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#but that doesn't mean u have to. as they say. Do Stuff in order to be a good friend
arminsumi · 5 months
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Hi! I hope ur having a good time. Sorry, for the phrasing, English is not my first language hehe (。>\\<) btw i really like ur writing! u keep them in character and also ur amazing at writing fluff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ can I please ask for a gojo fluff where he realizes reader always wanted to have a small boyfriend to like call him baby boy to sit on her lap and spoil him and stuff and then gojo goes apeshit like trying to sit on her with his long ass limbs trying to be a babyboy idk hehehe anyways tysm
"I'm your baby boy, right?"
GOJO さとる + fem!reader
Satoru thinks he's smaller than he actually is, and tries curl up on you like a cat.
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Note : hey hey! srry i took so long to write this omggg it got lost in my drafts. but!! it's such a sweet idea thank u for sending it in!! big beefy satoru trying to make himself ur small boy is a thought that gave me life 💗😖 and thank u so much for ur kind words it means a lot!!
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Satoru tries to curl up on you as if he's a little cat.
But he's not.
Ah, but he really thinks he is sometimes.
And he wants to be a little cat to you, not a big burly man or a strong intimidating menace but just a small, soft, delicate thing to be held and touched and pampered with love and care.
It makes you laugh, as you listen to him grunting and struggling to position himself on your lap and get those long limbs in order — it's one of the funniest sights; a big boy trying to box himself up like he's not 6'3 with broad-shoulders 'n thick arms 'n long spider-like legs.
"Do you think you're a cat or something?"
"Yes." he grins dumbly, balancing precariously on you as you sit. Then he sees your smile and slips off. "—oopsfuck!" he falls, gets up, acts it off, then tries again.
In bed, he wiggles down the sheets so his head is level with your chest. He wraps his arms around your middle, arches his back, and encases you between his legs. He clings to your body on his side like that, and snuggles his cheek on your chest as if it's his rightful pillow, the place where he belongs.
"Play with my hair, please?" he mumbles with pouty lips.
He smiles to himself when you fulfil his request.
Feeling both your warmth and your fingers stroking lovingly through his hair makes him drowsy. And when he's drowsy, he mumbles mental notes like "we need to buy orange juice tomorrow..." as he falls asleep.
His grip slackens as he falls asleep. In the middle of the night, he'll wake up and look at you with that puffy pouty sleepy face of his and stare for a moment, appreciating you, before tightening his embrace on your body and returning to slumber.
When he wakes up the next morning with you, he makes the same request; "Play with my hair." but with a raspy voice.
While you do so, he groaningly complains about having had nightmares all night.
"I keep dreamin' about saving the world 'n failing... but it's fine. I wake up and you're right here. So nothin' to worry about. Doesn't matter if I fail if I still have you."
He's so happy to be getting spoiled and pampered by you while curling his body up as small as possible. Happy that he has someone he doesn't have to be big and strong around. Someone who he can be a baby boy around.
Sometimes he's resting on your chest in the mornings in silence, when suddenly he rears his head up and asks "I'm your baby boy, right? Say it, please."
"Mhm. You're my baby boy, Satoru. Don't worry."
"Mm yay." he smiles to himself and resumes resting on you, his white hair tickling under your chin. "Say it again, please. Just keep saying it."
So you do, you say it repeatedly and it sounds like a soft lullaby to him. He falls back asleep with his ear pressed to your heartbeat, and feels a safe warmness in his chest.
"Oh." he startles out of his shallow sleep, "We need to buy orange juice, don't we?"
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MORE CARMY PLEASE!
Can I please please request Carmy and reader having the HIGHEST sexual tension?? But no smut! I like to edge myself and the audience 😈
well you're a dirty little devil aren't you 😂 how can i say no to this request lol enjoy!
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summary: you're a tailor, and carmy urgently needs a suit for tonight's event. just so happens that he needs a date, too.
pairing: carmen berzatto x female reader
genre: fluff
warnings: sexual tension, sexual themes.
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"what do you mean you're going to the event in that? you're covered in grease and sauce for goodness' sake." richie points out.
carmen shrugs, "it's just a small event, it's fine."
"small event??" richie scoffs, "cousin, they're going to announce the chef of the year, and you're nominated for it. at least look the part, will you?"
carmen waves him off, not really paying attention to what he's saying.
right on cue, you enter through the bear's back doors with a neatly pressed suit richie requested yesterday. carmen frowns, checking who just barges in like that, and ducks almost immediately when he sees it's you.
"amazing work, as usual." richie compliments. "aaaaalso, could you possibly get me one more suit? for tonight? please?"
you sigh. "really? another last minute request?"
"come on, it's for my cousin, carmen. you know him, right?"
at the mention of carmen's name, your ears perk up and your eyes widen in interest. "u-um, yeah. i've.. met him a few times."
richie has to physically drag carmen away from his station -- where he was wiping an already clean spot to look busy, and basically presents him to you.
"hi." you awkwardly lift a hand and immediately drop it.
"hi." he says back in a thin smile.
great, he thinks you're weird now. you curse yourself.
"alright cousin, just go with her and get a suit. it won't take long, so just go." richie pushes both you and carmen outside of the restaurant, and you're both awkwardly standing there.
"go!!!" richie has to shout from the window before you two finally march on to your shop.
the walk there is obviously silent, and while you try your best to come up with a good conversation starter, carmen notices you taking glances at him and tries his best not to smile.
he's had a crush on you for a while now. well, less of a crush and more of a burning desire. you'd come to eat at the restaurant sometimes and carmen would purposely approach you to give you a menu, go back to the kitchen to make your order, and serve it to you. he doesn't care how inefficient it is.
you, on the other hand, have made it a habit to come to the restaurant a few times a week. just to get a sneak peek at carmen and get some extra time with him. it sounds stalker-y, but something about carmen just shuts you up and you don't know what to say to him. all you can ever muster up is your usual order, a please, and a thank you.
at this point, carmen's memorized your order and always has it warm and ready for every time you walk in the bear. he still takes your order just in case you might get something different, and also to hear you say please. it does something to him.
"so, um," you start, "do you have any type of suit in mind?"
carmen snaps out of his trance, looking at the rows of suits around him. "not really, i'm.. not really good at this stuff."
you nod and pull out a few suits you think will fit him. "well, this one is always a classic, or we can go for something that looks a little classy. this one's navy blue, i'd say this is more of a casual-classy look, it's not plain like the black suit but also not too out there-" you realize you're rambling and clear your throat. "um, yeah. so... preferences?"
carmen smiles a little when he can see your face flush -- and his smile makes it worse, actually. he bites his lip and points to the navy suit, "let's try this one."
"o-okay," you hang the suit in the changing room with a white button up shirt. "you can try it on in here."
while carmen is getting changed, you can see a little opening from the curtains not being closed properly. and you're guilty of peeking through that opening and not looking away... until carmen catches your stare with a smirk.
of course he left that opening on purpose.
once carmen says he's done, you go into the changing room and he scoots over to make room for you and so you can see the suit on him. he looks amazing.
"i think i might need to alter the pants and sleeves." you say, "i'll measure and shorten it."
you take your tape measurer and carmen holds his hand out. right in front of his hand, is the perfect view of your cleavage, and he feels his pants getting slightly tighter. if he keeps this up you might not need to tailor his pants after all.
you make some marks with your pins before moving on to his pants. it's like clockwork - you measure the cuffs, then the inseam. you realize what you're about to do, and your heart rate picks up.
you're on your knees in front of him, dragging the tape measure from his ankle all the way up to you know where.
carmen sees your breath get heavier and somehow comes up with the courage to cup your chin, making you look up at him. oh how good you look on your knees with those eyes.
"stand up." he whispers.
you follow his command, not breaking eye contact, and he walks closer to you until you're barely an inch apart. walking backwards until your back hits the wall, carmy puts his hand behind your head so you don't get hurt, and slowly moves closer.
you're not sure where to put your hands. right now they're on the lapels of his suit, feeling his heartbeat that's going faster, and he's so warm. why is he so warm?
his grip on you is firm, and all he can think about is how badly he wants to kiss you, to take you right here.
"c-carm, i-"
the bell attached to your shop door rings, signaling a customer, and both of you stare at each other. your right side is free, you're free to go greet that customer, but your legs don't want you to move.
"hello? is anyone here?" they ask.
carmen caresses your cheek with his thumb, while his other one has moved from the back of your head to your waist, drawing circles and squeezing every now and then. it makes your knees feel wobbly.
the customer leaves, and none of you break eye contact.
"what are you doing tonight?"
"h-huh?" you're surprised by the question. "nothing, just... some work."
he leans in and kisses you just below your ear. "good. you're coming with me."
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hanasnx · 1 month
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oh pornstar ani how i’ve missed you
what do u think he’d be like with a virgin? do u think he’d like it or would he rather be with someone more experienced?
-🎀
MINORS DNI 18+
ADULTFILM!ANAKIN SKYWALKER prefers someone more experienced. There’s a frailty to a virgin that's difficult to get around, and since he’s impatient and far from a teacher, he doesn’t want to have to drag someone through the process. There's a lot of messiness that can come with being someone's first. Someone with experience can bring a lot of unspoken trust, professionalism, and conversation to the table which helps blend the pair together. Especially because Anakin has a nasty habit of taking things too far, he needs someone with the ability to say no in the moment before he gets carried away. It’s not that he hates virgins, dislikes them, or thinks they’re useless, he just prefers experienced co-stars.
However, there’s been an exception: you, a virgin porn-star. You’ve been laughed at in this industry, endlessly and you’ve learned to take the joke. A virgin porn-star sounds like an oxymoron if you've ever heard one. You do at-home stuff from the safety of your own camera and PC, stuff with anal beads and dildos you order off Bad Dragon. A live show occurs every so often. Of course you’re not an expert, but that’s the point. Your whole schtick online is that you’re clueless to angles, and performances.
Your comment section is a slew of dudes asking invasive questions. Do you have a boyfriend, are you waiting for your wedding day, does he know you do this depraved shit late at night for strangers to thirst over? Do you know that you're a minority here, that you'll never get farther than a glorified over-rated amateur? When will you lose your virginity and just get over with? But they're the same guys that jack off to your virtuous pussy on full display to the camera you bought with the money you made off this demographic.
No, you've never had a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can't explore yourself... Besides, you think it's fun that guys clamber to beg to be your first. One comment in particular had you thinking real hard. "You should film me fucking that pretty pussy for the first time... that'll get you a lot of views." When you'd started this account, you were sure you would've lost your virginity in the traditional way. Meet a great guy, go out, he sweeps you off your feet, and you go home with him, happily ever after. But you're getting along, and now getting it over with doesn't sound too bad, especially at the prospect of commercializing an asset you didn't realize you were sitting on.
So you campaigned it. You'd mention it any chance you got. On your profile, in your social media bios, in your videos, you let people know you were looking to break into the professional side of the industry. You didn't wanna be a virgin making home videos anymore, you want a job and you want your audience to pick who plucks that sacred coveted flower.
Until one day: "I've got a guy for you." You stare at that message a long time.
Anakin's not one to shy away from a job outside his comfort zone, especially when his director calls in a favor. So he helps you get situated as a courtesy, "This isn't like making your videos in your bedroom, don't be fooled by the pressure." His large hand takes yours and places it on his forearm, you try to ignore how thick and corded it feels under your palm as he pats it with your hand. "Give me a double tap like that if you need to stop. Anywhere you can reach." You nod, and give an uneasy look around the room that had a lot more people in it than you're used to, this is a set after all. You start to regret how famous your initial posts went.
"Hey." Firmly, he grips you chin, redirecting your gaze onto him. "Don't look at them, look at me. I'm the one that's gonna be inside you, alright?" His tone is perfectly casual, as if he's explained this a thousand times. You nod again. Why are you actually excited for this stranger to take your virginity?
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spicyspiders · 7 months
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HEYYY I love your fics I seriously can't count how many times I've reread them, anyway so like you/n (amab pls) he's a Sargeant in task force 141 and they really don't know much about him, like barely bits and pieces he's just a workaholic and doesn't talk with them much, also for his personality pls make him cold and like scary kinda anyway so price literally had to order him to join him and ghost for a drink at the bar and they were talking and somehow the conversation led became more of a sex talk, reader is a virgin btw like that man has never even had his first kiss (but like he knows how sex works n stuff) and when he told them they were both like in shock n shit anyway so after that both of them just made it their mission to change that, randomly calling reader to prices office n him and ghost are just there, wait it's a lil hard to explain so basically price pulls reader on his lap, and kisses him, and immediately after ghost kisses him, they start off with like maybe a handjob or a blow job for the reader, who's extremely sensitive mind you, fingering him for at least half an hour while he's just a whimpering mess, ghost ended up popping his cherry since price got the first kiss, literally just showering him with praise, def got overstimulated, crying from it and it's probably the first time they've seen him cry, maybe a bit of fluff at the end oh and for kinks like just a shit ton of praise, overstim, crying, nd if u wanna add anything else it's cool
so sorry I didn't realise how long this is but if you do it thank you so much (*´˘`*)♡
I’m glad you like them! Here’s 5k words of smut lol I hope you enjoy!
“What do you want to drink?” Price asked when the three of you step up to the bar. 
“Water.”
You looked over at Price and Ghost, waiting for them both to put in their orders. What you received in return was an unimpressed look from both men, the bartender even had a similar look on their face. 
With a roll of your eyes, you order something else, “Bud Light.”
“Glass or bottle?”
“Bottle.”
“Do you want to start a tab?” The bartender asks, you look over to Price and Ghost and watch Price nod. 
“No,” you responded before handing the bartender your card. 
You felt the two men stare holes into you as you signed the receipt. You didn’t wait for them to order, instead, you made your way to an empty table. 
“Why am I not surprised you picked the most secluded table?” Price asked. 
“Do you want to sit at the bar?” You asked Price. 
“No,” Ghost said, responding for Price. 
“Maybe the next time we go to the bar,” Price said, settling down on one side of the table. 
“There won’t be a next time,” you respond, watching as Ghost sat down beside his captain. 
“Why not?” Price asks, taking a slow sip of his drink. 
“Too many people,” you say, looking around the room, “they stare too much.”
“We just got here and you already have someone eyeing you down?” Price asked, craning his neck to try and see who was looking at you. 
“Stop,” you hiss, the hand around your bottle tightening.
Price and Ghost exchange a look before Price chuckles. 
“Well?” Ghost asks as Price takes another sip of his drink.
“Well, what?” You ask. You felt an itch in your hand that was wrapped around the bottle. It reminded you of that contagious feeling of watching someone yawn. 
“Are you going to go talk to them? Or better yet, let them talk to you?” Price asks. 
You lifted your bottle to take a sip of your beer. You looked away from Price as you thought over his words, noticing how one of the patrons at the bar quickly looked away after you made eye contact.
Not that you really needed to think it over, “no, and what do you mean let them talk to you?” 
“You are pretty scary,” Ghost responds, like it was the easiest question for him to answer. 
Price claps a hand on his shoulder, “and this is coming from the man whose code name is Ghost,” he said, pulling his hand away with a chuckle.
“I’m not scary,” you grumble. 
It went quiet at the table for a few moments as the three of you drank what you bought. You were nearly done with your beer by the time Price spoke again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, of course, he was the one to speak. 
“What would you even do?” He asks, his mouth curving up on one side. Your eyes followed the upturn of his mouth, taking in his slightly darkened cheeks. 
You knew what he was asking. Of course you knew, “what do you mean?” You asked, feigning innocence. 
It didn’t work, not that you were surprised. You haven’t felt innocent in a long time. At least, not in all aspects. 
Price’s smirk turns into a full on grin, and you wondered if the ruddy color in his cheeks were from the alcohol, or the topic he was trying to bring up. 
“You know what I mean,” Price says, pointing a finger in your direction. 
You looked over at Ghost, wordlessly asking him with your expression if Price was serious. It seemed that they both were, to your dismay. Ghost looked at you, his brows raised in question.  
“I don’t want that,” you respond before looking away. 
“Sex?” Price asks quietly, like he wasn’t the one trying to bring the topic up. 
“Not right now, but maybe someday,” you glance over at Price and grit your teeth when you see his mouth slightly agape. 
“Wait,” Price says slowly, “have you never-“
“No,” you answer, cutting him off. 
“We have to change that,” Price says, seemingly ignoring what you had to say. 
“I told you I don’t want that— not with a civvy.” You clear your throat and ease your grip on your bottle, “I want someone more understanding of my line of work,” you clarify, looking away from the two men. 
You miss the look that Price and Ghost exchange. 
“It doesn’t have to be with anyone here,” Price says. 
“Do you have someone in another task force you’re going to set me up with?” You ask, feeling as if your eyes are about to roll out of your head. 
“Something like that,” Ghost mutters. The man groans after you hear a loud thunk under the table. 
You look back at the two men, your brows furrowed in confusion, 
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“You wanted to see me, sir?” You ask when entering Price’s office. 
You stood stock still trying to ignore the presence of the other man in the room, but feeling his eyes on you made it difficult. 
“Is he supposed to be here?” You ask, sending a glance to the couch Price had in his office. Ghost sat on the couch, or more so he was spread out looking comfortable. 
“He is. It’s what we talked about, remember?” Price came from around his desk to lean against the front. 
You looked from Ghost to Price, “what’d we talk about?”
Ghost chuckled, “it would probably be easier if you showed him.”
In the line of work you were in, one of the first things you learned was to expect the unexpected. You expected when you came into Price's office to have a meeting, and you thought it was going to be about the last mission. What you didn’t expect was for Price to step up to you, invade your space, and press his lips to yours. 
It caught you off guard, and when you remembered that Ghost was also in the room, your body went rigid. Your hands stayed at your sides, not knowing whether you wanted to push the man away or not. Not knowing what not pushing away Price would bring was also confusing, making your mind race. 
Price pulled away after a few moments of you not responding. You guess that wasn’t a nice feeling. “I’ve never,” your mouth closes, not knowing the right words to use. Never kissed anyone? Never done this?
You had seen movies and watched television shows about the topic, and there had been men in the past that you wanted to kiss, but you simply hadn’t done it yet. Hell, you had even watched porn when that feeling became too much and you needed the relief. There was always that craving there though that simply just watching those things could never bring. 
“That’s okay,” Price whispers, “we’re going to take this slow,” he says before your lips meet again. Two of his hands find your face so he can fix the angle. You must be doing something right, you think, because when you respond slowly back to the kiss, you hear Price let out a soft noise. 
“Good?” Price asks when he pulls away. 
Your nerves are still there, not all quite gone yet, but with each passing moment, you feel them disappear. “Yes, sir,” you whisper back. You lick over your lips, a flash of something you aren’t quite sure of making itself known in your stomach when your mind flashes to what just happened. 
Price’s eyes track the movement before looking back into your eyes. He gives you a soft smile as he runs his thumb down your cheekbone, “none of that now. Call me John.”
“John,” you whisper, testing the name out on your lips. It wasn’t the first time you had called him by his first name, but you were used to the formality of referring to him by his title and his last name. 
“Good boy,” John says. He pulls you into another kiss, not letting you think over how the words make you feel. All you knew was that you liked the way the words made you feel. 
You’re still not quite sure where to put your hands as they hang at your sides. You choose to focus on the kiss, and how it makes your brain short-circuit when you feel John’s tongue swipe at the seam of your lips. 
You let out a noise similar to a whimper when John pulls away, “want to go sit down with Ghost?”
His words bring you back to the moment, your body heating up when you remember that you’ve had an audience the whole time. You’re fixed with Ghost’s warm gaze as you walk the few steps to the couch. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, his warm fingers digging into the tense skin. 
You watch John at his desk as he grabs a few things from one of the drawers and places them on the desk. Ghost’s warm breath puffs at your ear as you feel his eyes on you. 
“You okay?” Ghost asks.
“Yes sir,” you respond, sending a glance his way. 
“What did John say?” He asks before he presses his smile into your neck. 
You almost want to roll your eyes, “yes, Simon,” you say, correcting yourself. 
“Good boy,” he whispered into the skin of your neck, making you shiver. You hated to admit it, but if it meant you would receive praise in return, you think you would start doing what it took. 
You always enjoyed praise, especially with the work you did. Hearing back after a mission that what you did was good, that it made the mission go smoothly, or that it meant you helped just one extra person made you feel like the effort you were putting in truly mattered. 
You knew that the work you did mattered, but you also knew that you were surrounded by a group of highly trained professionals, and knew that if you needed to be replaced, you could. 
You quickly became lost in what Simon was doing, as you had with John. He wasn’t kissing your lips, but he was pressing his lips to whatever skin on your neck he could find, and once he was done with each spot, he would move on to the next. 
When he added his teeth and tongue to the mix, you felt the tension leave your body. You went slack before your back fell into the couch. Maybe it was what Simon was doing to you that made the couch feel so comfortable, or maybe it was John’s position that led him to gain such a comfortable piece of furniture. 
Your neck as well went to the back of the couch, which only gave Simon more access to your skin. You never knew your neck could be so sensitive, you also never knew the pleasure it could bring. You were used to pain, and had even built a substantial tolerance to the feeling, but it felt like Simon was wrecking your hard work. 
You could feel your cock stir and grow when Simon attached his lips to your pulse point on your neck. He bit into the skin enough that when he sucked at the spot, you knew that it would leave a mark. You let out a low noise when Simon’s tongue ran over the spot, soothing the stimulated area. 
Your eyes fell closed and your mouth fell open when Simon’s other hand made its way to your hardening cock. It made you feel dizzy at the rush of blood heading south. 
You couldn’t help it when your hips jumped into Simon’s palm. His skin felt hot, even through the material of your pants.
Simon moves even closer and wraps the arm with the hand on your neck around your shoulder. When you open your eyes, you see just how close Simon is. His eyes are dark with lust and they get closer and closer. 
Simon’s lips were centimeters away from yours when John made himself known again. You shiver under the intense gaze he sends your way, but then your attention is stolen back by Simon. 
You hear John’s knees hit the floor before Simon pulls you into a kiss harder than the ones John had given you. You weren’t really sure what to do when you feel a tongue running over your lips that isn’t yours. The choice is made for you when a hand goes back over your groin and your mouth opens. 
You always thought it would be kind of gross to have another man’s tongue in your mouth, and it still kind of was now that you’re experiencing it, but it was the best kind of gross. It was kind of like the feeling you got after taking a shower after a long day. It was gross having built up a sweat all day, but it somehow made your shower at the end of the day feel even better. 
The noises you let out sound foreign even though they’re your own as Simon’s tongue makes its way inside. He maps out the inside of your mouth, starting with your front teeth and then moving back. You moan low in your throat when Simon’s tongue meets yours, and Simon answers with a moan of his own. 
You pull back from the kiss when you feel a pair of hands working your pants open. Opening your eyes, you see that it was John’s hand that was just on the bulge outlining your pants as he now works the garment open and down. 
“This is not what I meant by someone more understanding,” you pant down at John. You feel your legs tremble, but you aren’t really sure of the cause. 
When John notices, he runs his hands up and down your legs, his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. “Do you want us to stop?” He questions. 
“No,” you gasp, your head falling back onto the couch as Simon bites another mark into your neck. 
John bites down on one of your thighs before moving to the other. He doesn’t linger like Simon, you notice. He makes quick work of your underwear and pants, tossing the clothing in a direction you’re too busy to wonder about currently. 
You let out a loud moan when John sucks your cock into the warm suction of his mouth. John’s strong hands keep your hips down so you don’t accidentally thrust into his mouth. 
You hear a chuckle in your ear before a hand quickly covers your mouth, “quiet, baby. You don’t want Soap and Gaz to hear do you?” Simon whispers into your ear. 
You don’t respond to Simon, too focused on the fact that he just fucking called you baby. And it’s also difficult to think of a response as John works his surprisingly skillful tongue around your cock. 
You feel sweat at the base of your neck, making the collar of your shirt stick to your warm skin. You want nothing more than to rip the rest of your clothes off, but your hands lay at your sides as you clench your fingers into the cushions. 
Your balls draw tight, but you aren’t able to warn John as your orgasm quickly approaches. You try to pull at the hand on your mouth, but Simon’s grip only tightens. The moans you let out vibrate into the skin of Simon’s palm as your orgasm finally hits. 
Your body trembles, John’s hands tightening as he swallows down all your cock has to offer. You whimper into Simon’s palm as John lets out a moan of his own at the taste of your spend, the vibrations of John’s noise traveling down your cock. 
John pulls off with a slick pop before he rises. He plops down on your other side and knocks Simon’s hand away. John kisses you wetter than before, his tongue making its way inside. 
You moan softly when his tongue meets yours and the taste of your cum on John’s tongue hits yours. He cradles your cheek in one hand, the other making its way under your shirt to find your sweaty skin. 
Simon makes his way into the spot John just was, your spent cock giving an interested twitch. 
John turns your face back towards his so he can press his lips to yours softly before pulling his hand away. John pulls your shirt off and lets out a snicker when he accidentally throws it at Simon. 
“Sorry,” John says, a sly grin stretching across his face. 
Simon tosses the shirt away with an unimpressed look. He pulls his own shirt off before lifting your legs onto his broad shoulders. He turns to press a kiss into the skin of your calf. One of his hands grabbed what you guess was a bottle of lube, likely one of the items John grabbed from his desk. 
You made a mental note to ask yourself if John had always kept those in there, and how many times he had used them. That is, if you could remember after what John and Simon are going to do to you. 
You let out a whimper at the feel of a cold, lube-coated finger between your legs at your hole. You look down at Simon, your cock giving another stir at the way Simon is looking at your hole. 
“Have you ever touched yourself down here?” Simon asked, his finger tracing a slow circle around your hole. 
“No,” you say quietly, not even sure why Simon was asking. 
“That’s okay, baby,” Simon murmurs, pressing another kiss to your calf. 
You let out a long whine as Simon pushed his finger in slowly. Your whine ended once his finger was all the way inside. It was only one finger, but it already felt as if it edged on too much. 
“Shh, love, we’ve got you,” John says softly into your ear. He showers your face in soft, comforting kisses as Simon starts to move his finger. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, his hand running down your chest until he reaches one of your nipples to play with. 
Simon’s finger moves in and out of your hole at a slow pace, letting you get used to the length and thickness.
Price turns your neck to press his lips against yours. Too lost in the kiss, it catches you off guard when Simon’s finger finds the bundle of nerves you always knew would set you alight. You had watched porn before and knew that most of the higher quality videos were fake, but from the amateur videos you had seen, you knew how intense prostate stimulation could be.   
You almost felt like one of the men in the videos. Without the studio lights, scripts, and cameras of course. 
“Feel good, baby?” John asks, his use of the pet name causing a rush of warmth to fly through your veins. 
You hear the men both chuckle at the sound of your loud moan when Simon’s finger runs back over your prostate. Like Simon had done before, a hand makes its way over your mouth, but instead, it’s John’s. 
You whimper into John’s hand when Simon pulls his finger from your clenching hole. It only takes a few seconds for his finger to be back, this time with a second finger accompanying the first. 
Simon pushes the two fingers inside as slowly as he did when it was just one. It was already intense with just one, but now with two, you could really feel the place Simon was carving out inside you. 
“Can you be quiet for us?” John asked into your ear. 
Simon paused, giving you time to nod your answer. It made you frustrated, but John kept you from pushing your hips into Simon’s fingers with a heavy arm across your hips. His arm brushes your hardening cock, which only made it worse. 
You nod quickly, hoping Simon would get back to what he was doing. Simon does continue on, at the same slow pace, letting you get used to the two fingers. 
“Good boy,” John says, before pulling his hand away. 
You bite your lip, holding back your noises as Simon spreads his fingers apart inside of you, opening you up. The burn brings tears to your eyes, threatening to quickly spill over. 
John adds to the burn Simon is causing, but instead of adding to the one inside your body, he takes to parts on the outside. He places kisses down your body starting at your cheek. When he gets to your neck, he pays particular attention to the skin around the marks Simon has left. 
You don’t know if it’s some type of weird possessive competition that John and Simon have going on, all you know is that it’s difficult to keep quiet under the attention John is giving you. 
You felt pricks of Simon’s stubble as he placed his spots on your neck, but with John, he had the added stimulation of a full on beard. His beard went over the spots that Simon had left as he made his own, reigniting the nerves. 
Once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, Simon continued his trail down your body. The next area he stopped at was your nipples. It almost felt similar to what he had done to your neck as he bit one of them into hard nubs. Once it had hardened, he ran his tongue over the heated skin. When he pulled off, the first was puffy and swollen, and as you watched him move to the second, you knew it would soon match the first. 
When John pulled away, that’s when your tears finally fell. What ultimately broke and made the tears fall was when John’s beard brushed one of your nipples. You raised an arm to your mouth to bite into the flesh of your arm to stifle your moans. 
You felt your cock give a throb as it stood fully hard. You felt your cock drool, a clear pearl of precum falling from the head, much like how your tears fell. 
You almost thought John was going to do what he did earlier and go back down to suck your cock back in his mouth. John fixed your cock with a heated look, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes tracked the movement as another glob of precum fell from the head of your cock. 
Instead, he pulled your arm from your mouth and pressed your lips together. John let out a hum of pleasure when your tongue found its way inside his mouth. Your tongues slid together in a slower rhythm than the way Simon’s finger was now steadily fucking in and out of your hole. 
John swallowed any moan that you let out, and answered with a louder noise of his own when your other hand made its way down to his clothed cock. 
You let out a whine when John broke the kiss, but it was only to create enough space that he was able to pull his clothes off. 
With each piece of clothing he would pull off, you would drag your eyes over the new skin he allowed you to see. You knew John was a muscular man, but what surprised you was the amount of hair that lay on his chest. 
You ran a hand up his chest, through the soft hair, all the way up until you could wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him down for another kiss. 
Simon was slow to add the third finger to the other two. You wondered how big Simon and John’s cock were, and if three of Simon’s thick fingers would even be enough. If three fingers already quickly left you feeling full, you wonder how Simon’s cock would make you feel. 
The wet noise of Simon fucking his fingers in and out of your hole rang loud in your ears. The sound nearly drowned out the soft smack of your lips when John broke the kiss. Simon’s fingers left your hole with a slick noise, leaving it feeling open. 
You expected another finger to be added to the mix, but instead felt the blunt head of Simon’s cock at your hole. He teased your entrance with the head, a breathy moan leaving his lips when the head would catch. 
Your legs fell from Simon’s shoulders before he pulled away to strip all the way down. His cock hung heavy between his thighs as he slipped out of his pants. You watched, mesmerized as the man grabbed the lube to slick up his cock. 
Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the slick head at your entrance after he settled your legs back over his shoulders. 
“Breath, love,” John murmured, running a slow hand up and down your side. He kissed you, soft and slow when Simon started to push in. 
Simon’s hands were at your hips, gripping the skin in a steady grip. Once he bottomed out, leaving you feeling full, his hands moved up to your face to wipe away the tear tracks from your face. 
Simon swooped down to claim your lips in a wet kiss, like he was trying to make up for lost time while he had fingered you. 
What felt like a long few minutes later, Simon was finally pulling out. He watched his cock leave your hole until only the head was left pressing against your entrance. He looked up, not pushing back inside until you nodded. 
Your stomach felt full on each of Simon’s slow thrusts in. It burned as you continued to adjust to his length and girth, but what sped that process along was when his cock would graze your prostate. 
Simon’s slow pace soon sped up as you let out encouraging moans. His heavy balls slapped against your ass as he set up a fast pace. 
You only felt the pleasure Simon gave for far too short of a time than you expected. It took you by surprise when you felt your orgasm growing fast in your gut. 
You tried to warn John, but your orgasm quickly shot through you when the man reached down to grab your cock. Ropes of cum shot out, landing over John’s fist after he gave a few slow strokes. The rest landed on your chest, coating your heaving, sweaty skin in ropes of white. 
Above you, you could hear Simon let out a nearly animalistic noise as he went even after, chasing after his orgasm. His hands moved once again to your hips as he sped up. It made you feel used in a way that you didn’t know you could enjoy, like you were just a toy for Simon to use for his pleasure. 
Simon’s head fell back, his hands tightening to a bruising grip as his orgasm overtook him. He let out a long groan, the noise ending with a breathy, punched-out moan at the end of his high.  
The thrust of Simon’s cock after your orgasm into the swollen bundle of nerves in your hole sent you into overstimulation. By the time Simon had come, your tears had fallen again, relief coming in the form of Simon’s orgasm as his thrusts came to a halt. 
Simon pulls free from your hole gently, your hole gaping. It made you shiver knowing that if John wanted, he could thrust right in without a problem. He lowered your legs down from his shoulders slowly, using his deft fingers to massage at the skin in your thighs. 
Simon leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he flopped down onto the empty spot on the couch in a sweaty heap. 
Price makes his way in between your legs, his hard cock brushing your leg. He wrapped his hand around the base of his thick cock, pulling the foreskin down. The wet of his cock kissed your hole, stopping Simon’s cum that was leaking from your hole. 
You let out a high pitched whine when John pushed the head of his cock slowly into your hole, “I can’t,” you whimper, more tears leaking from your eyes. 
“It’s just the tip, baby. Can you take it for me?” Price asks, gathering up the mess on your stomach with his fingers. 
You nod, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep in another whine. 
“Such a good boy,” John whispers against your lips before he closes the distance.
John uses the slick mess on his fingers to wet his cock. He strokes along the length of his cock, his orgasm quickly approaching by the sound of his gasps and moans. 
John ducks his head into the sweaty crook of your neck and comes with a long moan. Still stretched open from Simon’s cock and with the aid of John’s cock, his cum mixed with Simon’s. 
You could feel the mess of the mix of their cum leak from your hole when John pulls free. The moment he’s free, it’s John’s turn to lift your legs to his shoulders. He holds you up by your lower back with his strong hands so he can lean down lick your hole.  
John alters between broad swipes and quick flicks of his tongue to clean up your sore hole. Your soft cock gives a twitch when John fucks his tongue inside, making sure he’s thoughroughly cleaned the mess he and Simon have made. 
John pulls out and gives your hole one last broad swipe before finally pulling away. 
You watch with heavy lidded eyes as Simon gets up and steps past the pile of clothes the three of you made. He returns with a cloth to wipe the three of you down. He tosses the cloth away into the pile when he’s done before he sits back down onto the couch. 
John ends up at your other side, his arm back around your shoulder. “You okay?” He questions. 
Wordlessly, you nod, leaning your cheek into the kiss he presses against it. 
“Good?” Simon asks, making you roll your eyes. 
“Yes, sir,” you respond to Simon, and swat his hand away when his fingers try to pinch at your side.
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fanfiction-blep · 1 year
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Have a nice day! I’m wondering if Miles took the wrong aphrodisiac? 🫣 Hope you run this idea one day. LOVE U, LOVE YOUR WORKS 🫶❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Please I love this idea. Thank you so much for the love anon ❤️❤️❤️
Wrong pill~
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Warnings: Horny miles, taking the wrong substance? little public sexy stuff.
Okay so lets say that have a medical draw, and you try to keep it organised but lets say you both use the pain killers regularly. Most likely due to working out regurley.
So lets say one morning you sleep in and he heads out before you to work out. And he gently wakes you up because he can't remember which packet contains the pain killers. His large hand gently nudging your shoulder, his voice soft in order to not wake you to harshly. "Hey sweetheart... where are the pain killers?" He smiles as you lift your head eyes barely open groggy voice falling from your lips. "Huh?" confusion etching its way onto your features. "The pain killers princess, where are they?" "Second draw blue box" You roll over and fall back asleep.
Miles pops two of the pills and leaves the packet on the desk near your shared bed, and head out the door and start his work day.
When you wake up maybe an hour later you pull yourself out of bed your eyes widen when you see the packet sitting on the desk. "Oh nooo" You rush over scrambling to read the title panic setting in when the realisation washed over you.
One of the scientistic had decided it was funny, assuming due to the lack of PDA shown in your relationship that you needed the 'help' of course you hadn't told Miles, you were happy with your relationship just because you weren't making out all the time didn't mean he wasn't giving you affection.
No one else noticed the light touched on the small of your back, the way he leaned against your back to read your screen over your shoulder. The way he leaves light kisses on your forehead in passing. He just doesn't like exposing those intimate moments to others, he was never the gentle affectionate guy. But with you he was different and that meant something.
So you didn't tell him because you didn't want to make him feel pressured, and now? He had taken the wrong aphrodisiac and was roaming around his work place.
You jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready. It took you half an hour to find Miles, you had only caught a glimpse. He was rushing to the nearest lockable room. You found him hunched over a table, leaking cock thrusting into his had, grunts and groans leaving his mouth. Eyebrows knitted together eyes squeezed shut, you stepped forward hoping not to scare him.
"Miles?" You spoke softly, his eyes flew open face turning to look at you. The look in his eyes was like nothing you had seen before, it was hunger and lust that actually scared you a little. He turned his body towards you backing you against the door, you turned your head to the side as he leaned in to kiss you.
You didn’t want to take advantage of him while he was “under the influence” so you placed your hands on his chest and tried to talk to him. But it was no use, in between all of your attempts to explain how he had taken the wrong pills he was growling, trying to kiss you. Palms flat against the door pinning you between his strong arms.
“Baby girl please, I need it. need ya so bad” you flush at his words, the knowledge that anyone could walk past at any time and hear his words exciting you. “Miles-” “fuck, I wanna make ya scream my name baby” “Miles I wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of you like this” you pleaded looking up at him. “Taking advantage of me? I ain’t drunk and I ain’t high. I’m hard.”
At that point he dips his head into your neck breathing in your scent. “Fuck I can’t hold back” he shifts his hips his erection rubbing against your stomach. “miles please” your voice it meek, you don’t want to fight it. He wasn’t wrong… but you still felt guilty.
“Ya wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, I’d want to fuck you any time any place but this” hi pushes his election against you again “has been buggin’ me all Mornin’ and the only thing I can think of is the way ya squeeze my cock. So please stop being all shy and be a good girl okay”
You nod giving in and kissing hun hard. He growls into your mouth tongue quickly dominating yours. He only pulled away to lean down and pull your cloths and underwear off your legs. You made eye contact with him as he rose from the position below you. His pupils weee blown wide his tongue dancing over his lips.
“Miles” he groans as he lifts you up by the back of your thighs holding you against the door. “Your gonna be screaming my name princess, wanna get fucked?” He uses his hand to guid his aching cock inside of you. He would normally take his time and allow you to adjust but he was too horny. He was too hungry.
Wasting no time he sets a fast and brutal pace. Your growing arousal creating squelching sounds as your bodies connected.
“Fuck you like this huh? You like when I’m rough with you?” He hunches over, leaning against your shoulder nipping at the skin “fuck so hard for ya baby, your doing so good for me”
“Please, sir” you whine hands holding to his shoulder and head respectfully. “Please what princess” you whine no words leaving your mouth you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The feeling of him brushing against your insides almost too much. “Please I need to feel it” you mumble he stops his assault on your skin and looks you in the eyes.
His fingers dip down to gently stroke your clit. “Need to feel what?” A cry leaves your mouth at the new sensation. “Words princess” “wanna be filled up” he knew what you were referencing but he wanted to hear you say it “you already are greedy girl, what else could you want”
He teases you for a few minuets trying to pull the confession out of you. “Wanna feel your cum daddy!” You finally scream out back arching against him as you grew close to the edge. His pace growing sloppy a sign he too was close to an orgasm.
“Wanna cum with me baby? Gonna let me fill up a pussy?” He’s growling at this point pounding you against the door if anyone walked past they would hear you for sure.
He pushed into you roughly rubbing furiously on your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Finally the coil snaps and as if on cue Quaritch stills inside of you a string of grunts catching in his throat as he cums.
You both clean up a little and go about your day.
But within half an hour he is hard again. He tracks you down quickly. You notice right away the slight strain in his pants and the look in his eyes. But you were in the middle of work. He walks over to you a hand coming to rest on your shoulder.
“(Y/N) can you come with me real quick” “I’m sorry I can’t right now give me a moment” your colleague laugh at the scene, nudging each other. Quaritch leans down to whisper against your ear.
“Baby girl don’t make me ask twice. I need you now” he nips at the top of your ear, causing you to jolt slightly at the action not expecting the normally private man to be so forward in public.
“I can’t leave right now” “fuck it” he growls leaning down further his arms pulling you over his shoulder. One hand coming to slap your arse and the other waving at the women who were previously working with you “I’ll bring her back sometime within the next 12 hour ladies”
You were to shocked but when he brought you back to your shared room he dropped you on the bed removing both your clothing in expert time.
“I’m gonna keep fucking you and filling ya up with my cum as long as I have to okay” it wasn’t a question you knew it was more of an announcement. But you nodded anyways, blushing as he climbed on top of you.
“Hold on tight baby girl, Daddy’s no where near done with ya”
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deejayrockz · 8 months
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PAIRING — cc!wilbur x (cc if u want)reader
SUMMARY — wilbur loves kisses, meaning he most definitely has his favourite spots, or as he calls them, the sweet spots.
NOTES — fluff, kisses, readers gender isn't specified however i made it with a fem reader in mind
EXTRA — i was watching that one stream where he talked about the girl in his history class he liked, so thought i'd just make a funky little list of his kisses ^_^ !!
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ʚ┊knee kisses ; the back of the knee, when you're laying face down on the bed, is one of his favourite spots to kiss. you're laying down on your stomach, scrolling through your phone or reading, and he climbs up over you to trail small kisses down your back. once he reaches your knees, he lets out a small smile, kissing the back of them softly, holding onto your ankles to hold himself up. after, he'd probably just flop ontop of you, just for fun !!
ʚ┊hair / head kisses ; wilbur isn't usually one for PDA, only really liking hand holding, or arms around shoulders, as he prefers to be private when holding you, but he loves kissing your hair. if you're in the shop and he's behind you, while you're looking at stuff on the shelf, he most definitely adores wrapping arms around your waist and kissing your head, probably placing his chin on top of your head after. if you're too tall for his chin to be ontop of your hair, hed place it in the crook of your neck and shoulder, kissing softly, relishing in the small giggles you let out.
ʚ┊wrist kisses ; this one makes me so soft ohmygod. he most definitely loves kissing the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse is, as if hes kissing your heart through your hand. if you were to pass him something without looking at him, he'd take it from your hand, but grab your wrist before you could pull it back and kiss the inside as a thank you, smiling innocently after. or if you're laying on bed, and you're sprawled out, he'd kiss your wrist, trailing up your arm, until he finally reached your mouth, in order to wake you up.
ʚ┊stomach kisses ; if you were or if your weren't insecure of your stomach, he'd ask if he could kiss it anyway. you ask why, he just says he wants to show you how much he loves you. simple as that. he's laying his head on your stomach as a film plays, the film is one he's seen multiple times before, as it's usually your go-to romcom for movie nights, so he lifts up your pyjama shirt, leaving soft kisses on your stomach as the film continues. when he first started, it was ticklish, but it soon turned into something you absolutely adored as he left tingles with each kiss placed.
ʚ┊cheek / neck kisses ; cheek kisses are perfect for when he's in a rush, especially with the band, and him having to leave for shows often. before he left the apartment (or house, hotel room, etc), he'd quickly try to find you, giving you a loving kiss on the cheek as he muttered an 'i love you'. neck kisses are similar to the head kisses — he'd like to stand behind you, arms around your waist, while softly kissing your neck. he'd prefer to do this privately, when you two are dancing in the kitchen (cough cough), but he doesn't mind doing this in a somewhat public space. he wouldn't do it infront of a group of friends, more like if you were waiting in line for something .
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iraprince · 28 days
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Any ttrpgs (including/especially yours!) that you recommend to get the oc wheels turnin’? Or especially fun as oc design tools/inspiration?
as an overall recommendation for this, from the perspective of design tools, solo journaling games are often excellent for this -- you can browse the entire solo tag for the physical games category on itch and find TONS!!
moving on to specific recs: not for characters specifically, but for general worldbuilding one of mine i can recommend is lamplighter's festival! it's about building up the history and culture of a location by developing a ritual or holiday that's celebrated there, and i think sometimes creating a location with a lot of intention and thought will of course naturally get you thinking abt the ppl who live there. (i think this is also a great gm tool if you want to bring your party somewhere special!)
divined journey is a game about outlining a character's story in detail using tarot cards -- i've had a lot of fun using this to flesh out existing characters and imagine plot arcs that are different than the ones i'd come up with on my own, but i think it could absolutely start u running on a brand new character too. often the order ppl go in is make the character, THEN put them in a story, but forming a character BY putting them through the story (i.e. keeping them more malleable and considering events the primary development vs "backstory") can be extremely cool
on the more... i don't wanna say "traditional" but like, "narrative tabletop games as we know them" (vs solo journaling stuff/things that lean towards being design tools):
time to drop is a game about pulling one last heist (again and again and again, in a timeloop). i often find that games with a really specific premise/setting kickstart tons of fresh thought; as much as i love just doing the exact tropes i already like ad nauseum (being completely genuine there), restrictions and a narrowed focus are GREAT for getting the brain churning. and trapping a bunch of criminals in a time loop is a great way to develop necessarily juicy oc dynamics :3c
sapphicworld is a game that has gotten me SUPER revved about ocs (up to the point where i once planned out a 12 course formal dinner menu for a campaign finale.....). it's still in development, but you can get a pwyw glimpse at the ashcan here (kind of like a tasting platter of the style and mechanics of the game, which the dev describes as a dream about sapphicworld), and get access to the entire wip game on the darling demon patreon for five bucks. it's worth a billion times that. i love sapphicworld lol
in general i think games that have playbooks and picklists always get me going, for that same "narrowed focus" reason... at first ur urge might be to push outside the picklists, bc u have a different idea or none of the stuff on the list exactly matches what u had in mind for the character, but forcing urself to adhere and then branching out from that is something that i think creates a lot of really fun combinations. for this reason i think that a lot of PBTA stuff fits the bill -- i realize that doesn't narrow things down at all lol but it DOES mean u can browse the pbta tag and then just snag anything that seems to have a setting/tone that you're in the mood for!
i feel like this is a woefully small selection but it's all i have time for today, and ttrpgs are just so broad....! i would love if ppl gave more suggestions in the reblogs + replies!!!
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lowkeyremi · 3 months
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Hey there! was looking through your stuff and realized you’ve never written about Iida before. So guess what? IM gonna be the change…
Could you possibly write a scenario of Iida going through the motions of proposing to the reader? How he’s super meticulous and everything has to go according to plan to where things just…don’t? lol.
But things work out anyways because of course it’s Tenya Iida.
You can do gender neutral or fem, I really don’t care. Thanks!
— lovelyiida ❤︎︎
Perfection t. iida x gn!reader
remi's note: hiiiii!!! i do need to branch out on who i write about don't i? lolll anyway i was super happy to see you requested. you're one of my fav writers on here and it's an honor to write for u!! this is such a cute idea too bc he's def an over thinker and needs everything to go 100% his way. also. wow. this was wayyyy longer than i intended for it to be <3
cw: fluff, slight angst in the beginning, things don't quite go as planned, tenya goes to his big bro for advice, silliness, a little bit of swearing.
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He's tense of course, sitting in his office as the time ticks by. He wants to call his brother just one more time but he knows exactly what he's going to say, "Tenya, you're stressing this too much, they're going to say yes." Which is not what he wants to hear. He needs an absolute fool proof plan and then some.
As he's sitting there thinking his secretary walks in, she looks tired and Tenya pities making her stay a little after her shift finished. "Sir, don't you think it's about time for you to head out? I don't mean to intrude but your partner did get off of work about two hours ago, correct?" She asks looking at her watch.
Two hours? He looks back at the clock. His stomach drops automatically, you must be worried about him. Tenya's never more than an hour late from work, except on nights he tells you he'll be working late.
"Oh my, I suppose I should get home.. I didn't realize how much time has passed by." Truth is, he's not ready to go home. There are already about twenty five different failed scenarios he can think of at the top of his head.
The secretary notices this and she gives him a soft smile, "I'm sure they'll say yes, sir. You guys have been together for six years now and for as long as I've worked for you I haven't seen your partner's love waver." He should be comforted by her words but he's too caught up in his thoughts to feel any comfort.
"I can't do it tonight. I wanted to take them out for dinner and do it afterwards but it's too late tonight. I think I'll aim for this weekend." He sighs quietly. This is the 8th time he's failed to propose to you. He really has been trying, but it's so.. hard.
You're amazing in so many ways and such a kind hearted person. At the same time you can be strict and helpful. You're absolutely everything Tenya's wanted and needed in his life, so it's hard. He doesn't want to propose to you only for you to deny him.
These thoughts shouldn't consume him because he knows you love him. You've given him plenty of your firsts, and him the same. That ugly little voice in the back of his mind won't leave him alone though. It's the same voice that made him think avenging his brother for Stain's wrong doing was okay. The same voice that told him it was okay to dress up as a civilian in order to save Bakugo. The same voice that gets him into so much trouble.
"Good night, Ms. Suzuki." He says waving in her direction as he packs every thing in his brief case.
"Good night, Sir, you've got this." She says, and he sucks in a breath as her heels click away from his office.
Does he have this?
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He doesn't remember much, doesn't even remember driving home. Yet here he is unlocking the door. Upon opening it he can see the soft glow of the TV in the living room. The smell of take out reaches his nose and he immediately relaxes.
"I'm home, baby." He says loud enough for you to hear. His eyes soften as you jump up off the couch to greet him.
"And where were you at mister?" There's a smirk covering your face and he opens his arms to embrace you in a hug.
"Work," he sighs before continuing, "I didn't notice the time until Ms. Suzuki mentioned it." He hears you click your tongue. He feels so at home with your arms wrapped around his neck.
"If you keep overworking that poor lady she might just quit." He smiles at your lecture.
"I know, I know. Tell me about your day? I'm not feeling too good." He says quietly.
"Sick?" You ask checking his forehead. He shakes his head 'no'.
"I just feel like shit right now." He slumps slightly. Your eyes soften and you lead him to the table for some dinner.
He listens to you talk about your promotion and how one of your co workers pulled you aside to tell you that you did not deserve your new position.
"Congratulations, my dear. I wish I could have bought you some flowers. I didn't receive your messages, because I had my personal phone off today. Also don't take their word to heart, they're just jealous of you." He picks up some noodles with his chopsticks.
"It's nothing to worry about Tenya, I promise. Also I know they were jealous but it's still hard to ignore. What about you? How was your day?" He wants to tell you, he really does. He wants to tell you about how much he's struggled to propose to you these last few weeks but he doesn't.
"Nothing really interesting happened today, just the usual." You can tell there's something he's not telling you but instead of prying you nod your head. If he wants to tell you he will.
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It's been about four days since then and Tenya is sitting in his brother's home holding his nephew.
"Uncle Tenya?" The small child asks.
"Yes, Hachiro?" He looks just like his mother Tenya thinks. The only feature the little boy did get from Tensei was his red eyes.
"When will you marry [name]? I want a cousin." Tenya's first question is does he know how kids are made?
"Well, um. I'm not sure. I haven't asked them yet. What do you mean you want a cousin?" He asks the child to elaborate.
"Well I mean my mommy and daddy had me somehow so you and [name] can get me a cousin, right? I want someone to play with." He sounds sincere and it makes his heart tug a little bit. Hachiro is absolutely adorable.
"Don't bother your uncle with such questions, your friend is here for your playdate." Tensei says to Hachiro who immediately hops out of Tenya's lap to run down the stairs where his mother and best friend await him.
"That kid, he's something alright." Tensei chuckles sitting down with two cups of tea.
"Thank you for letting me come over on such short notice." Tenya's stressed because he believes tomorrow is the day he will actually ask the question.
"Of course, what's up little bro?" Tensei sips at his tea.
"I think tomorrow- tomorrow I'm going to do it. For real this time." His breathing becomes shaky and his brother's eyes light up.
"You can do it, Tenya. Let me tell you from experience, it won't be a perfect fairytale proposal but in the end it will work out. When I decided to marry Maria it was so awkward because I had to have our translator there to tell her what I was saying. Since then, I've been learning english. She loves to look back and laugh at our engagement though." He says with a smile.
Tenya thinks to the day his brother called him and told him that he asked Maria to marry him. Tenya asked him if he learned the phrase in english to which he responded with "um... our translator was there to tell her what I was saying and vice versa." He thought it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.
"Basically my proposal can't be worse than yours?" Tenya asks with a smirk to which is brother playfully punches his shoulder.
"That is not what I said you little brat." The two break into laughter and Tenya feels much lighter.
"I've got to go get things set up." He responds standing up. His brother also stands up and the two hug each other.
"Call me and tell me how it goes afterward!" He nods and on the way out he tells his nephew and sister in law goodbye.
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You were still at work by the time Tenya got home. He calls your favorite restaurant. In order to ask of a special request. He knows they don't do reservations but he wants to know if he can make an exception for this special moment.
"Sorry sir, we don't do reservations. It's a policy." The woman over the phone says and he's crushed.
Suddenly he has the idea to order out, "Can I call back tomorrow and place an order for pick up?"
"You most certainly can, Sir!" Her voice has no hatred just pure kindness.
"Alright, thank you. Goodbye." As soon as she says bye back to him he hangs up quickly forming a plan. He'll order your favorite food to go and set up a cute date at your favorite park, then when you're finished eating, the two of you will walk over to the water fountain you met at and he'll get down on one knee for you.
It's simple, he'd really love to go all out but he can't bear the stress of something potentially going wrong.
He hopes you'll like it.
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He asked you to meet up at the park you used to frequent when you guys first started dating.
He's shaking slightly, while looking at the placement of the rose petals and candles. He'd sent a picture to his brother and Midoriya for assurance. Both told him it looked really good.
He's dressed in a blue button down and black slacks, not too fancy but not plain.
He sees you walk up to the table, a smile finds its way to your face and your eyes sparkle.
"What's all of this?" You ask. He helps you sit down on the wooden bench. You take in the beautifully set table. It's slightly windy but you don't mind.
"Um. I- i uh you know. Felt like we haven't been on a proper date in awhile so decided to set up a little something."
"Well you've out done yourself, baby. This looks so pretty." A little bit of stress is lifted off his shoulders. He's happy to hear you compliment his work.
The two of you eat your favorite food. You happen to notice another white box that sits closer to the end of the table.
"Ooooo, is that the cake I like from that place?" You ask pointing at the box. He nods quickly. His face flushes slightly when he sees you smile. It warms his heart.
"It is." You look into his red eyes trying to find the true meaning of this date, but your boyfriend is good at keeping his composure.
You won't give up much to his dismay, "This must be a very special dinner if you got me this cake." He shakes his head and shrugs.
"I promise it's nothing out of the ordinary." He calmly baits you into a different topic of some of your favorite foods which you go on about for twenty seven minutes. Yes, he was counting.
"Are you ready for cake?" He shouldn't even have to ask because he already knows the answer but he asks anyway.
"Of course I want cake! Can I cut it?" Tenya's calm demeanor drops right at that moment. He's starting to panic because he didn't bring a knife for the cake. It's only a minor inconvenience but still causes him to doubt himself.
"I'm guessing you didn't bring a knife, huh? It's alright, I'll cut it with the end of the fork!" You scooch over to grab the box, mouth watering at the thought of your favorite cake.
"You sure? I could run down to the nearest convenience store and-"
"Relax, honey, you're over thinking this. We won't die, I promise." Your words ground him. He takes deep breathes until he's calm again.
"Right. Sorry my love." The disappointment on his face causes you to frown.
"Aw come on, don't apologize. I promise it's fine." You cup his chin with your free hand and he leans into the touch with a small smile.
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"Are we walking to the fountain? I'm stuffed, I don't wanna walk too far." He nods at your question. He's smiling like a teenaged boy and you're wondering what he's up too.
With your hands intertwined and the cool wind hitting your face, you feel content. There's no place on earth you'd rather be than right here.
The beautiful fountain where you met Tenya was close in sight. You could see the lights that were placed inside of it shining brightly.
There's a small thunk that reaches your ears and you turn around thinking you might have dropped something.
When you stop to turn around, you notice a small velvety box that had fallen to the ground.. it must be Tenya's.
"Tenya, wait. You dropped something." He turns around to see what it is and when he does all the color drains from his face.
"Fuck... fuck! The one time everything needs to be perfect I fuck it up." He says cursing himself. You realize what the box is and a giddy feeling takes over.
"Tenya, please calm down. It's okay I'll pretend I didn't see it." You say closing your eyes. It makes him chuckle a little bit to see you act so innocent.
"I appreciate the effort but the surprise is ruined..." He sighs and rubs his face roughly.
"Tenyaaaa. Were you going to take me where we first met and propose?" You ask with a wobbly smile.
"Mhm." You can tell he's upset over it being "ruined" but this is about the happiest day of your life. He's so sweet and thoughtful and knowing him he's probably been stressing this for a long time.
"My poor boyfriend stressing this moment, oh come here baby." You stretch your arms out for a hug and he doesn't hesitate to hug you back.
"Yes, by the way." You whisper into his ear and he scoffs playfully.
"I can I ask the question first?" You roll your eyes the stray tears falling onto his shirt.
"[name], I can't even lie I've been stressing this moment for the past couple of weeks. Let me tell you it has NOT been easy. I've consulted to my brother and Midoriya countless times in order to ensure a perfect proposal and if I'm being honest I should have taken Tensei's advice of 'it won't be perfect' it would have saved me a lot of stress.... but, would you do the honor of marrying me, being my equal, and staying with me through any and everything?" His voice is shaky and he's blushing so hard that you want a picture to show to everyone.
"Yes! Yes I will. WOOP WOOP. He likes it so he's about to put a ring on it!!!" You yell in excitement to no one in particular.
He's crying and laughing at how silly you are.
"I don't know what I was so afraid of."
"Me either!" You agree.
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coquelicoq · 4 months
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i know we're all losing it at this sudden insight we've gained in the [tarik voice] uhhh why is there a drone in my face scene, so i wanted to pull out some moments from previous books in which murderbot uses drones to look at people and see how differently they read if we now assume said drones are hovering inches away from their faces. reviewing my notes to look for examples is how i found out that mb doesn't pilot drones to look at people's faces until FT/NE, with one exception, and it's a doozy:
When it [the drone] reached Wilken, I had it stop and hover in front of her face for twenty-six seconds. Okay, so I was a little angry. (RP, ch. 5)
so like, it knows putting a drone in somebody's face is gonna freak them out, and it uses that to fuck with a human that pissed it off. lol.
that's really the only moment in the first four books where mb could conceivably be droning right up in someone's business, and it's made explicit. so i don't think we missed anything there. FT and NE are another story. here are some of my favorite moments:
FT
Indah faced me and asked, "You have experience at this?" Watching her via the drones, I kept my gaze on the Starchy Foods!!! sign, which had little dancing figures around it which I guess were supposed to be starchy foods. (ch. 1)
there's something about having a drone in your face while you're trying to talk to a person who is staring very seriously at a whimsical sign that contains three exclamation points...
Indah stared at Tural. So did I, with my drones. (ch. 2)
MULTIPLE drones in face incident! plus your boss giving you the eyeball?? tural is doing their best u guys please have mercy!
He [one of Mensah's assistants] was used to me and used to confidential council stuff, so he didn’t even glance up at my drones, just nodded to us and slipped out as we stepped in. (ch. 6)
whose job is it to tell newly hired assistants "ignore it" when there's a drone in their face? it's probably part of the standard onboarding procedure at this point tbh.
Then me, Aylen, and Indah were standing in the office looking at each other. Or they were looking at me and my drones were looking at them. (ch. 6)
mexican standoff if instead of guns you had eye contact and also one of the people involved doesn't like making eye contact. or something.
NE
The drone I had watching [Mensah's] face increased magnification, its low-light filter rendering her features in black and white. (ch. 2)
POV you're having a tense conversation about trauma therapy in the dark with a little flying camera buzzing around your head. just little secunit teammate things! (i actually think mensah finds this very comforting though. she smiles at the drone four pages later <3)
I wanted to use my drones to look at [Amena], but while that was calming for me, it wouldn’t be for her. (ch. 3)
hmm would it not be calming for amena to have something hovering in her face right when she's about to be abducted by raiders? ya think??
I had a drone view of Amena watching the hand scanner, her brow furrowed in half-wince, half-concentration. (ch. 6)
it doesn't have to be like this [mb 🤝 performing surgery] when it can also be like this [putting a drone in amena's face 🤝 mb 🤝 performing surgery]. mb has two hands (metaphorically)
My drone watched [Amena] eyeing me. (ch. 20)
every time mb says it sees through a drone that someone is watching it gets 200% funnier if this means that the person is deliberately ignoring the drone invading their personal bubble in order to look at the person that is outside of their personal bubble. like that's commitment.
[Mensah] came and sat down next to me in the lounge and I adjusted a drone to be able to get a view of her face. (ch. 20)
read: "a drone zoomed down from where it was circling above my head and stopped an inch in front of mensah's nose." i mean, you don't have to read it that way, it's never made explicit and i'm not the boss of you. but isn't it fun to imagine?
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chelemlem · 2 months
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Landoscar flatmates au ? For the au prompts!
OH HELLO. ok this is more neighbours au than flatmates but !
lando moves into his first london apartment trying to get his new streaming company off the ground. it's Not a nice place exactly. the stairwell is a fire hazard and there are water stains wrapped around the smaller-than-he's-used-to kitchen and he's pretty sure his downstairs neighbours are serial killers with the odd hours they keep & passive aggressive notes they leave around (wdym "kindly refrain from yelling when ppl are trying to sleep" who goes to bed at 7pm m8? but ok FINE he can schedule his cod streams for earlier in the day 🙄)
but that's what you get for wanting to "make it on ur own". so to speak
one sultry summer afternoon his doorbell rings and oh worm? it's the fabled downstairs neighbour who he's never met before. he's got floppy hair and bags under his eyes and apparently he's going to be late on rent this month bc he lost his second job. internally lando's like uh ok sure? what's that got to do with me but then Floppy Hair gives him a slow once-over and says: "or i could maybe. blow you?"
and that's??? fuck, why not. the guy's fit. what the hell
he figures out what that was all about later: oscar the downstairs bloke thinks LANDO owns the apartment bc he coincidentally shares a last name with their landlord ?
which brings up like: The Ethical Conundrum. on one hand: honesty, yeah? but lando's morals are fluid at the best of times and tbh the convenience of having dick that good only a floor down is nothing to sneeze at‼️ besides, between his delivery job and engineering coursework, oscar seems to have enough on his plate without adding apartment-hunting to the mix. it's win-win, really? what oscar doesn't know won't hurt him. lando can cover his share
cue 3-5 months of some of the best sex lando's ever had, partly for the normal reasons and partly bc of how Down oscar is to try all the weird kinky shit lando is into (which he chalks up to the fact that in oscar's mind he's essentially selling his body for shelter...... insert vague guilt)
and the problem is lando's growing fond of oscar's like dry sense of humor and his surprisingly good cooking (when he's got the time) and ends up doing all sorts of throat-constrictingly domestic stuff like dropping oscar off at class and ordering extra groceries for him and one day when they're sat in oscar's apartment waiting for the kettle (a shmancy new one lando bought) to boil, oscar jokes "oh am i officially a sugar baby now... a rentboy if u will" lando has a mild (read: severe) crisis about it and just. blurts out the truth
oscar's quiet for a bit. and then he's like: yeah i know
and hi what? the? fuck? but oscar's like uh so i ran into our real landlord a couple of weeks after we started shagging and i know i should have said something when u began paying a third of my rent but. shrugs. i looked u up and it seems like you can afford it (pure electric advert). also i... like hanging out with you. i like cooking for you. i like having sex and enough free time to sleep. i wanna keep doing it if you... (he's blushing now) don't mind
and lando's lowkey like youuu son of a bitch but he recognises he doesn't have a leg to stand on and hey does this mean oscar can actually spend nights at his place instead of walking back to his own apartment ? cut to future oscar cameoing in the background of lando's streams as Anonymous Boyfriend and maxf being like why the hell do you still have him saved in ur phone as "rentboy 💕"
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icarus-star · 8 months
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danny smut where reader realizes he has a praise kink when she jokingly calls him good boy one day!!!!!!!!!! and then she just keeps randomly praising him and HES ALL BLUSHY N SHITTTT!!!!!!!!!😛😛😛😛 #goingcrazy. if ur not comfortable w writing female reader its ok,, i just used "she" when i wrote the request^^ up there but u dont need to make it a female reader!!! :) it can be gn!reader as well. whatever ur comfy with! <3
tease | danny cooper <3
a/n: rahhhh what an idea hehe 🤭 honestly, i usually try to write more gn stuff, but always ending up writing smutty things with a reader with female genitalia. it's easier for me cuz uhhhh, yk
@that-one-persons-posts
18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!
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i think it all might have started with him grabbing you something at the store you asked him to get, and as a joke you call him your good boy
or talking to some of your friends who are all talking about their bf's/gf's etc. and you pop in with danny like and refer to him as a good boy jokingly
either way he's just standing there like "😳?"
seeing him like that, a lil idea makes it's way into your brain :3
literally anytime he does something the correct way, you tell him how he did "such a good job" and that he's "such a good boy" and all that
then he's a quiet blushy mess, he doesn't know what to do at all
he'll probably ask you to stop, pretending like he doesn't like being called your good boy and that it's embarrassing
and he stutters sm!! :P
"hey.. quit it! p-please... it's just um.. 's just so embarrassing.."
he'd say that, hiding his face by looking in another direction at whatever might be there
whenever you praise him after the very first time, he's not really shocked or anything, just so so blushy!! he's all like ">///<" and it's so cute!!
bonus points if you leave a playful lil smack on his ass too, just saying that your messing around and don't actually mean anything 🤫
ok ok, and here me out on this one: he's a lil bit nervous to order for himself at a restaurant, you whisper to him that good boys always are able to order for themselves then he's even more flustered but still orders for himself and you tell him just how good he did :3
and i can't think of much more bc ive been in the process of writing this for way too long and i think i went super off track
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posallys · 3 months
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ok 1 ur desktop theme is GORG and 2 i need (if u wanna) ur thoughts about the show (or show sally in gen bc ur the only one i trust with her)
thank you!! i was actually thinking about updating it but maybe i wont 🤭🤭 and i have a lot of thoughts about the show except none only very few of them are good and i will be crucified by the 13-year-olds
im going to tell you anyway.
i will start with something i like....percy being angry. like yes give me the anger of a 12 year old who feels utterly alone in the world and doesn't understand (or does and it makes him more angry)
the fight scenes are dog shit. the only kind of cool one was in the arch but it was only cool because of percy doing the bait and switch and falling through the arch...the fights are bland boring sucky whatever other synonym you wanna use
uhhhhh sally jackson is not and would never be sitting in the rain pining of the god she told to leave....and especially not to teen pop...if she WERE going to act like a 16 year old and do the pining thing it would be to fucking like...billy joel and ricky martin and donny hathaway and stuff llike that okay...
i will preface this by saying that yes i understand that talking back to an abuser the way sally does in ep 1 doesn't make the abuse less abusive....however i DO not like the fact that that scene explicitly goes against sally characterization in the books....i am not digging my book out atm but the part where percy is like "my mother has never raised her voice or said an unkind word to anyone"....me thinks the writers all read the books 10 years ago and are going off of memory alone + or their brains are so clouded by the obsessive Big Screen Need to make women a badass girlboss slay queen i fucking hate it here
LET ANNABETH BE SILLY AND FUNNY AND CUTE AND CRY AND NOT BE AN ADULT THANK YOU....hated that they made annabeth the one to realize that it was medusa and not grover...give me back grover having to wrangle percy and annabeth into backpack leashes just to keep them on task/stop them from wandering off...book trio i miss you
i absolutely ADORE leah, walker, and aryan though the three of them are so so perfect, A+ casting no notes couldn't have done it better myself. if it weren't for the three of them i would have zero hope for the show i cannot lie...they're carrying. without them it's just..bad.
the pacing???? bad.
why did we waste half of the 4th ep on the train with echidna...stupid dumb pointless i hate it here
i do like the whole not all monsters are monsters and the gods aren't inherently good just because they're gods thing they've got going on though...very inch resting...silently hoping that they do a complete 180 and have percy side with luke and redo the series from there because that would be iconic as fuck <3 a girl can dream because at least then i could take the show at face value and not take 80 health damage every time they mess up a key part of the books...im at -29834 heath rn.
where was the time at chb before the quest??? the oh so important vital scene where luke teaches percy to sword fight???? like BRO that's soooooooooooo important to ME how could you get rid of that
not having annabeth show percy around camp
additionally, not having annabeth feed him the nectar and ambrosia, WHICH BY THE WAY they haven't even mentioned in the show yet...plot armor gone rip
not the fredrick chase sympathy while simultaniously blaming the woman...........rick when i get my hands on you...
annabeth having to EARN thalia's love??? absolutely not probably one of their biggest fuck ups fr.
the scene where sally is talking about Poseidon to percy...i do not like it sam i am. bad. not wistful enough not longing enough not sad enough not gut wrenching enough...also not completely here for sally telling percy that his dad was a god because....sallys whole thing was NOT telling him in order to keep him safe...i know they changed it in the show so sally knew he was going to camp immediately but that does not mean i have to like it
the scene with sally and percy in the pool. i hated everything about that. sally would never talk to percy like that never talk to him about money never make it seem embarassing NOT TO MENTION that percy simply wasn't scared of the water. that's stupid as fuck. theres a part in the book where percy literally says being by the water calms both him and his mom like...come the fuck on just admit you can't fucking read or at least didn't read the book.
sally annabeth get behind me so they cant hurt you anymore
i did loveeeee percy praying to sally though...absoutely insane and true of them. also the "I AM SALLY JACKSON'S SON" yesss baby you tell them about your mommy!!!!!!
them making athena moa level bad in tlt is quite interesting. setting up annabeth siding with percy pretty well.
also the whole impertinence thing over medusa's head was weird to me. when annabeth first said that i had immediately thought that annabeth's impertinence was telling percy to pray to poseidon IN ATHENA'S TEMPLE bc that made much more sense to me...but whatever
the annabeth/medusa parallel is intriguing at the very least
the underwater scene with the neraid was cool even though i hated the parallel to the pool scene w/ sally.
the dumbass pinecone fate line. 0/10 did you read the book? did you pay attention to how empathetic and reflective percy was when he found out about thalia?
honestly....i think disney was just the wrong place to go with this show because it's like what...pg? it should be pg 13 and should have more... sustenance.
this medusa was so cool though. which we could've seen a fight.
i need to know how many women are in the writer's room though...because It Does Not Look Good. funny how the characters that they're fucking up are all women....crazy. weird. totally coincidental.
are we just not going to talk about the vitality and pressure of getting the bolt back on time? where is the inherent inevitable danger, the suspense, the fear of not accomplishing a seemingly impossible talk looming over everything
this is 10000% not all of my thoughts but im not going to rewatch in order to collect them all so this is what you get xoxox
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izukuisbaby · 2 years
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⊹˚.⋆ SEX ON THE BEACH - BOSS SATORU GOJO
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℘ flora's notes : i got lots of "more gojo" in my form so here u go 👀
℘ infos : female reader, uh not full on nsfw but it does get pretty heated in there , it's my first time writing something so explicit, I don't want to read it again or I'll probs run away from here. I'm posting it and going to sleep let's see if you guys will like it💀💀
m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed ! I really need feedback on this, it's a first haha
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being satoru gojo's assistant was not the easiest job. he was very... energetic and was more exhausting than the paperwork. you had to deal with his random outbursts of emotions and his unstoppable God complex for 10 long hours from Monday to Friday. as annoying as he could be, gojo was fond of you. let's say he was not exactly discreet about it. AND HE ALWAYS SAID IT WITH A SMIRK. it's almost like he doesn't smile, he just smirks.
"ooouh nice skirt y/n, leaves little to the imagination... if you see what i mean", "love the way you did your hair today, really frames your face, really pretty yeah". he was also kind of touchy, but he knew his limits and never crossed them. he held your waist when he passed by you, made your feet touch in meetings, winked at you every now and then. you could not deny that your boss was very, very sexy. you knew it was wrong, but it was exciting to have a crush on your boss. and honestly, who could blame you ?
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gojo made you go through hell today - not willingly - his all over the place personality aside, he was quite a nice employer. he even brought you your favorite drink every morning, but that was just his way of flirting with you. you left work at 8PM and you were exhausted. you could barely write, your hand was numb because of all the paperwork. your best friend decided that you two should go out to the bar next to your office, you were meeting her there.
you sat on the stool next to her, immediately exhaling, letting your stress out. you ordered a sex on the beach, then a second, a third and you eventually lost count. the first drink hit you pretty hard, it felt like you were floating on a cloud and you just had to drink the other cocktails to enhance that feeling. your best friend was pretty drunk too and left to the bathroom. you were resting your head in your hand, trying to keep composure as a person seated next to you.
"we could have sex on the beach, you know ?" the voice said, you could hear the smirk, your boss' smirk, but your brain was too slow to register that...
"at this point I really don't care who and where I fuck so please do... MR GOJO OH MY GOD !" you dramatically gasped. "THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I DRANK SO MANY STUFF- SHIT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. I'M SORRY WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY MOUTH, I'LL BE THERE ON TIME TOMORROW I PROMISE I-"
"chill, love. I'm not gonna fire you damn, everyone can get a drink. I mean... several drinks, based on your state. And I can't blame you for wanting to have sex with me, you're not exactly the only one."
"I'm so sorry this is so unprofessional of me, mr gojo i-" you started, panicking.
"call me satoru." he said sternly.
"i- i can't call you by your first name, you're my boss ?" you questioned
" i won't be "just your boss" for long princess. now come on, I'll bring you home you're wasted." he picked you up bridal style, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
"wait the bill... my friend..." you said drowsily
"ah yeah, we are not robbing the bar from 7 sex on the beaches now are we ? here you go sir, keep the change." he gives the bartender a 100 dollar bill before taking you into his car. he buckled you in and grabbed a plastic bag... just in case.
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after what seemed like a good 20 minutes ride, the car came to a stop. "is your head okay, pretty girl ?" he asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"i thought I'd be pretty hammered, but the alcohol just gives me enough confidence to do this." you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips against yours. he put his hand behind your head, pulling you closer and put his tongue against your mouth. you opened it and ensued a heated make out session.
gojo was one hell of a good kisser. everytime your lips touched, each one of your cell was tingling. you two touching made electricity flow through both of your bodies. you could smell his shampoo as you ferociously gripped his hair, in an attempt to stay as close as possible.
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"i'll take the couch y/n, sleep in the bed."
you were too tired to argue and you just let him tuck you in his bed. he closed the door behind him and you buried your head into the pillow. everything smelled like his intoxicating self. you tried to fall asleep, in vain. you had to feel him again, you had to.
unable to let go off his pillow, you brought it downstairs with you. gojo was not sleeping yet, he was lying sideways on the couch, watching TV. you barely acknowledged the screen as your eyes met. he patted the free space in front of him and signaled for you to lay down beside him. the alcohol has worn off by now and your shy self was mortified. hesitantly, you sat, straight as a stick. you were shaking, not knowing what to do. your boss was charismatic and intimidating, you didn't want to cross a line.
your stiffness caused him to chuckle. he gently pushed on your arm to force you to lay down on the pillow he was planning to sleep on, big enough to fit both of your heads. he put a blanket over the two of you and rubbed your legs so you would extend them. you were now fully spooning with your boss, he was softly circling his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you to sleep.
only, being so close to your hot boss caused a throbbing down there.
"...gojo" you moaned accidentally, causing him to raise his head above yours.
"satoru. if you're gonna moan my name, moan it correctly." his stern tone did not help your wetness.
"satoru please... i- i need you..." you desperately admitted, almost shaking from the unbearable friction. you moved his hand down to where you needed him the most.
"i mean... you do owe me a sex on the beach, love." he smirked and got on top of you.
you were in fact, not on time the next day and neither was he-
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littlemoon-beam · 7 months
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hiya moon, hope ur having a good day :)
been having some swissdew hurt/comfort thoughts, where maybe they argue w each other for whatever reason and kinda blow up on each other but then they make up
i’d love to read something like that written by you if you’re interested :) if u do write it pls take as long as u need <3
So ...this just ran off and did some stuff. I hope you like it 🖤
Dew is a sad little creature who does things he shouldn't in order to feel something. He doesn't think he deserves love and man does that break my heart.
Unhealthy relationship with an unnamed cruel Dom in the Abbey, Dew gets slapped and his cheek and lip bleed, spitting, safeword used
He needed Swiss, needed his hands and his arms and his rough voice right up against his ear telling him he loved him.
He got a door slammed in his face instead.
Swiss had only just gotten Dew's shirt off when the whole thing started, his stupid mouth only fueling the fire of the multi ghouls anger.
"What the fuck, Dew! What happened?" His big hands had come to hold Dews ribs softly, fingers circling around the dark bruises and fading teeth marks.
"It's fine, just ignore it." He had tried to pull Swiss back up, to get him against his lips.
"Ignore-Dew what the fuck?" He sat back on his heels and Dew saw the second everything clicked in place. "You went back to him."
"I deserved it. I wanted it."
Wrong thing to say apparently. Swiss jumped off the bed like it was on fire, eyes hard on Dew's face.
"What did I fucking tell you! If you ever came here looking like that I'm-"
"Fuck you! I tried to come to you but you were too fucking busy thinking with your dick to be bothered to even let me talk. You didn't have any problem fucking me quiet, you two really aren't all that different!"
He regrets it as soon as he says it. The acrid, untrue words flying out of his mouth before he has a chance to gag them down. They land like a steel toed boot and Swiss flinches.
"Swiss-"
"Get out." His eyes spark like lightning just barely contained.
"I didn't mean that-"
"Get the fuck out!" He stalks forward and grabs Dew's arms just a fraction too hard and shoves him into the hallway, door slamming in his face and the lock clicking echoing around his skull.
He bites down the need to beg against the door, to throw himself on his knees and take whatever punishment Swiss saw fit. His eyes burn and shame floods his veins and he walks away.
Dew kicks his door shut when he gets into his room. The cuffs are still on his bed posts, he can still smell the blood on the air, his boots are still tucked in the corner.
Reminders of his failures and inability to be anything but a fuck up.
He shoves his window open to clear the air and his head but all it does is make him feel worse, the chill wrapping around him and making him feel even more alone.
The noise in his head is too much and he finds himself leaving his room with his claws in his palms.
Rain and Swiss are together, moving into Rain's room and Dew swallows down the urge to scream. Swiss looks devastated, heart broken and sick.
"Hi Dew." Rain smiles but it doesn't touch his eyes. Swiss looks anywhere but at the little fire ghoul, refuses to even acknowledge his existence.
Dew keeps walking. He can't see them with their hands together and pressed in close, sharing love he has never deserved.
"Dew-"
"Let him go. He never fucking listens anyway." Swiss grits out.
The words fall like a backhand but he doesn't falter in his steps. He turns on a cruel grin, one he knows Swiss hates and keeps it moving.
He flinches when Rain's door closes but he refuses to look back. The walk down to the basement takes forever but it'll be worth it when he's on his knees or suspended from his wrists and no one can hear him crying.
The heavy door groans when he pushes it open and his heart thumps in his throat, tail twitching nervously behind him while his ears swivel to pick up any noise.
He jumps when a heavy hand lands in his shoulder. "Back so soon, Dew?"
There's a mocking tone in his voice, cruel and cold enough to make Dew shake.
"I-" Dew drops his head to his chest, eyes closed. He moves into the room and kneels where he's supposed to, waiting to be directed.
"Do you deserve my time today?" He stands before Dew, imposing and impatient.
"Sir-"
The hand that fists in his hair isn't unexpected, the spit landing on his face isn't either.
The sharp back hand is. The rings on his fingers cutting his cheek open rattles his brain and he can't quite process that it actually happened.
"Why do you look so shocked? This is all you deserve." He tugs Dews head back. "This is what you're made for."
Swiss comes unbidden in his mind, his easy smile, his booming laugh, the love he has never once withheld.
His chest aches and he needs him, he needs everything that Swiss is.
Another slap splits his lip. "I-"
He keeps going, spits and slaps, keeping Dew lightheaded and confused. Keeps him just on this side of consciousness. He doesn't know how long he's kept there, long enough it feels like his head might crack open.
The words screamed at him hurt worse than the hands on his body, the cruel things Dew thinks to himself now spat back in the voice of another, giving truth to the lies, fanning the flames of his self hatred.
He can imagine Swiss' eyes, the way he chases out Dew's demons with one look, the way they burn like the sun when he makes Dew smile, the way they find him across the room just because he wants to see the little ghoul...
"Red!" He brings his hands up when he calls it, bracing for another hit to come anyway.
He scoffs, hatred in his eyes. "Get out of my sight. Don't waste my time again."
He can't get up on his feet fast enough. He slides across the floor when he breaks out in a sprint toward his room. Rain's door is still shut and his stomach feels weighed down with lead.
He frantically grabs the boots, rips the cuffs off of his bed, the riding crop from beside the dresser and tosses them in the hallway, hands shaking and vision blurred by tears.
All but hyperventilating, he lands hard on his knees in the middle of his room, hands up over his ears and clawing at his hair. The harsh words left mud and bitter bruises against his skin and he can't think of anything but how bad it burns.
He doesn't want to be alone, he doesn't want to be cast away from his pack and abandoned but he'd never blame them if it happens. When it happens.
When warm arms wrap around him he fights, he gnashes his teeth and throws his weight but they don't budge.
He's white hot and screaming, the arms are too soft and he doesn't deserve it.
"Easy, firebird." Swiss speaks calmly, like he's not wrangling hell fire in his arms. "Don't listen to those voices in your head, listen to mine."
He shakes his head and tries to get away, to get to his feet and run. But Swiss holds fast and keeps talking.
"You have to stop doing this to yourself, Dew. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you broken like that."
"Deserve-"
"Love, you deserve to be loved, firebird. Stop fighting me when I try to give it to you. Stop running from me."
There's a crack in Swiss' voice and all the fight leaves Dew's veins. He clutches at Swiss' arms, silently begging him to just keep holding on.
"I'm not going anywhere, firebird, but you've gotta let me in." He kisses the top of his head. "I'm not ever going to give up on you."
He shuts his eyes and tries to allow the words to sink in, tries to get them to cover over every inch of pain he bears so deeply.
"I'm...I'm sorry Swiss I-"
"Not right now. We can talk about that later." He holds one of his little hands in his, smiling at the size difference. "Right now I just want to love you."
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SPOILERS IF U HAVEN'T WATCHED THE LATEST TUBBO STREAM AS OF TODAY (Feb 21, 24) JUST SO U KNOW !!!!!! I will summarize these massive paragraphs in the points at the very end in a sort of timeline order that I can think of for this so gonna start off this rant talking about how the timeline makes absolutely no sense at all
So there was some sort of ancient thing from "long long ago" or something and they went to get the remains of it because for whatever reason that was gonna help to bring q!Tubbo back
also Creation was built by Tubbo to protect the eggs(? or atleast thats what its doing rn) (mainly Sunny I assume but could've originally started building it for Chayanne and Tallulah) after it was built it was given instructions I guess on what to do in case of certain situations such as him being gone in any way etc etc
but if Tubbo erased his memory (we'll come back to how that doesn't make sense as of now, later) of building Creation, then he must have already been given Sunny by the federation in order for him to have been able to put her as rank 1 on the list (because of course, he erased his memory of Creation, so he couldn't have gone back and changed it later)
Creation had been originally built "long long ago" (during the time of said ancient thing from earlier, some sort of order or something? we don't really know (double parentheses, crazy I know, but keep in mind that order could also potentially mean like "given an order" as in something it was told to do previously)) so was Creation originally built for something else? and then his purpose was changed to protect the eggs after that? Well then that implies Tubbo knew Creation existed during his time on Quesadilla island up until sometime after he got Sunny (I've seen some people talk about time travel theories about what I just said but im not gonna get into that cuz its a whole lot, im just saying what we know and adding a tiny bit of theories into it)
He joined an Operation at some point also? Im assuming during the long ago ancient era or whatever but like bro these are too many words to remember
So "the old order" and "the operation" are most likely 2 separate things as Creation doesn't typically use multiple names for one thing
So he made Creation before he joined the operation as a "last effort to hold on" and he did all that "very very long ago before the island looked like what it [does] today"
last effort to hold on makes me think like, as in someones dying? like Creation is his last chance if he comes close to death (which based on what we've seen makes complete sense)
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anyways enough of confusing timeline stuff for now, time to get into whats going on with Tubbo specifically
Personally I though he might've been a robot, and I still believe that to be true despite information we've been given I feel its sort of a really badly kept secret on Creations part, it keeps sort of slipping up in its wording, forgetting saying things like "he will be shut off for good" is not the typical word use for humans(?) (things that are alive ig)
Because bro like you cant just drop "he was never alive to begin with" (he said talking to Phil) and like...... do anything else with that???? If something was never alive, it was never alive, like I dunno what else Tubbo could be without never have been alive?? It could've been an exaggeration or meant to be more like "he was never alive since the day you met him" instead of never alive at all
besides that, getting back to the "he erased his memory about specifically Creation existing" point not making sense, that is also why I think hes a robot still, cause how else would bro be able to just grab a specific memory from his brain and delete it??????
PLUS THE NEEDED DATA TO BRING HIM BACK HOW, WHO, WHERE, WHAT, WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU NEED DATA TO REVIVE SOMEONE WHO WASN'T A ROBOT??
even if hes not a robot bros got some like computer chip in his brain or something like........
also just gonna add in that on the original Creation stream (Niki's stream) he says something along the lines of protecting all the eggs except the one that isn't actually an egg or something Just wanna say that I think this is referring to Tubbo because yeah, he was always jokingly treated as an egg with cookies and everything and then towards the end he only had 2 lives just like them and Creation never protected him cause (A) he wasn't actually an egg and (B) Tubbo can't know he exists, so even if he wanted to protect him he couldn't either that or it was code flippa but whateverrrr :P
anyways thats the end of that for now until my brain goes crazy again
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Tubbo made Creation before he joined "The Operation" (don't know what Creation was originally built for)
he did all that "very very long ago before the island looked like what it [does] today"
At some point he was frozen in the ice prison after this (we don't know for sure if he still has his memories of before this at this point, but most likely does for this to make sense (unless time travel maybe but we don't talk about that))
After meeting everyone and getting close with the eggs (specifically Chayanne and Tallulah) he starts changing the purpose of Creation to protect the eggs
Not long after this hes given Sunny by the Fed
He then completes Creations new purpose by putting in the ranking system (he would've had to have met Sunny before this or it doesn't make sense)
Then he deletes his memories (somehow lmao) of Creation
Creation is most likely shut down and hidden away somewhere, set to only activate if needed (dunno what these reasons he would've given Creation would be but one of them was definitely if he went missing/died or something)
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hopefulnightlady · 4 days
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141 Nsfw Headcannons four, smut galore
(gender neutral)
Part one(Price): here
Part two(Soap): here
part three(Gaz): here
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So yeah here is the last part. As always, have fun if u disagree well. Tell me so i can tell you how wrong you are ^-^. Remember i made these out of sheer frustration at the prevalent characterisations. If you like super duper dark evil murder monster Simon 9000, you will not like this. Respectfully, go back to booktok🥰
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Spoicy stuff under the cut, folks!
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Same as price with the issues of separating his job and the sort of violence kinky sex brings
I mean he literally has a murder fursona (ghost) to cope with existing and to separate it from himself
(going to give you a sec here to digest murder fursona)
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probably suuuper quiet (internalized toxic masculinity says he's not allowed to enjoy things)
he would not be good at communicating in general
If you manage to get into his heart, and you must've if you're in his bed, he's probably trying very very hard for you about everywhere else
but this stuff? emotional intimacy, especially when mixed with physical intimacy? nope, not even on his list
you'd have your work cut out for you
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To not only shit on Ghost, here is a non-exhaustive list of stuff that he's good at/with
following direction (if you say 'just like that' he does. just. that.) not in a ‘sub’ way, just in a ‘good at following orders’ sort of way
actually, maybe a little bit in a sub way (hehe subway), not super kinky just.... wants to make Sure you're happy?
nice dick, big but not wayyy to big, and he doesn't think it makes him magically amazing at sex
loves giving head👍 doesn't matter your bits, if you like it, he will
the murder stare is pretty hot in the bedroom (especially when being given head)
he actually gets better at the genuine vulnerability stuff with time.
and oh, he tries. sooo. hard. and it's obvious
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Bonus, because it's not talked about nearly enough:
-He’d have ED (erectile dysfunction) issues. It's very likely at least one of them would, and mr skullmask flavor ptsd is my prime candidate
-it wouldn't be constant, and not anything like a medical issue, mostly just stress, abd performance anxiety, and well, the trauma
-He would hate himself PROFOUNDLY for it. I wish he didn't, but he would.
-Esp with his issues about talking about his feelings, i think you'd not even know until like. Wayyyy into the relationship
Totally the type of guy ro manage to hide it for yearsss
-perhaps you finding out (and better NOT CARING!!!) helps with the anxiety surrounding the topic for him, which in turn might soothe the symptoms are little
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Aftercare:
he didn't even know such a thing existed until he randomly read on google about it (only AFTER the conversation about emotional intimacy and communication during sex was had)
And now he helps you clean up, and brings you a snack and water, and generally does everything he thinks might help you feel safe and happy
Still doesn't do much actual... talking. But the actions speak for themselves, and he's really trying
once the cleanup/snack is concluded, he will Cuddle you. Because he quickly learned skin to skin is important after Sex
For precisely 15 minutes, that is, after that he starts to get antsy, needing some time with No one Perceiving him.
(yes, it's pretty precisely 15 minutes. But!!! he already did 1 whole Sex with you, plus the cuddling? that's rough, bud)
would probably shower, or smoke, some small excuse for time alone and then come back, sit with you, or go to bed with you, or generally be close without too excessive touching
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Bye bye folks, that's it!
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