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#i just KNOW his ass is crazy I can FEEL it
literaila · 2 days
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what does reader think of all the students at jujutsu tech ? is she like a proud mum when she meets yuji and nobara and is like "my son made friends" ? does megumi come home kn the weekends ? are they all sad when he officially starts there ?
trust that reader is everyone’s mom figure. she is the only person with any common sense, the most sane out of them all. if there’s a question that needs to be answered, reader should be the first person anyone goes to (someone might say otherwise but still)
satoru might say that you need to be a little “crazy” to be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you think he’s just projecting.
and you tell him this when you’re discussing megumi, talking about him living away from home—because jujutsu is immersive. it’s something you’re supposed to devote your lives to and you know this.
you do. really.
i mean, you lived there. you went to class with other sorcerers—satoru—and you know that you can’t half ass a career in jujutsu. you know.
but still, you can’t help but lay in bed with satoru and talk about megumi and ask him “does he really have to live there?” you’ll stare at satoru’s face. his half vacant eyes, tired from a day of work and all three of you. “he could come home at night and eat dinner. he could drive over with us.”
“what would the other first years say?”
“they wouldn’t have to know.”
you know you sound a bit naive. like a kid. but, honestly, didn’t satoru fall in love with you when you were one. why should it matter to either of you?
“what do you think nanami and haibara would’ve thought if you went home every night when you came to school?”
you give him a look, half joking. in no world would that have even been possible for you.
“okay,” he rolls his eyes. “what do you think suguru would’ve thought about me? if i went home every night to the gojo clan? or shoko?”
“they both made fun of you anyway.”
“megumi wants to go,” satoru reminds you like you don’t already know it. “do you want him to feel separated from his classmates?”
“stop,” you tell him, groaning into the side of his head. his hair smells like gumdrops and plums.
“i’m just saying,” satoru kisses behind your ear, his go-to method of distraction. “he’s a man.”
“he’s not.”
satoru shakes his head against yours, not saying anything.
“he’s not. you’re not even a man.”
the boy in question grins like this is what he was waiting for you to say. “and i still lived in the dorms, a building away from you.”
you sit up suddenly, thinking. “what if megumi falls in love with a classmate?”
satoru laughs.
“no, i’m serious—“
still, when megumi moves into his dorm room, you don’t even attempt to dissuade him. he seems… as giddy as he can get, carrying his boxes around campus like he didn’t spend half his childhood following you or satoru around.
you’re immensely glad that you agreed to work there with him in this moment. satoru says he has no idea when the other first years will show up—as per usual—and you don’t want megumi to be alone for long.
so it’s fortunate that satoru can introduce him to the now second years, and you can stand along slide megumi all the while, grinning at your pupils and nudging megumi to be polite.
you don’t get to watch satoru smile at your overprotective tendencies or proud-motherly instincts. he finds it… slightly adorable (and insanely attractive) to watch you fuss over your son like he’s a tiny little doll you can dress up.
and really, you’re just glad that megumi isn’t afraid of all of this like you were. that he had someone—two people—to show him the reins. that satoru is going to be there beside him the whole time, you just a classroom away.
yeah, you think, for just once, it’ll all be fine.
and then you get to hear all about satoru’s teaching methods from your new students (which ensues a whole… months worth of arguments).
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missdictatorme · 3 days
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The Sweetest Fruit In The Garden - Part 6
Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Older!Fem!Reader
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Smut, hints of Angst
Summary: After college Miguel is quick to find a good paying job as an IT technician, he is also popular with the ladies and despite his sometimes grumpy behaviour, his friends are still tolerating him. Life is good. Then why doesn't he feel happy? While visiting his parents in the summer for a few weeks he may just find the only thing missing from his life.
Warnings: swearing, sex, dirty talk, Reader is hot and then cold and it turns Miggy crazy, but poor boy is in l.o.v.e. Didn't proofread.
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You didn't know how long you were asleep, but you woke up feeling like something heavy was on you. As your mind started to clear from the sleep and you opened your eyes, you saw that it was still dark and the only light coming in was from the streetlamps outside. You were laying on your back and you only needed a few seconds to realize what was the weight you felt. Or more like who.
Miguel was really clingy when it came to you, wasn't he? When you looked down you saw his head resting on your chest, as he was laying half on top of you, with one hand hugging your upper body and one of his legs resting on top of yours. He seemed very comfortable and you couldn't stop yourself from lifting your hands to caress his muscular back with one hand and your other was in his hair, smoothing out his thick locks between your fingers.
You closed your eyes, trying to fall back asleep, but soon you felt him take a deep breath in and he hugged you closer to himself, kissing the side of your boob.
"Can't sleep?" - you heard his raspy voice.
"No. Some big ass dude is sleeping on top of me, crushing my lungs." - you answered, still caressing him slowly.
"What an asshole." - he commented, as he lifted his head and pushed himself up a little on the bed to kiss you. - "Maybe he can do something to make you forgive him." - he suggested as his lips traveled to your neck, then you felt him push your legs apart and he started rubbing your clit.
You moaned quietly as your body immediately reacted to him. You were exhausted, your pussy was a bit sore because of his size, but you felt arousal building in your lower belly and you were wet in no time.
"Yeah, he can get lost." - you sighed and pushed your head back more to give him better access to your neck.
"Mhm. He's trying to get lost." - he murmured and you felt his hard cock poke your thigh. - "In your pussy."
You snorted.
"That was terrible."
"Maybe you should make sure I don't talk then." - he said and kissed you again.
You kept him close as you hugged his neck and moaned needily when he climbed fully on top of you and positioned himself at your entrance.
"Let me fuck you, baby. I want you so bad." - he whispered against your lips heatedly.
"I'm still sensitive." - you replied, but you kept kissing him.
"I know, mi amor. If it hurts we'll stop. Promise you tell me."
You nodded and felt him push the tip in. You gasped a little and he stopped moving. You licked deeper into his mouth and guided his hand back to your clit. He started to caress you slowly and when you got even wetter, he pushed deeper.
He tilted his head back to moan and pulled out until only the tip was in, then he rolled his hips forward until he was almost fully in.
"Fuuuuck...!" - you whined and you wrapped your legs around his waist and dig your heels into the spot between his ass and thigh to make him go deeper.
"Shit, carino, feels good?"
"No, I'm a moaning, drenched mess, because it feels fucking horrible."
"Hmm, what every guy wants to hear." - he said and he grabbed both of your hands, and moved them above your head. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked deep in your eyes as he thrusted inside you hard. - "Like this, you dumb slut?"
You made a sound that was a mix of a moan and a laugh and Miguel smirked as your eyes rolled back, and he set a hard and semi fast tempo.
The only thing you could do was to moan and squeeze him with your legs and hands. You were so wet you could hear everytime he fucked into you and you looked at him when the headboard started slamming against the wall because of his powerful thrusts.
"We're gonna wake the neighbours." - you moaned out.
"If that's your biggest concern, I'm not fucking you good enough." - he grunted.
This wasn't true at all, you just became self conscious when you started hearing it, but then you knew what he meant. He pushed himself up more, putting one hand on the pillow next to your head, and grabbing one of the poles in the headborad with his other and he started slamming his hips so hard into yours, that you were sure the whole city could hear your screams. And maybe your neighbours thought you wanted the bed to go through the wall.
"Oohh, you're being really loud now, chica, what now?"
"Fu... fu... fuck you!" - you moaned, as you tried to hold onto him. If you hurt him by sinking your nails into his back, he either didn't mind or even enjoyed it.
"You're doing it already, chica. You really become dumb when you have a cock inside you." - he grunted, throwing his head back and letting out a low growl. Your thight, wet pussy was gripping his huge cock so hard and he couldn't get enough. He just wanted to fuck your little hole for the end of time.
"Another reason why women are better off without men."
You started moving your hips too. His cock was too much and not enough. He was deeper in you than anyone ever before yet it wasn't enough. More. Everytime your were with Miguel that was the word that played on repeat in your head. More of his cock. More of his kisses, more of his hugs, more of him. It made you mad and made you feel so good at the same time.
"Rude."
He pulled out of you and pushed his hair back from his forehead as he moved a little backwards on his knees. He grabbed your hips and rolled you on your stomach, then he roughly pulled your hips back, until you were on your hands and knees and he entered you again, slowly. He started moving again and his hands caressed you ass, hips, waist and back, until he could feel your walls ease up around him again, then he sped up.
You liked that he wasn't just using your body however he wanted, but made sure that it wasn't uncomfortable for you and that you enjoyed it too. This should be the standard, but unfortunately most men couldn't care less. But then again, Miguel wasn't like most men.
You felt his hands kept going to your ass more than the rest of your body, squeezing your flesh a little, everytime they were there.
"See something you like?" - you asked, arching your back.
You grinned when you heard him chuckle.
"I feel something I like." - he panted, watching as his cock disappeared in you everytime he thrusted forward, then his gaze travelled to your ass and he squeezed the cheeks hard, making you moan. He tilted his head a little as he licked his lips, then slapped one side lightly.
"Oh!" - you let out a surprised cry, and pushed yourself back more into him.
"Look at that." - he murmured, then slapped the other side too a little harder.
"Fuck!"
"Hmmm, naughty girl." - he growled and squeezed you so hard his fingertips sank into your flesh as he started fucking you rougher.
"Miguel, oh my god!" - you sobbed out, as you leaned down to push your face into your pillows.
He felt so good inside you, you felt tears well up in your eyes again and you could only moan and take everything he gave you. You felt him follow you, his chest and stomach rested on your back as he kept fucking you. This way he couldn't pull out much, so it made his thrusts even more devastating.
"Your pussy is squeezing me so hard, chica." - he panted in you ear. - "Feels so good. This pussy was meant to take my cock."
He pushed a hand under you and when he started playing with your clit, you were sure you're gonna pass out. The pillow muffled your screams and he didn't like it. He grabbed it and tossed it to the side.
"Your sounds belong to me, you understand? Don't hide them from me. They're mine. You're mine." - he kept growling in your ear as your cries gained volume. The more he spoke the faster you were pushed towards the edge. Why did you like it so much when he became possessive? - "Fuck, you're close, your pussy is gripping my cock, like it doesn't wanna let it go. You like it when I talk to you like that? You like it when I call you mine?"
This was wrong, you shouldn't have came when he said that, but here you were, moaning and sobbing and pulsing around his thick cock, until he reached his own release and emptied himself inside you with hard, powerful thrusts and low growls.
Fuck, if you weren't cumming already, the sounds he made when he was high on pleasure would surely make you reach your peak in no time.
You felt him pull out and collapse on the bed next to you, panting heavily. You remained on your stomach, but pulled your head back a little from the wet spot on the mattress below your cheek. Jesus.
Miguel turned his head to look at you, as he still tried to level his breathing and he reached out to grab you and pull you closer to him, until you were cuddled close to him, laying half on top of him.
"Good?" - he asked as he started caressing your back and sides.
"I don't think you understand what you're doing to me. I fucking drooled on the mattress while you were fucking me."
Miguel laughed.
"That sounded like you're complaining." - he said and kissed the top of your head.
"I am." - you said in a grumpy voice and sniffled.
He grinned bigger and tilted your head back so he could look at your face. In the dim light he could see your eyes and cheeks sparkling from your tears. Knowing the reason for it made his heart race. He wiped the wetness away with his thumb from both sides.
"Sorry for fucking you good, princesa."
"I can also feel you dripping out of me."
"That's your fault. Told you you shouldn't waste it."
You narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same. Then you both started chuckling.
"Seriously, though, I have to clean myself up." - you said as you started to pull away, then you stopped, and looked at Miguel.
"What?" - he asked.
You turned and switched on the small lamp on your nightstand. You stood up awkwardly, trying to not leak more, and you looked at the bed. You lifted the blanket but you didn't see stains just the fresh one from now.
"Before I fall asleep earlier, did I go to the bathroom?"
"No. I carried you here from the couch, then you passed out immediately."
"How come there are no stains from the previous...?"
"I cleaned you up."
Your eyebrows shot up.
"While I was asleep?"
"Yeah. When I laid beside you and pulled you close your inner thighs were wet and sticky. Thought you'd rest more comfortable if you're cleaned up."
You opened then closed your mouth several times and you were sure you looked like a fish. Miguel smiled.
"You're welcome."
Okay, you thought that was sweet of him, but now he just looked smug.
"Where did you put the towel?"
"What towel?"
"You cleaned me with?"
"Who said I used a towel?"
"What did you use?"
Miguel looked down at your naked body and your slightly sparkling inner thighs, licked his lips slowly then looked back at you with a smirk.
Your eyes widened.
"You... you... you... while I was... you... while I was... asleep?"
"Sí. I knew we'll taste good together and I was right."
Your jaw dropped.
"Is that bad?" - he asked confused and you pointed a finger at him.
"You're a pig."
Miguel snorted then he moved towards you, getting on his knees.
"No, I'm using water this time!" - you said and turned around to hurry in the bathroom, while you were trying to squeeze your thighs together.
Miguel laughed and layed back in the bed, waiting for you. The smile slowly faded from his face and he started biting his lower lip when he checked the time on the clock on the bedside table. It was almost 3 am.
He felt an uncomfortable push in his chest, like something heavy was sitting on it. He didn't want this night to end. You said you only let this happen once and in the morning it will be over.
The sex was mind blowing, yes, he never felt it being this good with anyone ever before. Everything was more intense, more intimate and he loved it.
But the date was good too. Great even. Miguel had a wonderful time and back in the restaurant, when you kept touching him, he felt like you two were a real couple. And it made him happy. Out in the street you reminded him what the two of you are when you refused to hold his hand, but then you hooked your arm around his and smiled up at him like he was the center of your world. He wanted you to always look at him like that. And the observatory... You smiled so much. You laughed so much. You seemed happy. Would you really throw this all away because you felt like you shouldn't be together? Because of silly little things like numbers and because you're friends with his mom? She would understand. If she really loved both of you she would.
When you got back from the bathroom in your pink robe, Miguel watched your every move. You walked to the drawer and pulled out a black nightgown. You moved to the chair that was in one corner of the room pulled down your robe and gently put it on the chair. Then while you still had your back to him you pulled on the cloth that looked like a very long shirt and when you turned around, one corner of Miguel's lips curled up. The big print on the front said 'I'm great in bed' in white and with smaller font under it it continued with 'I can sleep for days'.
"Getting shy?" - he teased, finding it amusing you wanted to wear something for sleep after all the filthy things you did.
"I don't really like sleeping naked, it feels weird." - you shrugged as you walked to the bed.
After you climbed in it and got comfortable under the blanket, you reached for the bedside table and picked up a cream. After you took of the lid, you placed them on your stomach and started massaging the cream into your hands. When you were done you dipped your finger in the cream again, then reached for one of Miguel's hands, took it in yours and started massaging it into his skin too.
He looked at you in surprise, but you were looking at his hands like a woman on duty and applied some on his other hand too. Miguel felt warmth spread across his chest and he smiled.
"Thought you like my hands."
"I do. They're just a bit dry." - you said without looking at him and you put the lid back on the cream and lifted it up for him to see the label and brand. - "I like this one the most, it's great for dry hands, but it's not greasy. It also has a nice scent, but it doesn't have any perfume in it."
Miguel lifted his hands to his face and smelled them. His smile widened when he recognized the scent. He felt it everytime he kissed your hands. He loved it.
"Thank you."
You gave him a small smile then turned on your side to put the cream back on your nightstand and turn off the lamp. You laid down with a sigh and closed your eyes.
Miguel licked his lips and slowly moved closer to you, laying down directly behind you. He slowly put one arm around you and his heart calmed down when you lifted your own so his can rest under it. He gently moved closer and pulled you back a little so your bodies were as close as possible. Since he was much taller than you, the top of your head was just under his chin. It made him smile. Earlier, when you were sleeping and his head was laying on your chest, his legs were dangling from the bed, because your bed is smaller than his. He didn't mind it though. It felt good laying in your arms. And this was nice too.
"Buenas noches, chica."
"Good night, Miggy."
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The next morning you woke up before your alarm went off. Fortunately, during the night Miguel rolled over to his other side, so you could get up without waking him. You watched him a little as he was laying on his stomach with a hand tucked under the pillow that he was hugging. He was a beautiful man and you admired the muscles on his back and arms, then your gaze moved lower to look at his leg that was peeking out from under the blanket. His thigh was muscular too and you bit your lip seeing why it felt so good when he fucked you.
After you both woke up in the middle of the night and had sex again, you saw the marks he left on your body in the mirror while you were cleaning yourself up in the bathroom. There were hickeys and bite marks on your neck and chest, and you could still feel the spots on your hips and ass where he was gripping you hard while he fucked you. He was a passionate lover and you loved every second of being with him. If you were just a few years younger you would make it your mission to keep him.
The thought of him being with someone else made something in your chest hurt, but you had to push your feelings aside. It will be better for everyone if you two went on your seperate ways. Maybe he liked you now, but who knows how he will feel when you get older, while he is still so young and only going to become more attractive for the women around him as he is approaching his thirties. He already was a very handsome man, but you know there's something in men as they get older that make most women go crazy. When he reaches thirty, you're already going to be forty-five. There's just no way he will want to be with you, when younger chicks will be circling him, wanting to be the center of his attention.
With a sigh and one last glance at him, you quietly walked out of the room and closed the door behind you.
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Miguel yawned big and he slowly turned on his back to stretch, letting out a satisfied grunt when he heard (and felt) a pop somewhere in his shoulder. He turned his head to your side of the bed with a sleepy smile, but then he frowned when he saw it was empty.
He sighed and wiped his eyes and face. Of course you wouldn't be here. You told him it will be over in the morning. He just wished it didn't hurt. He sat up on the bed and ran his fingers through his messy locks a few times. He knew it was Friday and you had to go to work, but he thought you would at least wake him up before you're leaving. Maybe you left a spare key for him to lock the flat.
His ears perked up when he heard a noise from outside the room. Were you still here? He threw the blanket off him and stood up, spotting his clothes on the chair in the corner folded neatly.
He tilted his head curiously as he walked there and picked them up. His shirt had all the buttons. He sank his teeth into his lower lip when he remembered how you ripped it off of him, making the buttons fly everywhere. Did you sew them back? He felt himself smiling when he pictured you on the couch sewing his shirt wearing your cute reading glasses and your tongue poking out as you concentrated. Suddenly a floral scent hit him and he lifted his clothes to his nose and inhaled deeply and he chuckled when he realized that you also washed his clothes.
He pulled on his boxer briefs and went to the bathroom, then after he finished in there, he made his way over towards the livingroom.
He found you in the kitchen. You were leaning against the counter with your ass while you sipped on your coffee. You had your phone in your other hand, looking at it as you were mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open.
You were wearing a mint green suit with a simple white shirt, and instead of wearing heels, you were wearing a comfortable pair of white sneakers.
Miguel used the opportunity that you didn't sense him yet in the room and took you in. It felt bittersweet seeing you like this, getting ready for a day after you spent a passionate night together. He knew it was the first and last time he saw you like this.
"Buenos días!"
You looked up surprised and your eyes widened when you saw him that he was practically still naked. Miguel smiled when he saw your gaze travel all over his body quickly then you cleared your throat as you turned your back to him and put your mug in the sink.
"Good morning! There's coffee if you want some." - you said pointing towards the machine.
"Thanks. Did you really sew and wash my clothes?" - he asked amused as he poured himself some coffee.
You snorted as you washed your mug.
"Yeah. Can you imagine your mom's face when she sees you go home in your torn shirt?"
Miguel grinned and put some sugar and milk in his coffee, then he walked towards you. He felt you tense up when his chest touched your back, but he wrapped an arm around your middle and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek. He then pushed his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply.
"I love your scent."
"Uh, thank you."
Miguel noticed that you started to pull up the walls around you, just like you did when he wanted to get closer to you before you finally agreed to the date.
"You should've woke me up when you got up too."
"Why?"
You saw as Miguel put the mug on the counter, then he turned you to face him. He cupped your face gently and leaned down to kiss you. You didn't stop him, but he frowned when you didn't kiss him back. He pulled back a little.
"Why are you like this?" - he asked quietly as his thumb caressed your cheek.
You gulped, avoiding his eyes, then you pushed on his chest, so you could go to the dining table and put your things in the bag you needed for work.
"Why are you like this?" - you asked back.
"I wanted to kiss the woman I had an awesome date with, and who spent the last night screaming my name because of the things I did to her."
You felt warmth spread across your body when you remembered all the things that happened. You wished it didn't have that effect on you.
"We agreed that it's only gonna be one night." - you huffed as you finally looked at him.
This conversation would go so much smoother if he wasn't half naked and your mind could focus on something else than how bad you want to feel him on top of you again.
"Yes, well, I changed my mind."
You glared at him.
"This is not how it works!"
"That's too bad. Because this is how I feel."
You huffed out a laugh.
"How you feel? Please tell me what feelings you have for the woman you only met a fucking week ago."
Miguel frowned.
"Don't do that." - he said in a stern voice.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking child."
"Then stop acting like one."
"That's funny coming from you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you are the only one acting immature! You like me! I know you do, but you... you put on this act God knows why and you are pulling up this wall around you to push me away! Why?!"
You always saw Miguel calm and collected, so seeing him raise his voice and gesture wildly while he is asking why you don't want him broke your heart a little. But he's not supposed to know your true feelings. A relationship with him would just end in a heartbreak. You don't want to hurt him more, so you have to end this before it turns into something you can't control. But you were also mad at him. He agreed to the one night stand. You should've known his stubborn ass will want more.
You shook your head.
"It doesn't matter, Miguel."
"It does to me."
You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"You're just a hot guy I fucked. End of story. But you wanna turn it into a fucking fairytale."
Miguel looked at you bewildered, then he snorted.
"Oh, so you're gonna act like a bitch now, okay." - he said as he ran his hand over his hair to try and calm himself.
"I'm not acting like a bitch! You're being a selfish asshole! We agreed on something, but now you are throwing a tantrum like a spoiled boy who doesn't get to play with his favourite toy! Why the fuck are you making me the bad guy in a situation that you are trying to fuck up!"
"Oh, so me wanting to be with you is fucking up the situation?!"
"YES! Just accept the fact that women who doesn't wanna be with you exist!"
Miguel closed his eyes and his nose scrunched up as he tried to stop himself from saying something that he would regret later. He didn't want to fight. All he wanted to do was to kiss and hug you. But you're acting like last night didn't mean anything to you.
"I would accept that you don't want to be with me, if it was true."
"It is true, so accept it."
"You are only saying this because you are older than me. What else should I do to make you understand that I don't care?" - he asked more calmly as he slowly took a few steps towards you.
You watched him and felt yourself calm down a little too. He didn't deserve getting yelled at. He was nothing but a gentleman with you during the date and you knew he truly cared about you. You didn't want to fight.
"I just... I don't want anyone right now, okay? And I don't want to fight. I want things to go back to the way it were before yesterday."
"Why? What were we before yesterday?"
"I don't know. Friends?"
"Chica?" - Miguel asked as he stopped in front of you and he cupped your face again gently as he looked down at you. - "Friends don't kiss like this." - he whispered before he captured your lips with his. He wasn't rough, but the way he kissed you was confident and firm. The way he kissed you didn't let room for you to think that you were anything but two souls that were meant to be together. This kiss didn't let you ignore him like the previous one. This kiss demanded a response.
You slowly lifted your hands to rest them on his arms, gently caressing his biceps you admired so much. When you kissed him back, he licked the seam of your lips and he happily took your breath away when you finally opened up to him. He had a firm grip on the back of your head, refusing you to pull away before he could pour his every emotion into you. Only after that he broke away to let you inhale some oxygen into your lungs.
He caressed your jaw with his thumb when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much.
"Why are you so fucking annoying?"
Miguel burst out laughing and he pecked your lips again.
"So you can put me in my place."
You sighed and looked at your watch.
"If you don't dress up in 2 minutes, I will put you in your place. Outside. In the ground."
Miguel pouted.
"Does that mean I can't stay here to wait until you get back from work?"
"Don't push your luck, pal."
He grinned and ran back to the bedroom to dress up. He was done in under 2 minutes.
"Do I get a treat for being a good boy?" - he asked with that annoyingly handsome smirk of his.
"Yeah, I won't kick your ass." - you replied as you pushed him out of the apartment, then locked your door.
When you turned around he pushed you against the door, trapping you like the night before. He was looking down at your lips as he caressed your hip.
"When can I see you again?"
Fuck his low, sexy voice, his deep red eyes, his tall ass body and devilishly handsome face.
"We're not a couple, Miguel." - you reminded him.
"And whose fault is that?"
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"I like you. Very much. Doesn't matter if you don't wanna accept the fact." - he said.
"Just... let me think about it, okay? Give me some time. Can you do that?"
Miguel felt like his heart just grew bigger in his chest. He gave you a brilliant smile.
"Yeah."
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Miguel felt annoyed. What he thought "giving you some time" means is that you would actually talk in the meantime. What it really meant is that you were avoiding him.
He should've known. You irritating, annoying little... witch.
You only sent some half assed replies to his messages. Okay you asked him to give you time, but was it bad that he continued sending you good morning texts and checked in on you during the day to ask how were you? Others would kill for a boyfriend like that. But nooo, you only sent one word sentences back like: "Fine." "Busy." "Tired.".
Why was it that the only woman whom he wanted to recieve attention from doesn't give him any? This is some kind of joke the universe is playing on him.
He didn't see you in four days. FOUR. He missed you so much he could practically hear your voice.
Miguel's ears perked up when he heard talking from downstairs.
Wait, it was your voice.
He felt his heart start racing. You were having such a tight grip on him. He loved and hated it at the same time. He loved it, because he just knew he had the same effect on you. He heated it, because you were denying that fact. Who knew making a woman happy required so much work?
He practically ran down the stars and his heart did that jump in his chest it only did when he saw you. You were sitting at the dining table with Tyler while Conchata was serving the food.
"Ah there you are! I was just about to call up to you!" - his mom smiled brightly at him.
"Hello, Miguel." - you greeted him casually.
Ugh. He rather you hated him than being indifferent with him.
"Hi." - he replied the same way and he sat down next to Tyler, and in front of you. - "Didn't know you were coming over."
"Maybe that's because you didn't invite me." - came your smartass reply, but Miguel wasn't in the mood for it.
"Why? Would you have came if I invited you?" - he asked, forcing himself not to snap.
You glared at him, but bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying something you really shouldn't in front of his parents.
"Excuse his manners, he's being a real pain in the ass in the last few days." - Tyler said.
"Oh? Is that so?" - you asked.
"Yeah. I don't know what his problem is. Last week he was like a Disney character, practically dancing and singing around the house, then he disappeared Thursday night and he started getting more and more snappy as the days passed since Friday." - Conchata said as she finished putting the food on the table and you all started eating.
"I was just whistling." - Miguel corrected grumpily. - "Also can you stop talking about me, like I wasn't here?"
"Sure, Mr. Grumpy Pants." - Conchata rolled her eyes. - "Anyway, did you start watching that show I told you about?"
"Not yet. Did anything interesting happen?" - you asked back, but you were still thinking about what Conchata said about Miguel. Was he irritated because you were not talking to him? Did it really affect him this much?
"I just wanna shake the female lead sometimes. She's so silly. There's this guy who is very interested in her, but she is older than him and she thinks he is just after her money."
Miguel snorted and you took in a calming breath.
"Well, in her defense, he could be after her money." - you said.
"No, no, no! It's so obvious that the guy wants her. He gets her flowers, she defends her when someone says shit about her, and he is always there when she needs anything."
"He sounds awesome." - Miguel commented.
"More like desperate." - you added before you took a bite of your food.
"Maybe he really wants to see her happy."
"Maybe he will change his mind when the woman grows old and wrinkly while he is still young and can't shake the bitches off of him."
Miguel sighed. Back to square one.
"It seems to me like the heroine is afraid of love."
"It seems to me like the heroine doesn't want to get together with a person whose prefrontal cortex is not fully developed."
Miguel glared at you.
"It seems to me she's too stupid to recognize happiness even when it's right in front of her nose."
"It seems to me he thinks too highly of himself. Maybe she is waiting for someone better."
"It seems to me she is being delusional, thinking she can find better."
"Oh, so she doesn't deserve someone better?"
"No, she deserves the best. She's just too stubborn to accept that it's the guy."
"Maybe she doesn't like the guy, cause his ego is bigger than his dick."
"Maybe he knows his own worth and it scares her, cause she was let down before and she doesn't want to be disappointed again, so she runs away everytime when something good could happen to her."
Your nostrils flared as you galred at Miguel, then you looked down, pushing your food back and forth on the plate with your fork, feeling Miguel's gaze burning a hole in your skull.
"Oh, seems like you do watch the show!" - Tyler said cheerfully, but Conchata's eyes were ping ponging between you and her son.
She cleared her throat.
"Well, now that you put it like that, she sounds stupid." - she said.
You dropped your fork and knife on the plate loudly and rolled your eyes while Miguel smirked. You reached for the bottle of wine and started pouring it in your glass until it was totally full, then you drank it in a few seconds with big gulps. Tyler, Conchata and Miguel watched you with wide eyes.
"Rough week?" - Tyler asked amused.
"It's only Tuesday." - Conchata said and Tyler made a face like asking 'your point is?'.
"More like a rough afternoon." - you said and kicked Miguel's ankle under the table.
Miguel tried to keep his mouth shut as he jumped a little and groaned then glared at you. You smiled back sweetly and drank again.
Conchata and Tyler looked at him with an odd look.
Miguel took another bite of his food.
"It's very delicious." - he muttered with a full mouth.
The rest of the dinner went a bit smoother. After everyone finished eating you all kept drinking - mostly you - and Miguel was sure that after you kicked off your shoes you thought you were rubbing your feet against them, but in reality it was his feet you were massaging with your toes. First he gave you a surprised look, but you were deeply engaged in a conversation with his mother, and by your slightly slurred speech, he knew you didn't have a clue about what you were actually doing.
He didn't stop you though. It felt good and this way you were at least touching him. He really missed you these last few days and he wasn't just talking about the sex. Sure, he was horny for you 24/7, but he missed your banters - the good hearted ones, not whatever the fuck you two were doing earlier - he missed your presence, your jokes, your laughter. As the four of you kept talking - and as you kept drinking - you looked and smiled at him more and more and he had the urge to grab you and pull you to him and sit you in his lap. He knew he couldn't do that though, so he tried to be satisfied with what was happening under the table.
So when it started to became late and you announced that you're gonna call a taxi and go home he could've just kissed his mother when she insisted that Miguel should go with you to make sure you get home safe.
"I don't need a freaking bodyguard!" - you slurred as you stumbled to the door. - "I've never been more sober in my life!" - you pointed at Conchata and almost poked her nose in the process.
"Sure, honey." - she said and opened the door. - "You can't even walk straight."
"I walk however I want! Woohoo!" - you hollered and threw your hands up as you walked to the taxi like you were on a runway.
"Jesus Christ." - Miguel muttered and hurried after you, arriving behind you just in time before you could hit your head in the car as you were about to get in. - "Careful, chica!" - he said as he helped you sit inside.
"I am careful, you... beefcake!"
Conchata facepalmed herself and Tyler doubled over laughing. Miguel rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side of the car to get in too.
"Do you enjoy it?" - Miguel asked.
"Enjoy what?"
"Torturing me?"
"I'm not doing shit."
"Can you give me time? So I can think about it?" - he quoted you, mimicking your voice. - "Then you fucking ghosted me."
"I didn't ghost you, I still replied to you whenever you messaged me."
Miguel rolled his eyes with a scoff.
"Also it sucks right? When someone is lying to you." - you said pointedly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you said you're okay with the one night stand then suddenly you weren't."
"I'm not gonna apologize for liking you."
"I'm not gonna apologize for saving you a heartbreak."
"Yeah? What if you are already breaking it?"
"Ooohh, my sweet summerchild, you don't know what a real heartbreak is."
"Do you?"
"Maybe."
"Thought you and your ex-husband are on good terms."
"We are."
"Then?"
"Miggy... I would just make your life a living hell. You don't wanna be with me."
Miguel looked at you in confusion, but you were staring at the window, drawing invisible patterns on it with your finger.
"Why do you say that?"
"I am what the kids call... a red flag."
"Oh, are you now?"
"Yeah. I'm a very jealous type."
Miguel licked his lips as he envisioned you glaring at a random chick he is talking to.
"Maybe I'd like that."
You snorted.
"What?"
"Maybe I am so desperate for you to give me any kind of attention that I wouldn't mind you being obsessed with me." - Miguel said.
"Dude, possessive sex is the best." - the cabbie said with a grin as he looked back, but Miguel gave him a death glare, and he gulped and quickly turned back.
"Oh, there wouldn't be possessive sex." - you said to the cabbie. - "I'd just accuse him of cheating on me on a daily basis until he hands me the divorce papers."
"Shit, lady, who hurt you?" - the cabbie asked as he looked at you from the rearview mirror.
"Fun fact: not my ex-husband. He was loyal as far as I know. I had and ex-boyfriend who openly flirted with everyone while I was right next to him. Top that with us having our first anniversary, I got home from work sooner to surprise him and I caught him banging my sister."
"What the fuck?!" - the cabbie and Miguel asked at the same time shocked.
"Yeah, that was fun." - you murmured.
The cab stopped at your flat.
"You know what? This ride was free, that was one of the most fucked up things I've heard during my job, and trust me, I hear a lot."
"Thank you, you are a sweet man!" - you said, and gave him ten dollars anyways, throwing it in the seat next to him when he refused to accept it.
Miguel was already on the other side of the car, helping you out. When the taxi drove away, he turned you to make you face him.
"Is that true?"
"What?" - you asked confused. You were dizzy and just wanted to sleep.
"Your ex and your sister."
"Yeah. Oh! It's not the sister you know! I'm the oldest of three. You talked to the middle one, I love her to death. It's the youngest. She's a bitch. It was a long time ago though, don't worry about it." - you said as you started walking to the building.
"I worry about it. The cabbie is right, that's fucked up. I wish I could knock him out."
"The cabbie?!"
"No! Your ex! Dios mio, chica!" - Miguel grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the door. He walked you up and opened that door too.
When you walked inside, Miguel followed you.
"I'm already at home, safe." - you told him, grumplily.
"Yeah, I just wanna make sure you don't break your neck as you try to go to your bed."
Miguel helped to undress you, ignoring your stubborness when you wanted to do it alone. You accepted defeat and let him help in the end.
When you were in your underwear, he went to your chair that was in the corner and grabbed your black nightdress. When he turned back, you didn't have your bra on. He stopped for a second to look at your body - not that he could stop himself from doing that while he undressed you - and you looked at him annoyed.
"Are you gonna stand there all night or are you gonna give it to me?"
"Oh, I can give it to you if you want."
You rolled your eyes and held your hand out.
Miguel smiled, but instead of giving the nightgown to you, he walked back to you and made you hold up your arms. He pulled the clothing over you then he cupped your face and kissed your forehead. He smiled when the grumpy frown was still on your face.
"Let's get the little angerball in bed." - he said and pulled the blanket up so you can climb under it.
"Smartass."
"I am, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I'm gonna wipe that smirk right off your face."
"Mhm-mhm." - Miguel nodded as he tucked you in, then sat on the side of the bed, half leaning above you. - "How are you going to do that chica?"
He expected either an insult or maybe even a kiss.
Instead you slapped him.
It didn't hurt him at all, it was a half assed slap, like someone would give in a playfight or something, but it still shocked him. The look on his face made you giggle.
"Did you just fucking slap me?"
You laughed harder and pulled the blanket up until only your eyes were out.
"Bad boys get slapped."
That really shouldn't turn him on. He has a good relationship with his mother so he wondered why he is developing a mommy kink out of nowhere. Maybe it's the age gap. Maybe it's the fact that you're the only woman who don't just try to control him, but who actually can.
"Is that so? Bet you don't dare to do that again."
You lifted a challenging brow.
"Duuude... If someone gave me twenty dollars to beat you up, I would. Slapping you is nothing."
Miguel chuckled. He would pay you himself to see you try to fight him.
"See? You're all talk."
"I'm not!"
"You are. You're afraid of the consequences."
You gulped.
"What are the consequences?"
Miguel stayed quiet as you two eyed each other. Curiousity killed the cat...
After a few seconds he saw your hand move. Before your palm made contact with his face, he grabbed your wrist and when you wanted to use your other hand, he grabbed that wrist too and pushed your hands above your head with a smug smirk.
"Fucker!" - you growled, but he could see a smile forming on your lips.
You used your legs to try and kick him off, but he effortlessly climbed on top of you, straddling your waist.
"Oh, so you think you're a tough guy, cause you won a fight against someone smaller? Are you trying to compensate for something?" - you taunted.
"I don't know, mamí. You tell me. Am I compensating for something?" - he asked as he moved one of your hands to the big bulge in his pants.
You bit down on your lower lip to try stopping yourself from grinning like an idiot, then your expression turned smug as you started caressing him and he sighed deeply and hummed a little.
"You want mommy to give you some love?" - you asked in a sulrty voice.
Miguel enjoyed you touching him for a few more seconds, before he shook his head.
"Mamí would just rip my dick off tomorrow morning when she finds out I took advantage of her while she was drunk."
"Mommy would never do that, baby."
Miguel gave you a smirk.
"Yeah right." - he said as he leaned down and kissed your forehead again, then he climbed off of you.
You pouted when he left the room, but he came back with a glass of water and put it on your nightstand. When he wanted to straighten up, you grabbed his wrist.
"Stay." - you told him with soft eyes.
"Chica-"
"No, just... Stay?"
Miguel would stole the stars from the sky if you asked him, so of course he crumbled under your pleading stare. He kicked off his shoes then undressed himself until he was in his boxers and climbed in the bed beside you. He loved how you curled up against him and hugged his body to feel safe. He wrapped his arm around you too and kissed the top of your head, before he closed his eyes and dozed off, feeling your hot breath tickle his chest.
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iheart-alastor · 2 days
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Alastor x Fem! Reader who can control sound
I've made this out of pure bordem before I go to sleep if you want me to continue it and possibly make it into a chapter I will put a poll at the bottom of it for you to answer!
(Baso reader in this can control peoples voice and certain objects what create sounnd like a tv or radio/anything what sound comes from)
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Alastor was on air again talking about the early 1900s and how life was until a huge screech sound ripples through his broadcast and cut it off. Completely before a loud laugh came through his microphone he looked at it in annoyance and confusion 'what was going on' before a voice came through it one more "Will you Shut the fuck up about the 1900s you fossil god it's so sad" a glitchy voice said to him. He knew it wasn't his actual mic heavens no why would it talk to him like that anyway he cleared his throat before asking "And who is this may I ask interrupting my broadcast is very bold of you" he asked in a stern voice trying to find out which desperate soul was trying to get on his nerves "Erm nonya business you old prick I was just doing people a favor from having to listen to yap about how it was to live with the dinosaurs" the voice said teasingly. Alastor scoffed at this comment "Oh dear once I find out who you are I will make sure to tear each of your limbs off for disrespecting me" he said as his antlers grew larger "ooo so scary I'm gonna shit myself, omg you're so edgy it's actually making me feel sick!" The voice said before laughing like a maniac before it stopped communicating with him
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Later on you was walking through town after ruining the radio demons broadcast, you're glad you've only just got in hell as he won't know who you are but making sure you don't interact with him anyway so he doesn't recognize your voice. Coincidentallya you bumped into someone pulling you out of your thought you stumbled back onto your ass before letting out a loud groan you looked up to see the radio demon standing there. The streets were quiet, empty, the only people noticeable were sinners who watched the situation from alleys. "Well my dear looks like you've taken quite the stumble!" Alastor said jokingly following it with a laugh at his own joke before he reached his hand out for you to grab onto. You took his hand and pulled yourself up and whispering a thanks before looking away. Hopefully he doesn't recognize your voice even if you whisper. "Do I know you dear you sound very familiar" you froze in place at the question and it made your already dead heart feel like it had stopped pumping "Uhm, no I don't think so I've only gotten into hell" you said trying to change the tone of your voice the excuse was half true as you had only gotten into hell at least over a week ago now you knew a majority of the overlords especially alastor. "Oh well you must not know me then! The names alastor pleasure to meet you darling what a pleasure" he says while taking your hand and landing a kiss on your knuckles "Well.. Hi alastor the names y/n" you say while nuzzling your head into your shoulder flustered at his gesture nobody had ever kissed your hand before. Probably because you grew up in a generation whats slowly loosing their manners, you was also glad you hadn't told alastor about your name whilst you interrupted his broadcast as you really don't want to make up a name alastor chuckled at your reaction to him kissing your hand "Y/n? What a beautiful name darling very beautiful I must say do tell me y/n do you easily get flustered?" Fuck why was he so polite? You would of already fell for him if you forgot that you just interrupted his broadcast an hour before bumping into him. If he knew who you was you'd be dead already! "Uhm no I just wasn't expecting such manners coming from a generation of people who have none it's quite rare" you say before laughing "oh do tell me my dear your generation is crazy! Respectless, sex deprived and don't know how to treat a lady as fine as yourself!" You chuckled before going back to thinking did he always act like this being flirtatious? Because gosh if not he may be wooing you on accident although your supposed to be rivals!
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captain-mj · 2 days
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Hello lovely,
Here is a random request for you to write one of your High MJ's ideas. Whichever takes your fancy, whenever you feel like it, if you so please
Duet~
High MJ is so thankful, I humbly present King!Ghost and his Courtesan!Soap
Also a portion of this was deleted and I had to rewrite
Ghost sighed softly as he came home. After a few long months at battle, he would kill for a bath, a nice meal and some nice company.
Soap wasn't in his castle. According to the maids, he had left with a message that he'd be back by noon.
Ghost glowered and pouted, but he took a good bath to get clean and ate his fill before waiting for Johnny to get back. He thought since Ghost liked him, he'd let such an a grievance slide. So he waited in his bed, leaving all of his armor and clothing to the sides so it left him in only his robe. He lit a few candles and relaxed.
Soap reentered the castle and immediately brightened. "Simon!"
"Johnny." Ghost growled, watching how he tensed. "Where's your ring?"
Soap looked at his hands and looked sheepish. "I worried I'd lose it." He smiled at him coyly. "I didn't know you'd be home."
Ghost gritted his teeth. "Undress."
"Yes, sir." Soap said softly, hands reaching up to open the laces of his shirt. He pulled it over his head slowly to show off all of his beautiful body. Lean muscle with a good amount of fat. Hips like honey, so thick and so addictive. Soap removed his pants next, not wearing anything underneath. His cock was a nice size but the real prize was his ass. Perfect to squeeze or smack. Even better to leave a few bruises on. "Got something in mind? You know, based on everything, I think you want an excuse to punish me."
Ghost grinned. "You know me so well. I had some oil heated up. Now come here."
Soap crossed over to him, looking a bit shy once they were close to each other. "If I had known you were going to be home so soon, I would've waited in bed. Spread out, ready for you to fuck me." His thick Scottish accent drove Ghost crazy. He grabbed him and tossed him to the bed, grinning when he looked flustered.
"I prefer you tied up. Maybe I'll start telling one of the guards. They can tie you up in all sorts of new positions. Leave you all exposed and opened up." Ghost tied his wrists together and then to the bed post. He made sure he wouldn't be able to leave, planning to keep him there until he had wrung him drive.
Ghost yanked his legs open, but didn't actually touch him. It took a moment before Soap squirmed to get his attention. He lightly pressed his fingers to his hole, feeling how tight he was. His thumb barely breached him and Soap was already trying to press back against him.
Ghost made like he was trying to grab the oil before grabbing the candle. With a quick movement of his hand, he poured the melted wax on to Soap's chest.
Soap mewled, back arching harshly. He tried to thrash away from the falling wax, but he was tied up just right that he couldn't. The candle was perfectly safe, and it left such pretty red marks. His cock twitched every time it dripped on that pretty skin.
The next drop fell right on his nipples and he groaned, hips yanking up. "Simon, please I need you. Been weeks."
"Need me huh? Beg a little more." He moved his hand so the wax fell on to his stomach instead. "You could've had me this morning."
Soap huffed at him but he did beg. "Please, Simon? You know how much I need you. I know you've missed me. Want to please you. You deserve it after so long out there."
Ghost kissed him passionately, feeling the way his lips trembled against his own. The wax flowed over his skin and down his v-line. It managed to get to his inner thighs, narrowly missing touching his cock.
"Simon, careful. Don't want to burn me do you?"
Simon quickly set the candle to the side. He smeared the red wax over his chest and propped his legs further open. The oil had cooled slightly but it was still warm enough that he could comfortably prep him.
Soap laid back and mused a little as Simon worked. He knew well enough by now that Ghost liked the idea of being big and bad and punishing Soap, but he was a lot softer than he acted. Even now, he treated Soap gently. Working him open with a reverence that was never there with Soap's previous partners. All the royals that paid for him and none had ever treated him like he was also important.
Ghost had warned him that he was rough and horrible but that he'd pay Soap a lot for his troubles.
He'd never done more than leave a few bruises on Soap's skin.
Johnny moaned with the stretch, exposing his throat. "I'll be good. I'm sorry for taking off the ring." It was a piece of ownership. A claim to Johnny that Simon always had. So close to a wedding ring.
Ghost growled and gave him a rather sweet nip to his thigh. His eyes were so soft. Sweet. He looked at Soap and had to look away, too overwhelmed with how much he lo- adored him. Once he could easily take all three fingers, he pulled his fingers out slowly, careful to drag right against his prostate.
Simon sat up and pulled Soap closer, careful to not yank his arms too bad since he was chained up. He kissed him passionately, pressing him into the mattress. His teeth sank into his shoulder before he sank in.
Soap groaned at the stretch. No matter how good he was prepared, it still burned.
"There you go, love. Taking all of me so well." His voice dropped lower. There was a growl in his voice that sent shivers down his spine. Ghost rolled his hips into him and whined, pressing in close. He cradled Soap as he kissed him. Soap whimpered as Ghost rolled his hips, not giving him quite enough time to adjust. He groaned as Ghost pulled out.
"So big, sir. I promise I'll be good next time." He smiled, clearly being a little sassy.
Ghost huffed at him and kissed him to keep him quiet. He rutted into him, feeling him groan and arch up into him. As he fought to conquer all of Johnny's mouth with his tongue, he sped up, giving it to Soap exactly how he wanted it.
Soap moaned and tried to yank his hands down to grab him. He wanted to touch him. To reassure himself that Simon was right here. That he came back just fine. But his King had been taking care of so many people. Soap didn't mind taking care of him first. Or at least letting his frustrations out. His body pressed against him. It felt so good that he struggled to keep looking at Ghost as his eyes tried to roll back in his head.
"I missed you so much, my King. Wanting nothing more than for you to come home." Johnny whispered to him as he kissed Simon's throat.
Simon shuddered and thrusted in harder to drag out some more whines. He wanted to never leave this bed. To never have Johnny leave his side. The pleasure of just being with him after so long. After weeks of not having him, he missed him so much.
They kissed for a moment, desperate and hard. Simon fucked him harder, slamming into Johnny's sweet spot. He wanted to please him. It also felt so good. Simon whimpered in his ears. "Thank you. You feel so good. So fucking tight."
Johnny panted into his ear. "Anything for you." He clenched around him as tight as he could and moaned when Simon thrust in hard.
Simon sucked bruises in his neck as he groaned softly. He closed his eyes tight and thrust faster and faster into him. His stomach started to tense and he started to shake. Simon started to kiss him deeply. He pressed closer and closer, tracing his fingertips over his ribs and then down his hips. "I adore you. You're perfect. You really are. My love. Mine. Just for me."
Johnny whimpered and tried to get their lips together again. Simon teased him for a moment, letting him get desperate for it before leaning down.
Johnny came first, shuddering against him as he came on Ghost's chest. He sped up until he came inside him, filling him up until the cum mixed with the wax between his thighs.
Ghost unchained Soap and checked his wrists. He decided they were okay and kissed each one. Then he collapsed next to him.
Johnny engaged in his favorite pastime. Looking at Simon. They watched each other quietly.
Soap knew Ghost would ask if he could. For them to be more. And Soap would say yes if he could.
Simon stared at him with so much love in his eyes. There were boundaries though. Things they couldn't do.
Simon kissed him and pulled him in close, letting Johnny run his hands down his sides. He pulled Johnny so his head was laying on his chest. His rough fingers running along the shaved parts of his mohawk.
Simon was horribly sweet and he'd do anything Johnny asked for. Ghost was a more practical person.
But Johnny's head was on Simon's chest. And he knew that he'd be home for a good long while so they'd be able to catch up.
They kissed softly and Simon thanked the gods he had Johnny in every way he could.
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larussos-left-sock · 2 days
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Sexts you’d get from the CK/KK characters
(All characters are 18+)
Johnny Lawrence: I’m rock hard just thinking about you, babe. Need you so bad. About to fucking jerk off in my office if you don’t get your ass over here. ❤️🔥🥵
Daniel LaRusso: I can't stop fantasizing about you, driving me crazy. Every time I close my eyes, I see your beautiful body, sweetheart. Be ready when I get home? ;)
John Kreese: hey dollface, daddy’s throbbing for your pretty little cunt. Wanna give you a couple tongue lashings on your clit so bad. Better be good for me tonight or you won’t be able to sit tomorrow. I’m gonna be home soon. And pull your tits out for me too.
Terry Silver: I want to bury myself deep inside you, make you scream my name until you can’t remember your own. Until your cock-dumb brain thinks your name is simply ‘mine’. Put on that black lace number I bought you, angel. Be on your knees in the sitting room until I get home. We’re gonna play rough tonight.
Amanda LaRusso: hi honey, are you gonna be good for me tonight? Mommy’s had such a loooong day and I want you to help me take off the edge. If you’re good, I’ll do something for you, too xo
Miguel Diaz: I want to grab you by the hair, pull you close, and fuck into you until you pass out. Miss your pussy so much. Miss all of you. (Right after that text): oh hey babe, by the way❤️
Robby Keene: Hey babe, can't stop thinking about you. I've been imagining you on top of me, riding me until we're both out of breath and you’re full of me.
Demetri: I miss having your warmth wrapped around me down there, baby. I’ll be over soon, though. 💙💙
Hawk: Hey babygirl, been thinking about you non-stop. Can't wait to see you tonight and bend you over a fucking table if I have to, take you from behind until you beg me to stop pounding you. I want to make you mine in every way possible.
Samantha LaRusso: hi cutie! I need you to take me tonight, to make me scream your name until I can't think of anything else. Please, I want it so bad. 😝☺️😍
Tory Nichols: hey pretty girl. Thinking of those nice little tits you have. How red your nipples get after I bite on them while you beg for more. I miss your taste, babe. Meet me at your place w your legs spread like you’re my slut like you know you are. 😉
Kyler: send pics. I’m horny. 😈😮‍💨
Yasmine: I am sooooo horny babe. Come here and fill me up like you know I need. Don’t keep me waiting or you can forget it. 💅🏻🫶🏻
Moon: Hey love, feeling so turned on thinking about you. Can't wait to explore each other's vibes tonight. Feeling our bodies mesh together is so beautiful mm.
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yanderesimp2000 · 2 days
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extreme yan Adam x fem reader chap 5/6 "look at you now completely helpless" MWBB 18+
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My personal fav comic PLEASE READ IT, IT FLOPPED
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TWS,Brainwashed listener,Cruellty, Adam being the normal incel he is, threats, smut,reader has clipped wings, You having to wash Adams crusty wings , playfully Adam, Wrestling in Adams HUGE ASS BATHTUB,Sex,kinda teabagging
you woke up today in bed with Adam he was snoring his smooth tan skin pressing against your face his ruffled hair covering your eyes you didn't remember much about the last day all you remembered was you were very bad and you got punished but you don't know how then you suddenly start to here Adam stirring a little this lasted for 2 minutes before he opened his eyes looking at you and said "oh hey bitch how are ya" you weren't taken aback because this is just how your supposed to be treated right "good Adam how did you sleep" you replied adam scoffed annoyed and said "it was fucking fine okay" you were a little sad but didn't want to make him feel bad so you just took it
adam groaned again before saying "yea now make me breakfast I'm fucking starving he then seemed to remember something Oh yeah you need to wash my wings their so dirty and the need a whole bath" you were happy getting that info because you were being useful thus making him love you more then you hear him shout "babe, Make me some pancakes and they better be with bacon or your gonna be in a world of hurt" it sounded like he was joking but at this point you don't know what's a joke or teasing and what's a threat
you finish up breakfast and call him in from the living room "breakfast is ready babe" you call Adam sighed and said "just bring it to the couch we can eat their okay" you agreed knowing you couldn't say no to him he's done so much for you how could you say now You walk over with your guy's plate and you plob down next to him
you two didn't really talk much while you were eating he did do something though he was rubbing his fingers between your wings but they felt weird for some reason you think you were probably going insane but they felt strange You ruffled and derufffled them quickly and thought you were just insane When adam noticed this he said "oh sorry babes didnt tell you about what happened last night" he said In a sickeningly sweet tone "you tried to run away into the big dangerous world theirs fucking sickos that would to terrible things to you so i just..... Altered your wing structure so you cant run off anymore" something in you tried to say "no no no this isnt right" but it was quickly drowned out by "your crazy he's just trying to keep you safe why would you fight him he knows what's best obviously" and all that came down to you saying a simple "Ok" in a submissive purr you said it like it didn't even matter heaven is built for flying and now your practically immobile
Adam looked at you in a caring sweet tone You liked it when his mask was off he looked a little scary with his mask on but you would never admit it he kept gently rubbing your wings before they were clipped your wings were 105 cm before but now they were small and puny he didn't want to slice your wings of entirely because he found your wings cute now they were a measly 60 CM so their now to small to be able to pick you up off the ground. You rested against Adams shoulder as he snaps his finger and the plate disappears he turns on the TV to watch of those strange fantasy shows his arms wrap around you as you two watch making you feel safe
(DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO RIGHT AFTER THAT SO 2 HOURS TIME SKIP)
The TV clicked off and Adam said "damn that episode was good did you see that Fea totally stuck it to those orc good shit man, Oh wait yeah my wings are fucking filthy you really gotten clean them" you internally groan because cleaning wings was hard and since he couldn't reach his wings you were in charge of cleaning them
He picked you up with one hand and walked over to the bathroom the way he picked you up felt weird because his hand was right around you waist. Once you got into the bathroom he undressed and turned on the water his back turned to your so you could wash his wings.by the way Adams bathtub is huge its like the size of a mini pool. You looked at them for a little looking at where to start You bragged about keeping good condition to your wings but Adams were horrible there were clumps strung up together lots of wing dandruff, and crumbs in-between his wings "well what are you waiting for bitch you gonna clean it or just look" he mocked making you feel guilty so you quickly got a bucket of water and poured water on his wings. some thing was so cruel about it you were cleaning his healthy and fine wings while you had clipped wings some cruel fucking irony
Adams wings twitched and slapped you in the face he burst out laughing and said "fuck I'm so sorry they do that sometimes" you knew he was lying but you were okay with that he was just having a lil fun right? You then got the soap and started to scrub it against his wings rubbing your hands in-between his feathers and getting all the dirt and crumbs off Adam giggled and said. "why don't you join me in here" you didn't get a chance to respond before he grabbed you and shoved you into the water with him the Bathe was huge so their was plenty of room for you to squirm and struggle too. the water created a barrier to stop you from making any fast movements. Adam chuckled and said "your cute like this all pinned down and helpless Y'know" he was teasing you and you were a little embarrassed but didn't say anything. He then turned around and said "there there get back to work on my wings then it will be over he said as you tuned off the water so it wouldn't over flow
You finished getting his wings cleaned and they had a nice glossy tint other then the crumbs inside before the wings are pretty healthy nice strong feathers and good size you then start to leave the bath but Adam pulls you back in "where ya going were gonna have a party" He said in a flirtatious voice he was already naked you could see his hard cock as he towered over you he then did something strange he started to wrestle you you realized he was playing and fought back as hard as you could but he pinned you down "hi" he said in a cheesy voice before you managed to catch him of guard and wriggle out he then says "impressive but not good enough" and he wrestles you back onto him the water was spilling from all the movements but he didn't care he just kept aggressively snuggling with you
he then pulled you out of the water and into the sauna with him where he said "yeah were really gonna have a party now" before pinning you down and putting his swollen nut sack on your face he giggled and said "y'know how people say to suck my balls now you really are" this teasing voice only made you more and more wet he got you he then moved up and but it in your mouth and you started to suckled on them they started to swell up even more which you didn't think was even possible and you were more and more aroused. the hairy sac took up you whole mouth and tasted salty but good. You then got your other hand and started to jerk him "ughh babe fuck... "Adam moaned before a bead of precum appeared on his cock. He was closer and closer to cumming he was also putting his fingers in your pussy making you feel better and better until you both reached climax at around the same time
"UGH that was great" he moaned before cleaning his crotch up "we should do that more often he giggled before slapping your ass and saying "clean yourself up bitch" before leaving the room
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julia, on a wednesday
the following weekend, julia spent time at a beach house with jim's family. seeing pictures on instagram, annie immediately understood why julia had grown the landing strip. she had a small white bikini on in every photo, and in the ones where it was wet, the landing strip was extremely visible.
annie texted her to ask how it went over. "i'm very popular with his dad and brother now," she replied. "his mom doesn't really look at me. but she also walked in on jim fucking me."
robbie was home again that weekend, and so annie was at ted's, fucking him every few hours, getting stoned with lucy, and sending nudes to robbie, and to julia, and to jim. she's started doing this on a thread with julia, but now frequently sent jim her own pics, and he replied with pictures of his cock in julia and his cum on her skin. annie loved being horny about jim with julia. "i love your fiance's cock," she would text her.
jim let her know that his brother had sent him a kind of horny text about being able to see julia's landing strip through her bikini, and annie had encouraged him to send his brother a picture of julia naked. his brother had reciprocated with a picture of his wife.
"it's fucking crazy," jim said. "i've known this woman for a decade, she is the mother of my niece and nephew, and how i know what her tits and bush look like."
"amazing," annie replied. "you're welcome."
when julia returned, she and annie began shopping for the wedding. dress shopping was so fun. the women plied you with champagne, and when they picked up on annie and julia's flirty energy, often joined right in. particularly claire, a sales clerk in her mid-20s who annie sensed was in this job for the joy of it and not the money. as they chatted annie learned that claire was an aspiring event-planner.
julia was changing into dresses right in front of them, in a thong and lace bra, and when annie expressed interest in trying on a dress, claire encouraged her to, so she also stripped to her white panties and pink bra. when claire mentioned that one dress was the one she'd pick, annie begged her to try it on. she tried not to look too hungrily at claire as she slipped out of her black dress. her trimmed pubic hair stuck out a bit around her thong and her very light, nearly invisible nipples poked out a bit from the top of her bra.
"you're so fucking hot," annie told her.
annie had slipped her her number as they left, no decisions yet made. claire texted her an hour later as she and julia were getting early afternoon drinks.
"i don't normally eat pussy but do you want to get together so i can eat your pussy?" claire had texted. "i have a boyfriend so you know, hush hush."
"yes please," annie had replied.
she met claire at her apartment an hour later. the girl seemed nervous but eager. robbie was out, so they went straight to the bed, and claire let annie undress her.
they fucked for three hours -- sweaty, wild, energetic. they kissed and touched and grinded and licked and spit and gasped. annie loved claire's body -- she was tall and thin, like annie, with similarly big breasts and pale skin. the hair on her head was shorter and her pussy was hairier but those were the main differences.
"that was the best fuck of my life," claire told annie in the shower after.
"me too," annie said.
she met ted for dinner that night, and then couldn't manage to cum on his cock after. she faked an orgasm anyway. when she was done, she texted claire.
"i just fucked my boyfriend and it was so boring," she said.
"ditto," claire replied. "i think you made me fucking gay."
a long, hard morning fuck with ted helped annie feel her heterosexuality again. he put his thumb up her ass and she screamed his name so many times her throat hurt. when he came in her mouth, it was soothing to swallow it. ted wandered out to the kitchen after with his dick out, saying good morning to lucy on his way to the bathroom.
her first patient of the morning on thursday was marie, a bored housewife that annie was trying to get interested in hobbies outside of her home. she seemed to feel obligated to do nothing but chores and was collapsing inward. every week annie noticed it felt like less of her personality was coming through.
"marie," annie asked. "do you ever... masturbate?"
marie looked a little taken aback. "what kind of question is that?"
"i just think maybe it would be good for you to relax a little," annie said. "and that's one way I do it."
"i don't need to know that about you," marie said.
"it's OK," annie said. "it's normal, real life stuff."
"i was raised to not to do that," marie said.
"really?"
"self-pleasure is a sin. my father told me."
"well, i was not raised religiously," annie said. "my parents thought it was a good way to keep me from having premarital sex."
"did it work?" marie asked. "you're not married."
annie laughed. "no, it didn't work. i have a lot of premartial sex."
marie grinned despite herself. "i mean, i did too. with my now husband."
"you little sinner, you," annie said. "i know it sounds strange to get a presecription like this... but seriously. try touching yourself."
"i am genuinely not sure i know how."
annie laughed. "just feel around until something feels good, and then keep doing that."
marie said she would try.
after the session, annie checked her phone. she had a message from claire, a picture of herself masturbating.
that night jim texted annie that he and his brother had exchanged more photos - jim had sent him one of julia's spread pussy and he'd sent a similar one of his wife. his brother had asked if julia ever shaved and jim had sent a few shaved pussy pics, and his brother had sent him a video of his wife in the shower, shaving her pussy and touching herself for him as he filmed.
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dabuggh3 · 8 hours
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Heyyy Can you write smth cutesie abt picking hamzah up after he gets too overwhelmed at comic con. I couldn’t stop thinking abt it the whole time watching it was rly funny😭😭😭 Please and Thank you
HIII YESS, no because when I was watching the video and I literally started getting anxious because of how overwhelmed he was. I paused the video😭. But anyways thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoyyy!!💗
Hamzah calls you to come pick him up from comic con because they were done shooting the video for slushynoobz. You get in your car and head over, you arrive and he gets in the car. The first couple mins were quiet, “ So how did it go?, did you like it?”. “ uh it was good there were so sooo many people on one of the floors it was actually crazy, we had to sit down for literally half of it” You look over at him and he was holding something.
“ What did you buy?” He looks down and starts bursting out laughing as he shows you, my little pony oven mitts. “ Hamzahhh” you say laughing. “ Waitttt, okay me and Martin were passing by and there was just like a huge ass stack and we were like what’s this, and we started talking shit and the lady was like oh they’re home made, they’re home made like 5 times, and idk what came over me and I just bought them.”
“ They’re kindaaa cute” you say looking at them. “ I wasted like 30 dollarssss, I saved 5 dollars tho, we bargained with the lady ” he says smiling. “ 30 dollars is actually crazy, but they’re homemade remember”. “ Stoppp, oh my god and someone called Martin the skinniest Spiderman they’ve ever seennn”. You laugh , “ that’s so meann”.
“Babe I swear I was looking at some people and I literally wanted to gag so bad I don’t even know why”. He continues talking then he goes silent, just staring at you,“ What’s wrong” “ You’re so pretty you’re glowingggg” he says admiring you. You turn and smile at him. “Even on shrooms, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen”
For the rest of the drive he continues talking, pointing at random signs, and telling you what he’s seeing. You guys arrive, parking into you’re apartment complex, “ Yea and Martin went over and asked him for a hug and I was like boy he don’t want no dam hug from youu, the guy looked so scared I recorded it.” You both laugh so hard, “ Okay we’re here let’s go” “ Huh, I swear the car was still moving”
You guys enter the apartment, and Hamzah changes then plops down on the couch. “ Do you wanna eat something orrr” “ No I’m okay I’ll eat later” “ Okay” you walk over and sit next to him, “ Want to watch something” you look over at him as he sits with his head back eyes closed, “ uhhh yea,” he opens his eyes and turns looking at you. He smiles and leans over to kiss you. He then positions himself, laying on your chest. “ Do you wanna watch Arcaneee??” You say in an excited tone.“ Yesssss” he says smiling.
You and Hamzah lay on the couch as you rub his back. And he keeps pointing out random stuff from the show that he’s never noticed, “ wait was that always there I swear it wasn’t”. 30 minutes pass by and while laying down, you feel his stomach growl. “ Babe are you sure you’re not hungry?” “ No” “ I literally felt you’re stomach growl right now, ima go make you something” you try getting up. Hamzah holds onto you harder while making himself heavier, “ I’m not hungry, don’t leave” he says muffled because his face is buried in your chest. “ I’ll take like 20 mins and I’ll be right back, I’m literally right here next to you in the kitchen”. “ No”. “ Okay then come with me”
Eventually Hamzah agrees and comes with you to the kitchen. You end up making him a sandwich. While making it Hamzah is just hugging you from behind, watching. “ Are you sure the mayo’s not expired, it’s kinda a weird color” “ No it’s not, trust me”. You finish and go back on the couch. Hamzah sits back down and eats his sandwich. He then goes on a whole rant how Martin didn’t want to finish watching Arcane and he’s missing out. Then he starts talking about the slushies, “ I hope they actually enjoy the video, I feel like we looked so dumb” he laughs. “ Nooo, they’ll enjoy it dont worry”. Eventually he starts getting tired so he starts quieting down and ends up falling asleep.
I hope this isn’t horrible 😭.
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anonsturniolo · 19 hours
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Matthew Sturniolo NSFW Alphabet
WARNINGS : !!explicit content below; do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!!
AUTHORS NOTE : I didn’t exactly follow the template for this, I made some of it up from my imagination.
—This is my first time publishing any type of writing; please comment & let me know what you think… be honest!—
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A = aftercare
King of aftercare. Literally would do anything to make you feel comfortable & taken care of. Would fill up your water bottle, get you a towel, maybe even run you a hot bath to relax in if it was really rough, ofc followed with lots of cuddles
B = body part (His favourite of yours)
He looooooves your tits. It isn’t rare to catch him staring at them mid conversation & need to redirect his attention.
“My eyes are up here”
“Heyyyy how can u blame me when your wearing a shirt like that”
C = cum (anything to do with cum)
Lowkey he loves cumming inside of you. It makes him feel closer to you & he kind of loves the risk of it. He also loves covering your face in it.
D = Degrading (does he like it ?)
Matt isnt the biggest fan of degrading. He finds it disrespectful to talk/treat you like that even if its just in a sexual way. The most he will do is call you a slut, slap you, or spit in your mouth.
E = Experience(how experienced was he before you met)
At the time that you guys met he had 2-3 bodies. He knew how to please you but was not opposed to taking notes on how to get better (and he did).
F = Favourite position(his favorite)
He’s def a missionary guy. He loves looking into your eyes and kissing your face as he fucks you, & ofc grabbing + sucking on your tits is easier when they are right in front of his face.
G = Goofy (how serious/goofy is he in the moment)
He is very focused on pleasuring you so he is serious most of the time but, once you guys were together for a while and had gotten a lot more comfortable with eachother you were able to laugh more and have a little more fun.
H = Hair (how groomed is he)
Trimmed not shaven. Not too much but not too little.
I = Intimacy (how intimate is he)
He loves making love & being intimate with you. It’s his way of showing you how much he loves you. He loves showering you with praise & kisses
J = Jack off (how often does he do it)
He only ever does it when he’s not with you; like when he’s home in Boston, on tour, or travelling without you. But anytime you are together he will make sure to find time to fuck you instead of jacking off.
K = Kinks (which ones does he have)
He doesn’t have any crazy kinks. He likes putting you in handcuffs sometimes so he has more control over you, he will slap your ass & face and he sometimes likes to spit in your mouth.
L = Location (where does he like to do it)
Call him boring but, he def loves doing it in bed. Sure doing it in public is fun but theres nothing better than being able to be loud & comfortable at home.
M = Motivation (what turns him on)
In his eyes you’re the sexiest person he’s ever seen so most things you do can turn him on; specifically when you kiss his neck + nibble on his ear, or when you sneak your hand up his shirt and rub his stomach/ v-line.
N = No (something he wont do)
He would not do anything seriously degrading to you; anything that would cause more pain than pleasure.
Oral (giving & receiving)
Matt. The. Munch. This man will eat you all day until you cant take it anymore. He loves to be down there until you’re squirming & pulling his hair. He obviously loves when you go down on him. He loves to look you in the eye, hold & caress your face and tell you how good you’re doing.
P = Pace (how fast/slow does he go)
It definitely depends on the mood. If he is wanting to make love & show how much he loves you he will go very slow & gentle. If you guys are just fucking for pleasure + fun he def speeds up his pace and will be very fast & rough.
Q = Quickie (his opinion on quickies)
I mean let’s be honest if a quickie is all you guys can do he’s def down for one but its not something he always loves to do. He likes to take his time pleasuring you without a time limit.
R = Risky (how risky does he like to be)
He likes to stay in his comfort zone but if you really wanted to try something new/something risky he would at least try it once for you to see how he likes it + to make you happy.
S = Stamina (how long does he last/how many rounds)
After a bit of practice he was able to build up his stamina and can last 2-3 rounds (on a good day)
T = Toys (does he like them)
The only toys he would use during sex if he used any it would be a vibrator on you, but for the most part he likes to be the one that makes you feel good.
V = Volume (how loud is he)
He isn’t that loud but definitely isn’t awkwardly quiet. He softly moans/grunts when you feel good, or will do some dirty talk to get you going even more.
W = Wild card (random head cannon)
I feel like he is such a big tease. Especially if he knows you wont have the chance to do it all day. He would whisper dirty things in your ear, compliment you, send you dirty texts, and put his hand as far up your thigh as he can.
X = X ray (whats going on under those clothes)
I honestly feel like he’s around average. Maybe like 6-7 inches.
Y = Yearning (how often does he want to have sex)
For the most part he likes to have sex 4ish times a week, sometimes more sometimes less. If you guys haven’t seen each other in a while then he def likes to have it a little more than average. Its also hard to do it sometimes because you guys are always around his brothers.
Z = Zzz (how quick after does he sleep)
Sex definitely makes him sleepy so he’s usually passed out within 20-30 minutes of finishing. He always makes sure to provide aftercare for you and make sure you’re ready for sleep as well.
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I'm obsessed with this heeseung fr!
I had to get this off my chest because I have multiple Hee TikTok's haunting me.... 
So right off the bat I’m thinking doggy, on the couch, hair pulling, filthy ass sounds, the most filthy but intimate doggy you can honestly think of! 
You know that song ‘Come Through’ that been trending on TikTok if not then HERE 
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It is giving Heesung vibes, it is giving he is so deeply loving, vibing, enjoying you in every way possible, I can easily see him becoming a moaning mess while taking you from behind! 
He just loved the feeling of you wrapped around him and taking his cock. 
The view is the best part for him though, seeing your tight cunny wrapped around him. 
999999999999999999% PLUS IF THERES A MIRROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
He is looking through the mirror, that signature smirk on his face, his cum twitching every time he sees your eyes roll back with how deep he’s going! 
A LOT OF WORDS COMING FROM HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
“Fuck you feel so good baby” 
“Feel my tip reaching your deepest spot? Hmm?” 
“This is my pussy, isn't it? Say it. Speak. It.” 
“Keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror! D-do not look away!” 
He is almost edging at this point, he's the type that when his pitch and whines grow he's about to fill you up! 
“O-oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! You are gonna take it right?! Of course you are, M-my good girl!” 
THIS MF PAINTS WALLS WHITE AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY DENIES! 
The way this man is Finna fill you is crazy, like there is nothing else to say!”  
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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "
WHOEVER YOU ARE, THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS.
warning: idk some of you THAT well but i tried my best TT so bear with me. this is supposed to be a simple game but my perfectionist ass smh. ALSO i think four or five of my moots aren't here, i am sorry you guys, idek what to write abt y'all since we don't talk that much or you are a newww moot, let's talk more. really sorryyy.
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—ㅤ @haneagerr x HAN JISUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: best-friends to lovers .ᐟ
alexa is the type to sulk and be real quiet unless she meets someone who can bring out her craziness. so when jisung meets her on first day of high-school it's really quiet with muted replies from her. but then with gradual encounters extreme poking and loudness from hanji she releases her equally as loud self. and somewhere down that line, they realise they actually like each other a lot since they are so compatible and basically know each other's everything. and comfort? just each other.
—ㅤ @kyrjnie x KIM MINGYU .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: fake-dating .ᐟ
aquaintances in their workplace? or maybe a classmate/seatmate. the point is they don't know each other THAT well. but mingyu's adorable personality just makes her soft for the boy. plus he is helpful and brainy, so when val gets into a bad situation he decides to help her out, except they break every rule of fake-dating in the book ever. and they blame everything on the fake stuff LIKE THERE IS NO FAKE???? anyway they gradually understand (or their frnds make them do cus both of them are actually so cute and oblivious)
—ㅤ @hotteoki x JEONG YUNHO .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: grumpy x sunshine .ᐟ
no skits ain't grumpy, she has the best assortments of memes IK OKAY!! but this girl and her dm replies, god they are late! which shows her as grumpy. unless well yk someone climbs up her walls and claws down whatever is making her forget. so i think yunho would be the perfect person, always grinning with that ADORABLE SMILE and nagging her (in a good way). omg they are such adorable cuties in my head.
—ㅤ @fairyhaos x JOSHUA HONG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: strangers to best friends .ᐟ
yena is such a sweetheart and joshua is too, i feel like they would just meet by chance, for example they took the same bus or something like that. and these two would just strike up a random convo that would fit both of them so well. like yk when you meet a person and they click instantly? THAT!! so even if their routes change they will still hang out, do crazy stuff, be a partner in crime (not literally or maybe literally idk) they are just each other's safe place
—ㅤ @daesukiii x JUNG WOOYOUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: workplace romance .ᐟ
i am gonna have some fun now. so dae is so workplace romance coded and woo just fits every trope (let's be real now). imagine the scenario, wooyoung gets things wrong, he DOESN'T KNOW OKAY and god his loud whiny ass just makes it worse. so dae decides to help him till he gets the point (spoiler: he doesn't) but even when he does he purposely does shit wrong 'cause one- he is a menace, two- he can have dae close to him. and the rest is history (not really, woo messes up while he tries to ask her out making her help in that too lmao)
—ㅤ @weird-bookworm x CHWE HANSOL .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: matchmaker gone wrong .ᐟ
here's a simple advice, never let kwon soonyoung be a matchmaker. you know the twist? he match-made so many people he mixed them up and numbers got swapped. so now sky is staring at an american boy awkwardly smiling when she was supposed to meet someone named seokmin. they stare weirdly at each other before realising but they can't let a reservation go to waste so they do have the dinner. the whole thing is so awkward and quiet but it isn't uncomfy. hansol keeps telling weird stuff and sky just listens until they realise maybe this isn't SO bad (thank you hoshi). they do end up getting e/o numbers at the end and they do happen to meet up more often (they call it friend's meet but we all know so shut up)
—ㅤ @eightmakesonebraincell x PARK SEONGHWA .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: enemies to lovers .ᐟ
this will be fun. so loren is well, fun. a very different kind of fun. she is creative, spontaneous, has the most unhinged replies. so when she meets hwa who is quiet, maintains everything and reserved personality they DO NOT hit it off at all. and seonghwa just wants to avoid her at all means 'cause he does not want it wrecked all over. well too bad, because they have the same friend circle! it is always the push and pull, the tension and goodness the bickering over the smallest things. it is just seonghwa loosing his patience and loren having fun with it. until one day they realise that maybe they aren't intolerable (yk how the rest goes YES MAN I AM TALKING ABT THOSE SHY GAZES)
—ㅤ @potatomountain x KIM HONGJOONG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: neighbours .ᐟ
i am saying this in the nicest way possible!! this friend of mine needs care okay!! and who is better at it than kim hongjoong? well, everyone. the man hardly knows how to take care of himself, forget about doom. but, that is where the cuteness lies. they complete each other yk, someone forgets something, the other keeps track (unless they both forget and panic rush into stuff) plus staying next door has its perks, they can share stuff, they have stories (teas) about other neighbours to share. overall they have a wholesome, homely and almost domestic relationship until they realise it one day OH!
—ㅤ @quhrtz x KIM TAEHYUNG .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: childhood friends to ? .ᐟ
it is just the idea of her and tae being friends from childhood making me swoon so bad. like she has social anxiety so always having a person to lean on is just so comforting yk. and tae is perfect with that adorable boxy smile of his and he doesn't have to worry about her not opening up. because they just know each other so well. bonus, they know each other's everything too so every hurt comes with comfort and every laugh shared is meaningful. and slowly it might develop into something more.
—ㅤ latte x KIM GYUVIN .ᐟ — ㅤtrope: meet-awkward .ᐟ
ik you are lurking here anyways so i added you too. picture a quiet cafe, people having nice conversations or quietly working and amidst all of that latte is having an awkward staring contest with a stranger (who is beautiful). like they are just looking at each other and staring? if that makes sense. ricky and gunwook are trying to make sense of the situation but they can't so jiwoong sighs, takes matters in his own hands and pushes gyuvin towards her. cue another awkward standing and staring at each other till jiwoong coughs AGAIN and they finally talk (somewhat) ANYWAYS IT'S A WIN OKAY, THEY GOT THEIR NUMBERS OR SOCIAL IDS WHATEVER.
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sangerie · 7 months
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Sometimes I think Brook just asks to see girls panties so they will inevitably hit him and then he's like "oh thank god this isn't a hallucination and I'm not still on that fucking ship"
Like, you just know this man thinks he snapped so hard that he made all of this up. He probably thinks it's a dream 85% of the time.
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diluc33rpm · 2 months
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the romance/relationship system in bg3 is genuinely some of the worst designed shit i've ever seen in any game with that feature but at least the memes we get out of it are funny. once saw someone comment something along the lines of 'patch note: waving at gale will no longer cause him to buy a house for the two of you to retire in' and i've never recovered since
#i love gale he doesn't deserve (most of) the incel slander#but it's painfully such a good riff because it really really does feel like that#the player choices being a b/w alternation between 'hey there' and 'YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF... NOW!' normally is already comical as is#the fact that it carries over into interactions with the party members who you're presumably trying to be close with is... something else#and what makes it worse is it ISN'T jokey hyperbole. anyone remember 'send a mental image of you kissing him or HIS HEAD ON A PIKE.' c'mon#trying to chat and vibe at the refugee camp celebration and the sum of conversation i get is one (1) line asking how they're doing#because going any further than that elicits marking you down for the path of boning take it or leave it#it's genuinely so hard to get to feel like you can deepen a relationship with the characters in ways that aren't trying to pursue them#yes! halsin! i really want to know you better! i just don't want the ass!! why is trying to hit the only option other than up and leaving!!#99% of the time i expect nothing from media creators in terms of writing interactive relationships#larian are beyond parody in that they've somehow managed to do worse than the already suboptimal majority#we're just going to impose the roadblock of do you want to fuck y/n right off the bat. good luck finding a way to talk around that if not#the obscuration surrounding where exactly the checks are really does not help at all either#when the shit's got even the allos complaining about it you know it's BAD#shame because i was excited for character scenes given that's a lot of what's hyped up about the game#but no it's all just the romances. 'what if i'd like to breathe in someone's general direction-' well now have you heard of our romances?#fish fear them party members fear them and tav is going to have to walk alone on this sinful earth#conservative bigoted relative at the family reunion withers era was a fucking time before they tweaked that line speaking of#just so crazy they can get away with this shit#baldur's gate 3#bg3 liveblog
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nerdynikki94 · 7 months
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BITTERSWEET RANT ABOUT QUEER (MLM) CHARACTERS IN CURRENT MEDIA
I used to think it was impossible for me to hyperfixate on a show/ship without reading and writing nonstop fanfic about it. But then, a year and a half ago, I watched OFMD and I staunchly refused to read or write any fanfic, because I needed to wait it out and see how the amazing writers planned the story to continue. (I'm ecstatic for October 5th.)
I still considered myself to continue obsessing over my queer ships, especially when I watched Galavant and fell into a bit of a Richard/Gareth hole (but there are very few fics, I planned to write one but kept going back to my Macden fics).
Then, I watched Hannibal, and I tried to read fics, planned one too, but I just couldn't get into it, and preferred obsessively rewatching the show instead.
Now I'm literally refreshing fanvids of our Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens on YT daily, but completely unable to even glance at fics.
It's funny to think how far we are coming with queer characters in media, and I'm just so excited to see shows that refuse to queerbait. They aren't using a viewership by playing with never-ending hints and nods but zero follow through. They are acknowledging that acts of abandonment or betrayal have consequences, regardless of the initial intentions. They refuse to do that kind of disservice to the respective narrative journeys of these characters.
Yes, they may be angsty and a bit sad right now, but Goddammit, we are finally getting sincere, star-crossed gay love stories. Tragic, but not in your typical heartbreaking Brokeback Mountain -esque media from the past (no hate, love the movie, thought the short story was okay).
These queer love stories are giving the same kind of painful passion as some of the best dramatic romances around (one of my fave genres). What a time to be alive! Because it's not an unhappy ending until it ends. The best love stories have to have nearly impossible obstacles. That is how the relationships are tested.
Just thinking about how I've always hyperfixated in the past vs. how I do now. I realized it's because I finally have hope. I can't consume fics because I trust the creators and writers of canon so explicitly that I know they will continue showing how they respect the viewers while also acknowledging the significance, the absolute necessity of delving into the arcs and development the characters need to find within themselves.
I believe David Jenkins and Neil Gaiman are determined to do right (as Bryan Fuller would be, if ever given the chance to continue), not by all the vastly different opinions of the countless countering fans, but by the way they have shown genuine acknowledgement to the romance and enough respect for the love interests to make them face challenges that help them grow. Queer characters are the leads' now, and they are fully-formed yet ever-changing, unique representations, flirting with fun stereotypes, without reducing them to the worst and most inaccurate social stigmas.
So, I'm ever-resolute to hold out for canon, because I don't want to get my head so full of incredible fanfic that I have my opinion change from constantly switching perspectives.
These writers are changing the game so much that I can't help but trust that - even beyond just the romantic aspect - they actually care about the development of the characters, they aren't defined by just being gay, they are complex.
In other words, I'm in a perpetual state of refreshing Macden fic updates every time I want to read something, and trying to conjure the desire to write again, so I can get back this other Macden fic, after having spent the past two years straight writing the most fics I have for any ship in my entire life.
But, yeah, it's totally crazy to realize that the reason I can not read any of the amazing fics out there for Our Flag Means Death, Hannibal & Good Omens is because these shows are already so enthusiastic and welcoming of their queer characters.
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maddy-ferguson · 10 months
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byler tumblr in june: will doesn't have internalized homophobia, that's mike.
byler tumblr on july 1st: oh, will does have internalized homophobia after all. this is terrible.
byler tumblr in august: oh, will really does have internalized homophobia after all. this is terrible.
byler tumblr after scriptgate: will doesn't have internalized homophobia, that's mike.
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tariah23 · 6 months
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Every shounen/seinen manga always tries to top themselves by creating the worst parent/ guardian figures ever I swear to god lmfao.
#yujiro is insane and a lot of ppl forget that he’s a rapist too unfortunately#got to the part in the anime where yujiro blew a gasket just because he was told that Baki wanted to sit down and have a normal meal with#him as father and son this is so funny to me bro I had a feeling that baki asked for something so simple and it was enough to piss yujiro#off so badly he’s so easy lgmajsjsjsjsms#kenjaku…. *looks the other way* oh BROTHERHJHHHGHHGHH#thinking about that one panel where kenjaku acknowledged yuuji as his son *explodes*#I don’t want to touch anything in berserk gambino was… man#rambling#yujiro is the kind of character who you’ll just have to take as is he’s definitely one of the most interesting characters throughout the#entire series he’s crazy as hell you kind of want to watch/read just to see what other stupid shit itagaki comes up with to show just how#twisted and unfathomable he is#like we all know that he’s an awful person that’s kind of the point of his character#a guy that just does whatever he wants to whoever and wherever because who can stop him? who can test him?#you’re left easily rooting for Baki along the way and wishing for him to defeat his father like he wants to so badly#their relationship is sickening to say the least lmfao#jack…. I am a fan#you’re always left rocking in your seat and waiting to see the epic clash between these two because of Baki’s determination and perseverance#vs yujiro. the embodiment of an unmovable force#crazy#I hate his ass so much but he’s so interesting lmfao#I like how their relationship heavily contrasts between doppo orochi’s and katsumi’s it’s definitely something else and probably one of the#few healthy father son relationships within the series granted that series has never really focused on such relationships as a base for#anything to begin with but it doesn’t really matter
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