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javierpena-inatacvest · 4 months ago

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Summary: Javi can't get enough of you (aka idk how to summarize this other than it's pwp whoops)

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

Warnings: ... again, this is straight up pwp, unprotected p in v sex, rough(er) sex, breeding kink (I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! It's physically impossible to not!!), praise kink, big, nasty creampie, cum play, 1 use of daddy and papí (but like, that's the goal), an ass smack, prone bone and the one position from s2e3 of Narcos because I say so!!! also sweet, tooth rotting fluff because I don't know how to write any other way

A/N: She's nothing, if not consistent, your honor 🤠 You'll have to pry Javier Peña and his big, fat breeding kink out of my cold, dead hands before I stop writing about it!!!!!! Figured what better way to break a hiatus than letting the ovulation demons do the lords work for me to post some smut on tumblr dot com, hope y'all enjoy!!!

Never Too Late Masterlist

“Fuck, Javi!”

The only thing that’s keeping you from waking up your neighbors with the volume of your moans is the way Javi has you pressed against the mattress, muffling the sound of you screaming his name as he pounds into you, over and over.

You swear he could smell it on you from the second he walked through the door, how you had been craving him all day. Just the thought of him alone was enough to make you ache with unbearable need and want. From the moment he left for work this morning, you were counting down the hours until he got home so you could climb him like a goddamn tree.

But then again, how can anyone blame you when he’s the one who instigated it in the first place?

“I swear to god, when I get home, I’m not letting you out of the fucking bed tonight ‘till I knock you up.”

“Is that a threat or a promise, Javi?”

“Both.”

Javi’s always been a man of his word, but with the way he’s fucking you right now, it makes you wonder if he’s ever planning on letting you out of the bed again.

“That’s it baby girl, let me hear it.”

You can feel the way the words rumble in his chest, pressed against your back as he fucks into you, deeper and harder with each thrust. The grip around your intertwined fingers tighten, practically melting you into the bed with the weight of his broad body is pinning you down, caging you beneath him.

Heat is radiating off him, the tacky sheen of sweat pooling where your skin meets, Javi’s hips flushed against the meat of your ass. He’s already got you three orgasms deep, but there’s just something addictive about Javi that always has you begging for more, desperate to cum around his cock over and over again until you have nothing left to give.

“Oh my god- fuck. Fuck, Javi, I want more baby, please. Fuck me harder- oh fuck-”

You swear you can feel his smirk creeping into the corners of his cheeks as he kisses your shoulder, relishing in the mess he’s already made you, and yet, you still can’t seem to get enough of him.

“You want more, hermosa? Let me hear you, baby.” Javi coos, purposely slowing his pace down just enough to make you whimper, quietly laughing to himself at the way he can feel you back your ass up against his hips, trying to keep yourself as full of him as you can.

“I want it, I want more, baby, please.” You whine, craning your neck behind you just enough to see the devilish grin Javi has plastered across his face.

“You gonna be a good girl and take everything I have to give you? Let me fill you up until it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ stick?” He groans, the thought of fucking himself so deep inside you that nine months from now, he’ll be the reason for your growing family, igniting something indescribably primal in him.

“Yes! Yes, please, fuck- I’ll take all of it!”

It’s borderline pathetic how many octaves your voice has climbed as you beg him for more, a pitch and volume so loud and high you nearly startle yourself with your response. You can hear Javi sigh and curse under his breath. You’re not sure if it’s because having you like this drives him crazy, or if having you like this drives him so crazy, he’s worried he’ll bust right then and there if he doesn’t control himself.

Your response has him shifting behind you, sitting back on his knees and gripping his fingers into the meat of your sides to force your bottom half up, one hand letting go to smack your ass just hard enough for your breath to hitch in the back of your throat.

You’re not sure how, but the new position has him feeling even fuller, stretching you out to the point of pleasure filled sobs as he starts to pound against your g-spot, each thrust rougher than the last.

You’re so wet that the sound of him sliding in and out of your cunt is almost as loud as the noise of his skin slapping against yours. That, combined with the lewd panting and moaning heaving from each of your chests, has the room sounding like you could easily give any porno ever produced a run for its money.

“Love this pussy so fucking much. Always so fucking wet and tight for me. Whose pussy is this, baby?” Javi asks, his once smug demeanor quickly dissipating as he chokes out his question through gritted teeth, so drunk on you he can barely think straight.

“Yours! Fuck, fuck fuck- It’s yours, Javi.” You sob, fisting at your bedsheets so tightly, you’re convinced it won’t be long until your knuckles turn white.

“Fucking right, it is. Fuck you so full of me that I knock you up, make sure- mierda- make sure everyone knows you’re all mine. That what you want, Mami?”

“Yes, y-yes! Oh fuck- yes! ”

Javi gets one more smack at your ass before he reaches around to scoop you up from your front, draping his arm across your chest to flush it with his back, never letting the pace of his hips falter. If he wasn’t holding you up, you’re positive you’d be limp, so all consumed by pleasure that it’s engulfed every inch of your body. to keep yourself upright.

His free arm snakes around to find your clit, whimpering as the pads of his fingers rub tight circles around the bundle of nerves. The undeniable tingle at the base of your spine is beginning to build again, the all too familiar clamping of your cunt around Javi’s cock growing tighter by the second.

You can all but feel him in your stomach, every inch of him sunk as deep as you can take him, backing your ass into him to counter every snap of his hips. You shoot your hand behind you, digging your nails into whatever part of his thigh you can find to brace yourself on as he fucks into relentlessly, only egged on by the fact he knows how close you are.

“You got one more for me, baby?” Javi mewls, nipping at your neck while the hot words of his breath dance across your skin. “One more time before I cum so fucking deep inside you?”

You’re not sure how you even have the capacity to form words, nodding your head in compliance as you try your best to string together something comprehensible as the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter.

“Y-yes, oh fuck- want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me, please, papí.“

“Fuck me.” Javi huffs under his breath, furrowing his brow in an intense focus to keep from fulfilling your request preemptively. “Cum for me, Hermosa. Cum all over my cock, and I promise I will.”

It only takes a few more frantic strokes before you’re collapsing around him, orgasm shooting through your body with such radiating pleasure, you’re not even sure you’re on this earth anymore. The way he’s pinning your nearly limp body to his, pounding into you relentlessly to chase his own high is almost too much, but you’ll take it. You’ll take everything he has to give because it means that you’re his.

“That’s my girl.” Javi coos, sliding the hand that had been rubbing at your clit up your chest, stopping to wrap around your jaw, just firm enough to dip your head back to rest against his shoulder. “My good fucking girl.”

His head is buried in the crook of your neck, pants and moans muffled against your skin, growing louder with each snap of his hips, each one more reckless and sloppy than the last. You can barely make out the words he’s mumbling into your ear, his brain just as jumbled as yours as he nears his finish line.

“I have so much fucking cum for you. Gonna fuck it so deep in you, it’ll- oh fuck- it’ll fucking take. Fill up this pussy with every last- shit- every last fucking drop. Fuck!”

It’s a low groan that rumbles in his chest first, followed by a strangled whimper that dies somewhere in the back of his throat as his hips stutter, hot ropes of his spend spilling inside of you while he cums. You know he doesn’t dare let a drop go to waste, that he’ll keep his cock stuffed inside your cunt until you’ve milked him of every ounce he has to give.

And fuck, he wasn’t lying when he said plenty to give.

You can’t even tell where your body ends and his begins, melded together as one, his length nestled so deep inside you, you can feel all of him pulsing while his seed overflows, leaking out pussy and dripping down your thighs. You know there’s nothing more Javi wants than to keep every last drop inside your cunt, but the best he can do with how much he has to give is to keep fucking it into you, forcing hips to thrust deeper in sync with the heavy heaves of his chest until you’re all but sobbing.

“It’s- fuck- it’s so much, Javi, fuck-” You whimper, jaw slack at the slick, sticky mess pooling around the base of his cock.

“Jesus, fuck- I know, baby. I know, but you’re taking me so fucking well.” He coos, softly kissing your neck and shoulder before shifting your body to lay you down, somehow remembering to grab a pillow from his side of the bed to prop under your hips before your back hits the mattress.

You hiss at the loss of Javi inside you, the sharp breath quickly replaced by a gasp as you the next plop of cum dripping out of your hole caught by Javi’s fingers, sliding up your soaked folds to gently press back into your cunt. He uses the last bit of strength he has to part your legs just enough to make room for his head, leaning down just enough to pepper soft kisses to your clit, trailing up your stomach and chest until he collapses next to you.

The both of you lay there for a moment in silence, nothing left to fill the room but the post-orgasmic haze you’ve left behind, catching your breath as you try to let your brain sync back up to your body.

“Javi… Javi, holy fuck.” You huff, the corners of your cheeks turning upwards in a cheeky grin as you roll your head to face him, giggling at the wide eyed, fucked out expression his face still can’t seem to shake.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Javi sighs, shaking his head in disbelief before running his hand through the sweat-dampened curls of his hair, prying them from the damp mat they’ve made on his forehead.

“You came so hard, Jav.” You softly giggle, scooting close enough to lay your cheek against his chest, smiling as he drapes his arm across your back to pull you in closer.

“Yeah, I know. Fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in a long time.” Javi smirks, fingers drawing gentle patterns on the warm skin of your back.

“Trying to knock me up really turns you on that much, huh?” You tease, the two of you laughing like you didn’t already know the answer, or that he couldn’t say the same for you. “It’s hot.”

“Yeah?” Javi asks, biting down on the plush of his lower lip as he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Mhmmm. You’re already about to be the hottest DILF known to man, makes it that much hotter how badly you want to be a daddy.”

Even though Javi rolls his eyes at you, trying his best to hide the boyish grin stretched between his cheeks. You snicker at the pink flush of his face, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on his lips, both your smiles meeting each other’s mouths.

“Fuck me.” Javi sighs, quietly laughing to himself, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“Again? Already? Hate to break it to ya, but I think it’s safe to say you’ve got nothing left in the tank there, Jav.”

This eye roll makes him grin even harder, supring on your giggles with the ticklish kisses he pecks across your body as payback for your awful joke.

“You’re such a fucking dork. God, I love you.”

“Love you more, idiot.”

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quantum1mmortality · 7 months ago

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Captain Curly; marriage hcs <3

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Chat I know I mentioned getting back into writing for twst but the current hyperfixation is too strong rn so just bare with me I NEED to write for mouthwashing

!this is written with an AU in mind; curly still works for pony express, but there's no ship. Just a normal job. Also J***y doesn't exist.!

Tw/cw; afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy and having said baby, MANHANDLING!!!!, teasing, use of pet names, uhhh I can't think of any else

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Sfw

I think Curly would definitely be a family oriented person. The further you'd get into your relationship, the more he'd ask about your opinion on kids and if you'd want any in the future.

I also think Curly would be on the traditional side, too. If you said yes to having kids, he'd take that as an opportunity to show you how good of a provider he can be, and how willing he is to become a father.

When you do eventually have children, he'd be more than willing to take off work to help around the house. You just gave birth, he knows it's hard for you, so he'd make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all three of you.

Sidenote; Curly would definitely be a good cook. He probably took culinary in highschool

If he knew Anya at the time, he'd have her babysit your children so he could take you out on dates. This happens quite often, too; probably around once or twice a month. He just wants to show how much he appreciates you and everything you've done for him and your relationship <3

He'd take you to the most expensive restaurants and tell you to order whatever you wanted, and if you're done breastfeeding, he'd order a bottle of champagne for you both.

He'd be one of those "I love my wife" husbands. Everyone at his job is so sick of hearing him talk so highly of you. It'll be someone's birthday, they'll bring a cake, and he just won't eat it. Why? "My wife could make a better cake."

After you guys got married, he couldn't stop calling you his wife. That name felt so surreal to him; like the woman of his dreams is finally his? And there's a title for that?? Of course he's going to use it constantly.

He probably also took Anya out to help him pick out a ring. And thank god he did btw because he would've gotten you a ring with the biggest diamond they had 😭😭 (sorry to all the big ring lovers in chat rn they're just not it for me)

Nsfw

Curly is a romantic. He'd want to take things slow, cherish you as much as possible, especially if it's your first time.

He wouldn't think of it as sex, he'd think of it as lovemaking; showing you his worth and how much he cares about you.

He rarely gets rough, you have to ask him to be because he just won't do it. But, he's a suck up for you, so if you want something, it's yours.

So, he'd get rough. He'd go faster than he usually does, maybe put his hand around your neck and squeeze ever so gently. But afterwards, he'd feel awful; like he was hurting you or something.

He'd apologize profusely, say he's never gonna do it again, but does it a few days later. It's like going through the five stages of grief but skipping the first four and consistently being at acceptance

He's a hand holder. Since he's an intimate person, his preferred position is missionary. He likes this position for a few reasons; he gets to see your expression if you're enjoying it or uncomfortable, he gets to kiss you, and he can hold your hand. It's one of his favorite things to do, not only because he finds it much more romantic, but he also loves how you squeeze his hand when you're getting close.

Teasing is one of the things he does best. But verbal teasing, not physical. You can hear him giggle anytime he's inside you, practically taunting you when he knows you're close. He'd say something dumb like, "aw, is princess gonna cum?" And then have a shit eating grin on his face.

Pet names are another thing he uses often. Like I said previously, he'd call you princess, but there's also other names he'd call you during the act. Love, darling, and angel are the ones he uses for you most commonly, aside from princess of course.

I saw someone else say this on here and their hcs were actually what made me want to write (I swear on my SOUL I am NOT trying to copy them 🙏🙏🙏🙏 sorry if it comes off like that) but they said Curly would be buff and I completely agree. He would be HUGE, I'm thinking 6'3-6'5, easily over 220lbs.

The manhandling would go CRAZY, you don't like a position? No issue, he'll just pick you up and put you in a different one. Can't keep your legs open while he's being a munch? As much as he enjoys the feeling of suffocating between your thighs, which believe me, he does, he can't exactly pleasure you if he's unconscious from the lack of airflow. Not a big issue, a firm hand on each leg will do the trick.

Another comment on his body alone to wrap this up; he'd definitely be muscular in his legs and especially his arms. I think his stomach would be toned, not a six pack, but toned. Maybe even a little pudge and a v line 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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A/N: hi guys pls send requests for curly fics plasplsplspslsplsplslsplspls I'm so thirsty for this man oh ky god I'm crynng

#mouthwashing #captain curly #captain curly x reader #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing smut #jimmy slander (mouthwashing)#i hate jimmy #fuck jimmy #me and my homies hate jimmy #chat i need him so bad #chat im so down bad #give orange me give eat orange me eat orange give me eat orange give me you

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pressureplus · 9 months ago

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Sebastian Solace Kissing Headcannons

Warnings: N/A

◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟

• No, he does not taste like fish, Yes I know you've giggled about that at least once so I may as well knock it out of the way

• Considering he's been confirmed to smoke and it's safe to say he eats from the vending machines pretty consistently, he usually tastes like cigarettes and chips

• Occasionally, he may taste like other snack foods, namely: Chocolate, Peanuts, Hard Candy, and those weird prepackaged vanilla cookies

• At first he didn't want to kiss you at all, even when you two got your confessions out

• His mouth is so inhuman and sharp, with rows of shark-like teeth... It made him really nervous about kissing you for a long time

• What if seeing it up close made you not like him very much anymore? What if it just doesn't feel right to you? He'd rather avoid making you uncomfortable like that

• There's only so much defensive sarcasm and passive aggression can do for you, and it isn't gonna fix heartbreak

• Makes fun of you for even wanting to kiss him, have you SEEN him??

• Will accuse you of having a thing for fish 💀

• You're going to have to kiss him first, he isn't gonna pop that safety bubble himself

• That first time, his whole body locks up, breath held for the long moment it takes for him to process what's actually happening

• He relaxes slowly into actually kissing back, that familiar wall coming down

• After this, he'll start initiating them

• At first it's these stiff little pecks on the cheek and corner of your mouth, but he quickly gets a taste for you

• When he starts kissing you directly, he gets hungry for it, starting to sneak them in any time he can find

• The kisses get longer and slower and easier for him, humming into every one of them so affectionately

• He's needed the touch for years, so naturally he's going to have his hands on you the whole time. Yes, all three of them.

• Likes to pick you up, means you can't get away when he goes to tease you about wanting to kiss such a scary thing like him

• Absolutely gives you little snake kisses, his tongue flicks out at you a lot when he's giving you smaller kisses

• That mean ass mouth doesn't get any nicer, but at least you get kisses for putting up with it

• He's going to nip and nibble at you too, overall getting really comfortable with the mouth affection

• He does this all the time, too, and most enjoys bothering you while you're trying to work by sneaking up and biting your neck

• Seriously tho, how is he so quiet?? He's huge???

• Oops, hickeys! He's too pleased with leaving marks not to ❤️

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hitomisuzuya · 2 months ago

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husband scara worshipping his pretty wife and edging her with a vibrator in front of a mirror because he had to share that delightful sight with her🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

husband!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. edging in front of a mirror. sex toy/vibrator. lots of praise.

i am not kidding, there was only about 1% difference in the poll for each choice. so i made up the difference and wrote husband scara first.

nobody thought scaramouche and marriage went in the same sentence. color even him impressed that one arm held you steady with your back against his chest, his legs keeping yours apart while he pumps a vibrator in and out of your sopping cunt.

edging you, his precious, delicate wife in front of a mirror. he needs you to see how beautiful you look whining and twitching against him.

his tongue licks the shell of your ear. "look at how pretty your pussy looks sucking this vibrator in," he purrs in your ear, bringing his hand up under your chin, making sure your gaze is absolutely focused on the mirror.

scaramouche gets off on being a doting husband in the bedroom. to him, there is nothing that makes him a man more than making his wife cum hard.

his thumb presses the button to change the setting, pulling it out of your pussy. slowly, he massaged the vibrator around and around your throbbing clit. you whine feeling the much softer vibrations, writhing against his chest as you grind on the vibrator. "your swollen clit looks so fucking cute," he nips gently at your ear lobe, making you shiver, "it makes me wanna flip you onto your back and suck on it while you gush on this vibrator."

you struggle to draw a steady breath into your lungs as your walls clench around nothing. "mmpphh, scara," you whine, your thighs trembling as you chase the delicious friction on your clit, "i can't take much more.." he'd been idly changing the settings randomly, perfectly timed when you are about to cum.

scaramouche smirks prideful at your words. a doting husband also knows his wife's body well. "aw, is it too much?" he coos in your ear, "does my pretty wife need to cum?"

"yes! yes, i love you, please. yes!" you babble, the pulsing in your pussy taking your breath away.

his cock pulses against your thigh, precum leaking from the tip and sticking to it. "fuck, you know i know i love it when you beg so needy," he grinds his ever hardening cock against your thigh, letting you know exactly what you are doing to him. "do you hear how cute you sound?"

his praise is only overwhelming your body faster. "am i being a good girl? am i? am i?" you plead behind your moans, your hands clutching at his thighs.

"the goodest girl ever," he purrs, making you somehow moan louder than before, "now let me work. i'll take care of you, i promise," he nuzzles his cheek on top of your head. he feels you absolutely melt against him hearing him say you are a good girl, and it only turns him on more.

scaramouche knows that a doting husband always keeps promises.

turning up the setting on the vibrator, he pushes it back inside of you, leaving it humming on your sweet spot. the consistent, stronger hums make your walls spasm tighter.

his hands come up to play with your nipples for extra stimulation, relishing in the mess he'd reduced you to. your poor little body was so overwhelmed with pleasure that you barely string two words together around your shameless moans.

"it's okay, let it all out," he purrs, swearing he could cum at the sight of you so close to orgasm.

a calculated pinch on your nipple helped push you over the edge, your pussy gushing on the toy practically on command. with a cry of his name, your orgasm is all but ripped out of you. one of his hands comes down to rub your clit through the intensity. "look at you, pretty. all shaking while you cum."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #husband scaramouche

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radiant-reid · 11 months ago

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Reunion

Summary: JJ never knew you were dating one of her teammates and that you broke up because of her, but seeing him at JJ's wedding years later changes things.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then smutttt)

Content Warning: 18+ Smut (oral- f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of a breeding kink)

Word Count: 2.1k

"So, how's mystery boy?"

After skipping your usual Tuesday night plans twice, thanks to JJ being away on cases, you're finally back in your best friend's living room having a glass of wine and a cheese platter.

It's been an abnormal amount of time to go without seeing each other since you both ended up in DC after moving out of East Allegheny to different colleges. Even with men in the mix now, you both make it a priority to see each other as often as possible. However, her busy schedule and frequent flights to New Orleans have meant you've spent some time apart.

Unknown to her, she knows the so-called mystery boy. Very well, in fact. "He's well." You say slyly, unable not to grin widely.

JJ throws her head back dramatically. "Come on, Y/n! Some detail would be nice."

"It's good." You try again. "He's the sweetest. I'm very happy."

She smirks, letting you know an interesting question is coming your way. "How's the sex?"

It never takes more than a glass of wine for her to be that loose. You don't miss a beat in your answer. "Fabulous."

"Okay, so can I meet him soon?" She pushes like she has been for quite some time.

You wonder what she would think. What would her expression do if you were to say his name out loud right here? Maybe it's not that deep but getting with JJ's closest colleague is dangerous. It was a concern at the start, a reason not to start, but you fell in love with Spencer Reid quicker than you could ever imagine.

"Sure, JJ." You agree, trying to look positively about it. You can only assume she's thinking about the worst possible scenario about your mystery man. He's a criminal or he's far too old for you or he's an ex you promised not to get back with. There are too many options.

She looks triumphant. "Yes!"

You just smile, sending the conversation in a different direction by asking about her boyfriend. He sounds like a great guy and you can tell she's happier than ever before.

Three months ago you met Spencer Reid. It was JJ's birthday and your duty as her best friend to throw her a fun surprise party. That took some coordination with a friend from work. Firstly, that was Penelope, but in order to lure JJ, you needed Spencer Reid. He was a little slow with replying to your texts, but lovely. And after you met him, you were hooked.

Spencer was perfect. Gorgeous, funny, intelligent. His incredible shyness had you confused when he asked you out for dinner the next morning.

Too many espresso martinis provide an explanation for why JJ has no recollection of you flirting with him all night.

You see Spencer as much as you can, but similar to JJ's, his schedule often doesn't allow for consistent visits. So whatever time you do have, you make the most of it. He's still the most amazing boyfriend you've had. Kind, caring, witty, fun, and playful.

He gets whisked away on a case to Miami not long after being home. You didn't know things would be so different the next time you saw him.

He goes quiet on you. You know their cases are intense but you haven't heard from him in an entire week and that's not right.

Can I come over? He finally texts you and you're guessing he's back in DC.

It sounds a little ominous and the message sends a chill down your spine. Sure. I can't wait to see you. There isn't a reply and you sit in limbo in your apartment for almost an hour before he knocks at the door.

You smile when you open it, although you're slightly annoyed there was zero communication or ETA from him. "Hey, Spence, how was it?"

"You knew." He says in a cold, accusatory tone. It's nothing you've ever heard from him.

"Sorry?" You repeat, moving to the side so he can come into your apartment.

He steps in, barely looking at you. "About JJ and Will." He explains.

A little frown takes over your expression. Surely he's not angry that he only just found out. An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Sorry, Spence. She didn't want anyone knowing."

"I'm your boyfriend!" He exclaims. "You're not supposed to lie to me."

"I didn't." You join the offensive, crossing your arms. You're not enthused about what he's accusing you of. It wasn't even your secret to tell him.

He looks disappointed, face dropping. "Come on." He sighs. "How am I meant to be with you if you don't trust me enough to tell me who our friend is dating?"

"It wasn't my secret to tell." You try to talk some reason into him, pushing down that sick feeling in your stomach telling you that he's breaking up with you.

Spencer shakes his head, his decision- as much as it's killing him- completely made. "I can't do this."

His words make your world come crashing down and you almost can't believe it. You slump to the couch while he makes his way to the door with sad, slow footsteps.

He's looking at you, waiting for you to ask him to say. "Can we not tell JJ?" You ask softly.

"Fine." That's the last thing he tells you before walking out the door, shutting it firmly.

That's it.

The last thing Spencer tells you.

Then he's gone from your life. You talk about him less to JJ and she picks up on what happened and stops asking about him.

You expect to see him when Henry's born, or even at a point in his life. Somehow, you don't. Your schedules never line up and then JJ switches jobs. There's a myriad of reasons but it doesn't happen. You both go on with separate lives.

And then JJ and Will are getting married. You get a frantic call from your best friend's soon-to-be-husband who whispers secret plans to you over the phone. It's perfect, you know JJ will adore the simplicity and elegance of a backyard wedding.

You're there as soon as you can be, helping set up Rossi's backyard so it's gorgeous for the most gorgeous person you know.

You're the maid of honor, of sorts. And you don't get a chance to ask who the best man is before JJ arrives and the ceremony begins.

You strike out as soon as you spot a tall brunette. A tall brunette who made you the happiest you've ever been with a man. And he's still just as handsome.

His eyes bulge when he sees you but he keeps a straight face and clenches his teeth while the ceremony continues. You're mostly focused on how beautiful JJ looks and how sweet their wedding is, but you can't help your mind drifting to Spencer.

You hadn't seen him dressed up like this when you were dating and the tuxedo is a perfect look on him.

"Y/n." He comes up to you when you're getting yourself a glass of champagne.

"Spencer." You reply. His tone doesn't let much about how he's feeling on. All you get is a glimmer of shock.

He stands against the table. "Maid of honor?"

You shrug, a little confused at his question. "You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen you all these years." You admit, letting some honesty slip.

"It was slightly intentional." He offers.

You don't let it offend you. "Best man?"

"I think that means we're supposed to sleep together."

You nearly spit out your sip of wine. There's no way the shy Spencer Reid you once knew just said that.

"We've done that." You reply, trying to keep a straight face after the out-of-pocket comment.

Spencer tilts his head to the side. "You're right."

You really don't know how it happens. Maybe it's a few too many drinks. There's definitely not enough alcohol in your bloodstream to solely blame that. Spencer Reid is as hot as they get. And it's been... longer than you're willing to admit since you've had sex. Even longer since it was good sex.

So there isn't anything telling you to stop when Spencer pushes you up against the door of a room in Rossi's house, lips firmly against yours.

Your dress is hiked up around your waist while his fingers trace up and down your thigh before he even thinks about locking the door. Both of you are far too wrapped up in the moment to think securely.

His hands are quick to the zip of your dress, sliding it down effortlessly and letting it pool at your feet. He takes a moment to look at you and you have to admit, you're a little worried about his reaction. You don't doubt Spencer Reid can pull beautiful women.

"God, you're gorgeous." He says softly, juxtaposing the way he's practically clawing your clothes off you.

"Are you going to compliment me or fuck me like you promised you would?" You ask him, waltzing over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

Spencer smirks at your smart mouth. "You asked for it."

He's kneeling on the floor in front of the bed in seconds, with no regard for his suit pants being wrinkled, just on his knees. There's a sense of urgency that doesn't allow for the time for him to take your panties off so he opts for shifting them to the side.

There's also no time to waste as his tongue melds with your folds, tracing patterns. No one has ever come close to giving head like Spencer does. It's truly mindblowing, the pressure of his tongue and the suction method he uses. You're instantly in bliss, head thrown back against the covers as you moan.

You've lost it when his fingers enter you, pushing past with little resistance. "Holy shit, Spencer. You're incredible."

"Sing my praises." He says against your pussy.

You do. Not even possessing the ability to be embarrassed about it.

And you don't stop. You're withering and moaning on the bed, tugging his curls while he continues pleasing you. Eventually, it's too much. His fingers pumping in and out of you combined with his tongue wrapped around your clit have you finishing in no time.

"Still as good as I remember." As if he couldn't get any hotter, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

Spencer rises from his knees, now much taller than you. You tug your underwear off before unclipping your bra. "Fuck me, Spencer." You reach out for his belt buckle, toying with it. "Please."

Spencer has lost the shy, timid nature he had the first few times you had sex and he quickly takes off his belt and pants. Once his suit jacket is tossed across the room, Spencer pulls your legs to the end of the bed, making sure you wrap your ankles around his waist. His hands rest on either side of your head and you're precisely where you want to be.

"You're so hot." You tell him with a smirk.

He grins, spreading your legs and inching inside you. The look on his face is an instant confidence boost. Clearly, he's a man in bliss, head thrown back and tongue parting his lips.

"Fuck." He pants.

You agree, barely able to speak from how hard he's pounding you and how good it feels. Although it's annoying to admit, you've never had as good sex as with Spencer.

Your hands wrap around his forearms, noticeably bigger than last time. "Spencer." You moan. "Please. So good."

He caresses your chest, paying attention to your boobs like he hadn't before. "Y/n." He groans, not slowing his pace up. His hips snap against yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. "Can I?" He asks.

It's unlike you to have even let him start without protection but you're not thinking straight enough. All you know is you need Spencer. "Please."

He finishes as deep inside you as he can get, leaning down to kiss you softly. You're breathless like he is when he flops down next to you.

One of Spencer's palms touches your cheek, forcing you to look at him rather than the ceiling. "Hey, pretty girl." He says softly and it makes your heart flip in a way it shouldn't. "Can I take you on a date, Y/n?"

The smile creeping onto your face can't be helped. "Yes. Please."

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chansaw · 11 months ago

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i read donald sutherland’s letter to gary ross pleading for the role of president snow and was so struck by his eloquence, wit, and humor. i’m posting it in full below. what a loss </3

Dear Gary Ross:

Power. That's what this is about? Yes? Power and the forces that are manipulated by the powerful men and bureaucracies trying to maintain control and possession of that power?

Power perpetrates war and oppression to maintain itself until it finally topples over with the bureaucratic weight of itself and sinks into the pages of history (except in Texas), leaving lessons that need to be learned unlearned.

Power corrupts, and, in many cases, absolute power makes you really horny. Clinton, Chirac, Mao, Mitterrand.

Not so, I think, with Coriolanus Snow. His obsession, his passion, is his rose garden. There's a rose named Sterling Silver that's lilac in colour with the most extraordinarily powerful fragrance — incredibly beautiful — I loved it in the seventies when it first appeared. They've made a lot of offshoots of it since then.

I didn't want to write to you until I'd read the trilogy and now I have so: roses are of great importance. And Coriolanus's eyes. And his smile. Those three elements are vibrant and vital in Snow. Everything else is, by and large, perfectly still and ruthlessly contained. What delight she [Katniss] gives him. He knows her so perfectly. Nothing, absolutely nothing, surprises him. He sees and understands everything. He was, quite probably, a brilliant man who's succumbed to the siren song of power.

How will you dramatize the interior narrative running in Katniss's head that describes and consistently updates her relationship with the President who is ubiquitous in her mind? With omniscient calm he knows her perfectly. She knows he does and she knows that he will go to any necessary end to maintain his power because she knows that he believes that she's a real threat to his fragile hold on his control of that power. She's more dangerous than Joan of Arc.

Her interior dialogue/monologue defines Snow. It's that old theatrical turnip: you can't 'play' a king, you need everybody else on stage saying to each other, and therefore to the audience, stuff like "There goes the King, isn't he a piece of work, how evil, how lovely, how benevolent, how cruel, how brilliant he is!" The idea of him, the definition of him, the audience's perception of him, is primarily instilled by the observations of others and once that idea is set, the audience's view of the character is pretty much unyielding. And in Snow's case, that definition, of course, comes from Katniss.

Evil looks like our understanding of the history of the men we're looking at. It's not what we see: it's what we've been led to believe. Simple as that. Look at the face of Ted Bundy before you knew what he did and after you knew.

Snow doesn't look evil to the people in Panem's Capitol. Bundy didn't look evil to those girls. My wife and I were driving through Colorado when he escaped from jail there. The car radio's warning was constant. 'Don't pick up any young men. The escapee looks like the nicest young man imaginable'. Snow's evil shows up in the form of the complacently confident threat that's ever-present in his eyes. His resolute stillness. Have you seen a film I did years ago? 'The Eye of the Needle'. That fellow had some of what I'm looking for.

The woman who lived up the street from us in Brentwood came over to ask my wife a question when my wife was dropping the kids off at school. This woman and her husband had seen that movie the night before and what she wanted to know was how my wife could live with anyone who could play such an evil man. It made for an amusing dinner or two but part of my wife's still wondering.

I'd love to speak with you whenever you have a chance so I can be on the same page with you.

They all end up the same way. Welcome to Florida, have a nice day!

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#donald sutherland #the hunger games

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year ago

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During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

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eraserbread · 10 days ago

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nobody knows your friend with benefits, suguru, like you do ✧

→ pillow talk, teasing f!reader, fingering, slight overstim, sexually explicit content

your best friend is a neat freak, yet insists on holding each get-together at his apartment. he supplies the beer, you supply the wine. he asked you what takeout he should order for you all, and bought the one thing you suggested.

and when the party's over and the tables are littered with trash, you shrug off the few of your friends. they're leaving, but you would stay just to help sugu clean up a bit.

that's where you are now, twisting that digital lock slowly. you can hear suguru clinking plates behind you, gathering them in a pile when you turn around.

"...llllocked." you whisper, posing in the doorway with your knees crossed under your short, casual dress. you couldn't help yourself -- he was slung comfortably in baggy sweatpants and a cut shirt, thick arms visible all night. he made you crazy.

"thank you very much," he starts, walking with his pile of plates to the kitchen. he passes you, adding, "...gorgeous girl."

"so, now you definitely have to bend me over that counter."

"I will, I will." his voice is so soft, consistently smooth, and sweet when he talks to you. though you can only see his back as the sink water rushes, you're enamored by the most minor things—the length of his hair across his shoulder, the curve of his waist, the shape of his arms. "all in due time, cutie."

you wait patiently for him to wash that first round of dishes, and when he does, he looks over his shoulder and tells you. "you're grinning at me sooo wide, right now."

"mm... i just want you real bad." you're biting that grin down, fingers tangling behind your back. when he dries his hands and walks over to you, your stomach falls into your ass. you can't explain this feeling -- this need to be with him and perform just for him.

"and you know i adore that dress on you." suguru's holding a hand out for you, gaze shadowed and pure against the dim lights. your grin widens as you take it, and he's showing you off to his private audience, spinning you all around the room until you land in his arms.

"stop it." you're mumbling into a kiss he takes you in, long arms crossed against the small of your waist. he holds you so gently, grinding the softness of his crotch forward into you.

you hold your arms around his neck, reveling in the loving attention. his kiss is just as soft as his touch as it snakes down your back, grabbing handfuls of your ass in each hand. you gasp.

"alright, lets get you taken care of."

you're reeling, squeezing your eyes shut as tears leak through. you weren't expecting this fervor tonight, but suguru wanted you pinned on your hands and knees, two fingers deep inside your aching cunt.

the way he has you... hooked and vulnerable, is so lewd. so unabashedly pouring arousal against his thick palm. at your side, he's hovering over you with a knee pressed to the mattress, lips working at your ear. shockwaves wrack your body.

"oh, fuck that's good." you're whining, whispering heady versions of his name into his lips when he kisses you. "please, 'm so close."

"yes, come on. cum for me -- there's my girl... yes." he's talking you through it, fucking you over from raw intrusion alone. you can't help but make it easier for him, the attraction is just so palpable. you could glance at him platonically and be dripping wet, halfway to release.

when you cum, shivering around his fingers, suguru lets up just hardly, using his free hand to push your face into his. he thinks he is a selfish lover -- always needing your skin on his, especially when you're halfway out of your mind. he loves kissing you, but can't deny the fact that he loves being inside of you more.

all the strength is sucked from your bones when he mounts you from behind. thick sweatpants disregarded somewhere in the room, his cock is hungry for you, leaking and inflamed in his thick palm.

when he finally pushes inside of you, your arms collapse, rendering you face-down, ass-up against his pristine sheets. it makes him crazy -- lips cherry-red from biting them down, and your weeping hole is feeling the worst of it as he fucks you.

it's delicate at first, as is everything about him, then turns into sinful slaps of skin, deafening your senses. suguru's stretching you in that way only he can, assaulting that warm, sweet spot inside you with every upward hit.

you're left scrambling, fingers digging in the sheets, needing any and every kind of mercy to rush over your feverish skin. suguru snaps up both of your wrists, pinning them at your back when you're cumming for the second time.

you're riddled with insane aftershocks, coming down, full to the brim with your best friends pearly seed, and fucked off of visions of his face.

always an unsaid occurrence, suguru hops out of bed, grabbing one of his shirts to toss to you. you'd spend the rest of the night cuddled into his big chest, talking to the sound of flickering candlelight and soft rock music.

he's not one for tv shows or distractions when you're near him.

after all, you are his best friend. you two have plenty of ways of entertaining each other.

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scourgeofmyownbrain · 8 months ago

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Good fucking day, Robot enjoyers! Gaze upon the updated semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse.

This is an updated version of a chart I made a few months ago. I had gotten some feedback and then TFOne came out and I kinda had to update it. I also added a Gen 1 Optimus Prime for scale, for fun... no other reason... (edit: slight adjustment made, just corrected a slight mistake in the order)

I am also working on at least two more character charts and one universe chart, so hopefully I can finish those soon (for some fucking genius reason I decided to do the characters that show up EVERY FUCKING UNIVERSE so I'm s u f f e r i n g)

*PST! Optimus, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide ones are done now*

Master Post

Listed Heights, Explanations, and Justifications below the cut, bc you couldn't shut me up if you tried and I had shit to say.

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (TFwiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - ~10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet, but using this screen shot (see below) of him standing in front of a barn door, I was able to make a reasonable guess, bc I'm so smart.)

One V1 - ~13 feet (I am well aware of what the TFWiki says: 26.429 feet. And I fully reject that number. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, and Bumblebee in both sets of LA movies does not exceed 20 feet tall. Ever. So, for sanity's sake, I have used the KCV numbers as my baseline. Bee grows when he gets his t-cog so shrink this one down a few feet. Look, I'm working on the Optimus chart rn, and one of the numbers from Beast Wars on the wiki was very observably wrong, and if I can dispute numbers older than me, I can dispute numbers 2 decades younger than me from fucking Walmart. Also, yes, his picture is 3 images sandwiched together)

Animated - 13 feet 3 Inches (There is no actual given heights, but in the comments of the previous version, @phoenix-inanis told me that they had done their own analysis of TFA heights and, gonna be real with you, I am blown away by all of their work and how detailed it is. Go marvel at how much work they put in -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4 )

One V2 - ~15 Feet (Please see reasoning above. Since this is as tall as we see Bee get, he's the same height as KCV Bee. Sweet fuck, I have put way too much effort into this shit)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 15 feet (No actual numbers, but Mirage is stated to be 15 feet tall (TFWiki), and he and Bee are like the same height, so... Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (TFWiki. This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. Also mr bay is king, we have numbers for nearly every character in BV)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (TFWiki. Movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (TFWiki/Fandom. Video game info screens you godsend, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (These two designs are canonically identical, like in ALC canon, Bee has not changed visually at all...Ok, yes I got this number from fandom and they give literally no source for where they got these numbers. But, I can fully believe these are accurate. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. Here, let's Compare.

This is Sam compared to Bee from one of the BV movies, I'm too lazy to check which one. Sam is average size for a human and we know Bee is 16 feet tall in the first three movies. Checks out. Let's now look at a TFP Character who is also 16 feet tall.

Jack is average size for a human, and the size difference is about the same. Can you see why I can't question the Aligned heights, even if they don't have a source??!?! They specifically made this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Bumblebee - 21 Feet tall. Look, did you want to see all 5 versions of ALC Bee? No, you don't. They're all the same height anyway; the back row would have just been a wall of redundant yellow. 5 different fucking art styles in one universe, why is that one my favourite.

Here's the front row and the back row separated into their own jpgs. I know it's kind of hard to tell which Bumblebee is which when they're all together.

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unintentionalseductress · 7 months ago

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Can I be a clown emoji? Humbly requesting creampies from Nanami <3

Hello there! Yes You can be clown anon, I'll update the emoji list. Ugh creampies from Nanami make my brain turn into mush. 🤤🤤🤤

Creampie

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You knew you were filthy but you can't get enough. Not from him. It's never enough from him.

Kento has you in a soft mating press, your legs pressed together on top of your chest as he slides his veiny cock out of your messy cunt. A ring of cream is visible on his base, a combination of both your arousal fluids. You don't remember how many rounds it's been but you know you can take more.

Kento taps his cockhead onto your swollen folds, sending pleasant little ripples into your clit before he pushes back into your drooling hole. You hum as you feel him fill you, his movements unhurried and achingly tender inside you. He leans forward to capture your lips and you open and allow your tongues to dance sensually, enjoying the taste of his mouth.

His thumb gathers some of his spilled seed off your thighs and spreads it upwards onto your clit, rubbing circles that leave the little nub pulsing with the pleasure of his touch.

You whine and card your fingers through his hair feeling how slick his movements were from the previous loads he'd filled into your cunt. "Kento..." You whine and see his eyes darken with primal instinct.

He angles his hips to brush your gspot. "One more sweetheart. You can take one more for me." You whine, head spinning from the coil of heat in your belly, the delicious stretch of your muscles as he strokes your inner walls and the way his breath changes into a series of pants as he builds up both your arousals.

His thumb changes from circles to consistent vertical strokes which have you falling apart in a haze of want, moaning out as the coil inside you snaps, unleashing the gratifying spasms of pleasure that rock your body before he starts chasing his own orgasm.

His balls are tense, contracting up into his body before he groans out your name and cums into your well fucked pussy, adding another layer to your already messy walls. You spasm around him, determined to keep as much of his creampies inside you, feeling so intimately connected to him knowing you'll be carrying a piece of him for a while.

When he finally finds the energy to move out, he looks down at your dripping hole, seeing his seed gather into a little pool on the sheets and the way your core puckers trying to keep it all in. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't worry my dear. I'll give you more to make up for whatever is lost."

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ckret2 · 9 months ago

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Chapter 74 of that fic about human Bill but he's not in this chapter so forget about him: Ford and Dipper go cryptid hunting!

This is pretty much a standalone chapter so if somehow you stumbled on this without seeing the rest of the fic, u can just, read it by itself as a standalone Dipper and Ford adventure. It's funny. Promise.

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The camera turned on to reveal Dipper, illuminated sunset orange and cast in heavy shadows, holding the camera out at arm's length. "Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained, anomaly #175: the Fremont Nightwigglers!" He held up a paper title card in his free hand. "I'm Dipper Pines, and today I'm honored to introduce our special guest star—" he turned the camera around to focus on Ford from behind, "—the one and only Dr. Stanford Pines, PhD times twelve—"

Ford laughed self-consciously. "Dipper, nobody's going to recognize my name outside of a few highly specialized academic fields—"

"—the scientist who developed the Theory of Weirdness—"

"That paper isn't even ready for peer review yet, and I can't take all the credit—"

"—and the coolest dimension-hopping monster-fighting mystery-investigating great uncle in the world!"

Ford paused thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll take that one."

"Tonight, we're on the trail of the Fremont Nightwigglers." The recording cut to CCTV footage from a much higher-budget cryptid-hunting show (which Dipper had recorded by aiming the camera at the TV). The footage showed two marshmallow-like creatures that seemed to consist solely of heads, long legs, and feet—smooth, ghostly white, and featureless except for black eyes. They wore denim jeans that covered their bodies from ankles to waists, and their legs seemed to bend jointlessly, like an octopus's arms or an elephant's trunk. "These weird armless creatures have been seen up and down the west coast states, leaving behind a wave of jeans thefts at clothing stores; but by the time local law enforcement has ruled out any human suspects, the true culprits are always long gone."

The recording cut back to Dipper, who'd taken the lead so he could turn around the camera and aim it at both himself and Ford. "Based on investigative research done by Dr. Pines in the 80s, we believe the Nightwigglers have a migratory route several years long that passes through California, Oregon, Washington, and Canada. More research is needed to find out if they travel as far as Alaska or Mexico. Locals believe each Nightwiggler creates an individual burrow around a communal gathering spot to hide in during the day, and at night they assemble in the communal spot to travel or forage in nearby towns."

Ford threw in, "Based on what the townspeople told me about their habits, they've been in Gravity Falls much longer than usual. It typically takes them a week or two to pass through the area, but this year there have been sightings for more than a month. Perhaps we'll find out why."

"And thanks to a hot tip from an in-the-know local"—the recording cut to a few seconds of footage of Wendy proving she could do a handstand on the split-rail fence around the Mystery Shack—"we know which assembly spot they're currently camping around! Tonight, we're trying to get the first deliberate footage of a Nightwiggler..." Dipper lowered the camera and turned toward Ford, "Hey, what'll we call a group of them? A flock? Herd? Meeting? If we're the first investigators to officially document the species, we get to come up with the name , right?"

Ford considered the question. "What about a wobble of Nightwigglers? Since their legs are so... wobbly."

"Sure, that works."

"Is this really your 175th episode?" Ford asked. "I've missed quite a few."

"Ye—well..." Dipper lowered the camera. It recorded his shoes as he walked. "So far I've got a list of 175 anomalies I want to do an episode on, but I've only recorded and posted thirty-something. I think you've seen them all except the two I've done this summer." He sighed. "I'm... kinda disappointed by it, honestly."

"Why? You should be proud of your work so far! You're the only person in the world who's caught footage of the Hide Behind."

"By accident."

"Because you learned how to identify its call, chased it through half the forest, and were prepared with the right equipment to record it. That wasn't luck, Dipper—that was your hard work."

"I guess," Dipper said grudgingly. "I just... wanted to have a lot more produced by now."

"Wh—You started these last June? That's about one every two weeks. That's a very impressive output."

"I made most of them last summer, I hardly did any over the last school year or this summer."

"You've been focusing on your studies, that's good."

"Yeah, but what about this summer? All I've done so far is borrow some of Robbie's music video footage to make an episode about zombies and record some footage I haven't edited yet about Pacifica's alpaca thief. I didn't even get any footage of the haunted doll crane game before it disappeared. Most of the time I've been just... hiding in Soos's room playing Bloodcraft: Overdeath"—(under his breath Ford muttered "Blood-craft over death?")—"or hanging out with Wendy and her friends, or helping Soos with the Mystery Shack, or just trying to avoid..." He trailed off, suddenly conscious of the camera still aimed at the ground. It had started recording footprints drying in the mud after the recent rain: soft indents like the pads of paws, but with no distinct toes, about the size and length of human feet. Dipper lifted the camera to better record the trail they were walking down.

"Well... there's nothing wrong with taking a break during the summer," Ford said. "Especially considering that your last summer was... quite a bit more exciting than most kids'—"

"That's just it!" Dipper said. "Last summer I did so much! I investigated your disappearance, I filled half of your third journal, I helped stop the apocalypse, I wrote a book with Mabel about solving mysteries and doing fun stuff, I recorded like twenty Guides to the Unknown... Compared to that, this summer I feel like I'm—falling behind."

"Falling behind what?"

"I don't know. But—I just—I... feel like..." He trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know."

Ford offered, "Maybe, like you're not living up to your own potential?"

"Yes! That's it," Dipper said. "I'm not trying to grow up too fast, I'm just worried I'll grow up before I've done all the stuff I'm supposed to do now. Like I'm already running out of time."

"Hmm..." Ford let out a long, thoughtful sigh. "Dipper, I'm probably the wrong person to be giving this advice, considering that I'm not exactly... the paragon of moderation when it comes to pursuing professional ambitions. But—remember that you're only thirteen. Right now, you don't need to be worried about graduating valedictorian and starting up an anomaly-hunting show and doing groundbreaking research into previously-unknown strange and wondrous creatures," Ford said. "You just need to focus on graduating valedictorian first. That's all I did with my high school years, and after that I still managed to rack up multiple PhDs before age 30. You've got plenty of time!" He said this with the confidence of a man who didn't realize having his life derailed by a manipulative alien villain was the only reason he didn't burn out hard by 1984. "Outside of that, just... worry about being a kid."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks, Grunkle Ford," Dipper said. "I keep worrying, though. I keep thinking, what if I'm wasting all my time on stuff that... just... doesn't matter? What if nothing I'm doing is actually important?"

Ford was silent a moment. "That's... a very existential question for your age. How long have you been worrying—"

Dipper hissed, "Grunkle Ford!" He jerked his camera up. "Is that fire?!" There was a faint orange glow in the distance between the trees.

"I think it is!"

Dipper whispered, "That's where I found the Nightwigglers' abanadoned campsite last time!"

"Did you see any signs that they knew how to start fires? Remains of a campfire?"

"I didn't notice anything."

"It could be a Scampfire..."

As quietly as they could, Dipper and Ford edged through the trees, Dipper all the while pointing the camera toward the light, until they found a narrow gap between two trees from which they could peer into the clearing.

There were three or four dozen Nightwigglers milling about in little clusters. Several had lit torches—sturdy sticks with the ends wrapped in fabric—which they carried by sticking the ends of the torches into their jeans' pockets.

"Dipper, look at the tops of their torches," Ford hissed. "Is that shredded denim?"

The camera zoomed in on the nearest torchbearing Nightwiggler. "I think so."

"We already knew they wore clothing—but they can make tools, too? How advanced are they..."

Ford trailed off as the clustered Nightwigglers separated, spreading out evenly into several rings. As the camera recorded, they began emitting a synchronized muffled humming; and then they began dancing, kicking their legs and turning in circles together. "Whoa," Dipper whispered. "Is this some kind of ritual?"

"What's its purpose?" Ford whispered back. "Recreation? Religion? Some sort of cultural event—?"

"Hold on. I think I recognize the song."

Ford and Dipper fell silent, watching in silence as the dance repeated a couple of times.

The Nightwigglers were doing the Hokey Pokey.

"Fascinating." The camera lurched sideways, and then turned toward Ford. Ford had stolen Dipper's journal from out of his vest pocket and was hastily taking notes on a blank page. "I had no idea Nightwiggler culture was so influenced by human culture. An hour ago, we didn't even know Nightwigglers have a culture. When could they have observed and learned the Hokey Pokey? It's not exactly a nighttime dance—do they spy on humans during the day?"

Dipper said, "What if we learned the dance from Nightwigglers?"

Ford stopped writing, looked up, and stared at Dipper, mind blown.

Dipper jerked the camera back toward the Nightwigglers as they filed out of the clearing. "Hey! Where are they going now?"

Dipper and Ford waited until the last Nightwiggler had left; and then they quietly followed.

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After several minutes of silence except for the sound of footsteps, Ford said, "Are we headed toward Mabel's Fault?"

Dipper groaned. "I got enough of this place last week."

"Agreed."

"Hey, you know Bill said we should rename it 'Bill's Fault'?"

Ford huffed. "Did he really? I don't believe it."

"Yeah. He tried to play it off like, 'oOOoh, I just want creEDit—'"

"That sounds like him—"

They came to a stop as the camera spied the Nightwigglers standing in the clearing around the fault, then they quickly moved off the path into the brush and crept closer. "What are they doing?" Dipper asked as they inched up to the tree line.

"I don't know—they're packed too tightly together for me to see."

"I've got an idea. Hold this." The camera bounced as Dipper passed it to Ford, who watched as Dipper climbed up one of the pine trees around the clearing.

"Careful! There aren't a lot of low branches that can hold your weight."

"It's okay, Wendy showed me how to do this." Dipper held out his hand for the camera.

Ford passed it up to him. "What do you see?"

The camera foused on Mabel's Fault. "The Nightwigglers closest to the fault are taking off their jeans, ripping them into two separate legs, and... tossing them in the fault? Have you ever heard of this?"

"Never."

"Like a dozen have done it so far."

"Perhaps that's why they have to steal so many pairs of pants? But why..."

Dipper gasped. Tiny Nightwigglers had begun squirming out of the fault, each wearing a single denim pant leg, crawling around like inchworms with half the pant leg trailing behind them. The bigger Nightwigglers picked up the little ones with their feet and swaddled them in the excess fabric. "They're—I think they're baby Nightwigglers! Coming out of the fault!"

"Amazing! Is this how they reproduce?" Ford asked. "Is that why they travel the west coast—are they following the San Andreas Fault and the volcanoes in the Pacific Northwest?"

"Maybe that's why they've been in town so long," Dipper said. "Mabel's Fault wasn't here the last time they passed through."

"We'll have to find out what other towns they stay in the longest. How far is Fremont from the fault line—?"

"Hey," Dipper said, "A bunch more Nightwigglers took their jeans off. They're tying them in a circle." One of the torchbearer Nightwigglers knelt down and bowed forward, setting the jeans ring on fire; and it was tossed into the fault. The Nightwigglers that weren't carrying infants formed a circle and began Hokey Pokeying toward the fault.

"That definitely looks like a ritual," Ford said, "but why? To celebrate the births...?"

The ground rumbled. Dipper gasped and slipped several feet down the tree before he caught himself. When he refocused the camera, Mabel's Fault was several feet wider, and a fiery glow was rising up from within.

An enormous Nightwiggler, fifteen feet tall, climbed out of the fault. It wore a crown of flaming denim and tattered pants formed by stitching together many pairs of decades-old jeans. The Nightwigglers bowed down.

"Good lord," Ford breathed. "What is that? Did they summon it, or—or was it always down there?"

The giant Nightwiggler watched regally as its subjects danced around it. As they spun around and completed another repetition of the Hokey Pokey—that's what it's all a-BOUT—the giant punctuated the end of the dance with a ground-shaking stomp.

Dipper lost his grip on the tree. He and the camera crashed to the ground with a yelp.

"Dipper! Are you alright?!"

"Ow... fine, probably just bruised."

The camera caught Ford kneeling to help Dipper sit up, and then Dipper grabbed the camera again as he stood. He pointed it back at the clearing.

Every single Nightwiggler, babies and giant included, was staring at them with wide black eyes.

Ford said, "Uh oh."

The giant let out a bellow like a muffled hunting horn.

The Nightwigglers charged.

Dipper and Ford ran away through the brush, screaming.

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Dipper pointed the camera at his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks and arms were covered in small branch scrapes. "Still works," he reported to Ford.

"Great," Ford said. "That thing's hardy."

The camera jerked as Dipper tried to set it on a tree stump.

"Well, we got away with our lives," he said. "But... not without some losses."

He got the camera settled and backed up. He was wearing his vest zipped up around his hips like a skirt. Ford's trench coat was conspicuously buttoned up, and his legs were bare between his coat and boots. They both looked sheepish.

Ford said, "We've acquired some invaluable anthropological data, though."

"I'm calling this investigation a triumph," Dipper said.

Ford offered a hand. "High six!"

In the background, a skinny-legged Nightwiggler wearing Dipper's shorts darted through the trees.

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(It's about time Dipper get a little personal attention. Hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!)

#dipper pines #grunkle ford #stanford pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanart #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #(Dec 12 edit: chapter has been renumbered)

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The Serpent's Dominion

Pairing: Caleb X MC

Summary: Insomnia is a cruel captor.

Caleb is a drug you can quit anytime so long as you don't call for him, yet you can't seem to go more than a day without him.

Word Count: 4.7k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Tags/Warnings: incubus!Caleb, smut, degradation, dacryphilia, slight manipulation, dream sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

If insomnia is your permanent prison, Caleb is the warden just beyond the bars of your enclosure and dangling the cell keys just beyond your reach. His visits have become a nightly occurrence. Ever since surrendering your body to him completely and allowing him to have you in ways you’ve never allowed anyone to before, it’s like you need him to survive.

The highs of the pleasure he brings you begin to wear off faster and what used to be at least a solid three or four days of decent sleep have dwindled, forcing you to seek him out nightly for the itch only he can scratch.

Your initial mistrust of Caleb has dissipated and now you cling to every word he grants you; believe every praise he sings to you and revel in every touch he allows you. You’re self-aware enough to know that he likely doesn’t mean the things he says, but desperate enough to take what you can get, even deluding yourself into thinking he’s just as feral for you as you are for him when you call him to you and he can’t wait to rip your clothes off.

With every visit, he burns himself into your makeup and it’s like he’s rearranging the very molecules with which you consist of by the way he digs himself into you, molding your body to his and branding you so that you come apart for him and him only. His kisses are harsh, teeth full of poison and tongue the antidote, destroying and soothing you all at once. Close for Caleb is not close enough, and despite the fact that you know he doesn’t care for you the way he pretends, it’s his personal mission to try to prove you otherwise. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So good for me, sweetheart, you’re doing so good,” Caleb murmurs in your ear before leaning back to get the full view of your face.

You’ve had a hard day and when you called Caleb to come within seconds of being home - even before you changed out of your work clothes and he noticed immediately. He wasted no time stripping you, pawing at your clothes like in frustration, desperate to help you alleviate your stress and edge you to the brink of overstimulation.

Caleb’s desire to take as much as he can from you has become insatiable.

“Eyes on me,” Caleb urges you, eyes swimming with glee. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah? I know you can give me one more, can’t you?”

“D-Don’t think I can,” Your voice is hoarse with exhaustion, uneven and trembling in a way that matches the way you’re quaking beneath him.

Caleb pinches your clit between his index finger and thumb and grins when a fractured version of his name wrenches from your lips.

“I know, sweetheart,” He coos with pity. “I know.”

“T-Too much,” You stammer, reaching forward with shaking hands to cover his, which he immediately swats away.

“Nuh-uh,” He drags his fingertips through your lips to collect the arousal leaking from you. “You can handle it, can’t you? Be a good girl and let me give you one more, okay? I know, I know.”

He leans over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips before shoving his soaked fingers into your mouth. You whine around the digits, pleas muffled with how full your mouth is.

“See? Tastes too good to waste, huh? I know, baby, I know you’re exhausted,” He inches down your body until he’s between your legs, licking his lips as he openly stares at your red, swollen cunt. “You’re gonna be so brave for me, though, right? Let me wear you out completely so you can get some sleep?”

“Y-yes,” You slur, despite your body protesting with the overstimulation of the last three orgasms he’s given you.

“That’s my good girl. Say it.”

“I’m - I’m your good girl,” You manage between heaving breaths.

“Uh-huh,” Caleb encourages, scissoring his fingers back inside of you. “Tell me you’re gonna give me another one. Tell me you’re gonna let me make you come for me another time.”

“C-Caleb, it’s so much -”

“Say it or I’m going to stop touching you. Do you really want that? Do you want me to stop touching you or do you fucking need it?”

Your body betrays your half-hearted protests, hips bucking against his hand to force them deeper into you, drawn to his touch despite the tremors that course through your body.

“I - I need it,” You cry hoarsely, the anxiety of how on edge your body is leaking into your words.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Caleb promises as he fucks you with his fingers. “Gonna give you my cock, okay? Do you want it?”

“Yes, please, I want it - want you to give me another one, please -”

Caleb pulls his fingers out of you, a fresh flood of arousal following and soaking the sheets beneath you. You sob at the loss, but don’t have time to lament it too much before he’s bullying his cock inside of you, feeding you an inch at a time.

“So wet for me, good girl,” Caleb praises as he easily glides into you. “Feel how easy that is for me? Fuckin’ made for my cock.”

You feel as though you have no control of your body, but Caleb so kindly takes over for you. It’s as if he knows every little facet of you that makes you tick, every spot and every sound burned into his mind and memorized for later - an analytical student who’s never satisfied. You don’t have to think when you’re with Caleb and you like that.

Caleb hooks your thighs underneath his arms and presses them back until your hips protest so you’re completely open for him to fuck you as deeply as he wants to. He drags his cock out of you slowly and when the tip of him catches at your entrance, he immediately slams back in.

“C-Caleb!” You cry, eyes widening from the intense pressure and fullness.

“Say it, say my fucking name,” He commands, picking up the pace of his brutal thrusts as he talks you through it. “ - but remember that my name isn't a safe word.”

“Caleb, Caleb,” You say his name like a prayer, reverent and devoted as he gives you the pleasure he knows you need.

“Yeah, you’re doing so fucking good for me, sweetheart. So, so good,” Caleb rambles, noting how much you relax when you hear his voice. “You look so fucking beautiful like this - can feel you clenching around me, love. Are you gonna come for me?”

Your impending orgasm is so intense that it’s painful. Caleb immediately registers the look on your face as you milk his cock, eyebrows drawn together and lips falling open in a silent scream as you convulse, unable to control the trembling. He abandons his grip on one of your thighs to press his hand over your mouth, explaining his intention immediately so you’re not offended.

“Bite my hand, sweetheart - bite as hard as you need to, okay? I know it’s a lot, baby, I know.”

Without thinking, you bite down into the meat of his hand to ground yourself as you quake beneath him, soaking the sheets even further as he fucks you through it. The mix of pleasure and pain is so potent that black spots begin to dot your vision, jaw going slack enough that his hand falls from your mouth, riddled with your angry, red teeth marks. Caleb pulls out of you, a slew of curses growled under his breath, and lays next to you to pull you on top of him.

“I know, baby, shh - it’s okay, I know,” He hushes you and it’s then that you realize you’re sobbing from the overstimulation. “It’s okay, I’m right here, you’re right here. Breathe for me, sweetheart.”

It takes you a few moments to calm down, your mind and body so exhausted you can barely think straight anymore. Caleb soothes you through it, his hand pushing back sweaty strands of your hair.

“So good, you did so good for me, love.”

Love.

It’s the last word you hear before you slip into unconsciousness.

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Another night a few days later, Caleb has your head pressed into the bed, ass up in the air as he thrusts into you from behind, cock kissing your cervix almost painfully with each thrust.

“Take it so well,” He growls, fingernail biting into your cheeks as he relentlessly pounds into you. “I’m so proud of you, so nice and wet for me - so good for me, sweetheart.”

It’s dizzying how good it feels - almost like he’s on the verge of breaking you with every movement - dangling you over the precipice just to yank you back. Your legs quake, your body so exhausted that you can no longer hold yourself up. Caleb senses this just before you collapse by tucking one of his arms under your stomach to prop you up for him, his strength and grit when he’s falling to pieces inside of you almost admirable.

“Love fucking you to sleep like this, sweetheart - love you,” He growls. “Does it feel good?”

“So - so good,” Your strained voice is muffled by the sheets. “B-But -”

“But what? Speak up for me, yeah?” Caleb immediately slows his pace to make sure he can hear you, almost as if he’s scared you’re going to say he’s hurting you.

“Y-Your face - wanna see your face,” You finally say after you manage to pull yourself up to rest on your elbows and look back at him.

“You want to look at me? Awe,” He grins at you, but listens to your request.

Caleb uses the arm he has supporting your stomach to leverage you before leaning forward and using his other to pull you up by your shoulders so your back is flush against his front. The angle change has you whining, forcing him deeper into you as you breathe in every bit of him, intoxicated by his closeness and scent. When Caleb’s satisfied with his hold on you, he keeps one arm around your stomach to reach up with the other and grab your face. With his thumb on your right cheek and his other fingers splayed across your left he gently squeezes to force you to look back at him.

“Like this, huh?” Caleb murmurs into your ear as he slowly begins thrusting into you again, the movements shallow, but intense as he grinds his hips against you.

“C-Caleb,” You choke out, his name falling reverently from your lips as he subjects you to a deluge of bliss with slow, intentional grinding.

“That’s my name, that’s right, sweetheart. Use it for me,” Caleb peppers abnormally sweet kisses across your face as he moves his hips. “That feel good for you?”

“Uh-huh,” You keen, the sharp sound coming out like a hiccup. “D-does it feel good for you?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Caleb’s voice is velvety, dark and intense as he chastises you. “You’re not to think about my pleasure, understand me? Everything feels good for me, let me focus on you.”

“But -”

Caleb lets go of your face to slip his arm gently around your neck in a loose headlock and press you harder against him, hips stilling completely.

“What’d I say?” He demands.

“To let you focus on m-me,” You whine, hips moving of their own accord to get him to keep going.

“Exactly, very good,” Caleb begins to move the hand that’s cradling your stomach down and further down until it’s at the apex of your thighs and teases you by ghosting his fingertips across the skin there. “Do you think you can come like this?”

“I’m already close,” You admit, trapped against his body with nowhere to move as he tightens the headlock enough to keep you still, but not enough to be super uncomfortable.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, okay?” He promises, moving his hips in uneven, shaky circles as he finds your clit with his fingertips.

He begins rubbing agonizing circles against you as he fucks you shallowly with his cock, the position not providing much room for actual thrusting, but the grinding driving you crazy. You’re realizing just how much he’s intended this to be for you, focusing all of his attention on the friction and stimulating your clit as opposed to pounding in and out of you and taking what he needs.

“You’re so wonderful,” You say breathlessly, little moans and grunts of effort spilling from your lips as he plays you like an instrument, fingertips dexterous and deft.

“Glad you think so,” Caleb teases, a chuckle fighting its way into his low voice to break up the concentration like you amuse him. “Sweetheart, you’re so fun to play with. It’s like every touch is the first for you.”

“Like a virgin,” You remark with a laugh, the Madonna reference so out of place that Caleb actually has to stop what he’s doing for a second to focus.

“Fuck, you’re special.”

He doesn’t mean it.

You feel a sharp, ugly pang in your chest that you ignore, focusing instead on Caleb’s fingers and how good his cock feels inside of you, filling you to the brim and the drag delicious despite the minimal movement. He presses against your clit hard with a particularly dirty swivel of his hips and your legs begin shaking, a tell-tale sign of your inevitable demise.

“That’s it, all for me,” Caleb praises, “All mine.”

Am I?

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Caleb is evolving into something of a drug for you. You tell yourself it’s that he really is the only thing that helps you sleep, yet you find yourself becoming so reliant on him that even when you feel like you can go a day or two without him, you call him anyways. It isn’t when he’s fucking the words out of you that you feel the heaviness set in, but in the tender moments between; the flick of your blissful tears with his delicate fingertips, the warmth his body provides when he’s seated deep inside of you even after you’re both come, the symphony of your breathless laughter and whispered sweet nothings like a knife to your heart when reality sets in.

“I wasn’t too rough for you, was I?” Caleb asks softly, brushing the hair from your face as his violet eyes bore into your own.

“I liked it,” You flush, unable to help the schoolgirl smile that plasters itself across your face. “It felt really good.”

“Good,” Caleb scoots closer so you’re chest to chest and rests his sweaty forehead against your own.

You lay there like that for a few moments, neither one of you jumping at the chance to acknowledge the evening is ending and Caleb has to go soon so you can truly sleep. Caleb’s even breaths are like a metronome, soft on your ears and easy to focus on.

“Caleb?”

“Hm?”

“Are you - Are you ever going to tell me…” You trail off, not wanting to break the spell. “Nevermind.”

“What was it?” Caleb leans back, clearly not reading into the implication of your words.

You settle for a watered down version of the question you truly want to ask.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you can’t at least stay the night?”

Caleb’s body language changes immediately, completely stiff complete with a held breath that he lets out after a beat. His eyes shift so he doesn’t have to look at you.

“I don’t think we have to say that part out loud,” He says finally. “You and I both know why I can’t.”

You hide your face in his neck, unable to stop yourself from inhaling the sweet scent of cinnamon and apples that’s grown so much on you.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You’re not,” Caleb rubs your back in soothing, delicate motions.

“Just please,” You beg. “Please tell me it’s not all in my head.”

“Sweetheart -”

“Caleb.”

He groans, but pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly and securely you feel safe - sane for one second.

“It’s not all in your head, okay? Let’s not go there, sweetheart. I don’t think you want the answers to the questions you have.”

“Tell me it’s real, Caleb,” You press.

Tell me you love me.

“Go to sleep, baby, you’re so exhausted you’re delirious,” Caleb changes the subject, pulling you so tightly against him it’s hard for you to sleep.

As always, you fall asleep in his arms.

As always, you wake up alone.

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Time has begun working in funny ways and the effects that your abominable sleep schedule has been having on your overall state of being have started to drag you down. Half of the time, you’re dragging yourself into work after snoozing your alarm, even after Caleb’s worked his magic to wear you out the night prior.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror at work and hardly recognize yourself. Your skin has taken on a sickly tinge and the bags that hang beneath your eyes have grown so pronounced and swollen that no cool compress or under-eye patches have been able to help.

It’s gotten to the point that your coworkers have noticed and one of your favorites, Tara, has been expressing concern.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go home? You’re beautiful, you know I think that, so I truly mean no disrespect - you look so exhausted.”

You offer her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes and gesture to your nearly empty coffee cup.

“I’m working on it – refuelling.”

She fixes you with a concerned frown.

“Really, it’s a slow day. You’re more than capable and one of the strongest people I know, but you need to prioritize your health. For me?”

You want to tough it out but it’s been getting harder to remain upright, let alone conversational. Tara gently pries the coffee mug from your hands and puts it aside.

“What do you have left to do today?” She asks kindly.

“Just a little bit of paperwork, but really -”

“I’ve got it,” Tara interrupts you with a smile. “Seriously. I’m bored and looking for things to do. Jenna’s been worried, too. She would never say it, buuuuuut -”

“Thank you,” You cut her off with a grateful smile. “I’ll speak to Jenna, okay?”

“Okay,” Tara reaches out to place a consoling hand on your shoulder and gives you a gentle squeeze. “Please let me know if I can do anything for you.”

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It turns out that even Tara has the capacity to downplay things, because as soon as you find Jenna, she demands you go home and get some rest. You don’t have enough energy in the tank to explain yourself or your current stresses, so you simply thank her and head out.

You shuck your worn shoes off as soon as you step foot inside and moan at the immediate relief. Due to your unexpected half-day, you find that you’re not as exhausted as normal when you come home later and decide to channel that energy into some much needed self care. Your long, hot shower and the skincare you’ve been depriving yourself of offer you a semblance of comfort, and while you don’t exactly feel like a brand new person, the small acts of maintenance feel rejuvenating even if the placebo effect tinges the intent.

The sun has barely begun to set after your nightly routine has concluded and you can’t find it in you to muster up the energy to cook dinner for yourself. You’ll never admit it to Caleb or yourself fully, but you’re far too excited at the prospect of seeing your dreamy companion and the comfort he brings you to do anything but slip into some comfortable sleepwear and turn in for the night. Your head has barely hit the pillow before you’re calling for him, too dazed and exhausted to know whether or not you’re doing it in your mind or vocally.

“Hello, beautiful,” Caleb greets, perched at the edge of your bed. “Miss me? Seems like you did since you couldn’t even wait for nightfall, huh?”

“Mhm,” You smile at him tiredly, finding the strength to sit upright so you can look at him fully.

Caleb has only gotten more attractive to you over time. It’s like he glows a little more with every visit; his body more muscular than ever, arms bulging beneath the black fabric of his shirt. His skin shines, healthy and glassy and free from any blemishes or scars save for a light, barely there dusting of freckles. You question your mind and your memory, vaguely wondering if he’s always been like this or you’re just taken aback every time you see him.

He’s devastating to look at.

“Devastating? That’s a new one,” He beams at you, crossing the small distance to cup your cheek in his large, comforting hand.

He studies your face as he strokes your cheek and the corners of his lips begin to droop and turn down in a frown.

“Wh-what, is everything okay?” You ask, the expression on his face causing you to panic.

“Yeah,” He says softly, letting his hand fall from your face and turning to look away from you as he composes his face into an unreadable mask. “I don’t think I should stay tonight.”

“What? Wh-why?”

Caleb stands, his back to you.

“I think you need a night off, sweetheart.”

You scramble to your feet to clumsily make your way to him and wrap your arms around him. He stiffens under your touch.

“Please, I can’t sleep, C-Caleb, I need your help.”

“I don’t think I’m what you need right now,” He turns to face you, unable to hide the grimace on his face. “You came home from work early, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” You bury your face in his chest. “I’m so tired. You’re the only one that can fix it.”

“Baby,” The term of endearment flies easily from his tongue and embeds itself into you like shrapnel.

It sounds domestic. It makes your chest ache. It hurts.

“Y-you know what, it’s fine,” You pull away from him to let your arms drop loosely at your sides. “I don’t really know what it is that you do, but I’m sure you’re very busy… doing that. I know I’ve been calling for you every night, so you’re probably sick of me, anyways.”

You turn away from him, frustrated and exhausted tears pin pricking burning your eyes. Caleb reaches to stop you, slipping his arm around your stomach.

“Don’t be like that,” He chastises you. “You’re crabby because you’re tired so I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Do I look bad? Is that it?” You find yourself asking bitterly. “You can just say so. If you’re not attracted to me, then -”

“No, no, no, no,” Caleb tugs you closer to him so that his front is flush against your back. “Feel how hard I already am? I just don’t know if you can handle much tonight, okay?”

It may be your exhaustion or the amalgamation of all of your insecurities building up inside of you, but his words make you sadder. You sag in his grasp, visibly deflating as the last bit of your willpower leaks out of you, resignation settling into your bones as you draw your lips together in a tight line.

“Okay,” You agree, your voice hollow. “Just go.”

With a quick tug, you expel an unnecessary amount of force to extricate yourself and make your way back to the bed. You don’t have the energy to pull back your comforter, so you simply climb atop it and lay back.

“Pipsqueak -”

“If you want to go, just go,” You cut him off, voice thickening with tears. “You don’t have to be here.”

“Hey, you don’t have to -”

“Just stop acting like you fucking care,” You seethe, that dejected sadness curdling into a sick, festering anger. “If you’re not going to fuck me then just leave. You never stay after anyways and I know you’re full of shit whenever you’re pretending to be nice.”

It’s the loudest you’ve ever spoken to him; the nastiest you’ve ever allowed yourself to be. It comes from almost nowhere, the dregs of your worst qualities swirling in your stomach and rising like bile, staining your words and voice with hate. If you were in your normal, functioning state, you’d be horrified by the ugliness you’re currently proving you’re capable of. It’s not you, but you need him to leave so he can’t see you crying.

“Is that what you want?” Caleb tilts his head to the side, that pitying and obnoxious frown still marring his perfect face.

“Yes,” You breathe, closing your eyes so you won’t chance looking at him. “I don’t need you or your pity.”

The room goes silent, but you keep your eyes closed. Trails of wet, hot tears begin to leak from your eyes as you believe you’re safe - free from Caleb and whatever judgement he might cast upon you for getting so worked up for no reason. You angrily wipe them away from your eyes as your chest heaves and you choke back sobs. This inevitable breakdown has been chipping away at you for weeks – months, really - and today your willpower has plummeted.

You go still as you feel Caleb’s hands join yours, fingertips sweeping away the small puddles of tears on your face as you openly cry. You’re not brave enough to open your eyes, partially because looking at him might send you spiraling even further and partially because the sting is already too great to handle.

“This isn’t how I wanted to make you cry today,” Caleb laments somberly. “I’m sorry.”

“Y-you - stop it, please stop acting like you care,” You’re almost hyperventilating, overcome with the weight of your exhaustion and his empty words. “You don’t mean it.”

Caleb says nothing, but climbs into bed next to you to pull your shaking body into his embrace. He leans back against the pillows so you can rest comfortably against his chest.

“It’s okay,” He says tightly. “You can cry. Whatever you need.”

You must really look pathetic if he’s being this kind to you, but you’ll take what you can get. Instead of fighting back with angry words you’ll regret, you conserve your energy and try your best to calm down so you won’t stain his shirt. Caleb doesn’t seem to care one way or another and begins stroking the sides of your arms with his fingertips.

It’s uncertain to you still whether or not you’re actually sleeping and the recesses of psychologically thrilling movies in the back of your mind beg you to listen to your instincts, but it doesn’t matter. The last thing you remember before coming to hours later is Caleb holding you. Of course he’s gone when you realize you’re no longer sleeping, but the sting in your throat lets you know your tears were more than real.

Am I really crying in my sleep now?

The clock lets you know it’s almost six in the morning, so you’ve gotten a few hours of sleep under your belt and you suppose Caleb is partially to thank for that, regardless of the method. Sleep resides in your limbs as you stand, every movement weighted by invisible cinder blocks. You manage to lumber to the kitchen, no longer able to ignore the incessant pang of hunger in your stomach.

You open your fridge, blinking sleep away, trying to find something quick to slake the starvation. A large bag sits in the center of your fridge – something you don’t remember making or bringing home. Your browns knit together in confusion as you reach for it, trying to remember what it is. Takeout isn’t something that’s super common for you due to your need to save as much as you can and you usually don’t keep leftovers. With shaking fingers, you open the bag to find a container of a light liquid you assume is soup and a wrapped item that looks like a sandwich. You pull the food out to inspect it and find that today's date has been written upon both of the items in neat, bold marker.

It’s not your handwriting.

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obsessiveimpulses · 1 year ago

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Yuuta needy brainrot °♡

summary: needy yuuta interrupts your girls night

cw: slight breeding kink, phone sex, exhibitisiom ? , subboy!yuuta , porn w a lil plot

an: first submission here,,, im welcome to any ideas and feel free to leave some feed back !! thanks:^)

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You laid next to Nobara, both propped up by your elbows. Your jaws hung slack as the blue light shined from her laptop. You were watching the latest hit romcom that Nobara had been begging you to watch with her for ages. It took her so long to convince you - only about 50 rejections for you to finally say yes. You were always just too busy with Yuuta, truthfully he just never wanted to leave your side. And you never wanted to leave his

Yuuta was a bit of the overprotective, obsessive type. You had to practically beg him stay at Nobaras tonight. Nonetheless, you love him for it despite knowing it probably wasn't healthy.

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"Please, Yuuta..." you said cupping his large pale hands with your own, "it's just one night I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I promise." You stood between his legs, his big tired eyes looking up into yours. He shook his heading before dropping it, his hair slightly covering his left eye.

"Fine" he mutters. His voice trembled a little before looking back up at me. But there was something in his eyes, they glistened darkly.

"Really?!"

He squeezes your hands tighter, "yes... but, that doesn't mean it won't be easy" he spoke softly. He rose taking his coat from the rack and gently placing it over your shoulders. He grabbed your bag from the floor, passing it to you.

"Don't worry you'll be fine Yuuta, it's only for one night" you reassured him.

"I never said for me" he mumbled his voice smooshed by his lips caressing your forehead. His hands grabbed the side of your head, holding you close as you shivered from the touch of his cold ring.

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Nobara reached over twisting your hair between her fingers mindlessly. Her bed was ever so soft but it wasn't us soft as Yuuta's.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

Nobara and I jumped at the vibrations sent through the bed. "Who's that?" she questioned leaning over to try and peek.

"It's probably just Yuuta..." you sighed sitting up, "I should just see what he wants." Nobara sighed as well, not wanting to be interrupted on your only time together.

Answering the phone you spoke, "hello? Yuuta?" Silence answered back.

"Yuuta, what's up?" Asking again patiently waiting for an answer.

"Baby..." Yuuta choked out, followed by muffled sounds of the bed creaking and sheets rustling. "Yeah, is everything okay?" You inquired.

"No.. baby I need your help" he spoke softly his voice consistently broken up with small sharp breaths. He continued panting into the phone, pleading your name.

"Yuuta! Are you okay?!" Your voice raised as you grew anxious and impatient. Worrying you brought your hand to your mouth chewing along your nail. Your heart beat faster, it echoed through your mind like a drum.

"Darling ... I... ugh" he moaned into the phone.

Huuuuuh.... your mind went blank.

"nggh ... can't take it anymore, need your sweet pussy baby" he moaned breathlessly his sweet little whines ever so soft. A knot growing into your stomach.

"Yuuta... are you?" you sighed into the phone. A wave of relief washed over you before quickly being replaced by a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He was right he wasn't going to make this easy, for you.

"m'mmm.. so close" he choked out. Followed by squelching and sniffles. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he couldn't help it. He fisted his cock, his back arching as he moaned into the phone echoing into your ear.

"so sorry baby, please forgive me but I just can't help it... need you... need your voice" he whined growing closer chasing the building feeling growing in his balls.

You pictured him sprawled across the bed. Seeing him vividly leaking from his slit, precum dripping down his length onto his balls and in-between his upper thighs. You could only imagine the mess he's making. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead mixing in with his salty tears before dropping onto his lip.

"Yuuta, it's okay" you mumbled. "Don't stop baby I'm here for you." His moans pierced through your brain. In that moment you wanted nothing more than to see or at least hear him cum for you. To at least hear him cum from nothing but the simple sound of your voice.

Hearing your praise the feeling intensifies. His strokes become harder, faster and louder. The squelching sounds and his soft pleas for release growing louder. You almost forgot Nobara sat right next to you, her face contorted with confusion.

You shrug your shoulders and wave your hand with dismissal at her hoping she would just ignore you. Most importantly, you were praying she couldn't hear Yuuta's whines.

"ugh darling.. don't want to waste my cum," Yuuta barely gets out in between moans, "should be deep in you instead."

"It's okay Yuuta, just show me... after" you say but really you want to see it now. At this rate it wasn't going to be long before you soaked through your jeans.

With this Yuuta is determined to make a huge mess just to show you how much he needs you. His needy moans become more desperate filled with more fuuuucks than ever before.

"Fuck.. I'm gonna cum baby," Yuuta whines rocking his hips up into his hands. "Pleaseee, say I love you... need to hear you."

"I love you Yuuta" you say. Your pussy throbs for him just as his cock throbs for you. Before he can even tell he's cumming, his hands are covered with cum as he crys out for you. His hips buck up high picturing himself deep inside you.

He chuckles to himself, still breathless from his sweet release.

"Ugh so good.. I love you, goodnight" yuuta coos before abruptly hanging up. That bitch!

So, he's just going to tease me and beg for me like that and not even say thank you after! You sigh angrily taking your phone away from you ear.

"What was that about?" Nobara asks.

Before answering your phone dings. It's Yuuta he's sent you an image.

'As promised my love' it reads followed by a photo of his hand stretched cum coating everywhere. Its inbetween his fingers and all over his cock. Is this how much he usually cums in me?! You think to yourself in shock.

"Hello?" Nobara says as he snaps her fingers in front of your face.

"Fuck sorry, he just wanted to say goodnight" you say quickly. Liar may as well be written in thick black ink over your forehead with how red your face is.

Yuuta you fucking bastard. I'll get you back for that.

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apricityxoxo · 1 month ago

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nerdy college student nanami

nerd!nanami x fem!reader

summary: Nerdy College Student Nanami doesn't have time for anything besides good grades; nothing else matters. Not until you walk in late.

warnings: fluff and a bit of suggestive material at the end

wc: 1.3k

been gone for a while lol, hopefully ill be more consistent

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who only has time for school. He thinks that if he works hard now, he can relax in the future. The only things that matter to him are his grades and learning; he has no time for anything else. He’s not like the rest of his friends who have fun at parties and drink till they can't remember their name. If he wanted to de-stress or have fun, He would just read or play video games. He had too much important stuff to do than waste time recovering from a hangover.

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who has to adjust his glasses when he sees you when you run in late to your English literature class, sees you offer your professor an apology and a shy smile and watches you as you walk up the stairs and choose the seat right in front of him. He realizes that this whole time when his nose has been buried in his notes, he's missed seeing you.

Nerdy College Student Nanami slaps at Gojo's hand when he loudly comments on his now sweaty figure, drawing the attention of others around them. “Ouch, Damn I was just asking! You're so meannnn,” Gojo whines, earning a few laughs from the students around him, including yourself. Who can't wipe the smile off his face after you smiled at him while packing up your computer.

Nerdy College Student Nanami now looks forward to going to class. He's ecstatic to see that you've taken a liking to sitting in the row in front of his seat. It's perfect. He likes seeing the different ways you style your hair, the different outfits you wear, he gets happy seeing you in something that's just a little bit too tight or too short.

Nerdy College Student Nanami who can’t even take notes anymore because he is too busy staring at your back or profile. “Hey, can I see your notes?” Gojo asks with a pout and puppy eyes. “No,” he replies, realizing that he didn't even write anything past the date.

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who is now so forgetful because of you, forgets that the reason to go to class is to learn and not to admire you. “Can I borrow a pen, Satoru?” Nanami asks quietly. “Why should I? It's not you ever help me. You're so mean, and I always have to fend for myself,” Gojo rants, and he progressively gets louder, so loud that Nanami puts his head in his hands in embarrassment. Gojo continues “ I mean shit, when i ask for notes you dont even look my-” “You could borrow mine,” You cut off Gojo. Nanami lifts his head and sees the girl he's been watching for weeks, staring right at him. “Thank you,” He replies nervously, grabbing your cute pink pen. Gojo rolls his eyes and continues to mope in his seat.

Nerdy College Student Nanami earns a ‘hi’ and smile from you every class now. He gets there earlier and stays late just to see you come in and walk out at the same time as you just for you to look his way to smile and say bye with a cute wave.

Nerdy College Student Nanami gets upset because he realizes that he only has a month left in this class and hasn't had a proper conversation with you. He sees his chance when the professor announces that the students must partner up for the final research project. “Okaaay, so I was thinking that you can do all the research and talking and I just look cute and support you and then…” Gojo continues making plans for the project but doesn't realize that Nanami isn't listening. Instead, he too focused on you as you look around at the people around you, trying to find a partner. “Do you need a partner?” He asked you, ignoring the offended expression on Gojo's face. “Yes, please,” you reply to him with the prettiest smile he's ever seen on your face. Who returns the smile and sits back in his chair when you turn back around and focus on the professor. Nerdy College Student Nanami is so happy that he doesn't even care that Gojo is giving him a death glare.

Nerdy College Student Nanami whose heart starts to race when he sees you approach him after class. “Hey, it's Kento, right?” He nods his head and asks for your name, even though he already knows it. “I was thinking that we could exchange numbers so that we can start making plans for the project. Is that okay?” He can only nod in response.

Nerdy College Student Nanami is holding his phone now in his sweaty hands, trying to think of anything to send to you. In the privacy of his shared dorm with Gojo he bounces his knee with a frown on his face trying to think of anything. He was about to write out another sentence when you text first.

❀: Heyyyy Kento!! I was wondering if we can start working on the project on Thursday? ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Ken: Yeah that works with me

Ken: at the library?

❀: Yep! That's perf, it's a date! see you then ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Nerdy College Student Nanami wears his best outfit to his study date. He tamed his messy hair and sprayed the smallest amount of cologne on himself, an expensive one that he had stolen from Gojo in their shared dorm. When he arrives he sees that you're already there, sitting cutely wearing a light pink knitted sweater that was a tight fit and a deep v-neck. You look up and smile at him, and it makes his pants tight. You both work for hours sometimes in silence and sometimes ignore the assignment just to get to know eachother. He looks into your eyes and nods when you tell him something interesting about yourself, trying hard not to peek into your shirt.

Nerdy College Student Nanami who gets to see you three times every week for your study dates, which slowly move from the library to his dorm. These “Study dates” can't even be called that anymore because you two haven't talked about literature in weeks. You both start getting more comfortable around eachother. Nerdy Nanami lets go of his uptight behavior and lets you see a different side of him. He makes you laugh and tells you stories about the few times Gojo forced him to go to a lively college party. You start getting more comfortable too, you started by bringing delicious baked goods for the two of you, and then here you are today with a six pack of beer and pizza. You came wearing baggy jeans and a tank top, and he's pretty sure you're not wearing a bra.

Nerdy College Student Nanami is on his third beer, and you just finished your second with a giggle. “You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were soooooo scary.” You giggle at him, placing your hand on his thigh and taking a bite out of your slice of pizza. You have been in his room for a couple of hours, and he's getting really comfortable around you. There is no space between you two, and you both don't even have your computers open. His legs are spread wide, and your hand is too close for a friend. You don't even realize what you're doing to him. He looks at the hand on his thigh, and then he pushes up his glasses to look at you in your face. Yeah… you both are really comfortable now, so comfortable that he has to send a text to Gojo.

Ken: Don’t come back to the dorm for a few hours.

*3 missed calls*

Satoru: WHHAAAT

Satoru: What does that mean??!?!?!?!?!?!??!

Satoru: I thought you were studying?!!

Satoru: WAIT!!

Satoru: Are you…getting your freak on?? OMGGG (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

Gojo’s fifteen other texts go ignored.

Nerdy college student Nanami who barely passed this class with a C- because you both failed your final project, but he honeslty couldn't care less. Not when he has you, months after that class ended, sitting on his lap with your hands under his shirt, caressing his chest and with your face in his neck.

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ok im done now, idk how i feel about this lol

I also have a couple of asks that I will work on soon, I’m sorry it’s been sooo long but pls send more

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