#all I had to do to get rid of it was stand up for myself.

[yanderes-galore]

I allow myself to send a request now, because with the time difference, it will be 11pm in my country (and I do not know if I will still wake up)

Fandom : Jujutsu Kaisen

Personnage : Satoru Gojo

Accord : romantique

Type : alphabet

Thanks to advance ~😘

Sure! Here you go :) Hope you enjoy my take on Gojo!

Yandere Alphabet - Satoru Gojo

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Smothering behavior, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Violence, Murder, Kidnapping, General Yandere themes, Controlling behavior, Paranoia, Isolation, Slight jealousy, Dubious relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Gojo is most likely overly affectionate. His behavior may hide darker secrets but he's genuinely affectionate. He's physically affectionate, often clinging to his beloved and being overly friendly.

Gojo can seem overbearing and intense with his obsession. Part of him is scared to lose you... Yet he'd never show that part to you. He has to be strong for you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

The scariest part of Gojo is his strength. If he even had rivals he really wanted to get rid of, he could easily make them red mist. Safe to say Gojo is capable of getting messy for his darling.

He just knows when to pick his battles... usually.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Gojo would not mock you. He would treat you the best he can if he ever did abduct you. After all, if he abducted you he most likely did it for, in his words, "good reason".

He meets your every need, promising to give you everything you want as long as you don't leave.

However, Gojo most likely won't need to abduct. He primarily stalks you and why should he be jealous? He has the strength and power to make you his. No one else stands a chance.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He tries not to, you have more freedom than most yanderes.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Gojo keeps most of his baggage hidden, yet he seems open with you. He never likes to show vulnerability but I imagine the mask slips a bit at times. So when he is truthfully open with you, it's rare.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Amused. You're never going to be as strong as him... but he finds your attempts to fight the decisions he made for you adorable.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not really a game yet he might find your escape attempts amusing.

Most because he knows you won't get far.

The only way you can make escape attempts is if he allows you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Realizing there is no getting rid of him. As I said before, the scariest part about Gojo is his strength. He can easily follow you, take you away, and remove any threat around you.

That's the scariest part about him as a yandere. The fact he's strong and persistent.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Hard to say but he definitely wants you protected. Maybe he wants to be more than your boyfriend, maybe he's happy at that stage. For the most part... Gojo just likes you near him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

I'd say he does but he's playful. If he didn't like you talking to someone then he'd insert himself into the conversation. If someone was getting a bit too flirty, he'll just pull you away.

He likes to play it off, maybe playfully pouting when you neglect him. Being jealous doesn't bother him too much. It's when someone genuinely tries to take you that he begins to have issues.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Obsessive, Overprotective, Manipulative, Slightly controlling, Playful, Affectionate, Clingy, Paranoid.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Honestly, you could meet him in many ways but he'd always try to be playful and friendly. He tries not to get too close at first. He's scared to lose you like the people he has lost before.

The world is dangerous and since you're not as strong as him, he could lose you easily. He originally tries to stay professional, best he doesn't get too close. However... Despite his attempts... You still manage to infect his mind.

After all... he can protect you if you just never leave his sight. This makes him stalk you, cling around you, and just never let you out of his sight. All for your safety...

Right?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Eh, not really, no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He wouldn't want to hurt you so I imagine isolation in a room he picked out and maybe restraints if he feels you can leave. For the most part his punishments are actually really tame compared to more. Being locked in a room yet not restrained is an introvert's dream.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many as long as you're kept safe. He's actually a chill yandere compared to other JJK yanderes.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient, actually. He may not seem like it but he tries to be patient for you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not really, no. Losing you may make him snap, actually. Which is the last thing the world needs, honestly.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Maybe a little bit but if he genuinely thought you were in danger he would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood and Curiosity seem to best fit him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd do his best to comfort you, caging you in his arms as he whispers in your ear. There's no need to be afraid.... He's doing this to protect you.

He's doing this because he loves you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There really is no escape when it comes to Gojo. You just have to hope staying out of danger and not getting too close with others appeases him. Which, again, is the scariest thing about him.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, he would not.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would probably level a city for you. He's strong enough to do that, scarily enough.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Well, he protects you for a long time... but he may initiate romantic feelings after a year.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally if at all.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo

[garlicbreadslice]

Do you guys ever think about Kevin Day. About the number on his cheek. About the horrors he survived to keep it there. The physical and psychological torture that he endured just so he could have the shiny number 2 tattooed on his cheekbone. How brave he was to go through all that.

How brave he must have been to let it go.

To say: I’m giving up my number, the one I’ve dehumanized and killed myself over. I’m giving it up, but my suffering for it wasn’t in vain.

To realize that he didn’t deserve the number 2, not because he was no longer second best without the Ravens, but because he had always been better than all of them.

He was the deadliest piece on the board.

#I had a dream about Kevin day last night #in which he was talking to Wymack and essentially said: #‘I let myself be beaten for this number. #I let my friend be tortured for this number. #once I stuck my hand on a hot stove for riko. so that I could keep my number. #all I had to do to get rid of it was stand up for myself. #and that was the hardest thing I’ve done.’ #yes actually my dreams are ridiculous and poetic #I can write better unconsciously than I can consciously #but anyways #Kevin day #aftg #all for the game #riko moriyama #tsc #the sunshine court #the raven king #the foxhole court #tfc

[medicinemane]

Seriously, it would be a mercy to kill me. I'm begging for help dying. Do you not see why it's fucking torture to keep my alive while living with her? I'll never escape her, like there's just no practical way to make it happen

And yet, till I get my act together and find a way to die already, show must go on

#you can't stand still; no matter how miserable you are there's shit you got to do #lord knows I'm bad at it and it takes me forever; I'm not even close to good enough or getting enough done #but still... I slowly work at it and occasionally do things like get rid of the trailer by myself #and in return I get lovely anons telling me to stop using my one point of socialization and to go get some help #my misery repulses them and I really need to fix it before I get back on the internet #and I'm so sleep deprived and in so much pain from having to be a therapist today; especially with how bad it was today #that I'll just be blunt that if I could distill every bit of pain I feel #I'd fucking seep it into people's bones when they say shit like that #I want to see how you deal with it; I want to see if you writhe just by living my life #I've told you all so many times that I'm bitter and cruel and that you only don't see it because I'm polite #there's a reason I identify so much with Soulcutter as a sword #and it's because I'd call it the sword of depression almost as much as I'd call it the Tyrant Blade or Sword of Despair #the way it's described; like it drains the will out of you meaning that even the idea of holding it aloft becomes tiring #...I could fucking wield it; I know how #that's not a blade you draw; you rest your hand on the hilt and let the misery eat into everyone carving them up #and you realize how pointless it is to even bother keeping your hand there and let it go limp and slide off #and frankly if I had it I'd be real tempted to carve a path of despair through the world... especially anywhere policy makers were #I'll work with everything I have to make sure no one ever feels like me; or as few people and make them feel as little of it #but it would be a lie to say I didn't want to force you all to feel it exactly as I feel it #then you come back to me and tell me all the ways I'm not doing enough and need to fix my depression this way or that way #you feel the decades of total isolation and you tell me if I'm doing as badly as you've decided I am

[mtn-doozy]

I'm at a point in my life where peeing feels less like a natural part of taking care of my body and more like a punishment for trying to stay somewhat hydrated

#doozy post #mental health fuckery #bathroom #if i drink something then hours later i need to deal with peeing #which is all well and good in theory #but my body does a silly little thing called #“let's not let doozy feel that they need to pee while they're sitting or laying down #(which they're doing a majority of the time) #and instead let's just hit them with the emergency alarms once they finally stand up to do something!” #and it's bad enough that i'll sometimes need to sit down in the middle of trying to get myself to the toilet #because if i don't i feel like i'm gonna piss myself #very efficient body over here /s #and of course if i don't drink anything i feel dehydrated #and it's kinda funny when my body does both at the same time or one right after the other??? #like i'll go pee and while i'm in the middle of washing my hands be hit with the dehydration headache like BRUH #getting rid of the water was your idea #my bladder wasn't even full; i had half a cup in me #*sigh* #i'm so tired man

[luvelve]

˚ · . sweet blue - k. mingyu

summary: your husband’s not very good at asking for things, not even for a shave. but of course, he gets it either way.

pairing: husband!mingyu x afab!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings/tags: kissing, shaving, mentions of use of a blade

a/n: i took a long and unexpected break from writing and i’m happy to be back <3 this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo long and i finally finished it today. the ending was kinda rushed but i wanted to publish it either way to kinda get myself out of this slump. as always, feedback & likes/reblogs are always welcome :)

the dark colored marble touches the front of your thighs as you inch closer, which surprises you but you try your best not to flinch because of the task at hand. at this moment, you feel like an artist, a sculptor if you will; carefully carving clay with utmost precision. except you’re not a sculptor, and you’re not carving clay. you’re in your bathroom giving your husband, mingyu, a shave.

this was new for the both of you, as mingyu always just shaved his incredibly slow growing mustache by himself. what started all this is him seeing you in your nightstand or in the bathroom doing your makeup and skincare, and he finds it all so amusing. he swears harps and violins play in the background when you’re in your own little world, dusting your cheeks with blush, taking your mascara off, or applying lip balm? lip… stick? lip…. whatever it is that you put on your lips, he thinks to himself. all he knows is that he can watch you do it all day. but he’s also left wondering, how it would feel to do what you do on him.

for some reason, mingyu isn’t able to muster up the courage to ask you straightforward to do his skincare, but he is able to ask you to be the one to shave him since he tells you its that time of the month where his mustache gotten too long for his liking. he comes up with the excuse of not doing the job well enough, and that his face gets all ‘itchy’ afterwards. which is all a lie of course, but it’s enough to convince you to do what he asks of you.

and so you find yourself in your shared bathroom at nine in the morning, standing in between your husband’s legs as he sits on the counter, both of your faces inches from each other. the room is silent but not eery, it’s a comfortable silence. mingyu had joyfully shown you the things he uses for his shaving routine: a cheap razor, shaving cream, some aftershave seokmin had recommended to him, and a towel.

“you really should get one of those good quality razors. not these disposable ones.” you scold mingyu softly, looking at him sternly with one hand resting on his head and the other holding the razor.

“but they’re expensive.” he extends the last syllable in protest, his reply a bit garbled as he tries his best not to move his mouth too much. you know mingyu well enough that he would be pouting at this moment, if only you weren’t shaving his upper lip.

you’re too focused on the task at hand that you don’t bother arguing with the giant sulky man in front of you. you continue making slow downward strokes using the razor, watching the hair slowly disappear. mingyu doesn’t have a lot of hair on his face like other guys but you take your time, making sure to get the job done right. it is, after all, your first time.

your husband watches as your lips contort out of focus; a habit of yours that he’s taken notice and grown fond of over the years. every now and then , you get rid of the hair and cream, swishing the razor in the sink that’s filled about halfway in water. mingyu feels nothing else but happiness and content in this very moment that he’s internally doing jumping jacks.

your resting hand shifts from his head and onto his cheek to get better leverage and mingyu just has to lean in to your touch. he relishes the feeling of your warm hand and then looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

“baby…” you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what on earth he’s doing this for in the middle of a shave. mingyu doesn’t react to your words but instead shoots you a small derpy smile, and only you would know what he means.

if there’s one thing your husband is good at, it’s getting you to give him your love and attention without even saying anything. there are nights when mingyu comes home exhausted and all he has to do is stand there in your doorway, signalling to you that he wants to be in your embrace. or when you get up earlier than him and you find him just as he’s about to wake up; he’s buried in the sheets, hair all messy, just laying there, silently telling you that he wants a taste of your lips before his morning coffee.

and it’s the same thing he’s doing now. you let out a small sigh as you tilt your head a bit in fake annoyance before you lean in to connect your lips with his. it’s quick but it’s enough that mingyu lets out a hum of contentment. you pull back and he giggles as your lips catches some of the shaving cream, giving yourself a tiny little mustache.

“happy?” you quickly reply, and mingyu catches you to plant another kiss on your lips, placing his hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss a bit.

“very.” he says, as he swipes the pad of his thumb on your upper lip to get rid of the shaving cream he transferred onto you. his giggles bounce off the quiet walls of your bathroom.

“now can you sit still so i can finish this little bit that’s left?” you say to him, and he replies with a small nod and a sheepish smile, one that’s big enough that his canines show through. mingyu feels like a sixth grader who just kissed his crush. if the marble counter wasn’t in the way, he’d be kicking his feet.

you finish the small patch of hair that he has left and you proceed to put aftershave on him, assuming it is what you put after one shaves. you put a little bit on your hands and you’re thrown off by its strong musky scent. surely this can’t be good for his skin, you think to yourself.

“babe, you really use this stuff? i think this is way too strong for you.” you say with a worried look on your face. “well… seokmin told me it was good so i just used it too.” he replies.

“well yeah, it could be working for him but for you… i’m not too sure. i don’t know… i’m just worried.” you trail off, getting some tissue to rid your hands of the product and his eyes follow you around the bathroom while you do so. you shuffle back to stand in between mingyu’s legs, “i’ll go get something from my stuff instead.”

he watches as you momentarily leave the room to grab something from your vanity. he waits in the bathroom like a five year old waiting for his mom at the grocery counter. he hears the sound of your drawer open and close and it makes him chew at his lower lip in excitement.

“okay, this should do the job.” you say as you take the product onto your hands and pat it gently on your husband’s annoyingly smooth face. you make sure to cover all the parts that the blade has touched, and your head tilts left and right trying to make sure you didn’t miss any spot.

the way his eyes light up and follow your every move don’t go unnoticed by you. his hands make their way to rest on your hips again, squeezing every so gently as not to distract you.

“aaand, that’s the last bit of it.” you say, tightening the cap of your moisturizer and setting it down on the counter. mingyu internally pouts because the task is done, nonetheless he still props himself off the counter to take a look in the mirror.

“thank you, baby.” he says softly, shooting you a sweet smile as he turns to face you again. his arms snake around your waist to pull you in for a kiss and just when your noses touch, you pause. “you know… we still have a bit of time before we have to head out. why don’t we go back to bed for a little while?”

mingyu instantly picks up on what you’re trying to say and of course he jumps on the opportunity, “yeah?” he questions, and you nod as you wrap your arms around his neck. “well you know i can’t say not to that.” his smile reaching from one ear to the other. he leans down to attach his lips to yours as the both of you slowly walk backwards into your bedroom.

“oh, one more thing.” you mumble, momentarily breaking away from the kiss. “mhmm..” mingyu hums, and you feel it rumble in his chest. “i know you don’t get ‘itchy’ after you shave, it was just an excuse to get me to do it for you.” your tone is playful, and right then and there mingyu knows you’ve got him.

“what-huh? n-yes, i do!” your husband stutters, his ears turning red in embarrassment. “sweetheart, you really expect me to believe that? i know you like the back of my hand.” you reply. before mingyu is able to say anything else, you grab his arm and lead him out of your bedroom. “now let’s go, you owe me a yummy breakfast.”

#mingyu fluff #kim mingyu #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fluff #seventeen #mingyu x y/n #mingyu scenarios #seventeen scenarios #mingyu au #seventeen au #mingyu x reader #luvelve’s

[talaok]

Daddy knows best

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader

Summary: Joel has given you homework, and although you've never watched porn, one particular thing you see does pique your interest (this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence, dub-con, Perv Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, squirting, anal play, one lil pussy slap, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, allusion to oral sex (m), he takes a pic, and LOADS of daddy-kink (Joel is also meaner in this one)

This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

a/n: I am a very sick individual. dont read this. honestly. just dont

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2

"Hi daddy!" you smiled, shutting the door to your room to greet him at the entrance.

"hello sweetheart" he grinned at your excitement getting rid of his jacket and throwing it on the coat stand before his eyes traveled to you, and god was he thankful they did.

That tiny baby blue skirt he's bought you was a damn good investment, and your own touch of that little fucking white top was just as good.

There you were, on display for him, all for him... and you didn't even know.

"I like the outfit" he smirked, tilting his head to get a better look at your naked thighs, thighs he now knew from experience to be soft and just... perfect.

"thank you daddy" you giggled, smiling happily

"You know what you need to do sugar, go on" he gestured, his voice deep and almost strained at the thought of what was about to happen.

It had turned into a routine now, but his dick certainly never got used to it.

"of course" you nodded, obedient as ever, your hands going to the hem of your skirt and slowly, slowly bringing it up- up enough to show him your bare core.

Panties weren't allowed anymore.

He didn't know what it was, but there was just something about the fact that he had the power to make you do that, to make you show your whole naked pussy to him in the middle of the living room, in the way your eyes remained on him, patiently waiting for further instructions, pending from his every word, there was something about that that made him thank each existing god every single time.

He got his good look, and then with just a nod he'd made you cover yourself up again.

"good girl" he smiled, getting rid of his boots as you eagerly stalked closer to him.

"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asked, his voice sweet as he wrapped one arm around you, pushing you closer to him.

"good" you nodded "my exam went well today at school"

Your math exam, the same one he'd watched you study a whole week for, even "helping out" in his own way once or twice... a kiss down there for every right answer had become your new favorite study method.

"mhh, of course" he smirked, stroking your cheek "pretty and smart, now that's my girl"

You bit your lip at his words, that warm feeling traveling between your legs once again.

"a-and how did your day go?" you realized was your turn to ask once you got out of the trance his eyes made you spiral into every time.

"mh" he hummed, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to clear his mind of bad memories from his day "Not great sweetheart... but it would have been a hell of a lot worse if I didn't know I was getting you all to myself tonight"

Once again, heat shot to your cheeks at the flattery.

"you thought about me?"

"'f course I did" he spoke softly "couldn't stop thinkin' about all the ways I can help you out tonight"

"yeah?" your eyes widened, excitement piercing through your tone.

"oh yeah" he growled, kissing you as his hand squeezed one of your asscheeks.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he leaned away.

"did you do your homework sugar?"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "I didn't have a lot today, just English" 

A chuckle rumbled deep from his chest

He did that often, smiling and laughing at something you said, and each time, you were left confused as to why.

"not those homework, babygirl"

The sound of a choked "oh" came out of your mouth, and that smug, predatory smile he always seemed to have around you persisted on his lips.

"y-yes" you said finally "yes I-I was doing them now"

"yeah?" he grinned, his fingers on your ass trailing lower and lower... and then lower, until his digits connected with your pussy- your wet, drenched pussy.

"I can feel it" he chuckled, his fingers sliding into you for no more than a second, 

"daddy" you whimpered

"clean daddy's fingers" he shushed you, bringing the proof of your arousal to your lips, and watching you closely, as you obeyed his command.

It was salty, saltier than his come, you noticed, licking his fingers clean.

"you were in your room?" 

you nodded

"let's go then"

__ __ __

Your room was the same as always, pink everywhere, filling every inch of the space, your curtains were drawn, but some light still soaked through them, and the lamp on your bedside did the rest.

You walked before him, as he had instructed, and when you both entered, he closed the door behind you.

You were moving to the bed where you'd left your laptop, when Joel's voice stopped you.

"What's that shirt doing on the floor?"

"oh I must have left it there when I changed" you explained, crouching down to pick it up 

"not like that" He tutted "Bend down, keep your legs straight"

You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling cool air hit your core

"stay like that" 

"w-why?"

"'cause daddy's gotta take a picture," he said, pulling out his phone and doing just that, a damn good view in front of him.

"w-why are you always taking pictures?"

he rolled his eyes at your need to question him.

"cause they help me keep track of how healthy you are" he lied through his teeth, walking to you until he could place one of his hands on each of your asscheeks, stroking lazily.

"for example, right now your pussy's very healthy" he drawled, one hand leaving your ass to land a quick slap to your core.

You jolted forward, gasping at the feeling.

It stung, but it also felt kinda... good

He chuckled softly again

"got it?"

"y-yes daddy" you gulped, as he helped you get up, groaning lowly at the feeling of your ass meeting his hard cock.

he turned you around, moving some hair out of your face.

"take off your top"

You did.

"now your skirt"

Again, you did,

remaining completely naked before him.

"good girl" he breathed, his index fingers traveling from the valley of your breasts to your navel, his eyes following suit "Now show me what you found" he nodded to the computer,

He sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and then placed you onto his lap.

He smiled at what he saw on your laptop.

"I-I went to the site you told me" you breathed, your voice no more than a whisper.

"so what do you think of porn?" he smirked

"I-I" Although you were naked, it felt a thousand degrees in that room, and his hands stoking your thighs and your nipples certainly weren't helping "I like... some of it"

"Which ones?"

"the ones that don't feel f-fake" you swallowed thickly 

He just grinned

"and did you find a favorite one like I asked you?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, tapping on your computer to switch tabs

"this one"

It was an amateur one, not in hd, the camera not even straight, but the couple... you really liked them

"play it"

with a tap of your middle finger, soft moans started filling the room, as the man in the video started pleasuring the woman with his mouth, grabbing at every piece of her with his hands, as if he couldn't help it, as if he wanted to devour all of her.

You didn't even notice your hips starting to move on their own accord, trying to grind onto something- anything, as your thighs squeezed shut.

Joel chuckled behind you, his eyes not on the screen but on you.

"what do you like about it?" 

His lips met with your shoulder as his fingers pinched your nipple, and there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you from doing so.

"T-they just look so... happy" you whispered, trying not to cry because of how desperately needy you felt between your legs "so in love"

This time, Joel managed to bite down his laugh

"a-and I like-"

you stopped, too embarrassed all of a sudden

"what?"

"n-nothing"

Joel shook his head, his mouth to your ear

"You're drenching my pants, sweetheart, it ain't nothing"

You almost moaned at just the sound of how deep and hot his voice sounded

"I like that" you confessed, urging him to look at the screen

"you like that?"

he didn't even sound like himself anymore, just a wolf, a wolf holding a defenseless bunny.

"y-yes"

"you like that she's on top of him" he taunted, "that she's riding his cock" he murmured "'s that right darlin'?"

"y-yes daddy" you cried, turning your head to look at him, to beg at him "Please" you whimpered "please daddy do something"

It wasn't just heat now, it was burning flames of need pooling between your thighs.

"what about the other part of the homework?" he didn't mind your pleas

"I- I couldn't daddy" you whined, real tears now stinging your eyes "I couldn't do it, not without you daddy- please"

"aw baby" he cooed "my dumb little baby" fake concern filled his features "Show me what you were doing"

"no please daddy just- you do it"

You were going crazy, literally crazy because of how utterly desperate you were.

"stop whining and do as I say" he ordered, his voice colder "or I'm done helping you out"

As if, he laughed in his mind

You obeyed immediately.

You needed him to help you out, there was so much you still had to learn, and you couldn't possibly teach all that to yourself, you couldn't even masturbate for god's sake.

"lay on your back and show me" he said again, as he got up.

He closed your laptop and set in on the floor as you positioned yourself in front of him.

You slowly planted your feet onto the mattress, spreading your legs.

His ravenous gaze fixed on your core.

"go on"

So you did,

One of your trembling fingers traveled to your core, and slowly- oh so slowly- you pushed it inside of you, whimpering lightly.

He didn't say anything, and so you started moving it, trying to mimic what you've seen him so countless times now... and failing miserably.

"I-I can't" an unsatisfied whine fled your mouth

"'f course you can't, not like that" Joel smirked devilishly "Put another finger in"

"b-but"

"just do it"

You tried, you really tried... but you were so scared, it just felt like too much, like you couldn't handle all that

"I-It doesn't fit- it's too much" you cried "Please daddy help me- please please please"

God, but did you ever stop whining?

And so partially because he wanted you to stop, and partially because he just wanted to, he grabbed your waist, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.

"It doesn't fit?" he mocked, your fingers pulling out of you just in time for him to plunge two of his own in.

You gasped and moaned and cried all at once.

"Then how come this little pussy can take my whole cock?" he didn't even wait for you to adjust, to stop squirming, before his index finger thrust inside you "How come I can fit three of my fingers in here?"

Real tears fell from your eyes as you moaned and arched your back like a cat.

You tried shutting your legs, but he spread them apart mercilessly, gripping your thighs as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a scathing pace

He'd never been like this, so fast, so mean

You didn't know if you were breathing, you didn't know if you were alive, if you had fainted, you didn't know anything besides how good you were feeling, how much pleasure he was giving you after you'd been starved so long for it.

"is it too much now?" he mocked, watching you fall apart in front of him "because it looks like it ain't" he growled "it looks like i could fit all my fingers in here and it still wouldn't be enough"

You moaned, you moaned so loud your throat hurt.

"'s that what you want, you want to be completely filled like a little slut?"

slut

he'd never called you that- why did he call you that? Why did it make you clench around him? why why why-

"no please daddy" you moaned "'s too much"

"three fingers is enough for this little pussy?" he teased 

"yes daddy yes- I-"

It was like making a deal with the devil, if you weren't specific enough...

"what about this other pretty hole?" he smirked, his fingers slowing as two of his fingers from his left hand reached between your asscheeks, grazing your other hole 

"d-daddy" you just stuttered

"I think we need to start stretching this one darlin'"

You gasped, as he used your moisture to wet his middle finger and trailed downwards

"I- b-but daddy"

"daddy's gonna fuck it one of these days" he interrupted "and we don't want it to hurt do we?"

You tried to calm your breathing as you answered

"y-you mean you want t-to-"

He chuckled, his fingers pushing into your g-spot making your mind just a big dumb mess.

"I mean I'm gonna fuck your ass babygirl" he explained, his finger pushing more and more at the entrance "it's another lesson, you see" he murmured "but I need to prepare you for it- I need to stretch you out real good for my cock"

His cock. Inside there. How on Earth was that gonna happen?

"That's why you're gonna be good and let me put this finger in here" he emphasized his words by pushing slightly "aren't you sweetheart?"

"I-is it gonna hurt?"

"not if you relax" he cocked a brow "are you gonna relax for me?"

"y-yes" you surrendered "yes daddy"

And that was that.

He pushed his finger into you, slowly, even though there was nothing he would have liked more to just thrust it, and hear your shocked cry.

But the moan you let out- oh the moan you let out was worth every moment of his painful self control.

It wasn't particularly pleasant at first, but then... then it was like fire spread through you, and when the fingers in your pussy started moving faster it was like gasoline dunked onto the flames.

it didn't just feel good, it felt... new.

It felt like heaven and hell altogether, and then it felt like... it felt like you needed to pee.

"d-daddy!" you gasped, your hips grinding shamelessly onto him "daddy's not right- I-I"

tears rolled down your temples, and your belly twisted into knots as your walls tightened and tightened around him.

"Shhh" he shushed you "let go" he said, "let go darlin'"

And so you did.

A rainstorm of pleasure putting out all the fire inside you. Pure, divine bliss took over you as you looked at him, crying out and squirming uncontrollably, until it was all over... until you realized what had just happened.

Whatever that was

"o-oh my god" your eyes widened, taking in his drenched shirt, his wet mouth and chin which you didn't even notice he'd put on you as you soaked him to get a taste "I-I'm so sorry daddy- I- I don't know what-"

He was on you before you could blink.

"sorry?" he laughed "what are you sorry about?"

"I-I-"

"you squirted" he grinned "ain't there nothin' wrong with that... the opposite actually"

"S-squirted?"

"that's right"

"and you're not mad?"

"why would I be mad?" he asked, amusement and thrill glossing his eyes "It's just like when daddy comes all over your face babygirl" he explained "You like that, don't you?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

his cock twitched at that

"And I like when you come all over mine baby"

"oh"

"yeah" he chuckled, kissing you deeply "I'm gonna make you squirt every fucking day from now on sweetheart"

You could only smile before he kissed you again

"now how 'bout we do that thing you saw?" he asked, "you wanna ride my cock sweetheart?"

"yes" you nodded eagerly

"then let's get to it, shall we?"

He gave you one last kiss, before he leaned back, undressing completely.

He chuckled as he caught you eating him up with your eyes, but said nothing as he laid on his back.

"c'mere" was all he said, grabbing your waist as you sat on top of him, your core inches away from his cock.

your hands raked his chest, stroking and admiring him, before you looked at his hungry gaze, and asked:

"what do I do?"

His eyes fell to where his cock sat on his belly

"take my dick in your hand"

You did as instructed, mesmerized by how big and beautiful it looked.

"now raise your hips a little, and slide me into you"

You did what he said, but just as he started entering you, you froze, the feeling foreign and not... good.

The woman in the video seemed to enjoy it so much, why can't I?

"you gotta relax" Joel explained, his right hand going to your clit "Let me in" he murmured, drawing circles on your bud "it'll feel good babygirl, just let daddy in"

And so, slowly, slowly you started sinking onto his manhood, whimpers and moans fleeing your throat with every inch added.

Util finally, you had done it.

"o-oh my god" you choked at the feeling.

He was deeper than he'd ever been, that you ever thought possible.

"good girl" he smirked

You didn't even have time to think about what you were doing that your hips were already moving, grinding onto him, bringing heaven to your core.

"O-Oh m-my"

"bounce on it darlin'"

Your hands sat on his chest as you obeyed, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as you raised and lowered onto his cock, moaning as you threw your head back.

now you understood that woman, It felt amazing

And so you started doing it again and again and again, clawing at his chest as groans rumbled from it.

"good god" he grunted "f-fuck"

"it feels so good daddy" you breathed, your lungs burning for oxygen

"yeah? You like riding me, baby?"

"yes" you cried "I like it so much daddy" 

"like having my cock so deep inside ya?"

"god yes" you whimpered 

"yeah?" he mocked, raising his hips to meet yours and forcing a roar out of you

"daddy! I-"

"you're coming already?"

"y-yes daddy I-"

He cocked a brow as he watched you

"think you deserve to?" he asked, "after acting like that before?"

"please" you begged, your voice nothing but a thread "please daddy let me come"

he remained stoic, and you were so close...

"please daddy, I'm sorry I'll be better, I'll be good- I promise"

He smirked now

"you promise?"

A nod, that was all you could offer

"No more questioning me when I'm trying to help?"

"n-no" you shook your head "I'll do whatever you tell me, whatever you want"

That's all he needed

"come on my cock sugar" he ordered "come like the good little girl you are"

You swore you blacked out after that, the pleasure was so deep and so strong it knocked you out.

The next thing you knew, you were laying beside him, your head on his chest, his come leaking out of you.

he'd already told you you needed to tell mom you wanted to take the pill

The words were out of you before you could stop them.

"Y-you were a little... mean before-" you swallowed "when you were using your- fingers"

He groaned internally

"I know babygirl" he cooed, caressing your arms soothingly "but you were acting like a little brat, and I just- I ran out of patience"

"o-oh" 

"I'm here to help you, so it's hard for me when you act like that, understand?"

God how stupid you had been.

He was doing you a favor, and you were acting like a child.

"I-I'm sorry daddy" You pouted, leaning up to kiss him "I'm really sorry I won't do it again"

"thank you sweetheart" he smiled "but I think there's a better way to use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize"

You gulped, as you followed his gaze to his cock

"I'm kind of tired daddy" you murmured

"I know you are" he cooed "but daddy knows best, baby"

"You made me really mad sugar" he explained "And if you want to apologize real good... you're gonna need to suck daddy's cock"

And just like that, you were ascending down his body.

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Hands to myself

pairings - drew starkey x reader

summary - getting high with Drew.

warnings - unprotected sex, masterbation, hair pulling, language, drugs. (18+)

Smoke swirled above you, fanning throughout the basement. You took another puff and passed the joint to Drew, his greedy fingers nabbed it instantly.

Dropping your head to the back cushion, your bloodshot eyes stared at his lips. He brought the joint to them, taking in a deep breath. Your hooded eyes closed for but a second to reopen, his lips circled and he started puffing o’s into the air. You can’t help the rolling of your eyes, “Show off” you scoffed, nudging him in the ribs. He gave you a sloppy grin and took another drag, handing the joint to whoever occupied the seat next to him.

“Fuck your pretty” he states, his hand palms your face, thumb brushing at the apples of your cheeks that now sported a shade of pink. “Fuck your high” you chuckled, you stare at each other for what seems like 2 seconds but your being tapped on the shoulder and handed back the blunt so it had to have been longer.

You're quick to take it and look around the room, everyone is mellowed out. Chatting amongst themselves not caring what anyone was doing. The music drowned out the conversations, you felt like you were in your own bubble. You didn’t know too many at this party, it was mainly celebrities. The only reason you said yes to coming was because you couldn’t keep away from Drew, he was the reason you breathed.

You feel his hand on your thigh, giving you a soft squeeze. You take another drag of the blunt and pass it to him, he copies your actions, his eyes never leave yours as he passes it along. “No seriously, your so fucking pretty”.

“Kiss me”.

He pulls you to his lap, groping the flesh of your ass as his lips work against yours. Your fingers rake through his grown out buzz cut, a soft moan trickles up his throat and into your mouth. “You like that?” You mumbled, he’s quick to chase your lips and bring them back against his own. He answers you by biting down on your lower lip, rolling your hips down onto his. “Drew I-”

He silences you by kissing you again, you feel drunk on his touch. Your skin tingles all over, your chest feels heavy. You want him closer to you, you want to feel him all over your skin. “I need you” you whined, your favorite thing to do when high was fuck Drew. He had this new found stamina when he was off his chops, his cock stayed hard for hours. He had you cumming until your pussy was swollen. “Please” you beg, he’s quick to pull you both to stand. Neither of you cared what people around thought, moments later he was dropping you on the bathroom sink and locking the door swiftly.

“What did you want, pretty girl?” You're reaching for his shirt, balling the material in your fist and pulling him towards you. Your lips are quick to envelope his . Your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, his fingers ran up the expanse of your stomach until they hit the wire of your bra. “Let’s get rid of this” he says, pulling the material of your shirt away from your body and unclipping your bra.

Your nipples hardened under his stare, head dropping towards your breasts. Suckling on your nipple, your back arched in his hand. Your head leant against the mirror as he sucked and palmed at your tits “I’m so wet” you announce, you can feel your arousal in your panties. It’s uncomfortable and sticky, you reach down to your shorts and unbutton them. “Uh uh” he tuts, slapping your hand away. He pulls his own shirt over his head and helps you pull the remaining off your clothes off, bringing the heels of your feet to the edge of the counter as he drops his pants.

Your wet cunt stares at him, begging him to touch. “Fuck… you really are wet” he hums, but he doesn’t touch you. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows, he palms his aching cock between his fist, your pussy clenched at the sight and his eyes zoned in on your opening. “Please Drew!” You're begging again, your head feels fuzzy from the weed and your body warm. “Touch yourself”

You shake your head, you want him to touch you. You needed to feel his fingers inside of you. Your small ones never did the trick, his eyes snap to yours and he steps closer. You can almost feel the tip of his cock on your folds but he holds it away from you. “Touch yourself”.

You nod, reaching between legs and toying with your clit. You almost fall off the counter as your body juts at the sensation, he’s quick to hold you in place. He jerks his cock so close to your fingers, you could grab him and angle him to your hole, but you don’t.

Instead you close your eyes, bite your tongue and push your fingers inside of you. The palm of your hand rubs softly against your clit, your fingers are soaked with your arousal. “Fuck.. you look so fucking good baby girl”.

“Yeah? Oh fuck.. drew this feels so good” you moans, your hips roll into your hand. You needed more, you needed him. “Feel as good as my hands?”

“Fuck no.. I need your hands! I need your cock” you state, but you don’t let up your movement. You can feel the flutters in your lower belly. Your walls clench around three of your fingers. “Want my cock?” “Please oh god please!”

His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your fingers out of you with a ‘pop’. “Not god baby, just me” His eyes are on yours as he brings your fingers to his open mouth, and sucks them clean, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

His cock pressed between your folds, you grind your hips against him. “I could taste you every second of the day”.

“Mhmm but right now I need you to fuck me”

He chuckles, pulling your face to his for a kiss. He grabs you from the counter and turns you around, your eyes meet in the mirror.

He pushes his palm between your shoulder blades and kicks his foot between your legs, you widen them for him and stick your ass out high. “Such a good girl”

“Such a good girl who needs to be fucked right now”

You were getting impatient, your cunt was practically weeping to be filled up. “Needy baby” he chuckled, he ran the tip of his cock between your folds. You pushed back on him when he pressed your opening, you all but growled when he pushed inside, your hands clenched around the bathroom taps. “Jesus Christ baby, relax” he grunted, you squeezed him so tight not wanting him to remove himself from you just yet. “If you don’t relax I’m going to cum” he warned, you're quick to unclench around him. His hands held your hips, thrusting him in and out at a painfully slow pace. “Please Drew.. I’ll get on my goddamn knees and beg for you to fuck me harder” you whined, his hand on your back stopped you from pulling yourself up and doing exactly what you had said. “Damn baby, this weed has really made you whiny!”

You're about to protest but he shuts you up by pounding into you, your tits smack against the vanity table. The grip he has on your hips has you mewling and crying, his hips meet your ass with such force you're worried he’s going to send you through the mirror.

“Oh fuck.. Drew! I- oh”

The sound of wet skin slapping drowns out the music from behind the bathroom door, your eyes rolled back so far and mouth wide open. You can’t breath, his cock buried so deep inside of you has you dick drunk. “Come on baby girl… look at me”.

When you don’t immediately do as he says he’s pulling your ponytail, your eyes stare at him through the mirror. The grip he has on your hair is aching, his fingers grip at the root of your scalp. “Don’t stop looking”.

You nod your head numbly, his eyes switch between you and where you both meet. The look on his face could have you coming around his cock but he’s quick to pull out of you when he feels that familiar pulsating. “Hey’” you whined, he moved back onto the sink. Pushing himself into you again, your ass is cold on the marble sending a shiver down your spine. “You feel so fucking good” he groans, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His chest is hot against yours, his lips leaving behind small bruises on your neck. Your fingers scratch up and down his back, trying to pull him closer to you. “Such a perfect pussy”

He’s mumbling praise into your chest, pounding ruthlessly into your hole. “Like that! O-oh! Drew”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Again!”.

He gives you another squeeze and you cling to his forearm, rolling your hips against his. Your clit rubs against his lower stomach.

“Kiss me please” you beg, he grips your throat and presses his lips to yours. It’s hungry and sloppy and you never want it to end. “Oh shit.. I-”

The all too familiar feelings bleed through your veins, “I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto your lip. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper. He lets out a groan of pleasure, breathing harshly through his nose.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, a buzzing spreads through your eardrums and your visions splotches. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s quick to follow, rutting his hips into you a few more times before dropping his load deep inside of you. You can feel his cock twitch against your swollen walls.

“I need another blunt” you laugh, the high had been flattened by your orgasm. Your body buzzed from a different kind of euphoria.

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[rosequarzo]

that boy is mine.

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! alhaitham + reader reader is female established relationship modern + college au ☆ warning not proofread . . . !? & 1064— catalogue

note. listening to that boy is mine gave me an idea so, here you go. this is so messy i hate this... i might delete but we'll see... tagging @rninies

There is no doubt that Alhaitham is popular. Incredibly popular, in fact but not that you could blame them. Who wouldn’t fall victim to his handsome, stoic and quiet personality? It goes without saying that he has gathered a concerning figure of fans. Heck, there was even a fanclub made just for him. Dating the famous guy on campus proved to be a difficult task for you, since you have to restrain yourself from jumping on them whenever they looked at your boyfriend with a dreamy expression. 

No one knew that you were dating, no one other than your circle of friends of course. It was thanks to Kaveh barging into his roommate’s room without knocking the door, only to stumble upon the sight of Alhaitham hovering over you on the bed and the rest was history. Although, you were glad that your peers have known about your relationship, as it proves to be a difficult task trying to keep it low. 

“Hey, look. She’s trying again,” Cyno nudges you with his elbow, pointing ahead of him and you follow his direction with your eyes. 

The sight before you greets you with distaste and faint jealousy. It was none other than the newly-transferred student, approaching your boyfriend and attempting to engage him in a conversation. Keyword: attempting. Everyone knew how Alhaitham was; ignoring the public but when it comes to you, his focus was entirely on you; like you were the only one that matters to him. Kaveh sniggered; amused with how Alhaitham was ignoring the student, focused on reading his book. 

“Don’t you get tired of people chasing after your boyfriend?” Kaveh asked, reaching out to steal your fries, only to flinch when you slapped his hand away. 

“No, not really. In fact, I found it funny and chose to watch for my entertainment,” you shrugged your shoulders, focused on observing the scene unfold itself from the sidelines. 

None of you could hear what the student was saying, due to the distance between the two of you but you could tell she was starting to become irritated, judging from the way she furrowed her eyebrows and her lips curling downwards. The next thing you knew, she had the audacity to pull him back when Alhaitham was about to leave. The mere sight of their hands touching made you see red. You shot up from your seat, startling your friends and they watched, dumbfounded as you stormed your way towards them. 

“Uh, do you think we should stop (Name)?” Kaveh asked, getting worried about what’s about to happen. 

“Nah, this is going to be good,” Cyno shook his head, pulling out his phone and getting ready to record the chaos. Tighnari merely lets out an exasperated sigh, feeling a headache forming. 

“...think you are doing? Let me go,” Alhaitham’s annoyed voice rung through your ears as you got closer to them. 

The student huffs, standing her ground and meets his eyes with a defiant gaze in them. “Look, why are you not interested in me? I can be anything you want and besides, there’s no harm in giving us a try.” 

Alhaitham scowls, eyes narrowing. “I’m afraid you’re misunderstanding something. There is no us.” 

“But-” 

“Hey, do you mind letting him go?” You interrupted, standing behind the girl and flashed her a closed-eye smile; a smile that was anything but friendly. 

You saw how your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly, surprised to see you but you ignored him, focused on getting rid of the unwanted presence standing between the two of you. The student fully turned, eyeing you up and down with disgust written all over her face. 

“And who are you supposed to be? We’re having a conversation here,” she asked. 

You arched an eyebrow. “I’m his girlfriend, you dumb bitch. Don’t make me repeat myself: let him go.” 

It seems like she was more stubborn than you thought, for she didn't believe your words and laughed. “You’re his girlfriend? Yeah right, like I believe that.” 

Humming, you walked around her to stand beside Alhaitham. You could see how your friends were looking at you from the corner of your eyes. At this point, everyone nearby was looking at you and why not put on a little show for them? Without warning, you grabbed your boyfriend by the collar of his shirt, harshly tugging him down and kissed him fully on the lips. Your abrupt action elicited a high-pitched scream from Kaveh and a round of startled sounds from the public. If you listened closely, you could make out the faint cheering sound from Cyno. 

The kiss ended as fast as it happened, much to Alhaitham’s disappointment. When you pulled away, you were greeted with the satisfying sight of the student staring at you, rendered speechless. Her eyes were wide open to the point they might have popped out from its sockets. You smiled and shot her an arrogant grin.

“Well? Does that answer your question?” You taunt. 

Utterly humiliated in front of everyone, she had no choice but to flee the scene. The nearby people soon went back to minding their business once the drama had ended, and the two of you returned to where your friends were. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had that in you. Not bad,” Kaveh gave you a thumbs-up before turning to his roommate who sat down beside you. 

“So Alhaitham, how does it feel now that your relationship is exposed?” He asked. 

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” he retorted, his hand moving to rest on your thigh underneath the table; hidden from everyone’s eyes. 

“Tch, you and that shitty personality of yours,” the blond grumbled, making you laugh. 

“All’s well that ends well. Hopefully no one will dare to confess to you anymore,” you pointed out and your words made a faint smirk form on Alhaitham’s handsome face. 

“Don’t tell me you were jealous,” he taunts, faint mischief glimmered in his eyes. 

“I was not,” you defended yourself, hating how he had turned the tables on you. 

“Uh huh, whatever you say love,” he nods his head, obviously not buying your lie. 

The sudden pet name used made your cheeks flushed red followed by Kaveh making disgusted sounds in front of the two of you. “Ew, you two should get a room.” 

“We did but due to a certain someone, our time-”

“Alhaitham!” 

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[angelltheninth]

Better Than Shower Thoughts

Pairing: Dad's Best Friend!Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, shower sex, dirty talk, name calling, talking on the phone, masturbation, secret relationship, rough sex

Word count: 1k

A/N: Commission! Of course Toji would be this kind of pervy motherfucker.

There were few days you looked forward to then when your dad announced his trips and asked Toji to visit from time to time to make sure you were okay. He wasn't gonna leave his daughter all alone, anything could happen to you. Toji, being the good friend, always agreed, always called your dad to tell him when he arrived and telling him everything's okay.

You didn't know when he would visit so most of the time you were left to your own devices. It had been a long day without as much as a call from him, the only ones you talked to were your friends at the university. So you decided that it was a good time to take a shower, and get rid of some pent up stress you had left over.

As soon as the warm water hit your body you let out a loud groan. You didn't feel like wasting much time, your fingers pushing in deep into your pussy as you imagined it was Toji's cock. "Toji." You sighed, legs spreading, back against the tile wall and the other hand playing with your breast. "Faster." Toji was never this gentle, it was what you loved about him the most, he wasn't clueless like the guys you hooked up with before either, he knew exactly what to do to make you see stars.

"I think she's in the shower. I can hear the water running?" You jumped at the sound of Toji's voice. He was standing at the door, phone to his ear, cock in hand and smirking at you, "Yeah, no problem. Do you want me to get her something to eat while she's up there? Might be a nice surprise. I know for a fact that she likes my surprises."

That was supposed to be it, he was supposed to hang up just then and set the phone aside, instead he stepped into the shower, fully clothed. Your mouth feel open when he motioned you to turn around.

"What are you do-" His hand clamped around your mouth, reminding you he was still on the phone. You had to stay quiet. Or maybe not.

"Hey mind if I watch some porn at your place? I'll be careful not to get caught. Besides your daughter's still upstairs, she can't sneak up on me." He turned you around and stepped up closer, his cock pressing against your ass, "Thanks, I get a bit bored here all by myself."

As Toji pushed his cock into you your fingers were pushed out, instead digging into the hand on your hip. Toji didn't wait for you to give him the green light, as soon as he was a few inches in he started thrusting in and out, making your cunt spread and squeeze around him.

He put the phone farther from you both as he leaned in, thick cock pushing in all the way to the balls, "What a filthy little slut I have. You like my cock fucking you?" You nodded and pushed your hips back against his, the slickness of the shower making your ass slippery against him but still making enough noise to echo around the bathroom. "What do you need?"

"Harder. I need it hard. Been waiting all day for you, Toj-" His hand closed around your mouth again. You moaned against it, still loud despite the barrier.

"The little slut is getting railed. Wish I was the one doing it. Fuck, her pussy looks amazing like that." Toji commented snapping his hips into yours with force. "I'm not gonna tell you the title, you fucking pervert." He was one to talk, "But I can turn it up for you, she sounds really nice." His hand left your mouth when he put the phone closer to you, letting your moans be heard freely for a few seconds. "Hear how vocal this one is? Ah, and listen to that pussy get fucked." Next the phone was right under your cunt, your slick dripping onto the phone screen as he continued to fuck you.

This was still your secret, you were still safe, "It feels so good. Speed up, come on, you're not gonna break me."

"Yeah, bitch is a real cumwhore from the looks of it. Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm getting hard and your daughter's upstairs. You know I'd never do anything bad in front of her. I'll, hang up, I think I heard the water turn off. Okay, talk to you after I'm done here." The call ended and Toji was now free to handle you as he pleased, his fingers reaching to tease your clit, "Naughty girl, you didn't even stop to think we could get caught. But then again you can't think when you have my cock in you can you? Anyone could walk in here and you'd still be glad you're getting fucked by me. What if it's one of you friends? Or one of those useless guys you let fuck you? As far as I'm concerned they could use a lesson. Watch you get fucked by a real man."

None of that was what you wanted to happen but the idea of it made your cunt flood with arousal. You couldn't stop your orgasm, your hips from bucking, smacking back into Toji's, the feeling of his cock too good to think about anything else.

"What was that you said before? That I wasn't gonna break you? You look pretty cockbroken to me, sweetheart." Toji decarded so with pride, "Give me your neck, I want to leave at least one reminder of me on your body."

"What? But, my dad, he'll see it for sure."

"Yes." He dragged his lips up your neck, "And he'll know then that his daughter is a whore. He might even ask me to stop by more often to make sure you're not behaving badly. Can you imagine the disappointed looked in his eyes when he sees this mark, not knowing it was his best friend who put it there and used his precious daughter like the whore she was?"

Even with your mind protesting against the thoughts your body responded the way Toji wanted. Your pussy spasmed, tightened, orgasm coming in a string of broken sobs as he railed your slutty cunt. This was it, this was what you wanted, what you needed, what no one else could know you craved.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine #x female reader

[biblio-smia]

some fake dating with peter parker plzz<3

"Can I have your number?"

The horrifying question pulls you out of your work and into a waking nightmare as your eyes fall onto a boy, around your age, standing over your lonely library table, phone held out towards you expectantly.

You laugh, because it's your first instinct to, forced and too loud.

"Oh, I'm okay," you say nervously, hoping it's enough to wave him off.

The boy stands, stunned, wondering if you'd misheard. "I asked for your number," he repeats through his own forced laugh, inching closer to you, his phone only inches from your face.

Discomfort pricks at your skin as you bite your lip, unsure now of what to do. Your eyes stare directly at your now dim computer screen, your own reflection visible, your eyes not daring to look up at the stranger's.

As the screen of your laptop finally turns black you catch the glimpse of another stranger behind you before your head snaps to the shuffle of movement beside you. Another boy, this one tall and brunette, slides into the chair next to yours comfortably. Two pairs of eyes have fallen on him, yours particularly wide in surprise.

God, why you?

"Hey," he says with an easy smile, eyes focused solely on you. "Sorry I'm late." His hand reaches for yours, fingers linking together too naturally.

You recognize him now - you've seen him around campus a few times, definitely, but you're sure you've never spoken to each other before today.

"It's fine," you say softly, trying to wipe the shock off of your face to not flush all this new stranger's efforts down the drain.

"You could've just said you had a boyfriend," the boy standing over you scoffs, phone finally tucked away and arms crossed.

Words falter as he walks away - though your attention is brought back to your hand, still interlocked with a stranger's. Your intense gaze makes the boy next to you redden and suddenly retract his hand, nerves beginning to pick up now that he has no audience to act for.

"I'm so sorry," he begins immediately. "You looked really uncomfortable, I'm sorry if I made you more uncomfortable." His hands are raised in surrender while his knee bounces nervously, eyes glancing for a quick escape.

"That was pretty quick thinking," you offer with a small smile. "Thanks for getting rid of him."

The boy smiles back, just slightly. There's still guilt in his eyes as he looks over you and your makeshift work station, hands moving to grab his few personal items.

"I'm sorry, I totally interrupted your study session," he laughs awkwardly, shouldering the bag he'd dropped on the table so carelessly earlier.

"Well, technically..." The rest of your thought fades as you focus on the sudden flinging of a bag back onto the table.

Your eyebrows furrow as you tilt your head, ready to ask the boy why he'd thrown his bag back down immediately before you notice how intensely he's looking at you.

"I don't think it's safe for me to go yet."

Something about his gaze tells you not to look behind you despite how badly you want to; you're sure it has something to do with a certain guy from earlier.

"I can take care of myself," you defend.

"I'm sure you can," he says in a tone so genuine it catches you off-guard. "I just can't, in good conscious, leave until he does."

Your lips part slightly at how much care a stranger holds for your well-being. It's a little strange, but not in the way that makes you shiver; strange in a way that makes your eyes wide and your cheeks warm.

"We could leave first," you suggest, closing the lid of your abandoned laptop. "I'm pretty much done anyway." It was a blatant lie, but there was no way for him to know that. Really, your motivator was not wanting to hold up any more of his time; how indebted would you be?

"Are you sure?" He only moves to pick his things up when you nod, accepting the interlocking arm you offer with red cheeks. He walks with you out of the library, stopping a good distance away from the primary doors and hopefully, any onlookers.

"Thank you..."

"Peter," he all but laughs, finding too much humor in the fact that you don't even know his name. "Peter Parker."

"Thank you, Peter. That was very nice of you."

"I try," Peter grins easily at you, taking a few steps backward as he waves goodbye. "See you around?"

"Yeah!" You call, though it's not certain; you don't have his number (as ironic as that is). "I'll see you!"

As Peter's back turns towards you and yours eventually turns towards him, you can't help the tingling of your fingers where they had been interlocked with his.

Nothing is certain. As far as you know, you may not see him for another couple of weeks.

Your next meeting will just have to be written in the stars.

masterlist

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #tasm spiderman x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm #v + peter #v writes

[splatoonmaster69]

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#vent tw #continuing #obviously these are all hypotheticals #nice damascus knives are expensive #i spend my money too impulsively to save up for one #its just if i had one theres so many things i would do with it #i could finally cut off my chest #my thighs and hips are too big. slash away until theyre gone #my stomach too. bears are hot but im not hairy enough and even if i was i thinkg being a twink would suit me better anyways #cut it up until im all flat and skinny #obviously my face too #my cheeks are too round because im too fat but if i cut them right i could get rid of it #then id look more masc too #a knife would just be so useful #and it would look so nice because the damascus ones are all beautiful #even if i didnt use it to cut off all the ugly parts i could atleast make myself look nicer by getting the blood out of my body #or get rid of my insides. your organs are all mostly pink. thats so feminine. while it must be nice for other people i cant stand it #i could take them all out and paint them blue and put them back in #my stomach first of course. though i might not put that one back. the acid is cool but its what makes me eat too much #i should cut out my tongue too since its also a traitor #and while i wouldnt remove my nose id need to damage it enough so i couldnt smell anymore #then even if i dont cut off all the ugly bits theyd go away on their own #no stomach to hurt no tongue that could taste nice things no way to smell things that taste good #all just me being overdramatic though #i just need to get it all out of my head so that i can be like 'see there you said it and noone listened so you wont get attention' #i want to bite off all my skin. tear it all off and wait for all the red blood to pour out so i can see the gross pink flesh #dye it all some other color #id say black because im emo but i instantly realized how horrible that sounds #maybe green. or blue again #i like blue so yeah that

[bloatedandalone04]

The Night has Just Begun

➪the one where you and hayden make a sex tape.

Warnings: sex tape obvi, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), swearing, think that might be it..

Word Count: 3.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The way Hayden looks with short hair never fails to drive you crazy. 

He had just finished filming Vanishing on 7th Street, and you would’ve been upset about his character’s end in that movie if he didn’t look so damn good in it. He had cut his hair short for this movie, and he got to act like a dick for most of it, and the contrast of that to his usual kind and friendly behavior had you going a bit feral. 

In celebration of the film being completed, he suggested a night at a nice hotel before going back to your house and settling back down after the chaos that occurs on set during the process of making a movie. You agreed, of course, then presented the idea of perhaps filming some behind the scenes stuff at the hotel, and he was all on board. 

Hayden was sitting at the bottom of the bed when you entered the room, and you looked to the right to see the camera and smirked a bit as you closed and locked the door behind you. 

His jacket was tossed onto the chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in just a white tee and jeans, and the simple yet extremely attractive outfit had you biting down on your lip as you paused a few feet away from him. 

You knew you were in frame now, and Hayden knew it, too, as he gave you a small smirk and beckoned you over to him, “Come here,” he softly demanded, but you just stood still with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you began to shrug off your jacket. “Come here, baby.” He tried again, and you gave in.

Walking over to him, you were a few feet away when he wrapped one hand around the back of your thigh as his other one gently grabbed your wrist and halted your action of ridding yourself of your jacket. 

“That’s my job,” he murmured as he pulled you to stand in between his legs and dropped your wrist in order to push the fabric from your shoulders. 

Heat takes over your entire body as you slide your hands up his arms as his slide down the backs of your thighs. “Oh, right,” you say as he leans down to begin placing kisses down the front of your shirt. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

Hayden hummed as he grinned up at you before sliding his hands further down to press against the backs of your knees, making you fall forward a bit. You settle on his lap as a blush takes over your face, and you hide your head in the crevice of his neck. “What?” He laughed quietly. “Why are you hiding?”

You huff and lift your head again, glancing off to the right and looking into the camera lens before returning your gaze to him. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” You confessed, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you shifted on top of him. “I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Hayden nodded in understanding as he leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss to the base of your throat before looking at the camera as well. “Me too.”

He sure as fuck didn’t look nervous to do this. He looked ready, prepared to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time on film. 

“We don’t have to,” he said quietly. “I can turn it off-”

“I want to do this,” you mumble and bite down on your lip. “But what if someone sees it?”

Hayden smirked a bit, “Well, then they’re in for quite the show,” he teased then softened his gaze as he grabbed your hips. “I promise, no one other than you and I will see it. It’s just for us. It’s just us.”

That was really all the reassurance you needed to forget about the camera and instead focus on the achingly beautiful man beneath you. “Just us,” you say back and close your eyes as he leaned in and kissed along your neck. 

His hands grip your waist tightly as he moves your body so you’re straddling his right thigh. “Just us. I’m not letting anyone else see you like this,” he promised. “It’s all for me. Now ride my thigh.”

Your eyes open at that, and you nearly moan at the look he was giving you. “Okay,” you easily give in as you slowly start to rub your core against his thigh. You actually moan as he bends his leg more and gives you a firmer surface to grind on. “Hayden.”

His hands help guide your movements, and you slowly build up the pace as your fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his neck. “Does it feel good?” He asked, but you both knew he was well aware of the answer to that question. 

Still, you’d always give in to him. “Yes,” you whimpered as he took full control of the way your body moved on top of his. The fabric of his jeans was rough and created the perfect feeling against your core, making you whimper softly. “It feels so good, Hayden.”

He smiled lovingly up at you, still finding the dirtiest act romantic and intimate in the best way possible. Hayden leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking on your soft skin as you worked yourself against his thigh. 

“More,” you feebly whined as you helplessly clenched around nothing. “I need more, Hayden.”

He hushed you with his mouth, his lips meeting yours in a deep kiss. “I know,” he rasped, kissing his way up your jaw until he found the skin under your ear. “I know, baby, you’ll get more. We’ve only just started, you’re going to get so much more after you get yourself off on me.”

His words were filthy and only for you as he kept this side of himself very well hidden to everyone else. You weren’t even registering the camera capturing your sinful actions as you rubbed yourself harder against him, your hands grasping for anything to hold onto as he guided your movements. 

The stimulation on your clit was making your eyesight blur slightly, and your release was creeping closer and closer with each drag of your hips. Hayden never failed to get you off easily the first time around, when the night was just beginning, and it really didn’t take much. 

Just the fact that the man who is gripping your body so tightly right now and working you into a whiney mess for him is all yours was enough to have your body jerking as you come on his thigh and bury your face against his neck. 

Hayden releases your hips in order to let you ride out your high in much slower movements, and when you lift your head again with a lazy smile painted on your lips, he was powerless to stop his own from forming. “Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded and pressed a final, deep kiss to his lips before getting up and grabbing the camera with shaky hands. 

“My turn,” you grin as you hand it to him and sink to your knees between his legs. You run your hands up his thighs before popping open the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Hayden lifted his hips and allowed you to push the fabric down his legs before sitting back down and pointing the camera at you. 

Despite your current position on your knees in front of him, you give him a shy smile then kiss him through his tight boxer briefs. His breath hitched in his throat as you licked a damp spot along his length before tugging that material down, too, and tossing it aside without a care. 

Then you were taking him into your mouth and sucking him expertly. You started off slowly, then increased the pace with each bob of your head, and suddenly Hayden was having a very hard time keeping the camera still, despite him holding one countless times now. 

This was probably the dirtiest thing he had ever done. He liked to have you all to himself like this, and while he loved to show you off at premieres or date nights, this was completely new to him. 

While he’s been on camera for all of his career, you hadn’t, so to see you right now through the LCD screen felt surreal and filthy and unlike anything he’s ever felt. “Look at you,” he grunted as you took him deeper than before and encouraged him to grab your hair with his free hand. “You look so pretty like this.”

You blush and use one of your hands to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand tightly grips his thigh as a form of stability as you let his girth destroy the back of your throat. 

Hayden cursed under his breath as he adjusted the camera and leaned back. “You should’ve been an actress, baby,” he mumbled as his hand pulled on your hair and made your head lift a bit to show off his spit covered dick. “The camera loves you.”

You blush more and roll your eyes as you remove him from your mouth and stroke him quickly. “Not nearly as much as it loves you,” you mutter and poke your tongue out to lick his throbbing tip.

He moaned and released your hair so he could softly caress your jaw. “I don’t know, sweet girl,” he grunted. “You’re looking pretty good from my perspective.”

You smile and kiss up the side of his length. “You’re only saying that because you want me to be in a movie with you,”

That was true. He’d been begging you for years now to play a part in one of the movies he and his brother worked on, but you always give him the same response of ‘the camera not being your friend and making you look terrible’ which was total bullshit since he is seeing how perfect you look on camera right now. 

“This is definitely not helping with that. If only you could see how fucking pretty you look right now,” he groaned as you swiped your thumb along his tip. You repeated that action with every stroke of your hand, and sped up the pace when you saw his hips jerk. “I’m gonna come.” He warned and gently stilled your movements by wrapping his hand around your wrist. 

“Good, I want you to,” you say and move your face closer to his wet and pulsing cock. “On my tongue.”

That sounded nothing short of amazing, but he is really worked up at the moment and wasn’t sure how long he would last later if he were to come right now. “But I want to come in you,”

You whine as he pulls you to stand up and away from his spit coated dick. Leaning down, you kiss him deeply as his hand runs up your back, taking your shirt with him before pulling your body closer to his. Straddling his lap again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as  he holds you against his chest and sets the camera aside in order to flip you over so you’re on your back. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lean your head back as he peppers kisses all along your neck and shoulders before tugging your shirt off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. He then snaked his hands behind you and fumbled around with the clasp of your bra, and you looked over to see that the lens was pointed at you. Before you could grab it, Hayden tore the lacy fabric away from your body and picked up the camera. 

You blush deeply as you were almost completely exposed on film now, but you didn’t have time to feel self conscious as Hayden grunts, “Look how pretty you are,” it was more to himself, but since it was just the two of you in the quiet room, you heard him clear as day. “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Hayden,” you whimper softly and reach over to trail your hand up his bare thigh. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

He smirks at you as he sets the camera down further up the bed so both you and him are in frame. “I will,” he promised as he kissed down your bare chest before he reached the top of your leggings. He pulled them down, as well as your panties, as he added, “Just had to compliment my girl first.”

You blush even more as he tugs his shirt off and drops it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  “Such a gentleman,” you say back then moan when he leaned down to kiss your neck as he ran his tip along your folds.  “Oh, God, I need you.”

He grinned at you before sinking into your warm and inviting core. Your previous orgasm made it very easy for him to bottom out completely after just two thrusts, and the relieved moans that left both yours and Hayden’s mouths sounded like something straight out of a porno. They kind of were, given the current circumstances. 

Your body was on fire and your whines got louder with each drag of his hips, you could barely think straight as you reached behind you to grab the camera with numb fingers. To have such a private and intimate moment be filmed felt dirty and sinful, but it also felt exciting and hot and you both knew that no one else would ever see it, so why hold back?

Not used to holding a camera, and definitely not used to filming something while being railed, you weren’t sure how well you were capturing the whole scene. You could barely see through the LCD screen as you pointed it downwards and filmed his slick-covered cock as it disappeared inside of you. 

Then you angle it upwards and capture just how beautiful Hayden looked like this. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open as deep groans left his lips, and when he glanced up and saw that you were filming him, he gave the camera a smug smile that nearly had you dropping it. “Fuck,” you whimper as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist and kept the camera on his face. “You’re so hot, Hayden, fuck, you can’t look at me like that.”

He laughed, and it sounded more deep than usual, and that really did not help your case as it had you clenching tightly around him. Hayden could barely pull out as you were impossibly tight, but it just made the pleasure you were both feeling intensify. 

“I always look at you like this,” he managed to mutter, and you just shake your head as you reach up with your free hand and grab onto his hair.

Each thrust had your body inching further up the bed, and you had to tighten your hold on him to keep his body connected to yours. “Tell me you’re mine,” you requested in a breathless tone. 

Hayden was fucking you so hard, you barely had any control over your words right now. It was clear that he was also losing himself in you as he lifted his head and smirked down at you. “You feeling possessive, baby?” He teased. “Do you really think someone else will get to see me like this? Get to have me like this?” 

His words send heat waves through you, and you arch your back as you set the camera aside in order to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No,” you answer in a whisper. “No, but I want to hear you say that you’re mine…all mine.”

The camera was still capturing everything as Hayden pressed a searing kiss to your lips and braced himself on his elbows at either side of your head. “I’m yours, baby,” he promised, kissing you again afterwards. “All fucking yours.”

You moan loudly as he pulls away and sits back on his knees. He grabs the camera and resumes fucking into you, but this time he’s the one filming it. One hand grips your hip as the other holds the camera above your body, and his point of view allowed nearly the entire thing to be captured. 

You were so worked up, you weren’t even paying attention to it as you stared down at where you connected. “Fuck,” you whimpered when the thumb of the hand that was on your waist moved to rub harsh circles onto your swollen and throbbing clit. “I’m going to come again.” 

Hayden hummed as he kept the camera focused on himself sliding in and out of you while he looked above it, his dark eyes narrowed at your fucked out expression. “I want you to,”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to yet,” you whine, making him laugh quietly. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Hayden tilts the camera up towards your face. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” he cooed, holding off his own release. He’s shamelessly been close since the second you started going down on him, so he wasn’t going to last much longer either. “We can make another one. Fuck...we can make as many videos as you want, but right now I need you to come for me.”

You moan softly then arch your back as your second orgasm washes over you and makes you see black spots for a few seconds. You blindly reach for his hand and tangle your fingers with his as he fucks you through your high, and the extra warmth and wetness triggers his own. Deep grunts left his mouth as he slowly fucked you through his own high, knowing how sensitive you had to be at this point and not wanting to overstimulate you too much.

He had to grip onto the camera tightly so he didn’t drop it, and he focused back down at your dripping core as he slowly pulled out. You were shaking as he gently pulled his hand from yours and fucked his release back into you with his fingers, quiet groans escaping his throat at the way your walls eagerly took his seed. 

Tossing the camera aside, Hayden leans back down and hovers over you again as he presses kiss after kiss to your puffy lips, and you moan softly as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured and trailed kisses all over your face. 

You laugh and glance over at the still rolling camera with tired eyes. “I can’t wait to watch that as our foreplay for next time,”

Hayden hummed in disapproval as he shook his head and turned it off, setting it on the nightstand afterwards and pulling you into his arms. “I can’t do that, I’ll come before I even get to touch you,” he said and you could tell he was serious, even with the hint of humor in his voice. 

“Okay, maybe we’ll just watch me riding your thigh and me sucking you off before acting out the good stuff that comes after it,” you offer and he nods with a lazy smile on his lips. 

“I love you,” he mumbles and guides your bodies further up the bed so you’re laying on the pillows. 

“I love you, too,” you say back as you rest your head against his sweaty chest, a flicker of excitement in your eyes as you glance over at the camera. This definitely wouldn’t be the only video you and he make together.

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen gif #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen icons #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #happy valentine's day #clayton beresford imagine #clayton beresford imagines #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford imagines #clayton beresford #smut #anakin smut

[lilacargent]

Soooo first post ever and it is because i have gone down the #humansarespaceorcs rabbit hole, and my train of thought was:

Yes humans are weird and do strange things to survive. But more specifically we do weird things to our surroundings to survive, many different things.

What if, it has been a decade or two since the humans joined what ever coalition or council of aliens that work together and as a species they are mostly well known for their ability to grow crops under the worst circumstances (soil, climate anything) ofcourse the other deathworld apex predator human traits make the rounds but over time they seem to assume we cannot surprise them anymore.

Everyone knows that if a planet is ‘owned’ by a certain species they have to pay tax to the coalition, so planets that aren’t particularly useful are undesirable.

This particular planet p-jx-5£2 has been moved around endlessly, given with trade deals to get rid of it. P-jx-5£2 is 97% water, with a very high salt level so inhabitable for all developed aliens. Even though the atmosphere is a nice oxygen base and the gravitational pull allright most for the coalition members the fast spinning moon and the planets quick pace around its sun make the water move and tides switch every 2.5 hours keeping no land dry outside of low tide.

~~~~~~~~

The tall Avian alian il’trexz was elated this day was going to be great, a trade deal with the hardy humans and getting rid of a useless money drain, they didn’t have a clue what they were signing up for!

Turning towards the much smaller bipedal species standing in front of the window looking down on the blue planet that just came into their possession the strange creature mumbled something to them selves, frowning Il’trezx asks ‘im sorry what did you say, you spoke but the translator didn’t pick it up?’ The human (Steve) turned to him away from the window ‘my apologies, i was talking to myself, i said that we had to send the dutch.’ Il’trezx looked befuddled ‘the dutch? Is that some kind of animal?’

Steve threw his head back and made a series of sounds that ruffled the Avians feathers and had he not known it was a laugh it would have made him run for the hills ‘HA I’m going to tell Andreas you said that, no the Dutch is what call people from a country on earth that specialise in these kinds of climates, they’ve been begging for a challenge since they stopped the flooding on the umavi home world.’ With feathers puffed up Il’trezx wonders ‘and they are going to do what? This is an impossible planet’ immediately clasping his beak he looks a the human to see if he seemed angry at being swindled, but to his surprise Steve just looks at him ‘hm so you believe we can’t use this planet. Allright let’s make a bet.’ Interested Il’trezx leans in closer ‘what kind of bet?’ A predatory grin spreads on the bipedal aliens face ‘if we make less of this planet than the amount of tax we have to pay over it we will cover all trade costs for this quarter, insurance, travel all of it.’ Eagerly Il’trezx starts nodding ‘but’ Steve keeps going ‘if we do make more of this planet you will do the same.’

The bet is put onto paper and the higher ups of both parties also agree. In 5 years the Avians would be back and they would balance the costs to the benefits. When they departed Il’trezx says too Steve ‘you must have a lot of faith in these “dutch” ‘ the man grins teeth bared ‘ofcourse, after all they conquered water before’

The five years pass and stories have been going around of a new energy supplier from the humans, producing enough energy to run 78% of their ships and several facilities. Nobody seems to know where it is coming from but no new pollution is measured in any of these facilities. None of this bothers the Avians, after all humans come up with new things all the time.

The five years are up and Il’trezx is invited to the planet with a group of advisors and other officials, the planet which apparently they have renamed to ‘posy’ which is supposed to be short for some kind of sea god from their olden days.

On arrival the amount of coming and going baffles them massive groups of ships docking or docked and all somehow attached to wires that run into machines.

The planets change alone was awe inspiring, two cities on opposite sides of the planet and what seems like millions of weird blades attached to high poles every where. Strange wheels and long walls between towers rising from the rapidly moving waters.

This… this was their new energy source. They somehow made a battery of this uninhabitable planet and then built a home.

On the meeting place Steve is waiting with a man slightly taller than him. Spreading his arms the smaller human says ‘welcome to Poseidon, this is Andreas our main mechanic here. He has been here with planning since orbit 1.’

After the introductions were done Andreas led the group through what they called the Northern city and showed on his device the steps it took to get a foothold and how they proceeded from there, mentioning that many of these steps his home country had used thousands of year ago to gain land from sea, and energy from the movement of water and air. They specialised in this form of terra forming and it showed.

The Avians were astounded, not having realised that there was more than one kind of way the Humans had battled their environment even beating back the waters of their world.

Without a doubt the humans had won the bet and had another legend added to their name. More and more humans showed that with the right motivation they could settle right about anywhere.

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So yea… my stupid little idea. Hopefully someone will enjoy it. I just liked the idea of specific cultures and stuff. specialising in certain things.

Edit: im amazed people seem to like it! If people have ideas or other cultures they think would baffle aliens, im certainly willing to try and write something

#humans are space orcs #humans in space #humans are space oddities

[janaispunk]

need that charles dickens

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: ~1.9k

summary: “What do you say, have I been a good elf for Santa?”

“Am I Santa in that scenario?”

“Sure,” you grin mischievously, “if you come down my chimney.”

tags: explicit smut -> 18+!, pre/no outbreak, established relationship, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, use of restraints, mention of a safeword, dom/sub dynamic, dom!Joel, sub!reader, questionable christmas dirty talk (don’t look at me), mention of alcohol consumption, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n

a/n: I don’t have anything to say for myself. I listened to A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter one million times today and then felt the need to write this. Please don’t take it seriously. Merry Christmas my loves 🫶🏻

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You and Joel are sitting on his living room floor in front of the Christmas tree and its twinkling lights, wrapping the gifts for Sarah while she’s spending the evening at Tommy’s. You’ve shared a bottle of wine and a bunch of cookies and now you’re wrapping the last gift, placing a bow at the top and putting it next to the other gifts. You gather them up and place them prettily under the tree, looking at Joel for appreciation.

“What do you say, have I been a good elf for Santa?”

Under other circumstances you’d probably cringe at yourself, but the glass of wine has you feeling bold and Joel is looking even more handsome than he usually does in the soft light, accentuating his scruffy beard and the wild curls on his head that you want to run your hands through. He chuckles and shoots you a warm look with his deep brown eyes.

“Am I Santa in that scenario?”

“Sure,” you grin mischievously, “if you come down my chimney.”

Joel huffs at your tone and stands up, pulling you to your feet along with him and resting his large hands on your hips, your body flush against his and your faces so close that you can feel his soft breath against your lips.

“Yeah?” he asks in a low voice, “you want me to fill your stocking?”

There’s a hungry glint in his eyes and you’re delighted that he’s joining in your antics. You wrap your arms around his neck and nod eagerly, trying your best to give him a convincing pout and to not break into giggles.

“Mhm. With all those presents in your big sack, Santa.”

“Fuck’s sake…”

Joel shakes his head, then lets his hands trail down until he grabs at your ass and pulls you closer, so close that you can feel his cock hardening as he grinds against you. You capture his lips in a hungry kiss, tugging at the curls that you had eyed earlier.

“Bedroom,” you whisper and he hums in agreement, letting you lead him up the stairs with his hand tightly held in yours.

He tugs at your clothes as soon as you’re over the threshold, his hands running over the bare skin under your sweater before he pulls it over your head and quickly unclasps your bra. He kneads your breasts for a minute, placing messy kisses on your neck and nipping at the skin there, then moves on to slide your jeans down your legs.

Joel crowds you against the bed and you sink down, watching eagerly as he rids himself of his shirt. You can never get enough of the sight of his body, the wide shoulders and the muscular arms, the softness of his belly and the dark hairs that trail down under the waistband of his pants.

He pushes you up the bed until your head is resting against the pillows and his mouth is back on your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and causing arousal to pool between your legs.

“Hands above your head, sweetheart,” he demands, his voice soft but firm in your ear. You can’t help letting out a whine.

“Please Joel, I want to touch you.”

He clicks his tongue, his fingers harshly pinching at your nipple.

“No, you want to be a good girl for Santa, remember? Hands above your head. Now.”

You huff, but slowly raise your hands towards the headboard.

“Never should’ve started that Santa shit,” you grumble and he chuckles.

“No, this is fun.”

You watch in disbelief as he produces a piece of the red gift ribbon that you had used earlier from his back pocket and proceeds to tie your wrists to the headboard with it, a smirk dancing around his lips.

He keeps hovering over you, his broad body spreading your legs and he searches your face for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Such a pretty present for me,” he murmurs against your mouth. “What’s the color, sweetheart?”

You arch an eyebrow at him.

“Of that ribbon or how I’m feeling?”

“Don’t be smart with me,” he warns you, his harsh fingers finding your nipple once more and causing your breath to stutter as your hips buck upwards against him. He smirks but doesn’t comment on it, waiting for your answer.

“As green as that fucking tree downstairs,” you grumble and he laughs, his lips finding yours again and his tongue licking into your mouth, caressing yours until you’re breathless and writhing under him.

He grinds his hips into yours, the bulge in his pants rubbing against your already soaked underwear and you let out a breathless moan.

“Joel, please.”

He pulls back until he’s standing and you’re immediately missing his weight on top of you, your eyes glued to his frame as he shoves his jeans and underwear down in one go. Your eyes fly to his cock, taking in the size of him and you subconsciously bite your lips. He strokes himself slowly, watching your expression.

“Was this on your wishlist, sweetheart?”

You can’t believe that he’s still going on with the bit, but you nod and give him your best expression of innocence.

“It was, but I’m afraid that package is too big to gift wrap, Santa.”

“You think?” he growls as he lowers himself back on the bed and hooks his fingers under your panties, pulling them down in a swift motion and leaving you bare before him. His fingers tease at your folds, gliding through the wetness that has collected there and up to rub at your clit gently, causing you to whine and your hips to buck upwards again.

“You’re drenched already, darlin’,” Joel smirks, “let’s see just how well Santa can fill your stocking, hm?”

You’re too far gone to say something about the ridiculous dirty talk and just throw your head back, a breathy “please” falling from your lips when he touches your clit with more pressure and and pushes two fingers into you.

“There you go, you’re such a good girl, so wet for me already.”

He leans down between your legs until his breath fans over your pussy, his shoulders pushing your legs apart and his arms wrapped around them, holding them in position. You're almost trembling beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please Joel,” you whine helplessly and you rather feel his laugh against your skin than you hear it.

His teeth find the soft skin of your inner thigh and he nips at it, making your leg twitch in his grasp.

“Patience, baby. Good girls take what’s given to them, when it’s given to them, don’t they?”

He looks up at your face from between your legs, his eyes dark and glinting in the dimly lit room. You helplessly tug at the restraints and he bites your other thigh, hard enough to make you cry out this time.

“I said, be patient.”

You bite your lip again and try to relax your body while holding his burning gaze until he’s satisfied and presses a kiss to the skin he just bit.

“Good girl, I knew you could do it.”

He finally lowers his mouth to your pussy, starting with gentle licks against your clit that leave you whimpering while his fingers are thrusting into you. You can feel yourself getting closer to your release, your walls fluttering around his fingers and he starts sucking on your bundle of nerves while curling his fingers upwards. Your legs start trembling and you push your hips into his face as you cry out his name, pulsing around him when the tension inside of you snaps and bliss starts flooding your body.

Joel works you through your orgasm, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you and places a gentle kiss on your clit that makes you shiver with a mix of overstimulation and new anticipation. He pushes himself up until he’s on top of you and you smile up at him.

“Thank you,” you whisper, lifting your head to meet his lips as he’s leaning down to you. You taste yourself on his lips and his tongue and moan into his mouth, your body writhing beneath him, desperate for friction once more. He cups your breasts, toying with your nipples and you feel a new wave of arousal flood your pussy.

“You want more?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“Needy girl,” he smiles, reaching down between your bodies and nudging his cock at your dripping entrance, “let me fill you up.”

He pushes into you slowly, stretching your walls and you moan out a garbled version of his name when he bottoms out inside of you, his own groan catching in his throat.

“I know sweetheart,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “it’s a lot to take, isn’t it? You’re doing so good for me.”

His praise makes you keen and you want nothing more than to run your hands over his strong shoulders and down his back, desperate to feel his hot skin under your fingertips.

He stills inside of you, taking in your face and the hungry look in your eyes.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Good,” you whisper, trailing off into another moan, “g-green. Harder, Joel, please.”

“Good girl, asking so politely.”

He presses his lips against yours once more, then he straightens up and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, pulling out until only his tip is wedged inside of you and forcefully thrusting back into you. Your mouth falls open at the new angle and you all but shout his name, making him groan.

“Yeah baby, let me hear you. Tell me who makes you feel this good. Tell me who this pretty fucking pussy belongs to.”

The harsh rhythm he’s setting with his thrusts pushes the air out of your lungs and he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me who, sweetheart.”

“Y-you Joel, fuck, feels so good,” you stutter, already feeling the tension building up again.

“Taking it so well, good fucking girl. Let me feel you come again, come on.”

He pounds into you harder, reaching down to rub at your clit again and you whine, your back arching off the bed as you’re desperately chasing your high, his cock dragging against your walls and hitting deep inside of you.

“Give it to me sweetheart, I know you can do it,” Joel pants, giving you another particular hard thrust and you clench down around him, breathless moans falling from your lips and your vision swimming as your orgasm crashes over you.

“Fuck,” he groans, stilling with his hips pressed against yours, his hands digging into your thighs as he pulses and releases his cum deep inside of you.

He stays like this for a few seconds, catching his breath, then lowers himself onto his elbows and kisses you deeply before he releases your wrists and gathers you in his arms.

“You did so well for me,” he whispers, peppering your face with kisses and holding you close against his chest.

“I guess Christmas came early,” you giggle, feeling happy and warm in his embrace, basking in your post orgasm haze. Joel huffs out a laugh and holds you tighter.

thank you so much for reading! if you liked it, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment - nothing would make me happier 🫶🏻

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[igotanidea]

(Heart)warming : Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary/request: cockwarming with Hotch(ner)

Warnings: well, the summary says it all, nothing explicit but still MDNI

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„Aaron?”  her voice sounded so quiet and small in the empty, darkened room, lighted only by pinspot on his desk.

“Go back to bed” he mumbled, not looking up from the pile of files towering before him.

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” she whispered, taking one step closer. “Please Aaron.”

“Y/N…..” he sighed deeply and his calm, piercing eyes landed on her figure, immediately turning soft an loving. Y/N. His love. The one that was there for him despite everything, supporting, upholding, comforting after hard cases.  Enduring all those lonely hours and nights without him, being left hanging whenever he was out, working with the team. And now, she was standing in front of him, wearing only an oversized T-shirt, her legs bare, eyes wide open despite the late hour, soft hair surrounding her pretty, but worried face like a halo. It was almost impossible to tell her no. But he had work  “I have to finish this.” he hissed, eyes landing back on the documents.

“Aaron, baby.” She moved towards him even more. “You’ve been working too hard lately.”

“Comes with the specific of the job.”

“I know, baby.” She cooed, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at her “I’m not making you choose, you know that.”

“But?”

“How do you know there’s a but? she smiled lightly, caressing his skin, making him close his eyes in a pure bliss and lean into her touch

“I’m a …..”

“shhhh” she silenced him “you promised not to profile me. Ever.”

“sorry. Force of habits.” Hotch smirked and that face expression added to his boyish charm. The charm he fell for.

“but….” she trailed “there is a but coming.” Her shoulders dropped slightly “I miss you, babe.” She leaned forward slightly, brushing her soft lips over his and he did not stop her. “I barely see you, lately. And when I do you’re always worried or stressed or holding back your emotions. It’s bad for you.”

‘Y/N…..” he gasped as her mouth brushed over his jaw, the intimacy and care conveyed by those gentle touch like nothing he experienced for a while now. Long while.

“I know you can’t talk about the specifics of your work….” Her hand tangled in his hair, scratching at his nape “but I can’t stand you being so tense…. Not with me, Aaron.” She was getting bolder with every second he was not pushing her away. If anything, the way he was reacting to her touches and caresses only made her want more as without any hesitation she sat on his lap, capturing his lips in hers once more, both arms locking behind his neck, luring him in. Smiling happily as his hands circled over her waist, pulling her closer to him, moving up and down her sides and reciprocating with the passion she missed for the last weeks.  “Aaron….” She let out a quiet moan feeling his excitement brush against her core.

“I love you.” he muttered against her jaw, one hand sneaking under her shirt, feeling her soft, smooth skin. The sensation incomparable with anything else. “I’m sorry,, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be….” She whispered, putting a finger on his lips, effectively silencing him “I knew what I was getting myself into when I met you. Just…..”

“What?” he asked, running the other hand through her soft hair, playing with the top button of the shirt, wanting nothing more than to get rid of that piece of clothing and spend the night with her. Loving her. Worshipping her. But as much as they both craved one another, they also knew he couldn’t  do that. Not until the case was closed.

“Let me help you.” she gasped “Let me help you relax.”

“Baby….”

“You can still work on that.” Her hands travelled from his arms, down his chest, to his abs and found his belt, painfully slowly unfastening it, hole after hole, giving him a chance to stop her, to withdraw. He did not, absolutely hypnotized by everything she was doing “I don’t think this can distract you , can it, agent?” she raised an eyebrow, being done with the belt, slowly unzipping his pants. Hotch was definitely not going to say that out loud, but she was as hot and seductive as never before. And he wanted her. Strict, demanding and cold SSA Aaron Hotcher was gone, absolutely lost in the love she was giving him. Turning needy just for her.

“You are being awfully distracting now.” he pointed out, still not losing his cool outside.

“Do you want me to stop?” she pouted, her eyes landing on him, withdrawing her touch.

“I think we both started some business we need to finish, Y/N” he responded, pecking her lips and she got the hint immediately freeing his hard-on, already ready for her “can you behave?”

“Will you punish me if I don’t?” she breathed against his cheek. “Tell me what exactly will you do to me.”

“Y/N…..” he warned, tightening the grip on her.

“All right, all right. I get it. No teasing.” She let out a single laugh, the music to his ears and wriggled on his lap, squirming to get rid of her underwear.

“No teasing, huh?” Hotch raised an eyebrow at her behavior, his breath becoming a bit heavier.

“What? You said it, I got business to take care of. And that requires some additional working” she moved once more making him groan in need, smiled and raised her hand in which she was holding her panties “Ups!” she dropped them onto the floor “I think I lost something….”

“I am a patient man.”

“Really? So you want me to do all the work by myself?”

“Come here.” He ordered grabbing her hips, guiding her towards his cock. Only the tip dived in between her folds, but the sensation made them both moan in unison.

“Aaron…..”

“I missed you too, baby.” His eyes focused on her face, twisting in more pleasure the lower she was sinking. “You ready?”

“Yes… please….”

Giving all the control into his hands she let him enter and stretch her fully. It felt so good feeling him like this. So full. So complete with his love surrounding her like a warm blanket.

“I love you, Y/N….”

“I …. I love you too, my agent. Does this make you feel better?” she asked, so willing to help him, to ease all his pain.

“The best. Thank you love.” He kissed her again. And again. And again. Only with chaste pecks, worried than anything else may lead to some real action between them. And he really had to finish this job. And once again she got the hint.   

“No, thank you.” Y/N shook her head. “I needed this too. Now, keep working baby. I got you. You got me.” She pulled herself closer to his chest, hugging him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling safe and loved while being so close to him. This was far better than any intercourse they could have. It was emotional, heartwarming and fulfilling. But she could not help planting a little, playful kiss on his cheek.

“Behave yourself…” he chucked and she nuzzled his neck with her nose.

“Sorry, can’t help it.” her deep breaths were calming him down a bit. Just because she was with him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you more, Hotch.”

@somest1

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[ts-witchy-archive]

What is a road opener spell?

Something that really confused me as a beginner witch was 'road opener' spells. I heard people talk about these spells all the time but I had a hard time actually understanding what it meant until I did one myself. Because of that I decided to put together a little guide for all things 'road opener'. I hope this helps!

What does 'road opener' even mean?

Road opener is a type of spell to open the person up to new opportunities and to remove any blocks stopping them from obtaining those opportunities. These spells are great if you're feeling stuck. You don't have to have an opportunity in mind, you might just feel like everything is stagnant and you want things to start moving again.

What goes into a road opener spell?

Generally, these spells have 2 parts/aspects to them; removing barriers and negative energy and bringing in prosperity and new opportunities. You can do these together or seperate them into a 2 part spell, it all depend what you feel like. road opener is like a fancy name for a banishing spell mixed with a prosperity spell.

An example of a road opener spell:

Candle Spell:

A white, green or black candle (green for prosperity and growth, white as a replacement or to symbolise a fresh start or black to remove any negative energy or blocks) Black salt (to remove any negative energies or obstacles from your path) A bay leaf (for prosperity and wealth. write your intention on the leaf) A sigil with your intention cinnamon (represents wealth) cloves (protection and wealth) basil (protection and wealth) an anointing oil (note: optional) something to carve into the candle with (a sharp pencil, scissors, a paper clip, etc) a heat proof dish and candle holder Method: 1. Cleanse yourself, your work space and tools

2. Create your sigil. I like to use the intention 'All obstacles are removed from my path' or ' nothing stands in the way of my success' but it's completely up to you

3. Carve your sigil into your candle.

4. Write your intention on the bay leaf then place the candle on top of the leaf

5. Mix the remaining herbs together (except the black salt) and sprinkle them in a ring around your candle. If you wish to anoint your candle and roll it in herbs instead, this is the time to do so.

6. Place the black salt in a circle around the herbs and candle. This is to represent the banishment of any negative outside energies or to just get rid of anything that doesn't serve you anymore. You don't have to put it in a circle, it just works for me.

7. Watch the candle burn and focus your intention.

Notes: there are 1000s of ways to do this spell with all the ingredients I listed. If this spell doesn't feel right to you, don't do it or change it. It is only an example.

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