#not adding the misspelled tags this time Just To See

[honeylikewords]

together. (jack russell)

jack and his wife celebrate the gathering of friends and family. (pregnancy arc!)

(warnings: food, mentions of meat, mentions of the very real likelihood of pregnancy :>, jack being surprisingly flirty and physically affectionate at a family gathering. just a really short fluff piece! word count: 2.2k)

(for context, the idea for this fic is that Jack owns a cabin in the woods and has invited his monster friends and family out for a feast!)

Jack prods a large rack of ribs with a thermometer, expertly needling the meat between the bones and checking the temperature in one swift motion. Noting the number flashing on the small screen, he turns a knob down on the grill and shuts the lid over the meat, trapping the heat and smoke within. As he turns around, he beams at his wife, hands in the front pockets of his bright green apron emblazoned with the words “SMOKIN’ HOT GRILLMASTER” in flaming font.

“Should be ready in, eh, twenty minutes?”

“Oh, good, then we’re on schedule.”

His wife reaches past his hands into one of the pockets and pulls out a printed sheet that had been folded into a tiny square so many times that the paper had gone soft, then flicks it open. Scanning down the list of main courses, she eyes the side dishes, baked goods and desserts, each listed with an appropriate prep time and step taken. Scheduling had been a pain, but it was a necessary task; trying to coordinate feeding this many people in a timely manner was no small feat.

Inside the cabin, a timer goes off, and Jack perks his ears, head tilting slightly in the direction the sound came from. His nose lifts and he inhales, a smile spreading across his face, and he puts his hands on his wife’s hips, swaying her playfully.

“I cannot believe how good that stuffing smells, cielito,” he grins, squeezing her hips for emphasis. “You’re such a good cook. The best, probably, in the entire world.”

“Hope it tastes half as good as it smells,” she shrugs, trying to humble herself in the face of Jack’s effusive glee, but he merely giggles and presses his nose to hers, shaking his head.

“It’s going to be perfect; it already is! I can smell it!”

He’s been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed all day, for some reason, all-too-happy to fetch things for her and run kitchen errands and clean up the myriad dishes left in the wake of their work. He’s been hovering as well, even as the guests began trickling through the trees and bushes; Jack would sense them coming, whether by smell, sight, or sound and watch excitedly for their arrival, then tug her away from whatever she was doing to greet them, insisting on both of them being side by side.

The number of hands, paws, tentacles and claws she’d shaken today as Jack animatedly introduced her to his friends, new, old, and in-between, was a blur, and as the cabin’s grounds began to fill with familiar and unfamiliar faces, Jack’s elation only grew. Now, with his hand pulling softly at the small of her back and the guests milling freely across the land the cabin sits on, he guides her, beaming, back into the kitchen to pull out the three trays of stuffing from the oven.

They sit, cooling, on the counter as Jack opens the lid on a massive pot of mashed potatoes and gives it an experimental swirl with a spoon, lifting some out and blowing on it before offering it to his wife; he holds the spoon gingerly to her lips and smiles that crooked, nose-wrinkling smile when she goes in for the bite.

“That was cute,” he remarks.

“What was?,” she mumbles around a mouthful of potatoes; she’s a little unhappy with the flavor and going to melt in another knob of butter and snip in a few more chives. 

As she goes to grab the chives and kitchen scissors, Jack leans back against the counter and plucks a nugget of stuffing from the tray, still steaming, and pops it in his mouth, cleaning his fingers with his tongue. She should scold him for eating too-hot food, or eating with his fingers, or something else, but she gets distracted by the sight (his tongue’s dexterity is quite noticeable and he’s smiling a bit too wryly for it to have been an accident), and has to blink away the fog left by it.

“Your face,” Jack clarifies, still chewing. “You made this little “ah” face. ‘S very cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re just very, very cute,” he continues. 

He pushes off the counter and comes to close the gap between them, pressing his chest to her back as she cuts the chives over the pot with the scissors and tosses in a stray lump of butter left behind by some other recipe. His hands gravitate low, to the softest part of her tummy, and he rubs a slow circle there, fingers knitting into the strings of her apron.

“You’re in such a mood today,” she teases, stirring the potatoes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he says as he pushes his nose into the shell of her ear, kissing the lobe and squeezing her in his arms. His hands stay on her belly, and she reaches down to pat him, then pinches the back of his wrist playfully. 

“Well, as much as I love it, Puppy, you’re about to get burned on the stove--”

Instead of pulling off, Jack tugs her back from the cooktop and into his arms, burrowing his face into her shoulder and holding her still, fingers splayed over her tummy. She lets her arms rest atop his and leans back, sighing; it does, admittedly, feel very nice for the two of them to take a break from the hubbub and just enjoy each other, even if they haven’t been apart for more than a few minutes at a time.

“I’m just happy,” he mumbles. His lips brush against her neck and his words tickle her skin, making her shiver and squirm happily in his arms, which only pushes him to double down on the tightness of his embrace.

“I’m glad,” she responds, but he shakes his head, nestling deeper still.

“You don’t understand,” he continues. “You’re… we’re… I’m just so, I mean-- es eufórico, es maravilloso! Es… I just…”

His voice fades and he holds her flush against himself; outside, she can hear a game of touch football between the other monsters resolving into a dogpile, but the sound is a diminished half-note compared to the present, forward reality of Jack’s breathing against her skin, his hair brushing against hers, his arms corded around her waist. 

He draws in a breath and continues.

“I get to have a whole family. You, and me, and…”

Jack’s wide, fever-warm hand is splayed against her belly, and she looks down at it as he traces one finger over the bump of the knot in her apron ties, which rests above her navel. He presses in softly; not enough to feel pushed on, but a light, tender application of pressure that reassures her of his intent, and of his warmth. 

She turns in his hold, placing her fingertips on his slightly stubbled chin, and the touch guides his head up to meet her gaze. His eyes glow half-hazel in the golden light of the kitchen, and they flicker over her face searchingly, hoping for something from her. She grants him a smile, one that crinkles her eyes and makes him instinctively smile back as his hand twitches; when she kisses him, his hand strokes against her like a kiss to her tummy, too.

They can let some of this food sit a few minutes longer.

Jack stands on one of the picnic tables in the clearing, puts his middle finger and thumb to his lips, and lets out an almighty wolf whistle that rips through the trees. Dozens of heads snap to attention and Jack waves his arms over his head, summoning the clutter of monsters towards the tables laden with food (and some laden with things a human might not consider edible, but that many of the guests were sure to appreciate). 

As they begin to trickle in-- away from activities like rag-tag sports, card games, and gaggling near screens playing the national parades-- Jack remains on the table, bending down briefly to lift a full champagne flute up and tap its lip with a fork. The tinkling chime rings over the crowd and, once again, his friends focus their attention on him, now encircling the table he is atop.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” he begins, smiling in that broad, effervescent way he does when addressing a group. 

She watches him from the other end of the table, seated at the head with an empty chair beside her reserved for him. In the setting light of the sun, the greys in Jack’s hair shine gold and what remains of the brown comes to life with fiery red hues, the beams tracing against his cheekbones and jaw and drawing soft shadows. His slightly more full upper lip curls over his crooked tooth as he casts her a quick glance and widens his smile, somehow, further still. 

He’s shed his apron and put back on his fineries for the night: a dark green pair of trousers and his second-favorite black button-up, the sleeves rolled into place and the collar opened. His leather shoes reflect sparks of the sunset back across the table as he shifts his posture, weight coming to rest on his back foot. He knows how to captivate attention, somehow: it comes naturally to him, a sort of inherent magnetism that is uniquely Jack’s. 

When he addresses them, he fixes his eyes on various members of the crowd, shifting attention to organically and individually speak to an entire group; she wonders how he ever manages to become shy when he’s this beguiling. 

“I am overjoyed to be here, today, with all of you,” Jack continues, his glass held delicately as he turns to look at the breadth of his party. “Not only with those of you who are like me, but especially those of you who are different,  each and all of us siblings to one another in this world.”

The crowd rumbles in agreement-- somewhere, she can hear Ted’s instantly recognizable grunting-- and Jack nods, extending his glass out to gesture at the people before him. 

In the mass she can see others she knows to be wolves, a pair of minotaurs, ghouls and a few members of the undead; pointed ears give away some of the docile vampires, whereas other loved ones defy singular description as any one creature, more aptly seen as amalgams or chimeras. She sees the bright eyes of night-stalkers and the sloped shoulders of mountain-apes, and each face, though distinct, seems lit with a unifying ardor: they are home, among one another.

“On days like these, it is good to remember that none of us, no matter how unusual our circumstances, are alone: that through our trials, we find one another, and that we are here to love each other, even when the world seeks to convince us that we are unwanted. But, together, we are wanted,” Jack states.

“Together, we are loved.” 

He raises his glass high and grins. When he moves his hand, his wedding band burns bright in the last rays of the day.

“Together, we become family! Salud!”

He tips back the shimmering drink and others in the throng follow suit, cheering and drawing in sips of their beverages in celebration. Now finished with his address, Jack finally descends from the table and makes his way through the crowd, tossing his arm around friends’ shoulders or patting their faces, waving and laughing at his beloved family.

She loves to see him like this-- surrounded by those he loves, Jack becomes even more himself, fit to burst with all the joy he seeks to share-- and as he approaches, he turns his gaze to her, again, and her love multiplies.

He looks at her like she, herself, hangs the stars and the moon in the sky each night, like she’s every present that has ever been under the tree, as if she’s come home from a thousand years apart. Jack’s illuminating, radiant happiness is utterly compelling, and impossible to resist in its infectiousness; she finds herself beaming back in equal measure as he finally is able to pass through the crowd to near her.

Jack comes to sit by her side and places excited kiss after kiss against the side of her face, peppering them along her cheekbones and the tip of her nose as she shrinks into his shoulder. He tuts something about not being shy and tries to coax her out, but she obstinately hides herself in the warm haven of his neck and shoulder, both abashed at the idea of being so amorous in front of his family and divinely desirous of the closeness and comfort she has achieved in his hold. There’s a faint chill in the air as the night descends, and he’s blissfully warm; why would she ever leave?

“Alright then,” he teases, pinching her side and tugging her chair as close as possible to his own to throw his arm around her shoulder, “We’ll eat like this. I’ll get the fork and put it into that little cavern for you. Hm?”

“Works for me, Puppy,” she replies. 

“But, amorcita, please,” he implores, “If you don’t come out, who is Alan going to tell that awful story about the time he got trapped in a castle well for a week?”

Someone halfway down the table yells at Jack that it’s “hardly an awful story” and that it was “only a few days”, but the feeling of Jack’s shoulders bouncing with his laughter and the sound of it rippling through her ears is enough to make her want to pull free and see his elated face herself. 

Today was about their family, after all, she reminded herself, and she’d like to look at the father of her child.

links to previous fics in this series:

cubs.

familia.

penumbra.

bedrest.

thank you for reading! this was a short one but i wanted to get it out in time for the Dread Holiday; it was all written in ~3 hours, in one night, so if you see any errors... well, that’s why!

anyway, comments and replies are always appreciated, and give me immense motivation to continue these stories! feel free to let me know what you thought and what you’d like to see next!

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #marvel #jack russell #jack russell x reader #not adding the misspelled tags this time Just To See #anyway i hope you guys like it!! this one is Very short compared to my usual standards but i had to write it in one sitting because #ive been siiiiiick and i wanted to get it out before the BLASTED DAY so. here it is!!! #yes im posting this at 3 am yes ill reblog multiple times tomorrow it is what it is!!!!

[chxrrylime]

Soap and Bottom M reader fucking in bunny outfits as Soap’s Easter gift (it’s funny because of the joke about rabbits constantly “multiplying” 🐰🐇

Fuck yes. I made the reader trans for more of that breeding authenticity, and also to keep the bunny plug in. Also I didn't misspell kids—kits are baby rabbits. Happy fuckin' Easter! Jesus wept...

Soap x FTM!Reader ↪ 608 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — trans male submissive reader, cis male dominant Soap, fem terms used for trans male reader (in dialogue, but not description), piv sex, unsafe sex, begging, mild feminization, butt plugs, breeding kink, implied/referenced pregnancy, light degradation, implied/referenced public sex, pet play, and a bit of cockwarming.

Soap knows how to move his hips.

He’s fucking into you hard and fast, goddamn gyrating almost, as he plows you. He groans at how your wet hole squelches around the wide girth of his cock, one hand on your hip to rock you back and forth with his movements, the other teasing at the bunny tail butt plug you’re wearing.

You keen as he presses on the plug, wiggling it, and he curses under his breath at how hard you clench around him.

“Can’t believe you fuckin’ wore it,” he groans, body splaying out over your back, thrusts becoming stilted humps as he messily mouths at your shoulder, sucking bruises into the flushed skin.

You arch your neck, trying to lean back to capture his lips. He kisses you open-mouthed and saliva slick, more tongue than anything else, your bunny ears bouncing on your head and making him grin as he grinds hard into you, the ridge of his cock perfectly rubbing against your sweet spot as you moan and squirm.

“Wanted to bend you over in the bar, pet,” he says, spitting out the last word somewhere stuck between degradation and adoration. It makes your head spin. “Wanted to show everyone who the cute little bunny belongs to—Christ, bend you over and breed you in front of everyone. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You cry out, nodding, rocking back against his hips desperately.

“God, Soap—fuck, please, please, wan’ it!”

You can feel his sharp grin against the side of your neck before he straightens back up, the hand that’d been teasing at the plug sliding up your spine and grabbing the back of your neck. He pushes hard, forcing you down—making you present.

“There we go,” he coos, “that’s a good rabbit. Right where you belong. Head down, arse up, huh?”

You moan, nodding dumbly as he resumes his brutal pace, the smack of his hips turning your ass and thighs red, his balls slapping against you adding to the stimulation.

He alternates between fast, harsh thrusts and slow, gyrating grinding, making you keen and claw at the sheets, desperately trying to rock back against him, his strong hand on your hip holding you in place.

“Fuckin’ Christ, pet, cunt’s so damn tight. Really want me to knock you up, huh? Fill this pretty pussy—?” He groans, his movements becoming more sloppy, stilted, “c’mon, wanna hear you say it.”

“Johnny—” you whine, drooling, so fucked out, “oh god, please, wan’ you to cum in me—w-want your kits.”

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, arms moving to wrap around your chest, pulling you up as he fucks up into you a few final times. You can feel his cock pulse within your walls, hot spurts of cum filling your already overheated hole. 

He groans and growls throughout, messily licking and nipping at your shoulder and neck as he rides out his orgasm, his hand coming down to play with that little bud of nerves, stroking it quick and rough—you were already so close just from his cock, it only takes a moment for that overwhelming wave of pleasure to rock through your body, making you see white as you arch and spasm against his strong hold, head lulling against his shoulder as you finally go limp. 

He nuzzles against you, stubble rubbing rough against your skin as he coos and whispers praise, his big hand splayed out against your tummy and rubbing gently like it would ever actually take.

He maneuvers the both of you to lay down, spooning you, careful to keep his softening cock within your wall as you slowly start to drift in his warm embrace.

#yes i know i didnt put soap in a bunny costume #if it was dom reader he'd hop on that dick though #like a good little bunny #smut #mine #soap x reader #soap x male reader #modern warfare #modern warefare 2

[my-lungs-hurt]

• The Need For You •

Nsfw, AFAB Reader with she/her pronouns, König established relationship, Cheating (which I don't condone), Praising, Degradation, Dom!Simon, Sub!reader, no use of Y/N. Idk if I misspelled anything or missed tags, but here we are. Enjoy! <3

Ps. It's prob bad, but I had fun writing it

König is still overseas. He hates it you're all alone in the apartment. It's only been a week since his deployment, but he always worries about you.

Thirsty, you begin to boil the kettle, waiting until it whisles. Before it does, three knocks echo from your door. You weren't expecting company, but you open it, only to find Simon standing there with a duffel bag.

He crinkled his eyes—his way to smile with his black surgical mask—and you move out of the way so he can come in. "I didn't expect to see you here." You call behind you, taking the now screeching pot off the burner.

"König wanted me here as soon as possible." He replied, looking around the place. He looked a bit quizzical before he spotted the 'guest' plaque hanging on the door.

He made himself at home while you poured two cups of steaming peach tea. He didn't say much when he came back out, but under the remainder of his raccoon paint, he looked tired as hell.

"You don't have to be out here with me. I can watch TV while you sleep." You slide his cup over to him, along with sugar and milk. He added the ingredients in, thinking for a moment, before shaking his head no.

"Okay, but you don't get to complain about what we watch." You smiled kindly, as you made your way to the living room couches. Browsing the channels, you settled on Bones, a crime-solving show.

It wasn't long before Simon noticed two things. The first, your behavior. Bundled up with a thick blanket on your lap, secluded in the corner, your hand holding your head up.

The second, was the state of the apartment. It wasn't hard to notice the takeout containers in the trash you haven't thrown out yet or the dishes you haven't done. You knew Simon took heed of it, but you didn't pay attention to him.

He knew König liked to live tidily. Being in the military, you learn that living any different is uncomfortable, for lack of a better word.

A phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence you shared. Simon reached in his pocket, pulling out his burner. He answered, excusing himself to gain privacy.

His conversation lasted way longer than he expected. By the time he walked back to the couch, you were asleep, your arm holding your head up.

Simon carefully sat next to you, not wanting to wake up, but he didn't expect you to snuggle up next to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you are drawn to the human heaters of the 141.

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You wake up in the arms of Simon, the full moon lighting the dim room. The oven's clock read 2:13 in the morning, and some random show playing quietly on the flat screen.

Simon's arms are wrapped around you tightly, reassuringly. He looked so peaceful, aside from the smudged black paint that now looks like a bandit mask.

You stare at him while he sleeps, one of the only times he looks at peace. "Staring is rude." His gruff voice cutting through the night.

"I'm not staring." Your voice whispers.

"What is it then, hmm?" He sounds amused.

"Just..stargazing," You reply.

"Stargazing?" He looks at you, his head raised up from resting on the arm rest.

"Yeah." You feel the blood rush to your face, the red in your cheeks hidden by the night.

"Is that so?" You feel his hand caress your jaw. It's warm, and calloused.

Simon's phone rings again. He didn't look at the caller's ID before answering. "Hi König." he answered, swiping his thumb over your cheek. "How are you?" He asked.

After a moment, he replies, "Yeah, she's right here." And hands you the phone.

"Hey König," You greet, sitting up from the couch.

"Hi, Maus. How have you been?" He asked, voice full of care.

"I miss you. Simon is great company, though." You smile at the phone, wishing he was with you. Simon reaches behind him, clicking the lamp on, illuminating the space.

"I know, Maus. I'll be home before you know it." He tries to comfort.

"You don't know how much I missed your voice." You can't help but let your mind wander, letting your legs cross at the thought of König between them. This doesn't go unnoticed by Simon.

"Horny are we?" Simon asks, loud for even König to hear. You feel his hand graze your thigh. He doesn't try to be subtle about any of it.

"Can you put me on speaker, meine Liebe?" König asked.

"You're on speaker." You announce, shifting around in your seat.

"Are you thinking what I am?" König asks Simon.

"I think so, mate." His voice firm.

"How needy is she acting?" Hearing that makes your face turn red.

"Very." Simon simply said.

"Are you horny, Maus?" König directs his question to you, his voice low.

"..yes." You answer, a bit embarrassed at his abruptness.

"Do you want us to fuck you?" Simon asks for König.

"Us?" You draw your eyebrows together in confusion. The statement in general throws you for a loop.

"It's simple sweetheart. I fuck you, and König tells me what to do." Simon smirks, as he sets the phone on the coffee table.

"What do you say? Or can you wait a couple more weeks until I'm home?" You look between Simon and the phone, thinking about it before nodding your head yes.

"Use your words." Simon mutters.

"Yes. I want to." You give consent, looking at Simon's heterochromia eyes— a starry blue in his left eye and hazelnut brown in his right.

"That's my girl." König praised. "She likes to be praised, just f.y.i." A fun little fact by König, for the people of the crowd.

"Lay down f'me." Simon demands as his hand meets your waist. He kisses you softly and slowly, like he isn't sure about it. But soon, his sweet kisses fill the air, and Simon's hand runs along your soft skin.

You break the kiss, moving your head to the side as Ghost starts to kiss along your shoulders and neck. His lips—oh, his lips felt like grace against your skin. His gentle kisses trailing along your jaw.

He pulled you closer by your waist, so you were flush against him. As his hand moved along the kisses he left, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. His thumb running along your bottom lip while his eyes bore into yours.

You tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Take it off." You unbuttoned one or two buttons of your own shirt, just enough to slip it over your head. Your shirt and his laid in a small pile on the floor. Your nails dragged down his torso while you drank in every inch of his physique.

The way you react makes him weak, though he wouldn't show it. "You're so pretty, just for me." Your praise clashes with Simon's demeaning front.

They way his body flexed and reacted to your touch drove you wild. He looked like a Greek sculpture, carved from marble. Like he was made in the image of Farnese Hercules, by Glycon of Athens.

Your hands traced the scars across his body. All his scars, even the ones dotted across his face, made such a beautiful constellation. And his crooked aquiline nose—broken more times than written in his file—a waxing cresent to fill your night sky.

"She loves to be teased." König's voice sing-songs, adding to the ever-growing tension with the Lieutenant.

Simon never breaks eye contact. Following the ethereal contour of your body, he savors all of you. He admires you, he can't get enough.

His fingers hook over your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts off. Every inch of you waits for a simple touch. As much as he loves to kiss your neck, he kisses your calves. Stalling before going up to your knees and thighs. He could kiss every square inch of you without ever growing tired.

He kisses your inner thigh, leaving a hickey or two in its place before moving to the other leg. You whine at his antics, arching your back for Simon. It's too bad he enjoys the teasing more.

"Not so fast, lovie." Simon purrs. His hands holding your hips to the couch.

"Please, Si.." You plead.

"Please? I didn't even start and your begging for me already?" His hand finds the lace hem of your lingerie, teasing your skin beneath it, knowing you wouldn't do a thing about it.

Simon grasps the fabric, pulling it off even slower than he did with the shorts. You squirmed against him, steadily growing more impatient.

You softly buck your hips toward him, trying to get something, "Not so quick, love." He purred to me, but subsequently earning a not-so-quiet response from König, too.

"Please, get on with it." König all but growled from the phone, making Simon roll his eyes in response before turning his attention back to you. He pulled them completely off, tossing them toward the rest of your wardrobe.

"You heard the man." Simon slyly smirked, ducking his head down between your thighs. He kisses your inner thighs, closer and closer to where your vulva was, already wet with arousal.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning against you, patiently waiting for König to tell him what to do. "Eat her out." Was all König said before Simon's tongue flattened against you.

If someone told you this would be happening, you would laugh at them. You had a little crush on the man when you first met, and apparently he did too. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, making you focus on every single inch Simon's hot tongue made contact with.

He licked one big stripe from your enterence to your clit, flicking his tongue upwards to catch the clit again. His tongue danced across you, music to his ears.

"Finger sie." König sounded out-of-breath, regardless, Simon teased you again before stretching you out with his fingers.

You could have mistaken this man for a prisoner. He was eating you out like it's his last meal. Your soft moans and whimpers are fueled by his skilled tongue and hand. Just slightly quieter, you begin to hear König breathe harder, shallower as groans slipped from his mouth.

The more Simon kissed, the more pleasure you felt. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't hard to tell you were close, the way you became the little slut you were. Your moans getting whinier by the second, the way your back arched for more friction.

"Hold out for me, yeah?" Simon mutters, his pace still unforgiving.

You groan in frustration, knowing by experience how ruthless König can be. "Simon, please?" You beg to him, but Simon doesn't acknowledge you.

"Such a good girl." König praises after his silence. His praise go straight to your head, and it really doesn't help your control.

"What are you begging for, Hase?" You hear the message he tries to convey behind is cunning smile.

"Please let me cum, Lieutenant." Your voice, pleading, finding some semblance of strength.

"Cum for me, baby." Such a simple sentence has the ability to hold so much power over you. "-not you though, König." He added, staring the phone down in hopes he got his attention.

"What-" König sounded suprised.

"Did I stutter?" He waited until König answered no, which he did almost immediately.

He watched as you came down from your high, massaging your thighs gently. "She likes to-" König was cut off by Simon.

"Praise her? I will praise her when she fucking deserves it." Simon hung up on König, a flash of anger crosses his eyes.

"Get on your stomach or I'll do it for you." He didn't leave much of a choice, but being manhandled was a strong contester.

When you do, Simon doesn't waste any time pulling his grey joggers off. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you." He growls while grabbing a pillow to put under your hips.

"Simon.." You whimpered.

"Why are you with him? I'm so much better than König. I'm faster than him, I'm stronger, endurant." He rambled. You felt his hands rub your hips and waist.

You felt the head of his cock rub up and down your cunt before he slowly putting it in. He went slow, allowing you to adjust before he started to move. You heard him groan, his hands pulling your hips back to meet his.

He started slowly, but it wasn't long before he couldn't wait any longer. "You seem jealous." You smile, dropping from your hands down to your elbows.

Simon didn't speak, but his actions were screaming. What's louder? His hand threading through your hair, pulling you towards him? Or calling you a good girl, for taking him so well?

#simon riley x reader #mw2 #colonel könig #simon ghost riley #simon riley #relationship #König #call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 x reader #könig x reader #konig mwii #call of duty mwii

[gyoobies]

Cinema

Pairing: SVT Member x Fem Reader ( member is revealed in the story)

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up! before you tap it up!), rough sex, dom behavior, public sex, pet names (darling, lovely, good girl), cum eating, spanking, choking.

Summary:  A night at the movies leads to a scene of your own. Your 2nd of 6 dates your boyfriends have planned, who is it with this time?. 👈 Again this is all you can have. Sorry, it’s supposed to be a bit of a guess who. (member is revealed a few paragraphs in unless you read the tags ya cheater.)

If you happen upon any misspellings....don’t ✌🏾 Not me just realizing I can change the color of the emoji 🤦🏾‍♀️ now I gotta go back and change all my damn emojis.

As always this is just 1 piece of a Poly universe that lives in my head.

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   You sat admiring the manicured hands of the handsome spa attendant finishing up your pedicure, the last of the services in the package that your boyfriend had arranged as the first part of your date. You pondered who today's date was planned by, your instinct said it could be Seungcheol. All your boyfriends were sweet and thoughtful but there were two that had a tendency to over pamper you and since you had already had your date with Mingyu, your other guess was Seungcheol. 

You shot a quick message to the aptly named "Boyfriends" group chat.

"I don't know which one of you booked the eye candy as my spa attendant, but I'm  grateful."  You smirked to yourself knowing the messages would be nonstop the minute they opened yours, but you needed a little entertainment while your toes dried.

"What?!"

"HEY! I'm the only eye candy you need."

"Are you trying to get in trouble?"

"Pics or it didn't happen."

"You really just told us you're eyeing your masseur!"

"Masseur?! He touched you?"

"Whoever arranged this date you're going to be in trouble with her!"

After some much needed spa time and a little virtual anarchy you felt refreshed and excited for your date in a couple hours.

You were surprised to see a bag with a card attached sitting on your kitchen island when you arrived home. The card read, 

"Hello lovely, did you enjoy your spa day? I hope you don't mind that I picked out an outfit for you. I saw it in the store and imagined you in it, I can't wait to see the real thing."

With a smile plastered on your face, you hurried into the shower thinking about your date tonight. By the time you finished getting dressed you had added Wonwoo as your possible date. Seungcheol liked to baby you, so picking out an outfit as cutesy as this seemed like something he'd do, and although Wonwoo seemed like an unlikely candidate at first, you changed your mind after thinking about how he often would silently suggest accessories when you couldn't decide. He always looked so proud of himself when you'd go with his choice.

You shivered a bit as the crisp evening winds of fall chilled the exposed skin of your thighs as you approached your destination. You looked great in this skirt for sure, the slightly dropped waist just before the flare of pleats accentuated your curves, the long sleeved, mock turtleneck accompanied by a bomber jacket & cute beret with a heart embroidered on the front right side was your favorite, but the matching thigh-high socks left a little to be desired as far as warmth was concerned. You were pleasantly surprised as you reached the entrance to a movie theater to see who had picked your outfit for the evening. It wasn't a surprise that he had done such a fabulous job, but that it wasn't the norm for him. The closer you got, the bigger his smile grew, a smile you had come to love and fear. 

"Hello my baby. You look so cute, just like I knew you would. Do you like the outfit?" He said as he spun you around to get a 360 view.

"Of course! It's very cute, and I absolutely love the matching beret." you said as you pulled him close to peck his cheek. "Thank you Hannie."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he pulled you toward the theater entrance. You were smitten, and it was painfully obvious as you stood there practically drooling at the sight of him. There was just something effortless about Jeonghan, no matter how much effort was actually put into his appearance, he made it look easy. 

As he picked up the tickets from the kiosk, you not so subtly checked him out, letting your eyes trail over is frame from head to toe. You admired the way his black denim jeans wrapped around his thighs, leather moto jacket hanging loosely from his body giving you a peek at the snug fitting burnout t-shirt underneath.  

"Are you planning to keep undressing me with your eyes?" He said as he glanced up briefly from the kiosk screen, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.  "If so we can head home and you can do the real thing if you'd like." Eyes now completely fixed on you as he swept his dark locs away from his face, tucking them behind his ear with a mischievous smile as he awaited your response. It took all of your willpower not to take him up on that offer when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Rolling your eyes, you quickly turned to approach the usher at the podium taking tickets to break the tension. 

While heading toward your theater you quickly noticed a mass of people entering another one. 

"Wow! That must be a really popular movie." 

"Yes, unfortunately it was all sold out so I went for 2nd best I guess."  He shrugged. 

You walked into your designated theater looking for the best seats for viewing. It wasn't as crowded as you'd expected for a Friday night, but that was more than likely due to the popularity of the other movie playing. Your eyes landed on two seats directly in the middle. You made your way up the stairs of the theater with Jeonghan following behind, landing at the end if your chosen aisle, you were going to do the usual “excuse me” shuffle past the already seated guests until Jeonghan noticed the line of men you'd have to shimmy past. Not ok with how a couple of them were eyeing you, he grabbed your wrist to lead you to another set of seats way at the top and tucked away in the corner. When you gave him a questioning look, he looked over to the seats you had originally chosen.

Every seat in this theater is just as good and besides, these seats didn't require you to squeeze past horny guys in a tiny skirt."

"You picked it!" You whisper yelled.

"I know that! But I don't want other men so close to what's mine. What if one of them tried to, I don't know, look up your skirt or something?! He whisper yelled back.

You wanted to laugh but his furrowed brows and serious face made you wanna kiss him instead. It was rare to see him be so possessive and it was really riling you up. You took a minute to clear your mind of all the nasty things you were thinking about doing to him and leaned in for a kiss.

"Thank you for making sure I'm protected." You said as you bit your bottom lip. Noticing the way his eyes focused in on that action, you hoped this corner was as secluded as it seemed because there was no way you were going to make it through this entire movie without touching him.

You had no idea why, but you were ridiculously horny, so you decided to squeeze your legs together hoping to get some relief without being super obvious. To your dismay the gentle fingers that began to creep up your inner thigh told you, you hadn't been as discreet as you'd hoped. You looked to your right to see Jeonghan looking at the screen, seemingly into the plot of the movie, except the mischievous smirk that began to creep up his face. You quickly removed his hand from your thigh only to have him immediately move it to your knee. You went to move it again, but before you could do so Jeonghan gripped your knee firmly and jerked your legs apart, leaning over to whisper to you.

"Don't be shy now. You've been fucking me with your eyes since we got here. I know you want me to touch you, don’t think I didn’t catch you squeeze your thighs together."

He was right, from the minute you saw him you wanted to jump him. You glanced around to be sure no one could see the two of you. He took notice of you scanning your surroundings, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek, getting as close as possible until his lips brushed your ear. 

"It's dark, it's loud, we're in a corner at the very top, the closest people to us are 3 rows down. I promise no one can see, now be the good girl you're dressed as and open up for me."

That's when it dawned on you, this was a scene. Suddenly everything clicked, the choice of a less popular movie, the location of the seats, the contrast in your outfits, it all made so much sense now. A couple weeks back you had discussed doing something like this with him, teasing that you'd be his good girl if he ever wanted you to.  And now here you were in a dark theater, dressed as Jeonghan's take on a good girl and he was undeniably dressed as a bad boy. You let your thighs fall open for him to do as he pleased.

 With one last kiss to your cheek he immediately slid his hand up to your pussy, pushing your panties aside to find you were already dripping wet. He let out a soft groan as he ran a finger through your lips, he had you weak from the simple action and he knew it. You bit back a moan as he dipped his finger inside you only to remove it and circle it around your clit a moment later. His touch was heaven and you were two seconds away from openly fucking his hand. You were desperate, needing to touch him, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel, so you reached over to palm at his dick, but he quickly grabbed your wrist with his free hand, giving you a look of warning before he withdrew his fingers from you altogether without saying a word. You were confused by his actions until he leaned over to whisper to you.

"Naughty, naughty, so much for being a good girl. Now because of you we're going to miss the ending."  He said just before pulling you to your feet, making sure to straighten up your clothes properly before leading you down the stairs on wobbly legs and out the theater. 

"I want you under me when I cum, and we can't do that here darling." He said as he pulled out of the theater parking lot.

The closer you got to your place the more your excitement grew. Jeonghan was always so calm, usually taking his time to tease you, working you up almost to the point of annoyance, but you had come to realize he liked you annoyed, frustrated, and angry. He had told you it made something that was already so good even better, he loved when you angry fucked him. But today you were experiencing another side to him, and you could feel that he wasn't going to be taking his time teasing you tonight. 

About 10 minutes later Jeonghan was pulling into his driveway; you were a bit shocked by that, usually you'd go to your place, but seeing as how you lived just across the street you thought maybe he just wanted to park there and you'd make your way over to your place. You believed that until he was pulling you through the front gate of their privacy fence. In mere seconds you were being pushed against the gate you had just entered.

Jeonghan began to kiss you with such hunger and need that you almost couldn't keep up, desperately gripping onto his shirt to keep him as close as possible while you tried to keep pace.

"Hannie, what if someone comes out and sees us?" You gasped out as he slid his hand between your legs.

"It doesn't matter, only a few people are home right now and let’s be honest, most of them have seen you naked already."

You let out a whimper at his words and hid your face in his chest, but he had a point. There were 13 guys living in one huge house together and you were basically in a relationship with half of them. You leaned in for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip effectively pulling a whimper from him in return. 

"I've been imagining fucking you in this outfit since I saw it in the window. Now be a good girl and tell me you want me to fuck you."

You lifted your head to look into his eyes.

"Show me. Fuck me the way you imagined."

Almost immediately after the words left your lips Jeonghan faced you away from him and pressed you against the gate.

"You look so fucking sexy in this skirt." He said as he pushed it up, exposing your ass to him.

"It's cold Hannie." You whined as he firmly squeezed your ass cheek.

You let out a surprised yelp when you felt his hand come down on your ass with a loud smack, but you soon relaxed as he caressed the area he had just spanked. You felt his hand slide up around your throat and you knew what he wanted permission to do.

"Do it." You breathed out, and that's all the confirmation he needed before he was wrapping his delicate fingers around your throat and delivering another smack to your ass. "You won't be cold for long baby. I promise "

You whimpered pathetically as you pushed back into him. His fingers made quick work of moving your panties to the side for the second time tonight, but his fingers weren't what pushed into you this time. Jeonghan hissed as he slowly slid his dick inside you, letting out an airy moan once he had sheathed himself completely.

His thrusts, usually slow and relaxed to match his slow teasing, but tonight they were quick and hard. Every thrust so powerful that you needed to use your arms to brace yourself as they jolted you into the gate. Every so often he'd deliver a smack to your ass with one hand, while the other kept a firm grip on your throat as he pounded into you. The sound of the gate latch banging against the wooden fence post every time he slammed his hips into you, mimicked the sound of a headboard against a wall. So loud; there was no way you two would go unnoticed by anyone in the house, or anyone passing by for that matter. You were certain they could hear you, but at this point you didn't care, Jeonghan just felt too good inside you for anything else to matter.

You crept one of your hands between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and were met with the most air restricting grip of the night as punishment for your actions.

"You're being naughty again." He growled into your ear as he flipped you around to face him. Hiking your leg around his hip, he pushed into you again. Jeonghan moaned into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, mumbling into his ear, telling him how good he felt, promising to not be naughty again if he’d let you cum.  You let out a moan as you laid your head back against the gate, sighing when he leaned away from you to make room to rub your clit.  He was going to be good to you even though you had been slightly less than perfectly good for him.

One hand helping to hold your leg around his hip, the other sending waves of pleasure through you with every circle of his fingers over your sensitive clit. Before you knew it  you were cuming, holding on to him to keep your self from collapsing as he continued to fuck you into overstimulation.

You moaned his name as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to chase his own climax.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let me finish in your mouth?" Unable to speak, you could only nod into his shoulder. "That's my good girl." 

Ever the gentleman, Jeonghan laid his jacket down to protect your knees before helping you to the ground. You waited eagerly, mouth open and ready to receive every drop of cum he was going to give. Looking up at the man above you, you were mesmerized by  the way he seemed to glow under the soft moonlight, ebony locks blending into the night sky behind him, his soft moans music to your ears as he stroked himself to completion, filling your mouth with warm spurts of cum as he looked down at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You wasted no time swallowing as you stared deeply into his eyes.

"Such a good girl. Let's go get cleaned up." He said as he helped you to your feet. Upon entering their home you grew shy when Wonwoo and Seungcheol who were sitting in the living room watching a movie started to follow the two of you with their eyes.

You stepped into the shower followed by Jeonghan who quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest.

“I’m pretty sure they heard us” you giggled.

 "I’m 100% sure they did, we’ll pay for it in the future I’m sure.” he laughed. “But we’ll worry about that later, for now let's worry about what movie to watch while we cuddle in my bed." He said as he rocked from side to side slightly, giving you a quick peck behind your ear. "I'm sorry most of our date today you were alone, My agency booked me last minute. Promise I'll take you on another date next week, we'll spend the whole day together.”

You turned to kiss him, "I didn't mind. I really needed a self care day anyway and besides, the spa attendant made sure my experience was amazing." You laughed at the instant frown on his face, until you felt a hard smack on your ass.

"Stop mentioning the spa attendant before we’re both in more trouble than we can handle."

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✊🏽: Thomas and Francis

Thank you for the prompt, anon! I hope you don't mind me adding Julian into the mix.

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Trust

✊🏽 Protecting

“You were supposed to protect me.”

That was the thought that ran through Thomas’s head as he sat under the tree where he had died and gazed out over the lawn with unseeing eyes. Normally, he did all he could to stay far away from this place. It held too many memories and regrets, and more pain than he could put into words. Tonight however, after his death had been turned into the evening’s entertainment, it felt like a fitting retreat. He had found himself alone once the spectacle was over, abandoned by those who should have cared about him. Not one of them had looked back and offered to stay. Not one of them. 

Thomas knew he should not let it bother him. Loneliness was his oldest friend, after all. If it hadn’t been for Francis, he would have spent most of his life on his own. He had been terribly shy as a child, and by trying to overcome that shyness had grown into an adult most people had no desire to get to know. The only reason anyone had ever spared him a second glance was because Francis with his quiet smiles, infinite patience and admirable diplomatic skills had allowed him to tag along wherever he went. Thomas, on some unconscious level, had known his cousin was only suffering his company because he pitied him, but he’d always been too grateful to be included to care. Francis had been his hero; someone who had come to his rescue more times than he could count.

He’d never been meant to be the villain of the story.

Thomas reached for the wound in his side with trembling fingers. How had he missed the ink stains on Francis’s hand when he’d held onto it? How had he missed the misspelling of Isabelle’s name and the differences in handwriting? The way Francis had looked at Higham House, his eyes full of greed and taking in none of its beauty?

The worst thing was that Francis had only been there that day because Thomas had invited him to come along. He had been so eager for his cousin to meet his beloved Isabelle so he might understand why Thomas’s heart beat so fast every time a letter from her arrived that he hadn’t even considered the possibility that Francis might see something else when he looked at her. He should have known, though: it was no secret that Francis envied people like the Highams. Despite his natural charm, he’d never been able to talk his way into those circles and knowing he was a lesser person in their eyes had always vexed him. Thomas had hoped a visit to Higham House might cure that envy and show Francis that there were fairer and more important things to be found there than wealth and fortune. Instead, it had lit a fire in his cousin’s heart that had ultimately burned its path through Thomas’s ribs.

“Did I ever truly know you?” he whispered into the night. With a heavy sigh, he pulled his legs up against his chest and rested his chin on his knees. “You were always like a brother to me – did you know that? More than my real brothers ever were. The only one who always stuck with me through thick and thin. I trusted you with my life, Francis. God, I trusted you.”

He broke off with a wretched sound and buried his face in his knees. Digging his fingers as hard as he could into his stockings, he tried to focus on anything but how hard it had become to breathe.

Someone suddenly cleared their throat beside him, and even though the sound was soft, Thomas flinched.

“What do you want?” he said hoarsely, lifting his head. He was not in the mood for Julian’s mockery right now – not tonight, not after his life had been treated like a joke.

“Just wondering if you’d like some company,” Julian said with a nonchalant shrug. “I’ve finished my talk so …”

He left the sentence hanging, and Thomas glared up at him. “I have no need for your pity, sir.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “It’s not pity, you idiot. It’s compassion.”

Without waiting for a reply or an invitation, he plopped himself down on the ground next to Thomas, close enough so their shoulders touched. Thomas huffed and looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine by me,” Julian said. Without missing a beat, he pointed up at the stars. “Did you know that Robin has his own names for them?”

He went on to tell Thomas all about the people Robin saw in the stars, not even once checking if Thomas was actually listening to him. Thomas was, though, and by the time Julian ran out of breath and stars to name, he found his eyes brimming with tears and his heart feeling a little less heavy than it had before.

“Thank you,” he whispered into the silence before he chanced a glance at Julian. Their eyes met in the dark, and after a moment Julian nodded and gently nudged Thomas’s shoulder with his own – a silent promise that he would stay for as long as Thomas needed him to.

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Hi! I wanted to leave this ask here regarding a few things I've noticed over time. First I want to say, I'm a big fan of your work. I really enjoy seeing your characters and the ship dynamics that you share with the Kirby community for Meta Knight and Galacta Knight. With this though, there was a recent post that raised a few concerns. You had mentioned your disgust for the galactadad tag since most people use it for tagging Galacta Knight as MK's father figure due to your main ship having them as lovers. I was a little worried based on your reaction to this as I'm sure you feel very strongly about this and I mean nothing but respect but... to say that people's work of this would be 'the worst art imaginable' simply because it doesn't align with your headcanons? It comes off as... emotionally immature to say you'd block people on that front alone rather than just accepting it as something existing in someone else's mind/world, and that you'd be "crying" about it. Like... there's a lot of amazing people here you'll be shutting the door on with no explanation other than them posting two characters as family instead of a couple. Again, no shade, but this did concern me as it felt a little over the top of a reaction. When something's not really a 'trigger' in the sense that it causes intense emotional harm, it's best to learn some sense of tolerance for minor things like this if you want to be more comfortable in online spaces; and you'll get to enjoy a lot more people's company as a result too. I mean that with nothing but love, but genuinely I almost unfollowed because of that visceral reaction on your end over something so minor. The other thing I wanted to address was just kind of a quick question; is there a particular reason you misspell every word when typing descriptions and tags? I'm not going to ask you to go into detail about this as of course it could be very personal/disability related, but this poses a problem in some regards, specifically when tagging censors and trigger warnings. This doesn't happen very often, but a few times you've reblogged or posted art that involved certain triggers, one of which was shown despite me having it blocked due to me not having it spelled exactly as your misspelling was. If it were a genuine misspelling I wouldn't be so upset because of course things happen, but every single post I've noticed you greatly misspell nearly every word to the extent it's almost illegible, so this is a common behavior of yours. All I'm really asking on this is that you please just take extra care when adding censor tags in the future, just a quick reread of them to make sure they'll function as intended. This also goes for if you have something important to say or tag as again, blocked tag/topics cannot autocorrect on our end. Like I said, I mean this with nothing but love and concern for your online interactions because I've been there myself with some of these things. I really don't want this to come off as negative, so please don't take this as an attack; I just wanted to address some things that I noticed in my time following you so that hopefully no future issues arise from them. Otherwise, keep having fun doing what you're doing and please take care. I'm excited to see more from you!

"emotionally immature" I'm 16 what the hell did you expect me to act like a whole adult?....did you forget one of the main stereotypes for teenagers is being emotional? Also this point was espiclly hurtful to me I know you probably don't know and didn't mean to but I have autsim (self diagnosed it took me . SO LONG to even consider this and even longer to accept I have tism) and it just. Came off like you were calling me stupid which you baislcy are it's also way more confusing to what I am to peoplw I am mature to some? Am I just childish WHAT AM I? But that's not really ur fault I've just wlays had my people pleasing tenadcies along with struggling to know who I am myself

Anyways on to all the points

-"worst art imaginable" not in a. Like the art is like technically bad(like bad at skill to draw. I can admit some are good or even AMAZING at drawing what they do) I mean in way to me in how it makes me feel way not that. Like how the art makes me FEEL. Not like if if look at it and they tell me based on skill what this i would do, it's good great even like the color! Or sosmthing stupid like that and if you ask me how it makes me feel I would do the same

-blocking people over just a hc or ship is fine I'm my eyes, it's the same as blocking someone over shipping metakirby or being a proshitter, proshitters think this was I think another at it's basic core soooo...im not saying they're proshitters however I'm just saying that to explain to you why I'm my opinion it's perfectly valid to blcok someone over a ship hc or bene fandom! It's that. They are NOWEHRE near as bad but it was the best example I could think of to explain why I do it.

If the hc or ship REALLY does make me TAHT uncomftbfle I think it's fair to block someone over it ?? I don't get this point at all like why would I actively make myself upset just for the chance to intrecat with some artist?

- also the usually amazing people I'm sure they nice and lovely they tend to post A LOT about it. So I block them to avoid them in the tags I don't tend to block as soon as I see meta to galactadad I just block when I see them too much

- anything can be a trigger over the slightest things I have a friend on Twitter who needs cookie run tagged because its genuilly a trigger for it same with another who hates kirby and eveurtime meow sees Kirby, he's filled with rage and it's for VERY good reason in my eyes and I am still great friends with meow regardless

-also I am making myself more comfortable 8n these spaces. I'm litterky curating my experience by blocking out what I don't like, they always say "block if you don't like" when it comes to ship or soemthin so like? Why not to hcs as well...i don't get this point I don't HAVE to like someone I can dislike someone for no reason right? So I can dislike an aspect of a person like that. Idk this point also doesn't make sense to me

- as for any particular reason, I just...do that? I have to PHYSICALLY force myself to type otherwise I don't know any cause it just started one day... Sorry about my rbs being intelligible I just ?? Get really excited and tend to forget to try to be atleast a bit normal(? Idk how to word that last part)

- as for trigger tags, I try my best to tag triggers properly but I don't know that I have to tag it for my audince or I don't think it's necessary I don't think I've ever misspled a trigger tag ? I have bad memory but I'll try my best to keep trigger tags spelled right

- and finally yeah I'll make sure to do that, i just need to know what tags you need well, tagged. I don't know who you are. You're anonymous?

#i think soemtimes you guys forget people are teengers so of course ethyre going to be “emotionally intelligent” #or like very emotional #you do know thats the most common...thing ti be a teenager right? #mocha asks #ill try to ne more like. normal looking in tags #this is a post I actively tried to cacth all mistkaes so K can get my piint acorss clearly #it took me 15 minutes to clean this up like taucilly. #also whoever you are if you had unfollowed me i think i wouldve been better off tbh if this is how you act? #i do thank you for the trigger tag stuff i was unaware #not emotionally illtergnat i mean imature fcuk im tirdd #i didnt aleep intil almost 12 and wake uo at early 8

[a-purely-objective-frog]

Tumblr should do an update where they make everything objectively worse for a while just to see what happens.

You've been complaining about how tumblr is changing? Welcome to the hellsite update

You can only vote on polls after sundown; you can only see the images on posts from before 2013; "reblog" is misspelled; pfps randomly refuse to load; tag order becomes random; videos? hahaha no; hell, bring back the old reblog style that puts everything way to far to the right, that'll be fun on mobile; randomly select the font size and color of your text posts; move all the buttons again; posts show up as ads, ads show up as posts; if you're online for more than an hour straight it hard crashes and logs you out; when you try to reblog something it will ignore you; when you try to reblog something it will spam reblog it 30 times; y'know, hellsite stuff

Just to see if people would hate it or embrace it as a new and exciting challenge. Put the hell in hellsite baby

#frog thoughts #i know it wont happen #but imagine

[bookofmirth]

so i’ve been on acotar tumblr for a while and i’m just getting the hang of tagging correctly

firstly do u think it’s important to tag correctly or is it just chronically online people complaining?

if i wanted to post an anti nesta post would i tag it anti nesta or just nesta? or is it wrong to tag it in the nesta tag

Hello! I have a lot of thoughts about this, so here is my thinking.

I think the main thing is tagging correctly for yourself and then thinking about the fandom second.

Tagging serves a few purposes:

Organizing your own blog

Helping people find your content

Helping people avoid your content

Personally, I don't bother with pro tags because the assumption is that if I am in the fandom, I generally like the things. Yeah, sometimes I get critical, but that's normal? I'm not out here acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows but I am still generally a fan. If someone is so, so sensitive about people's opinions on fictional characters then they can block me.

I personally feel like the "pro" tag keeps us from thinking about things with nuance. If I tag something "Nesta Archeron", that means I am talking about her as a fan of the series and that I can see her character for all her flaws and strengths. That's it. The "pro" tag feels redundant to me, basically. I'm in the fandom, of course I like the thing? I am spending my free time talking about it. That's just the underlying assumption of... being.... in a fandom!!!!! That you like the thing!

The only reason I will ever tag something anti is if I am vehemently against the thing and I want to keep people away from that content. Literally the only anti tag I ever use is antielriel because I detest that ship and I want people to stay the hell away from me because they get like rabid dogs about it. That's it. I don't tag "anti Eris" even though I don't like him because I assume that, since I am here in the fandom enjoying things, people can be grown-ups and realize that my opinion is my opinion on a fictional character and it isn't personal. I'm still in the fandom, which is ultimately, inherently a "pro" space.

Re: Nesta, if you really, really dislike her and have absolutely nothing good to say, then maybe use the anti tag. Misspell her name too, or else it will show in the regular tags. Ultimately it's up to you, not what other people want. If people dislike your opinions on her, they can block you! It's not your responsibility to keep randos online "safe" from your opinions on fictional characters.

If someone is crying because they saw something they didn't like online, sorry buddy but that's a hazard of being online. Tagging is a privilege, not a right. Life doesn't come with hashtags and warnings, not all websites work to protect you from yourself, so it's is always, always, at the end of the day, about the individual user doing what they need to do to keep themselves away from content they don't want.

*sorry I keep adding on to this but imagine someone going to only-ducks dot com and then being like "DUCKS TRIGGER MEEEE". No lol. Fandom encompasses a lot of opinions, many of them will not align with yours (general "you", not you anon) and so crying about someone who feels differently than we do and expecting them to change their behavior to accommodate your feelings seems juvenile and unrealistic to me.

I find fights about tagging to be a bit ridiculous, just people looking for a fight because they are bored or want the moral high ground. It's not that fucking deep, if people don't like how someone tags, they can block that user and move on. Maybe let them know, but if they respond poorly, then definitely block and move on. I just blocked someone who tagged "anti elucien" and it showed up in the elucien tag yesterday. It's great. Saves time and sanity.

I know that not everyone agrees with me and that's fine. I think the main thing for you, anon, is to tag in a way that makes sense for your blog, and to not be the tagging police on other people's blogs.

#acotar fandom #fandom things #acotar #acosf #ask #anon #tagging etiquette

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Shameless "Dashboard Simulator" with my Clone OCs for more characterization practice.

Whoops: this has been buried in my drafts for a while, but I added new stuff.

☀️ knight-caelen

Very well, @cc-juke-417 I made the account, now what?

🎹 cc-juke-417

Hold on, one second, General! Let me tag Captain Law.

@capt-law-302 now you can share the funny bantha videos.

📋 capt-law-302

I have so many more saved in my bantha tag, General.

#bantha #video files #welcome to the holonet General #302 legion

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🪺 fabric-feathers

I don't really wanna talk about, like, the war and stuff like a lot of other clone troopers are so maybe I'll do a bird blog instead?

🔪 toaninchofyourlife follow

You totally should, Vas!

🪺 fabric-feathers

Um? Who are you?

🔪 toaninchofyourlife follow

Oh it's me, Carver! So sorry! I thought all the woodcarving and knife care would've made it obvious that it's me. (It was the username, wasn't it? You can thank @stonestack (Cairn) for that one, I can't figure out how to change it.)

⛰️ stonestack follow

You're welcome.

besh-trill-wesk @rowdytooka ... Vas FINALLY made a holoblog.

🦁 rowdytooka

CANVAS! :D Ya finally made one ya lil scamp! You should totally do a bird blog!

#hi little brother!! #now we just gotta convince cypher to make a bug blog and maybe you guys can like collab or something :') #lil nerds putting their heads together (affectionate)

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🔪 toaninchofyourlife

⛰️ stonestack

HEY

🔪 toaninchofyourlife

hELP how do I change the "at" to "to"? I meant to say I was gonna make more of the worry stones Cairn likes to use for his stacks and I posted this when I was half asleep!!!

I was thinking of giving them to him as I made them I swear I swear

🔪toaninchofyourlife

@capt-law-302 CAPTAIN LAW HELP

📋capt-law-302

@medic-riddance You may have some patients coming into the medbay, soon. It's the twins again.

#these boys... #I voted for the mudhorn egg

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❤️‍🩹medic-riddance

Gentle reminder to the 302nd Legion of the GAR:

Around this time of year for many planets, it's cold and flu season. So please keep up with regular handwashing protocol! - Rid

🥼hes-a-wylie-one

NOT SO GENTLE REMINDER BECAUSE RID IS TOO NICE TO SAY IT: WASH THE FILTHY GERM-PILES YOU CALL HANDS, YOU DISGUSTING PETRI DISHES!

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okay fess up who got wylie sick again

🥼hes-a-wylie-one

WHEN I FIND OUT WHO GAVE ME MALONGO POX I'M GONn

[Hi brothers, please let me know over on @medic-riddance if Wylie's posting anything strange or unusual. Treatment for Malongo pox involves sedatives, so while it should mean he's sleeping, who knows what he'll start posting again when the first dosage wears off! He's sleeping right now, at least. Thanks and all the best, Rid.]

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poor wylie

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🦁 rowdytooka

... Carver what the hell is your #knife husbandry tag?

#please tell me that's cairn's doing #kriffing??? knife husbandry??? #you know we can all see that right?

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🪲ilikebigbugs

@ruff-n-rowdy Fess up. Why'd you change my username? I can't change it back to cyphers-and-codexes!

🥊ruff-n-rowdy follow

It wasn't me, Cypher, honest. You can thank @shortfortactical it was his idea. I did sneak him your datapad, though.

🐺shortfortactical

I can give you cyphers-and-codexes back if you really want it.

🪲ilikebigbugs

I still don't believe you that figuring out the "bug trick" from this Arcadia friend of yours was a happy coincidence, Tack.

#I'm gonna keep the new username for now #brothers in my legion kept misspelling 'codexes' and could never tag me properly in things... #you're forgiven. for now.

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#frosts fandom freakouts #dashboard simulator #oc talk #star wars #jedi oc: caelen #clone oc: commander juke #clone oc: captain law #clone oc: canvas #clone oc: carver #clone oc: cairn #clone oc: scruffy #clone oc: medic riddance #clone oc: medic wylie #clone oc: cypher #clone oc: scuffle #clone oc: tack #am I late to the trend? probably but who cares!

[biggest-stupidhead]

Can I ask for an request where Levi is a soldier who is pointed to protect a royal person. Then he fell in love with her active attitude, smart brain and support to the scout

AN: This took me so long. I deleted it like three times on accident so this is as good as its going to get 😂. do let me know though if I misspelled anything I didn't skim over it sooooo YOLO.

Summary: Levi is asked to attend the summer gala with !princess reader.

Word Count: 2.8 K

Warnings: mentions of Levi's scarring, some cussing? I think? that's about it

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Levi's hand trembled as he ran the fine toothed comb through his damp hair. He scowled back at his own reflection, eyes avoiding the pink scars that marred his skin. It had been nearly a year since he had been discharged from the military due to his injuries. At first he had struggled to find a routine, having been in the military for more than half of his life, it was a huge loss.

His hand jerked unexpectedly and the comb pulled through a knot in his hair painfully. He clicked his tongue and dropped the comb, gripping the edges of the sink to steady himself.

How pathetic.

There was a time when he could complete these tasks with no problem. But now his body seemed to be failing him, if he stood for too long his joints protested, he struggled to hold a pen due to his lack of fingers. He also wore an eyepatch to cover his milky right eye and some of the scars that covered the right side of his face.

Normally Hange would help him get ready, they were the only person he could stomach seeing him this way. But Hange was busy, they had meetings all morning. So Levi was left on his own, and he managed as well as he could. Although it took him double the amount of time it usually took, he still did it.

He grabbed his cane on his way out of his humble apartment, the carriage was waiting for him outside. In the carriage was the last person he wished to see, Zeke Jaeger. His glasses glinted in the sunlight as the coachman held the door for Levi who sat as far away from the war chief as possible.

Zeke blew out a puff of smoke, which swirled around in the small space. Levi's lip curled into a sneer, and Zeke smirked pleased to rouse a reaction from the retired Captain.

"Big day today eh Levi?" He spoke around his cigarette and Levi rolled his eyes.

"I suppose." He agreed, eyes never leaving the man.

That was about the only words exchanged between the two, the ride was thankfully short. The carriage arrived to the castle just after noon, the coachmen opened the door for Levi and Zeke. The sunlight was bright and made Levi squint, it didn't help that the castle seemed to glow as the sun bounced off of it.

"This way old friend." Zeke instructed and Levi followed begrudgingly, Zeke led Levi through the halls and into a large ball room. The castle staff was scurrying about, carrying massive bouquets of flowers and other decorations in preparation for the summer gala. Levi had attended this very event many times over his career, but he had not intended on joining in this year. Zeke paused a few feet away from Erwin, who was standing before a young woman Levi had met a handful of times. You had aged in the past two years that he hadn't seen you, although you weren't any taller, he could see the age on your face. Much as he assumed you could see in his, you also carried yourself more confidently, shoulders back, chin up.

Erwin paused and turned to greet the two men, who both saluted him and you.

"Captain, how nice to see you." You hummed, a pleased glint in your eyes as you curtsied, much to his surprise.

"You as well Zeke." You seemed less excited to see the war chief.

"Princess, you look lovely." Zeke closed the distance between the two of you, taking your hand a bit too eagerly and bringing it to his lips. You smiled a bit tersely, but allowed it.

"Ah, and you look...as hairy as the last time we met." Your jab threw Levi off, but Erwin seemed to have expected the exchange. Zeke laughed heartily and pulled back.

"Such a sharp tongue on you princess." He chuckled and you shrugged, a smug grin on those lips of yours.

"You make it easy."

"Princess, you are aware that Levi is to accompany you to this year's gala yes?" Erwin steered the conversation in a more relevant direction and you nodded.

"Mhm, and I'm very excited to be escorted by Eldia's most eligible bachelor." Levi wasn't sure if you meant it sincerely, or if it was his turn to face the wrath of your sharp words.

"I'm sure you are." Erwin chuckled, his hand falling on the back of your tricep. You gathered your skirts and took a few steps closer to Levi.

"The last time we met, you weren't keen on dancing, I do hope that's changed." You smirked at him and Levi barely fought the flush off of his cheeks as you pushed past him.

"We can go in the drawing room and discuss logistics, the gala is a mere week away after all-" Levi tuned out whatever it was Erwin was babbling about, too focused on watching you saunter out of the room.

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Levi spent the next week trailing behind Erwin, attending meetings and luncheons with other high ranking military members. It was boring, but nothing that he hadn't done before. The day of the gala, Hange arrived with the remaining of the 104th cadet corps. Levi felt great relief at seeing the familiar faces, Hange had eagerly came to hug him, and he pretended to hate it. Mikasa even came and gave him the briefest of embraces, Connie had been the most excited, throwing his arms around his former captain and squeezing him tightly. Armin had grinned sheepishly, and offered a small wave. Jean just nodded respectively in Levi's direction. Gabby and Falco had tagged along as well, wearing their best uniforms, decorated with their medals.

"I can't believe we get to come to the summer gala!" Connie gushed, his hazel eyes wide as he soaked in the castle in all of its glory.

"We won a war." Jean huffed, eyes sharp, hand fidgeting with his medal on his lapel.

"We lost more than we won." Mikasa murmured, her own shaky hands reaching for a scarf that was no longer wrapped around her neck. The cheery mood quickly dissipated at Mikasa's statement, Hange cleared their throat and clapped their hands in an attempt to drag everyone from their thoughts.

"Let's go meet Erwin then." They said, and Levi nodded.

"Let's." The group walked through the halls, Hange in the lead and Levi at their side, it felt like old times. The kids, well they weren't really kids anymore, were beginning to return to their annoying selves.

"-will we be able to eat the food?" Gabby asked, and Levi nearly flinched, the statement reminded him all too much of Sasha. Connie seemed less phased, he sighed and brought his arms behind his neck as they walked.

"I sure hope so."

"We're here on business." Mikasa reminded them and Jean hummed in agreement.

"We're here as representatives." Armin added, and Hange chuckled.

"Use this as an opportunity children." Hange cooed, pausing in front of the doors to the drawing room.

"Have some fun, get drunk, you've earned it." Hange then pushed the doors open, revealing the cozy drawing room, Erwin sat with his legs crossed in one of the arm chairs, a book in his lap. He closed the book and stood, his sleeve hanging limply where his arm once was.

"Cadets, erm or should I say captains." Erwin chuckled awkwardly as the kids all jumped to salute him, fists clenched over their hearts.

"Commander." They all greeted in unison.

"Sit, we have much to discuss."

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The discussion was rather tame, a short bit of it had been relevant. Where the kids were to stand, what they were to say and how they were expected to act. The rest of the afternoon had been spent catching up and enjoying each other's company. Just a few hours before the guests were to arrive, Erwin sent the group off to find their spots.

Levi found himself waiting outside of your room, his watch gripped tightly in his fist, watching the minutes tick by. You emerged about fifteen minutes after him arriving, your dress was a deep emerald green, elegantly hugging your frame in all of the right places. You smoothed the silk gown skirts and smiled at him, the red lipstick on your lips making your teeth seem extra white.

"You look ravishing Captain." You complimented, accepting his arm before walking slowly down the hall, careful to keep his pace.

"...as do you." He choked out, a blush tickling his ears.

"Did you get all done up for me?" You pressed, hand tightening around his bicep.

"No." He answered, although he was partially lying, the truth was all he could think about as he dressed, was you. How would you be dressed? Was he to match you? Or was he expected to wear his usual military dress? He had opted for the latter, and it seemed to work well, the inky black dress coat and the gold medals that decorated his lapels seemed to compliment the emerald in your dress.

"Well, I sure hope that you will at least dance with me." You pouted, shooting him a hopeful look.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, truthfully it was all that he could mange, he was nervous enough about joining you this evening. But you asking him to dance? He had never danced in his life, and with his legs in the state they were in now?

The two of you stopped, overlooking the ball room which was already filled with guests, milling about with flutes of champagne. You snuck a glance at Levi, who was looking down at the crowd with a bored glaze over his eyes.

"Ready?" You asked, squeezing his bicep once and he nodded, chin held high as the two of you slowly made your way down the staircase. Levi's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces, which he found in their designated spots. He knew that the king had asked him to accompany his daughter largely as a political move, not for protection as he had in the past. But old habits die hard, he double checked exits and kept an eye out for shady people, it was easier than looking at you after all. Not because you were ugly, rather the opposite, you were stunning and that intimidated him.

After at least forty five minutes of socializing, the dancing began and you tugged impatiently on his arm, which you had yet to let go of.

"Please Levi, just this once." You whispered so only he could hear, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at your closeness.

"Princess." He said sternly, although his voice did shake a tad, and you grinned, knowing that you had nearly convinced him.

"Captain." You countered, taking a step towards the dance floor.

"Just one." he said after a moment's hesitation before falling back in step with you.

"Just one." You affirmed with a wicked grin as you led him into the mass of bodies.

Levi felt his pulse race, his anxiety was roaring he had absolutely no clue how to dance, especially with his legs in the state that they were. You seemed to sense this, carefully taking his hand and resting it on your hip as you stepped ever so closely to him. Your chest was pressed against his, and he was sure that you could feel the pounding of his heart as it threatened to escape his ribcage.

"You just follow my lead." You whispered as he brought his other hand to rest naturally in the palm of yours. He nodded, eyes wandering down to glance at his feet, which were partially concealed by your skirts.

"It goes something like this, step-" You took a step towards him and he took one back.

"Then to the left," You instructed softly and he obliged, the two of you moving slightly out of sync.

"Then forwards again." You nodded as he stepped forwards and you stepped back, skirt swaying.

"Then to the right," You chuckled as his brows remained fixed in a tight knot as he tried to focus.

"Then we do it again." You seemed satisfied, and he nodded it was simple enough, although he could already feel the strain of the activity in his joints.

"Easy." He huffed, taking the lead and you giggled and fell into step with him.

"Tell me Levi, when you went across the ocean and fought those men, who were you fighting for?" The question caught him off guard and he nearly forgot the next step.

"That's an odd question." Levi shot you a mean look and you shrugged.

"I want to know what pushed Humanities strongest to be so strong." You answered, unfazed by his sour look.

"I fight for the people." He replied curtly and you sighed.

"That's a boring answer, I want to know what really drives you." You pressed and Levi frowned.

"Its the truth."

"Then tell me a lie." You raised a brow, challenging him and he screwed his nose up in distaste.

"Why would you want me to lie to you?" He asked out of genuine curiosity, no one had ever given him such a request.

"To spice some things up I guess." You hummed nonchalantly and squeezed your hand that held his.

"Then I would tell you I fought that war for you." He regretted the words, but you seemed to be pleased by them.

"Aw so you did think of me while we were apart." You cooed and Levi nearly broke away from you, but he only gripped your hand harder.

"You were the last thing on my mind." he huffed and you let out a throaty laugh. A lie, he thought of you often.

"You really are funny." You let your head fall affectionately into the crook of his neck and he swallowed thickly, as your scent washed over him.

"I didn't mean to be."

"I know, that's what makes it funny." Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke, you seemed to be in no hurry to pull away.

"Hmph." He hummed stupidly, unable to form words with you so close.

The song ended and you lifted your head, one of those wide grins sprawled across your lips.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" You whispered cheekily and he scoffed as the two of you exited the dance floor. You both found a seat at one of the tables set on the outskirts of the room, taking a break to drink and enjoy each others company.

Levi rubbed his knee under the table, the dance had truly taken a toll on him and he barely suppressed a groan. You noticed, shooting him a concerned look.

"Does it bother you often?" You asked, dragging your chair closer to his. He rolled his eye and pulled his hand slowly away from his leg.

"No."

"You're lying, just tell me the truth."

"I thought you wanted me to lie to you." He snapped back and you scoffed.

"Not about this." You reasoned and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, it hurts like a bitch." He turned to face you, his knee knocking yours and you frowned.

"You should've told me, I wouldn't have made you dance."

"I-" He paused, catching himself before the words left his mouth. But after one look at your open and concerned face he couldn't not say what he had been wanting to say.

"I wanted to." He admitted and your eyes widened a fraction.

"You...really wanted to?" Your words were raw and clearly Levi had caught you, the witty young princess off guard.

"I did."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes."

"Hm." A smug look crossed your face and Levi scowled at you, not liking the way you seemed to be plotting something unbeknownst to him.

"What?" He snapped and you let out a short burst of laughter.

"I knew that you weren't lying when you said that you thought about me." You teased and he growled lowly under his breath.

"Maybe that was your last dance with me."

"Easy now, let's not be hasty, we have the whole night after all darling." You patted his shoulder, standing slowly and walking around the back of his chair to squeeze his shoulders before slipping off into the crowd.

He hoped that you meant it, that you would come back even if he could not dance with you again. He hoped that you had thought of him too, that his fighting had all been worth it. To spend the rest of his life by your side, even if he was just your guard or even a political ploy. He would do it for you, and he would do so happily.

#levi heichou #levi snk #levi attack on titan #levi x reader insert #levi x reader #levi x mc #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #levi x princess reader #royal au #fantasy au #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi supremacy #aot blog #aot fanfiction #erwin smith #commander hanji #jean kirstein #aot connie #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #armin arlert #aot levi #aot fandom #mutual pining #levi x reader fluff #aot fluff

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 12 - Muse

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Fluff, Rough Sex (Light but Consensual), Light Degradation, Role-play (Reader In French Maid Outfit), Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Making Out With Gojo, NSFW, Unprotected Sex

Summary: You keep your promise to Gojo and the two of you enjoy a little bit of roleplaying.

A/N: I know it's been a while since I posted last. Here is the updated chapter (she is kind of long) and it's basically 5% plot where everything else is smut. I have been reading this same thing for over a week and spent most of today editing, so I hope it's fine! Please keep in mind again that I do not have a beta, and will highly miss a lot of things or even misspell them. I hope you enjoy the chapter!  Requests are still open! I currently write for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Choso. Please make sure I can see your age on your profile, otherwise you will be ignored (minors dni) 

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(Three Years Ago)

“Looks like someone is being spoiled…”

You glanced around your apartment that has been completely decorated in flowers. You started grinning like an idiot thinking of Haru’s promise to give you a garden before replying, “ it’s a long story... ”

“ Soo , things worked out after the failed anniversary dinner?” Gojo questioned, noticing the way you shyly bit your bottom lip as you returned your attention back onto the T.V. screen.

“ Yes, they did …” you answered casually, still holding that pretty smile on your lips. You were clicking the button on the remote as you switched between movies to pick one to watch for the evening. “I don’t think I gave you the full update…”

Gojo took a sip of his melon soda, before leaning back comfortably against your couch. “No you did not. Last time we spoke you told me you were going away for the weekend. So tell me, how did prince charming work his way back into your good graces?”

Hakone , the weekend getaway; memories of you and Haru’s trip flooded back to your mind. The onsen experience, strolling through nature by day, visiting art galleries and losing sleep at night just to make love…

“It was… perfect.” you whispered breathlessly, your heart skipping a beat after you gave Gojo the brief explanation.

“ How romantic… ” the sorcerer replied, doing little to hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, nudging your elbow playfully into his stomach. “Don’t be such a killjoy…”

From behind his dark frames, Gojo was reading your body language when you spoke. He pressed his lips together, not wanting to take away the happiness you were basking in and burying the thought that lingered his mind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked again, his eyes glued onto you as he patiently waited for your reply.

Your cheeks went warm and your reaction was to adorably bury your face into the palm of your hands, desperately trying to fight off the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You leaned back on the couch next to your friend, dropping your hands down by your sides as you tilted your neck to face him.

“ Hopelessly so… ”

Gojo swallowed hard, a sinking sensation pummeled through his gut upon hearing your words. Your eyes flickered when you noticed how his expression hardened but he quickly switched to a big grin.

“As long as you’re happy … ” he reassured, giving you a thumbs up.

“I am, very much so …”

“ Good!” Gojo replied, but the word tasted sour in his mouth and he quickly changed the subject. “Now let’s get back to picking our movie…”

What the hell am I supposed to do now? he thought to himself, the disappointment weighing heavy on his heart.

I can’t tell her yet…

I’ll just have to wait...

(Present)

Gojo was exhausted. His day was tiresome and everything seemed to be getting on his last nerves. His morning started off on a bad note thanks to the higher ups. Itadori Yuji swallowing one of Sukuna’s fingers was not what he expected but now he had a problem on his hands involving the life of another teenager.

A talented kid at that, Itadori definitely had potential...

Gojo was good at hiding his frustrations from his students, and even from some of his peers. However, the minute he stepped into the lobby of his apartment building, the weight of his day came crashing down on his shoulders. He exited the elevator, slowly making his way over towards his apartment door but paused for a second before entering inside the safe haven of his home.

He immediately sensed your presence.

You called him earlier when he was at the school, asking if you could stop by his place to pick up something that you had forgotten.

“Just ask the security to let you in, I’ll give them a heads up and inform them... ” Gojo distractedly replied before ending the call.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to himself, thinking that maybe you decided to stick around and hang out at his place.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. “Did you really miss me that mu-uhhhhhh…”

Gojo dropped his keycard on the floor, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of you standing before him. His heart literally stopped beating for a whole second and the sorcerer found himself frozen in the entrance of his living room.

“ Gojo-san,” you purred, turning your heel from the large glass window you were wiping and smiling as you faced him directly. “ You’re home...”

Catching the great Gojo Satoru by surprise was something rare but you managed to do it with ease because he always had his guard down around you.

Gojo admired the outfit you were wearing. Your black dress was short, very short, with the bodice buttoned all the way up to your neck and little puffy sleeves covering your shoulders. The white apron you were wearing over it was trimmed with little frills, matching the detailing along the collar. His mouth went dry when he reached your legs covered in a pair of stockings but he noticed the single garter wrapped around your thigh adorned with a tiny bow. You were wearing black pointed high heels to match the ensemble, adding a decent amount of inches to your height. The cherry on top was the white silky headband that was pulling back your beautiful hair.

Gojo had given up on your promise weeks ago, thinking there was no possible way you might actually follow through with his idea.

Yet, here you were , dressed up in a french maid outfit.

You placed the cloth in your hand in the basket on your floor. Your heels clicking against the wooden surface and echoing around his quiet penthouse apartment as you approached him, holding your head high as you confidently nestled into the role you were playing.

You gripped his attention, but couldn’t see how shocked he was from behind his dark sunglasses. As you stood in front of him you bent down to pick up the key card before elegantly standing upright and holding it up to his face.

“You dropped this,” you stated quite matter of factly, batting your lashes at him innocently.

The man had been rendered speechless.

You raised your brow as the seconds passed, waiting for Gojo to say... something.

He could sense your heart beat increase, as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you nervously glanced away from his direction. You dropped the act for a minute as you placed your hands around your waist to look down at the outfit you were wearing.

“ Uhm … did I do this wrong ? This is the only outfit I could find online that was even close to the idea you had and it took weeks to actually get here. I can...I can try to find another dress if this isn’t what you li-”

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, interrupting your comment and tilting your head up so you were looking at him as he snapped himself out of the trance you seemed to have put him under.

“No! No, no no …you look… fuck… you just caught me by surprise…” he replied, a wave of excitement rushing through him as he stumbled over his words. He proceeded to lower his sunglasses so you were met with azure eyes, softening his gaze as a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “You look ...perfect…”

He stretched out that last word, ensuring to savour every part of you. Your face grew warm but you couldn’t help but smirk with approval that all your hard efforts into this costume worked their magic on your friend.

“Really?” you questioned in a hopeful tone, reaching for his wrist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m glad! You worried me for a second…”

Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, the heavy weight he bore when he stepped into his home dissipating as he tasted you on his tongue. Once he had his fill of you, he broke away from the kiss before casually walking backwards and instructing, “don’t mind me, I’m just going to step out for a second so we can properly start this over…”

You giggled before turning around and making your way back to your position next to his window. Gojo noticed your white slip peak from under your skirt, and he gently bit down on his knuckle unable to contain his own anticipation.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

When he stepped back inside his apartment it was with a totally different demeanor. He cleared his throat as he made his way over, noticing your face playfully light up before repeating your initial greeting:

“ Gojo-san, you’re home... ”

***

One hour.

You had the man stirring for an entire hour.

Gojo didn’t think you would take this as seriously as you did but you were putting on a performance for him.

At first he sat in the living room, watching you mindlessly wipe his spotless windows and bending over ever so slightly for him to peep under your skirt. He impatiently tapped his finger against his thigh, knowing full well that he was not allowed to touch you unless you touched him first .

That was the rule you both agreed on.

When Gojo realised that you weren’t planning on giving in so easily, he used the moment as an opportunity to change out of his uniform but that didn’t stop you from being a tease.

While he was in his room, he switched to a pair of comfortable sweatpants and just as he was about to slip on his hoodie, you barged into his bedroom.

“ I’m sorry to intrude…” you announced innocently, sauntering your way over with your eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles and lifting up his half-filled laundry basket. “ I just needed to wash these…”

Gojo pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head at you as he moved to his drawer to replace his shades with his blindfold, knowing full well you were going to draw this out for as long as you can.

Maybe this is payback…

Gojo returned to the living room, his eyes fixated on the television screen as a way to distract himself from you.

After you did a few meaningless chores, you picked up the feather duster from your equipment basket and directed yourself into his line of sight. You began to “ dust ” off his shelves, swaying your hips deliberately from side to side as you walked in front of him.

“ I hope you don’t mind me in your way, Gojo-san …” you said serenely, flicking the duster over the random items on his shelf.

“Not at all…” the sorcerer replied, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke. “But you should know you missed a spot…”

You raised your brow as you glanced over your shoulder to meet his stare.

“ Oh ?”

Gojo spread his legs further apart, resting his long arm on the back of the sofa before bringing his other hand forward to point high on his shelf.

“Right there,” he indicated.

You hummed to yourself, knowing full well that Gojo wanted to see more of what you were hiding underneath your outfit. As you stood on your tiptoes, you deliberately arched your back to stick out your rear in his direction.

Gojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, humming in approval and deciding in that moment just how he plans on eventually fucking you in this cute outfit of yours.

“A little higher…” he commanded, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as you “cleaned” his top shelf, and he felt himself harden against his pants when the fabric of your dress just barely covered your ass.

The minutes passed, dragging slowly until the sorcerer found himself growing impatient. The longer you were making him wait, the more cruel he was planning on delivering his own punishment in return.

“May I get you some water, Gojo-san?” you asked him, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you made your way over to the kitchen. “You look a little thirsty…”

Oh yes, he definitely wasn’t going to hold himself back…

“ Please…” he said through gritted teeth.

You made your way over to the kitchen, pulling out one of the random trays he had and placing a glass right in the middle. You fill it up with ice before pouring in the water, then lifting up the tray and making your way over to him.

“ Here you go…” you offered, but instead of picking up the glass with your fingers, you deliberately knocked it over, allowing the cool liquid to pour all over Gojo’s lap.

The man hissed, surprised that you caught him off guard yet again with your tactic. The water pooled between his thighs, making his muscles tense up even more.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, the goosebumps running up and down your arms when you noticed the outline of his dick against his sweatpants.

Staring at him with your knowing, apologetic eyes, you proceeded to say, “I’m so sorry, let me get something to help you dry up…”

When you returned, you found your place down on your knees in front of him. You pressed the dry towel against his inner thigh, earning a grunt in response because your touch was close to his growing erection.

Your other hand glided up his calf, sending your message across as Gojo’s eyes widened when that same hand replaced the towel.

Fucking finally, he thought, no longer frustrated by his own desire or the fact that he was now soaking wet.

“I can dry these with the rest of the clothes…” you explained, lifting yourself upright on your knees. “I’m going to have to take these off..”

You hooked your hands around the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his lean legs and removing them.

“What about these?” Gojo asked, tilting his head towards his tented boxers. “I’m soaked all the way through…”

“ Uhm… of course!” you chirped, as you removed the second article of clothing. “I’ll get these dry for you right away…”

As you tried to stand up, Gojo reached for your forearms and dragged you back down on the rug.

“What about this?” he asked, directing your attention towards the length of his swollen cock.

“I-I don’t know if I can help you with that,” you teased, averting your gaze as you feigned shyness.

“I pay you to use your hands, don’t I?” Gojo questioned.

“ Yes, Gojo-san …”

“Then you should do whatever it takes.”

Gojo could have sworn he saw you smirk but you were swift to hide your reaction. You brought your hand to his length as you began to stroke upward, circling your thumb around his swollen tip. Your other hand teasingly traced a vein up and down his shaft, and Gojo exhaled as his body relaxed against his plush sofa.

You squeezed his cock, feeling the width of his hard member as you continued teasing his head. You spread the pre-cum all over the tip, before bringing your lips down and replacing your thumb with your tongue as you swirled around the head before finally sealing your mouth over him.

You gently suck, your cheeks hollowing but you remain focused on just his head. The hand that isn’t holding his shaft moved to his thigh, where you gave him an eager squeeze as you tasted him in your mouth.

Meanwhile, Gojo leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he hummed with relief. The low rumble of his voice spread down his abdomen, and your ears perked upon hearing his satisfied reaction.

You released him with a pop, before adjusting your position so your forearms were now resting over his thighs.

Gojo was average in thickness but his length definitely made up for it and you wanted to get comfortable before taking him all the way in.

You guided him into your mouth, easing him down inch by inch as you bobbed over his impressive length. Your hands pressed into his thighs, a small whimper escaping you as your teeth grazed lightly over his cock while you expertly worked him.

“You keep doing this and I might consider increasing your pay…” Gojo murmured, half-drunk with arousal as he began losing himself to you.

You quickened your pace, ignoring the discomfort in your jaw as you let him fuck your mouth. Gojo reached his hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking you with his slender fingers as encouragement. His chest began to rise and fall as his breathing grew heavier.

“ Keep going …” he coaxed, his voice shaking and growing tender. He rolled his hips in rhythm to your movement while your hands began massaging his legs and working their way high up to his pelvis.

His fingers curled around your hair, your throat burning but you kept going not wanting to disappoint your esteemed employer.

“ Mmm , F-fuck… ” he whined, his words sweet in your ears as he reached his peak.

Gojo’s hips bucked into you and he held you in place, releasing thick ropes of cum in the back of your throat as he moaned.

His grip was tight around your head and you tried not to gag as you swallowed everything he gave you. You slowly retracted him out of your mouth, desperately catching your breath in between small coughs as you settled yourself.

“Such a beautiful mess…” Gojo complimented as he looked down at you from where he was sitting.

Your chin was covered with  your saliva, your perfectly styled hair unraveling from his grip and your smokey eye makeup smudged. Gojo flicked his fingers in his direction, ordering you to get on his lap.

Your knees hurt when you stand up, the cheap fabric of your stockings already wearing from the friction against the rug. You spread your legs as you straddled him, lifting the hem of your dress up as you adjusted your position.

“ Well, well…what have we here… ” he cooed when you flashed him. “Hold your dress up for me…”

Your face grew hot but you obediently obliged as you bunched up the dress to your waist, giving Gojo a full view of your stockings that covered your bare pussy.

Gojo dragged his index finger along your slit, your arousal stringing on the tip of his finger as he pulled away from you.

You were completely soaked through.

“ Do you always show up to work without any underwear on?” he teased, bringing his finger back between your legs  and pushing the material of your stockings between your lips.

“Only when I know I am seeing you…” you replied seductively.

“Is that so?” Gojo mused, biting his bottom lip as he focused on his finger circling your folds. “How professional…”

“Actually I'm very unprofessional. I have something to confess, Gojo-san …” you whispered, dropping your dress as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear before stating, “…I touch myself whenever you’re not home .”

Gojo froze his movements. You were doing everything he described when talking about this particular fantasy: the hot maid that he comes home to who teases him into fucking her.

Oh, and you were playing the role beautifully.  

“Did you do that today?” The man questioned, directing it towards you and not the character you were pretending to be.

You giggled in his ear, “ twice .”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his free hand that wasn’t between your legs reached for his blindfold. He lifted the fabric, where a pretty blue iris was staring at you with sheer adoration.

“ Oh, angel, you continue to surprise me…”

“None of that, yet…” you announced, covering his eye as you pulled his wrist away. “ We’re still playing, Gojo-san.”

On that reply, Gojo reached for the band of your stockings. He ripped the flimsy fabric with his strong hands, tearing it straight down the middle before picking you up and laying your back against the arm rest.

“I’m going to have to start putting security cameras around the place,” he added, getting back into the role as he slipped off his hoodie. “But I think I would prefer seeing you with my own eyes…”

He instantly noticed the way you checked him out, your gaze hungry for his body. He lifted up your dress, bunching it up at the waist to reveal your torn undergarment. Your sweet pussy was glistening with your arousal and Gojo licked his lips with anticipation. He raised one of your legs over the sofa, leaving the other  to dangle off the side and exposing you completely to him.

“ Touch yourself.”

You brought your fingers to your fold, working your throbbing clit as you closed your eyes. Your body was electric, riled up to the point where you were already so sensitive as you rubbed yourself. Soft whimpers left your lips and Gojo held your knees apart as he watched you masturbate.

“Are you always this quiet?” He teased, “A dirty slut like you begging to be fucked…I’m sure you get louder than that…”

If you weren’t so heated by everything that was going on, you would have been caught off guard by what he was saying but instead you moaned at his derogatory words.

The character you were playing began blending in his mind with your own person, his dear friend, and the thought of you eagerly pleasing him made the blood rush between his legs, his arousal making him harden again.

“You hear that?” Gojo continued, knowing full well how much you enjoy his dirty talk and pointing out the way your pussy squelched as your fingers drove themselves inside you. “You’re so fucking wet and I hardly even touched you. Are you that needy already? Are you that desperate for someone to fuck this pussy of yours?”

“Y-yes…”

“Do you call out my name when you make yourself come? Do you beg for it?”

“ Mmmm, yes, Gojo-san…want you so bad …”

“If you want me to fuck you, you little slut , you’re going to have to tell me how much you want it…”

You gasped, your free hand reaching to massage your breast over your uniform as you finally opened your hazy eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your heart was racing, your body gyrating against his sofa as you slipped your fingers between your folds.

“ Mmahh, Gojo-san, I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you inside me. P-please, I need you inside me…so fucking bad…I can’t…I ca-” you voice pitched as you increased the speed of your movements, rolling your hips in circles and your dropped your head back against the arm rest.

You came all over your fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard, as you sang your noises of pleasure. You were trembling against the chair, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers from between your legs.

Gojo flipped you on your stomach, unable to hold himself back any longer. Your hands were on the arm rest, your knees pressed into the plush cushion as you spread yourself as wide as you could for him. Usually, Gojo would enjoy taking this time to lick your sweet cunt clean but he was barely holding on himself after what he witnessed.

The tip of his cock teased your lips, before he slipped himself inside you with ease, coating his entire length with your arousal. Your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder with slight panic.

“Satoru, you’re not wearing a…”

“I’ll pull out…” he replied, holding your hips up before snapping roughly into you.

You were dizzy, completely functioning on your urges without giving logic any thought. If it was anyone else, you would have stopped but Gojo wasn’t just anybody and the man had quite the control over his own body.

You cried out feeling your walls clench around him. He was moving hard and fast, fucking you roughly on his sofa, with every push harder than the last and leaving your legs trembling as you tried your best to hold yourself in place for him.

He drags his length out of you, ensuring that you felt every inch before wildly plunging back inside. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs against your stockings, your nails digging into the sofa as you whimpered.

Your drenched cunt made it so much easier for Gojo to fuck you but his slightly sadistic mind was forcing you to feel it more.

Your toes curled inside your pointed heels, your back arching as speckles of black clouded your vision. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips jerked when your orgasm compounded into you, making you drop down to your forearms as you were unable to counter your explosive release.

Gojo was covered in your juices and with a few sloppy thrusts he finally pulled himself out before finishing himself off by pumping spurts of cum all over your back, decorating your outfit with his release.

The man didn’t stop there. Instead, he flipped you onto your back bringing his hands to the buttons of the top half of your dress and ripping it apart.

Your chest was bare, covered in a bra that he tugged down until it was resting underneath your breasts. He brought his insatiable lips to your mound, rolling your pointed nipple between his thumb and index finger before closing his mouth over the other nub.

You were shaking underneath him, unable to handle any more stimulation as he pinched one nipple and peppered the other with kitten licks.

Gojo did it until he was hard again, leaving marks all over your breasts as he pushed himself inside you. He held your legs apart but you barely had anymore energy to keep up with him. Instead you kept him motivated with your pleasured mewls, praising him for all his glory.

“ Harder, please…harder….”

Gojo stopped, holding himself inside you and feeling you pulsate against him. He ensured to drag the seconds out making you whimper with impatience as you were desperate to have him continue.

“ Gojo-saaan…” you pleaded, tears pricking  your eyes as you wailed for mercy. “Don’t stop fucking-ahhhhhhh …”

You couldn’t even finish until he was thrusting inside you again. Fucking you to the heavens and back with the same intensity he did earlier. When he pulled out of you as he climaxed, he finished himself off all over your cunt, marking you with his essence.

***

Steam covered the glass door surrounding you, the warmth engulfing your body as you and Gojo stood in the hot shower together. Your body was sore but in the most pleasant way possible and you allowed the water droplets to massage your skin, closing your eyes as you exhaled and enjoying the amazing pressure from Gojo’s  shower.

You only opened your eyes when you felt Gojo’s large palm on your stomach, bringing you into his torso as he leaned down and kissed your ear.

“Did you have fun?”

The knot in the pit of your stomach twisted, sending shivers down your back from his question. He treated you with so much kindness after you both slept together. He sang you praises, telling you over and over how good you were to him as he took his time to clean you up, not allowing you to even lift a single finger while he used the time to focus on taking care of you instead.

You turned around to face him, your eyes gazing up at that unjustifiably handsome face that was uncovered because he had his hair slicked back.

“Surprisingly, I did…” you teased with a smile, placing your hands on him, as you delicately traced your fingers up and down his forearms.

His height was overbearing now that you didn’t have your heels on, and the sorcerer found himself tilting down just to look at you. His fingers pressed into your lower back as the silence filled the space between you both. Gojo used it as an opportunity to bring his lips down to meet yours, indulging himself with a kiss. He picked you up in his strong arms, before holding you against the grey tile of his bathroom wall. You moaned into his mouth, playing with his tongue as your hands reached for his neck.

“So, tell me, angel… ” he whispered into your mouth in between a kiss. “What kind of fantasies do you have?”

“Uhm, I don’t really have any fantasies…”

You felt his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking him in the eye.

“You know, if you tell me , I can return the favor…” he stated, flashing his pearly whites as he gave you an easy grin.

“You’ll think it’s stupid…”

“Try me.”

You rested your head against the tile, playing with the back of Gojo’s hair as you cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so , back in college there was this professor that I had. He was extremely good looking, I think everybody in our class had a crush on him. I realised I did too because everytime I would try speaking with him, I always jumbled up my words or said the wrong thing. It was super awkward…I mean, he wasn’t awkward but I definitely was…”  

A small laugh escaped you but Gojo was still listening attentively.

“Anyway, I never told anyone. I was with Haru and always felt like I was being a terrible girlfriend because I was just so attracted to my professor. He was also the sweetest guy, was married and had three kids…” you sighed as Gojo grazed his hand across your thigh, blushing before admitting, “…but I used to think about him taking me on his desk all the time. Like, it got to the point where I had to drop his class because he was too much of a distraction…”

Gojo chuckled, “oh, you dirty slu-OW!”

You tugged at his earlobe, pouting to stop yourself from laughing at his snide comment.

“That’s what you get,” you replied, before loosening your grip and dropping your hand to his pecs.

“Relax, it takes a slut to know one. There is no need to get offended!” he teased, shifting the joke onto himself and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, so you’ve got a little thing for a teacher/student scenario?”

“Just a little…”

Gojo brought his lips to your neck, planting small kisses upwards until he murmured against your ear.

“As a teacher myself, it will be my utmost pleasure to be your sensei for an evening,”

“You don’t have to…”

“You're not forcing me, angel. I want to,” Gojo insisted, his lips now hovering above yours. “Besides, I’m your friend, right ? We take care of each other, that’s what friends do.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes dropping down to his lips as you patiently waited to taste him on your tongue.

“Since you did a stellar job with me tonight, let me do the same for you… ” he whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it gently.

You squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as you held him close, feeling faint when Gojo kissed you again like he was pulling the oxygen straight out of your lungs.

And yet, you had no desire to let him go.

***

CHAPTER 13: SPINNING

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[zegumi]

haiii is it okay if you write for tsukishima with an s/o thats childhood bestfriends with eachother thanks

yeahh! thanks for your request haven't wrote for tsukishima in so long also idk if u wanted to lovers but i added a few more at the end just in case :))

childhood best friends with tsukishima - hcs

gn reader | sfw | fluff | just very sweet

tsukishima and yours parents went to university together and are really good friends, which somehow ended up in you too being neighbours and the best-est of friends

from a young age, tsukishima was like a brother to you, you found yourself spending way more time with him than anyone else

you guys had sleep-overs where you tried to stay awake all night but knocked out after 1hr

you guys ended up going to the same elementary, middle and high school

your friendship is very precious to eachother bc both of you know and have seen stuff about eachother that no-one else knows or will ever know of

you were there when tsukishima started playing volleyball, as much as you didn't understand what he liked about it, you enjoyed helping him practice. and when the whole situation with his brother happened, he shut every single person out except you and i'm pretty sure if it wasn't for you he would've dropped volleyball

its hard for him to open up about stuff in general but whenever he talks to you he finds it just slipping out

high school was you, tsukishima and yamaguchi as a trio, and as much as you miss it being just you and kei it wasn't so bad having yamaguchi around

you three where the elite trio and did anything and everything together

we all know tsukishima's personality is just very salty and mean, but towards you he's somewhat sweet and it's hilarious because the way he acts with you is a full 180º from how he acts with any of the other first years

he finds himself being quite protective but not in a suffocating way but just an older sibling

tsukishima as a best-friend loves gossiping and chatting shit: 85% of your conversations are just gossip but it's always so fun with him

i feel like he loves tagging you in tiktok's... but way too much honestly all your notifications are 'keitsukishim4 tagged you in'

a texter who never misspells anything and never answers facetimes

you guys have probably not hugged once in your entire friendship and tsukishima doesn't plan on it any time soon

i can see you guys being really good friends even into the farrr future, like little lunch dates and cheering him on in his games.

your bond is unbreakable no matter what he always seems to be the tsukishima kei who lives next door

you guys are soulmates

to lovers from here

your song: untitled - rex orange county

i think tsukishima was the first one to catch feelings, and it was pretty early on. he fell in love with the person you made him feel and then he fell in love with you

as much as this man sucks at emotions his crush on you is painfully obvious... his whole team knows and yamaguchi and hinata are constantly teasing him

he gets flushed whenever your name gets brought up and whenever he's with you he is almost always fiddling with his fingers

yamaguchi is the only person who knows about your crush on him, and he swears never to tell but the amount of times he nearly slipped up is comedic

sometimes yamaguchi will just leave in the middle of a conversation with an excuse hoping that you guys will finally confess but when you guys both realise what he's doing neither of you can form a full sentence

its funny because you guys have been friends for 15 years and just now you suddenly you have nothing to say,

and even though he's seen your face countless times before every time he sees it now its like he's meeting you for the first time

i think there's something in tsukishima's brain just clicks and he just confesses out of nowhere, its happy and embarrassing and you start laughing, this just makes him so confused and you ask how long has he liked you and he says "i don't know it just happened but definitely longer than i knew"

you guys make a really cute couple nonetheless

heres the hcs for a relationship with tsukishima

i miss haikyuu...

i hope whoever requested this enjoys it and i'm painfully sorry it took me this long

#my world my love my everything #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukki #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima kei headcanons #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #hq headcannons #.zu hcs #tsukishima fluff

[wearebothdrunk]

hey!! Can you do a pillow talk fic with sebastian stan?

yes, of course!

Pillow talk 

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word counting: 1712

Warnings: Smut; some fluff

Summary: Some pillow talk with you and sebastian

A/N: Thank you sm for the request! i loved the idea. i had to add some other things because i´m not creative enough to write a lot of pillow talk lmao. But hope you liked anyway. Also, this is the first time i write smut so i´m sorry if this is to awkward.

disclamer: If the Romanian quote it´s misspelled, please send me a message i took it from google translator.

Tag: @dpr-hoe

* gif not mine*

You and Sebastian were at the Marvel Studios all day because he had to do a lot of photoshoots for the new series "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier", in which your boyfriend was the protagonist.

You loved to be able to be with Sebastian in his work, but after 3 hours you were super tired.

"If you want, you can go home. Take the keys, I'll take an Uber," he said, grabbing your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead and handing you the keys.

" I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle another hour and go with you," you told him handing him back the keys.

"Okay love, but at least go get something to eat"

"Okay dad" you mocked him.

When he was going to tell you something, you got interrupted by his manager. "I hate to interrupt, but they need you Sebastian for one last shot." His face dropped.

"You need to go," you said trying to give him motivation.

"Okay," he said in a sad voice.

He gave you one last kiss and left for the session.

Sebastian was always very worried about you when you went to one of his sessions or interviews because they left him exhausted, so he didn't want you to feel the same way he did.

You decided to go and buy his favorite dessert to cheer him up, tiramisu. ( i searched that lmao)

you went to a store that you knew nearby to buy some.

By the time you got back, Sebastian was being photographed wearing Bucky's suit and the Cap's shield. He looked damn hot.

"Okay guys, let's take a quick break"

Sebastian ran to you.

"You disappeared for a moment. Is everything okay?" he said giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I just went to get some food like you told me to."

" oh okay. Two more pictures and I´m all yours," he said smiling and kissing you again.

"I bought your favorite! "

He looked at you confused until you showed him a bag with a box of Tiramisu.

"TIRAMISU" he shouted laughing " this honestly made my day. thank you babe!" he said putting his two hands behind your neck and kissing you passionately.

"I think I have to buy you some more tiramisu han," you said giggling

"Aren't you going to eat now?" you asked him as he put the tiramisu back in the bag.

"I prefer to eat it on you" he whispered

It took you a moment to realize. "Wait... What?" you said

"I have to go, two more pictures."

You smiled. Did Sebastian Stan just said what you think he said?!

* 30 minutes later*

"I'm ready. let's go home".

*when you arrived home*

As you passed your door´s house, you were pulled into Sebastian's arms, leaving a small, almost non-existent, space between your lips and his. You giggled and he kissed you deeply. You both took off your shoes. He began to remove your clothes, starting with your jacket, leaving it on the floor, which you both stepped over. You made all of this without taking your lips from each other. As more you went up the stairs, the more undressed you became. You both arrived in the bedroom with only your underwear on.

"Where's the tiramisu?" he said in between the kiss.

"Why do you need the tiramisu?" you said pretending not to know.

you pulled him back in for another kiss. He pushed the kiss away making you moan.

"Y/n, the tiramisu?" he said impatiently

"downstairs" you mumbled

He pushed you, softly, onto the bed, making you be lying down.

"Wait here," he said in the middle of the kiss and got up.

" don't be long"

Seconds later he was already in the room again with the bag of tiramisu. He set it down on the bed and went straight to you for another kiss.

"God I missed you," you said

"I was only gone a few seconds," he said giggling

" Yeah, but for someone that is horny, that feels like hours" you pulled him in for another kiss.

He began to remove your panties and bra leaving only your necklace on.  You began to put your fingers under his boxers to pull them off for good.

"I want to fuck you so bad y/n" he whispered.

"Then fuck me," you said.

He began to run his lips all over your body, making you moan.

When he got close to your sensitive area, you could feel his breath. You put your hands tangled in his hair preparing yourself for what was coming, but to your surprise, he stopped.

"What? Really," you said in frustration.

" calm down babe. I'm not done yet."

You saw him grab the bag with the tiramisu you bought him.

" Really?" you said

He started to take the lid off and put a spoon inside taking a little bit to taste.

"This is really good y/n," he said with a pleased look on his face.

He started to lean towards you.

" do you want to taste it?" he asked you with a smirk

" okay"

he put a small piece of the dessert in your mouth getting you all dirty.

"Oh sorry, let me clean it up" he leaned in for a kiss and created a sensation that you never felt before.

you giggled.

"It tastes so much better on you babe," he said

he started to take some more, getting ready to put it in your belly and the rest of your body.

"Do you want it?" he asked to make sure you were comfortable.

You looked at him without answering. You could feel your heart beating and were sure that he could hear it too.

"That's okay babe, we can just save it for the movie"

you grabbed his hand. "no, I want Seb" you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked again

" yes"

As he heard those words coming from your mouth, he continued what he was doing before.

As soon as you felt the dessert touch your belly you let out a little moan.

" it's cold," you said giggling

He put it in all the pleasured places of your body. When it finally got close to your core you started to moan louder.

" Seb..." you said as you felt his lips sucking the mess he has done on you.

" God, I love you sm," he said in between your moans.

When he was ready, he posed the tiramisu on the bedside table, kissing you again.

" You are so beautiful" he whispered.

he started giving you kisses on the neck, driving you insane.

"I want you, Seb"

"I want you more" he whispered putting his cock inside of you.

you both moan.

As he moved in and out of you, your breaths became heavier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes

"God Seb, I'm gonna come too"

he started to go deeper and faster, making you come first

" oh god, you´re beautiful baby" he let out in his moans.

You started to moan louder when he finally came.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he lay down on your side.

You put your head on his shoulder and one of your legs on top of his.

"That was good," you said, looking up into his eyes.

He smiled, " yeah, it was a very good baby," he said pulling your hair away from your face.

"Why were you so nervous when I asked you to do... you know what," he asked you

" Oh, it was nothing," you said, clearly lying to him.

"Babe, the truth please. you can feel free to talk to me about that kind of stuff. You are my pattern, I don't want to put you in uncomfortable situations. "

"You didn't put me in an uncomfortable situation. I liked it, a lot." you giggled and he smiled. "But I was just afraid I wasn't up to your expectations in sex, you know? You're the first person I've ever had a real relationship with. Before you, I only had a one-night stand, which I regret. "

"Babe, you're always higher than my expectations. sex is not what I  most like about being with you, although it is great. I asked you if you wanted to do it because I feel we have that intimacy. I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I do with you," he said.

You smiled and held him tighter.

You started talking and talking about everything and nothing. You felt comfortable with each other after all your feeling for him was unique.

"Say something in Romanian," you asked him

"what do you want me to say"

"I don't know, something"

" hmm, vreau să am o familie cu tine" he said smiling at you.

" That was hot," you said and he laughed.

" I'm sure that's a stupid or dirty sentence by your reaction," you said smiling.

" I said I want to have a family with you,"

You were speechless, did he really felt that way?

"and I mean it" he added. "But I don't want to pressure you or anything, let's do it when you feel read-."

he was interrupted with your lips pressed against his. "Let's do it." you said

He looked at you and you could see his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"are you, are you sure, I mean-"

"yes, that's all I want with you"

he got on top of you and you giggled. " I love you y/n"

"I love you too Sebastian Stan" and then he kissed you again.

" you could teach him Romanian," you said

" him?" he giggled.

" yes!!"

" no, first a girl and then a boy," he said smiling at you.

" Two kids?" you asked him

" well, yes, a boy and a girl, but if you don't want-"

" Two boys and one girl," you told him

" hell no," he said laughing

You spent the whole night arguing and laughing about your future making you both realize that this was all you wanted for life.

( they had two boys and one girl haha)

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Constant craving (Caspian x fem!reader)

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Paring: Prince Caspian x fem!reader

Universe: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word Count: 1007

Warnings: Very poor written introduction to smut scene. 

Summary: The one where coldness bring them closer to each other.

It was one of the coldest days of the year, but it didn't stop Y/N from going for a walk in the royal gardens. She loved how that place looked covered in snow. She wore her thickest coat and gloves and asked her ladies-in-waiting to wait for her in the castle since she knew that they hate cold. She walked around her favourite places with a big smile, greeting every person she met. She sat at an arbour near the lake and watched everything around her. She didn't know how much time she spent there when she heard footsteps on snow. She turned to look at the incoming person, and she smiled when she saw Caspian. "Y/N, what are you doing here? It's freezing!" "I just wanted to sit here a little." She laughed softly, watching how he sat next to her, placing a blanket on their legs. "Thank you." She touched his arm softly. "I couldn't let my Queen freeze to death." He chucked, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. She looked up and kissed his lips softly. He moved one hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him. His other hand slowly snuck to her cheek, which he delicately caressed. He frowned a little when she shuddered and gasped. She looked at him with big eyes. "Where do you have your gloves?!" She screamed at him, taking off her own and holding his hands in hers. She began to rub them delicately, to warm them up. She brought his hands to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle. "You silly… You brought a blanket for me, but it's you who will end as an icicle." "My love for you warms me enough to not freeze." She began to laugh, watching his sweet smile.  She kissed him softly, holding his hands close to her body. "Come, you need something hot to drink and a hot bath." She got up, still holding his hand. When Caspian stood next to her, he moved his hand to the small of her back. They walked around gardens for a few minutes, getting closer to the castle. When they walked into their chambers, Y/N asked one of the maids for tea and prepared a bath for the king. She took off her gloves and smiled when she felt Caspian's hands on her hips and later a soft kiss on her cheek. "Let me help you, my love," Caspian whispered near her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. His hands moved to the buttons of her coat. He undid them, placing small kisses on her neck. "Cas… someone may walk in." "Then they'll see a loving husband who cherishes his stunning wife." "Aren't you a sweet talker?" Y/N giggled, feeling his hands on her arms, slowly taking off her coat. She bit her bottom lip to stop a moan, feeling his teeth on her skin. She saw how he threw her cloak on their bed and moved his hands along her body. He stopped when he heard a knock on the door. "Your majesties, the bath is ready." "Thank you, Emel. Could you tell my secretary that the queen and I won't be available for the rest of the day? And after you bring the tea, all of you can go rest. If we need something, we will find someone." "Of course, your majesty." When the door closed behind her, Caspian turned his wife to face him. He saw her flirty smile, and he squeezed her hips lightly. He lowered his head and stopped when his lips were just a few centimetres from hers. He couldn't help the smile that went to his face when he saw how Y/N parted her lips, trying to get closer to him. "Will you accompany me in the bath, my dear?" "I'll be honoured, my king." she breathed out, pulling him closer and finally connecting their lips. Caspian moaned softly, tightening his hold on her hips. Slowly, he lowered his hands on her body and quickly lifted her. She squeaked on his mouth, making him chuckle. He put her down when they reached the bathroom,  and he slowly started undoing the corset of her dress. He took his time with this task. He placed soft kisses on every newly exposed piece of her skin. When she was left only in her underwear, she stopped him and started taking off his clothes. "You sure we need a bath, love?" He chuckled, watching how feverishly she helped him take off his shirt. "We cannot waste the hard work of our subjects. And also... It's not good to waste so much water, my dear." They stripped off their remnants of their clothes, and Caspian entered the bathtub first. He watched how Y/N's body moved when he helped her carefully join him. Just a second after she was next to him, she again connected their lips. She felt his hands caressing her body. She moaned when he put them on her breast and then when he moved his lips on her jaw, placing wet kisses upon her throat to collarbone. She felt his hardening cock against her thigh. She moved her hips to stroke his slightly and smiled when she heard his low moan. They spend a lot of time exploring each other's bodies. They didn't care that water became cold and too much of it for their liking ended up on the floor. They didn't care about moans and groans that left their throats. The only thing they could think about was how to please the person they loved and how to reach their own high. Little did they know that a few of the young maids heard them, walking down the corridor. All of them giggled with flushed faces when they spread the news to their friends. And when they were caught talking about this, they were rebuked by older women. But even they exchanged meaningful smiles and silently prayed about an heir.  

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Author’s note: I’m calmed down after yesterdays night, but it still hurt that I can’t take that course. Also, I’m sorry about this fic... I know that it’s not the best I could write, but I hope you understand... Take care of yourself and have a nice day! 

Thank you for reading! Please, let me know what are you thinking about this one! Your comment means a world for me and motivates me to work! Also, taglist is open! If you want to be added just let me know! In advance, I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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📽 📼LET’S (NOT) KEEP IT PG PART 3 📼 📽

Prompt: Drew and Y/N are reunited once again

Word count: Long!

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18, fluff (by the end), smut, vaginal sex, anal sex, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69, anal plug, dirty talking, trichophilia (hair kink - pulling), asphyxiation kink (breath play - chocking) in other words: just pure filth😈

Tagging: @jibbles26 , @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: Originally this shouldn’t be up until March but you already know me: I have no self respect at all! In a conversation with the lovely Marissa aka MJ, aka @howdareyouhydra. She asked if I could come up with a part 2 and 3 for the original “Let’s (Not) Keep It PG”. Part 1 and 2 are already up (you can read it on my Masterlist) and this is the finale: part 3! I thought to myself: Go big or go home! So here’s the result of it! Also: I tried to keep it “as real as possible” SPECIALLY with the first time anal thing. I just want to put it out there that communication is KEY and HIGHLY important kiddos, so please before doing the dirty business find someone who will truly care about you and your wellbeing! Not only with their own pleasure, ok?!...Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊)You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

❤️Drewy❤️: I’ll be home in 20 minutes

I reread the message Drew sent me once more. Staring to feel the goosebumps all over my skin.

I was patiently waiting for him in the bedroom, dressed in a lavender mini circle skirt; nude underneath it, a white tulle crop top with my breasts bare and some sheer white medium length socks.

I listen to the sounds of Drew’s heavy footsteps upon the dark wooden stairs, that are now leading him to our bedroom.

The door swung open and an impatient Drew, dressed in a black dress shirt and pants comes in my direction.

“Finally!” He grunts, giving me a bear hug while inhaling deeply upon the nape of my neck “Argh, I missed ya so much. I missed your smell, your skin, your lips” He kisses me urgently.

“I missed you too baby, those two months without you were a literal hell” I close my grip tighter around his neck.

“I know, princess” He coos “But we’ll have one whole week to make up for lost time” Smiling he kissed me again

“How’s daddy’s little girl doing?” He whispered

“Lonely, without you,”

“We’ll fix that right away, love” He began to kiss my neck

“Daddy...I have a surprise for you” I smirked when he backed away to look at me

“Surprise?”

I nod “Yeah, while daddy was away I took the time to prepare myself so daddy can claim the one thing he hasn’t claimed yet”

I watch as all the blood from Drew’s face is drained in disbelief

“Did you really?” He breathlessly asked

“Yes, do you wanna see it daddy?” I deviously grinned

Drew just nods, completely speechless as I lean in all fours on top of the bed with my bottom facing him. He scooted closer and lift my skirt slowly up to my hips, moaning a long ‘fuck me’ in a thick accent when his eyes encounter the beautiful dark pink with a flower base, glass butt plug.

“Did you liked my surprise, daddy?” I smiled innocently, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Liked? Oh love, I hope you’re not planning to go somewhere tomorrow ‘cause I’m sure you won’t be able to even get up from the bed!” He caresses my butt cheeks “You’re so perfect, princess. So fucking perfect” He praised “Turn over and lay down for me, love”

Drew unbuttoned his dress shirt, eyes glued to mine. He slowly takes the shirt off, letting it slide through his arms until it reached the floor, followed by his pants and underwear.

He kneels down, dragging me closer to him. The movement made my skirt go up to my waist.

“I missed this sweet pussy” He let a glob of spit fall upon my clit so it would drip down to my entrance. Drew watched until his spit reached the bedsheet, only then leaning in to give me long, teasing licks until he focused on my clit and slid one finger in.

“You managed to get even tighter without daddy, love?” He added a second finger in “I can barely fit two fingers inside of you”

He moves his fingers at a slow pace as he incredibly softly sucks on my clit.

Low moans fell from my lips when he speeds the pace of his fingers and tongue

“Daddy, please” I beg

“What do you want, princess?”

“I want daddy’s cock on my mouth” I babble

Drew slowly removes his fingers, lay down on the bed and motions for me crawl to him.

“Straddle my face, baby” He says panting

As soon as he has his face between my thighs he pulls my core towards his face and I lean down to suck him off.

The bedroom soon filled with our muffled moans of pleasure. I can feel my orgasm reaching close, making me suck Drew even harder. He slides two fingers in, pumped twice and that was enough to make me reach my high. With Drew’s own orgasm followed by, once he feels my walls suck his fingers in.

I swallowed his seed, turning over to meet his blue eyes.

“Come here” He beckons me

I crawl to him, hovering his body. He rapidly pulled me up, so he could kiss me vigorously.

“Think you can take another round right now? ‘Cause I want that pussy AND that ass” He nibs my jaw

“I’ve been waiting two months for that. Ruin me, daddy” I smirked

“Oh princess, you should’ve chose wiser words” He laughs, entering my core in one swift motion and wasting no time to pound me roughly.

“Oh fuck” I moaned. The way the butt plug pushed my walls further to the front, made the whole pounding feel like it never felt before. The whole sensation was like being doubled penetrated.

Drew close his fingers around my neck, pressing it lightly as he kisses me, tossing his free arm around my waist to keep me in place.

“Did you missed daddy’s cock, princess?”

I nod lightly

He releases his grip on my neck to only keep my head in place by locking his thick fingers on top of my head, firmly gripping my hair.

“Did you missed the way how daddy’s cock stretches your pussy, love?”

I nod again

“I bet your vibrator can’t do that, can it?”

“No, daddy. Only you can” I whispered

“Argh” He growls and pounds me even harder “I love how your pussy feels around my cock baby” He pulls me down by my hair so his lips can whisper in my ear every kind of obscenity you can think off: how good I felt, how his cock missed me, how he couldn’t wait to fuck my ass...With every filthy word his accent grew thicker and thicker. Drew always knew that dirty talking was my weakness and also the fastest way to make me cum.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my second orgasm, he continued to pound me but this time it was softer, making the orgasm last longer.

Drew caresses my cheeks, whispering

“Are you ok?”

*Always so thoughtful* I thought

“I’ll be better once you fuck me in the ass” I giggled and he laughs

“There’s nothing that I want more right now than to fuck your ass, baby. But I don’t want to push ya too far...I don’t wanna hurt ya” He brushes my hair with his fingers

“Drew” I caress his beard “I love how much you care about my wellbeing, but trust me, tiger: You won’t hurt me and I’m still really turned on, so would you please, kindly, fuck me?” I bat my lashes

“You’re gonna kill me someday, woman” He grunts, carefully sliding out of me

“Where’s the lube?” He asks in a raspy voice

“Nightstand”

He got up from the bed and took the plastic bottle on his hand, leaning down to kiss me softly

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too, Drewy”

He smiles fondly “Turn around, princess”

Drew squirted some of the lube on his length, carefully took out the glass plug and squirted more lube upon my hole, inserting one finger in and out

“Are you ready, love?”

“Drew, stop teasing me” I yelped

“So eager, aren’t you?” He laughs, positioning his cock’s head upon my hole, carefully entering me.

The feeling was...new, the fact that I took my time to prepare myself with the plugs undoubtedly helped, a lot! He entered easier than if I didn’t had, but at the same time Drew is thicker and bigger than the butt plug so the pressure was different. Not hurtful, just new. He was half way in when he stop it.

“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, drawing soothing circles with his palm on my back

“Yeah, it’s just different”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Different...weird” I laughed lightly

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No”

“Y/N, love. Talk to me, I need to know how you’re feeling” Worry surrounding his voice

“It doesn’t hurt or anything like that, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s just that you’re bigger AND thicker than the plug, so it’s a new feeling that’s all. But not bad, you’ve got the green light Scotsman” I joke

“Ok” He chuckled “But if at anytime you feel like you wanna stop, you let me know ok?”

I nod

“I’m serious Y/N, at ANYTIME”

“Noted!” I mock him and gained a hard slap on my ass

Drew slowly moved until he was buried deep inside.

“Motherfucker” He faintly moaned and stayed still for what it felt like ages

“Drew, are you ok back there?” I mock “Aren’t you gonna move?” I ask

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a second” His voice breathless “I need to focus, because you feel too fucking good and I will be damned if I cum just now! So I just needed to breathe” He says and slowly started to move.

The once weird feeling became extremely erotic when he started to move. It was still different, but incredibly good.

“Daddy” I call

And look behind my shoulder to see Drew’s eyes glued to the sight of his cock going in and out of my ass and I could swear, I saw some drool escaping his lips. I’ve never seen him so turned on before and the vision woke up a primal part in me.

“Daddy” I call again, but this time louder

He awakens from his lust haze and stopped moving

“What’s wrong princess? Do ya want daddy to stop?”

“No” I whined “I want daddy to go faster”

“Faster? Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please daddy” My eyes pleaded to him

Drew circled one arm around my waist, pulling me up and out of my in all fours position so I could be kneeling down on the bed and started to increase his pace.

One arm around my waist, another vigorously gripping my hip and a fast pounding got me moaning loudly.

He started to bite my cheek, neck and jaw line, making me lift my arm up so I could bury my fingers on his dark hair, keeping his face glued to mine.

Drew releases his grip upon my hips to roam down and rub my clit.

“In, put it in, please” I babble incoherently but he (thankfully) understood

Entering my core with two fingers and roughly finger fucking me.

It was all too much and too good. His cock inside my hole, his fingers in my core, the biting, the moaning...it was all so dirty and lustful.

“I’m gonna need you to cum princess, Right now!” He mumbled

With two more thrusts I came the most eye rolling orgasm I’ve ever had in my life! I was coming down from my high, when I felt Drew pulling out and the hot spurts of his thick seed landing on my butt cheeks.

I collapse onto the bed, with Drew landing by my side a few seconds later, after cleaning us up.

“That was...beyond this world” I mumbled with my face pressed against the mattress

He laughed loudly before saying

“YOU are beyond this world!” He pulls me towards him like a rag doll, turning me over so I could lay on my back “Are you ok?”

“Drew, I’m fine! More than fine” I giggled

“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?”

I lightly touch the frown between his eyebrows “You’re never too rough, you’re a perfect gentleman every single time” I pecked his lips

He shyly smiles, slightly blushing

“Thank you for the surprise. I really, really loved” He said and stared at me for a few minutes

“What?” I ask, feeling incredibly exposed due to his intense staring

“You’re so beautiful, on the outside undoubtedly! But on the inside as well. Just so beautiful...I can’t imagine my life without you” His voice is in pure awe

I never knew how to react whenever he said those sort of sweet and deep words to me, Drew was always the romantic one: expressing himself, talking about his feelings and wishes. Me? I was the complete opposite: shut down, didn’t like to show that many emotions, didn’t knew how to express my feelings. I was ‘the ice queen’ as he used to tease me ever since we’ve met. It took me precisely 2 YEARS to take the courage to finally say that I loved him, when he was able to do it after 2 months!

I didn’t knew how to reply to his beautiful, kind, loving words so I decided to deal with it, my way: Break the uncomfortableness with a joke

“Does that means my Voodoo dolls have worked then?” I narrowed my eyes “You got no choice but to stay with me forever, McIntyre” I chanted as if it was a spell

He laughs like a child, cups my cheeks and says

“I do have a choice, love! And I choose you, everyday! Today, tomorrow and forever! My one only gal” He winks and I blushed

Already thinking what other joke could I crack in order to break the spell he casted on me now...

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