#because the last time i tried to bend down and pick something up that quickly i didnt recover for days

[in-a-slanted-outhouse]

I wish my back would stop hurting so I could actually sit and write

#it hurts so much #you know whats so funny #i had an edit pop up on my instagram fyp #and it was aidan gallagher playing electric guitar #and in the first couple seconds he bent down to pick the end of the amp chord off the ground to plug it in #and it literally took him a second and half to do so #and the flash of pure jealousy that filled me was immense #because the last time i tried to bend down and pick something up that quickly i didnt recover for days #i spent an entire day where i practically couldn’t move without assistance #i could just about get around by myself but it was constant pain #even when i was lying down or sitting it was just constant pain #and i dont know why #i literally dont know whats wrong #and its been months #my mum is gonna book a doctors appointment #sorry i just wanted to vent for a bit #louie says shit #tw vent #tw rant

[selarina]

Synopsis: You're mad at Gojo, and he spirals.

Warnings: Mention of a fire

Getou doesn’t feel like hanging out today, but he shows up anyway — it’s routine after all, and he doesn’t want to deal with a whiny Gojo Satoru, especially since he doesn’t have you to split the burden with today.

Summoning a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Getou walks into the threshold of Satoru's house.

He looks around the house and nothing. No one.

But something felt out of place. Satoru always seems to sense when Getou walks in, and he would be out the door just as quickly as he walked in, he’d be out at this new restaurant, or this new arcade Gojo wanted to check out. But today, he's met with silence.

"Satoru?" Getou called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous house, only to be greeted by the eerie emptiness.

A tinge of panic brushes its touch against Getou's hand. "Satoru, where are you?" he called out once more.

Some rumbling and soft sounds of several thuds emanate from above him. Without hesitation, Getou ascends the stairs, driven by an insidious sense of unease.

Upon entering the library upstairs, he was met with an odd sight.

An assortment of books lay scattered across the floor, each laying at different stages of unraveling — while most of them are closed, some of them lay open — some open on the last page, some halfway through, and some open to the first page. 

Then, amidst this chaos on the floor, Getou spots the white blur of hair through his peripheral vision. He turns, finding Satoru, who seems to be very intently jotting down something in a black notebook, seemingly oblivious to his presence in the room.

“Satoru, I called for you?”

Satoru looks up, caught off guard — something must be truly wrong.

“Suguru! Today’s no good. I’m busy,” he replied, his eyes immediately flitting back down to his notebook.

Getou thinks he should thread this lightly, he’s all too familiar with the boy’s ability to brush things off entirely too quickly. His eyes roved the scene — going over the balls of discarded papers, the books, and the plate of lunch that seemed to be untouched.

"Uh," Getou began, inching closer to the boy with his hands in his pockets. He's weaving his steps across the slew of books — careful to not step on any of them. "What are you up to?"

No response at all, it’s like Suguru isn’t even here.

Suguru bends down, picking up the nearest book on the floor — an austere hardbound volume with golden lettering, bearing the title "Time Travel in Einstein's Universe." His fingers gently placed it down, only to lift another book, paper this time — it read "How to Build a Time Machine: The Real Science of Time Travel."

Standing upright, still holding the book, Getou asks, "Satoru, why are you reading about time travel? No, better question — how come you’re… reading?”

"I'm trying to time travel," Gojo replied with an unsettling nonchalance, as though he was merely discussing matters of the weather.

A few beats pass, mainly because Suguru was deciding between a simple  “Why?” and a more emphatic “What the hell?”

But because Suguru is Suguru, and he’s been equipped with the art of patience, he oppted for a measured, “I don’t think you can do that.” He makes sure to punctuate his sentence with a faint chuckle. 

"I need to," Satoru asserts, standing up as his eyes scan the floor for another book.

"Pretty sure no one can change time," Getou countered. "Not even us."

"We could," Satoru insisted, his voice unwavering. "Maybe—if we tried hard enough." His gaze then locks into Getou's, his conviction unwavering. “We are the strongest after all.”

Getou decides to indulge this because he’s just far too curious. "All right," he began cautiously. "Why do you need to time travel anyway?"

"You know how my partner is upset with me?" Satoru asked.

"Yeah," Getou replied, a weariness permeating his voice — he vividly recalls Satoru's relentless whining on the subject from the previous night. He eventually got the boy to shut up, only for him to start all over today morning — it’s part of the reason he didn’t feel like hanging out today, but you’ll never catch him saying this out loud.

"Well, if I reversed time," Gojo continued with an unnerving grin, "then they'd never be upset with what I did. Problem solved!"

Getou feels the sudden urge to chew on a notebook to satiate his frustration. “Are you serious?” he asks.

“Deadly.”

"Satoru," he snatched the notebook from Satoru's table—the very notebook the latter had been intently writing in. His eyes find themselves looking at a plethora of mathematic equations he doesn’t understand. He sighs, looking up at the man.

“Do you know anything that can help? Help me, please,” Satoru implored, his head bobbing fervently.

Getou thinks that this is surely the height of insanity. Surely, someone needs to lock Gojo Satoru up.

Speechless, Getou succumbs to laughter — like a total madman. 

He dials it down as he notices Satoru’s escalating exasperation with him. He spoke again, “You’re an idiot. How about you actually apologize to them instead of doing… whatever this is.” 

He tosses the notebook back to Satoru, who catches it with a swift, outstretched hand.

—

“Please, stop!” He rushes behind you, as Getou trails right behind him. “Stop avoiding me please or I’ll die.”

“Wow, you really are like those high-maintenance plants,” you quip as you come to a stop, finally turning to lay your eyes on the boy. 

"I'm not..." He totally is. 

“Glad to see you’re not too torn up about our fight since you’re out here at an arcade,” you say, sarcasm dripping to the floor beneath you, just a few more missteps, and Gojo could slip and fall everlastingly.

“No! I was very upset. Ask Getou,” he points to the man, who simply nods in tandem. He starts again, "Can we please please just talk this out? I'm really sorry."

"Oh? Are you?" you questioned, skepticism etched into your features. "Is that why you ghosted me for a whole week?"

"I got scared," he admits. "I thought you'd leave me."

“I considered that,” you reply, arms crossed.

His eyes widen, and you think he looks like a kicked puppy. But this was a serious matter, and you suppressed the urge to ruffle his hair.

"See—now I want to run away, so you never will," he whimpered. "But I won't, because I'm genuinely sorry, I mean it."

You stared at him, the genuineness in his eyes catching your weary gaze. You had been tired all week. Finally, you relented.

"Fine," you sigh. "Let's talk it out."

"Okay! Thank you baby!" he says, an immediate smile spreading across his face. 

"See? I told you it's not a big deal—" Getou began, his smile mirroring Satoru's. However, he falls silent when he noticed your changing expression.

“Not a big deal?” You exclaim, clearing seething with a bubbling anger. It’s seemingly a harmless sentence but something in you must have broken down at the sound of that.

"I-I mean, it's not a big deal because I'll fix it, and everything will be fine," Satoru's voice stammers through.

"It's not all going to be just fine, Satoru. You burned down my house," you stated.

“I burned down your kitchen,” he corrects you.

“Wow, I’m sorry I don’t know why I was making such a big deal. It’s only my kitchen!” You start to chuckle, a deranged sense of amusement escaping your lips as you turn to Getou, “Do you hear that Suguru? It’s only my kitchen, he says.”

Suguru gulps, not wanting to be more involved in this than he was. He turns his head away, only now noticing that everyone’s watching the scene unfold like it’s their favorite telenovela. “Guys, maybe let’s not do this here.”

"Yeah, I was done here anyway," you declared, shooting a final glare at Satoru before making a swift exit.

Satoru immediately chased after you, throwing himself out the arcade's door.

“Baby, please!” He finally comes to grip your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You look up at him, and he notices you carry no malice really — just a weariness that shows in your tired tired eyes, he feels the urge to take you home, so he can run his hands over your eyes and put you to sleep. So he can finally sleep beside you himself.

“I’m sorry, Getou’s an idiot. It is a big deal. I never should have done that. It was obviously an accident but I was just trying to be nice, and obviously… that didn’t work out as I planned. And of course, I’ll fix the kitchen, I’ll pay for everything — even add in upgrades if you want. And before you say anything… this is on me. I should pay,” he says.

"I was going to make you pay anyway. What were you even trying to do in my kitchen?"

"Well," he began with a sheepish look on his face, almost ashamed. "It was our anniversary, and wanted to make you something."

“Why would you do that? You can barely boil rice,” you sigh, your eyes coming up to soothe your forehead.

“I-I don’t know. You mentioned how your ex-boyfriend made your food all the time when you guys were together so I thought you’d like that.”

“Yeah, well. Osamu was a chef, and you’re the opposite of that,” you replied, your arms encircling his in a soothing grip.

He sighed, gazing out at the street — his eyes staring down at the passing cars before speaking once more, “It’s not just that.”

"What then?" you inquired.

“I’m not good at this,” he confesses.

You maintained your steady gaze, urging him to continue.

“At this — Romance,” he clarifies. “I can’t do it so I’m always looking and copying others. I only leave you notes because you do that. I only give you keychains because Getou does that with his boyfriend. I only knew I had to invite you to work when Nanami mentioned it. I just—”

You hummed softly, encouraging him to continue.

“I don’t know how to love. It’s part of the reason why I even tried to cook. You’re so good at loving me, I can’t ever pay you back for it.”

“Satoru, you’re good at it too,” you say. “Just not in the ways I am, or Getou, or Nanami. You’re good at it in your own way. It’s about how you know when to order in when I’m feeling tired. It’s about how you pick out the stones I like for the keychains. It’s about how you showed up all the way to my Switzerland work trip when I was on the verge of a fucking mental breakdown. It’s about how you always draw something hideous when you leave notes knowing I’ll find it funny when I’m back from work. It’s about you trying in the first place,” you say.

"The drawings are supposed to be cute," he mumbled.

“I know you think that,” you chuckled softly. “And besides, I only leave notes because my mother did that for my father. We all learn from someone.”

A moment of silence enveloped you both, broken only by your gradual approach. “You can teach me, and I can teach you. If you let me.”

He sighed, enfolding you in a tight hug.

“Also, as much I appreciate the effort now, I hope you know you’re banned from my kitchen,” you mumble across his chest.

“Okay, I’ll learn how to cook though,” he says. “For you.”

“Okay,” you say. 

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

I Hate How Much I Want You | Frankie Morales x Reader | Enemies to Lovers Part 2

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact.

Specific warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Food mention, weed and cigarettes mention/smoking, Frankie grovels, heavy petting, oral (F receiving), unprotected PiV (reader is on BC and trust around STI’s implied), Softdom!Reader, Switch Frankie, Use of “zorra(slut)” and general filthy mouth from Frankie, Florida Humidity.

Let me know if I missed anything!

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Thank you @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta-ing this real quick. Thank you for the encouragement from @merz-8 @noxturnalpascal @covetyou @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @medellintangerine and @speckledemerald for all your horny support <;3

Word count: 6k  

Frankie Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

You did it, you texted him back embarrassingly quickly. Slick fingers fumbling with your phone to pause your porn as his message came through. You had been seconds away from coming. You can’t believe he still wants to help after you ejected him so forcefully him from your home. You send him a text, just about managing with one hand as you continue to toy with your clit. Francisco Morales is not about to cock block your hard-earned orgasm.

You: Fine, I’m free all day.

You’re about to swipe back to your porn when you see him starting to type away immediately. You bite your lip, your spine tingles as you slowly build yourself back up to your peak. 

Frankie: I’ll pick up the parts and some lunch, see you at 12. 

You don’t respond, nor do you resume the video. Instead, you opt to think about Frankie as you increase the pressure on your clit. The way his muscles flexed under the dark tank top he wore, his salt and pepper waves that curl slightly at the ends. You imagine what it’d be like to have him pressed against your back, bending you over the counter as he fucked you from behind. You ache to feel his scruff scrape along your jaw as he whispers filth in your ear. 

You’re coming hard in seconds, Frankie’s name on your lips as you feel your slick drip down the curve of your ass. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you tilt your head back, stretching out in post-orgasmic bliss. You eventually get up, making sure to pee and clean up before settling back down under your sheets. 

You’ve never been so excited to see Frankie before, in fact, you often dread it.

It seems that there really is a first time for everything. 

~*~

Frankie sits in his truck, parked down the street from your house. The clock on his dash reads 11:47. 

He’s early. 

Just like you, he’s way too excited to be back here. His fingertips itch as he tries to decide if he should just bite the bullet and leave his truck now. It wouldn’t be seen as over-eager, surely? He’s just making good on a promise to a friend. 

Except you’re not his friend, he has made that pretty clear over the last few months. Anxiety churns in his stomach as he wishes he’d brought something to smoke with him. Even a cigarette would suffice. Instead, he’s chewing his lip, torn up over you and the way you looked so desperately hurt last night. He removes his ball cap with one hand before running his fingers through his damp waves, the Florida humidity doing a number on his hair.

He looks over to the plastic bag from the DIY store and his spare toolkit. He sighs as he sees not one, not two, but the three different faucets he had picked out for you. He tries to reason it that he’s just giving you options because it’s the nice thing to do. Really, he just wanted to please you, make amends for his shitty behaviour. Then he looks at the takeout bag in his lap and his stomach growls. 

“Fuck it.” 

He sighs to himself as he replaces his hat before grabbing the bag of faucets and his toolkit as he heads out of the cab. 

He ignores the clock on the dash that reminds him it’s only 11:50. 

~*~

The knock at your door startles you, before you grumble internally once again over the fact Frankie is spurning your perfectly good doorbell. But your annoyance is quickly muted by the smugness that comes with a sudden realisation. 

He’s early.

You almost dance on the spot with morbid amusement at the fact that Frankie is already here. You don’t bother lingering this time, practically sprinting to the door to gloat. You pull the door open in one smooth motion and your witty remark dies on your lips. 

It’s unfair how good he looks. There’s you, in your jean shorts and tank top, suffering from the extreme humidity. Your skin is sticky, your brow is beading with sweat, and you shift uncomfortably as you feel the wet heat pool in your core. 

Then, there’s Frankie, a light sheen to his skin as his toolkit hangs off his shoulder, his hair sticks to his forehead and neck. His thick thighs fill his cargo shorts as his belly swells a little over his white tank top. No over-shirt today so you have an unhindered, front row seat to the way his tan skin flexes over his strong arms. Not to mention his neck, thick and freckled. Fuck, you need to stop staring. 

His face is flushed, cheeks rosy as he looks you over. There’s a darkness to his gaze that makes you shiver. Clearly neither of you are being subtle. 

“So, the sink?” You squeak, your voice embarrassingly high-pitched as you turn away, your heart is hammering in your chest as you try and calm down. 

“Sure, I got you a few different options to choose from,” Frankie explains as he trails behind you. 

You can feel him, the heat rolling off him is palpable as he shadows your every move. 

“You could have just gotten me the one, I’m not fussy,” you say without thinking as you lean against the counter next to the sink, you look up to see Frankie looking a little crest-fallen and you course correct, “But thank you, that was kind.” 

“My pleasure,” Frankie says as he sets down the various bags on the kitchen table, “Don’t have to stick around, I promise not to fuck it up.” 

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” you say with a shrug as you notice the takeout bag, it’s from your favourite burger place. 

He remembered? 

Frankie says nothing more as he resumes his place on the floor from last night. He gets to work, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrates. His hat rests next to him on the floor. It’s almost domestic, him fixing your sink as you watch.

You feel a twinge of remorse in your chest as you see the way he can’t keep your gaze. His eyes flit to you every few minutes, as if he can feel you staring. You head to the fridge and grab a pitcher of iced tea, grabbing two glasses from the cabinets. You set down one of the glasses next to Frankie’s cap on the floor. 

“I’m real sorry about things went yesterday-,” Frankie starts just as you pipe up.

“About last night-,” you say but you both freeze, eyes locking across the small kitchen, and you can’t help but mirror the smirk that spreads across Frankie’s plush lips.  

“Go on, you first,” you insist as you take a deliberate sip of your iced tea. 

“I just want you to know I am sorry you heard that shit I said to Will and Alyssa,” Frankie says with a sigh as he rocks up onto his feet, “, I was in a real bad place.” 

“That’s not a real apology, Morales,” you say with a smile, appreciating his honesty if nothing else, “Go on.” 

“Right,” he nods as he rifles through the plastic bag with the faucets, “First up, which one?” 

You cross the short distance and admire the three different options. All options are fairly modern looking, but you linger for a while, selfishly getting closer to Frankie as you pretend to contemplate the options seriously. In reality you don’t care, you just want a working sink. You also just want to be in Frankie’s orbit. 

“I like this one,” you say softly, your voice a little husky. You place your hand on the plastic packaging lightly, fingertips lingering as you look up into Frankie’s dark eyes.  

“Yeah, that was my first choice too,” he says as he picks up the package, his fingertips brush yours and you don’t pull away, letting the callouses on his hands scrape against the back of your hand. You see the way his neck tenses as you fawn up at him.  

“Who knew you had good taste?” You tease as you step away. 

“Full of surprises, me,” Frankie says with a low chuckle as he clears his throat. 

“On that note,” you say with a coy smile as you lean back against the counter, “You were grovelling?” 

There’s a brief flash of emotion on Frankie’s face as he picks up his hat, securing it on his head as he grabs his glass of iced tea. His jaw ticks to the side as he takes a long gulp of the sweet drink. 

“Right,” he says as he sets the glass down, turning back to the faucet as he disconnects the old one, “I was an ass,” he says with a sigh as his thick fingers make easy work with the tools and various intricacies of the faucet, “I can’t take it back, but I do want to say I’m sorry, for how I made you feel, and for the things I said.” 

“I appreciate that, thank you,” you say with a nod, “I didn’t mean to ambush you like that last night either, I’m sorry too, you were doing me a solid.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Frankie says with a huff, “I had it coming.” 

“Maybe,” you concede with a smile, “But I don’t think I was completely fair, you’ve had your own share of shit to deal with.” 

“My addiction, and my recovery, are my burdens. No-one else’s,” Frankie says with a stern look on his face. You hate how the shift in his tone makes you squirm; you know he’s not telling you off, but it doesn’t feel any less authoritative. 

“Understood,” you nod as you gesture vaguely with your hand, urging him to continue. 

“But I don’t do well with change,” he says as he continues working, looking away from you, “And Santi brought you into the group without so much as a heads up. I got defensive, I fell into an ugly pattern of behaviours. I’m sorry.” 

“That’s very big of you, thank you.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” he says with a shrug as he stretches with a groan, “Looks like it’s good to go.” 

You hover at his elbow as he tests the tap, the water flows freely and stops abruptly when Frankie flicks it off. The sound of running water halts and you’re left with your hip brushing Frankie’s thigh.

“I really appreciate you doing this, Frankie,” you say, nudging his side with your elbow as you look up to see his eyes already locked on you. He’s leaning his one arm on the counter as he towers over you, and you can’t help but clench your thighs. 

“Like I said,” he mumbles as he turns his body towards you. His tongue glides across his lower lip and you can’t ignore the charged energy between you now, “Just helping out a friend.” 

“It’s not just about the sink, Frankie,” you say as you tentatively brush your fingertips over his hand. 

“Oh? What else is this about?” He asks and there’s a light dancing behind his eyes, a smugness that tells you he already knows but he wants you to say it. 

“There’s another reason why I’ve been keeping my distance,” you admit softly as you inch closer to him. 

“That right?” Frankie breathes, his voice shaky as he threads his fingers through yours. You can’t believe it, the shift in your dynamic is giving you whiplash. 

“Despite everything, Morales,” you say as you bring your other hand up to rest on his sternum. The contact sends heat rippling through your body as Frankie hums deep in his chest, “I think you’re a good guy, and really fucking hot.” 

“Yeah?” He rumbles, his free hand coming up to trail up your bicep the contact makes you shiver as you try to stifle a whine, “You think I’m hot?” 

“I’m not saying it again,” you say with a little bite to your tone, “But I had to keep my distance, I didn’t want to get hurt.” 

“I understand,” Frankie says with a subtle nod, his fingertips skimming your collarbone now, your cunt clenches in anticipation, “I never meant to hurt you.” 

“Well, you did,” you say as you slide your hand up to cup his jaw, “But you can make it up to me, if you want?” 

“Yeah?” Frankie rasps as he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. 

“I want you to tell me what you want, Francisco,” you say softly as your fingertips move to the back of his head, threading through the damp hair there as you tug lightly, “If you want me so bad, I want you to beg.” 

Frankie’s jaw falls slack as a strangled groan bubbles forth from the back of his throat. His half-hard cock stirs in his shorts as you close the gap between you both, pressing yourself against him. Your nipples harden as you feel the way his body shudders under your touch. 

“I want to fuck you,” Frankie’s voice is a hushed rasp as he ghosts his fingertips along the angle of your jaw, “I want to make you scream,” he continues as the calloused pad of his thumb brushes against your lips, “I want to please you, querida.” 

“Yeah?” You purse your lips against Frankie’s thumb, your lips tingling at the promise his touch brings, “You think you deserve to have me, Francisco? Do you think you can make good on your promises?” 

“I will, or I’ll die trying,” his other hand tugs on your own, pulling you against him as he flattens his palm against the small of your back, “Let me try, please.” 

You slowly open your mouth, tongue teasing against his thumb as you wrap your lips around the thick digit. A soft moan escapes you as you suck slowly, purposefully, as you maintain eye contact with Frankie. His eyes are glassy as he whines, brow furrowed as you release his thumb with a lewd pop.

“Bedroom, now.” 

You order as you push back from Frankie, the sudden action jarring enough that you slip his grasp. A determined growl rumbles from behind you as you stride towards the stairs. You don’t bother looking back over your shoulder, you can hear his heavy footsteps gaining on you and there’s a primal thrill to it. You pick up the pace, practically jogging to your open bedroom door as adrenaline and arousal scorch through your veins. 

You’re almost over the threshold when you feel the press of his palms on your waist as he pulls you back against him. You don’t have time to proffer a witty remark before Frankie’s mouth is on your throat. The rough scratch of his facial hair along the slope of your shoulder has you squirming as he nudges your head to the side with his strong nose. 

“Going to make you feel so good,” Frankie says with a growl before sucking gently against the column of your neck. His one hand trails down your front and you gasp as he cups your sex through your shorts. His thick fingers tease at the denim where it covers your aching cunt; fingertips swirling over your clothed core, and you can’t help the desperate little sounds you make as pleasure rocks through you. 

“Frankie, please.” 

You yelp as his teeth nip at the shell of your ear and your panties cling to your cunt, you’re dripping for him.

“Call me Francisco, please,” he huffs into your ear as he walks you forward, “Sounds so good when you say my name.” 

“Yeah? You like it when I beg you to fuck me, Francisco?” You ask as your knees hit the edge of the bed, but you stop yourself from falling forward just yet. You know that’s what Frankie wants, but you’re not about to give over control just yet. You feel him straining against you, not wanting to manhandle you aggressively it seems, but you can feel the need in the way his cock presses against your ass. 

“I do,” he whispers in your ear, “Let me show you how sorry I am, querida.” 

“Show me, Francisco, let’s see if you can make me scream your name,” you lean back as you speak, pressing your cheek against his. 

His lips brush against yours as he angles his head down to you, it’s like being struck by lightning. You gasp as he kisses you, almost tenderly, before you let go completely. You kiss him back, pulling his lower lip between your teeth. You’re rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as his lips part for you. You lick into his mouth teasingly, asking for permission and he slots his mouth over yours in response. 

His tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with your own as he tastes you. His groans rumbling through you as he delves deeper past your lips, mapping you out, claiming you. You’re pliable beneath his large hands as you feel him bending you at the hip. The hand cupping your sex increases the pressure. The heel of his palm grinds against your clothed clit as his fingertips knead at where your shorts are beginning to soak through. 

“On your front,” Frankie growls as he places a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

You do as he says, flopping forward onto the bed as gracefully as you can with his large hand still working at you through your shorts. It’s been a while since you last let someone take relative control in the bedroom. Often, you’re used to dictating the pace, your partners needing gentle encouragement – or sometimes a very firm hand – to ensure you got what you need from sex. But this is different, Frankie is different. 

There’s a pause as Frankie removes his hand from your cunt, and you’re about to turn over and ask what the hold up is, when his hot palms spread you out. His fingers digging into the backs of your knees as he opens you up. 

“Frankie, what are you-?” 

You practically choke on your words as you feel him press his face into the apex of your thighs. He buries himself against the damp crotch of your shorts and inhales as he grinds his nose against your core. 

“Fuck,” he hisses as you feel him mouth against your covered cunt, his hands travel up the backs of your thighs as he holds you open for him. You squirm at the depravity of his thick fingers pinning you down, his face pressed hard against such a sensitive spot. Being fully clothed only makes you wetter, like there’s something even more profane about the action while your shorts cling tight to your desperate pussy. 

“Frankie please,” you whine, and you can’t stop yourself, you didn’t think you’d be begging so quickly, so easily for someone you were ready to kick to the curb only yesterday. 

“What do you want?” Frankie asks as his fingertips slip under the hem of your shorts, trailing over the swell of your ass. 

“I want your mouth on my cunt, take my shorts off,” you huff into the sheets as you feel the heat burn over your cheekbones. 

“Yes ma’am,” Frankie growls as he places a kiss to your inner thigh before his hands are on your hips, “Turn over for me.” 

You carefully rotate your body, mindful not to kick Frankie in the face in your eagerness. You lie back and you clench around nothing at the way Frankie is looking at you. His eyes are glassy and blown out with desire, his face is pink in places where the denim of your shorts has irritated his skin. You lower your gaze to see the painfully obvious bulge in his shorts and you swallow around the lump in your throat. 

He’s big. 

“So pretty like this,” he says absently as he rakes his eyes over your body. You’re still fully clothed but you’ve never felt so bare in your life. 

“Frankie-,” you’re about to beg again when he makes a face at you as he hisses between his teeth. 

“Please, call me Francisco, I really like it when you do,” there’s a hint of a challenge in his voice and you nod slowly as you stare him down. 

“Please, Francisco,” you say as you bring both hands up to grope your tits over your tank top, “Show me how good you are with that dirty mouth of yours,” you spread your legs wide for him as you speak, and the way Frankie’s nostrils flare makes you squirm. 

Frankie settles himself down between your thighs as he throws his cap off to the side. It hits the floor with a soft thud, but you aren’t focusing on the hat anymore. Frankie’s calloused hands trail up from your knees, scraping deliciously against the soft skin of your inner thighs. He dips his fingertips under the denim once more and you feel him shudder as they brush the outline of your lace panties. 

“Don’t tell me you wore something nice for me?” He asks as he smirks up at you, his cheek resting on your right thigh as he waits for your response. 

“No, Francisco, I wanted to wear lacey panties in the middle of summer in Florida, I like the way wet lace chafes just right.” 

You’re taunting him and the way his cheek dimples, you know he’s loving it as much as you are. 

“Poor baby,” he hums softly as he brings one hand up to pop the button of your shorts open, “Let me help you out. Let’s get rid of those wet panties, yeah?” 

You don’t answer, the condescending tone of his voice makes your head fuzzy. You’re so used to being the one doing all the talking, it’s a blissful role reversal for you. You watch as Frankie slowly pulls on the zipper before you lift your ass for him to tug the oppressively tight fabric down. You keen upwards as you feel the humid air hit your slick panties. 

“Fu-uck,” Frankie rasps as he drops your shorts to the side of the bed, his eyes firmly fixed on the slick, glistening lace just inches from his face, “I’d ask if this was all for me,” he says as he lowers his mouth to your lace-covered sex, “But I think we both know it is.” 

You don’t have time to make a snide comment, nor do you think you could with how blissed out you are. Frankie’s lips latch onto your clothed clit and you cry out as his hot tongue swirls slow, lazy circles over the already drenched fabric. 

“Francisco,” you cry out as he pressures your clit just right, you see stars behind your eyelids. You’re embarrassingly close already. 

“So sensitive,” he hums as he teases a finger up and down the thin strip of lace covering your core, “So wet.”

You’re about to beg again when you feel the drag of his rough fingertips slide under the seam of your panties. You arch up, your head falling back against the sheets as you once again feel the warm air hit your slick cunt. You hiss a little as the fabric that clings to you peels away with a sharp pinch. 

“S’okay, I got you,” Frankie whispers as he rolls your panties off your feet, you force your eyes open, looking down just as he swipes his tongue through your folds. It’s slow, deliberate, and makes your toes curl as the hot drag culminates with his plush lips kissing your clit. The press of his mouth on your most sensitive spot punches a strangled moan from your chest. 

“Fuck yes,” you whimper, “Fuck yes, Francisco.” 

He doesn’t answer verbally, instead he teases your clit in soft, barely-there flicks of his tongue as he sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth. The pleasure shoots through you as you writhe under him. He shifts slightly, draping your calves over his broad shoulders as he presses his whole face against your cunt. 

“So fucking sweet,” he snarls as you feel him shake his head back and forth, lapping at your clit as he moves. 

“Fra-,” you stutter, unable to form his full name, pleasure driving every conscious thought from your mind as you build to your peak.

“Go on, come for me,” he goads you as he holds you down with one of his strong arms. You feel the weight of it pin you down as you try and buck your hips. Your spine tingles with every flick of his tongue, every groan that vibrates through your clit. 

“I’m-,” you cry out, loud and throaty as you clench around nothing, your gasping pleas filling the room as you come hard. You whine and scream as Frankie keeps going as your body is rocked with overstimulation. 

“So pretty when you come querida,” he says softly as he eases off, peppering your slick folds and clit with gentle, teasing kisses, “Can you give me another?” 

“Francisco,” you gasp as you feel two thick fingers tease at your entrance, “Want your dick, please.” 

“So eager,” he chuckles softly as he eases the tips of his fingers inside you, teasing little pulses right at your entrance that have you arching your back as you whine in frustrated overstimulation, “Where is the fire from earlier? I thought you were in control querida?” 

“Fuck you,” you hiss but there’s no bite in it, you know he’s right. You love that he’s right. It’s the kind of fuck you’ve been wanting for years, the kind where you can just let go, let him take what he needs from you while simultaneously giving you more than you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Like I said,” he smirks up at you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, “Come for me again and I will.” 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me with your fingers, Morales,” you snap, wresting for some control of the situation. 

“There she is, my little zorra,” Frankie hums in triumph as he eases his thick fingers inside you. You want to ask him what that means but you’re blinded by the way he sinks all the way down to the knuckle in one swift motion. 

You moan at the way he doesn’t let you adjust, your slick walls already accommodating them with minimal effort. He curls them up as he drags them slowly in and out of you, pushing and pulling at that sensitive spot that makes your whole body twitch. Every time he hits it, he smirks, gauging your reaction as he works you right back to the blinding peak. 

“God! Your pussy feels so good, squeezing my fingers so tight,” Frankie babbles, as if to himself before flicking the blunt tip of his tongue against your clit, “Come for me.” 

You clamp down hard on his fingers as his verbal command sends you reeling. Your mouth is dry as you cry out soundlessly. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks you through your orgasm. The languid pace careful, controlled, as he works you through it. 

“There you go,” he says softly, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh as he slowly eases out of you, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” 

You want to say something, anything, but all you can do is gulp in deep breaths as you try and ground yourself. You stare up at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity before you feel the soothing touch of Frankie’s fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. 

“Back in the room?” He asks you with a smirk as he lies there, his cheek pressed against your knee as he simply watches you. 

“Yeah,” you nod with earnest, “That was just fucking amazing,” you chuckle, and you’re rewarded with a deep rumble of satisfaction from Frankie’s chest. 

“Good,” he says airily as he nuzzles his nose against your sensitive skin, “Want to keep going?” 

“Fuck yes,” you huff through your nose as you prop yourself up on your elbows, “Just needed to catch my breath.” 

“You got condoms?” Frankie asks and you’re suddenly sobered at the request. You’re so caught up in the moment you didn’t even think about using one. 

“I do,” you say but you raise an eyebrow at him, “Do you trust me, Francisco?” 

“Yes,” he says with a questioning look on his face as he palms his cock through his shorts, “Why?” 

“I’m on the pill,” you say as you retreat backwards up the bed, “C’mere,” you say with a curl of your index finger and Frankie moves without hesitation, still fully clothed as you spread your legs for him. 

“You been checked recently, Francisco?” You ask as he kneels between your legs, leaning back on his calves as he looks at you with a wry expression on his lips. 

“A few months ago, all clear,” he says cautiously as he runs his one hand through his slick hair, “Why, you want me to take you raw?” 

You stifle a groan at the harsh language, you’re regaining control over the dynamic slowly. No way are you breaking stride now. 

“No, Francisco,” you purr as you manoeuvre up onto your knees, meeting his gaze as you toy with the hem of his tank top, “I want to ride you raw.” 

Frankie’s mouth drops open as you push up the edge of his tank top, forcing it up to his armpits as you lock and suck at the swell of his belly. He pulls it up and over his head as he watches you with wide eyes. 

He’s sweaty and musky on your tongue as you follow the light curls of his happy trail. You press your nose against his belly as you unbutton his shorts. You whine at the sight of his grey boxer briefs, and the way the fabric darkens over the head of his cock. 

“Look at you,” you coo as you palm his length, “Francisco, you’ve been holding out on me,” you say with a smirk as you look up into his lust-blown eyes. He stammers as you cup his balls through his briefs and press a kiss to the tip of his clothed dick. You know he won’t last long, but you can’t help but tease him a little. 

“Strip for me,” you whisper against the side of his shaft as you squeeze his balls gently. He groans softly before you pull away, already stripping your tank top and bra as you watch him do as he’s told. His eyes are glassy, it’s as if a switch has flipped in his brain. The realisation hits you immediately. 

Frankie likes this. He likes being told what to do. 

He pulls his briefs down in one swift motion, letting his thick cock spring free and slapping wetly against his abdomen as he hurriedly pushes his briefs and shorts past his knees. He resumes his position on the bed, kneeling as he rests on his laurels. You salivate at the sight of him, his foreskin straining against the head of his cock.

“Good boy,” you breathe, stomach churning delightfully as you see the way Frankie pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, “Legs out,” you gesture for him to straighten his legs and he obeys almost comically fast. 

You crawl forward, hands sliding up over his shoulders. Immediately his hands fall to your hips, steadying you as you hover over his lap. It’s surely far too intimate – fucking like this – especially considering how you were at each other’s throats only yesterday. But there’s something about it all that just feels right. You press your forehead against Frankie’s, closing your eyes as his tip notches at your core. 

“Oh fuck,” you hiss as you sink down onto his cock, your slick walls clamp down around the intrusion as you split yourself open with his dick. You whine as you reach the base, you’re so full, so snug around his cock. 

“Fu-uck,” Frankie echoes as he curls his arms around you pinning you against him, keeping you so impossibly close. You drop your head to rest in the crook of Frankie’s neck. Your lips latching onto his slick skin as you clench hard around him. 

“I’m going to move,” you whisper against Frankie’s neck, “Let me use you, Frankie, want to fuck myself on your cock.” 

“Please,” he whispers, as you nip along his jaw, “Use me.”

You whimper as you begin to roll your hips forward, lifting up as you savour every inch of his cock raking through you. You catch yourself just before he slips out of you, lingering for a moment, then pushing yourself back down. You cry out at the abrupt stretch as discomfort cedes to pleasure. Frankie’s grip tightens on your waist as you repeat the action again and again. 

Each time more and more pleasure rocks through you as you use Frankie’s cock. You know he’s close, his brow is furrowed, and his breaths come in ragged gasps. You’re griding his cock inside you as you lean down to whisper in his ear. 

“Fuck me, Francisco,” you say, “Make me scream.” 

He groans at the sudden permission to fuck you, body curling around you as he pitches you backwards. He stays buried deep as you’re pushed down into the pillows, your thighs pressed against your chest as Frankie gets you how he wants you. 

“Fuck. I’ve wanted this for so long,” Frankie snarls in your ear as he starts to move, his pace picking up rapidly. 

“Me too,” you moan as he nudges your g-spot over and over again. You’re whining at every snap of his hips as pleasure arcs through you. Your fingertips dig into his back muscles as you cling to him. He snaps his hips harder and harder until you can’t hold on any longer.

“Francisco!” you cry out as you come hard around his length, your slick walls clamping down hard as you feel him stutter beneath you. He fucks down into you a few more times before he lets out a tight groan as he empties himself inside you. His hips still, your chests pressed together as you grin at one another. 

You lie there for a few moments as you both try and catch your breath. Neither of you can stop smiling as you feel Frankie ease his soft cock out of you. 

“We need to clean up and we both need to pee,” you say lazily as you roll onto your side. Frankie flops down next to you, a soft oof escaping his lips as he hits the mattress. 

“We do,” he agrees as he brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheekbone, “You, ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m good, more than good,” you babble as Frankie smiles at you, cheek dimpling delightfully. 

“Good,” he says with a soft nod. 

There’s so much hanging in the air between you. More than you can worry about right now. 

“Let’s get a shower and replace the burgers you brought,” you say as you force yourself up, heading to the bathroom. 

“It’s not my fault they’re inedible now,” Frankie grumbles playfully and you smile at him over your shoulder. 

“Whatever,” you stick your tongue out at him as you turn on the shower, “Come on, we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Alright, but I’m not the one telling Santi about us,” Frankie growls as he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzles against the back of your head, “I’ll never live it down.” 

“Fine,” you agree with a smirk playing across your lips, “That means you have to tell the Millers.” 

The statement hangs heavy in the air before Frankie curses under his breath. He realises too late his mistake and you just smile, leaning back into your former arch-nemesis’ arms, wondering how you got here; and what here even is. But you are sure of one thing.

Now you’ve had a taste of Frankie Morales, you’re never letting him go. 

Frankie Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

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[tipsyleaf]

Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

CW: Recovering from alcoholism (Leons just trying to better himself man

Words: 1k

A/N: 👛anon I've had brain rot because of you. But I still love you pookie.

Blue leotard... Gunmetal blue, his favorite shade. It was almost like you were trying to send a signal through the glass windows of the studio attached to the apartment building gym.

Every weekend for the past few months he'd come down and workout for a two hours without issue. Until you moved into the building a month ago. Walking through the gym in leotards and the same skin tone tights straight into the small studio space.

Leon picked up quickly that you don't seem to be doing mindless pirouettes, pliés or chassé. You practiced the same routine, which means you probably do this for a living. Or at the very least a hobby.

He tried his best to not come off creepy but sometimes he couldn't stop from staring. Leon rarely found beauty in life anymore, something he was trying to fix. His sponsor suggested that life could be worth living if you find something meaningful to live for.

Besides surviving or being a living breathing weapon.

At first, the staring was for more "primal" reasons, but it soon turned to him admiring how gracefully you could move. How sharp your movements were. The clean movements were mesmerizing and very distracting. It certainly didn't help that you were pretty either. But every time you stopped and turned back towards the windows, Leon would turn away immediately. Scared you'd think he was some kind of weirdo or worse...

A pervert.

You were probably way too prissy for him anyway. Why bother window shopping?

You're too pure, jumping around in white satin ballet slippers and him in bulletproof vests with tactical gear. Your worlds can never mix, you're too different. Far too different.

So, with his better judgment, Leon got into the habit of changing his routine and getting up at the crack of dawn like in his army days. Just to go workout first thing in the morning. Leaving the gym as you were coming in.

But one morning you didn't come in as he was leaving. And as usual, he stops at his mailbox, fishing in his jacket pocket as he walks into the main lobby.

And there you were. Stood in front of the mailboxes, sorting through a few envelopes with your tiny mailbox door hung open.

Shit... This is gonna be awkward.

Leon approaches slowly, walking up to his mailbox and ripping his keys out of his jacket pocket. Something round flies out of his pocket with a clatter as it hits the floor. You lift your head to see the green chip rolling across the floor, quickly you step past him and pin it under your shoe.

Leon stares, realizing he forgot to take his chip out of his pocket after his meeting last night. Too tired from a long day at work to remember before passing out in bed as soon as he got home. He can feel his neck heating up, he hasn't even said a single word to you, and now you'll know he's an alcoholic trying to get his life together.

And he's sweaty and gross?!

What a fantastic first meeting...

You bend down, grabbing the green chip from the floor as you walk back. Giving it a glance, you hold it out for him. Slowly he raises his hand, chest tightening as he nods a “Thank You” while taking it.

"90 days is a big accomplishment, you should be proud of yourself." He stared for a moment, fully expecting a dirty look or pity.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks. I-I am." His lips drew to a line as you walked back around him, shutting your mailbox and locking it. He gives you a glance as you grab your bag from the floor and give him a small smile.

"You're from 3D, right?" You question, his eyes glance at his mailbox, his lips part slightly. Brain trying to process how you knew his apartment without even talking to him.

"Yes?" His eyebrows raised, your eyes fixed on his uneasy response.

"Hmm." She looks him up and down, almost like she's trying to size him up. Or even taken him in completely.

"A little scruffy for my taste, but you'll get the job done." His nose wrinkled as you stepped past him, and headed for the door.

"The hell do you mean by that?" You turned your attention back to him, smiling again.

"The old ladies in the building, they talk about everyone. Well, anyone interesting at least. And they said you're pretty cute. I'd have to agree." He feels his neck burning again, embarrassment of another kind seeping into his collarbone and rising to his cheeks as he smiles a tiny bit.

He was never great with women.

"Thank you..." He clutches the chip in his hand, running his thumb across the bumped out embossing of the metal.

"And um... I know we don't know each other," you step forward again, gesturing to his hands, "but I'm here if you ever need to be talked down... 3 years for me, still have my bad days, but it gets easier with time. I promise."

He looks a little surprised, not expecting you to know his struggles in some way. He just nods, watching you lean to the side, looking behind him and turning back to leave again.

"Congratulations again on 90 days, Leon." You smile, pushing the door open.

"Whoa, wait. What's your-"

"2B!" You yell back without turning around, watching you leave through the doors leading to the gym. His head swivels, looking at the mailboxes. Seeing your name printed a piece of tape stuck to your mailbox.

His mind wanders, thinking of you as he pulls his bills from his mailbox. A folded over flyer was wrapped around the envelopes. Pulling it off the envelope, he gave it a long look. Your face staring back at his as you're leaping in a beautiful flowing white dress and veil.

Giselle printed in fancy font under you pointed toes along with show times for next weekend.

Staring for a second, he thought, pondering over the words of his sponsor telling him to try new things.

Maybe he should try theater.

#🌿 ivy writes #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Still wanting requests? I have a couple…

Can I get a idiots in love with Carmy x reader where he suddenly get jealous and possessive when you are working out front and a customer keeps touching you leg or back when you’re taking their order. (I was a server & bartender for 11 years and the audacity of the men who thought that this was okay, but we couldn’t tell them to stop because we were afraid of getting in trouble!!!)

How would Carmy react when he sees it, and after when he is kind of heated talking to you in the office and you tell him that’s that is something all women have to deal with on a daily bases. Everywhere. How would he react to this info?

Not under my watch

It's pretty late. Dinner service is almost over. Everyone's already had more than a couple of glasses of wine. Your feet are killing you. You just want to sit down but still, you keep that plastered smile on your face because the last thing you need is for the customers to notice your tired face.

And there's this one table that you tried to visit as rarely as possible. A couple of duchy-looking bikers. From the moment they stepped in, you knew they were up to something. Just the way their gazes followed every female in the restaurant said it all. A cold shiver ran down your back as you reached for the menus, walking towards them. In a perfect scenario, you would have gotten Richie to cover this but he had slipped out to drive Eva to her ballet class so it was just you.

"Hello, welcome to the Bear. Is there something I could get you two straight away?", you say in a chirpy voice. The two of them look at you like hawks. As if they were checking what part to bite into first. "How about we start with your name, baby girl", you already want to gag but keep up that same smile, "I don't think that's necessary, sir", "Oh, but how will we get your sweet cheeks here when we're in need for you?", the other says, leaning back to check your ass. "I'll let you look through the menu and will be back shortly to take your order", you say, turning to walk away. Stopping to pick up empty plates from the other tables. Saying goodbye to some of the customers. Thanking them for coming and wishing them a lovely evening. Yet all that time you could feel eyes watching you. Following your every move. And suddenly you get hyper-aware of how your shirt feels a bit too low cut and your breasts feel too outlined by the tight material. How the skirt feels too low cut. And you suddenly wonder if you lean across the table, does it show too much? But it's all the things you've never thought about. Nothing that bothered you before those two came along. The uniform is professional and the whole staff wears it. You try to shake it off. Glancing towards the clock. Richie should be back any minute now. He'll take over. You'll be fine. A thought about telling something to Carmen crosses your mind but you quickly chase that thought away. He's busy. And those two aren't worth his time.

A whistle catches your attention and you see one of them waving you over. You grit your teeth. Feeling like a dog called by an owner. "Ready to order?", you get your pen ready. Trying not to meet any of their eyes. "I'd like some with these tender-looking thighs", You feel his fingers reaching for the back of your leg and you quickly step back. Panic rises in your stomach. "Sir, I would ask you to...", you start, "You'll be begging by the time I'm done, doll. Not asking", he states. "Bend over why don't you", You feel another pair of hands on your back and you want to move away but you're so scared. Your whole body freezes. You grip the pan in your arms as you stare ahead.

And may all the holy spurts be with them. Because Carmen decided to look through the little window that leads to the front. A habit of his now that you've been working here. It's his way of calming himself in a way. Watching you smiling and chatting with the people always makes him feel at ease. He loves nothing more than watching you in your element. But it's also his way of making sure that you are well. This is Chicago after all. Too many dodgy people sneaking around. And his blood stopped pumping when he catches those two men groping you.

And, holy hell, is Carmen ready to raise hell. I don't even think there would be a question as to what he would do. Carmen's dropping the spoon into the pot and storming through the kitchen door. Because this is not acceptable. He snatches a couple of utensils as he goes. Ripping the hands away from your body. Slamming the rough stranger's palms to the table before two sets of forks make contact with their skin. "You fuckers will be lucky to walk out of here in one piece", he barks out. The room fills with cries of pain and swearing.

You feel someone else's hand on you once more, jumping slightly, only to be met with Richie. It's all a blur after that. Richie says something to Carmen. You feel him touching your face but you're kind of looking past him. It's all just a series of events. And then you end up in Carmen's office with him kneeling in front of you. "My love", he breathes out, carefully pushing a strand of your loose hair away. It killed him seeing you like this. His little sunshine. Absolute ray of sunshine now nothing more but a grey sky. Oh, how much Carmen wanted to go there and just beat the daylight out of these creeps.

"I'm okay", you mutter, reaching to squeeze his hand that has been lying on your thigh. "You should have come to grab me, love", he growls lightly you know that he's not mad at you. He's mad at the whole situation. It's frustrating to him that this shit is happening right under his nose. "Carm, it's fine. It's not the first time and...", but his wild eyes cut you off, "What do you... What do you mean not the first time?". His breaths are shallow now. You lean forward to cup his face, "It happened all the time in my last job. Hand on the back. Hand on the leg". Carmen is shaking his head, "I'll fucking find them all and", "And nothing, love, no one cares". But Carmen huffs, "I care. I care and this will never happen again. You come and tell me any time someone is looking suspicious to you", he's pulling you closer to him. Wrapping you up in his arms, "No one will touch you like that again. Not under my fucking watch".

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[komoboko]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

A small event following the discovery of a contagious blood demon art that changes somebody’s age and it’s infected all the pillars turning them back into children... and now these children look up to you and the kamaboko squad for guidance ー heavily inspired by @ghostbite0 pintsized pillars au please please please check out their art i beg

prologue entry 1: character introductions and general hcs

starring: the kamaboko squad, the pillars + aoi kanzaki, senjuro rengoku, reader?? Idk they don’t rlly do much tbh..

The chance of blood demon art being contagious is unlikely, but not impossible. Maybe after this you’ll realize that if something isn’t impossible, always be cautious because it is. News spreads like wildfire around the corps about a new blood demon art, figured out to be contagious. The effects having something to do with age, making people become much younger than they currently are now. Worse of all the prime suspect of who brought it back is one of the pillars themselves. Everybody is ushered and reccommended to stay inside for now, until they figure out what’s going on. People can only point fingers at who they believe it is, but it doesn’t very long for them to find out.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA or now known as “virus spreader” is the first person to suffer from the effects of the blood demon art, and the one who brought it back. He denies it of course but there isn’t much hiding left he can do. Once he’s dismissed from the hashira meeting he goes to train to blow off steam like usual, it’s only then where he feels dizzy as his eyes begins to close. It’s then when the blood demon art sets in place turning the stubborn wind hashira back into a 7 year old boy. To add more onto this disaster, the first person to find him in this state is his younger brother, GENYA SHINZUGAWA Who only saw him when passing the training grounds. Screaming seeing a very young child hold a nichin blade that was much too sharp to be safe, and that this ‘child’ just happened to be his older brother.

It takes awhile for Genya to make it back to master Ubuyashiki to show him what happened to his younger brother. Having to endure chasing him around and him trying to pull out his hair while carrying him back. It was far too late to want him, as now both OBANAI IGURO and GIYU TOMIOKA have both fallen for the infection at the exact same time. Genya only freezes unsure of what to do seeing two 7 year old boys either sleeping or laying soundly in the middle of the courtyard. Especially since once is coiled up between kaburamaru who is not a fan of people most of the time. Thankfully, Genya doesn’t have to deal with three miniature pillars alone as TANJIRO KAMADO seem to come catch up with him after hearing his distress. As he picks up obanai while giyu lingers around his leg. Tanjiro realizes they won’t have much time left until there’s more children hanging around the corps with access to many weapons they do not need their hands on.

The other hashira seem to last longer when it came to the blood demon art effects, or it only lingered on them later on compared to the first three. They’re able to make it to the butterfly mansion in time where KANAO KOCHO who was waiting for them is able to bring them over to her older sister. SHINOBU KOCHO who was already busy inside was aware of this infection before the other three were, as when they find her they see her with a much smaller TENGEN UZUI who has already turned into a 10 year old boy. The insect pillar seeing the other three small children coming into her room is surprised at how fast this infection is taking place tries to quickly think of something to slow it down. Right when they believed they had something kochi is no longer seen, Genya nearly had to bend down to see shinobu has turned back into a 5 year old little girl. Well the butterfly mansion won’t be any help for answers anymore.

Both Genya, Kanao, and Tanjiro are thankful that the sound hashira has turned to an age where he can actually corporate. He’s able to hold onto shinobu while the three young slayers have to take account on who has turned, how their like, and who they need to find next.

UZUI, the oldest so far knows atleast how to take care of responsibilities, but is not a good influence to anyone at all. Always using the “cool kid” excuse to convince somebody to join him ind ping something they definitely shouldn’t be doing. Sanemi falls for it as they already caught him standing in top of a desk to try and jump off and onto Genya’s hair. Uzui says it wasn’t him but you can’t say you believe him when both giyu and shinobu point towards him when you ask.

SANEMI is a wild kid sometimes, he’s still got alot of that aggressive energy from his actual self that has transferred into his much smaller self. Other times he unusually touchy, especially for him. He’ll drag somebody over unusually obanai, sometimes even giyu to just play games with him. Sometimes he likes to bother people in the occasion but it’s normally a phase. Though he is still scared oof Genya in some way, if he’s doing something he isn’t suppose to do and Genya yells at him he’ll stop immediately. He’d never admit this though, ever.

GIYU is very very calm. He doesn’t change much compared to him when he’s older. He’s just more open to hang around the others as he doesn’t mind playing any games. He prefers to stay with somebody, he doesn’t mind being by somebody like shinobu and just staying around her or he’s around tanjiro. He likes to sleep with a lot. Speaking of sleep Giyu is always doesn’t mind taking a nap, he prefers it actually. He just likes to lay down and take a break sometimes. If he is ever being held there’s a good chance he’ll just fall asleep right then and there.

OBANAI is very much a touch starved child. He enjoys being hugged or held by some of the pillars or the ‘older’ kids. He’s very quiet most of the time he’ll talk on the occasion with the kids but is usually quiet most of the time. Obanai is also another sleepy kid, jusf like giyu they both like to sleep. Sometimes they nap together if they feel like it. Kaburamaru still tries to follow him, sometimes you see him just trailing around obanai if he sees him. He did try to coil around obanai like he usually does but if did not work right at all.

SHINOBU is a very good kid, she normally just like staying around in the butterfly mansion. Other times she just enjoys falling Kanao around when she’s doing anything. Even as a small child she still likes preforming her “doctor” role even if she can’t actually preform it. AOI lets her mess around and give her fake doctor check up with some of the real equipment she has around. Though she can only do it in certain rooms with atleast two people inside, one time aoi wasn’t looking and shinobu somehow found a syringe. She nearly got poked in the arm by it if she didn’t look back up.

While the three teenagers try to figure out what to do with their pillar problem, it seems like they have to add another one of the crew. Instead of searching for KYOJURO RENGOKU rengoku comes to them instead, tanjiro if the first to turn around when hearing the pitter patter of footsteps and the loud sniffling coming from around the corner. To his surprise SENJURO RENGOKU is the cause of the noise, holding a much smaller rengoku is his arms. He shuffles over to where tanjiro, Kanao, and Genya are rambling on and telling them how he turned around and ‘poof’ rengoku turned small. Tanjiro sighs knowing they have another kid they found, or what Genya refers to as “waist height army.” Tanjiro takes the five year old boy who has just as much energy and happiness as Rengoku had just before.

Tanjiro was conflicted to say the least. Dealing with hashira was already enough, but dealing with them as kids is whole new territory. Before he can think of something to do the loud yelling echoing in the distance catches his attention. He hopes Genya, kanao, and senjuro can handle the kids while he checks it out. As he sneaks around the corner he can he was shocked but wasn’t all that surprised. INOSUKE HASHIBARA sitting across the table from MITSURI KANROJI who has also become a 5 year old girl. The both preparing to have an intense arm wrestling match. Sitting on inosuke side was ZENITSU AGATSUMA and on mitsuri side was READER AND NEZUKO KAMADO. Zenitsu only cheers on an overconfident inosuke who puts his arm in the table. He bluffs for a moment until he feels his arm snack down against the table once again, loosing in an instant. Mitusri laughs while reader and nezuko cheer her on. Inosuke stares jaw dropped underneath the mask while zenitsu is shocked and trying not to laugh himself.

A sigh of relief escapes tanjiro lips as he turns to kanao with a much smaller giyu by her side. Things were fine, things would be fine if they had some time to breath and figure things out. Tanjiro takes a breath, until he hears somebody crying. At first he thinks it’s one of the hashira who has turned into a child, only for the sound to be coming from the stone pillar himself. GYOMEI HIMEJIMA with MUICHIRO TOKITO by his side. He weeps as he holds a very small shinobu and kyojuro in his arms while senjuro tries to pay his back to calm him down. While Tanjiro has trust in the stone hashira strength and abilities, he doesn’t know how old he will turn and how strong he’s going to be. Tanjiro simply walks over, making up an excuse to try to take Rengoku and Shinobu out of Gyomei arms. He’s able to grab Kyojuro out of his arms, but the moment he turns he hears muichiro shriek and that’s already enough to tell him what was going on.

Poor poor muichiro who had zoned out while hanging around Gyomei, only to turn and look eye to eye with him. It was not a subtle adjustment he could get used to. Gyomei tries to call him down sensing panic from the boy, who was already confused enough seeing his comrades being shrunken down and running around. Unfortunately, Gyomei aid was not helpful in coming the most pillar down who only stared at him and shinobu who was asleep in his arms. Both Tanjiro, Senjuro and Rengoku were caught off guard by the change to, but mostly by muichiro uncharacteristic screech. Muichiro tried to think of something to say, to do in the moment. Before he’s able to do anything the blood demon art unfortunately catches back up with, Tanjiro watches as Muichiro nearly disappears out of thin air. He has to turn around to see Rengoku picking up a small 1 year old muichiro who looks mildly upset in his arms.

RENGOKU is such a hyperactive child. He’s always happy and always tries to make all the others happy when he can. Even for being so young, he is still somewhat trustworthy and can deal with some of the kids like shinobu, and obanai if needed. Even as a child, Rengoku voice still has volume to it. He can be louder than Gyomei if he gets really excited. He also likes to eat with mitsuri often giving her food if he has any. Giyu sometimes lingers around him if he’s not with Sanemi or Obanai.

MITSURI is such a sweetheart, always happy and always ready to play around. She’s not to troubling to deal with like some of the others, her only issue is she still has the same appetite as she does when she is an adult. So somebody always makes sure to stock up on extra food at all times. Along with this she isn’t even aware of her own strength either, as we seen with her beating Inosuke. He always comes to get a rematch even if he’ll still loose. Obanai tends to linger around her as well.

GYOMEI is the most helpful out of all the hashira and the most attentive out of them. Being the closest to his actual age, and to the rest of the “older” kids age he actually helps out alot. He’s always the one granted supervision if Tanjiro or any of the others are busy because they know they can trust Gyomei. He does take this role very seriously for some reason, he’s put Sanemi and Uzui into a makeshift timeout before because they were trying to do something much to dangerous again.

MUICHIRO is just baby. Not much he can do but sometimes they think he’s the most aware of the situation he’s in. He always has a bored look on his face or an annoyed look if somebody has ticked him off. He’s always very picky about who can hold him. He likes being around Gyomei, Obanai and Rengoku for example but others he might show more signs of boredom. One time Sanemi got to pick him up, he made fun of him a little and Muichiro tried to bite his finger off.

Tanjiro has to call everybody who’s unaffected together. Now having found and seen all the effects have landed on every single hashira they can now make a plan. They’ve found everybody they needed to but they just have to figure out. How are they going to take care of them?

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[celabi]

It's your local fungi with a horny thought. We had our sports fest at school today and I played badminton for my section. I went to the bathroom after my match and was all sweaty and shit (Tennis shorts and all that wink wonk.) But also secretly wishing Scara would see me and take me in one of the stalls. That was hours ago, I spent the whole time since, trying to not lose my shit over being sexually frustrated. Expound on this please I will kiss you if you do <3

Gym class with Scummy Scaramouche! ☆彡

Blublublublub hiiii I don’t think they do pe in college but take wtv this is *bites lip seductively* mwa (it’s short$) tbh this is kinda not what you asked but it’s also similar at the same time lol sorry!!

Scaramouche used to absolutely despise P.E class. Because no matter what sport the teacher made them participate in, almost everyone tried to target him some how, y’know, cause he’s a loser and stuff. People using all their strength to peg a dodge ball at him, going out of their way to trip him over him track, being the last one picked in group activities… yeah, it was kinda rough. So naturally, as he got older, he tried to put his past behind him as much as he could— wether that be lying to the professor and saying that he had a bad knee (sometimes he’d make Ei write him a sick note to make it more believable… this is a grown man everybody), or just skipping out on the lesson entirely (by cramming himself in a bathroom stall and playing on his phone). Basically just doing anything to get out of it— but that all stopping when you came in.

Coming in with that tight gym uniform that he thinks hugs your body figure just perfectly— watching as it slightly raises when you bend down to do all those different physical activities. The way the sweat that drips off your face and down your neck made you look almost if not angelic… and if he had a jar, he’d ask to take a little sample from you jfc I’m so sorry. How your tits bounce every time you jump up the catch the ball, you’d have to literally shake him back and forth for his attention to leave them (but even then he’s looking down and watching them jiggle lawl). The small shorts that let your cute little butt peak out from under them … he quickly grabs his bag and places it in his lap to hide his boner.

Um anyways, he scrambles up from the floor and slowly walks over towards you— momentarily stopping you and your friends conversation, which you smile and they groan about. “Hi Scara, need something?” So cute, he thinks, his feet padding across the ground until he’s finally, fully in front of you, while also trying to secretly scoot your friend further away. “Yes, you…’re help with something, can you cu— come with me? Please?” You smell even better then he thought. Scaramouche hums happily when you agree, and reaches out for your hand to pull you along and away from everyone else. Your friend tries to pull you back, but he shoots them a deathly stare over his shoulder and tightens his hold on your hand, a silent head shake in warning, they roll their eyes and let you leave.

Scaramouche thinks gym class is not that bad, as he locks the door to the stall and turns around, where you’re standing there, unaware (or aware, maybe who knows) of the effect you have on him, and looking at him questionably. “You… want me to help you pee, or something?” He blinks, and lets a little, amused chuckle fall from his mouth.

“… no I— i uh. Can you turn around really quick?” A strange request, but you comply nonetheless, and turn around until you’re facing the wall. There’s a quick shuffling sound coming from behind you, as well as Scaramouche letting out a few curses under his breath— before you feel his body pressing up behind you. “Thank you… you don’t know— know what you’re doing to me, do you?” His arms wrap around your torso, hands sneakily slipping under the fabric of your shirt and landing on your bare skin— which he shamelessly prods at. And when you look down, you can just barely see something poking through the gap of your thighs… it’s the tip of his cock, it’s angry red and leaking cum already :( “you look so beautiful wearing this, so— so perfect. I hate that everyone else can see you.”

Humming, you reach down and tease your fingers over the slit of his cock head, making him drop his head into the crook of your neck and whine pathetically— before he slowly starts to rut his hips into you. “So good, so good…” even through your clothing he can feel the way your pussy rubs against his cock.

“The lesson ends soon… we’ll have some fun, yeah?” (A threat not a question) your voice is so heavenly, he squeezes his eyes tight shut, and moans into your skin. “Yes… yes please.” He feels your hand leave his cock, and your arms raise up to pull off your shirt, and he gulps. ‘..finally.’

Err the end bye 🫡

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #scummy scara :( #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #x female reader

[kingkatsuki]

Trying to find condoms in the Abyss is an on-going struggle, especially when you end up being scammed for your last pack of smokes. But it’s okay, because Enjin’s pull out game is strong right. Right?

Why is it never just a drabble when it comes to him😫

Pairing: Enjin x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, you tell Enjin to pull out (and he’s doing his best), creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, one spank, dirty talk, cum swapping, spit.

Word Count: 3.8k.

“Fuck,” Enjin groaned when he picked up his bag from the floor, holding the worn condom pack between his slender fingers.

You would’ve burst out laughing at the dejected look on his face as he crouched completely stark naked on the floor if it wasn’t for the realisation that yet again he’d purchased a dud fucking condom. Your cunt clenched pathetically around nothing as you became resound to the fact that you weren’t having sex tonight— especially not now.

“I swapped a pack of smokes for this shit,” He grunts, his cock bobbing in the air as he still attempts to pull the dry condom over his bulging head.

Enjin had been elated when he’d finally found a seller in the next town over, having spent way too long hunting for any discarded plastics in the trash heaps outside. Honestly he’d probably have more luck if he tasked Rudo to do the job, although it seemed far more seedy to employ him to do Enjin’s dirty work. Having to explain to him what the condom was even for would be a conversation for another fucking day, and definitely not something you’d ever want to be a part of.

You were certain he’d put his foot on the gas a little harder than normal to try and get you both home as quickly as possible. Making eyes at you through the rear view mirror from where you sat beside Tamzy as he willed the drive to hurry up. His final few fragments of resolve already cashed in when he stopped himself from bending you over in a dingy alley to take you where you stand back in the last town.

You’d barely had time to take your shoes off in Enjin’s room before he was hurriedly tugging all his clothes off, getting his arms and head stuck in his shirt as he tried to shrug it off to the side. Jumping from toe to toe as he kicked off his boxers, revealing his heady cock to your prying eyes as you pulled your own clothes off. His feet still covered with socks as he hunched over his forgotten clothes, unwrapping his prized condom.

Your cunt throbbed at the crude sound of him spitting down on his length in an attempt of makeshift lube as he tried to roll the latex along his girth, head hung low in concentration as he held his cock at the base.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened to either of you. Protection and birth control were a commodity in the Abyss and it meant that the items were hard to come by. Often waiting for the Heavens to throw leftover items down below, or using the homemade methods that had varying effects and levels of reliability. The last time this had happened Enjin hadn’t left you unsatisfied, tonguing your clit until your eyes were rolling back into your skull and your toes were curling.

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” Enjin grunted as the condom split over his cock, the swollen pink tip now poked out the top of the latex as he knelt on the floor. Lips curled into a childish pout as this time you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you, his poor neglected cock bobbing in the air.

“It’s not funny, baby.” He groaned, “Do you know how long it’s been?” Or how much galla he’d wasted trying to procure these. If he got back to that town and found the guy that sold him the dud condom it was gonna be on fucking sight—

You were fully aware, and so was your neglected cunt that throbbed pitifully. Feeling his mattress dip as he came to settle between your parted legs, warm palms smoothing along your inner thighs as he stared down at your glistening folds. Living at the Cleaners compound made it difficult to get many moments alone, from Riyou sneaking in through your bedroom window at all hours, to Rudo interrupting in the common areas and even Zanka had walked in on the pair of you one too many times. The few messy fumbles in the van outside weren’t enough to keep either of you satiated for long, and the erotic books Semiu recommended you did nothing to help soothe the desire running hot like molten lava through you.

“Do you know how much he misses being inside you?” Enjin dragged the leaking tip of his cock through the mess between your thighs, your hips jolting when the head nudged against your puffy clit, “He wants to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around him— see.”

“You’re such a dork,” You shook your head, scrunching your nose at the way Enjin referred to his cock.

“But you love me for it,” He gave you a toothy grin as he tapped his drooling cockhead against your mound before letting the weight of it hang low as he hovered over you to press a sensual, open-mouthed kiss to your lips.

Enjin’s fingers brushed through your folds, collecting your slick on them as he pushed two inside you. Barely enough to make you feel full as he curled them inside you, prodding at the spongy spot inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch. His thumb teasingly flicking your clit side to side as you leaned into his touch, but it wasn’t enough—

You could feel his cock nudge your thigh, leaving silvery lines of pre against your skin as you raised your knee to press against it. It wasn’t enough, you needed more. Swallowing his moans in your throat as you felt him break the kiss with a grin, reaching down to hold your thighs together as he pushed the tip of his cock between them.

“You’re to pretty like this, you know that?” He hummed as he started fucking your thighs, the underside of his cock brushing against your slick folds with every roll of his hips as he towered over you.

Your hands reach up to mould your tits, pinching and tugging at your stiff nipples as you tried to give yourself some added stimulation. The graze of his shaft against your clit was barely enough to have you close, the pleasure ebbing inside you was becoming far too intense as your poor neglected hole throbbed pathetically around nothing.

“Put it in,” You whined, delirious from pleasure as you tried to shift your hips. Spreading your thighs to give him room to slip his drooling cock inside your wet heat.

“What?” Enjin stopped his thrusts abruptly, unsure he’d heard you right, “What did you say?”

“Fuck me, Enjin. Please.” You pout, trying to coax him inside your unprotected hole, “It’s not enough.”

“That’s too risky, sweetheart. I haven’t got—” Enjin swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he glanced down between your bodies to look at your tight heat. Your desperate hole fluttering around nothing as he thought about the way you felt when he stretched you open, fucking you into the shape of him.

“It’ll be fine.” You brushed his doubts away, shifting your hips as he kept his grip against your thighs, your cunt still angled in the perfect position for him to slide right in—

“You’re not on birth control.” You can tell his control is wavering, the excuses few and far between as you feel the length of his cock pressed firmly between your thighs. Coating himself in your messy slick, it would be so easy to just reach between your thighs to push him inside.

“So you can just pull out.” You deadpan, as though it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Just pull out. As if it was that fucking easy.

“That ain’t a reliable method of contraception, sweetheart and you know it.” You were frustrated now, huffing at his objections as he sounded like one of the textbooks from Korvus’ study.

“We’ll be fine.” You pressed, wide eyes practically pleading with him as you jut your lower lip out for good measure. You reached between your thighs to press the tips of your fingers against his heavy cock, smoothing the fresh bead of pre that oozed from the tip along the soft head.

“Oh yeah?” Enjin raised a brow, his chest concaving when you teased his cock, “Do you not remember what happened last time?”

The last time you’d had unprotected sex, you’d had a scare that resulted in Enjin searching trash piles for the chance of finding a pregnancy test. The futile search ended with you sat in front of the doctor being told that you weren’t pregnant, a result that Enjin still had to foot the bill for— but the stress and panic that came along with it were priceless.

“We shouldn’t risk it.” He shook his head, spreading your thighs apart, “I’ll still make you cum, baby.”

“Enjin, please,” You were whining now, but you didn’t even care, “Just pull out.”

It was cute that you trusted him enough to be able to pull out once he felt your warm, wet walls wrapped around his cock. Especially without the security and safety of that pesky latex barrier that always got in the way, and pinched around the base of his cock to stop him from feeling every inch of you.

His resolve was crumbling in front of you, and you could tell. Your fingers push down on the fat tip, dragging it through your messy folds as it caught against your tight hole. Gasping in satisfaction from the contact as you curved your hips, trying to angle them to dip him further inside. Your fluttering, unprepped hole practically inviting him in.

Just one slight buck of your hips and he’d practically be inside you. Stealing the air from your lungs when his swollen cockhead finally breaches your tight hole.

The stretch was intense. A high pitched mewl escaping your lips as you felt him begin to stretch you open, your cunt swallowing him as he rut his hips instinctively. Burying more of his length deeper in your pliant walls, eyes focused on the way you sucked him in as he disappeared inside you.

Fuck. Enjin grunts, watching you take him inch by inch as your warmth engulfed him. He’d forgotten how good you felt like this, and this was the exact moment he realised what a terrible idea it was. At this rate he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself as he felt you pulse around him. Tightening his grip on your hips as he released the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, certain he’d leave bruises in his wake as he stared down at the debauched sight beneath him.

Canting your hips pathetically as you tried to move beneath his harsh grip, doing nothing but pressing the thick tip against the spongy spot inside you as you ground yourself against his cock. At this rate he won’t even last a couple of measley thrusts, so Enjin knows he should pull out— to stop this before it goes any further.

But it had already gone far enough— when your warm hands grab for his shoulders and try to pull his frame down on top of you. The movement only serves to bury his cock even deeper inside your pliant walls as he chokes back a groan, and he starts to wonder why he’s even trying to stop you when the damage is surely already done.

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” He groans as he styles for a moment, cherishing the way your silky walls cling to him with no barriers, no limits.

“Fuck me please, Enjin.” You mewl, “I need it.”

And who is he to deny you?

He’s feral, using the harsh grip on your hips to slam you down on his cock. The rough hairs at the base tickle your clit with each downward motion, your slick mattes into it as you soak his length. Drooling down his balls as you cherish the sensation, trying to remember the last time he felt this good.

“So pretty, baby.” He coos, the shlick pap, pap, pap of his hips against yours fill the dingy room as he fucks into you with urgency. His chest heaves as he feels every inch of you pulse around him, coaxing him in and spurning him on as he sets a brutal pace.

It really has been way too fucking long.

Enjin is certain he’s going insane, delirium takes over as he feels you writhe beneath him. Focused on the way your tits bounce with each rough thrust as a feeble ‘oh’ leaves your lips every time he pushes back inside you, like a record stuck on repeat as he drives forward to pull the sound from you.

“You feel so good, Enjin,” You husk, “So fucking deep.”

Every ounce of restraint has left him now, and his balls are dangerously tight already. Throbbing at the prospect of emptying themselves into your warm, drooling heat. But he’s got to be good, he’s got to show restraint. Everything will be fine, he’ll be able to pull out like this and empty his release onto your stomach.

Enjin is certain there’s nothing in this world or all of the Heavens that feels as good as your warm, wet unprotected cunt feels wrapped around his thick cock. He leans down to pull one of your taut nipples between his teeth, lashing his tongue against it as he begins to suck hard. He feels the way your body responds to him, cunt clenching around his cock as more sinful noises slip past your lips.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, you always were so fucking noisy, positive the rest of the compound would be able to hear you “I’m close already.”

Enjin pushes two fingers inside your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence you, pressing down on the pad of your tongue as you pant hard. Closing your lips around them as you suck against his digits, doing nothing but exasperating the throb in his pelvis as he imagines your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, cum inside me please,” You babble incoherently, drunk on pleasure as the words are muffled by his fingers.

“That ain’t what we agreed.” He practically spits between clenched teeth because how is he supposed to deny you when you sound like that. His cock throbs in agreement with you, and Enjin is certain he’ll have to pull out now before it’s too late. He gives the side of your thigh, just below the swell of your ass a firm spank as you throb around him, “Stop being naughty.”

Enjin’s certain he could do anything to you when you’re like this now. So completely fucked out of your mind, completely intoxicated with arousal. You’d let him cum wherever he pleased without the faintest thought of the dangerous repercussions, burying his cock inside you to kiss your cervix as he douses your pliant walls with his spend. Pulling out to watch it drool from your abused hole before fucking it deeper inside you and filling you again, and again. Until your cunt is stuffed full and drooling with the soppy mixture of your combined releases. Until it all becomes too much and you’re begging for him to stop—

Fuck, he’s got to pull out now or he won’t at all. Enjin’s breath fans your face as he fists the sheets on either side of your head. Leaning his weight off you as he moves his hips back, hissing at the loss of contact.

“Please,” You gasp when you feel him begin to pull out, your thighs tighten around his hips as you lock your ankles behind his ass. Your painted nails dig into his broad shoulders as you cling to him for dear life, even your cunt feels tighter as Enjin chokes back a moan.

“You’re not behaving,” He bites through clenched teeth, hands move to your hips to hold you down in a feeble attempt to make you obey, “You’re being a brat.”

His blunt cockhead brushes your cervix as thick tears clump in your lashes, blinking them back to stare up at him with pleading eyes. Dangerously close to your bliss as you find yourself teetering on the edge of your release.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You chant in a dull mantra as your cunt tightens around him, practically trying to milk him of his release as Enjin is positive now your hips will be bruised from how hard he’s gripping to them.

“You said—” He snarls, trying to stop his final string of willpower from snapping.

“I know, I know,” You whine, “But I need it, please.”

How is he supposed to deny you now?

He cants his hips forward, feeling your thighs tighten around him even more as they limit his movement. Barely able to grind against you as the blunt tip of him spears the spongy spot inside you with each rough thrust. He’s losing his mind, he’s certain of it, from how fucked out you look beneath him.

“You need to let go, sweetheart,” He grunts, trying one more time to pull back from your tight cunt, his hands grip your thighs to try to loosen your grip, “I’m fuckin’ close.”

“No!” You tighten your grip in retaliation, shaking your head, “I want it, please—”

You’d sign his death sentence one day, he’s certain of it. Your fingers move down your tummy to rest over your mound as you press sloppy circles into your clit. The tips of your nails catch against the matted hair at his base as he tilts his head to watch your debauched movements, feeling the way you begin to clamp down around him when he knows you’re about to cum.

"Enjin, I'm gonna— I'm cumming,” And you do— you cum hard.

And then he fucking loses it.

“Fuckin’ shit—” Enjin’s hips buck wildly as the last bit of resolve he’s been clinging to crumbles to nothing, “You little minx.”

As soon as he feels your walls begin to clamp down around him, he’s a goner. Eyes roll back into his skull as he spills thick white ropes of cum deep inside your unprotected cunt. His hips buck wildly as he’s lost to the pleasure, your walls eagerly milking him of all he’s got to give as he fucks his spend deeper inside you. Inside your ripe, fertile womb.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” He snarls, blunt painted nails dig into your hips as he holds you steady, emptying his balls inside you as he coats your insides. Leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your pouty lips as he gives you every last drop, so much that it leaks down his shaft and balls and onto the sheets beneath you.

“This is your fault.” He groans as your thighs finally go lax, allowing him to slip his softening cock from your pulsing walls as he looks down between your thighs at the mess you made. He refuses to blame himself for this, especially when it’s all your fault.

It’s obscene. The way his cum drools out of your abused hole and trickles down towards your ass, pooling on the sheets between your legs as Enjin wonders how that’s all his. It can’t be, some of it has got to be you too. The creamy rings around the base of his cock evidence of your arousal as he leans down closer to spread your folds open with his thumbs. Watching intently as your stretched hole continues to pulse around nothing as it pushes more of his seed out.

“Enjin, don’t.” Your hips jerk when he presses two slender digits inside your entrance, shamelessly fucking his cum back inside you with his fingers as he scoops some up that drooled down towards your asshole. Next time he’d fuck you there so he doesn’t have to worry about you being all round and plump with his child— not that that would even be the worse thing in the world, he ponders. His spent cock already stirs to life at the thought, half hard and throbbing at the prospect as he settles himself lower. Wrapping his arms around your upper thighs as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your puffy clit.

“Fuck, I’m too sensitive.” You whine as he tongues your slit, following the trail of your release as he prods it inside your worn hole. Pushing it inside you to scoop out the globs of his release as he sucks it into his mouth, nose bumping your clit as your fingers immediately thread through his messy blond hair.

There’s just so much, he’s definitely going to have to take you to the Doctors the next morning he thinks. Nudging your clit with his nose as he adds a solo finger to join his tongue, scooping as much of his seed from your quivering hole as he can while he works you towards another climax.

“Enjin,” You cry out in bliss, toes curling as you gush around him. Trying to blink back the white spots that cloud your vision as he presses a few more sloppy kisses to your overstimulated sex, thankful that he’s managed to get most of his spend from your weeping hole although he’s certain it’s not enough.

Moving up your body to grip your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he forces your mouth open, puckering his lips as he spits a mixture of spit and your combined release onto your tongue. Feeling the depraved mixture hit the back of your throat as you swallow it eagerly, tasting him on your tongue as desire begins to swirl in your abdomen once more. Noticing his cock is still half-hard and glistening with your slick as you reach down to wrap your palm around him, but Enjin’s reflexes are quicker as he catches your wrist in one hand.

“Don’t you dare,” He groans, “You’ve already got us into this much of a mess. We’re going to have to go to the Doctors first thing.”

“So,” You practically sing as Enjin flops down onto the worn mattress beside you with a huff, already knowing exactly where this is going, “If we have to go anyway, we might as well make the most of it.”

You’re already shifting beside him to swing your thigh over his hips to settle on top of him with a smug grin. His cock nestled below your warm heat as you drag yourself along the length of him, “Think about the money you’ll save on condoms.”

Yeah, and all the galla wasted on emergency contraception, Enjin groans internally.

Although his thoughts are swiftly forgotten the moment you wrap your hand around the base of him to sink yourself down on him inch by inch. Suddenly he’s not so angry that he got sold a dud condom, not when he feels the way your silky walls cling to every inch of him as you hit the base.

Yeah, it was worth it.

#enjin x reader #Enjin smut #gachiakuta x reader #Gachiakuta smut

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Find Your Way Back Home: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Dean turns to you for comfort whenever he is feeling vulnerable and emotional. You try to help in any way you can, even if it means giving yourself to him physically. He tries to push you out of his life but you show him that you're not going anywhere.

Author’s Note: This is the third part of six parts of the commission for @winchester-sinchester. Dean is twenty-six, the reader is eighteen, and Sam is twenty-four.

x

It’s been two weeks since you’ve seen or talked to Dean after he promised to stay with you. Maybe he had a good reason for leaving but then why didn’t he just tell you? Did he only tell you what you wanted to hear? Does he feel the same way as you do for him? Your roommate returned home last week but the place feels empty without Dean in it.

You’re in the kitchen making something to eat when you glance at your phone that’s sitting on the counter.

“Why are you staring at your phone like it’s talking to you?” your roommate, Jessica, asks.

“I’m debating on calling someone.”

“Who?” You don’t answer her. “Just call him.”

“How do you know it’s a him?”

“You’re looking at your phone in hope. I know for a fact you’re not into women, and you wouldn’t be looking at your phone if he was just a friend.”

You hate how perceptive she can be. You finish making your food and set the plate on the counter only to pick up your phone. You dial Dean’s number before you can stop yourself and place the phone at your ear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he answers in two rings.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? You left, Dean. You promised me you’d stay.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. My dad needed me. Sam’s gone and he needed some help on a hunt.”

“You could have left me a note or something.”

“If it helps anything, I did enjoy my time with you.”

Just like that, he brings a smile to your face. Your first time is exactly how they describe in books. It was passionate and magical.

“Me, too. When can I see you again?”

“Well, I’m finishing a hunt right now but I can come down after.”

“Okay. There’s a diner here that has amazing burgers. I think you’d like it.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Heat spreads from your neck to your cheeks, and you turn away from your roommate so she doesn’t see how quickly you’ve fallen for Dean.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” you chuckle.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you in a few days.”

You hang up on Dean with a smile on your face.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Jessica asks.

“No, but I’m hoping he might be.”

Four days go by antagonizing slowly. Your homework sits on your computer untouched because all you can think about is Dean and his hands on you. He made good on his promise and showed up at your dorm by the end of the week, and you hate how quickly you’re running down the stairs to greet him.

“Dean!” you smile and fling yourself into his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” he smiles.

He leans down and captures your lips with his. It feels good to finally be in his arms. Your body screams at you for his touch but you want something more than just sex. You want to know his mind and connect with him on a deeper level than just physical.

“So, the diner doesn’t close until really late but I was thinking if we go there now, we’ll still have enough time to go bowling afterwards. There is a place near here that’s pretty cool. The lanes light up.”

Dean bends slightly and hooks his hands underneath your thighs. You’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall, but you don’t mind the position. He slides his hands over your ass to keep you close to him as he walks inside your building. The door is propped open since they are having new students come in and apply to live there next year. No one is in the lobby as Dean carries you through it and up the stairs to your floor.

“I have a better idea,” he grins and kisses your neck when he reaches your front door.

You didn’t lock it for this exact reason so he pushes it open and slams it shut behind him. Jessica is in class so it’s just you two again. The thought of having him inside you again is getting you wetter than you care to admit. Ever since your first time, you’ve craved his touch. You haven’t been with another man since you don’t want anyone else but him.

“I don’t think I can wait this time, Dean. I just need you inside me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

He lays you on your bed and runs his hands down your clothed legs. He doesn’t want you to think you’re some booty call but damn, he can’t think about anything else but your pussy. He undoes the string on the front of your sweats and pulls them down your legs along with your panties. He really isn’t wasting time on you.

Dean unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his briefs along with it. His cock springs free with a red angry tip. Precome drizzles down the side of his cock, making your mouth water at the sight. You want to taste him but later, you will. Dean grabs a condom from his pocket and rips it open with his teeth, careful not to break the rubber. He slides it onto his aching cock before running the tip through your folds.

You’re about to bite out some snappy remark when he shoves himself into your drenched pussy. You tip your head back and moan his name while grabbing at whatever you can. Dean falls onto you but catches himself before he can crush you.

“Damn, sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. Have you fucked anyone after me?”

“No, only you,” you moan.

Dean sets s a fast pace that has you both climbing to your climaxes at the same time. You come around him first followed by himself right after. It’s a short but intense session that’s got your legs shaking and your heart racing. You’re kind of embarrassed for not lasting long but you just missed him so much. Dean pulls out of you and discards the condom before pulling his pants up.

“If you’re hungry we can go to the diner or we can go bowling first. If you still want to.”

“Eat first. I’m starving.”

You get dressed in something more public-appropriate before leaving your dorm with Dean. The diner is located very close to your college so that college students can walk there if they don’t have a car, but Dean still uses his to get there. It’s not packed which is good so you and Dean can have some peace and quiet compared to moments ago.

The waitress brings you two some menus before leaving to tend to other customers. You look through it briefly before looking at Dean in thought. He looks… tired… worn out. He looks like the shit his father has thrown at him is finally catching up with him. He should be experiencing life in his twenties, not fighting and killing monsters.

“How’s your dad doing?” you ask.

“He’s… dad.”

Well, that’s not vague at all.

“How’s Sam doing?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You haven’t been by to visit him?”

“Nope.”

“Why? You came to see me, and I’m pretty sure I’m farther than Stanford.”

“He left this family. I didn’t make him do anything he didn't want to do. He left us. Why should I go after him when he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with us?” Dean scoffs.

“Dean--”

“Anyway, how are you doing? How is school?”

Dean hates talking about his family because it makes him emotional which makes him vulnerable. He hates feeling vulnerable so he avoids talking about things he knows will make him that. You want to pry but you don’t want him to leave so you leave it alone for now.

“School is good. All of my classes are pretty easy.”

“Still all online?”

“Every one of them. I can still go with you, you know? Company or to help hunt.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to drag you into this mess.”

“You did when I was ten.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

He doesn’t want you with him but you’re going to keep trying.

“You know, I’ve gotten better at fighting. My building has a gym that I’ve been using almost every day. My aim is better and I’ve read on a ton of lore. I can help you and your dad.”

“I don’t want to taint your innocence.”

Dean didn’t come here to discuss the possibility of you hunting with him full-time. You’re eighteen. He wants you to get an education and stay away from this life as much as you can. He wants you to stay away from him but he can’t seem to stop himself from coming back to you. After a delicious dinner, you two head back to your dorm room where he spends the night.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You let that comfort you into a deep slumber but the fear of not seeing him in the morning is what wakes you up. The spot next to you on the bed is empty but warm which means he left it not too long ago. Is he still here? Did he break his promise again? Before you can overthink, you hear someone cooking something in the kitchen. You throw on something to wear and head out to see Dean in the kitchen making eggs.

“You stayed,” you smile.

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“So, we didn't get to go bowling yesterday, but there is this place north of here that has a bunch of activities to do like escape rooms and rage rooms. I figure we can go up there for the day.” Dean flips the eggs in the pan but doesn’t say anything. “Dean?”

“I can’t stay,” he says without turning around.

If he had, he would have seen your face drop.

“What? Why not?”

“My dad called me. He didn’t know I took this little trip and needed me to come back. He’s pissed but I’m hoping by the time I get to him, he might have calmed down.”

“Are you sure? What if you didn’t go back?”

“I have to,” he sighs. He puts the eggs on a plate and sets it in front of you. “He’s my dad and he needs me.”

“Let me come with you.”

“No.” Dean sees the look of sadness in your eyes and walks around the counter to stand next to you. He grabs both sides of your face and kisses you slowly. “I’ll be back.”

You both know he won’t… not for a while. Dean is gone before you know it, and you look down at the eggs he made for you. Suddenly, you’re not so hungry. The first few days after Dean left are spent in your room crying over him. The fourth and fifth day is spent studying and working on your homework as best as you can. The seventh day is the day you realize that you’re an adult and can do whatever you want. Who is Dean to tell you that you can’t help him on hunts?

If you want to go to him then you’re going to go to him. It’s not hard to pack up some of your shit and continue your schoolwork online from anywhere in the country. Dean told you where he and his dad were in case you ever needed him, and that’s where you’re headed now.

There is only one motel on this long stretch of road so it has to be the one Dean and John are staying in. You knock on the door when you get there and wait for Dean to answer. The curtains shift cautiously before the door opens.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dean asks.

He has his gun in his hands thinking it could be a monster instead of you.

“I’m helping you. Are you going to let me in?”

“Sure,” he mutters and steps aside. “What do you mean you’re helping me?”

“I told you. All my classes are online. You need me.”

Dean has to give you credit. You’re persistent. He closes the door with a quiet chuckle.

“You sure you’re ready for this life?”

“How hard can it be? You do it,” you tease.

You’re ready to take this next step with Dean even if ends in heartbreak and disaster.

x

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[soothinglee]

what's it like dating ethan landry - scream iv.✓

synopsis: what's it like dating ethan landry.

caution: taylor swift hate (sorry if you like her, i guess.), !black reader implied. gender neutral reader, light swearing, headcannon/ dialogue, short(er) reader, not necessarily cannon, no spoilers, mention of toxic family. if there's anything i left out please let me know.

word count: f if i knew.

authors note: this is my first time writing for the scream franchise, let alone writing something like this (I think) so it's going to be something. let me know if i should do more like this for the future. don't forget to like and reblog!<3

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legit the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

will carry your books from classroom to classroom.

it wouldn't even matter if you guys weren't in the same class, he would be 10 minutes late to his and still would accompany you.

though he doesn't really have to worry about tardies because your teacher will see you walk in first and already have a slip ready to go.

he loves helping you do your hair, will literally stop anything he's doing to tangle his crusty fingers in your braids. (if you are not black, you can ignore these next couple of bullets.)

tells you all the time that he wants to watch you take them down. a.k.a, grab your keys and come over to my house.

if your hands start to get tired from hours of taking down, combing out, and cutting your braids, expect that he will notice and expect that he will expect you to ask him to help you.

before you could even get the words "ethan, i need your help :(." out of your mouth, he's sitting behind you with some scissors and a comb with a goofy grin.

wash days with him are terrible. and I mean god awful.

somehow (bless his heart) he gets shampoo in his mouth, water all over the counters, dripping onto the floor, and the back-half of your shirt wet, AND half a bottle of conditioner wasted because he doesn't know how to listen.

safe to say that he's learned his lesson after you come up from the faucet with the angriest face ever.

imagine, glaring eyes, scrunched nose, and the mom butthole lips.

his music taste sucks. slightly. before dating you he was a big swiftie-country lovin' freak.

afterwards- superb. i'm talking pinkpantheress, beyoncé, brent faiyaz, childish gamibno, clairo, don toliver, hell even frank ocean.

the song "heaven sent" by tevomxntana reminds him of you.

tries to do his best helping you pick out your outfits when you guys go somewhere but fails drastically.

but it's excepted because all he wears is polo's and plain long sleeve shirts. and if he's feeling fancy- slap a flannel over it.

it's safe to say that you've helped him develop a style of his own.

"ethan, help." another thrifted shirt flies over your head and onto the bed next to ethan's feet. he looks up from his econ textbook and sets it down, getting up to stand behind you. wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you can see his hunched over figure in the mirror in your peripheral. it makes you giggle lightly.

"hm," he thinks for a second, taking a thorough look of your closet. after a minute his eyes light up quickly before releasing himself from you and to the clothes. it takes him a few second to find stuff in the mess, but eventually pulls out a one-size-smaller pink polo shirt on one arm, and low-waisted khakis underneath.

after shoving them in your hands, you take a look over the outfit, and through digusted eyes shrug your shoulders to say "why this?"

he releases a short but airy huff and widely grins, "we'd be matching!"

"hell no."

since he's taller than you (taller then everyone really) he helps you get things off of the top shelf, and will scream at you if you try to do it without his help.

to be completely fair, the last time you tried to be independent and do it yourself it ended with a week long hospital visit and 12 stitches.

if you bend over, let's say under a table, to get something and there's a sharp edge, his hand will be over it to make sure you don't get hurt.

the type of boyfriend that when you spill something over your shirt in public and get embarrassed, will take his shirt off and give it to you and just walk around shirtless. (you'll have to go into a store and buy him another because people won't stop staring.)

will walk on the side of the sidewalk near traffic.

will boast about how tall he is but will get mad when you retaliate.

he'll help you with your econ work but if you still don't get it he'll end up just doing the whole thing.

you force him to get couple manicures(but he's not one of those that gets the clear polish, will go neon pink with hello kitty stickers if you ask him to.)

says cringey things like, "yellooow?" when answering the phone, "don't let the bed bugs bite," when you guys say your final goodbyes before you sleep, or "you got this one?" when the bill comes back at a restaurant after you both agree that he's paying this time.

a cold shiver runs over your spine every. single. time.

but you're around him so much you catch yourself saying the same things to your friends.

(they've noticed, and it takes a lot out of them to not mention it.)

if you own plants and they start dying, just leave them on his doorstep and he'll return it back healthy and a fresh green. you never know how, he just has a green thumb.

he doesn't talk alot about his home life, all you know is that his dad was very toxic.

knows how to make you feel better after a rough day. it's like he senses it because as soon as you walk through the door there's a large mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, your favorite dish, and a movie playing on the flat screen in the living room.

he's just overall the best, and everyone deserves an ethan :').

thank you for reading! :)

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[her-favorite]

MOVIE NIGHT; C. MONAGHAN

CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is rushed and boring, but cam posted that pic (yesterday, when i made this) and it’s so hot so i needed to write something even though nothing correlates 😭 pwp!! also, obvi you need a condom or be on the pill but this is a fic so.. go with the flow!!

WC: 4212

A/N: i am SO excited for halloween, so it’s (sort of?) set up during October!! - the pic im talking about is the middle one btw!!

SUMMARY: A sweet movie night with Cameron ended in something more

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The smell of cinnamon wafted through the small apartment.

The candle was brand new as the flame on top was slowly burning down farther. The scent was relaxing as it overtook the room inside your living space, adding a nice aura to the interior.

Plastic pumpkins were spaced out on different tables, fake spiders were hung up on the walls, and small lights were hung up on the table that supported the tv. Decorating for halloween was always fun since you could go any direction you wanted to. Staying up late and watching horror movies or buying candy and using the excuse that you had trick or treaters at the door.

Tonight, you and your friend Cameron were planning a movie night. Whenever he was free, you both would message back and forth, trying to figure out plans to see each other. Last week, you both came to the agreement to binge scary movies and stay inside. You had been the one to suggest the idea and Cameron immediately accepted, saying that it would be nice to relax because of his work situation.

The both of you had known each other for years. It started as a school friendship when you two were little, occasionally having playdates or hanging out on the playground. Once you both started middle school, you both would hangout at each other’s houses and would walk around the neighborhood to buy some ice cream. Eventually, as more time passed, the both of you grew even closer and kept in touch frequently. Even with his busy schedule for his acting, he managed to sort out his plans and always made sure he had time for you.

You always tried to tell yourself that it was true and it was just a thought in the back of your head that just wanted attention. But as you matured, you dreadfully came to the conclusion that you had feelings for your best friend. You were in denial for so long, that only recently you realized. It was hard to push those thoughts away when you were with him, but he never seemed to notice. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Your phone vibrated against the coffee table as you rushed over to grab it. A smile graces your lips as you see the notification laying on top. Speak of the devil…

Omw! It’s my turn to pick the movie this time Y/N! Don’t think you can persuade me again.. ;)

A laugh bubbles up from your throat as you reread his text. The last time you both had a movie night, it was his turn to pick a movie he liked. When he ended up picking one you weren’t particularly a fan of, you managed to make him switch his decision in promise of you making his favorite food. It was quite easy to make him bend to your will, but you always told yourself that it’s just what friends do for each other. You would’ve done the same thing for him.

As you turn on the tv, it sits on the main menu, waiting for instructions. Setting down the remote, you make your way over towards the candy you had bought earlier that day and poured it into a bowl; resting it on the coffee table so you both could share the snacks while the movie played.

As soon as you reached out to grab your phone, there were two knocks at your door before hearing it open. Your lips curled up automatically at the sound. A glimpse of ginger hair was seen before he walks away from the door, towards you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Cameron smiles wide as he walks to you. He quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you close to him. The close proximity makes your face feel hot, but you put your arms around his torso in response.

“Hey, Cam.” The smile on your face was heard through your words. You pull away and look up at him as you both take away your arms. His eyes scan around your apartment, taking in all of the decorations.

“Wow, you really went all out this year.” He chuckles, picking up a plastic pumpkin that sat on the small table in front of the couch. It looked almost miniature in his palm, his fingers engulfing the object.

“You know how much I love Halloween, Cam.” You smile and walk around him and towards the couch. Your hands wrapped around the small remote and you hold it out. “It’s your turn.” You hand it to him as you watch his pale digits put down the pumpkin and grab the remote from you.

He gives you a smirk before sitting down on the couch and spreading out his legs. He looked at your apartment like it was his. That was just one thing you liked about him; how comfortable he was with you. It made you feel fuzzy inside; a safe feeling.

Walking over towards the light switch you flick it down as the only light source is the tv and the small orange lights that hung on the small table that was supporting the electronic. Cameron was still scrolling through Netflix, listing off the pro’s and con’s of each one that he didn’t choose. An occasional laugh sounded from your mouth when he would say something bad about one every now and then.

You took a seat next to him on the cushion as your eyes swept across his face. His side profile was just as beautiful as the front; his perfectly shaped nose, his pink lips and his green eyes staring forward. Before he could catch you, your eyes averted away from him and towards the screen.

“This is why I never let you pick. You take forever, Cam.” You tease him, laughing softly. Your back rested on the pillow that was against the arm on the couch, facing the man that sat a couple feet from you. You nudge his thigh with your foot as you smile, holding back a laugh that wanted to leave your throat.

Suddenly, he grabs your foot and moves it away from him. “Watch where you’re putting that thing.” He teases with a smile. He sends you a wink before looking back at the screen, the bright light illuminating his features.

A light stubble graced his jaw and wrapped around his chin, trailing up above his top lip. His sharp jawline was still visible, even with the lights off. As your eyes trailed down his arm, they met with his hand that gripped the remote. Two rings held a finger each, the silver band grasping them tight.

The sound of a movie starting harshly ripped you out of your daydream. He leans forward and sets down the remote on the coffee table and then leans back on the couch, stretching his arm out on the back of it.

“What is this?” You says begrudgingly, but the smile on your face told otherwise. He looks over at you with a smirk.

“Scream, duh.” Before you could open your mouth, he puts a finger up. “C’mon, Y/N. It’s a classic. You can’t not watch Scream when it’s Halloween time.” Cameron teases and pokes your leg. He laughs when you swat at him, retreating his arm to rest on the back of the couch again. It didn’t take much convincing for you to agree, letting the title screen show.

Minutes into the movie, your position grows uncomfortable. Your side started to ache as you lie on it and your legs are started to cramp up as they’re pressed against you. Without your knowledge, Cameron notices your predicament. Startling you, a hand pats your leg gently. “You can stretch out your legs, Y/N.” He assures you, giving you that perfect smile of his. You swore that smile alone could make you melt.

You quickly accept his offer and move onto your back, leaning against the pillow. You straighten out your legs fully, before moving them back into the spot they were before. You were close with Cameron, but you didn’t want to push anything. Especially with the thought in the back of your mind that kept reminding you about your undeniable crush on him.

You hear a quiet sigh before hands grab your legs and stretch them across his lap. It catches you off guard at first, looking away from the tv to see what your friend was doing. You were leaning back on the pillow that rested against the arm of the couch as your body was facing Cameron, your legs now straight and laying on his lap. You couldn’t say you were upset about it.

He doesn’t say anything as he stares forward, watching Stu, Billy, Sydney and Tatum have a conversation. You try and swallow down a smile, looking away from him and back to the screen. A warm hand rested on your shin, a hot feeling running through your body.

Seconds to minutes pass by, his finger slowly starting to move back and forth, rubbing against the fabric of your pants. Maybe it was a subconscious thing, maybe not, but either way, it made you feel giddy. Other movie nights consisted of hugs, talking, sharing food, some times cuddling, but tonight felt different. The mood wasn’t the same, and the intentions didn’t feel familiar.

His other hand came down and rested on the same leg, starting to get higher. It sat on your knee, drawing small circles into the soft fabric with his thumb. Cameron still hasn’t taken one look away from the movie, whether that was on purpose, to add to the teasing, or just because he was too afraid to see your reaction.

The room started to feel warmer as the cinnamon smell of the candle still traveled through the tense air. As Ghostface talked to Sydney on the phone, the sounds of the movie started to get quieter. It felt like everything was changing. You weren’t sure if you were making up this whole situation and Cameron was just making a sweet gesture towards you, but you made it out to be the opposite; that he had the same feelings for you and that he wanted to act on them. At least that’s what you were hoping for.

The warm sensation of his hand gradually moved up, now landing on your thigh. Your eyes never left his face as he finally looked away from the tv and met your gaze. His eyes were as soft as ever, showing no hostility or aggression. He was being sweet, just as you thought earlier.

“Can I?” It came out as a whisper, his pink lips barely moving. Over time, his body grew closer to yours. Responding to him without words, you moved up from your leaning position and became just inches away from his face. You nodded your head fast as your hand gently held his jaw.

“Can I?” You whisper back, staring down at his lips. He nods softly, quickly leaning forward and meeting your lips together. His were soft, a little chapped as you suspected that he was biting them earlier. The pressure of your top lip in between his sent chills down your spine as you maneuvered your body to straddle him. He groaned into the kiss at your new position, resting his hands on the outside of your thighs gently.

Breaking away from the kiss, you both kept yourselves just inches away from each other. Your lips were hot with his breath as you stared into his eyes and vice versa. His pupils were dilated as he looked at you, never once taking his eyes off of yours. The eye contact wasn’t filled with lust, more so a hunger for each other. It was sweet and loving, something that you craved from him.

“Fuck, Y/N..” Cameron’s voice was deeper as he whispered, squeezing his hands on your skin. That was all you needed to pull him in for another kiss. It was heated and messy, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. Your hand traveled to the back of his head, clutching his bright orange hair into your hand. The groan that escaped his mouth could’ve made you cum on the spot.

His hands drifted up and rested on your hips and squeezed. The unexpected pressure made your hips roll forwards against his lap, moans escaping the both of your lips. Both of your hands cupped the sides of his face as you broke apart, keeping close to each other. Silent words were exchanged to the other, wondering what was happening. Neither of you tried to stop it.

“Can I take care of you?” Cameron’s voice was quiet, but you heard it perfectly. The room was quiet to you, the sound of the tv only becoming background noise. It was just the both of you, sitting together, kissing. It felt like a dream.

“Yes. Please.” Your words left your mouth immediately. Giving in to him was an automatic response, something that you would agreed to in an instant. It was like second nature to you.

A soft smile takes over his lips, leaning forward to press them against yours. The kiss was gentle this time, telling you how much he enjoyed this; that he wasn’t taking advantage of it. It was reassuring in a sense that you felt like you could trust him to do anything in that moment. You wouldn’t have to be on cloud nine for that though.

Feeling a hand wound up your back and applying enough pressure against you, he starts to lean forward and moves you onto your back. The kiss never breaks as your positioned back onto the couch with Cameron hovering over you now. Your hand moved up to cup his cheek as you deepen it, gently nipping at his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it. Almost immediately, he accepts your offer. Your free hand traveled down his side and clutched his shirt tightly, signaling that you wanted it off.

You’ve seen Cameron without a shirt numerous times, whether it was going for a swim, on a show, coming out of the shower, but his perfect stature never failed to leave you staring.

He leaves your lips to bring his hands behind his back and throws his shirt off, absentmindedly tossing it somewhere neither of you cared for at the moment. Your hands raked down his toned torso, a small patch of ginger hair leading into his pants. His v-line was impressive, the sharp edges quickly catching your attention. His abs were flexed as he hovered over you, making sure not to put any of his weight on top of you.

His warm palms glided under your shirt, teetering at the edge of your pants. You lift up your arms, inviting him to take the fabric off of you. He follows through quickly as he takes it off and throws it in the same direction as his. He leans down and scatters kisses on your neck, traveling to your jawline and down. His lips kept getting lower, kissing down your collarbone and sucking on the skin. A soft moan was taken from your throat at the sudden pleasure, your hand returning to his hair and tugging gently. His lips vibrated against your skin, sending a new sensation through your body.

Moving down the valley between your breasts, he kissed over one before taking it in his mouth and sucking. A louder noise than before left your lips, your mouth agape. Your breathing got faster as seconds went by, silently hoping he couldn’t feel it. Though you were sure he could.

Giving the same treatment to your other breast, he eventually kissed down your body, reaching the top of your pants. With a look up at you, he accepted your nod of approval and slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Slowly dragging it down your legs, he tossed the fabric on the floor. His hands rested on your shins, patiently gliding up your legs until they landed on your thighs. He leaned back down and kissed above your panties. They weren’t anything special, normal underwear you’d get from the store for cheap.

“Cute.” He teases and hooks his finger in the top of them with a quiet laugh. Heat raises on your face as you smack his shoulder lightly, causing a chuckle to leave him. He was still your Cameron, the goofy boy you’ve known since pre-school. The realization that you were about to have sex with your best friend suddenly hit you as he squeezed your thighs once more. Your mind was telling you that this was everything you wanted and more, that he wanted this too. And you quickly followed that thought, living off of the thrill that your best friend, and crush, liked you the same way you liked him.

“Can I?” His soft voice cut you out of your thoughts. You looked down at him from his position between your legs as he asked for permission to take off your panties. You nodded in response. Hooking his fingers under the fabric, he pulls them down and throws them in the same pile as your pants. Without hesitation, he leans down and spreads your legs. One of his hands squeezes itself under your thigh and puts it on his shoulder. His free hand reaches forward and spreads you out before he leans in and licks a stripe up your slit. An involuntary moan leaves your mouth at the feeling, sensing his smirk against you.

“Y’taste so fucking good.” He groans before leaning down again and wrapping his lips around your clit. His freckle-covered hand stays put as his finger slides through your slit. You could practically feel your wetness slide down onto the couch. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were aroused by the man, but he didn’t seem to care. And the large tent in his pants didn’t seem to mind either.

The hand that steadied your thigh dug his nails into your skin, leaving harsh crescent moon shapes in them. You were caught off guard, too focused on the feeling of his lips on you, when you felt his finger inside you. Your hand instinctively reached down to his hair and gripped it, trying to ground yourself. The groan he let out vibrated against you, stimulating your pleasure even more.

“Cam, I..” Your words were cut off as the knot inside you grew tighter. Another finger joins the one inside you, his pace getting faster as seconds pass. The cool sensation of his rings would tease you as they barely touched you. The sound of your wetness hitting his fingers filled the room as the tv grew quieter. His eyes never left your body as they altered between looking at where you and his fingers met to your eyes. He felt the strong grip you had on him as he leaned back down and took your clit back in his mouth.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me, wanna taste you.” His voice was quiet as he doesn’t even think about moving away from you. That was all you needed as one final suck and the feeling of his long fingers curling inside you brought you to your edge. Your back arched and your fingers tugged his hair harshly. Your thighs shook as you came down from your high, soft moans of his name leaving your lips like a prayer. Your breathing was fast and heavy, trying to gain it back.

Looking back down at him, you’re met with sight of him pulling his pale digits out of you and bringing them up to his lips. All of the air you just gained back left you as your eyes followed the way his lips looked around his fingers, slowly pulling them out of his mouth.

“So fucking good.” He groaned before moving back over you and pressing his lips against yours passionately. You quickly followed his lead and kissed back with fervor. Your hand moved down his body and rested on his belt. As your hand got lower, you cupped the bulge in his pants, feeling the groan he let out into the kiss. Your hands fumbled with his belt quickly, wanting it gone. He broke away with a chuckle, noticing your urgency. He takes your hands in his to stop you and lets them go before undoing his belt and fly, throwing his pants somewhere across the room.

Catching him off guard this time, you push him back against the couch and move down on the floor. You were kneeling in front of him as your hands met with the soft waistband of his boxer briefs. Cameron’s hand reached forward and rested on the back of your head gently, letting you take your time. You leaned forward and scattered light kisses on the print through the fabric, teasing him when you kiss his tip. His jaw clenched at the feeling and his hand grew tighter in your hair.

As you reached forward to move your hands into his boxers, he lifted up his hips so you could take them off. Setting them off to the side, you took in his naked body before you. It was better than your dreams and imagination. You were convinced he was sculpted by a god.

Wrapping your hand around him, he inhaled sharply at the quick action. Stroking up and down slowly to tease him, you keep eye contact with him. A whisper of a smirk graces the corner of his lips when he realizes what you were doing. You lean forward suddenly and take the tip in your mouth, moving your tongue around him. A guttural moan escapes him, sending a certain kind of heat straight to your core.

You started to move your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could. The hand on the back of your head encouraged you as you took him deeper, stroking what you couldn’t handle. Quiet curses and stutters were said from under his breath, just barely catching your ears. The thought of you causing him this much pleasure was exhilarating, a sense of pride overtaking you.

As you feel his hand get tighter and his body starting to stiffen, it was obvious to you that he was getting close. He pushes you back as his chest heaves up and down. A light string of saliva attaches from your lips to his tip, reaching his thumb forward to wipe it away. It only seemed to spur him on more.

“When I cum, I wanna be inside you.” His words made you moan, a sound that was unwillingly taken from you. His smirk grew wider at the noise, extending his arms to bring you back up on the couch with him. Back in the position you were before with you lying down on the cushions and him hovering over you, he grasps your thigh and throws it over his waist. “You sure you want this, Y/N?” His voice was hot as he talked, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded.

“Yes.” That was all he needed as he thrusted forward, seating himself fully inside of you. A loud moan was ripped from both of your throats, filling the apartment. Giving you time to adjust, he catches your signal and starts to move backwards. As the tip just barely stays inside you, he teases you before thrusting forward again and moving completely inside. More sounds were filling the air as he started a rhythm, hitting you perfectly.

It wasn’t entirely lust driven, it felt intimate and nice to have him so close to you. It was a safe kind of feeling, something you hoped to feel more of.

The sound of skin slapping skin started to get louder as time passed, his short nails digging into the same spot they were earlier. Cameron leans down quickly, smashing your lips together in a desperate kiss. Tongues battle and teeth fight, the both of you chasing your release. Your body started to tighten, the knot inside of you beginning to snap.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His words were mumbled, so caught up with the pleasure he was feeling. He could tell you were close at the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. It drove him closer to the edge, getting enough energy to thrust harder inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you cry out.

As soon as your body shook with pleasure and mouth opened, he joined you, his nails piercing your skin and your name leaving his lips like a song. Once the both of you relaxed, his body slumped down on yours, his muscles tense and his body tired. A soft laugh left you and your arms enveloped around his shoulders, one of your hands coming up to brush through his hair softly.

The both of you lied there as seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours until you both ended up falling asleep. You guess tomorrow will be the day you guys figure everything out, but you have a feeling that everything’s gonna be okay.

Your best friend, and your crush, was laying in your arms. And that was all you ever needed.

#cameron monaghan #cameron monaghan x reader #cameron monaghan smut #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x you #jeremiah valeska smut

[boomhoon]

LOVE SHHH!

A Jay drabble- inspired by Jo Yuri

Synopsis- You’ve declared love dead in your heart, but an unexpected meeting in the hallway has you head over heels for a man who doesn’t even know your name!

Content- gn reader, implied to be set in a highschool, strangers to ???, fluff, Jay calls reader pretty, one swear word in the first sentence, Jay is in a band (☠️). not proofread, 801 WC.

Love is shit.

It’s pointless. A waste of time. A waste of emotion. And i’m definitely done with it.

My last lover cheated on me with a girl at some random party, and my first love ghosted me without any warning. That one a lot hurt because we were doing so well and I still saw them around town (and because they were my very first). The rest in between have been horrible blurs of toxicity and boredom.

Was love always this bad? No. It used to be magical, something I yearned for. Feeling loved, and loving others is something everyone should experience. But is it all we need? Once again, no! I’m free to love myself, do things how I want to, and enjoy everything by mysel-

“Oh my gosh- I’m so sorry, let me pick these up for you.” I bumped into someone in the hall and ended up slammed against the floor. My books and other school materials were scattered all across. People slowly walked by, and made the awkward move of bending to help but then walking away. I groaned quietly, and started picking them up myself. “It’s okay, I should've paid more attention.” I mumbled.

I looked up and saw a gentle hand extend towards me. I grabbed it, and instead of pulling myself up, another hand gingerly came to my back to help pull me up. That’s when I saw him. He had rose gold specs on, he was dressed better than some runway models, he had on cologne which smelt citrusy, and musky. He had concerned eyes, and a soft smile.

“Are you sure you’re all right? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The man nervously chuckled as his hands retracted from me. I blinked a few times in awe before responding, “Oh no, i’m not hurt at all! Please, don’t worry about it.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but nodded his head in understanding. “Okay, I’ll trust you on that.” He bent down to retrieve the last of my items before handing them to me. He stopped once he took notice of a certain item. It was a guitar pick, a miscellaneous object I had left in my pocket. But it happened to catch his interest.

“You play the guitar?” He asked a small smile of intrigue, and he looked up from the pick, his head still tilted downwards.

“Yeah.” I nodded quickly, trying to ignore the way he was looking at me. “The acoustic one.” I clarified.

This man was gorgeous.

He nodded, pulling his fingers away from my stuff, and readjusting his specs carefully. “I do too. I’ve also tried out the electric guitar. “I started last year, and it’s become my new favorite hobby.” He suddenly started speaking at a rapid pace. “Did you know that acoustic guitars date back about 3000, to 3500 years from now? The first guitars are thought to have been found in Spain, but i’ve also seen some sources say they could even be traced back to Mesopotamia! Isn’t that crazy?”

I looked at him with slightly wide eyes. He seemed to have a lot of junky knowledge on things.

Not that I wasn’t interested…

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I’ve never got into the history of guitars before.” I laughed sheepishly.

“I’m still learning the chords, and how to play some songs. I think that’s all the information I can store right now.”

He simply laughed in understanding. “Yeah I get that. I’m probably the odd one for knowing about the history of guitars. My friends say so at least-Damn that guy Sunghoon-,” he muttered the last part to himself.

I smiled to myself.

“Anyway I don’t want to keep you standing here any longer, sorry for bumping into you.” He raised his hand apologetically, and started walking off again. He seemed busy, which would explain why he was in a rush running down the hall.

But midway, he stopped and jogged up to me again.

“This might seem weird, but i’m in a small band. We’re playing in the garage of one of my band mates, and I was wondering— would you want to come and see me play?” He asked, with a lightly scrunched up face, and a tight smile. Almost as if he expected me to say ‘no’.

“Yeah sure.” I said instead.

His face relaxed, and he pulled out a piece of paper and pen from his bag. He wrote a few things down and handed it to me.

“Alright, i’ll see you there! It was nice meeting you…”

I straightened the piece of paper and read its contents.

It contained the address of his band mate’s house, his phone number, and a small message

### ### #### i think you’re pretty, call me - Jay

I hated love, but I fell in love right there.

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taglist: @sanasour @mars101

A/N: IM SORRY THIS WAS SHORT AGAIN 😫 I might continue this because i have some ideas for it, but omg life is tough! Any interaction is appreciated <3

#Spotify #inspired by jo yuri #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen #jay fluff #jay drabbles #enhypen drabbles #jay #enhypen x reader #jay x reader #jay park #park jay #park jongseong #jongseong fluff #enhypen jongseong

[hischierdevils]

okay but what about nico and readers first time together?

The first time they had sex was the night they said I love you but I will give you this:

warning: smut

“He’s so precious.” You gush to Dasha as she adjusts the baby in her arms.

“Thank you.” She smiles down at her son. “We are very lucky.”

“He’ll be in skates by next year.” Yegor jokes with Nico before you all say your goodbyes.

You were just getting ready to leave the rink when Dasha stopped by with the baby and you couldn’t resist getting pictures of the cute family.

“You okay, love?” Nico asks you as you walk into your building. You had been quiet the entire way home.

“I’m just thinking.” You respond as he presses the button on the elevator to take you to your floor.

“About?” He prompts as he takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

You’ve gotten a lot better at communicating since seeing your therapist but this is something you haven’t even talked to her about yet. “I never wanted kids before.” You admit.

Nico’s heart drops but he tries not to let it show on his face. He’s always wanted kids but if he has to choose between his future offspring and you? “We don’t have to have any.” He says as the elevator opens on your floor.

“I didn’t want kids because I didn’t want them growing up in a household like I did.” You tell him as you both walk down the hallway to your door. “And then I met you.”

Nico looks over at you and notices the strange way you’re looking at him. “Me?”

“You’ve never done anything but love me, Nico. You’ll be an amazing father to our kids.” You smile at him as he opens your front door and pulls you inside. “We just have to have more than one because being an only child sucks.”

Nico kisses you, not knowing how to verbalize everything he’s feeling. “We can have three.”

You grin against his mouth. “Seeing you hold that baby was kind of hot.” You admit.

“Oh yeah?” He picks you up and carry’s you to the bedroom. You giggle as he throws you on the bed but he’s pulling your pants off before you can sit up. “Not as hot as you saying you want to have my children.”

“Nico!” He sticks a finger in your already soaking wet hole before bending over and licking your clit. “Oh my god.”

“You’re so ready for me, baby.” Nico palms himself over his pants with his free hand as he sucks and licks your clit.

“Want you so bad.” You gasp as your back arches off the bed. He inserts another finger in you, pumping at just the right pace that he knows gets you off quickly.

Usually he’d take his time teasing you and making you feel good but he’s too damn hard for that right now. He’s sure he’s going to cum the second he’s inside you. “If you want my cock baby you have to cum first.” He says the words against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

Your body responds to him almost immediately, you cry out his name as your vision goes black with waves of pleasure rolling through you.

“Are you okay, love?” Nico removes his fingers from you and softly kisses your cheek.

“So good.” You grin lazily as you pull him down to the bed with you. “It’s your turn.”

You sit up on your knees and pull down his sweats and boxers, springing his erection free. There’s already pre-cum on the tip and he moans as soon as you wrap your hand around him.

“There’s condoms in my drawer.” He tells you as he closes his eyes and thrusts into your hand.

“We don’t need one.” You say before running your tongue down his length.

“Y/n…” he props himself up on his elbows to look at you as you straddle his hips.

“I have an iud.” You explain as you line him up at your entrance. “I just want to feel you.”

“Oh, fuck.” Nico throws his head back before mumbling something in German as you sink down on him.

You smirk, getting most of what he said. “What was that?”

“I’m not going to last.” He admits as you begin to bounce up and down. He lifts your shirt up enough so he can see your boobs and you help him by lifting your arms up.

“You’re so fucking big, Nico.” You close your eyes as you feel the tension building again. “You feel so good in my wet pussy.”

“Baby…” Nico groans and squeezes your hips. “I’m gonna…”

“Blow your load inside of me.” You instruct as you grind down on him.

“Fuck.” He pulls your bra down and pinches one of your nipples which sends you both over the edge.

“That was amazing.” He says as you collapse on top of him. You smile and kiss his jaw.

“Can you get me a washcloth before I ruin our bed?”

“Give me ten minutes and we can ruin it again.”

#forget series #nico hischier smut #nico hischier blurb #blurb #smut #my writing

[l0sercat]

Niragi from aib please!!!!!!!!!!

Niragi NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hardly any after care if at at all. Sometimes he will show his softer and vulnerable side and he will take care of you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his tongue. The things he could do with it <333 He loves your legs and loves to have them wrapped around his waist while he pounds into you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum on your face. It feels like a sense of ownership and he feels good seeing your face coated in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He once ate you out while you were asleep.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he is doing. He's pretty confident I'm what he is doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Thighs up. He can hit so many places he couldn't in other positions.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He definitely more humorous in the moment but he does have his moments when he serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is trimmed down there. It's sorta thin and short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's not that romantic but can be if he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He hardly jerks off. He goes to you if he needs a fix. But he does jerk off a couple of time.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Orgasm denial. Your just so cute whining and begging to cum.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In a game. It just fills him adrenaline knowing you could die any minute or a person could find you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally almost anything you do. Especially bending over, you could be picking something up you dropped but seeing your ass made him hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let you degrade him. He was already bullied severely so you degrading him brings back though memories.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to receive. But doesn't mind giving because you taste so good. But he just loves seeing your pretty mouth around dick.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is more of a fast and rough boy. I can see him slowing his pace here and there though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind quickies. He likes them and you guys always have a quickie before a game.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's always down to take risks and experiment!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He last up to 6 rounds. If the rounds don't last to long then he could possibly go for more.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own toys and doesn't plan too. He's pretty confident in his ability to please you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you. It's so fun seeing you squirm underneath him. Trying to keep contact so you can cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He can be pretty loud. It ranges from moans to grunts to whispering dirty little things in your ears.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves biting you and giving you love bites. Seeing you in marks he gave makes him feel like he marked you and let everyone know your off limits. Fills him with so much pride if you show then off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's almost 7 inches long and thick enough for you to feel a stretch.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very very high sex drive. Wants to fuck you every hour.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep after a couple of minutes

#x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender not specified #Alice in Borderland #niragi aib #niragi x reader #niragi alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland

[stupidsagestars]

could i request some kuroo smut drabbles pls :3

𝐡𝐢!! 𝐓𝐲𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 :𝐃

---★---★---★

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(there is a tiny bit of plot you have to get through but I can't live without context 😭😭)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who for some reason cannot stop working, he hates it, he gets alot of money but he has no time for anything, he can't even remember the last time he fucked. He's always coming back to his apartment with a headache and he can't cook for his life so his fridge is filled with pot noodles, microwavable pizza, yogurt and some left over takeaway.

There is one perk though, his lovely co-worker, the girl he's been in love with ever since he talked to you. His intelligent, sexy y/n. In the last few months his innocent crush on you has turned into something a tiny bit more perverted but that's only because he's so desperate for you and has no idea on how to act on it, plus there's nothing wrong with staring at your ass when you bend down to pick a pen, right???

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who can spot you through the glass windows of his office getting ready for lunch, he checks his watch and decides it's a good time to have lunch too, it's such a coincidence you're both on the way to the same café right?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who completely turns off his phone so he can completely focus on you. Your voice is so soothing to him, it scratches all the right parts of his brain and your face, your beautiful face, he tries not to seem obvious when he steals glances at you whilst your working at the office across him. Sometimes you catch him in the act and give him a small smile and a wave to which he returns the gesture with a blush creeping up his face

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who immediately feels the lustful part of his brain wake up when you tell him that you've left an important document at your apartment and you need to rush back to get it.

"I can come with you." He says quickly grabbing your hand stopping in your tracks.

"Are you sure, I-"

"Y/n. I insist." He says giving you a small smile.

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who's gonna have to review every single email and piece of work he's read in the last month because the only thing he can focus on is the moans you make as he pounds to you at a record speed scientists would have to examine. He's got you pressed against your living room wall with your legs wrapped around him and your hands loosely placed on his shoulders.

"I haven't felt this alive in ages." He groans, forcing himself to pull out with his orgasm seconds away. He slowly watches your cum drip from your pussy and his boner reappears like it never left. He considers going for a round 2 but decides against it when he notices your sleepy expression. He carries you into your bedroom and softly places you onto the bed before rushing to the bathroom for a towel and then to the kitchen for a glass of water.

When 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 comes back to your bedroom ( btw his boxers are back on dw 💀) he's absolutely smitten with the expression you're giving him.

He sits beside you and caresses your check with his thumb.

"It's been a while for you too?" He asks, pouring the water into your mouth for you.

"Yep but to be honest, no-one compares to you." You say and he blushes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜! 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who has a feeling this will definitely lead to something more.

[ Part 2??

I hope you liked this, it's very rushed since I've been working on my series which kuroo will also be appearing in!! but I'm happy to do a part 2, feel free to read my request page if you're interested in submitting one, reblogs,likes and follows are appreciated!! ★★

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Love Triangle Or Not (Four)- Pt 3

Here are the other parts

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions  

I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret. 

A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy. 

Established something between Tris and Four. 

P.S This is extremely action packed and its about the only action packed sequence so have fun reading it and also be very much warned.

My Requests are Open

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After that you three had spent hours formulating a plan running through different outcomes to see which was more efficient. You had prepared your tools and items as you headed out of the Dauntless. By now Tris would be taking her test, unfortunately she was quick with it so your time frame was short. In all black your assassin suit tight against your body, you had a hood covering your head and a half mask covering your mouth and nose. Your eyes being the source of all your expressions. Your weapons strapped to your thighs and hip, your black boots set and ready. Lucky for you, your boots made it easy to stay quiet. You had made it to Erudites building crouching down hiding behind the dock ports. Transport vehicles awaited its precious cargo. 

You hid behind two massive cargo boxes peeking around the corner eyeing the guards. You were running out of time. Checking your watch the clock was ticking. You waited till each soldier and erudite were not in sight slipping onto one of the transports. You reached into your pocket pulling out a tiny explosive placing it under the vehicle. On your last vehicle your watch beeped. Your time was out. You needed to get inside quickly. By now the soldiers were coming back with the Erudite transporters. You hop over the loading dock and into the warehouse. You had pressed the button on your watch causing all the tiny bombs to explode popping the back tires blowing the inside up. Screams and yelling were heard calling for backup. The air filled with smoke allowing you to run through. Some men had seen you, they charged at you. You run pulling the knife out from your thigh and you slide under the man’s arm as he swings his fist at you. You threw your knife at the man running towards you and your opponent hitting him in the shoulder causing him to fall. Your opponent behind you turned back around lunging for you. His pair arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back. 

Planting both feet on the ground you reached behind you wrapping an arm around his neck. You used your hips to toss him onto the floor knocking the air out of his chest. You lifted your leg kicking him in the face rendering him unconscious. The other man whom you had thrown the knife at, had pulled out the weapon from his shoulder. He ran towards you swinging his other arm back and forth. You ducked and dodged standing in the side of him; His arm swung again using both hands and you stopped his wrists from going any further. You took one hand in yours, bending it downwards, you placed your other hand on his elbow pushing up at the same time. He dropped the knife scream as his bones broke. You let go quickly, taking this as your chance to hit him in the throat kicking his knees out at the same time, then pushing him off the loading dock into a stack of wooden crates.

You picked your blade up off the ground shoving it back in its sheath. You made your way to the entrance of the building, the alarms blasting through the speakers. You stopped at the doors when you saw that a group of Dauntless soldiers guarded it. They waited for you as they held up their guns and pointed them in your direction. You slowly placed your hands behind your back pulling out a set of tiny devices. At the ready the men inched forward, you waited, another step, wait, another step, now! You pressed the button on the middle as you flung the explosives at the group. They each went off one by one as they tased each guard. You run through the building's entrance making your way to the top. 

As you entered The chaotic building you headed for the serum room. But by the time you had gotten there it was too late. Sure you blew up half the trucks but the rest still made it out. You stopped in your tracks, Tris stands in the middle of the room. Four is standing next to Jeanin. A voice calls out to you. “ Y/N?!” It was Eric’s voice. Anger flashed across his face. 

“ Eric” You warned. 

“ Stand down Y/N” Eric begins to circle you. Knowing full well that you never planned to back down from his dominance. You never have. 

“You know I can’t do that Eric.” 

“No, of course you can’t. But I sure as hell plan on taking you down.”

“ You and I both know that’s not gonna happen” 

Eric chuckles “ We’ll see about that” 

Eric runs towards you, you decide to meet him halfway. You aimed for his middle section throwing your shoulder into his stomach, he was able to take the blow grabbing you as well and tossing you away from him. He threw you over the table making you crash into everything then sliding off of it. Your hood falls off your head only leaving your mask on. You coughed stumbling as you tried to stand up. Less then a few strides Eric made his way to you spearing you through a glass wall shattering it. You both roll and tumble on the ground. As groaned in pain rolling over you and Eric made eye contact. You both waited until you both broke out into a run again Eric snarling along the way, you both went in for a hit, the momentum knocking you both back. You both circled each other, off in the distance screams were heard along with people running. Neither of you paid much attention.  Eric lifted his fist aiming for a punch, you stepped back using the palm of your hand to block it. You used your other hand pushing your palm into his chest pushing him back just a tab. In the same second you turn to the side, extending your leg out kicking him in the chest, he stumbles back not able to catch a second. 

You run up lifting your knee to aim for his chest again, he dodges the move, taking the opportunity to nail you in the side. He grabbed your hair from behind, bringing you back to him. You planted your feet on the ground shoulder width apart as he bent you back, pivoted to your left, turning so that you were facing him, one hand resting under his elbow joint the other on the hand that held your hair. You push up on his elbow then grab the hand that held your hair, making the palm of his hand face upward, you popped his joint forcing him to let go. Eric screams in pain…The fight had only just begun.

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