a faint cursed energy. Being the troublemaker he is, he paid it no mind and continued on his conquest. Despite his Six Eyes ability, he cannot figure out whose cursed energy it belonged to. Odd, but he’s occupied with another thing to even care about the person who will witness such debauchery.

The footsteps halted, and a voice that he had not heard for so long snapped him out of his lust-driven state.

“I’m afraid to interrupt your intimate time, but I need to get through the Principal’s office.”

Both Gojo and the window looked at the person who witnessed their affair. There she is, his fiancée with a jaded look on her face.

Oh, he was doomed.

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a/n: inspired from a novel/manhwa "This Marriage Is Bound To Sink Anyway". Canon-compliant-ish(?). I originally wanted this to be an xReader hence the tag but I've planned so much about the appearance, personality, and features of the reader so i ended up making it as an xOC. but pls do remove my OCs features/name if you want to self-insert!

side note: some info such as timelines and ages were taken from various sources (reddit, blogs). it may or may not be accurate from canon so pls keep in mind that these ages/timeline was written for the fanfic plot's sake. this fanfic starts before he started teaching maki/toge/panda/yuta and he's 26 years old here.

gojo's start as a teacher: source

gojo's ages: when he met megumi, jjk 0

feedbacks are greatly appreciated, it helps me to improve my writing!

[spectrals]

@lutelier — for vegas.

Humidity blanketed thick upon Baldur’s Gate. Even those who stood amongst the banks of the coast, feeling the rush of seaside breeze tickle their cheeks and toss their hair, were swift to shy away from the sun’s agonising glare. Shade was a luxury, one that many couldn’t afford. Those who stalked the streets, by burden of coin or lack thereof, would find dew-like sweat beading upon skin. Handkerchiefs, usually tucked away neatly upon breast or pocket, instead primed betwixt damp fingers and curled fist, anticipating the next dribble of sweat to rain down.

As day crawled towards eventide with all the enthusiasm of a caterpillar, groups sought the solace of shadows cast by the vast architectures strewn up and down narrow street flanks. One particular ragtag crowded, flush, against the building wall, fanning themselves in a pitiful attempt to rend the warmth sunder. It did little to relieve the heat.

“… Ah’heard it tastes weird. Does it?”

“Taste? No taste to it really, but yeah, it’s got a weird texture, it does. But: the results are worth every coin. That guy up at Mystique’s sure knows what he’s doing. I mean, reliving memories? With a little vial? Come on.”

“Hey, if you asked me to put two plants together and make magic on a plate, you can bet your ass when you got that plate, it’d just be a mush of green!” A jab of elbow. “What he makes looks like if y’shit the sun itself!”

Laughter, happy and buoyant, floated between them.

“Ah’ought to pay him another visit, then. Miss m’daughter, ah’do. So very, very much.”

“Mystique’s is where you gotta be then, mate. Now, come on, I think I see some Flaming Fists up near that corner, let’s give them a miss before we ‘look at ‘em wrong’ or some shit.”

Another bout of laughter, a slap on the back, and away they went.

It didn’t take much to get directions to one Mystique Offerings—colloquially known as just Mystique’s—if one probed a few people for some directions. Located in the bowels of the seedier parts of the city, it certainly stuck out like a sore thumb. While many other stores kept their exteriors on a downlow, preferring the skulk of the shadows to the vividness of colour, Mystique’s was a vast, three-story building. An extravagant, though dirtied, rug rolled out from the big, polished double-doors much like a tongue, painting red and black down the few steps unto the cobblestone of the street. The sounds of laughter, music, and all manners of happy revelry boomed from within.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 18

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tights but fangs and might.

Richard pov

Dream

I was walking in the gymnasium with Clark it was his old high school there is a banner that said prom in white sparkle, the gym was decorated with multi-colour balloons of blues and teals and greens it had a beach theme to it.

I walked with him it was as if I was a part of his life at this time but I knew that I wasn't. I wore a black tuxedo and a bright red tie and a red carnation in my front pocket.

This is not my dream nor my past life it was Clark and we are merging our consciousness together, I was a part of this life as he is when I share memories thoughts and dreams with him.

I walked around the gym with him finding a table I didn't know any one here but I waved like I knew them anyway. We sat down and at the table I looked down and a plate of linguine with clams and tomato that looked so good to eat, But I remember what I was but in this dream I wasn't vampire I was human in this dream I guess if your in this dimension when it suits the dreamer you could be whatever you want.

I had not tasted food in my whole existence and as I am human at the moment I wanted to try it , It looked so good to me right now. "Hey nerd brain what are you doing at the prom." Our table was being hustle by a bunch of bullies.

One grabbed a fork beside Clark and ate his linguine off of Clark plate and flung a piece of clam at me, Clark stayed in his seat like statue I got up and was livid being treated so horrid and so bold of them to treat him like this the rest of the guest at the table didn't move they were all afraid in standing up for themselves.

That didn't sit well with me.

"What are you going to do Fabio." And the ass hole pulled my hair and by instinct I threw my plate at him and hit him square in the face nice shot I thought. "You fucker you'll pay for this." As I heard a woman protesting for them to stop and calm down it is Lois Lane.

She wore a scarlet red dress with rhinestone all over she pushed the bullies to the side I had no idea where she had the strength to shove them to the side. "God Harry go away leave them alone or I'll tell the principal why you really can't make it to practice next Monday." Her hands crossed she was all business as she had a stand off with the bullies.

"That bitch threw a plate at me." He pointed his finger as if I was the one bullying him. "I swear to you I will drink you dry fool." I said the mood went sinister in a blink of an eye Clark finding a back bone got up. "Don't kill her please don't kill her." It was odd because it was these bullies that I was fighting with and not Lois.

Lois slaps hard the bullies face a sharp pop rang across the gymnasium. "Go and sit down." She didn't sound like Lois anymore. "I found out what you left at my door step." I said to her knowing exactly what I meant but in reality I had no idea what I was saying to her.

"You witch you followed me here." I tossed the table like it was nothing the guessed all but scatter away from the drama.

"You have no proof it's me." Lois says.

"Thalia you burned down Clark's house." I said now I am pointing a finger at her Clark getting in between us. "Stop we are not ready for this." I nudge him out of the way. "Thalia did you leave death at my door step." I accused.

"Yes you fool and I will do more just so that I could see you and the fisherman cry." She laughed a laugh only true evil would laugh her pleasure grossed me and I wanted to end that laughter.

Raz Al Ghul appeared and grabbed Clark's arm that's when Clark set him on fire with a lighter. "That will do it." Clark eyes glowed red.

And that's when I heard a deafening scream and it woke me up.

End of dream

Clark pov

"Don't move and get closer to me." Jason said I did what he said and slowly tipped toe away from the door covering my mouth so I don't restart to scream once more the head of the dead dog laid on on the floor bloodied and I knew this was a threat.

I shook like a leaf as I backed away from the scene as I made it beside Jason. "Oh god it's Rex." I didn't know who Rex is but I am betting that's him on the floor.

"Christ what the fuck is going on." I stammered. "We've been called out they know you're here we have to move faster than usual." Jason said and picking up the head I internally freaked out as he did that not wanting to deal with him to handle someone severed head.

"What's going on." Tim came from the basement all of a sudden. "I found Rex on the floor." Tim's face went a shade of white if possible. "Fuck fine let's move then." Tim said.

"We can't leave we need to tal.." Tim cut him off.

"We need to leave and go to the Wayne manor and get properly prepared this place was ok for us just you and me, Not anymore we need to move fast Jason we will take Rex and lay him to rest on the go." Tim said not wanting to here anymore of Jason protest.

"Where's Richard why isn't he here yet." Jason crying for his fallen friend looking around for Richard.

That's when I turned around and found Richard beside me. "Thalia completely possesses Lois Lane she found a host to use to get to me." Richard said in an even tone.

"Lois."

"We need to fight as if we are witches as well so we need to leave here she won't really go to Gotham we put protection spells around the city." I needed to sit down and the floor seemed like a great place to sit and not panic.

End of act 18 next is act 19

Thank you for reading