#it was. i was having a moment looking down on myself like god and i was like. bestie. this is hysterical

[imwetforyourmom]

request!!!

chris or matt fic where him and the reader had a good time last night and they wake up and like cuddle and just like super fluffy and she like makes breakfast for him idk it’s all over the place but you get it

sweet

warnings: lovey dovey, suggestive, kissing, swearing, literally just fluff, poc!reader friendly

a/n: nah cause when I read the request I actually kicked my feet and said “aww that’s so cutee!!” SO FUCKING LOUD.

a/n 2: even tho anon and I did not talk at all while I was making this, I felt like me and the anon that requested this were like besties, idk

~

“you’re too sweet to me”

he slowly opened his eyes, before shutting them closed almost immediately with a grunt. he wrapped his arms around y/n and pulled her further into his embrace, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut due to the overbearing rays of sun in his room.

y/n moved her face away from his chest some, her eyes opening slowly to look at the boy above her.

“hi” she murmured, her voice slightly raspy with sleep.

chris kept one eye shut with a squint and his other eye opened to look at y/n, a small smile forming on his face.

“hi baby” he used his grip around her to push her face back into his chest, but closer to his neck.

breathing in, y/n wrapped her arms around chris’ bare torso and pulled one of her legs up to rest on his waist, bringing them closer.

“you were amazing last night” chris mumbled into her hair, his eyes closed now. he traced small shapes and patterns on y/ns back.

“thanks, you were okay too I guess.” y/n joked, chris scoffed in return, “well fine then, guess ill go fuck myself.”

y/n bursted into a fit of giggles, chris joining along with her.

“im joking!” she said, sighing as she stopped giggling, a contentness washed over her.

“you were amazing too” she kissed a small peck on his collarbone, before nuzzling her face further into his neck.

y/n could never ask for something as good as this, laying peacefully in her boyfriends arms while they cuddled after a long night. the warm rays of sun beaming in through the window only enchanting the moment, she wouldnt want anything any other way.

chris ran his hand through y/ns hair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, she was so perfect, in any and every way.

“you’re so perfect.” he praised, his voice quiet but still loud enough to be heard from y/n.

a small smile also tugged at her lips, “thanks chrissy.”

without warning, she flipped them over, straddling chris’ waist, thank god she was wearing panties or this morning would end in a totally different way.

chris slowly opened his eyes, a small sense of confusion on his face at her sudden actions. he held her hips gently, rubbing small circles on them comfortingly.

he looked into her eyes, a stupid grin on his face, causing y/n to have a stupid grin on her face aswell.

after a few moments of just staring at eachother, soaking in eachothers beauty, she leant down and pressed a quick peck to chris’ lips before pulling off him fully, jumping to the floor and grabbing his t-shirt from last night to slip it on.

“im gonna make breakfest, are you going to come up with me now or in a little bit?” she asked, walking over to his closet and grabbing a pair of her shorts to slip them on as well, theres no way she’d walk upstairs in an oversized shirt with only panties on underneath.

“ill come up in a sec.” he smiled at her, waving his hands off to shoo her off.

she nodded and left the room, closing the door behind herself—hiding a slight limp from him, only to not boost his ego.

~

y/n stood at the oven, humming a song to herself while shifting the pan over the burner every few seconds, content with life.

living with her boyfriend and his triplet brothers in a happy home, cooking them breakfest on a warm and bright morning.

she slightly swayed her hips, feeling the music she was humming, until a hand wrapping around her waist stopped her movements.

“hi pretty girl” chris said, his chin propped on the top of her head as he watched the egg cooking aswell.

“hi!” she replied, though her voice way more enthusastic than it was in bed.

“whats got you all happy?” chris asked, his fingertips very slightly making movements to tickle her sides.

“dunno, im just happy today.” she murmured, flipping the egg sunny-side up.

“am I not allowed to be happy living with my boyfriend in a content home?” she asked sarcastically, leaning her head back to look at chris.

“I was just asking, sheesh.” he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to her cheek bone before unraveling his arms from her waist, hearing loud footsteps, signaling nick was coming in the kitchen, knowing his hatred for ‘PDA’.

nick cleared his throat, ridding of any of his leftover sleepiness “what’re you doing, y/n?” nick asked, coming around the corner and leaning against the counter, his eyes flicking between chris and her, seeing that chris was also leaning against a counter.

“making breakfest.” she murmured, her focus now returning back to the pan.

“for whom?” nick asked eagerly, he was starving and was not gonna pass up her cooking.

y/n tilted her head towards nick, a sly grin on her face. “why? you hungry?”

“well yes, thats why I asked.” nick raised his eyebrows, looking at y/n with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“ok well, im making it for all three of you—if matt gets up anytime soon.” she looked back at the pan, her eyes trailing around the egg, waiting for it to be able to flip.

“I dont think matts getting up anytime soon. its ten o clock.” nick chuckled, leaving the kitchen to walk to the couch, plopping down onto it and turning on spongebob.

~

“okayyy guys, breakfest is ready!!” y/n said, taking the pan off the oven and putting the cooked eggs and bacon on the paper plates, a grin on her face, looking down at her work.

“thanks y/n.” nick got up from the couch going to the kitchen and grabbing his plate, giving y/n a side hug before going back to his spot on the couch.

chris leaned off the counter, walking over to y/n, he turned her around and wrapped his arms around her torso, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo.

y/n returned the hug, before looking up at chris, a small grin on her face a light pink blush to her cheeks.

chris looked down at her, a small smile on his face, he pressed a small kiss to the tip of her nose, mumbling “you’re so sweet to me.”

1184 words

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @genshin-addict @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @starsturni @b2cute @livvy4realll @graysturns @wh0resstuff @mattsmad @sturn-bugz @e1ias3 @sunsetsturniolos @strniolo @sturnssmuts @simply-a-simper @stunza

@maryx2xx @mattsmad @dollyspsychoxo @mels22lunchbox @riasturns @chrissturniolosworld @ariqolyx @dollyspsychoxo

@aliceloveschris @starsturni

#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #chris x reader #chris #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine

[hgfictionwriter]

Insatiable

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie gets back after a few weeks away and is more than ready to make up for lost time with you. The best way she think to reconnect is to make you cum - again, and again, and again.

Warning: Smut. Overstimulation. Mind break. Marathon sex. Language.

A/N: In response to this request.

"You looked incredible tonight," Jessie said as she took your jacket from you and hung it up in the entry way.

"Yeah?" You said with a faint smirk as Jessie returned to wrap her arms around you.

She'd been handsy all night - hand inching up your thigh under the table, leaning in extra close to whisper, idly playing with your hair while you talked. Jessie normally wasn't overly affectionate in public, especially around her friends, so you knew something was up.

"Mhmm," she whispered as she leaned down to lay soft kisses on your neck. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily.

"I'm glad you're home," you told her as you tilted your head, inviting her to kiss you further.

"Me too," she agreed. "And now that we're done with the social obligations, I get you to myself."

Your smile grew as Jessie guided you towards the wall of your entryway and began sucking on your neck, her hips now pressed into yours.

"I missed you way too much," she said, grinding into you subtly as her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt and snuck underneath.

"I missed you too," you told her as you ran a hand through her hair.

"Mm, mm," she disagreed as she continued kissing you while her hands roamed. "Not like I missed you."

"Let's agree to disagree," you chuckled. Jessie reached to undo your jeans and you pulled back to look at her. She stopped and gave you a deep frown.

"I have a headache," you told her apologetically. You watched as she stared at you, entirely motionless and unblinking until you burst into laughter. "Kidding. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

It only took a moment for her expression to shift into a wicked grin and she pinned you further against the wall, holding your hands above your head. She spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'll get you back for that, you know."

You chuckled. "Did that bother you, baby?"

"Yes," she said with a pointed nip at the base of your neck. "Considering for weeks I've been envisioning all the different ways I'm going to fuck you tonight."

A soft gasp escaped you as Jessie suddenly released your hands and grabbed you by the shirt, eyes locked on you before she dove in and kissed you hard. She marched you into the bedroom, peeling off your shirt and bra, and barely breaking the kiss before allowing you both to fall haphazardly onto the bed.

She continued undressing you both until all your clothes were littering the floor. She bit your lip before standing up off the bed to look down at you with dark eyes.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," she said before grabbing you and pulling you to the edge of the bed before dropping to one knee. A small moan escaped you already as you looked down your body to see her kneeling between your legs with a smirk as she hooked them over her shoulders.

Normally, Jessie would make sure you were laying with your head on the pillows and very comfortable, but not tonight.

Not delaying a moment longer, Jessie dove right into your pussy, moaning into you immediately as her tongue pushed inside of you a few times before dragging up through your folds, flicking your clit and back down.

"God, I missed this," she said between licks.

"Oh fuck," you moaned. "Jess. Oh my God, I've missed you." She continued to devour you, her tongue expertly navigating you. You threw back your head and dug your fingers into your crown. "Fuck, it feels so good already."

Jessie groaned in approval and latched onto your clit, suckling on it while flicking her tongue across it. You moaned harder and she dug her nails into your thighs.

The feel of her mouth on you was amazing anytime, but tonight she devoured you with fervour and hunger. She buried her face in you and licked and sucked as though there was no greater thing on earth.

It only took a few minutes for Jessie's ministrations to bring you to the edge your peak. You'd been satisfying yourself for weeks and it just didn't even begin to compare to what she was doing to you.

Your rocked your hips up into her waiting mouth and brought your hand down to her head.

"Jess, oh my God. I'm so close."

She moaned into you and soon you tossed your head back, thighs tightening around her head as tension within you boiled over. A cry fell from your lips and she dug her nails into your thighs even more, certain to leave a few marks.

Your jaw was slack as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath once your body relaxed back into the bed. You felt it shift as Jessie crawled up your body with a smirk.

"Welcome home. My God," you said as you ran a hand across your forehead as you tried to refocus.

Jessie chuckled as she bent down to tuck her head into your neck and began kissing you there. A small moan escaped you again, your hands coming up to rest on her arms as your body writhed.

You expected her to make a witty remark of some kind about how needy you were, but instead you felt her hands grip your waist firmly and she shifted you into the middle of the bed away from the edge.

You let out a playful laugh and cupped her face in your hands as she returned to you and kissed you. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, which you readily obliged. Requiring no encouragement, you wrapped your legs around her and she instinctively rocked her hips against you. You made out for a few minutes, with her gently grinding against you and pulling a few small moans from you before she pulled back.

"Don't move," she told you as she went to her nightstand and retrieved her strap. You unknowingly bit your lip, running your fingers through your hair in anticipation.

When she returned a few moments later, you nearly blushed at the way her eyes raked over you as she crawled up the bed towards you.

"Now you are a sight to behold," she said before trailing kisses up your chest, neck and finally your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around her once more and she leaned up, straightening her arms to look down at you with a pleased smile.

"Mm, eager for me, aren't you baby?" She teased as she lifted her hips and reached down with one hand to rub her fingers through your folds. Her digits glided through with how wet you were. She looked down at you with a look of wonder and appreciation.

"God, I missed running my fingers across your pussy," she said. Her jaw shifted and her eyes fell shut with a soft moan - echoed by your own - as she sunk two fingers easily inside of you.

"Oh fuck," you said, nearly breathless already with your head tilted back into the bed. "Oh god, I missed you."

"You are so wet for me, baby," Jessie said as she slowly pumped in a couple of times, eyes now open and fixed on you. She shook her head affectionately. "I'm so lucky."

You groaned, her fingers feeling amazing inside of you. "I'd say I'm the lucky one."

She chuckled, withdrawing her fingers from you and pulling a whining moan from you that was quickly quieted when you looked down to see her rubbing your slick arousal onto her strap, soon jacking it up and down before rubbing it through your folds for good measure.

"Jesus, you look hot," you told her with a crooked grin, which she returned, her waves framing her face as she easily continued to hold herself above you.

"Well, I gotta say, every time I do planks at the gym, it takes a lot of mental fortitude to not picture you beneath me," she said with a short laugh.

"Sorry?" You offered with a laugh of your own. "Sounds like I'm distracting."

"You are very distracting," Jessie said as she lined herself up with your entrance. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

She slowly thrust forward, slipping inside of you. You immediately dug your nails into her biceps and she let out a small grunt.

"You look so good beneath me," she said, her voice now husky.

"Oh my God," was all you could manage to say, even though she just held herself inside of you for a few moments, letting you adjust. You felt so full, and again, it was just so different with her being on the other end instead of just your toys.

She reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear and she kissed the side of your face before nipping at your earlobe. She drew her hips back, holding steady so just the tip was inside of you before sinking back in.

"Oh fuck, Jess." You nearly hissed at how good it felt.

"Your reactions make it very difficult to go slow," she teased. "You're lucky I don't fuck you right off this bed with how good you look and sound."

A needy moan escaped you and your dug your nails into her further. You opened your eyes to look at her.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," you challenged.

You knew exactly what that would do to her. Something shifted in her expression and before you could think much more about it, she drew back before driving into you. She dropped down to her elbows and gave a few more measured strokes before she began thrusting in and out of you relentlessly.

You released a series of cries and moans as she expertly flexed and moved above you. One moment she filled you deliciously to the brim, before pulling out and leaving you with a burning need that she'd fill not even a second later.

"Oh God, Jessie." Her name filled the room as your body rocked against the mattress at the mercy of her thrusts.

Her movements were fluid and powerful and you could feel the way she was watching you. Every time you went to open your eyes, a wave of pleasure shot through you and they would just flutter shut again as you tossed your head back. She leaned down and kissed your neck, pulling more moans from you as she teased the sensitive skin there.

You released a particularly heady groan when she drove herself deep inside of you one time and you felt your head move off the edge of the mattress. After a couple more thrusts, your head hung off the edge of the bed completely and Jessie devoured your fully exposed neck.

"Jess," you moaned as you clung onto her as she continued to pump into you, inching you further and further with each stroke. A brief image flashed through your mind of how submissive and needy you must look right now, with her fucking you like a ragdoll and quite literally off the bed.

You let out a small yelp as she sat up, momentarily pulling out, and grabbing you by the hips and flipping you onto your stomach. Your hips were still on the bed, but she didn't bother pulling you further back. You laughed at how you needed to reached down with your hands to brace yourself on the floor.

You were tempted to make a quip of some kind, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw her straddling your backside and lining herself up again any witty comments left your mind. She locked eyes with you and sunk back inside of you. Your jaw fell slack and you moaned, dropping your head again and refocusing on holding yourself up.

She held onto your hips and, given her position, each thrust not only hit your g-spot, but went amazingly deep. It wasn't long before you were cumming around her cock, her name echoing through the room again.

Your arms were shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up through your orgasm and she swiftly reached down to wrap her arm under you and guide you both to the floor.

She gently laid you out on your back and your chest rose up and down as you worked to catch your breath. You managed to open your eyes and were met with a vision of Jessie looking down at you with hunger still burning in her eyes.

When your gaze met hers, a small smile formed on her face before she leaned in to kiss you once more. It wasn't chaste or even sweet, like it normally would be after sex, instead it was deep and wanting.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," Jessie said between kisses, her body now rocking above you, though she was no longer inside of you. "I didn't know I could miss someone the way I miss you."

You kissed a while longer, your end of the kiss a bit languid as you worked to recover, until she broke away. You looked to see her grabbing a pillow off the bed. She smiled down at you as she reached underneath you to lift you and place the pillow under your hips.

You could hardly process your thoughts as she began kissing down your body. Your legs opened up further for her without you realizing it and she placed her hands on the underside of your thighs and pushed your legs back. She gave you a small smirk before she dipped her head down and began eating you out once more.

"Jesus Christ, Jess," you ground out as your head fell back against the carpet.

A few more moans fell from your lips as she lapped at you and sucked on your clit once more. Your pleasure was starting to yet build again when she sat back and wiped her mouth before settling her hips between your legs. She rocked her hips so the strap pushed through your folds, getting slick once more.

You brought your hands up to your face, overwhelmed with what she was doing to you.

"Come on, beautiful," she coaxed as she reached up with one hand to take yours and pull it away from your face. "I love seeing your face when we fuck."

You let out an incoherent noise and took a deep breath as you tried to listen. You honoured her wishes and moved your hands down to your breasts and began massaging them.

"Oh fuck yeah," she said as she shifted forward, though still sitting on her heels and entering you with her strap. She bit her lip as she watched you.

As she slowly began to pump in and out of you, your hands stilled as you were too distracted by the pulsations that went through you with each movement she made.

"Allow me," she said with a smirk as she reached down and replaced your hands with her own and began tenderly massaging your breasts as she flexed her hips to thrust inside of you.

A high moan worked its way up your throat as you dug your fingers through your hair and into your scalp. You tilted your head back further into the carpet.

"God, you look amazing," she said as she took you in, your legs spread wide for her, head thrown back and back arching off the floor.

A small noise of appreciation escaped her as she watched your writhe. She continued to massage you and tweaked your nipples just enough to pull a mewling cry out of you.

Eventually, she sat back fully on her heels again and reached under your legs, lifting them and pulling you closer to her on the floor. She began to pick up her pace.

A long moan rumbled in your throat and you looked down your body to see Jessie sitting back, hands on your hips with your legs resting over the crook of her arms. Your legs swayed rhythmically in time with her thrusts, her strong hips flexing as she rut into you, her own knees spread wide to meet your core.

Jessie's mouth fell open as she worked to maintain control of her breath. A smile tugged at her lips as a few clipped moans escaped you, truncated with each pump of her hips.

She leaned back further and pulled her hands back from your waist to hold your legs open and to anchor her as she began to quicken her thrusts even more. She could feel the rug burn starting on the inside of her knees, but she didn't care. You were close and she wasn't about to stop.

A cry fell from your mouth and you clawed at the floor as Jessie continually hit your sweet spot and sent you hurtling over the edge.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum," Jessie said in reverence as she continued to piston in and out of you. She slowed when you began your descent.

Your chest heaved up and down as you lay spent on the floor, your head lolled to the side. Your legs trembled in Jessie’s hands and she let them down, now idly massaging your thighs as you lay spent on the floor. You could only manage to fleetingly open your eyes, seeing her watch you with a sweet smile on her face.

"Let's get you off the floor," Jessie said with a light chuckle as she withdrew from you - biting back a grin at the small whimper you made when she pulled out.

She lifted you off the ground, holding you in her arms as she climbed onto the bed. She sat down in the middle of it and maneuvered you so you were sitting in her lap. You wrapped your arms around her.

"I'm going to try something, okay?" She asked and lifted you so she was positioned at your entrance again. She slowly eased you down on her - feeble moans coming from you as she filled you once more - until you were fully in her lap again, legs wrapped around her as well.

"Is this okay?" She asked looking up at you with a soft smile. You nodded, still too tired and disoriented to speak, but you wrapped your arms more fully around her, resting on her shoulders and caressed her hair. Her smile widened and she leaned forward to kiss your neck.

She felt your throat rumble as you moaned softly while she gave you slow, sensual kisses along the base of your neck. You gasped, jaw falling slack, as she gave the subtlest shift of her hips.

You leaned heavily against her, your bodies pressed against one another's. She held you steady with one arm bracing your back and the other rest on your waist.

As she kissed your neck, she shifted a touch to make just enough room between you for her hand to wander down so her thumb rest on your clit. Your jaw dropped further as she gently began to circle the sensitive bud.

You arched into her and you felt a rush of her breath, hot on your skin, as she dug her fingers gently into your back.

"I love you so much," she said as she continued to tenderly rub your clit and lightly suckle at the skin of your neck. You gave a slow nod.

"I love you too," you breathed as you pulled her tighter. You subconsciously began to rock in her lap, small jolts going through you as she stroked your clit, coupled with the sensation of being so full with her strap.

Jessie rocked her hips very gently, and not even enough to really move, but just enough to provide a bit of friction in time with the way she circled your clit.

"God, Jessie, what are you doing to me?" You managed to ask as she continued and your pleasure built.

She tilted her head to begin kissing along the other side of your neck. "I wasn't kidding when I told you I've been dreaming of all the ways I wanted to fuck you when I got home." She exhaled heavily, her breath tickling you and sending goosebumps across your skin. "I love being this close to you. There's nothing better," she whispered.

"You make me feel so amazing," you told her as your ran your hands through her hair.

"I want nothing more," she said as she continued her ministrations. The subtle gyrations of your hips quickened just so and she matched your pace, knowing you were close again. "I want you to cum for me," she whispered as she kissed your neck and rubbed your clit.

Heavy panting filled the room as you gently rocked on top of her and she held you close.

"Oh fuck," you said as you felt yourself begin to spasm. Your legs tightened around her and she dug her nails into the skin of your back.

She held you tightly until you relaxed in her arms, all but collapsing into her. She laid a soft trail of kisses along your collarbone as you lay listless in her embrace, your head resting against hers. It was several minutes before she broke the silence. Her voice snapped you out of your trance.

"Okay," she said with a soft chuckle. "I guess we should get you cleaned up."

You gave a tired chuckle of your own. "Jesus Christ, Jess. Four orgasms. I've never been fucked like this in my life."

Jessie hummed as she kissed your neck again. "Are you telling me this is a record for you?" You had to laugh.

"Yes. It is," you affirmed as you shifted to lift yourself off of her. Your legs shook, giving out altogether and she quickly reached out to help you. You huffed affectionately when you saw the brightness in her eyes paired with a grin she was trying rather unsuccessfully to hold back. "Go ahead. You can gloat."

"I wouldn't gloat," she half-heartedly disputed, now fully smiling. She gave you a look. "But seriously, how could someone not want to give you as many orgasms as they could. I can't get enough of you."

You took another few minutes before attempting to get up. Even then, you were very unsteady and had no choice but to let Jessie help you to the bathroom. You were about to start cleaning up when she hoisted you onto the counter.

Despite your surprise and confusion, you still instinctively opened your legs to make room for her to settle between them. She placed her hands on top of your thighs and began kissing your neck once more. Your arms went around her shoulders and you cupped the back of her head with a hand.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You questioned with a laugh. Jessie seemed completely insatiable tonight.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled into your neck as her fingers began to massage the muscles of your thighs. “I just want you so bad. Over and over. I want to be inside of you,” she snaked a hand between your legs and ran her thick fingers through your folds, “I want you moaning. Writhing for me.”

“Jesus Christ.” Somehow, you were aching for her again. You were going to be so sore, but right now you wanted the same as her. “Jessie,” you rocked your hips towards her waiting fingers, “make me cum again.”

She let out a shuddering moan and instantly sunk her fingers inside of you, stretching you out once more.

“Fuck,” she hissed, burying her head in your neck. She curled her fingers inside of you. “You feel so unbelievably amazing. I love fucking you with my strap, but feeling you tighten around my fingers, feeling you pool around me makes me so hot for you.”

“Oh my God.” Her words alone had you growing even wetter for the nth time today. “You are so good with your fingers. I love the way you fuck me and I love having you inside me.”

Jessie hummed in appreciation and lifted her head to meet your lips in a hard, deep kiss. She pulled her fingers out, sure to hit your sweet spot as she did so, before sinking back in to her knuckles. A loud moan from you filled the room.

Jessie moaned into your kiss and soon began pumping in and out of you. A high whimper emerged from your throat as you clutched onto her.

“Mmm I love how wet you get for me, baby,” Jessie praised between kisses.

You let out a sharp gasp as Jessie’s thumb began to caress your clit in time with her thrusts.

“God, Jess. I love the way you fuck me.”

Your words seemed to spur her on and her strokes grew firmer. She bit your bottom lip and you let out a long moan.

“I could never get tired of fucking you,” Jessie proclaimed, her voice stuttering from the motion of her thrusts.

Your whimpers continued to resound off the walls as she kept her pace and brought you closer to another high. You only vaguely noted the eventual huff of a laugh she let out.

“I can feel you tightening around me, baby,” she said, the satisfaction in her voice very evident. “I want to feel you cum around me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

“No one’s ever made me cum the way you do,” you whispered in her ear. “I’m so close.”

With a cry, you began pulsating around her fingers, your hips rocking to meet her. You bit down on her shoulder as you rode out the white hot pleasure that was overtaking you.

You slumped against her as you came down from your fifth orgasm that night and she just held you steady while you caught your breath. Jessie laid soft kisses along your hairline as you regained your strength. Eventually, she spoke.

“Okay, I’ll help you get cleaned up for real this time,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I promise.”

You merely offered a grunt in response and she laughed fully this time.

“Do I owe you an apology?” She asked teasingly.

“Mm, no,” you were slow to reply, still leaning into her. “Though I may change my mind tomorrow when I can’t sit down and can barely walk.”

“I’ve got rug burn on my knees if that makes you feel any better,” Jessie offered, stifling another laugh.

“I probably have it on my back!” You complained and the wince across Jessie’s face confirmed it. “I’ll only feel better about it if your teammates clock what your rug burn’s from and relentlessly make fun of you.”

Jessie huffed, but pulled her head back a moment later with a smug grin. “What are they going to make fun of? That I railed my girlfriend so good we just kept fucking on the floor? I mean, I could bring out the five orgasms as ammo, if needed.”

You shot her an affronted look and she snickered.

“Don’t worry. I’d never do that.” She leaned in again and laid a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m the only one who gets to know how good I fuck you.”

“Mm.” You paused, a look of contemplation on your face. “And my friends.”

“Huh?” Jessie asked, forehead creased in question. “They know?” You returned her earlier snicker.

“Yeah,” you answered nonchalantly. “And I’m definitely telling them about tonight.”

“What!” Jessie exclaimed, looking a bit bewildered. “Wait. Is this why they’re laughing sometimes when I’m around?”

“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Could be they’re laughing at some of your nerdy tendencies - affectionately, of course. Or the fact that my loveable, nerdy girlfriend is an absolute stud in bed. I don’t know. Could be anything, really.”

“Oh my God,” Jessie practically grimaced.

“There are worse reputations to have, my love.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #smut fic

[vent-stink]

When Seonghwa got mad at y/n

a/n: I'm sorry I've been neglecting you all! Here's my apology angst c/w: angst, hurt/comfort pairings: owner!Seonghwa x cat hybrid!reader, cat hybrid!san x reader w/c: 1.6k

Y/n didn't realize Seonghwa was in a bad mood.

At this point, even though she felt bad, it was routine of him to break up with partners because they didn't like her. He'd come home sad, and y/n would cuddle his sorrows away.

This time was different.

This time, Seonghwa came home with a sad aura, but clenched fists. No, he was frustrated, so frustrated. Why were people so closed minded? Hybrids have been a part of society for so long and even if not everyone cares for their hybrids the same way, the extent of his care had been normalized enough by now, he thought. Yet he hadn't met anyone who could accept it.

Y/n wasn't his girlfriend; he didn't want her to be nor did she want to be. He loves her and takes care of her. Sure, hybrids could be in relationships with their owners or with other people, but that just wasn't their relationship. Why was that so hard to understand?

He wasn't mad at y/n, he could never truly be mad at y/n, but in that moment he was just so frustrated. It was moment of weakness, but he seriously resented her, if only for a minute.

But it was in that minute that she crawled over to him, unapologetic smile adorning her face (because she had nothing to feel bad for, he had made sure to reassure her every time before), as she asked for his attention, hands pawing at his trousers.

"Stop it. Move, y/n." His voice was stern and cold and she felt her hair stand on end. "Daddy? Are you okay-?"

Hearing her voice, her sultry, sweet, beautiful voice, he snapped, "GET OFF, Y/N. GET OFF." She flinched away from him, looking at him a little scared, "D-daddy‐?" "I'M SO TIRED OF THIS, Y/N. YOU'RE ALWAYS- YOU'RE ALWAYS THERE. YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He was yelling, really yelling. No one had ever spoken to y/n like that before, especially not Seonghwa. Sure, he'd scolded her, but he'd never so much as punished her let alone raised his voice like this.

She trembled as he yelled at her, curled up into a ball as she was frozen in fear, waiting for him to finish. "It's like ever since I adopted you, I haven't been able to think of anything but you. I can't be selfish. I can't enjoy myself or be loved for a single fucking second-"

"HYUNG!" San yelled, coming down to hug y/n and shield her from Seonghwa. She was shaking, tears running down her face as she whimpered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Honestly, Seonghwa had yelled at San like this before, and Y/n was spoiled so he initially had been enjoying her get a little scared. It was only natural for a harsher scolding at least once or twice... but this felt too harsh. San stopped feeling smug very quickly as he came down to comfort their princess.

San's presence snapped Seonghwa out of his rage, allowing him to actually see how y/n was reacting to his anger. He broke his own heart knowing that he made her look like this, trembling with tears falling down her face, terrified noises leaving her. Oh my god, what was I thinking?

"Y/n, I-" he reached out to her but she wailed, running to San's room and slamming the door shut behind her and burying herself in his sheets.

Seonghwa watched her run and then looked at San helplessly, only to be met with San's angry hiss as the feline followed after his mate to cuddle her as she cried.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Seonghwa could still feel his emotions hot in his blood, so he sighed, sitting on his recliner as he waited for his heart to settle.

He didn't realize how badly he had fucked up until he'd gone back to his room. Y/n hadn't come to sleep. She'd always always slept with him in his bed at night. She'd never been able to sleep at night without her owner.

Yet, right now, as he laid awake, waiting for her to crawl into his arms and tuck herself under his chin, it was almost 1am, and his arms were empty.

He hadn't realized how used to her he'd gotten. He felt cold, even with his blanket tucked up to his chin, body crunched into a ball, he felt like his body was trembling. Now he couldn't sleep without her.

Obviously, he couldn't stand to be like this. He got out of his bed and went to San's room, knocking lightly on the door. He thought y/n might be awake. He thought there'd be no way that she could sleep without him.

But there was no answer. "Y/n?" he called softly. Nothing. "San?" A grunt.

Seonghwa opened the door a peek and first saw San's piercing glare. It wasn't the first time he'd been on the receiving end of it, San got pissy with him all the time, but this was the first time it was over someone else. The next thing he saw was his little kitten wrapped in his big kitten's arms, head tucked into his chest as her chest raised and fell in a steady rhythm.

She was asleep.

"She cried until she was so exhausted she couldn't stay awake anymore," San said quietly to not wake her up. Seonghwa felt his heart lurch harder than it ever had before. "I'm not giving her to you, if that's what you're here for."

"No... I don't want to wake her," Seonghwa whispered, "I just can't... I couldn't sleep." San didn't reply. He wasn't in the mood to give Seonghwa consoling words. He'd used them all on y/n already.

Both of his hybrids were upset at him, rightfully so. He sighed, sitting in San's chair that faced the bed. San eyed him before letting out a sigh and cuddling farther into y/n to sleep.

Seonghwa just watched them until he felt his eyes droop and sleep overtook him.

He woke up to a sniffle. It started him awake. The first heartbreaking thing he saw was y/n's face scrunched up in a sob, fresh tears falling down her face.

"Y/n-ah," he croaked, not even letting himself fully wake up before he was on his knees in front of her, "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean it! I..."

"I- I'm sorry... I made daddy's life so hard. You haven't been able to be happy since I'm here-" "NO!" he exclaimed loudly, making San jolt awake, but the big cat went ignored, "I didn't mean it. Daddy was just upset. I was just sad, I didn't mean to say those things. I didn't mean a single word."

She didn't believe him and Seonghwa could tell as she covered her face, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry they don't like me. You never should have brought me here. I'm so terrible."

"Y/nnie, please," he choked, "I'm so sorry baby. I was feeling sad because my partner left me... but I don't need anyone. I only need you and Sannie, my love. I- Everyday, you make me feel so loved, more loved than I have ever felt from even my own mother..."

Y/n sniffed, looking at him properly, but wearily.

"I didn't mean a single thing I said. It was all in anger. Like- like when Sannie says he's mad at you and won't share his clothes, but he still shares them anyway...," he reasoned desperately.

"You should send me away...," she cried quietly. Seonghwa finally broke completely, letting out a sob, bowing his face to the ground, "You are my most important girl in the world, y/n-ah." His voice was cracking and his pain was agonizing, extremely evident from his voice, "No one loves me more than you, and I can't live without you. I can't sleep without you in my arms. Even if you wanted to leave me, I am the one that's selfish. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. I want you to get so mad at me for yelling at you. I'll make it up to you forever. I'll buy you so many gifts and treats. I just- I need you to know that I love you so much."

She sniffed, getting out of the bed to kneel in front of him as well. When he heard her change positions, Seonghwa looked up to see her looking at him with teary eyes. A wail escaped her throat as she slipped herself into his arms, sobbing into the fabric of his t-shirt.

His arms wrapped around her so tight she would have suffocated if she was thinking about it. He wasn't loud, but his tears slipped down his face and onto her hair, "No one matters to me more than you. You're my baby. My sweet, y/nnie. I'm sorry, I got upset, but I won't do it again." "I th-thought you d-didn-n't want m-me, any-nymore!" she hiccupped between sobs.

"No my princess. Even if I'm only with you for the rest of my life and everyone else leaves, I'll be happy." San wanted to protest, but he didn't because he was too tired and because he knew y/n needed reassurance more than he needed to reaffirm his existence in the house. She was soft. He'd live.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she whimpered. Seonghwa pulled away to cup her face and press soft kisses all over her face. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I meant it when I told you that you and San are a part of me. No one is more important than us. We're a family, okay? You're my family."

Y/n sniffed and hugged him so tight, nodding into his chest. "You promise?" "Mhmm," Seonghwa hummed, "I'll never let you think otherwise again. Even if daddy gets mad at you again, I promise I will never make you think for a second that you belong anywhere else, but here with me."

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez #atz #ateez fluff #hybrid ateez #choi san #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #choi san x reader #seonghwa angst #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fluff #choi san fluff #choi san imagines #san x reader #san fluff #ateez hybrid au #park seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa angst #park seonghwa ateez #ateez angst

[chanelles-world]

𝑒𝓍𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

author’s note: hihiii enjoy this n lmk if u want a pt 2.

warnings: clubbing, kissing, dirty dancing, drinking, grinding

your eyes scanned over the overly-heated room full of sweaty, hot bodies and blaring music. There were three things that you were heavily frustrated about. Firstly, your bitch of a best friend left your side to fuck with some idiot after she was the one who dragged you here to Exotic Love, the name of the club. Secondly, you were lonely right now. And thirdly, you were very, very sexually frustrated. Hoping to get at least one boy down your pants, you wore a racy outfit. It was a shimmery, black one-sleeve sequin dress that stopped dangerously high on your thighs.

Inches below were expensive black faux boots. you knew you looked good and by the hot looks flashed your way, you knew that you looked good to other people as well. But, see, none of them were quite right. So, instead, you stood propped against the wall, wanting to get hot and heavy, at twelve midnight.

"God, bring me a fucking angel, or something," you muttered angrily. And as if your prayers were answered, you saw the most beautiful man ever. His cobalt blue eyes were pinned on you, more alluring than ever and his tawny hair swept down his toned face perfectly.

His thin lips pulled into a smirk as he strode forward, towards you. "And we have a winner," he laughed, grabbing your hips and pulling you close to him as if you’d know each other for forever. you smirked and pressed a hand to his chest. You gave it a little shove, causing him to stumble back some. "What I win?"

“Well, I've been walking around looking for beautiful woman and you seem to have caught my eye," he admitted. you rolled her eyes. "Let me guess," you said. "You've used that line all night just so you can hop into a girl's pants?" you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall again.

The guy smirked beside you. "C'mon, y/n. Have a bit more faith in me." your eyes narrowed. you did not deal with stalkers. Sexy as hell or not. "How the hell do you know my name?"

"I'm Tara’s friend," he confirmed. "Let me introduce myself properly. Chris Sturnolio, soon-to-be-lacrosse- legend, and ladies man. Also, like I mentioned, your best friend's friend." He smiled. you nodded, taking in his answer. "Alright. So, you're not a creepy stalker dude. Do you want to dance?" you took his hand and started moving them out to the dance floor. "Of course you do." Chris smirked and let you drag him to the floor.

Rihanna's We Found Love was blasting through the walls, with colorful probe lights flickering everywhere. you wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck as your hips immediately began to sway at the catchy music.

Chris grabbed your hips, watching, mesmerized as you moved perfectly with the beat. You twirled around, pressing against Chris as you lowered yourself to the floor. you stood back up, your hips still moving and Chris swallowed.

"Damn, y/n," he whispered in your ear. He grabbed your arms and turned you around, crashing you against his chest as he did so. you didn't have any time to breathe before Chris was slamming his lips hard to yours, rubbing his growing erection against your bare thigh. You moaned erotically and gripped harshly at his black V-neck.

Chris pulled back and wasted no time to suck and nibbled at your supple skin. You licked your lips as your eyes fell closed and your head tilted to the side. He trailed his hot tongue down your neck and then began to suck on your collar bone. you stopped moving completely beneath him. you just wrapped your arms around his body, loving the hot trails he left in his assaults.

Chris pulled away and pulled you closer, his hands squeezing your firm ass through the itchy material. Your gazes held for a moment before you felt your back being pushed against the cement wall and Chris’s lips covering yours again.

You brought a leg up, wrapping it tightly around his thigh. "I'm not going to last long," Chris panted, disconnecting your lips and making you whimper at the loss contact. "Can we get out of here?"

"Hell yes," you breathed, then grabbed his arm and sliced through the throng of bodies. You were almost out of there when you heard an all too familiar voice calling her name. You turned to see your best friend Tara Yummy. "You better behave yourself, chica," Tara giggled. "That's my friend."

"Your friend that needs to fuck," Chris said through gritted teeth. you pressed your ass firmly against his erection and smirked. Tara frowned. "Chris, don't you fucking curse at me. And I so did not want to fucking hear that. If you get my best friend knocked up because you can't keep your little pin-dick to yourself, I'll seriously fuck you up."

Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed your arm. "I want you to have fun with that, tar. But, anyway, I have got to go."

author’s note: want a pt 2???? plus if you wanna be added to the tag list lmk

tag list: @mattslolita @mbbsgf

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #hot as fuck #smut #sturniolo smut #chris smut #romance club #kisses #grindcore

[wholoveseggs]

Hey lovely, today request from me🥰

I got struck on an idea where reader tried to dominate Elijah but always fail so, she get Klaus help with some magical witchy rope or something to subdue him, which was successful.

Tho here's the thing, reader is inexperienced in doing something like that and not prepped enough to take him, cuz y'know Elijah is big.. hehehe😌🤭so she started tear up, and ask for his help. Elijah being a smug he is punish her happily after...can you added a sprinkle of daddy kink and overstimulation, pretty puh-lease with the cherry on top🙏🥺

Oh btw your story always superb 🤩 😁

Bindings

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I decided to change it from Klaus to Davina, because I just can't see Klaus being okay with you essentially making a weapon against his family... Even if the reason behind it is just for some kinky fun ♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: smut, *magical* bondage, dom!elijah, daddy!kink, spanking, choking, sex toys and a whole lotta praise...

You sat in Davina's greenhouse, looking around at all the various plants and flowers the young witch had collected. You had asked Davina to meet up with you to help with a problem, one that was a bit awkward to even say out loud, but you knew that she of all people would understand.

You watched her browse through her books, trying to find the spell you had requested. After a few moments, Davina had found the page and started gathering the items needed.

"Davina?" you said.

She looked up from the table and gave you a curious look. "Yeah?"

"You don't think this is a little crazy? I mean, it's a bit of a long shot."

Davina smiled. "Not at all. I may have.... tried it myself... with Kol," she replied, looking away with a light blush.

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, my God. It worked?"

She shrugged trying to appear cool, but her mischievous grin gave away her answer. You smiled back and the two of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After the laughter had calmed down, you looked at her questioningly. "So, how does it work?"

Davina took a seat on the couch next to you and showed you the spell she had found.

"The basic binding is actually quite simple, it's the ingredients that are tricky," she explained, "luckily I have white oak ash, and the rest should be easy to find."

You nodded and listened intently as Davina read through the list of ingredients and their uses. She began by grinding the herbs and mixing them in a bowl, followed by the white oak ash.

Once the mixture was complete, Davina took a long silk rope that you had provided and dipped it in the bowl. She held the rope above the bowl, letting the excess liquid drip off as she chanted the incantation.

"Done," Davina announced, handing you the now-dry rope. "It will keep him bound and unable to break free. You can use it any way you'd like." She grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You couldn't believe how easy it had been, that you were so close to fulfilling a long-held fantasy of yours. "Thank you, Davina. You're the best," you said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged you back, giggling as she pulled away. "One more thing, if you need to break the spell, just say 'confractus' and it will untie itself,"

You nodded, thanking her again before making your way home, the rope clutched tightly in your hand.

It was the most expensive piece of clothing you had ever purchased. It wasn't even something you could wear outside your bedroom, but damn, did it make you feel sexy.

The lingerie was a red, sheer babydoll dress with black lace trim, and it was paired with a matching thong and stockings. You had never worn anything so revealing before, but you knew Elijah would like it, and that was all that mattered.

You wanted to get him all worked up, break down the gentleman facade, make him want you so badly that he would do whatever you asked. You had been waiting for the right moment to try the rope Davina had created, and you were certain that tonight was the night.

You pulled a robe over your outfit, concealing it until the right moment. Then you sat back on your bed and texted Elijah.

"Are you free tonight?"

A few moments later, your phone vibrated.

"For you, always."

You grinned and quickly replied, "Come over."

He sent a thumbs up, and you tossed your phone aside, your nerves kept you from sitting still, and you spent the next ten minutes pacing anxiously around the room. When you finally heard a knock on the door, you jumped, startled by the sound. You took a deep breath and walked to the front of your apartment.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by a sight that made your mouth water. Elijah was dressed casually, in just a t-shirt and jeans, it was a rare sight, and one that had you practically drooling.

You stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of him, until he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry. Come in." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You let yourself melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"What's this for?" You asked, teasingly tugging on his t-shirt, your hands roaming across his broad chest. "Has your dry-cleaner gone and quit on you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I figured we would just have a quiet night in. No need for the formalities."

You nodded, your hands traveling down to his waist. You felt his body tense slightly when your fingers began to dance along the bare skin under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "A surprise? Well, now I'm intrigued."

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once inside, you turned and faced him, taking a deep breath before you began to untie your robe. But then you stopped, looking at him with a naughty smirk.

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your voice suddenly more confident.

He looked surprised by your words, but quickly obliged, pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

"Hmmm," you smiled as your eyes traveled down his body, appreciating his toned abs and muscular arms, lingering on where a trail of dark hair disappeared into his jeans. "Now the pants."

You watched as his hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you, his dark eyes filled with lust. Once the pants were undone, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his black boxer briefs and the outline of his half-hard cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, but you knew this was just the beginning. As much as you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless, you had a plan, and you were determined to stick to it.

"Get on the bed," you commanded, gesturing to the large mattress behind him.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and watching you with curiosity. You untied the belt of your robe and let it fall open, revealing the sheer lingerie underneath.

Elijah's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as they traveled over your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked, teasingly running a finger along the edge of the lace trim.

He nodded, unable to speak, his cock already fully hard and straining against his underwear.

"Good, because I want you to do something for me," you said, your voice low and husky.

He nodded again, his gaze fixed on you.

"Take off your underwear and stroke your cock."

You watched him pull his boxer briefs down and wrap his large hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself.

The sight of him pleasuring himself made your own arousal grow. You let your robe drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

He groaned, his eyes never leaving your body as he continued stroking his cock.

"Darling, you are a vision," he breathed, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

You felt heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues battling for dominance as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand came up to grab your ass, pulling you closer.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

"No," you smirked, "I have something else in mind."

You reached over and picked up the rope, which you had placed within reach on the nightstand. You watched his eyes widen, his hand stopping its movements as he stared at the rope.

"Do you want me to tie you up?" He grinned, his hand starting to stroke his cock again.

"I have something else in mind," you repeated.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hands up," you commanded, leaning back slightly to give him space.

He paused for a moment before lifting his arms above his head, resting them on the pillow behind him.

You brought the rope over his wrists, looping it around and tying them together. He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing.

"I never took you for a bondage girl, darling."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you replied, your tone playful as you pulled the rope tighter.

"Unfortunately I don't think this silk rope will hold me," he said, smirking as he tugged at the restraints.

You ignored him, continuing to tie his wrists to the headboard. Once you were satisfied with the knots, you sat back and admired your work, enjoying the way he looked helpless and at your mercy.

"Oh yeah?" You questioned, trailing a finger down his chest and abs, watching him shiver.

You slowly shrugged off one of the straps of your babydoll, letting the top slide down, exposing one breast.

His eyes fixated on your bare chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Mmmm," you hummed, rolling the hard bud between your fingers, teasing him. Then you did the same with the other strap, pushing the top down until your breasts were completely exposed.

Elijah let out a low moan, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

"Do you want to touch them daddy?" You cooed, running your hands up and down your breasts.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Go ahead, tear the rope and touch me."

"Gladly."

He tugged at the rope, once, twice, three times. It didn't budge, much to his surprise.

"How the..." he started to say, looking up at the knotted rope.

"It's just a bit of magic," you smirked, your confidence growing as you watched him struggle.

You knew the ropes wouldn't hold him forever, but you planned on making the most of the time they did.

"Now, where were we?" You leaned forward, bringing your breasts close to his face.

He craned his neck up, trying to capture one of your nipples with his mouth, but you pulled away, denying him.

"Uh uh," you scolded, "You can look, but no touching."

You moved forward again, brushing your breast against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, trying to suck on the hardened peak, but you kept it just out of reach.

"I will be free soon enough, little one," he growled, his eyes locking onto yours, "and when I am, you're going to be punished for teasing me."

His words sent a thrill through you, but you remained calm, refusing to show him any signs of weakness.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, daddy?" You asked, taunting him as you rolled your hips, your wetness coating his skin.

He groaned at the sensation, his dark, lust-filled eyes watched as you began to touch his body, teasing and tormenting him.

You raked your nails down his chest and abs, earning a hiss of pleasure. You licked a hot stripe up his neck, biting his earlobe before moving to his lips. You kissed him roughly, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moaned, deepening the kiss.

Your hand went to his cock, stroking it slowly as he tried to buck his hips into your touch. You pulled back, smirking at him.

"You're not going to come until I say you can, understood?"

"Yes, my dear," he breathed, his eyes closing in pleasure as you tightened your grip on his shaft.

"Good boy."

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing together as you pumped his cock. He moaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting upwards, desperate for release.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have him.

You positioned yourself over his throbbing member, lining him up with your entrance. You felt a flash of nervousness, not knowing how well you would be able to take him, but the excitement overrode the anxiety.

You lowered yourself down slowly, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of him buried so deep, making your legs shake.

He hummed, his biceps straining against the rope as he struggled to break free. You placed your hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you began to ride him.

You knew right away that you were in trouble. Usually Elijah would take the lead, getting you all wet and worked up, he always took his time, and the pleasure he brought was slow and delicious.

But this, being on top and having all the control, was something you hadn't experienced before. It was intense, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Your thighs were burning as you lifted yourself up and down, but you were determined to keep going. Your eyes met his and the sight of his pupils blown wide with desire was enough encouragement for you to continue.

You rode him faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You were getting close, so close, but it was somehow all too much and not enough. You didn't think it would be this much work, and you could feel your energy waning.

It was a terrible feeling, finally getting what you wanted and being disappointed by it. You had been so confident, but now your thighs were burning and you were struggling to keep up a steady rhythm.

You looked at the ropes, seeing that they were still secure. There was no way you would be able to finish this yourself. You were going to need help.

"Eli," you whimpered, your nails digging into his chest.

"Yes, my dear," he groaned.

"I-I'm not sure... If I can keep going," you admitted, panting as you struggled to continue, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"Well, I'm still quite enjoying myself. You look absolutely exquisite like this," he teased, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah," you whined, "please. I-I can't."

He gave you a knowing smirk. "If you can't keep up, maybe I should be the one in charge."

"Please," you begged, your face flushing as the humiliation of being denied what you wanted so badly washed over you.

"You created this problem for yourself, little one," he reminded, wiping a tear away from your cheek, "but luckily, I'm in a giving mood."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help you, even if he did enjoy teasing you about it. You reached up and undid the knots, releasing his hands from their restraints.

As soon as his hands were free, Elijah gripped your hips, flipping you over so he was on top. You yelped in surprise, the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

"You are such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So eager to please."

He kissed you hungrily, his hands exploring your body, his fingers tugging at the hem of your lingerie.

"And this," he murmured against your lips, "is very pretty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear it."

Before you could protest, he ripped the babydoll in half, exposing your entire body to him. He tossed the torn fabric aside, his dark eyes roaming your naked form.

"But it was expensive," you half-protested, even though you were throbbing at the gesture of dominance and disregard.

He growled and pinched your nipple, earning a sharp gasp, then he soothed it with a swirl of his tongue, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How much did that little magical rope cost you?"

You shuddered, already realizing this was the price you had to pay. You knew he would punish you for this stunt and it turned you on more.

"N-nothing, it was a favor from a friend," you muttered.

He didn't like the vagueness of your answer and took the rope and tied it around your wrists as he started kissing you again, your tongue clashing with his, while his large hand roamed your body, tweaking your nipples, earning a soft moan, and then traveling down south, running his fingertips along your skin, teasing and tickling you softly.

"You are going to do exactly as I say now, understood?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you whined, already desperately bucking against his hand.

Elijah released you, flipping you onto your stomach and dragging you to the head of the bed, tying the rope to the headboard so your arms are stretched high over your head. You were on your knees, and completely under his power.

You heard him rummaging around in his dresser and your heart began beating quickly from nervousness and excitement.

He kissed the back of your neck, the heat of his body warming you, and causing goosebumps to cover your skin. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you instinctively arched into his embrace.

"My sweet pet, are you ready to be punished?" he asked as he held one of his ties in front of your face, "Do you have a safe word?"

Your mind raced as he put the tie over your eyes. You quickly selected a word, just in case you needed it, though you sincerely doubted that would happen. Even when he was dominant like this, he always put your pleasure first, but you wanted him to believe you were scared.

"Coffee."

"Excellent," he replied as the smooth fabric was tied tightly around your head.

You tried to lean forward but couldn't move an inch with the rope around your wrists. This rope has successfully restrained Elijah, there was no way you were getting free until he cut you loose.

"I must say… that magic rope is quite a dangerous weapon, a threat to my family." He whispered against your ear, a hint of danger in his voice, sending an excited tingle through you.

You suddenly felt his strong hand wrap tightly around your neck. He wasn't squeezing yet but he was definitely letting you know who's in charge.

"You and I both know how I handle threats to my family," he said, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A moan escaped your lips and you could hear him chuckle. You were so wound up, you weren't sure how long you could take this.

"Stay quiet," Elijah commanded.

As if in punishment, he withdrew his hand from your throat, and you almost immediately missed the feeling of his warm hand against you. A sudden slap to your ass made your body jolt.

It burned from the force of it, his large, powerful palm practically covering your entire cheek. Every sensation was heightened by the tie around your eyes and you felt your whole body heating up, your blood rushing in anticipation of what was to come.

He hit you again, on the same cheek, harder than the last time. The sound of his hand hitting your flesh seemed to fill the room. Tears pooled in your covered eyes, the burning sensation making your body hum in pleasure, mixed with a bit of pain.

You weren't sure if you could handle one more of his heavy-handed swats. Your arms hurt from being pulled high above your head, and your wrists were already chafing.

You heard him reach into your night stand, searching for something that would bring you a different kind of pain. He found what he was looking for, trailing it down your spine. It was cold and smooth, and it made your stomach drop when you realized what it was.

"Eli- wait," you protested, none of this night was going to plan, but this? You had fantasized about it, sure, but this was-

Your mind went blank when he pushed it inside you, and without mercy, he switched it on. It buzzed to life and the sudden onslaught of the vibrations made your legs shake uncontrollably, your wrists burning slightly as you pulled on them.

It was like you were filled with electricity. And the noises you were making? They were a mix of moans and pleas for release, your body already nearing its limit.

His hand was gone, no more spanking and yet- the buzzing didn't stop, you had no release in sight and that's when you realized your mistake. He wasn't going to let you finish, the intention to drive you near your peak only to take you back down.

It was torture.

And you were absolutely loving it.

The minutes seem to tick by, maybe hours. Who knows anymore. All you're aware of is your trembling thighs, sweat glistening your back and your voice, cracking slightly as you scream and moan, writhing at the touch of his hand, then the hard buzzing once again.

"Hmm, we've never tried this setting before," he mused.

"Please Eli-"

He increased the intensity, a loud buzz echoing the room, and a series of vulgar curses escaping your lips, making him laugh.

The vibrator inside you was now pulsing at a rapid pace, the pleasure blinding, building, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable.

"Don't you dare come," he ordered.

"I can't-" you began, already starting to crumble under his control.

He gave the end of the vibrator a small twist and it hit a new spot that was pure euphoria. You tried to hold on, but it was impossible, your vision went white as an orgasm rocked through you, stealing your breath away, and all of the pent up tension that was burning in the depths of your core.

You let out an ecstasy-laced scream, every fiber in you igniting, every nerve firing at once as an immense surge of pleasure washed through your trembling body, shaking you to the core.

In that moment there was only bliss. The kind of sweet bliss that washes over your exhausted form, turning your limbs to rubber and melting your insides.

Your wrists ached, and you expected Elijah to untie you, but he had gone perfectly still behind you. Your heart began to race, suddenly filled with worry about whether he had become angered by your release. You honestly couldn't undergo another round of his erotic torture and live through it.

The silence and inaction was far worse than any punishment and you felt fear creep up your neck. Suddenly the vibrator turned back on at the max setting and his hand came down hard on your ass once again, leaving it stinging and burning, and tears brimming your lids, even as your body reacted with arousal.

You weren't even sure if your wrists could survive another round and it didn't help that the orgasm had made you sensitive to the point of numbness, but you can already feel your legs shaking, threatening to buckle underneath your exhausted form.

"Daddy, please I can't. I'll pass-" you started, the warning cut off with another slap.

You couldn't do it anymore, your wrists hurt more than the spanking. You remembered Davina had said that the rope could be undone with one word from you. Just as another spank was about to rain down, you rasped out 'confractus' and the rope fell off your wrists. You didn't waste a second, the moment you felt your hands free, you were tugging the blindfold down and pulling the vibrator out of you, tossing it across the bed and collapsing.

Elijah looked a bit shocked by your sudden escape, but that didn't stop him. With you no longer held in the bindings, he took it as another reason to keep punishing you and he grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him.

His eyes were hard and wild, almost black, and his lips were curled up in a delicious smirk as he locked eyes with yours. The blindfold was held tight against your neck with one hand, keeping the pressure just enough to cause slight discomfort.

But then his eyes flicked to your wrists and the damage that had been done. The burns were deep, almost red and his demeanor changed instantly. His expression went soft, filled with remorse, but his dark, lust-filled eyes didn't change, still heated and primal, and needing release.

"I sometimes forget how delicate you are," he said softly, taking one of your wrists into his hand and giving a gentle kiss.

You flinched a little from the sting of it, watching his apology fill his eyes. You knew his guilt and self loathing was about to start, but before he could pull away, you reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips against his.

"I love when you get like this Eli," you admitted as the kiss broke, "Punishing me, fucking me, owning me. So don't start beating yourself up."

His response was an immediate hot sigh against your lips, relieved that he didn't hurt you.

"You do like the attention, do you?" he teased lightly, nuzzling your nose.

You nod, giving another kiss to the tip of his nose. "Always, but can you make this punishment worth it? It better end in a long, hot shower together or I might pass out," you whispered with a cheeky smile.

His shoulders shook from a silent laugh and his arms moved to either side of your face, caging you in with his warm presence, and you couldn't help the blush that spread through your cheeks as the emotion on his face flickered between the self-hating Elijah to the sweet one that you were in love with.

He ran his hand down your leg, then he lifted your thigh and held it against his hip and slowly, gently eased himself inside you. His lips were inches from and you couldn't look away. His eyes had softened now, and your heart melted at the devotion in them, only meant for you.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck as you clung to his shoulder, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pace gradually quickened. Your toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over you, but you held on this time, waiting for his permission, wanting to find release together.

His lips caressed your neck, his breathing ragged, and his movements became more erratic as his own control began to slip. The low, animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest nearly set you off, but somehow you managed to hang on.

Your mind is a fog, filled with everything Elijah; his smell, his warmth, the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breath, his low voice in your ear, his hips moving in a perfect tempo. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and intoxicating. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, especially with the way he was whispering your name like a prayer.

Your legs began to tremble again, Elijah knew you were close, and you were being so good for him. He could see the effort your restraint required in the furrow of your brow and the desperation in your eyes, he saw it in the twitching of your fingers and he felt the small spams from the place the two of you are joined.

"You've been such a good girl, come for me sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at your ear.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back. It felt like the earth beneath you cracked open and molten pleasure coursed through your veins, pouring into every cell and nerve, bathing you in absolute bliss.

Elijah kept rocking, dragging out your orgasm and making his own release finally explode throughout every part of him. As the both of you shook from pleasure, he didn't stop kissing you, kissing your cheeks, neck, and nose as the both of you tried to calm down. You clung to his biceps, relishing his touch, trying to calm down your raging heartbeat.

He released you and flipped onto his back, tugging you along, and making sure that you stayed close. You cuddled into his side, giving his chest small, gentle kisses.

He took your wrist, seeing the faint redness where the rope had burned your skin and gave it another tender kiss.

"Don't tell Klaus about the rope, he would not be very pleased to know you and Davina are making weapons behind his back, love."

You snorted and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "how did you know it was Davina?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Call it an educated guess," he teased and his hand playfully smacked your butt.

You both gave out a little chuckle before falling back into a comfortable silence. Your body had officially given out on you and exhaustion had taken over your form.

Elijah lifted you up out of bed and brought you to the shower, making sure that you were clean of any sticky sweat or traces of what had gone down moments ago. He wrapped his strong arms around you once you were dressed and both cleaned, bringing the covers around both of your bodies before kissing your forehead, and drifting off to sleep, holding you possessively against him.

This night didn't go as you planned, but you did not regret a thing.

♡♡ Tag-List ♡♡

♡ @gorgeouslydangerous ♡ @starkleila ♡ @lydia1369sworld ♡ @notleylaaa ♡ @vampiresluv ♡ @myanmy ♡ @xflowerbombxo ♡ @maryvibess ♡ @always-and-forever-daydreaming ♡ @criminallminds ♡ @theesexystallion ♡ @rosemarypotion ♡ @spnaquakindgdom ♡ @amournoir ♡ @loving-and-dreaming ♡

♡ @meeom ♡ @damienmorton ♡ @wickedmuse ♡ @sunkissedebony97 ♡ @idk00sblog ♡ @savannaounana♡ @cs-please ♡ complicatedandconfusing-25 ♡ @hamiltimes ♡ @akala6670229 ♡ @yeaiamme2 ♡ @itsjulzandmydiamonds ♡ @spideysbabe ♡ @witch-of-letters ♡ @elijahstwink ♡ @rosecentury ♡ @sekaishell ♡ @ziayamikaelson ♡ @amanda08319 ♡ @starshipcookie

I've gotten a few dm's about my tags not working (yay) so let me know if its still a problem, I just re-tagged all of you so hopefully that solved it ♡ (It may be the hearts causing the issue but I don't want that to be true, so I am in denial)

Also! If you wish to be removed from the tag list just send me a dm, you won't hurt my feelings (it's okay if you got sick of me ~lol) I don't wish to hold you hostage ♡

#elijah mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #tvdu #davina claire #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #smut

[kuromhiel]

hi Mei!! I love your stories, I have a request for you.😭 Can you do an angst to fluff bully to liver with crush and reader. But the crush is a male😭😭 please and thank you 🙌

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ Bittersweet ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

⇢ ˗ˏˋ CRUSH X FEMALE!READER ࿐ྂ

WARNING(s): Mentions of bullying, blood, cursing, embarrassing moments

I LOVE BULLY AND BULLIED TO LOVERS TROUPE! I know it's sooo cliche but hey, it's adorable and the tension– I love it 😍 Thank you so much for loving my stories 🫶🏽 So sorry that this is VERY delayed, I just got back to writing and this will be the first I will write. 😽

"Again?!" I angrily slammed my fists on my desk, the teacher quickly shushing me.

"[Name], don't you dare slam your fist on the table! What if it breaks? Is it your property?" The teacher says angrily, placing the ruler she used to point on the whiteboard, on the table.

"Sorry, teacher. It's just that SOMEONE wrote some shit about me on a piece of crampled paper!" I said, glaring at the person seated behind me.

The teacher slams her fist on the whiteboard, angrily. "[Name]! You are not allowed to cuss in my class, and even talk back to me." She furrows her eyebrows.

"Detention, after school, for TWO hours." She grabs the ruler and points it at the male behind me. "You too mister, THREE hours for you!"

He rolls his eyes, "Ma'am, are you even allowed to extend detention? Isn't it only allowed for an hour?" He talks back, crossing his arms. I glared at him, his eyes connecting with mine.

He gets the hint that, that was a look of 'Please shut up, you're making things worst.' but he shrugs it off, ugh, the nerve of this guy!

"You want to make it overnight, Mr. [Crush's Last Name]?" The teacher bites her inner cheek, an act to try and stop her anger overflow.

He simply ignores the teacher as she tries to calm down. "Please be seated, [Name]. Do not disturb my class ever again."

I angrily sat down, reading the paper again. Yeah, okay, he may be annoying but him just simply writing down random words in paper makes me feel cared for. Just kidding (not really).

'Red is red, blue is blue, you got some red shit on you.' I furrowed my brows, slowly turning to look behind me. He slowly looks up at me.

God, he sure is a bitch but an insanely hot one— I shook the train of thoughts off my head and showed him the paper, pointing at it.

"What do you mean by this nonesense?" I whispered, yeah, if it was any other day I would ignore it because he would write things like 'You're looking mad ugly today.' or 'I hope a dog bites your shoe off.' But this one was new.

He looks at me up and down, he stares at my skirt, making me crample the paper again and throw it at his face. He grunts, rubbing his eye. "Ouch!" He says quietly.

"Why are you staring at me like that?!" I say angrily, as quiet as I could. "I think you're on your red day." He shrugs. I felt my heart drop. No way, no fu—

I quickly look through my bag, but I remembered that my last pad was given to my friend last week. Shoot, I forgot to get some more at home.

I could hear him laughing at the back, "Pfftt, looks like someone got their ketchup spilled." He says slightly loud, earning small giggles from the class.

I could feel hot tears form in my eyes, I raised my hand and excused myself from the class, trying to hide the red stain from behind my skirt.

I ran to the bathroom and luckily no one was there, I felt the hot tears drip from my eyes, to my cheeks, to my chin. I continued to weep like a baby and sat on the counter, trying to open the faucet but it was broken.

I looked around to find at least tissues or anything, but none was present. I stayed there for a few moments, and the bell finally rang. I still had detention so I sat there for a few minutes, I'd probably be alone in the room so—

I heard a knock on the door. That's confusing, why do they have to knock? The door isn't locked. I slowly opened the door and saw the devil himself in front of me. "What the heck are you doing here? Wrong bathroom!" I was about to close the door but his strong hand stopped it.

"This is the bathroom where the girl on her period is at, right?" He says sarcastically. He gave you a pad, staying silent. "I went out after you did. I got out of school to buy you this. Sorry for saying it out loud in class."

You stay quiet, getting the pad from his hand as you nod. "I'll be quick." A few minutes pass and you take longer than expected. You sat on the closed toilet seat and questioned his nice acts.

Yeah he is the worst person you've met but also the best. He may be attractive but his nice acts make him look more than what he looks like..

I get out of the bathroom, surprisingly but also not surprisingly, he wasn't there anymore.

I remembered the red stain on my skirt, leaning against the wall to hide it as I slowly walk sideways to the classroom. Someone poked my side from beside me, and I let out a yelp.

"Jeez! [Crush's Name] what the hell are you doing?!" He held a plastic bag with drinks and a cloth inside, I couldn't really tell what it was. He hands me the plastic bag he was holding and I took it hesistantly.

He's being way too nice today. "Why are you being sweet?" I blurted out. He stood there silently for a few seconds, making my hands sweat.

I look up at him, he really does look handsome, even more up close. He's always been a cruel person, but I could see that it was only towards me.. Does he have some type of grudge against me?

"[Crush's Name].." I start, my heart pouding. "Did I do something that made you dislike me...at one point?" I continued, looking up at him in embarrassment. There's no way I'm asking him stuff like this.

"No." He says, what an answer. "Then why do you always treat me like I did something bad to you then? Do you just hate me for no reason?"

I could tell that he was about to burst out, he started biting his lip roughly but after he sighed. "Well, fu— I'm.. I like you." He whispered the last part.

My heart dropped at his words. "W– Huh?" I blinked a few times, I could see that his cheeks were turning red from embarrassment.

"God, hurry up and stop talking. I bought you a new skirt, got some refreshing drinks too. Go change, we're late for detention!" He says while walking off, he didn't dare to turn back.

A small smile plastered on my face.

"What a gentleman."

#enemies to lovers #bully to lovers #genshin impact x reader #xo kitty x reader #crush x reader #crush x female reader #bully #school #lovers #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #mha x reader #scaramouche x reader #karma akabane x reader #bakugo x reader #min ho x reader #jax x reader #xiao x reader #aether x reader #ameijamsSPECIALS🫀

[theobsidianempress]

Being Neurodivergent in JJK

 OK let me explain a few things first I have ADHD officially diagnosed back in October. I have always wondered how my favorite characters would react to neurodivergent people in terms of like dating them.

Like in JJK I have three that I feel with probably do pretty well with the neurodivergent partner.

First on the list is Nanami Kento-

I feel like Nanami would probably deal with a neurodivergent partner with grace and patience, and actually become a safe space for you to unmask and be who you genuinely are. He would probably very likely be confused and concerned at some point in the process but then just learn that’s your neurodivergence and that’s just who they are.

Imagine this right-

You’re home alone, right? You’re bored and you have to read a book but you don’t want to read a book in silence and you don’t feel like going to find your headphones to listen to an audiobook. You decide to narrate a book to yourself. You decide to go way back to when you were a kid when your mom would read to you and she would do the voices and funny actions. Honestly, you don’t even realize you’re doing funny actions you’re just reading a book. you are so into this book you don’t hear Kento home.

He stands there by the front door. He’s hung up his jacket, taking off his shoes and he slowly walking towards you. Again- You are so into this book and this narration you got going on you don’t notice a fucking thing. So, finally you finish the chapter. You decide, “I’m done reading for the day.” You close the book put it down on the coffee table. Turn your head and you see him standing there with an amused smile on his face. You are also terrified. This man just saw you reading a book to yourself as if you were a toddler. Doing voices actions the whole 9 yards.

You stare at him as if he caught you stealing. (I mean you did steal his heart but that’s neither here nor there)

“That was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” He finally says.

Some how that DID NOT quell your embarrassment. It just made it worse. You are redder than red and hide your face behind a sofa pillow.

“Don’t say that!” You practically squeal into the pillow.

He comes over and sits next to you gently taking the pillow away. Your embarrassment has now morphed into shame.

“Oh sweetie, wipe that look off your face. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” God he was so sweet to you.

“You just walked in on me reading to myself like a toddler. I mean I could see if I was babysitting a kid…” You turn your head further away.

Kento takes off his sunglasses and sets them on the coffee table next to your book.

“Sweetie, if reading like that makes it more fun for you - then do it.”

Your brows snapped together and you slowly raise your head to look at him. Not once has anyone told you that kind of behavior is okay. All of your exes called you ‘childish’, ‘weird’ and ‘fucking crazy’. They constantly made fun of you for reading aloud to the point you stopped. But this man… this man right here, sitting next to you just affirmed and validated you. Something no one has done until now.

You stared at him blinking back tears.

“If you want an audience, I’ll be your audience. You can read like that to me any day.” He picked up the book from the table, “Though I am going to need a recap.” He takes a large hand wipes away your budding tears.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You ask nuzzling his hand.

Second is Toji -

So Toji could go one of two ways - he’s either completely OK with it or he isn’t.

It’s like this right- you forget he’s home. He’s just hanging out in another room playing video games or something. So forgetting he’s home you just start being weird. Singing random songs reciting random movie quotes. Dancing as if you have no rhythm. Just whatever your little neurodivergent brain wants at the moment. And then you turn around to see him staring at you very fucking confused.

“What the fuck was that just now?” He says confused and slightly amused.

“When the fuck did you get here?” You ask just as confused and slightly terrified that you’ve scared him off.

“I haven’t left. I’ve been playing video games.” He replies.

Now this is where it can go one of two ways:

1) “I see…” you nod your head, “Well now I’m gonna have to kill you because I can’t have you telling people about what you just saw. You know too much.” You say this with a serious look.

Toji stands there for a split second then just laughs, “Yeah, okay. I’d love to see you try, doll.” He strides over and gives ya a lil kiss.

You make a happy squeak before going back to whatever it was that you were doing.

“Sides, I don’t go around tellin people my business anyway. So, your weirdo secret is safe with me.”

2) “Nope.” He puts his hands up like he’s being held up, “I learned my lesson on stickin’ my dick in crazy. Nope.”

And he nopes out of the relationship faster than he came into it.

Gotta save the strongest for last Gojo Satoru-

I don’t care what the fuck anyone tells me you cannot tell me he does not have some form of ADHD. I don’t care what you say. This relationship would be so chaotic and so funny. Because I feel like he would also quote random movies and TV shows and you just join in and then if and when Yuji is around, he would also do the same thing and vice versa.

Imagine this right-

Y’all are at home making dinner together for the kids. They’re watching a movie upstairs so they hear none of this start.

You’re chopping carrots and they remind you of little legs…

“Run, run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me; I’m the gingerbread man!” You say mockingly as you continue to chop the carrots.

On cue, Satoru turns to you with dramatic flair, “You’re a monster!”

It just devolves from there. You two finally get to the part of the scene where Gingy goes, “Do you know the muffin man?”

“The muffin man!?” You ask dramatically.

But before Satoru can say the line the two of you hear from the hall way, “THE MUFFIN MAN!” In the shrillest voice.

It was Yuji who came down to see how dinner was going.

The three of you just stare at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. It takes like a good three minutes to recover and get back to making dinner but god was that funny.

Honestly,I wasn’t really expecting this to be my first real post but I just found it really funny I mean feel free to comment, re-blog and add whatever. Or hey tell me that my head cannon is stupid and none of this would actually fucking happen. Either way I just thought this was funny and needed to put it somewhere.

Also, please note I am sleep deprived. I got zero sleep last night. It’s also that time of the month for me ladies so with all of that being said, thank you so much for reading this if you read it. if you didn’t - have a good day.

Remember- you are loved, worthy, and valid.

#jjk #jjk headcanons #headcanon #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk nanami #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk crack #do you know the muffin man #jjk imagine #jujutsu #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

#bakuspeech #number one is a house bc obviously. if u can own a house wouldnt u #he was very drunk at that time of the evening. I was not bc I have the constitution of a hot air balloon and any stimulant will blow me up #(relatively new development. france fucked me up big time turns out) #we held hand on his bed for like the whole evening. it was honestly very funny in hindsight but we were extremely earnest in the moment #and Im like. working on this thing as well. I dont got meds or therapy lmao Im bootstrappin here #but yeah early last year his bf offered to get me meds and I... turned it down... I think I was worried abt like. idk. something #but one year past looking back Im fully like that was a stupid move you shouldve gotten meds. youve once again fucked urself baku #but yeah with that kinda realization Ive also come to realized I've somewhat? accepted. that I'm just gonna be. like this #this in light of a number of likely chronic stuff too (hence my balloon-like constitution lmao) and #that's kinda bled into the rest of me without me really noticing #but him bringing that up fully unprompted... kinda jolted me out of it #its just. really incredibly sweet. that someone doesn't want me to settle for what I make do with #and like. preps for that work. just kinda held my hand and told me it's possible to do this actually #I didn't really express how I felt very well in that moment I think my brain is very bad and I process emotions with like a day of delay #but. well. Im thinking abt it Right Now. so yknow thats the kind of impact that had on me lol #not super sure why I wrote all this down here really. I think I just want a good n nice reminder that object permanence is real #and I exist in my friends' life even when Im going insane in a hole by myself #and with the power of friendship we can alter the universe's plan for ourselves and also kill god #that's that. anyways I eat lunch now and then pass out probably. last night was... eventful lmao #but!! very good things on the horizon hopefully. well manifestly we hold hammers and we use them #have a good day lads. let's go out and slay monsters under a highway

[averlym]

"careful, or i'll quote that"

#adamandi #was going to be normal but then this scene popped into my head and played on loop and like #guys this scene just makes me Miserable. they're so friends now they're so happy and funny and then later in the show #she manipulates him and he tries to kill her and like. my god beatrix vincent friendship. omg. #im so. it kills me. i realise these arent the most accurate character styles but i Had to get it out. oh my god. literally the other day i #i was like ''oh haha im not going to directly draw scenes from the show im going to be Thinky and Extra'' but no actually sometimes the #the scenes from the show just hit. this line the delivery the Situations it kills me. im so hnnghghf about them #something also maybe about rewatching media knowing the whole plot and the extra Tragedy it all brings also. like to know the ending will #break your heart (but be also some sort of stunning catharsis) and to watch it all!!! again!!!! aaagh. #fun facts about the first time i watched adamandi proper after looking through the tumblrs and half-spoiling it for myself.. i went in with #the strangest assumptions of portia dies/ vincent makes a virus that kills the other nominees instead of actually stabby stabby and the #new invented biological thing would make him the winner a-la frankenstein style //. quincy cuts off his hand????? i am not sure where any #of these came from T-T but im glad i was wrong on literally every count. #miscellaneous brainrots from re-watching.. in the very very start i think vincent is wearing a mask in word to the wise?? like it was probs #a covid safety thing but it makes me go teehee for some reason. like the whole infectious thing was foreshadowed LMAO (approx 35 seconds in #also the balloons. and the admin. and the balloons. the way it's horrific and the balloons gently rain down #and you can see them bounce in the stunned silence. ooo that little detail. what a moment. #also at this point? i have been noticing the little inconsistencies in actions btwn shots but a) they're not seeable unless you're looking #Closely like i was for specific moments as references.. and b) it makes u think about the inconsistency of theatre as a medium and how nth #is ever delivered the same two ways which is really just !!!! to me. smth smth so so many ways to intepret characters and how everything is #always in flux every single cycle. theatre medium my beloved. #last side note from now: i am so abnormal about the marmorius society members who were phaethon nominees in their own right and instead #perished helping ambrose with HIS project. like. that is some sort of love there isn't it? like???? yes they're all bullies and awful but. #i've been reaching tag limit really quickly with all the recent posts. rambles i guess. so so many thoughts. well actual tags now i guess! #vincent aurelius lin #beatrix valeria campbell

[bangcakes]

.

#personal #lmao around this time last year i decided to give up on him n LMAO girl if only you knew #i should have just talked to him but djdjjdjdjd idk it felt weird. but he even like. complained one time that we didnt talk all summer #like LMAO..... bro its two ways. u could have messaged me too xjdjjdjdjdj #tho to be fair i think he did show up to a dinner but i wasnt there bc i had just had wisdom tooth surgery n was 1. blown up like a balloon #and 2. so high on pain meds i couldnt function JFJDJJDJDJDJDJ #n e way whatever jdjdjdjd im just laughing at myself bc how did this man become my closest friend from college Zhfnnddnnd #our relationship is so weird. not in a bad way but in an unexpected way #we sat beside each other an entire semester n never talked til the last day like thats so FUNNY IDK #i even said to him that time. bc we were talkin in the hallway n went to sit for the exam n sat in our regular spots of being one seat awa #y and i was like... you know its so funny that we sat beside each other all semester and only talked today #and he was like.... hahha yeah #i was gonna introduce myself but it felt so stupid JDJJDJDJD #i didnt even know his name LMAO #i had him narrowed down to 2 names. bc he was one of like 2 guys that Always showed up in another class' zoom #and LOL i was right. he WAS one of those 2 shjdjsjsj #n e way. then the next sem came n i didnt know whether to say hi to him or not bc we talked ONCE #and i was still wearing my mask at this point and so id try to smile at him with my eyes but never got a response HDNJDJD and so i got soooo #annoyed with him. and even more so bc i kept making friends with ppl and they KNEW HIM??? and i was like WHO IS THIS???? #then one time he came up to me n my friends before class n we just talked and i was like o lmao this annoyance im having??? its a big ole #crush BDNNDNDND #and in community college its hard to like. know ppls ages and that day i found out he was 2 years younger so i was like o ok 26 n 28 isnt #bad at all #but thinking back.... first things we exchanged that time was age and i think he was also trying to fish for whether i was single bc he was #talkin about this other guy havin a baby n a wife n i was like o wow !! i didnt know!! #jdjxjdjdjdk god when he found out my age he was like... oh i never would have guessed you were older. you look young ZFHJDJDJDJDJD #oh so you were Looking is that right HJXJXJXJZJZJ GOD LMAO #i look back on so many moments n im like oh duh... he must be interested #but for me its like. i will literally more easily believe literally any other theory so i thought he just liked one of my friends Zhjxjx #ya i dont think so anymorem but i thought that up until like mid january HDHXJJXJDDJJDJ

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

noo i do not haave attention deficit hyperactivity disorder i simply think the purposeful aiming of attention is a myth made up for i assume movies thats what people make up most things for like sex and being in love and i try to ride my galloping thoughts like im both the whipped horse and the cruel rider this is the nature of thoughts it's the human condition you simply try not to fall because if you fall your horse breaks its legs and stomps all over you until youre forced to commit a horse-human murder-suicide by shooting it in the head to relieve both its and your own suffering

#jooke #im not upset i was doing a really funny thing trying to get back to the tab with my writing on it #it was. i was having a moment looking down on myself like god and i was like. bestie. this is hysterical #i was like oh yes the purposeful aiming of attention is fake actually we float on the waves of it like a donut on the ocean #ive been upset about it like yesterday and the day before and lots of days bc i cant do things i wanna do but then #i just sit here smashing a HUNDRED brain buttosn at the same time and like all the bells are going off and all the lights like #my brain is an arcade and im like. this is just funny now #this is just. we're the ball in the flipperkast like this i sjust #anyway i remembered i can put on tardis ambiance sound so maybe now i will Focus #or like the french say Fuck Us

[wrecking]

gonna be an insane yearner in the tags i think

#d #all i rly wanna say is just like. fuck. men are so god damn gorgeous #like i'm sorry but they get to look like THAT and i'm 'yikes' for liking them...? #like i'm ngl i was watching smth earlier and just like #god everything i hated abt masculinity on myself is so appealing on others like #i hated facial hair but now i love guys with it #earlier i was kinda just thinking abt the like texture feel of it and i was just like going insane from anguish likeeee #and their voices... their hands... every little thing is just so perfect #like just. idk i'm lovestruck with them at the moment and i wanna touch them and i want them to touch me god damn it #<- feels like the riskiest thing i've ever said on here but like you know what. i'm right #i'm finally at that point in my transition where i feel comfortable enough with myself to let someone else know me in that way #and as such i am like rapidly remembering how lonely and touch starved i am and certain guys atm are just like. a safe haven atm #i guess like a reminder that men like them do exist. there Are still people this unimaginably beautiful out there #i genuinely have to just look away sometimes bc i'm just overwhelmed by them like. ugh #in short i am a mess what else is new #sorry for mask off yearning posting on main but idgaf anymore #i am going to bed now (5am) and i'm putting down my phone so i can't be embarrassed abt this post until i get up later 🫡 #maybe if i try hard enough i can force a simulacrum of intimacy into my dreams. as a substitute for the real thing #(it probably won't work but i gotta try y'know)

[rose-ramblings]

Hey y’all, GoldictheHedgefox here, and welcome to my Dragon Ball side blog! This is where I’ll dump everything Dragon Ball-related so that it doesn’t get buried under the mountain of reblogs on my main. I’ll update this post with the main tags of the blog when there’s more content to sort them with, but until then, enjoy the shenanigans!

Edit 1: #goldic’s drawings is the first and main tag you’ll see on this blog as it’ll mostly be brainrot doodles (and I don’t have enough of anything else going on to update this post further at the moment, but there will be EVENTUALLY)

#The Pinned Pom of Power #I used the legacy editor to make this post cuz I can't stand how the tags are typed on the updated editor right now #they go down instead of to the right like normal and it's throwing me off #makes it really hard to type the tags #cuz I can't tell where any of the fucking spaces are!! #post editor aside; HI I HAVE TREMENDOUS BRAINROT #Ask Box is to the north if you wanna ask me Dragon Ball-related questions #my goals here are drawing art and making actual posts instead of reblogging 7 things a day from random subjects #non-dragon ball art will stay on my main blog though #god i haven't made a side blog in years and the ones I did have got eviscerated by me not wanting to look at them anymore #hmmm if I can get myself into some kind of routine with this blog I could probably do other side blogs on top of this one #but that's neither here nor there at the moment

[fingertipsmp3]

Like, moving to a big city in September 2020 only to be locked in a house with 4 strangers and basically never see the light of day for nine months was 1) a terrible experience overall and 2) not a bad setup for a horror series of some sort, but also I am nostalgic for a few things from that time

#one of them obviously being minnie. i miss her every day and i hope she’s having a good time wherever she is now #i’m absolutely certain she’s found a different gang of hapless grad students to sit on and beg for tuna from. it’s what she excels at #second; smoking 🍃 on the front porch with my flatmates. or smoking out the attic window. honestly a quintessential grad school experience #third; the food. oh my god the food. the time i ordered bao buns and then got so high i forgot i ordered bao buns and then i remembered #my bao buns. i was so happy. i have never felt such a rush of love for any being as i did for myself in that moment #and the food was transcendent #fourth; grocery shopping was so good because the prices hadn’t gone up insanely yet and there was never anyone in the shop #fifth; movie nights with my flatmates. and watching random crap like classic who wants to be a millionaire and columbo and stuff #usually none of us were sober and one of us would order burgers #sixth; watching the across the street neighbours. there was this house of seven undergrads across from us; all lads; and they used to do #the weirdest shit. one time i spent a full ten minutes watching one of them take out the garbage and narrating everything he was doing #‘and here he is with more bottles… bottles again… jesus fucking christ how did they drink this much… rip to their liver… pizza boxes! #hey good for them for washing it down with something. ooh five black bin bags. intriguing’ but i swear to god it took Ages for him to take #it all out. i was like ‘i know there’s seven of them but how did they produce this much’ #another time the one who had an afro despite being white and the one who was somewhat good looking had a dance party in their living room #while only wearing boxers. i was like ‘do they know we can see them?’ and the others were like ‘idk’ lol #idk where this is going. i was just thinking about it just now. i wouldn’t do all of that again honestly but i miss certain moments #and i hope everyone from that time who i’ve lost touch with is well. apart from sb. he can fuck off #personal

[sammygender]

i’m sorry i have psychological problems because thinking too hard about tris and four from hit shit YA trilogy divergent still makes me want to sob. even tho i haven’t thought about them in like five years

#suddenly want to cry not at them but at twelve year old me #God. jesus christ. jesus fucking christ #we change and we grow up. & stuff we held most dearly in our arms becomes a subject of mockery! #but we still have a little soft spot for it deep down because we remember who we were when we liked it #& i remember who i was when the biggest part of my identity was being a divergent fan. giggling whenever someone said the number four. #obsessed with dauntless because i wanted so badly to be brave and strong and able to protect myself. the way i still do now! #the way i always will #i was so little i had so much hope :( before anything shit had happened to me yet. or actually not really not at all. but before i’d #processed most of the shit that had already happened. #i can’t believe i was real back then. when i look at kids from that age now it’s scary they seem so little and so not real but i was so #real. i felt so much. i sorta wanted to kill myself aged 11 & i really almost did aged 13 #but i was still always so full of hope. i thought i’d get older and get a romance like tris and fours. one that leaves you dead but still #ultimately loved. important. and i thought i’d be brave; excited; jumping from trains and off roofs. i always told myself i’d be the first #to jump. #i think i would; think i was right #the little version of me that had discovered for the first time that he was brave. #i’m the friend who makes the other friends do stupid shit. i like that about me. on buses i see tattoo parlours and jump and go WE SHOULD #ALL GO GET ANOTHER PIERCING! and then we do. a lot of my life is based on random moments of impulsivity. that’s really nice. #but i used to lose myself in other people’s writing; now it’s always my own. that feels so easy #just to consume. to give nothing back. feels so freeing #& i used to be free; no academic pressures or worries. the way i’d kill for that again. #oliver talks

[magnoliamyrrh]

.

#i really fucking hate how hard i was dissociating in class #and it happened before too when i wasnt on these meds yet #i wasn't even high. #i rly hate having to acknowledge that im like this. over and over again. that this is a reality #. and i hate having to acknowledge that im disabled in public #like im in pain in public. or occasionally limping. or needing to sit down. or looking half dead. or god worst of all being visibility #mentally ill that one makes me wanna dig myself into the dirt and never come out #i hate that im not all there. that i cant be no matter how hard i try. and then im in the middle of fucking class like #who am i? #im so used to it but its still so much to put up with all the goddd damn time and all the time having to pretend that im ok or sane or #remotely funcitoning and not lowkey having a flashback in the middle of fucking class for unknown reasons. while this brain works overtime #to mask it take it to the inner and shove someone else in the front #......... god this is why ive actually kinda enjoyed my self imposed period of solitude #and even so when my parents are sround i still have to do thst almost 24/7 #like i just wanna be insane in peace fjkdd left in my own soup as we say in romanian.... it takes too much effort to mask with strangers #... idk it makes it hard too when i meet people in person sometimes? because the moment the conversation gets past casual its like... #i want to answer your questions. i do not want to lie. but i also dont particularly want to tell the truth... tho i am not fond of telling #half truths either #... this is why over the years ive prefered 2 places to meet people 1)tumblr 2)psych ward lmaoo but fr. its the same vibe #because in a ward people are at their realest. no bullshit. all vulnerability. some of the realest most genuine impactful connections ive #made w ppl have been in wards.... and. tumblr is the one place outside or wards lmao. or my own brain. where im..... where i dont mask #where i dont put an effort to mask #... so when ppl start talking to me on here (even tho im at times bad at replying sorry idk why its so hard for me i need to work on it) #its like. well. you already have likely known for months or years that im fucking insane so 🤷‍♀️ #.......... i didnt used to be this anxious. and to be honest im not quite sure i seem anxious either because i have been told too often i #seem confident? charasmatic? self assured? bitch fucking where i feel like slippery cold noodles inside from anxiety #.... its partially that im not used to being around so many ppl anymore. its partially the more severe trust issues ive developed again as #of late... but at the same time probability my general fedupness thsts been brewing for 12 years with a lotta the culture here isnt helping #either... but... I also think ive just.... ive become incredibly incredibly frustrated with my mental and physical illnesses lately.. very #and their(my) limitations which i hate acknowledging. and all this fucking shame i got too over it. when i accepted it myself i did no care