#the manbun’s a close second!

[pinkmirth]

eren’s had MANY eras… but the hair-down look will forever remain as my favorite one!

[okwonyo]

manbun ✴︎⠀⠀ ( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) inspo / non idol au established relationship fluff 0.2k + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ；library ⎯⎯ taglist open ˚ 𝓬lick

thinking about jake and his ridiculously attractive long hair. has patient and sweet man, and boyfriend, that he is : he would have waited until his fluffy brown lock of hair you love so much grew long enough to tie it into a manbun. because he would know how much you find it pretty.

i can imagine him pulling away right in a middle of a kiss, “w-wait,” he would tell you hurriedly, in a breathy whisper with his swallowed lips that have your lipstick all over them, and his beautiful messy hair all over his face. he would take the hair tie on your wrist, holding it in between his teeth while he holds his hair into bun. his heavy breathing from the passionate kiss you shared remaining and mirroring itself in the way his chest moves, would make you feel so nervous— his gaze only focusing on your mouth at the given moment would not help either. it would be as if his only concern at the moment is collapsing his lips on yours, not even realizing whatever he is doing or the effect it has on you. he would tie his hair in flying colors, fingers pads quickly pressing into you, he would be all over you in a quick second and you wouldn’t complain either.

the best part of it all, would be when he untie his bun in front of you. when he comes home to you after a long day and just wants to do nothing with you in his arms. he would do it with a sigh leaving his chest, eyes closed and head slightly leaned in the back. he would shake his head to the side, his hair following just like those scenes in the movies. how can you not just kiss him？

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DESCRIPTION: gojo satoru and geto suguru are the jewels of your university. glued at the hip, you have your eyes set on one of the best friends, but you should already know to expect double the trouble with this packaged deal.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: 3.8k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, some derogatory terms like s!ut :c), university!au, frat!au, characters are in their 20s, oral (fem receiving), gojo is a douche (sorry!) with a soft spot for you, gojo and geto are both taller than reader, gojo wants you sooo bad you don’t even know, dubcon if you squint, annoyances to… something else!, implied 3sum but that’s for part 2 ig bc i got tired. enjoy!

A/N: first fic here yayyyy pls support (kiss kiss

they were those boys in your campus. every university had them, or so you’re told. the ones to be proud of, but also weary of. the ones who could show you a good time you’d probably regret the next morning. the ones you’d tell stories about and never really forget.

at your school, that was geto suguru and gojo satoru. you heard they knew each other since high school, best friends back then and best friends now. they were part of the most infamous party house, the most awarded college teams, the most scandalous groupchats, the most torrid bathroom stalls conversations. everybody knew them, every guy wanted to be them, every girl wanted to be with them. you know the drill.

and although this was only your second year, you’d had enough run-ins with them to know exactly what they wanted — and what you wanted, too.

the two were truly inseparable despite not being all that similar, just like brothers. considering the stories you’ve heard, that proximity would be almost weird if they weren’t so hot. but that’s a can of worms you don’t want to open and, most importantly, don’t need to open in order to sit on geto suguru’s dick.

because of course it’s geto. 

sure, gojo is hot — in a really fucking annoying way. in a way that makes you want to slap that stupid grin off his face every time he ogles you and your friends at a party. you’d go for it, really, if you didn’t have to live to see the next day. you knew gojo would never let you act like it never happened, and not in a romantic way, but in a disgusting braggy way. 

gojo satoru is hot as fuck but you’re not built to handle him, if you’re being honest. not innocent enough, not devoted enough, not googly-eyed and pink-glossy-lips-drooly enough. gojo satoru was complicated like that. he came with a warning label as big as a cvs receipt in which big bold red letters warned DO NOT TRUST. and you knew better, anyway. 

but geto? geto was pretty much perfect. his looks were sweet, dark and kind of edgy, like a black kitty with really sharp teeth. he had really cute fuck me eyes and really big veiny hands and a really cool manbun and you wanted to sit your ass on his fat sick. it was simple math. 

the only thing that preoccupied you, though, was his reputation. and not his manwhore reputation or his party animal reputation or his fucks-hard-and-doesn’t-cuddle-after reputation — no, who cares about that. what worried you was his reputation with his best friend gojo satoru. 

ever since you enrolled at your university you’ve been hearing rumors. apparently, the two of them were so close that they shared everything. everything. 

would never let a brother go hungry and all. 

so yes, there was the slight possibility (only corroborated by, i don’t know, the hundreds of girls you’ve heard the same story from) that geto would want a threeway. 

you, having sex with gojo satoru? you can’t say you’ve never thought about it. you did have that one class together, your freshman year. in retrospect, the fact that he was your senior and taking the same elective as you should’ve been enough of a red flag. 

by the end of the first lesson he came up to you and told you to text him if you ever needed any materials for the class, almost sounding sincere before shrugging and saying, “i’m just on top of things. by the way, would you like to be one of them?”

and scene. 

that was your first impression of gojo satoru. 

if you two fucked a year after that initial offer of his, would it be comical or tragic? he’d never look at you the same way — that is, he’d stop looking at you like he can see your tits through your shirt with x-ray vision and start looking at you like he has seen your tits because he will have. and that sounds annoying. 

but whatever. you’ve heard the stories of how gojo fucks, after all. it’s not like it would be a bad time. 

and tonight seems like the perfect night to make a stupid decision like that because geto looks so fucking delicious in a hawaiian shirt (how is that even possible?) leaning against his yucky frat’s wall and sipping a beer. 

god, you want to bite him. is that weird?

“is that weird?” you turn to shoko, who so kindly accompanied you to another house party with the promise of free, gojo-sponsored liquor. “i want to bite geto.”

shoko looks disgusted, all too acquainted with your ramblings about the guy. her eyes scan around the room before settling towards the kitchen. “i’ll leave you to it, then, and go get a drink. do not abandon me until i’m drunk enough to be by myself in this shithole.”

you nod to her before she’s off to get her fix. and you’re gearing up to get yours, adjusting your skirt and correcting your posture until a too familiar, grating voice yells out from behind you:

“yo!” 

you sigh, rolling your eyes before turning around. 

“gojo.”

he throws one of his long arms over your shoulders, pressing your sides together. your fingers absentmindedly go back to your skirt, pulling it down. 

gojo has to lean down to talk to you, his face hovering over yours. you can feel how hot his torso is against you, his white shirt already completely unbuttoned. it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“long time no see, cutie,” gojo’s breath is warm against your ear, his voice high to be heard over the music. he gestures with his solo cup, “how are you finding the facility?”

you look up and give him a tight smile. “gross as always! is there something you want, or…”

he laughs heartily, and you feel his whole body rattle against yours. you huff in annoyance, antsy to get a word in with geto before he’s occupied. 

“so mean to me!” he looks down at you and if it weren’t for his sunglasses, that he wears indoors at nighttime like a dick, you’d be able to see his eyes looking right down your cleavage. “just when i was coming here to do you a favor.”

you can’t help but laugh at that. 

“what in the world could you possibly do for me?” he lifts an eyebrow and your finger flies up in between your faces. “don’t answer that, actually.”

“i came here to tell you a very interesting secret,” he sing songs right into the shell of your ear, earning another shiver from you. you take the cup from his hand and sip, too distracted to know what it tastes like. nibbling on the plastic rim, you gesture for him to go on. 

gojo’s smile grows that much darker, that much more sinister, a dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. 

“a little birdie told me suguru’s dying to screw you tonight.”

your demeanor must visibly brighten at that information because gojo lets out another lurching laugh. your eyes instinctively zero in on geto, across from you, who’s either doing a really good job of pretending he doesn’t hear the two you talking in the doorway or is genuinely clueless as to what his best friend is saying about him. 

you force yourself to regain your composure, shoving gojo’s solo cup into his bare chest and wiggling out of his hold. “and you care because?”

but you suspect you already know the answer to that. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, and god, your height difference is kind of reeling. 

“like i said, ‘s just a favor,” you eye him suspiciously. he continues, “he wants to fuck you, you want to fuck him. i’m just being a nice guy.”

right. nice guy. 

“and who says i want to fuck him?” you try to play it cool, even though you probably know as much as satoru knows as much as suguru knows that you’d crawl on your knees towards geto right now if that meant you could put his cock in your mouth. 

and who could blame you? 

“playing dumb?” gojo pokes your cheek. his voice grows thicker, “cute. look at you,” and he does, hungrily, eyes scanning your entire form and making you feel oddly self conscious. 

he snakes a hand around your waist and leans in close again, whispering into your ear, “all dolled up just for him. in class with me you show up in other dudes’ hoodies but for darling suguru you dress slutty. everyone knows.”

you inhale sharply. what is he playing at? is he trying to get into your head or what? people dress up at parties, people want to fuck people, it’s a thing. god, gojo is so unbearable. 

you scowl up at him. 

“first of all,” you rip his hand from your waist and he lets it fall limply by his side. “second of all, again, how is that any of your business? salty you can’t get laid without the hotter best friend’s help?”

gojo just smirks, huffing out a chuckle through his nostrils. “you don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. although i have to say, i do worry about you…”

“what? why?” you can’t help sounding sincere at his words. he twirls a piece of your hair with his index finger. 

“‘m just saying, what kind of best friend would i be if i handed you off to suguru without taking you for a test drive first?” gojo’s disgusting, he’s audacious and cocky and it’s doing something to you. you find yourself uncharacteristically quiet as he continues, “i mean, for all i know, you just might break once he gets inside.” 

“you’re ridiculous,” you manage to utter, feeling too small and too warm. geto is no longer in your line of sight and neither is shoko and you rapidly start to feel like you’ve fallen into the lion’s den without realizing. 

“you know i’m right,” and you don’t, really, you don’t think he’s right at all but why do you want to prove him wrong so badly? “c’mon, baby, lemme break ya in a little.”

that seems to snap you out of it. “ew. you’re disgusting, where is—“

“ugh, i love it when you degrade me,” he groans sardonically, hand leaving your waist and grabbing your hand instead. “come on. i’ll take you to him.”

whatever that feeling was just then, you shake it off and relunctantly let gojo guide you through the sea of bodies in his living room, the two of you earning some whistles from his friends. eyes too busy scanning for geto, you’re surprised when you suddenly end up in front of the bathroom. 

“quick pit stop!” gojo tries. you roll your eyes. 

“you won’t even try to take me to your bed? like, you live here,” you say. 

gojo is grinning. “nah, nah. room’s for the main attraction,” he winks and turns the doorknob, letting you go inside first. what a gentleman. “this shouldn’t take long.”

the bathroom door muffles the loud music outside, leaving your ears ringing in the silence. gojo looks like a douchebag, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, shirt unbuttoned and wet with some sort of liquor, and your eyes do not dare scan any lower than that. 

you suppose he is a douchebag.

but he sounds so painfully sincere when he whines low in his throat, “wanna kiss you so bad.” 

you laugh at his face, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. 

“i’m serious,” he says, taking a step forward. you instinctively open your legs a little to make more room. 

“you want to what, ‘break me in’, you said?”

gojo laughs and that doesn’t sound sincere at all. he takes another step towards you, slotting his hips in between your thighs. 

“suguru’ll like it sloppy,” and that’s all the explanation he gives you before he’s closing the distance between you two, crashing your lips together. 

you should be feeling ill at his words. you should be pushing him away. if you had any self respect, you would. 

but his hands on you feel so good, he’s kissing you like, yeah, he wanted to so bad. his grip on your hips is almost bruising, pulling your body closer to his so he can grind against you. 

you moan into his mouth and he’s quick to return it, tongue pushing up against yours hungrily. you feel like you’re being devoured, the kiss all encompassing, but it’s not bad, it feels so so good and gojo is so good and—

he breaks your kiss to command, “wrap your legs around me,” and you do so immediately. 

his hands push your skirt up, grabbing your ass and pulling you that much closer to him. you tug on his hair, grinding down hard against him, and he lets out the sweetest, most pitiful moan that sends your head reeling. 

“gojo…” you say his name but you don’t know what for, don’t know what you want or what to ask or what to say, all you know is yes and good and more. “satoru—“

gojo whines and presses his lips to yours desperately, grinding his hard on against your clothed pussy. he’s big, you can feel him all over your cunt, and you suddenly need all these layers between you gone. 

“fuck, let me see,” he swallows hard, pushing your shirt up fully. “lemme see those tits baby, that’s it—”

you puff your chest out when gojo pulls your bra down. you expect him to go for your boobs but instead he goes back in for a kiss, panting into your mouth. 

god, it’s too much. for how collected he acts one hundred percent of the time, seeing gojo satoru disheveled is a power trip. 

“touch me,” you mumble against his lips. 

he gives you a few pecks, nibbling your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” gojo says, one hand grabbing your tit and another pulling your panties to the side. the cool air on your dripping core makes you shudder, and you feel yourself gush at the slightest brush of his fingers against you. 

he bends down to pop a nipple into his mouth and you arch your back, gripping his hair hard, ‘cause apparently he likes that. you both let out a unison moan as he sucks, saliva audibly swishing inside his mouth. 

you know it’s gonna leave a mark, he’s gonna leave a lot of bruises as he bites and sucks and keeps you distracted while he slips a finger into your wet core. 

you suddenly regain conscience and remember the man working your body with nothing more than his hands and mouth probably has a pretty painful big hard cock inside his pants, so you reach out to help him. 

“wait,” he says, mouth popping against your breast, “wait, you can suck it, i just wanna—i gotta do this first, lemme—“

that’s all he says before giving you another kiss and dropping to his knees. 

you’re obviously not going to complain, you can neglect his dick just fine, nevermind the fact that you want it inside you immediately. but in the meantime, gojo’s got two fingers pumping in and out of you and he’s about to put his face between your legs. 

it’s beautiful, it’s a lot, you want it so fucking bad and it shows. 

“so fucking wet, all f’me” he lays his tongue flat against your clit and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, making you groan in anticipation for what’s to come. “been thinking of this pretty pussy for so long.”

“yeah?,” you whine, brushing some hair away from his face before coaxing his head closer to where you want it. gojo moans in response and starts working his tongue in tight circles over your clit. 

fuck, is gojo satoru in a frat bathroom the best head you’ve ever had? he might be, with the way he expertly rubs his fingers against your walls, instantly finding that spongy patch that makes you jut your hips out. 

“fuck, right there,” you grind against his face, delighting yourself in the debauched moans he makes against your cunt. not only does it feel good, it looks so fucking hot and you can’t tear your eyes away. “stay right there, you’re so good.”

the way he eats it like he needs to, like it’ll save your life, like this alone is enough to make the both of you cum, you can’t help the too-honest praise tumbling from your lips. 

“yeah? tastes so fucking good” he mumbles, rubbing a thumb over your clit. you nod, bottom lip held tightly between your teeth. “play with your tits, baby, those juicy fucking tits, do it for me.”

you obey, head hanging back in pleasure. you keep one hand anchored firmly in his hair, your fingers gripping so hard they start to tingle. 

you shove his face closer, earning a deep groan from him. he noses at your pussy, replacing his fingers in your entrance with his tongue, fucking in and out of you. your breathing has lost all rhythm, your chest feels tight and on fire and a bead of sweat rolls down your back. 

you can faintly make out gojo asking do you like this? just like this baby? and all you can say in response is a string of “yeahs” and breathy little moans. they almost sound surprised, and they might be, because every twist of his tongue and every brush of his fingers knocks the breath right out your lungs. 

it’s so much pleasure that it doesn’t make sense. you think, suddenly, this is why people do drugs, this is why people develop addictions because you have no fucking clue how you’re supposed to live without gojo satoru between your legs from now on. 

“satoru. i wanna cum,” you whine, mind to mouth filter completely obliterated because all you want to do is fucking cum for gojo satoru. message relayed. 

“fuck yeah, baby, you wanna cum? i’m gonna make you cum?” he’d sound pathetic if you didn’t know how much of a whore he was. his fingers go back inside you and speed up ever so slightly, his lips wrapping around your clit. gojo’s tongue works you over and over and over and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the sound of gojo swallowing every few seconds. 

he doesn’t stop, mumbles his dirty talk right into your pussy, like fucking cum for me baby cum all over my face yeah do it i’m gonna make you cum so hard god you look so fucking sexy wanna fuck you so bad, and you don’t want to know why but it makes you all the more intent in coming the hardest you ever have. 

you grip gojo’s hair and grind into his face mercilessly, revelling in the gurgling sounds coming from between your legs. 

“ohhh fuck, fuck, satoru i’m so close, just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“ gojo groans, using his free hand to play with your nipple. 

it’s too much, it’s too good, the coil in your belly that’s been building up since you started entertaining the idea of maybe getting laid tonight finally snapping. 

you’re sure you’ve never been this loud as you cum, hard, you can feel it gushing out of you and right into gojo’s awaiting mouth. with ringing ears and trembling legs, you find purchase in his hair as you keep cumming for him. 

the muscles on your thighs seize up as you ride out your orgasm against gojo’s face, your feet trying to find any sort of balance or solid ground. but you wiggle desperately in his hold, the man below you fulfilling his promise of drinking every last drop of you until the two of you are satisfied. 

you’re catching your breath when gojo finally pulls away from you, his face and neck flushed as you’re sure yours are. your back falls against the foggy bathroom mirror, chest rising and falling dramatically as you catch your breath. 

he finally stands up, sneaking a very obvious hand down his pants to readjust his erection. once he catches your gaze, he smirks at you. 

you try to roll your eyes, you really do, but what comes out is a slow, languid blink. you’re completely fucked out and he loves it, leans in to kiss you so fucking deep you taste yourself all over his mouth.  

before you can do anything else, anything more or less than kiss him back, you hear three knocks on the door. 

they’re gentle, nothing like the sound of a pissed off college student, murderous because you’re hogging the bathroom. 

gojo pushes himself away from you, grinning. “right on time.”

he grabs both your tits in his hands and plants a wet kiss on one, then the other, before pulling your shirt back down. 

you’re still dumbfounded, your overworked body slumped against the bathroom counter. 

before you have time to react, gojo’s opening the door to let geto suguru in. 

your body jolts, legs closing shut in what’s almost abject horror. you nearly forgot he’s what you came to this party for. 

it feels like you got caught red handed, and it must show on your face because geto shakes his head and laughs that pretty, sexy laugh, waving a hand around to tell you it’s okay. 

“please, don’t stop on my account,” are his first words to you tonight. 

you would say something if you weren’t sure your voice would fail you. but like usual, gojo satoru can’t stay quiet for too long.

“all done. she’s too easy” he announces cheerily, but the funny thing is, he doesn’t leave. instead, geto lets the bathroom door close behind him as he crowds in. 

you realize this space is far too small for two very tall men, most definitely far too small for whatever is about to go down between the three of you, and your calming heart starts to race again. 

“hey, pretty,” geto reaches out and wipes the side of your lip. “having fun?”

you can only nod, looking at gojo satoru of all people for answers.

he looks at you like he hasn’t just eaten your pussy with the intensity of a starving man, like he wants to do it again, right now. 

geto is sporting a similar look of hunger, looking between you and gojo and quickly assessing the situation that just happened here. 

this is weird. this is so fucking weird and so stupidly hot. 

“wanna take her for a ride next?” gojo asks geto like he’s not talking about a person, like you don’t have a say in it, like you belong to the both of them to play with, and it turns your brain to mush. 

geto smiles, handsome and dangerous. 

“what do you say, honey?” this time he addresses you. you swallow hard, looking between the two men in front of you. gojo grabs the outline of his hard cock through his pants, a reminder that whatever this is, it isn’t over just yet. “down to have double the fun?”

[ktownshizzle]

Terms & Conditions | Chapter 5 Teaser

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should’ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au

Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongi’s alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, I might include scootergate in a future chapter but please know it will be written sensibly imo and with so much love for our Yoongi (I just wanna protecc him at all costs even thru this silly story!), some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range

Chapter Warnings: office foreplay, lil bit of fingering, lil bit of spanking, lil bit of nipple play, may cause delusion and I’m not liable for it don't @ me, literally a teaser so don’t expect to finish lmao

Word count: 1k ish haha

Posting date: October 25, 2024

Notes: Now listen. I know I said no updates for three weeks, but here we are. This may not be the final version so I may still make some changes when the full chapter drops.

This teaser has been unlocked through this ask game. Congrats to @kam9404 and @jadestonedaeho7 for guessing correctly. Manbun Yoongi is my husband (real) and I will have his babies. Thanks also to @bangtannkook for guessing Ginger Yoongi, the only man I will leave Manbun Yoongi for. 

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The office has that late afternoon hush, when most people are too buried in their work to notice anything else. It’s just you and Yoongi, tucked away in the back office closet, a space that smells like old paper and dust. You’ve been here before of course—sorting files, you know, actual work—but today, when you enter, you only have one mission: you and Yoongi are about to defile the file closet.

Yoongi stands so close you can feel his breath on your neck, his hands resting just above your hips, pressing you lightly against the Ikea file cabinet you both put together weeks ago. 

“Alone at fuckin’ last,” he murmurs.

“C’mere baby,” you whisper, arms slipping around his neck. His gaze darkens, and for a moment, everything else fades.

He leans in, kissing you slow—so slow you think you might combust. You push your tongue against the seam of his lips, a little insistent, because you really can’t take your sweet time in this ancient closet. Honestly, it could be a health hazard.

Yoongi’s fingers start working the buttons of your blouse, one by one. The way his eyes trace your skin makes every hair on your body stand to attention.

But just as his hand slips inside your blouse, the door rattles.

You both freeze. Heart in your goddamn throat.

“Yoongi, you in here?” Hyun-woo’s voice pierces through the thick air. The panic kicks in fast, adrenaline flooding your veins.

Yoongi pulls back, completely calm while adjusting his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose. How the fuck is he always so calm? He reaches out, smoothing your hair, checking that you've properly buttoned up your blouse, as if he’s done this a hundred times before. The tenderness in the gesture only makes your heart pound harder.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he calls out, voice steady, like he isn’t seconds away from getting caught with his hand halfway inside your fuckin’ blouse. “Just organizing files.”

Hyun-woo opens the door, peering in, eyes narrowing slightly.

You flash a too-bright smile. “Hi, Hyun-woo! Just teaching Yoongi with the filing. Total disaster in here.”

Hyun-woo doesn’t buy it, not completely, but the suspicion in his eyes fades as quickly as it appeared. “Right. Well, don’t take too long. That room always triggers my claustrophobia.” He pulls the neck of his shirt forward.

Yoongi replies, giving him that practiced, unbothered nod. “Just finishing up.”

As the main door to your office clicks shut, you let out a breath you’ve been holding for far too long.

“That was way too close,” you whisper, your pulse still racing.

Yoongi grins, closing the closet door again with a nudge of his foot. “Too close,” he agrees, voice low and teasing, as he leans in to steal a quick kiss. “But I’m not done yet.”

“Wha—” The question barely leaves your mouth before Yoongi’s hands are on your shoulders, turning you smoothly so that you’re facing the file cabinet.

“Remember when we were building this very cabinet?” His voice has dropped even lower now, sending a shiver down your spine.

You blink, thrown by the sudden shift. “Yeah?” Your hands are guided to grip the top corners of the cabinet, and your breath catches. What is he doing?

Yoongi doesn’t give you time to process. His voice slides closer, warm against the back of your neck. “What were you doing then?”

You frown slightly, the question catching you off guard. “Nothing?” you say, but it comes out uncertain, more like a question than an answer.

Without warning, his palm connects with your ass—firm, but playful. You gasp, more out of surprise than pain, and turn your head to find him wearing that lopsided grin that drives you crazy.

“Ddaeng,” he chimes, the word rolling off his tongue with a playful edge. “Try again.”

“I was—I was helping you,” you say, though your voice is wavering.

“Ddaeng,” he says again, the second slap sharper this time. “You did jack shit. C’mon, jagi, use your pretty little brain…”

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling your face flush. “I was… I was looking at your hands.”

Yoongi nods approvingly, his grin deepening. “And why were you doing that, hmm?”

You hesitate, your heart thumping harder, not from nerves, but from the way he’s pushing you. You know the answer. 

“Because…” You swallow the admission heavy on your tongue, deciding to go the other way instead. “You were taking too long to build it.”

SLAP! “Ddaeng,” the third is much more deliciously painful now, your bum soothed by his large palms. “Huh, I think my jagi enjoys being spanked.” He licks the shell of your ear, making your knees buckle, and his voice comes through in a suspiciously calm tone, “lie to me again and I’m going to step out this door and leave you here dripping. I bet you’re already wet.”

“Dry as the sahara.” You jest, even as your lips tremble.

You squirm as he pins you against the cabinet, his hand making quick work of the top button of your linen pants. Things are happening so fast. His hand disappears inside, hooks your panties to the side and dips one finger shallowly at your entrance. God you wanna scream.

You squirm some more, but he’s got you pressed up, not enough to hurt you, but enough to limit your movements.

“Liar,” he chuckles darkly. In one quick motion his hand flies out of your pants and goes into his mouth, tasting you. You can literally smell the heady scent of your arousal filling the tiny space, making you needy for some relief.

“Yoongi,” you whine, trying to push your ass back against his crotch. “Baby, please…”

“Why were you looking at my hands…” he jerks back, not giving you the satisfaction, and asks again. “What do you want me to do with them?”

“I want you to put them inside me.”

“Hmm, what else…” he starts to unbutton your blouse again, not all the way, but so he can yank one of the cups of your bra to tease a nipple.

A flick from his moist finger and you’re already writhing in desperation.

“I want them stuffed in my mouth, and—shit—my pussy. I want them… choking me.”

“Naughty girl,” he tsks, pinching your nipple between his deft fingers, eliciting a moan from you. You feel his warm breath against your ear, teasing you. “Be quiet, baby. I thought we were gonna keep things professional.”

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ shoto todoroki x reader word count: 1773

pretty boy shoto todoroki is viewed as unattainable - not just to you, to everyone who ever sees him. his eyes pierce, his skin almost glows, and his demeanour is arguably cold. that's why your admiration of him is purely that. you wouldn't be stupid enough to develop a crush on him, surely.

wrong, actually. he's agile, lithe, and terrifying, but the current obsession of your brain. always hanging around izuku, or studying, or training. you never really had the time to have made any progress on your friendship aside from being picked for group tasks, and even then you had struggled. social situations are never easy, but they're another realm of difficult when it's todoroki you're socialising with. that's why your hands shake as you cut mushrooms, his voice in your ears as he discusses the latest assignment.

"how are you finding it?" shoto asks, voice void of any emotion as he converses with izuku. izuku laughs lightly and shrugs, admitting he's also struggling, his green hair tied back in what could almost be called a manbun, though it's more of a hopeless ponytail.

"mm, i could be doing better!" he laughs, turning to you. "how are you coping?"

you pause for a second to face him, avoiding shoto's gaze at all costs despite the way he's looking at you like you could qualify for the most interesting thing in the world. "i'm almost done, i just have a few things to finish up, and then i've gotta get it under the word count," you grimace. "i have about 2000 words but it's supposed to be 1500,"

shoto quirks an eyebrow at that. "already? have you been working on it since the second it was assigned?" he asks, leaning back in the chair to look at you. you laugh nervously, suddenly finding the meal you're preparing very interesting.

"i mean, yeah? i don't like being.. behind on things i suppose," you mumble, embarrassed at how little sense you're making. but shoto, the beautiful devil, nods like you made the most sense in the world. his face softens and he stands up, making his way over to you and gently taking the knife from your hand.

"go get it, i'll help you cut down on words," he offers, resuming your chopping of vegetables like it was his job in the first place. you shake your head, but you don't dare to take the knife back off him.

"oh it's no worries! the deadline is like, a week away!" you fret, reaching over him to grab the garlic and mincer. "i need to read over it anyway before i even try to reduce words!" you laugh, and izuku grins at you, noticing the pink of your ears.

shoto frowns and gently crowds your space, all to aware of the way you'd move if he got too close - and you do, moving out of his way and letting him have free reign of the kitchen. "i'll read it, and i'll help you cut down on the word count." he argues, looking you dead in the eyes.

any argument you had dies on your tongue, you just nod and head to your dorm to grab your laptop, baffled about the turn of events today is taking. before presenting shoto your laptop, you quickly make sure everything other than the document is closed, not wanting anything that could incriminate you there - such as the messages between you and ochako about how terrifyingly attractive the boy is. with a huff, you make your way back to the kitchen and place the laptop on the desk. "now let me cook," you say, holding out your hand for the knife.

shoto looks at you and smiles, like he's somehow humoured by your boldness, and he is. he didn't expect you, the girl who stares so intensely at him that he learned to tell your gaze from others, to be so bold with him. he hands you the knife, but also takes your hand in his and guides it to the green onion he was chopping for you.

"here, let me show you how to dice it," he hums, starting to manoeuvre you through the motions, before lifting his hand. "your go," he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. you make the mistake of turning to look back at him, heat dusted over your cheeks and eyes wide, and your mouth goes dry at the way he's watching you

your hands shake a little as you copy his motions, but it must have been good enough for todoroki because he lets out a little pleased hum and heads over to your laptop, sitting in front of it and starting to read. izuku just grins, wandering over to help with the cooking.

you end up engrossed in a conversation about cooking with izuku, both of you working seamlessly along each other to prep your meal. somewhere along the line, you triple the portion size, intending to give both shoto and izuku a bowl in payment for helping you, and izuku notices this when you go back to chop more mushrooms.

"aw, are we having a triple date?" he teases, and you laugh at him, loud and clear, and it draws shoto's attention back to you for a second.

"no! i just thought i'd make you guys some too, since you're both helping me. it's just soba, it won't be anything too spectacular, but I just, i mean, you don't have to have it!" you laugh, gently nudging izuku, and shoto feels his chest tighten at the combination of you cooking his favourite meal, and cooking him a portion too. you look wonderful to him, hair tied back for cooking, sleeves rolled up, and a defensive look on your face as you bicker with izuku. he swallows, forcing himself to get a grip, and turns back to your paper, trying to drown out one of the prettiest sounds he's sure he'll ever hear - your laugh.

by the time you've finished cooking, shoto has finished reading through your paper and he's cutting the words down for you, so he jumps a little when you place down a bowl of soba in front of him with a soft smile. "there you are, i hope you enjoy it," you murmur, sitting down beside him with your own bowl. izuku has took off to his dorm with his, excusing himself to also work on the assignment.

shoto's mouth waters at the smell, and he smiles graciously at you. "it looks wonderful, thank you," he hums, setting your laptop down to eat. you just beam, a sight that makes shoto's stomach flutter, and tuck into your own food. at the first taste, shoto swears he's fallen in love, and his little groan at the taste makes your stomach do somersaults and your brain go fuzzy for a second.

it's at this moment, you both realise you're utterly fucked. something changes in the air, shoulders pressed against each others as you eat in silence, occasionally exchanging comments about the assignment, or the food, or izuku. before long, you're leaning into his side and he's subconsciously raising the temperature of his left side, and your eyelids are drooping as you relax further and further into his embrace. shoto's hand rests politely on your hip, and he's murmuring to you quietly about your paper, but you're honestly not listening.

he notices, because of course he does, and he just laughs. "something on your mind?" he asks, not really expecting a committed response from you, so it shocks him when you nod.

"why are you, someone so.. unattainable, helping me? you're miles smarter than me, stronger, everything. what do you get out of this?" you ask, a hint of insecurity creeping into your voice. shoto is taken aback, looking at you like you've grown a second head.

"i don't help you because i expect something in return. i helped you and you cooked for me. that was more than i ever expected." he murmurs, gently squeezing your side where his hand lies, and you squirm a little, but you laugh. that's good enough for shoto. "and the food was incredible," he admits.

your stomach flips again, and as you look up at him, you find him looking back at you with a sincere expression. it's enough to give your silly heart hope that he could just maybe like you back, if you were to admit you liked him. luckily, it doesn't come to that, because shoto huffs lightly and squeezes your side again, much lighter

"if you want me to ask for something in return, i can," he murmurs, and you nod lightly, not quite trusting your voice at this point. he just nods back, a subtle and gentle movement so as not to ruin the spell you're both under.

"let me kiss you," shoto asks, his brows pinched together a little, like he's terrified you'll say no, which he absolutely is. you inhale, holding the breath while you process what he's just asked. unattainable, untouchable shoto todoroki has just asked your permission for him to kiss you. as though you'd say no, as though this isn't exactly your dream scenario, as though your daydreams haven't been plagued with thoughts of what it would be like to be the one person who has attained shoto todoroki.

you don't quite give him an answer, but you do lean up and press your lips against his. it's tentative to begin with, but shoto kisses you back, and it doesn't take long before he's pulling you closer and kissing you deeper. the spices from the soba dance across your tongues, and you're pushing him lightly against the couch in an attempt to get impossibly closer to him. he's panting into your mouth, the kisses increasing in intensity before you both pull away for air, staring at each other and seeing him in a way you never have before.

he groans lightly, and this time he notices how your ears turn pink and your breathing quickens, and it takes less than a second for him to tug you back in, kissing you like a starved man. you're both lost in your own worlds, hands roaming slightly, his up your shirt and on the small of your back, and yours gripping his bicep. you only pull away when you need to, and shoto just laughs breathlessly.

"if this is what cooking for you gets me, i'll be your live-in chef," you whisper, huffing out a laugh, and shoto just grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"you could always just be my partner instead,"

[colourstreakgryffin]

If u still write for Haikyuu, I have this little yan!Sugawara x fem!reader concept: Reader is a new 1-2nd year at Karasuno who got dared to disguise as a boy and join the boys volleyball team as a dare but actually got in, so now she has to keep up her disguise until graduation. For some reason, the other boys dont realize and just think Reader is a really feminine dude with a manbun💀 (reader never cut her hair)

One time, Sugawara just accidently finds out reader's gender because he came over to her house once and reader PANICS. Like "OHMYGODPLEASEDONTTELLANYONEATSCHOOLABOUTHISISWEARI'LLDOLITERALLYANYTHING-" readers thinks shes cooked as hell basically (she kinda is)

(I'm sorry if this is too much, what I just wrote is a whole fanfic 💀)

Oh. Right! Okay, normal love(what I got from your follow-up). I do not like when the request is written for me but you know what. I really like this concept, it’s got so many Mulan vibes and I’m gonna do it! Thank you for the Haikyuu request, I haven’t written for Haikyuu in such a long time

Koshi Sugawara- Red Handed

Koshi Sugawara has really been suspicious of you since the first time you entered the Gymnasium… you proclaim you’re a boy, you do… look like one, no real feminine body parts so that’s a good sign but you’re also kinda curvy, kinda delicate and have a long man-bun. Well, he can’t really talk much about man buns… Asahi

However, he always felt like there was more with you than meets the eye, it is a feeling stirring in his gut for such a long time now yet it laid dormant for as long, out of how nonsensical it truly is. He just knew it, he just didn’t want to speak up

That’d just be plain rude

This day flies by as every other day, Koshi watching over and working with both Ukai and Daichi to watch over the second and first years of the volleyball club. Hinata and Kageyama eagerly but competitively throwing spikes and hits to each other over the court and the net. Tsukishima just listening to his dear friend, Yamaguchi‘s comments. Nishinoya and Tanaka making quite the big deal over Kiyoko giving them wet towels whilst basically worshipping her every breath, during the break the whole team are taking… but where are you?

Koshi wanted to explore where you are and find out why you always hid away after each break but he is way too polite and well-mannered to dare make his own big deal over you so whilst he watches you arrive back to the court… he thinks you’re odd, always thinks you’re odd. Such a feminine curvy ‘man’ you are, he wonders why but he doesn’t want to press on it too much

After a few more hours, the club finally closes off for the day and as every member begins to clean off, Koshi’s eyes naturally begun to smoothly follow you once more he is done packing up the team’s uniforms, whose is helping Tanaka put away the net on the net set into the storage closet

How weird… but not that important

Koshi is the last member of the club to leave, taking over specific maintaining and cleaning duties off the Coaches and Managers so they can get home and rest sooner, he always wishes to help them as they work so hard for him and the team. His footsteps lightly tap and skid on the slippery wood plane floor of the school’s infamous gymnasium

The keys jiggling loudly in his pant pockets as he checks over the private locker room, going a double check to ensure that no sensitive belongings or important items are left behind and well, yes. There was something… something of yours, your personal club jacket, spotted from the corner of his eyes at your changing locker

Koshi cannot just leave this behind as he picks it up smoothly, his thumbs tracing over the silky soft black fabric and reading over your last name stamped on the back. It’s not even just that, he can feel something harder in the pocket and finds out it’s your phone, making the need to give it back to you more urgent

He does know your address, as all personal information is written down then hidden away by Kiyoko for any possible emergencies. Since you’re also a member of the team, your number and address is dotted down like the rest, including himself

He knows it’s immortal to snoop through confidential information for unnecessary reasons but he doesn’t see it as anymore good to simply leave this possession in the gymnasium where it could possibly be taken by another Club’s members or a faculty member

Koshi, after a few seconds of deep thought and his eyes glued to the folded cellphone his hand is holding through the black club jacket’s pocket, decides that he must personally head to your home and deliver your valuable item himself as he doesn’t want to bother any of your friends nor any of his own teammates to drop it

Setting off on a grave trip to your place after pushing through his own moral thoughts screaming at him to just take your phone number and call you and tell you to come pick up your jacket holding your valuable phone, he can’t bring himself to do so as he locks up the gym slowly and steadily as well as with not even a loud breath leaving him. It’ll be okay

That’s all he tells himself

Koshi, after an almost painful walk with how heavy his heart is over his guilt and shame… he doesn’t know how long this trip took but he didn’t necessarily care, his hands and arms almost possessively clung on the jacket to ensure he won’t lose any little piece of it. He may be a bit suspicious off you but you’re a good kid at the end of the day

He reached a rather pretty looking house in the ordinary neighbourhood of this pretty little town calls theirs, bracing forward with an explanation buried in the wired nerves of his brain and edging on the tip of his tongue. Stopping right before the door, Koshi politely knocks

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

Then silence falls upon himself and the already quiet household for a few long uncomfortable seconds until it swings open and his eyes widen in surprise… that… is you. This pretty girly girl before him, looks so much like you and the way she flinches and her hand tightens on the doorknob. He has a feeling it may just be you

The new member of the Volleyball club, the ‘boy’ whose man bun could give Asahi a run for his money. However, Koshi shoves it aside for now, suspecting it may just be a sister of yours and he is not one to create unwanted drama so he politely cracks a pretty smile and offers the jacket before saying

“Here, ma’am. This is for your brother”

You, going to pretend like you aren’t the boy who joined the club, takes the jacket and makes your voice as sweet and girly as possible to try deflect off your own awful deep impression of a male voice when you’re doing this longtime stupid dare at the club. Answering with a thank you, your mother ruins everything by merely saying

“Dokusha, honey! When you’re done at the door, come to the table! It’s time for dinner!”

That’s all Koshi needed to hear and all the locked away supscious he had, are rising from the deep soiled ground to explore… you’re a girl? Well, he kinda assumed so but he also hoped he was just tripping but he isn’t and he couldn’t be more… offended

It didn’t take long for you to begin panicking, like properly panicking as your mother didn’t even know what was truly going on from the kitchen in her peacefully cheerful oblivious little world. With a flustered face and much shame and regret and a weight of million apologises and begs for forgiveness, you begin mindlessly crying out

“OHMYGODPLEASEDONTTELLANYONEATSCHOOLABOUTTHISISWEARILLDOLITERALLYANYTHINGSUGAWARA-SAN!IWASDAREDTOATTENDTHECLUBBY MYFRIENDS,I’MSORRY!”

Koshi is quite mad at what he has found this very second as you spill out all your guts through begs for him to spare you, the truth about the ‘boy’ he had many suspicions on for such a while yet had always respected by never speaking on. You’re not a boy at all. You lied right to his face?! All for some dumb little dare from some friends! You don’t need to do this! You committed a minor case of fraud, something very immorally wrong

Whilst he is furious, he isn’t heartless

He gets that children like you make dumb mistakes. He makes dumb mistakes… a lot and he won’t throw the book at you for this, even if it’s wrong. He just will give you a long LONG lecture about why this is bad, to never do it again and work to try get you onto the girls’ Volleyball team. If you’re that interested in Volleyball

Koshi eventually manages to find his voice again after examining every part of you with his sharp eyes to remind himself once more that this is real, maintaining his usual composure and poise in a flash, as to not scare you off. He’s mad but he does kinda understand where you come from

“Dokusha… after dinner, do you have a minute to talk? We… need to discuss a number of things”

[yes-divine-ruler]

Your Personal Trainer - Kai Anderson

Part 2

Summary: another private gym session between you and Kai leads to more kinky sex.

x fem!reader

CW: oral (k receiving), fingering, cum eating, degradation, (slight) public sex

wc: 2.5k

Part 1 | Part 3

To say you were nervous to go back to the gym for your second private session was an understatement. All that had been on your mind for the last few days was your personal trainer, his fingers wrapped around your throat, his thick cock stretching out your walls as he pounded you in the shower, the water cascading down his toned chest, the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips. It was distracting you at work, at home, and as much as you tried to ease the sexual tension with your own fingers it never quite felt the same. 

You sat in your car in the parking lot contemplating going inside. You didn’t know what you would do if he tried to act like it didn’t happen, or if it didn’t happen again. It was like an addiction that you had to satisfy. You decided you’d go in, sporting your most revealing sports bra, your cleavage tightly pushed together from the constraining fabric. Your eyelashes were thick with waterproof mascara in an attempt to appear more sensual to him, to show him that you hadn’t stopped thinking about him and that intoxicating blue manbun. 

You approach the front desk, another guy you didn’t recognise at the counter. 

“Hello ma’am, what can I do for you?” he smiled, looking up from his desktop screen to make eye contact with you. 

“Hi, I’m here for a PT session with uh, Kai Anderson?” you said shyly, looking around nervously for the man in your sexual fantasies. 

“Yeah, no worries, I’ll let him know you’re here,” he says, disappearing into a backroom off the reception desk as you stood awkwardly in your slutty gym gear. You were almost worried that Kai wasn’t here today, and you’d have to have a session with someone else. 

You suck in a breath as you watch Kai follow the man from the front desk into reception, chatting to him, oblivious to you standing there staring at him with wide, hungry eyes. He wore grey sweatpants this time, with a simple fitted grey t-shirt, his hair tied up just the way you liked it. He turned his head to make eye contact with you, his lips curving into a devious smirk as you offered him a small smile. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite client,” Kai said, coming around to the other side of the counter to stand in front of you. You blushed as his words, looking down at your sneakers as he chuckled softly at the obvious affect he had on you. 

“Come, let’s get started, I’ve written up a plan for you in the past few days,” you follow Kai into the gym, taking in the mouth-watering appearance of his broad back in his tight t-shirt. You knew this session was going to be even harder to get through than the former, now that your mind had substantial material to feed off. 

He held up the clipboard, coming into you from behind and placing it in front of you to read. You felt his chest press up against yours, freezing from the close proximity between the two of you. 

“Now this, is today’s plan. A mixture of glute focused exercises and abs, it said on your request that these were what you wanted to work on the most, although, I think your ass is fine,” Kai smirked at how tense you felt in front of him, moving in closer so that the erection in his sweatpants lightly brushed up against your backside. Your eyes wearily filtered through his work out plan. 

Single leg deadlift with bench support. 

Leg press. 

Hack squat. 

Lunges. 

Hip adductions. 

Ab circuit. 

Cool down

Rolling with foam roller. 

Blowjob. 

Your eyes widened at the last item on the list, heat instantly rushing between your legs as you thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your needy throat. 

“I- okay looks good,” you could hardly get a word out, as he moved from behind you and walked over to a bench. You followed, as he set down his clipboard, both of you knowing what was on the list and neither of you acknowledging it until you had to. 

He grabbed an 11 lb weight, setting it down next to you as he encouraged you to place one bent leg on the bench, the other foot still touching the floor. You leant over to pick up the weight, beginning to start your first set of single-legged deadlifts. Kai sucked in a harsh breath behind you as he watched you bend over, again and again, acknowledging the already damp patch at the middle seam of your tights. All he could think about was how your cunt felt clenching around his cock, and the whimpers that escaped your pretty little mouth as he savagely pounded into you. This session wouldn’t only be hard for you, but for Kai too, who was eager to get through the plan as soon, and as quick, as possible. 

“Good, you’re doing so much better with your form today,” he encourages, placing a guiding hand on your lower back, pressing back up against your ass from behind as you finished the set. 

“Thanks Kai,” you mutter in reply, a small almost unnoticeable moan escaping your lips as his hand travels from your lower back to your ass, running down the middle seam of your tights towards where you needed him most. 

His hand retracts almost as quickly as its placed there, a small whimper escaping your lips from the loss of contact. A low chuckle escapes Kai’s lips as you look up at him in desperation, he loved the control he had over you. 

“Hey Anderson?” 

Kai turns to face the guy who was previously behind the front desk as he tosses him a lanyard with a multitude of keys. 

“Lock up for us after your session? The gym is closed, so you shouldn’t have anyone else come in,” he smiles as Kai agrees, bidding him a goodnight and watching as he leaves through the glass sliding doors at the entrance. A smile crosses your face knowing that the two of you are now alone, and that anything is possible now that the gym is yours. 

“Right, next exercise?” Kai grins back at you, as though he was reading your mind. 

Kai continued to touch you here and there throughout your workout, his fingers trailing the front of your thighs as you sat down in a squat on the hack squat machine, his arms wrapping around you front behind and determining the angle of your hip during hip adductions. All of it was informative for him, but it only made you grow more lustful for the man by your side. 

When you’d finally completed the last round of your ab circuit, you were drenched in sweat, your cleavage and face sticky from the perspiration. Kai thought you looked so fucking hot tired and worked to your limits, it only made you more compliant to his commands. 

“Now for our last exercise…” Kai smirked as your face blushed impossibly redder, sitting on your bent knees as you tried to steady your breathing. It wasn’t helping that your hands rested on your thighs, your arms pushing your cleavage together making your chest look unbearably good. Kai stepped forward, his crotch in line with your face as you looked up at him from under your thick eyelashes. 

“Here?” you asked him confused, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“It’ll happen wherever I want it to happen, I give the instructions here,” Kai reaches forwards and grips onto the ponytail at the back of your head, pushing your face towards his clothed erection. 

“Look how turned on you’ve made me, wearing that slutty little sports bra- you know exactly what you’re doing,” Kai’s eyes turned darker, his grip on your hair tighter as he pulled down the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. With nothing on underneath, his thick cock sprung free, a gasp escaping your lips at the pleasant surprise. 

“Open,” Kai demanded, gripping onto his erection in his hand and guiding it towards your parted lips, “stick out your tongue.” 

You obey his commands, sticking out your tongue for him as he runs the tip of his cock against it. He groans at the warm wetness of your tongue, before you open your mouth greedily to take the tip in your mouth. He doesn’t object, instead harshly pulling on your hair to slam his cock into your mouth. Your eyes well with tears from the forceful contact with the back of your throat, but you only get more turned on from it. 

Kai fucks your face, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over, ignoring your gags and pleads between short breathes. Your hands shoot up to his thighs, holding tightly onto the skin to try and alleviate some of the forcefulness.

“Look at me while I fuck your pretty throat,” Kai forces your head upwards, your face soaked with tears as he growls at the sight in front of him. Nothing got him off more than a vulnerable whore, crying from the length and thickness of his cock. He eventually pulls out his cock, slick with your saliva, as he pulls you up from the ground. 

He pulls off your tights in a single motion, as you help him kick them off your legs, leaving you in the middle of the gym in just your sports bra and tight lace thong. He ventures over to a bench, pulling you by the hand behind him, before pushing you down on your hands and knees onto it. His fingers pull your panties to the side, before he unclasps your sports bra and lets it fall off your chest. You take a deep breath, glancing around at the glass windows surrounding the building, suddenly nervous that someone could be outside, watching you. 

Its soon forgotten how open your sexual encounter is when your feel Kai’s finger enter you. He lets out a low moan as he pumps his finger inside you, and then inserts a second, stretching you out in preparation for his painfully hard erection. His thumb brushes over your clit, as you arch your back to give him a better view of between your legs. He watches as you clench around him, a dark laugh escaping his lips as he marvels at how bad you need him.

“My god, don’t you just have the neediest cunt, you want my cock so bad don’t you?” he asks, retracting his fingers from inside you and bending over you to display them by your face. 

“Suck on them, taste yourself,” he seethes, shoving his two soaked fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue. You hollow your cheeks around his fingers, tasting your own arousal after a sweaty gym session and even swallowing after he removes them. 

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl, I want to hear you beg,” he taunts, rubbing his tip between your soaked folds and up against your clit as you whither in pleasure beneath him. 

“Please Kai, I need you,” you plead pathetically, arching your back even more as you try and push yourself back onto his cock. He suddenly lays a hard slap down on your ass at your eagerness to feel him inside you again, tutting as you let out a small whine. 

“You need me to what?” he urges, pressing his tip back against your entrance. 

“I need you to fuck me Kai, please, I need to feel your cock,” you almost cry out, as he finally slides into you with ease. You both let out satisfied moans as he begins mercilessly pounding into you, already close to his own release after fucking your mouth. He watches in awe as your ass bounces against him with every thrust, leaning forward and tugging again on your ponytail. Your arched back makes his cock hit deep inside you, his rough and fast thrusts tipping your closer and closer to your own release. You had been waiting for this for 2 days, and now that it was finally here, you couldn’t get enough. 

“Oh Kai please, it feels so good,” you moan, his hands coming down to grasp both your ass cheeks in a tight grip, digging his fingers into your skin. He throws his head back in pleasure, building up pace until he finally pulls out, stroking his length in his hand until he releases all over your ass. 

He doesn’t leave you without your own release, turning you over so you’re on your back, plunging his two fingers into your cunt and curling them up to reach your spot of intense pleasure. He watches your face as your mouth gapes open and your eyes squeeze shut, his thumb coming up to rub against your clit as you finally orgasm. The orgasm feels like a dream, as it courses through your body like an electric shock, Kai letting out a moan of his own as he feels you clench around him. A mix of your arousal and Kai’s ejaculate coats the bench beneath you, as you sit up in exhaustion. 

“Looks like you have some cleaning up to do,” Kai mutters, looking down at the bench, now with his sweatpants back on and clinging to his hips. You look at him in shock. 

“Me?” you ask, pointing a finger at your bare chest. He doesn’t answer, instead gripping onto the back of your head and pushing it down towards the pool on the bench. You try and move your head away, but Kai only chuckles as your cheek contacts your combined secretions. 

“Don’t be a disobedient little slut and clean up your fucking mess, it’s all your fault” Kai spits, as you turn your head and stick your tongue out against the bench in dread, knowing that this bench was in use by the public. 

“I’m waiting,” Kai mutters, as he pushes your tongue against it and watches you lap it up with your tongue, your face cringing at the taste.

“Good slut,” Kai praises, as he finally takes his hand off your head, allowing you to stand from the bench and locate your clothes. 

You dress and watch Kai as he goes passed the front desk and into the backroom. The lights switch off suddenly, and you’re quick to move to the front of the gym, careful not to trip over any equipment. 

“Booked your next session?” Kai asks, as you both stood outside as he locks the gym shut with his lanyard of keys. 

“Yeah,” you reply, as he turns with his gym bag and heads into the parking lot. 

“See you whenever that is,” Kai chuckles, before stopping in his tracks and turning back towards you. He leans down and kisses you softly, a weird contrast to the roughness of the events that just occurred inside. 

He pulls away without another word and walks towards his car, as you clear your throat and head towards yours, legs shaking as you walked. If this was going to be a regular thing, you felt that maybe you’d need it outside the gym because two more days was too long without feeling Kai Anderson. 

[incesthemes]

Debating whether to trick or treat because you did it because of me or not to trick or treat because you were nervous you wouldn't have anything to say and it gives you more work... As if there's ever a chance I wouldn't pick the former. Trick or treat!

lmao thank you!!! okay for you i pulled out a snippet from a wip i started working on immediately after watching 15x13, where huntercorp sam and dean stay in the bunker with our sam and dean instead of being deported to brazil. i've only shared this wip with one or two other people so congrats on being the third!!! lmao

“It’s fine, Dean.” Sam puts a hand on Dean’s thigh and squeezes, rubs it up and down the length and gets just a little too close to his crotch on his way back up. He takes Dean’s chin with his other hand and caresses him for a moment, eyes locked together. “We’ll figure it out later. It’s not that big a deal.” When Dean is calmer and Sam finally lets go, he finds the other Sam and Dean staring wide-eyed at them, shock-still and rigid as they watch the two of them. Dean looks back at them. “Can we help you?” Freak Sam breaks out of the stupor first and shakes his head vigorously, enough that Dean vaguely wonders if it’ll knock his manbun loose. “No! No, we’re fine! Aren’t we, Dean?” An elbow to his ribcage gets Freak Dean nodding along, but he doesn’t stop staring. Cas leans in over the table, his tie dragging through the pool of ketchup. “I believe they’re a bit bewildered by the nature of your relationship, Dean.” Sam hums questioningly, and it takes Dean a few seconds to process as well. When it hits him, it hits hard. “What, you think we’re gay?” Freak Dean clears his throat as if he’s been scandalized. “Dude, no, we don’t swing that way. Right, Sammy?” Sam pulls a face. “I mean, if you wanna be technical about it.” “Never mind, don’t listen to him.” Dean rolls his eyes. “He went to college in California; you know what they do to kids’ brains there.” The other Sam and Dean look like they do not, in fact, know what colleges in California do to kids’ brains. “I’m not gay,” Dean insists just to drive it home. “Sammy can be whatever he wants to be.” “Dean,” Sam says gently, placing his hands over Dean’s. “I think they’re more weirded out by the fact that we’re, y’know…” Dean takes a moment to process this, too. “Fucking?” The other Sam and Dean choke on something at the same time, doubling over with both hands braced on the table. The kitchen is filled with raucous coughing and hacking, a sound Dean thinks is probably similar to cats throwing up a hair ball. “Seriously?” Sam asks, face hard and disapproving. Dean just shrugs. “What else do you wanna call it? And if you say ‘dating’ I’ll knock you out cold right here.” Sam’s face contorts. “Yeah, no. Never that.”

👻 ask box trick-or-treat! 🎃

[luvlanadr]

・。.・゜✭・.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 <𝟑

𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐰, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐡

..┌────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┐..

kai sighed, 'fuck,' he grunted slamming the door behind him. i sat propped on the sofa watching some shitty sitcom, before quickly turning it off, my eyes retreating from the screen to a frustrated kai.

'it's such fucking bullshit' he raised his voice, frantically slamming his head against the wall. kai had some council business to attend to today clearly it hasn't gone well at all. the thing about this situation is the fact i was unable to even question what happened, as kai told me 'a woman like me shouldn't worry about things which don't concern me'.

he ripped the hairtie out of his hair which was previously in his what he claimed 'sophisticated' and 'professional' manbun, running both his hands through his long blue hair,clearly irritated, releasing another sigh.

he glanced over at me, the darkness in his eyes overwhelming and significantly more apparent usual, his gaze emphasised his fury, lust, desire and a sense of slight desperation. kai was a difficult man to read, his hard exterior, a full facade to hide how distressed, distraught and broken he truly was, which encouraged his overwhelming fascination and desire of exuding authority and power.

he walked over to me, gently releasing his hand from the tightened fist it was a second ago. he sat next to me and ran his hands through my hair, 'what a good girl waiting for me,' i flinched slightly at this attention, this kind of behaviour was absurd. the only time he's like this is when he wants something.

'of course,ka-' he placed a finger on my lips, his slight smile almost a snarl.

'what were you about to call me?' he asked his tone harsh and rough.

'um, uh divine ruler,are' my tone was weak and frail,' are you o-ok?'

'better, but no i'm not.' he huffed 'clearly, I'M FUCKING NOT, I THOUGHT EVEN YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO SEE THAT,'

his abrupt aggression doesn't suprise me, but it always strikes fear inside me.

kai smiled sadisticly as he wandered over to the table, incuating for me to follow, to which i obeyed.

he propt up his pinky, 'y/n,' he spoke softly as i locked my pinky with his 'what scares you the most?'

without any hesitation, i muttered 'you'

'and, last question for now. what do you love most?'

'you, kai.'

'come here,' he ushered me over, incinuating for me to sit on his lap, as i did his arm snaked around my waist pulling me close to him, 'to make up for your idiotic behaviour you're going to help me,ok?' the question was clearly rhetorical i had no choice.so i nodded my head in response.

'good' he kissed me rough and abruptly, our mouths moving in sync as he gently bit the bottom of my lip, causing it to bleed ever so slightly, he used his tongue to lick the blood off my plump, swollen bottom lip, as he grinned against the kiss.

his hand was rubbing up and down my back, the little gesture causing my cheeks to feel hot and overwhelmingly flustered.

he gradually moved his hands to my hips on either side, lifting me up gently onto the table, before roughly pinning my shoulders down to the table, asserting authority and dominance. he glanced over my whole body, his hands either side of my head as he lingered above me, 'you're the prettiest like this quiet, in my control and willing to do anything i please, as i expect, this is why i chose you y/n.' he kissed my lips quickly, before pulling away to swiftly undo the buttons of his shirt as it fell off his shoulders, revealing his toned body, i admired him, as he slowly unbuckled his belt dropping it to the floor.

it wasn't long until he sat me up to pull off my shirt, and swiftly removed my pants, leaving me in his favourite blue lingerie set, this caused a smirk to appear on his face, ' bend over for your divine ruler ,my pretty little slut' he insisted, the nickname caused my legs to feel weak, before obeying , getting up and bending over, my hands pressed firmly on the table.

as i bent over, it caused a grunt to escape kai's lips. he ran his fingers along my back,as he got lower began to play with the straps of my panties, his large hands squeezed my ass, before he roughly smacked it, causing me to wince in agony, i could hear kai grunt slowly, ' do that again', he muttered as he smacked my ass again, gaining the same reaction, which he deired and craved.

with no hesitation, he pulled my panties to the side, before teasing my entrance, he inserted two fingers into my already dripping pussy, he pumped them in and out before stating amused, 'god you're such a filthy whore, already wet when i've barely he touched you.' he scoffed ' i could slip my cock into you right now, and you could take it already, huh?' he remained pumping his fingers in and out of my wet cunt as i nodded.

'good little slut, you can barely speak already,' he paused for a second before fully pulling my panties off, he placed his hands on my hips as he teasted the tip of his cock against my slick.

he thrusted fully into me, causing a murmur to escape my lips, he grabbed my hips agressively pounding into me, causing multiple whines and moans to escape my lips.

he rocked my hips onto him, causing grunts on his part, my walls clenched around him, as his body began to tense,

'you're going to take it, until you fucking give me my messiah, you're the perfect woman to carry it and give me what you know i need, my queen,' i wimpered in response, as he thrusted fastly into me, it wasn't long before kai came inside of me, he didn't pull out, he held my hips against him as he remained inside of me.

after a while he dismmised this, his voice demanding and stern 'now, go clean up, i have a meeting to hold later,' he pulled out of me with no regard, quickly slipping his clothes back on and returning to research on his laptop.

..└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘..

quick a/n

just wanted to say sorry if this isn't the best i've never properly attempted to write smut before and this layout is different to what i'm used to. none the less, i hope you enjoyed <3

[holdmytesseract]

Loki & 'your eyes told me girl come ride me' (need to know by doja cat)

Love your writing ❤❤

a/n: Thank you for this request, nonnie and your kind words! I hope you like what I wrote! ❤

Warnings: this is quite a bit spicy, Loki thirst

Word Count: 932

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

One Look

You sat together with all the other Avengers around the big table in the meeting room on the thirtieth floor; listening to Steve's 'presentation'. Well... Everybody else did. You had tried to listen to him. You really did, but you couldn't help yourself... You got distracted very easily - by the handsome man – sorry, God, sitting across from you at the table. You stared at his side profile, watching the defined muscles in his jaw flex from time to time. Your eyes ran down the curves and edges of his razor-sharp cheekbone, biting your lip. Blue eyes were directed on the screen, which hung upon one of the white walls. He was visibly bored by Steve's performance. Well, you couldn't blame him. Loki's usual long, wild raven locks were now tamed by a manbun, holding his curls together. The black t-shirt he wore clung to his upper body like a second skin, leaving absolutely no imagination for the bulging muscles that hid beneath. Delicious, you thought, subtly licking your lips. Oh, what you would give to feel his strong body underneath your fingertips. To kiss every inch of his skin and to worship his godly man- "Y/N, do you think you can do that on your own, or do you need help?" Steve's words suddenly ripped your harshly out of your lusting state, causing you to blink slightly confused. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so you decided to just play it cool. "Uh, I think a little help would be great." To your luck and sheer relief didn't seem Steve to notice, that you were mentally more than absent and nodded. "Alright. Wanda, you're going to accompany her. Is that okay for you?" You heard Wanda agreeing, audibly happy to be your partner in, well... whatever. "Now that this is settled, we need to talk about the distraction..." Steve continued to speak, while you swallowed hard. That was a close one, you thought. Almost got caught.

Yet unbeknownst to you, you did get caught. Already a long time ago. Did you really think Loki wouldn't notice that you were staring holes into him? Literally drooling all over him? Of course, he noticed. A smirk tugged at the God's lips as you stammered for an answer to the Captain's question.

What you didn't know as well, was that Loki found it very flattering and quite sexy that you desired him so much. It massaged his ego - and above else finally told him that the feeling was mutual. He had laid his eyes upon you a long time ago. Something you failed to notice. How could he not? You were the most attractive mortal woman he had ever seen; the curves of your body positively calling out for him to worship them. He wanted you, and you wanted him - like the God knew now. The evidence was more than clear. Time to act, Loki thought. He turned his head into your direction, facing your flustered self.

Unaware, you turned your head away in embarrassment - only to look straight into Loki's face. And that look on his face caused you to almost fall off your chair. It wasn't the first time you made eye contact with the mischievous and devilishly handsome god, oh no, but the look he gave you now, was something else. A look he never ever gave you before. Something utterly erotic and raw sparkled in those blue orbs... Something primal and passionate. He was literally eye-fucking you. Slightly flustered, but undeniably turned on, you looked away, trying to focus on Steve again - which was a very hard thing to do. Not even after the meeting, when you were back in your room, weren't you able to focus on something else than him. You tried to distract yourself; listened to some music and watched TV. Hence, you even tried to sleep, but it was in vain. In the end, you'd always see Loki's face.

At some point, you had enough and made a decision. He obviously wanted you. You wanted him, so why hold back any longer?

On tiptoes, you sneaked to his room, three floors beneath yours - and knocked on his door. Hopefully he was still awake, you thought. He was. Not even ten seconds later sprung the door to his room open. As soon as his eyes landed on your frame, he started to smile that dangerously sexy smile - what was all you needed to get you going. "Well, hello Y/N. Did you finally make your way to my-" You didn't let him talk further. The fact that he literally awaited you, triggered something feral inside you. So, you didn't hesitate a second, grabbed him by the lapels of his ridiculously tight t-shirt and slammed your lips onto his, stealing his breath. Loki was surprised at first, but he quickly caught up, moving his lips in sync with yours. His hands found your hips, pulling you swiftly inside his room. You kicked the door shut with your foot and took over the control again, pushing him forwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed, causing him to fall backwards on the soft mattress. Panting and with dilated pupils, Loki looked up at you, witnessing how you climbed seductively on top of him. "Darling, what-" Once again you didn't let him finish his sentence. You licked your lips, smirking. "Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" - and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." You purred; hands already working to undo the belt of his black jeans.

[inkwell-passion]

Farther Than Life

The screams of welding torches and hissing of pipes fill my ears while I work on the Al-Space Drive for the P.I. Odyssey's Maiden Voyage. As I'm lost in my head, the doors of the engineering bay hiss open, like a cat not wanting you to come any closer, causing me to startle and attempt to sit up, resulting me in hitting my head.

The Vapid Captain with the blurry nametag of 'Seymour'... I think, presses his hands to his hips and cocks an eyebrow. "Hey, Engi' What's the status on the Drive?"

I roll out from underneath the drive, looking at him and squinting, trying to read his tag to remember his name. "It could have been done already, if you hired me a week or two earlier. What are you thinking cutting corners like this, Sir." I grumble before sliding my phone out from my front pockets, looking the black reflection of the screen as a makeshift mirror, massaging the salt and pepper beard that was trimmed to regulation standards, and slicking his hair back into the manbun.

"The Jump is in 45 minutes have it ready by then. We're on a tight schedule." I squint closer at the nametag, oh it says 'Seldom'. Man I need better glasses.

"Sir Yes Sir." I drone like a private that is just a little less eager than he should be.

"No delays." The Captain reminds me, and I roll my eyes and give him a thumbs up.

"We wasted a good minute or two of your 'tight schedule' in order for you to tell me shit I already know, Sir So if you don't have anything else to say, Let me get back to work." I kneel back down and slide into the drive. God that guy is an asshole.

If they had hired me just a few weeks earlier, They would not be paying my Hazard Rates, and I would have been in and out of here in about two weeks time, but no. They just wanted to wait until the last second, what were these Pangea Cucks even thinking? Or was it the Gaia Thundercunts that did it instead...I can't remember.

I reach around to find my monkey wrench, grabbing it and loosening the bolt keeping the calibration panel covered, and input the master code to start running a basic diagnostics. As it runs the lengthy diagnostic process, I slide back from underneath it and walk over to the mirror, fixing my Engineer coveralls and readjusting my cracked glasses.

In the mirror I can just faintly read my own nametag 'Hermon Ordon, Senior Engineer'. God my coveralls are dirty, and probably irradiated....among other things. I also notice how the beige of the coveralls contrasts harshly with my pale-ass complexion, whoever decided I needed to compete with milk for how white I am should be put in front of a Grand Jury.

While I am sat in front of the full body mirror, lost in my own critique of myself, I fail to notice the announcement for the Al-Space Jump. The thing that snaps me out of my self-hate fueled fugue state was the expensive sound of an Al-Space drive having a catastrophic meltdown, before suddenly, it all goes wrong. The last thing going through my head is worrying about how much the repairs are going to cost me, before the world turns to onyx.

Black, then White.

Blue, then Orange.

Red, then Green.

Purple, then Yellow.

Before I can even register what I'm seeing, it all mixes together to reveal the oil-painted dunes and mountains in front of me, my head aches and my vision is bleary. I feel around for my glasses, grabbing them once I find them and finally I start to clean them. Once my glasses are clean, I put them on, they feel much better than before...before what?

I can't seem to remember what happened before I opened my eyes in this strange land...or is this land familiar? It ebbs and flows in a way that confuses my senses. Its colors invade my eyes even when I close them, it fills my ears with noises that feel close to natural, but something is off.

In the time that I had been focusing on the scenery itself, it has shifted from mountains and dunes to flowered plains, the flowers melting and melding into each other, evermoving as I start walking through the field, trying to find some anchor, something that holds some semblance of genuine familiarity, not this faux similarity that threatens to lull me into a false sense of security. My walking feels more like swimming, as if it is trying to convince me I'm simultaneously walking, swimming, and floating through a vacuum.

Over the horizon I spot the P.I. Odyssey, and in a mere instant I'm right in front of it. Well, half of it, due to whatever happened, it was sheared in half through pure stress overloading its tensile strength...How did I get over here? When I turn back there is nothing for me to have passed through, it's not a wall, my eyes just....stop perceiving. I turn back to the P.I. Odyssey before I can get too freaked out about the concept of my eyes not working.

The sparkling new vessel looks both brand new, and weathered through a hundred asteroid storms, almost like being sat in a state of quantum superposition despite being observed. I step through one of the cracks in the armor, and find myself impossibly in a crew hallway. I should have at least found myself in a maintenance hall first. The more I try to make sense of this place, it makes my head hurt linearly, I feel both alive and dead, faux-walking through the walls before feeling as if I'm actually walking again. A sense of familiarity washing over me as I explore, trying to find another soul on this vessel.

I can't.

I walk through the hollow halls of the warship, dodging a mixture of rusted out holes and bare metal frameworks, dancing through the past, present, and future of this warship. What happened here? I pour over my memories and I can't seem to find any evidence that I was ever even on this ship, yet I navigate it with a familiarity that helps me from getting too lost. I need to get medical resources, that and food are the most important thing in a survival situation like this.

Is this a survival situation? Where even am I...

Who am I?

I look down at my nametag, apparently I'm Hermon Ordon, and I was a Senior Engineer. That doesn't sound right, but it also doesn't sound wrong...What happened?

The ship trembles and rumbles, the shaking is familiar yet distant, close yet strange. My body moves before my mind can follow, diving to the floor and covering my head, it feels like this is both my first time and my hundredth time doing this, but no impact comes, sitting in an endless void of anticipation and waiting. Memories flood into my head but they're mixed up, as if it's just the raw data without any formatting.

My eyes shoot open, before I scramble to my feet and start sprinting towards the medical bay, slamming the door open and heading to the first aid kit, but when I open it, I find myself back outside the ship.

That doesn't make sense, I was at the medbay, what do you mean I'm outside the ship. Was I just lost in my thoughts? I could have sworn I was there.

It doesn't matter, I know where to go, I climb up into the ship and start walking the all-too-familiar path, letting my mind wander. What is this place? Where am I? Where Is Everyone else? and Why does it feel like I won't get an answer to any of this. Where was Captain Seymour or Seldom or whatever his name was, why do my glasses work better than I remember?

Before I can even start working on the labyrinthine twisted task of working through the knot of questions I have tied for myself, I bump headfirst into the first aid kit in the medbay.

Odd, that trek should have taken longer. Or no time at all considering I was already here before I was placed back outside the ship like a laggy old video game character. I open the first aid kit attached to the wall and I find nothing but the imprint of medical supplies. I mean I reach out and try to grab them and my hands just grasp open air. It looks like they are a collectable set waiting to be well...collected.

Nothing seems to make sense here, I can't understand any of this, every time I come close to understanding even a fraction of this, it shifts and breaks itself. I don't think I was ever meant to be here. Where is everyone? Why am I alone?

I don't like being alone.

I don't like being forgotten.

I'm overwhelmed with that same macabre feeling of trying to comprehend the end of comprehension, trying to imagine what it feels like not to think, not to understand, not to perceive, to be absolutely nothing. It scares me.

I shake my head and call out. "Alright funny joke everybody! You can turn off the simulation."

There's No Response.

Panic hits me like a freight train, I run through the halls of the ship, and back out, all around me I find an endless sky streaked with Aurora Borealis like colors. The flower fields having disappeared, and my footing along with it. My faux-walking returns as I swim out and out and out, looking for the edge of this simulation. It has to be a simulation. There's no way this isn't a simulation, none of this makes sense.

I'm not alone, nobody forgot me, I'm just in the ship, I'm having fun with the crewmates who I'm helping out. What was I helping them out with? I can't even recall, please let me remember, if God exists please let me remember, what was I doing, what was I doing, What was I doing.

Why Can't I Remember?

My body flails, the scenery around me shifts, alarm bells are blaring in my head, water filling my senses. Help Why can't I find the edge, these Simulations have edges. This has to be a simulation, it needs to be a simulation.

Please let this be a simulation.

Solar flares howl in my ears despite me being in a body of water.

An explosion rings in my ears and I find myself in a labyrinth. I think it's a labyrinth at least. I can't really comprehend it anything. My mind betrays me everywhere I go, I can't understand anything going on, every time I search for an anchor it gets stolen from me.

My head screams in pain as I continue to walk, following along the right wall. If this isn't a simulation then what is it, I can't remember anything with clarity, the scenery keeps shifting as if there are thousands of landscapes intersecting each other. None of my theories stick, I just can't understand this and that scares me.

By following the right wall, I find myself at the center of the Labyrinth, staring down a tree that's larger than life.

Wait that's it.

Larger Than Life

I'm dead. This is my mind trying to grapple that it's dead! I'm Farther Than Life itself!

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no no no.

"No no no that can't be right" my hoarse and broken voice whimpers out to no one, being met with a tsunami of senseless voices.

They all melt into one voice. My own. And it tells me.

"Stop trying to make sense of it. Stop Thinking. It'll all go much easier."

And so, I stop.

[Playback End]

Dr. Arkwright sits in awe of what she just saw, looking towards Orchestra with a silent question. 'What did I just watch?'.

Orchestra has no answer that would be anything that Iris doesn't already know.

Dr. Arkwright would collapse into her chair once more.

"Play it again."

"Of Course Iris."

[the-one-and-only-overlass]

so, for context: i am currently a package handler (professional box stacker) at fedex, having started the job a couple weeks ago.

today, earlier in my shift, i was having some trouble with the trailer i was assigned. i was working in the belly of the trailer, which is the part that runs under the actual floor of the trailer (there's flaps on either side that close down over the belly with a bunch of rollers running down the middle for packages). and i'm getting absolutely swamped. the packages are coming in fast and a lot of them are pretty heavy, which leads to them getting jammed up against each other and makes them even harder to lift. and that's when they don't fall down almost on top of me. just. i cannot overstate how much this felt like a fucking landslide but instead of rocks and mud it's cardboard boxes.

enter my manager. picture a white hipster guy. tattoos, ear gauges, manbun, yknow. except clean shaven and without the glasses.

he just kinda peeks in the trailer, then jumps in, walks over to the end of the trailer, and asks me to get out of the belly.

confused and wondering what he wants, i comply.

and then It Happens.

he begins loading the packages. and yk the 'asskicking equals authority' trope? where the guy with the guy who's best at fighting is in charge? yeah this was that but instead of violence it's stacking boxes.

i turn around to pick up another package and stack it on top of the wall at the back and when i turn back around he's already halfway done.

i can't clearly remember exactly how long it took him to load the belly but it's at most a tenth the time it would have taken me. this man is placing a box about once every two seconds. there is no wasted movement. borderline supernatural box-slinging powers.

by the time he leaves the trailer, about 5-10 minutes later, the landslide has completely abated. the enormous pile of boxes has been drained down to nothing. i am left in awe.

[film-in-my-soul]

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Summary: Steve doesn't even like pizza.

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Summary: The man blows out a breath. It's a surprisingly prosaic noise. "Let's start over," he decides. "I'm Bucky." He wraps Percy's leash around his left hand, leans down, and holds out his right. Steve takes it. It's warm and calloused, the skin a little rough. "Bucky Barnes." He tugs at Steve's hand and Steve lets himself be helped to his feet. "Steve Rogers," Steve says. "What the fuck?" Bucky laughs. Steve has to make himself let go of Bucky's hand after what he hopes is a normal amount of time, not a creeper amount of time. Bucky's laugh is really nice. He thinks he'd like to hear it again. But first, there's the matter of the gryphon.

Reading Time With Pickle | 6,682 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: “This is my book?” Steven holds up the scraps of paper. “This is my book!” Bucky’s mouth twists. “Yeah. Sorry about that.” While Steve struggles to think of anything else to say other than variants of ‘you tore up my book, you dick’, Bucky carries his jar of pickles over to the counter but doesn’t put it down, and unscrews the lid. “You want a pickle?” he asks, taking one out and biting the end. “No, I do not want a damn pickle,” Steve snaps. “You tore up my book.” You dick.

Apes Debemus Imitari (We Should Imitate the Bees) | 15,711 | buckysbees

Summary: Steve operates a fruit & veg stand at a farmer's market. Bucky keeps bees and has started up a honey shop just opposite. They're failing to get along. Steve gets along a lot better with the anonymous friend he's been writing letters to. In fact, he's rapidly falling for him.

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Bait and Switch 'verse by galwednesday

3 Part Series | Rated G-T | Total Words: 5,797

Part 1 Summary: "Post-action tacos?” Tony suggested. “I’m thinking that place by Fordham. BattleBot, you in?” “Can’t,” the Soldier said, typing something into his phone. “I have a date.” Tony stopped talking for an entire three seconds. “You. Have a date.” The Soldier looked up and blinked, clearly nonplussed to find Sam and Tony both staring at him. “Yes.” “With who?” “My boyfriend.” “You have a boyfriend. You have a boyfriend?” Tony looked like he’d just walked into a lamppost, and then the lamppost had handed him a birthday present.

Coffee & A Library by thepinupchemist / @sergeantscarlett

2 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 10,984

Part 1 Summary: In the heart of a modern library, children's librarian Bucky Barnes meets his match in the form of the new barista: Steve Rogers. He doesn't think there's any way his crush could be requited -- but sometimes librarians don't know everything.

Slide to Answer by relenafanel / @relenafanel

3 Part Series | Rated T | Total Words: 13,064

Part 1 Summary: "What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.” There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up. “Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

endgame by wearing_tearing / @wearing-tearing & talkplaylove / @talkplaylove

3 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 19,132

Part 1 Summary: A notification from Check, Mate? blinks back at him. Steve’s heart speeds up when he opens the app and then his face breaks into a blinding grin when sees what’s waiting for him. James likes him back.

what's for dessert? by brideofquiet / @bride-ofquiet

6 Part Series | Rated T-E | Total Words: 34,196

Part 1 Summary: Now, Steve is no prude. In fact, he is very much the opposite of a prude, but that’s mostly behind closed doors or when it’ll earn him better tips. But he feels the blush rising on his cheeks anyway, because who really expects to pull a string of anal beads from the lost and found at their restaurant job on a Thursday morning? No one should ever expect that. That’d be fucking weird as hell to expect that.

Lovecraft in Brooklyn by littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

2 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 38,780

Part 1 Summary: Bucky shrugs. “My brothers wish me dead. But I have claimed this world as mine, and should any dare approach I will slaughter them, and their progeny.” “Oh,” Steve says weakly. “Well, it’s tough coming from a large family.”

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Character names in Lost and Found (a random little behind the scenes)

I really need to take today off from writing, but brain is still in fic mode, so I decided I'd throw this together, in case some of you guys might find it amusing. So here's a little behind the scenes about some OC names in Lost and Found (with a cameo from Mrs. Tediore!).

Drew Mansford, Rhys's PA: inspired by Judah Mannowdog in BoJack Horseman. Same uber-professional attitude (with a bit of heart if you know where to look), minus the facial hair, and a ponytail instead of a manbun. I wrote Drew as being Judah's younger brother (Judah being the "brother working for a top talent agency on Eden-5"). The original Mannowdog's name was originally a play on the phrase "you're the man, dog", so I figured Mansford was close enough.

Jack Wilkes, mayor of Outlook: he's only got a cameo, and yeah, this one I just pulled out of a hat. The main purpose of this character is to give Rhys a small heart attack when Drew tells him that "Jack's waiting on line two" (at a time in the fic where Jack should NOT have any form of phone privileges yet).

Dr. David L. Brent, the scientist capable of building a lifelike android body for Jack (or so we hope): That one's probably my favorite. The surname Brent is a callback to Brent Spiner, everyone's favorite android (who also plays said android's creator Dr. Noonian Soong). L&F's Brent's initials are, of course, a nod to Data and Lore.

The name partners of the legal firm Burnwood, Pearson and Clarke. Diana Burnwood is from the Hitman franchise. Being a high-profile handler of an international assassination agency, I thought she'd fit well in the Borderlands world of corporate law. Pearson is Jessica Pearson from Suits, a show that is the closest thing TV has to a Legal Firm Rhack AU. Clarke is, of course, none other than Meg herself.

Which brings us to...

Megan Clarke, Jack's PA and second wife. We all know that Meg-the-PA became fanon after the famous in-character interview with Dameon Clarke, and as for her surname-- whoops, see what I did there? (I've always wondered if no-one ever called me out on this because it's just too freaking obvious.)

P.S. Speaking of the characters that straddle the line between canon and fanon/OC, just thought I'd mention Mrs. Tediore, who doesn't make an appearance in the games, but truly shines in this video ad for Tediore guns.

P.P.S. I almost forgot Stephanie, the live squid Rhys had accidentally digistructed in Opportunity. I honestly can't remember where her name came from. Maybe Jack can help.

...or not. Either way, despite her name origins being lost to history, I can assure you that Stephanie is alive and well, and has a beautiful home inside a giant aquarium in the new Atlas HQ.

[banannabethchase]

They went after each other twice onscreen during Dynamite. But it didn't stop there.

~

Hi yes this is a Professional Wrestling Fic. No, I didn't expect myself to be here either. Mox and Hangman were just so horny for each other last night this essentially wrote itself. I'm blaming my husband for this.

Takes place basically during AEW Dynamite 11/30/2022, after that second Mox/Hangman interaction when Hangy had that little manbun.

Title from Ryan Star's "Start a Fire" because I always use his songs for titles when I'm stuck in 2010.

~

There’s a bruise already forming on his cheekbone, a split lip threatening to bleed everywhere. “You need to leave the building,” Tony says sternly. “I get that he goaded you, but there’s – I can’t do this whole fighting thing again.” There’s exhaustion in his voice. Adam gets it, he really does, but he can’t take on Tony’s problems right now.

“I know,” Adam says, and he wants to slam the phone down, flip it shut, something, but he has to settle for an impotent press of the End Call button.

“Mr. Page -”

“I’m fine!” Adam snaps, pushing past the last security guard as he hovers between Adam and the door back into the main arena. “I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

One of the guys, a young kid named Bennett from forty miles out, from a farm like the one Adam grew up on, eyes him hesitantly. “Mr. Page, sir,” he says, voice practically quivering, “I was instructed to ensure you exit the building after getting your things.”

Adam groans. “Fine. Walk with me. Just – act like this is normal, okay?”

“If I’m being honest, sir, this is the least normal day of my life.”

Adam laughs, pushing sweaty hair from his forehead. “In this industry, you’ll get used to it.”

Bennett doesn’t respond, walking quietly next to Adam like a squire. He likes this kid. But he likes the silence more.

Bennett drops him off at the locker room hastily labeled, “Hangman.” He’s fairly certain it’s a repurposed closet. Amanda and maybe Megha probably cleared this out once they heard he was coming, and the thought warms him a little bit. At least he has someone here who cares about him. With the Elite and Dark Order in different universes from himself, he’s glad to have a place to sit.

He drops, heavy, onto the bench. It’s not a bench, on second check. He’s sitting on a string of black metal chairs lined up. “Figures,” he grumbles.

He doesn’t rush as he gathers his stuff, and Bennett doesn’t leave the door.

“What, you think you can take me by yourself?” Adam asks. He fights the laugh behind his voice. “You gonna rush me or something?”

Bennett shrugs. “No. I think they just consider me expendable. As long as we can get the two of you out of the building, I’m good.” There’s a menacing crash in the hallway. “I think I jinxed myself.”

“Hangman!” Adam recognizes the growl just as surely as he recognizes the anger rising in his chest.

Silently, he stands. He’s got at least four inches on the kid. It’d make his heart hurt, just a little bit, to take him out, but you do what you’ve got to do. “You gonna hold me back?”

Bennett shakes his head, stepping into the closet. “I’ll just – I’ll go back in here. It’ll be like high school all over again. “

Adam steps past the door, and there’s Moxley. Jon fuckin’ Moxley, storming down the hallway like a man on a mission. Adam runs at him, noticing in the back of his mind that it was a picture perfect spear that sends them both crashing to the ground, fists flying. He hears the footprints of the security guards in the hall, close behind them, and he pulls them both to their feet. He turns around, taking a fist to the jaw as payment, and manages to grab the door to the showers and haul Moxley in there with him. Mox kicks the door shut behind them, then slams Adam against the wall.

“What the fuck,” he says, breathing hard, eyes dead on Adam’s, “do you think you’re doing here?”

Adam grins as he pushes against Moxley, freeing a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Just what all of us are.”

Mox gives him a last shove and steps away, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms. He scrubs a hand over his face. “Last time I saw you, you got pulled out on a fuckin’ stretcher, and you come back like this?” He whirls back toward Adam. There’s blood dripping from his eyebrow. It makes his eyes look bluer, somehow. Mox thunders toward the showers, leaning his arms against the tile.

Adam lets out a harsh little laugh. “You were running your mouth up there. Somebody had to shut you up.”

Mox huffs out a little laugh. “Of all people, you had to be the one there. I nearly killed you.” He turns back to Adam. “You got any idea how shitty it’s been the past few weeks?”

“Probably as bad as getting your lights knocked out with a simple clothesline,” Adam says, shrugging. “People are out there calling me a pussy, man. You at least have the crowd behind you.”

Mox licks his lips. “Oh, we’re talking about things behind me now?” Adam’s never had that smile directed toward him, not out of the ring. Predatory, combative, hungry. But there’s something else in this smile. He stalks toward Adam. “You think I forgot about that last time we talked in the ring?” He rubs a thumb against his bottom lip, catching on the split in a way that sends a spark through Adam. He can’t tear his eyes away. “You got a look in your eye, kid.”

“I’m, like, six years younger than you.” Adam’s eyes flicker up. “Quit calling me kid.”

Mox rolls his shoulders again, the tension loosening not a bit, as he stares Adam down. “I got a question for you.”

Adam can’t help his eyes from flickering to Mox’s lips. From wondering if he can more with that mouth than just talk in the ring. “I might have an answer.”

“I wanna know what you meant with that laugh,” Mox says. “Sounded like a challenge.”

“What laugh?”

Mox crowds into him, close enough that he could line their bodies up if he wanted to, and Adam didn’t know he wanted it until this very moment. “When I told you I’d choke you ‘til you’re blue,” he says, that gruff voice nearly a whisper. “You looked a little too excited.” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “But not in a match way.”

Adam straightens. He’s eye level with Mox on any damned day, but, right now, it feels like more. “No,” he decides to say. “Not in a match way.”

Mox’s smile gets predatory, dangerous. Almost menacing, the way he gets when he’s hit with a good punch and he really feels it. “Yeah? Want to see if you can keep up with me like that?” He gets closer. Adam can smell the smoke on his breath from even before their fight, can see every crease in his forehead and scar on his skin. “Since you couldn't keep up in the match.”

“I kept –“ But he doesn’t get a chance to finish the sentence. Blood and teeth, Mox crashes against him, one hand twisted in the front of his shirt, and one, surprisingly, between the back of Adam’s head and the tile wall. Mox is managing to pull the two of them together and against the wall. Adam’s stunned a little bit, eyes still open, when Mox slides his tongue between his mouth, and his brain kicks into gear. He slides a leg in between Mox’s thighs, and he can feel him, he can feel Mox is hard, and it’s so much at once he can’t quite process. He does know one thing: he’s straining his jeans just as much as Moxley is.

Mox laughs against his lips, and Adam can feel the way it must look, can imagine that knowing grin. “Thought so.” His voice is low. “See, nobody goes after me in that way unless they have some,” he pauses, “ulterior motive.”

“Fuck off,” Adam says, and he pulls him back in so their teeth clash together, and it shockwave it sends through the back of his skull somehow makes it better. He shoves the leather jacket off of Moxley’s shoulders, the damned thing so tight around his biceps it takes him longer than he plans. Mox is looking up at him.

“Aw, you not strong enough to take off a coat?” Mox licks his lips. Adam doesn’t know whose blood paints his teeth. “You got my arms like this, I can’t choke you like you want.” Adam lets out a weird little laugh and, after a moment, he realizes it’s disturbingly similar to the one he said in the ring. “That’s what I like to hear.” Mox shakes off the jacket, stepping back. “Come on, baby, tell me what you like.”

“I –” Adam swallows, hard, and thinks about this. On every level, this is the worst idea he could have. Half an hour ago, he wanted to rip this man apart. Now, he’s ripping off his jacket, consequences be damned, and he can barely think straight. He’d blame the concussion, if he wanted to.

 Adam decides thinking isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and trades it for gripping at the bottom of Mox’s shirt and pulling it off, hearing a tear in the fray. He throws it onto the ground. “Get in the shower.”

Mox steps back, leading with his infuriating hips as he walks. “After you, Cowboy.”

Rolling his eyes, he grabs the front of Mox’s shirt and practically throws him into the shower, a little too pleased at the mild crack of his head against the tile.

“That’s not exactly the you do me, I do you thing I was planning on here, but I get it,” Mox says. He drops to his knees, and Adam can’t get over the way it seems so natural to him, to boss Adam around. He wants it here. He wants it in the ring. He wants to clock Mox in the jaw as hard as he got clocked in November. “Get your pants off.”

Adam pauses for a moment. He’s not sure how this happened. He doesn’t know how to he got to this arena, how he’s looking at Mox, grinning up at him at the bottom of a shower on his knees.

“Commit or quit, kid, these knees ain’t young.”

Adam pulls his shirt off over his head and unbuckles his pants, carefully laying the belt and the buckle on a dry bench.

“Buckle means a lot to you, huh?” Mox asks.

Adam nods. “Family heirloom.”

Mox nods towards Adam’s cock. “Big stuff runs in the family, I guess.”

Adam wants to tell him to shut up, but he has a better idea. This man is always running his mouth, always talking, always ready to say something. Adam steps toward him and with a hand on Mox’s jaw, finds, quickly, that when he gets a cock in his mouth, he puts it to good use.

Adam would swear Mox laughs as he guides his cock down Mox’s throat, and Adam lets his head drop against the tile a little harder than he should. He tries to buck his hips, but Mox has an iron grip him and pushes him against the wall.

Mox pulls off of him, wiping his mouth. “You move again, I deck you.”

“Got it,” Adam says, and he closes his eyes and leans back. He grabs at Mox’s face, running his fingers along his jawline, and he whimpers when he can feel his own cock throbbing through Mox’s cheek.

“That’s it, baby,” Mox says, pulling away, just a little, “make that noise for me.”

Adam can’t help it. He lets it all out now: babbling nonsense, and only a little bit of it is actual words. He grips at Mox’s shoulder so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise. He’s also pretty sure that’s what Mox wants.

Mox pulls away, standing up and pressing Adam against the wall at the wrists. “You good?”

“Was,” Adam grunts. He bucks his hips up to get some sort of friction back, but Mox angles himself away. “What the fuck are you doing? Get back down there.”

Mox laughs, ducking in against his neck, biting there at Adam’s pulse point. “I only won last time because you got yourself a concussion,” he goes a little lower, bites a little harder, “and this time I want you to tap out.”

“What the fuck is this to you?” Adam says, pushing Mox away a little bit. “Another match? You want me to tap out? You want me down for the 1, 2, 3?” He feels exposed, used. “I wish I had knocked you out when I had the chance.”

Mox raises an eyebrow. “Who says you don’t still have a chance?”

He knows it’s bait. But Adam can’t help himself. He reels back and slams his fist into Mox’s face, right into his nose. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone that he held back, just a little. “You can go to hell,” Adam spits, and he grabs his clothes, pulling his shirt on over his head as he gets to the door. There’s hesitation, though, when Mox doesn’t demand he come back. Before he gets a hand on the doorknob, he turns. Mox is leaning up against the wall, shirtless, nonchalant. Adam eyes him silently, waiting for him to react. After a beat, Mox lifts his eyes to meet Adam’s. There’s a little new blood on his face.

It seals it for Adam, who groans. “I changed my mind.”

Mox rolls his head to the side, barely acknowledging him,

Adam feels the anger well inside him again, at the lack of response. “Mox, get on your fucking knees.”

Mox lights up. “Oh?”

“Get,” Adam says, throwing his clothes back down, throwing his shirt somewhere in the room, “on your knees.”

“You get on the bench.”

Adam stalks toward Mox and goes for the throat, hand closing around it as they back against the wall. “Quit fucking around.” He squeezes, just a little, before releasing him, just to get a little bit of that look into Mox’s eyes. “And finish sucking me off.”

“There’s that fire,” Mox says. He grabs Adam by the back of the neck, and practically throws him into a shower. “Easier cleanup,” he explains.

Adam’s about to throw something. “How is that where your mind is –” but he’s back on his knees and his mouth is back on Adam and there’s not much else on his mind other than the feel of the tile against his bare skin and Mox’s mouth around his cock.

Adam’s only able to let out this half laugh, half sob as he’s getting closer, but Mox doubles down. Adam is close, and he digs his fingers into Moxley’s shoulders, and he hopes what little nails he has bite into the skin. When he lets out this garbled little sound, Mox stands back up.

Adam’s breathing stutters. “The fuck, man?”

“You had a very specific request.” And that’s when the hand goes around Adam’s neck. First loose, gentle, allowing Adam to pull away or push him off. It only makes Adam want more of it. He puts his hand on Mox’s, and pushes down.

Mox laughs, the sound dark and low. “If that’s how you want it, Cowboy.”

Adam lets it wash over him, just a little, but he’s still feeling a little too vulnerable to let go. He snakes his hand between the two of them, getting a hand around Mox’s cock. Like it’s involuntary, Mox thrusts up, and uses his free hand to tangle around Adam’s fingers, the two of them stroking each other with a frenetic, graceless pace that has Adam’s head spinning. He’s thrusting up into Mox’s grip, head tilted upwards, and he feels Mox’s teeth at his jaw. He tightens the circle of his hand, feeling the girth of Mox’s cock, feeling the heat of it move. Mox does something particularly effective with his thumb, and Adam braces himself against the wall with his free hand. It flails against the faucet. The freezing shock of it startles them both, with the hand leaving Adam’s throat.

Mox looks bewildered. “You could have just said hit me if you wanted me to stop.”

“No, accident, get back here.” Adam reaches for him desperately, because the only thing worse than Mox’s hand around him is Mox’s hand anywhere else.

The water shifts warmer, and Mox rolls his eyes. “Fuck, you’re a handful,” he looks down, and laughs. “I guess literally.”

“Shut up and get me off,” Adam demands. He grins when that both of those hands go back to where they belong, around his neck and cock. Head swimming, he can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter. He gets rougher around Mox, more deliberate, and the hoarse, choked out moan is the best reward.

“Fuck me,” Mox groans, and, with one last heave of his hips, he comes all over Adam. Adam thinks he’ll hold this memory until death, when suddenly he’s out of air and coming, too. Mox does too good a job, though, and Adam loses his balance, sliding to the floor in the mess of water. Mox twists them so it’s his elbow cracking into the tile, and his forearm behind Adam’s head. “You got a kink for concussions, too?” Mox asks, bewildered. The red blush has spread all over him, all the way down to where his jeans, now soaked, are pooled around his feet.

Adam’s not quite in it again, still a little dazed, and he’s sucking down air to steady himself. He looks around. “Dude,” he says, half impressed, “you cracked the shower.”

Mox moves, and there’s a clinking sound that echoes through the room. “Tony’s gonna kill me,” he grumbles.

“Well, you cracked his favorite wrestler’s skull a few weeks back, and he was okay then.” Adam shuffles to his feet, stumbling through the water and the haze. He stands under the water a little bit, trying to wash off some of the come that seemed to have shot to his chest.

Moxley grumbles something that sounds like, “Fucking cowboy,” but he crowds behind him, pushing him out of the water.

There’s a thudding, rhythmic sound from outside the room, and Adam’s got the impression it’s been going on for a while.

Mox licks his lips, the blood on his face washing away. Adam thinks it’s a bit of a shame. “Wanna tell them we beat the shit out of each other?”

Adam shrugs. “If the alternative is admitting we had sex without one of Megha’s workplace relationship contracts? Yes.”

The water’s still running when Adam pulls on his shirt and jeans. When he turns it off, he hears the voices outside.

“If you concuss him again, I’m actually going to fine you this time!” It’s Tony Khan. “Open this goddamn door!” The door handle rattles again.

Mox sighs. “Aw, fuck.” He yanks his torn shirt over his head as he walks to the door, his leather jacket over his arm. “He’s not dead.”

“Oh, good, that’s reassuring,” Tony says, pushing past him. He slows to a stop when he looks around, seeing Adam’s disheveled state. “What, and I say this with as much respect as either of you have earned tonight, the fuck happened here?”

Adam shrugs. “We fucked in the shower.” Mox snorts. “What the hell do you think we did, Tony? We worked it out.”

Tony sighs. “I’m making you two do a shit ton of publicity work to pay for this,” he points around. “You people are going to be the end of me.” He looks at Adam, stepping closer. “Oh, fuck, Mox, did you try to choke him out?” He gestures to Adam’s neck. He turns to the mirror. There’s a few clear fingerprints there, along with bruises that would be hard to attribute to anything other than what they are.

Mox shrugs. “You heard him a few weeks back, there. He asked for it.”

Adam gently touches his neck. “I did.”

Mox throws back his head in a laugh like Adam’s never heard it. Tony sits on the bench and drops his head in his hands.

[notachair]

lmao not me realizing all the trailers passed me by XD so here's me reacting to each trailer

Info: caught up with the manga, tho not really any spoilers

Einar & Thorfinnnnn my brotherssss

that "they're beasts, monsters in human skin" with tiny thorfinn's blank look a tiny child body standing in a burning battlefield 👌

I see which scenes they're putting their money into

bless, the anime made his scruffy looks look good XD lowkey gonna miss scruffy manga Thorfinn (admittedly while reading it even for a second time I was "I'm looking forward to seeing that fucking beard gone")

the moth thing is still so fucking hilarious

bruh what are they using all the best lines and moments in even one trailer for?

a-anime Snake 😳

fucking Canute. 😒 and omg short haired Canute!

!! more Canute scenes???? 👀

Ulf!

Who's that redhead being crowned? Harald? OMG THAT MEANS-?? 🥺 (fuck.) better see more of that sister. 😒

I see some I thought to be blondes are redheads here but glad about that small diversity

Oh that eye thing fancy

May we get a Canute in his seat resting/sleeping with a book over his face? 👉👈

Head time.

that "from today on you'll be friends" and about though it's literal, that combined with "cultivate, invest, harvest it" <3

Omgggggg more young Thorfinn scenessss

Also just, the cut on his ear is different now

*splat* (could say something more profound but I choose not to try articulate it)

Einar utilizing that macho voice, investing in Thorfinn's life and will to live.

Bro. 🥺 -

- Bro. 🥹

AAAHHH THE OP SONG!! I'm liking it, the vibe is certainly something

yesyes give me more flashback of that rabid kiddo

oh. looking back. it's thorfinn pov. it reminds me of a fight I read when I caught up just this weekend, it was interesting. I thought that way of visualizing it was a rather cool choice

sister gets to talk now, interesting how that line is framed there, true enough I guess thorfinn come over to make him laugh

those conehead brothers, are they emphasizing it? XD

ah those brothers huh. call that a Wake Me Up (vIOleNCE edition)

you're making me dizzy with those waves man

them dehydrated muscles 🥵 /s

"The strong kills the weak, it's only natural" 🧐S3 material (it was thorfinn saying that right?)? cause like, bruh-

idk what's up with that last frame of Thorfinn but yea he angsty (can I just gush about how I love how we gradually saw him become more expressive and smiley throughout the manga? like- 🥺 that's it mate)

RISE UP LIKE A PHOENIX- okay I just... yea... I've hyped myself up for this season and I'm genuinely so excited, the first 2 eps sticks very closely to the manga still so ✨

"I'm going to be reborn" + image of rising a farming tool to start making a field = farmland saga being all about "cultivating, investing and harvesting" a better You from the ashes of your former self that forms your heavy cloak

They really did get that beard looking thick huh, it's interesting. Like, the scruff in the manga made it sorta hard to see the connection between pre and post scruff face as "just add scruff to the face" cause it changed his face so much. Also damn does that make him look older than he is when it's a full beard, mate's like 19-22, sis did a good decision with that one.

This ED gets me fucking teary okay

💅

glad we're doing the falling thing, tho OP be drowning

CRISP, 1. literally and 2. not, in that order

imagine if Thorfinn did a manbun instead (oh- now I lowkey wanna draw a joke w the ponytail)

Pretty Thors profile with the contrast and other highlight (hm. imagine if he gained that same wavy gene)

Pretty eyes Canute what else is newt

Yes cry it out! 💪

I need my boys to cry it out together, bless 🙏

okay but oboi those parallels/foils with Canute this arc