#can you tell all this shit is going in one ear and out the other

[yxami]

Yandere nurse friend thing , let’s say he’s a nurse and I’ll incorporate that more next time.

yandere desc: yandere friend x gn reader, possessiveness, slight manipulation, jealousy, attacks on others etc. general yandere behavior

You’ve found a new friend ever since you moved into this new neighborhood, an upscale one with a gate, keeping everyone safe and secure. At least the most you can feel when you’ve been seeing the news coverage twice this past month.

They solemnly look at the first neighbor, attacked by something, someone, it was all a blur, too fast pace to the point that when they had the wind knocked out of their lungs, they didn’t know where it went.

The second neighbor explained the almost exact same situation. Both going outside at night for separate reasons, under distress after something powerful attacked them for no apparent reason. It was scary, terrifying for everyone here. If these gates couldn’t protect them, then what was the point of being here?

The victims both showcase their similar wounds, either grazed by a blade or claw, it was deep and painful, all over their chest and arms.

“I think they’re being dramatic, surely the attack wasn’t that serious since they both got discharged only a few days later” Your friend appears, shutting off the tv, he’s annoyed by how much coverage these two got. They were milking it, acting as if they hadn’t made eye contact with him before he sprinted away.

But they didn’t see human like eyes, they saw the eyes of a creature that was only looking for a reason to not continue the brutal attack, easily being able to drain the life out of them if they so tested him. What would be stopping him from just finishing them off?

“Well, they’re probably just shaken up, y’know something like that isn’t easy to get over” Your eyes trail the black screen, skinning carrots with the peeler tightly gripped in your hand. The moisture from the carrots made the rubber handle slippery, making one little distraction cut you skin just like it did with the vegetable.

“Shit” You wince, suckling the wound to help the stinging pain was your first thought, and you were about to before your hand was snatched away in his.

“You always get distracted and hurt yourself” He sighs in worry, looking over your wound before rummaging in your pantry for the first aid kit. He hardly lets you take hold of your own hand before he sends you off to the couch, making the rest of dinner on his own, no matter how many times you try entering the kitchen to help.

“I mean it, go sit back, I’m almost done anyways, I don’t want you cutting yourself again, I have enough to worry about” He glares daggers at you, a warning that makes you sigh but you realize it’s just because he cares about you, even if it’s a harsh way of doing so.

You collapse on the couch with a sigh, feeling your sore muscles pressed against the soft cushioning, you wonder why your body is even sore, you haven’t been doing much, just resting.

Despite your day off supposed to be relaxing, you can’t get rid of this internal gut feeling, telling you to keep thinking of those attacks, you decide to turn on the news again. Immediately it pops up the interviews again from this morning, they describe their thoughts and worries so vividly, it must be something haunting them at night now.

His ear perks at hearing those familiar voices playing again, looking from over the kitchen he can see the news playing, and you watching it. Why are you so interested in it? It’s.. irritating.

He’s not going to have you worry about something he did, even if it was for the sake of you. They deserved more, but he gracefully let them go just because he knew you’d be scared shitless if they were murders.

Both were cocky assholes that tried hitting on you, he could just tell they were challenging him. Every little smirk and laugh, so condescending, believing they were superior, each truly thinking they would be able to whisk you away from him.

With every little memory he recalls, he slices the carrots faster, and faster, until it’s complete muscle memory controlling his hands.

They should be glad they weren’t put down like the dogs they are, euthanized for being troublesome, killed for being selfish fucking—

A drop of blood falls on the board, and then more droplets fall, until it seems like a rainfall of blood is appearing from somewhere. He looks at his finger, seeing he had deeply cut it, a few seconds more and he might’ve been able to fully snap it off.

He’s stupid for getting so worked up about these idiots, they’ll both just live in fear for the rest of their pathetic lives and stay inside, and if it doesn’t work then he’ll just finish them off. He’s gotten away with worse before, some blood on his hands won’t bug him.

“Hey are you almost done with dinner? I thought I wasn’t too hungry but now I can really feel my stomach rumbling” You walk in, yawning as you do, your vision stops blurring and you see him covering his hand.

“Yeah, almost done, go sit back down” He says with a smile, hoping you wouldn’t fuss over his wound too much if you saw.

“Are you bleeding? What happened? Did you cut yourself?” You practically teleport to his side, assessing his wound before making him clean it with some cold water, cleaning it with antiseptic wipes and bandaging him immediately after.

“And you said I was the clumsy one” You frown slightly, hoping his wound would heal fine without help from the hospital he works at.

“Thanks, I just got distracted” He grins with a slight chuckle, hugging you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. “I’m really happy I could hangout with you today” He whispers softly in your ears, comfortably having you in his arms, almost a little too possessively, but you don’t notice.

He knows why the way he is, and it’s because of you. You’re his cure, he needs you, or else life would be pointless without you in it.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere male oc #yandere male #yandere friend #yandere boy #yandere x gn reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #Yandere nurse

[ot9snumber1]

masterpiece

artist!son chaeyoung x reader

summary: sana's curious about that painting hung on your wall

warnings: pure smut, fucking on the canvas, implied poly!sachaeng x reader

notes: "quick blurb" to celebrate chae's day that turned into a short fic! dedicated to @nr1chaedickrider of course <3

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you notice that sana had been staring off into the distance, her hand constantly swirling the wine as the gears turn in her head.

you follow her gaze, looking back to see chaeyoung's newest painting. to anyone else, it was unintelligible. the colors were splashed together in an almost unharmonious way, creating ugly browns in the midst of bright pinks and yellows.

to you, it was chaeyoung's greatest act of love.

"is that chaeyoung's new painting?" she asks, crossing one leg over the other. you nod, feeling the excitement creep up your neck at the thought of her figuring out what it meant. you didn't need to explain it, really, sana was a smart girl.

"looks nice." she smiles knowingly, finally sipping her drink. "you must have really inspired her." sana adds, her expression teasing. you laugh.

"you could say that, yeah."

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chaeyoung's careful not to get any paint on her hand, making sure the lower half of your body doesn't either.

one hand is on your boob, massaging gently as she continues to push her tongue inside of your mouth. "fuck—chae—" you groan, making her smile as her fingers slowly run along your folds.

"yeah, baby, keep moving like that." chaeyoung whispers against your ear, smile growing devilish as you continue to squirm around the canvas. you aren't sure how your back hasn't hurt from the rough texture—you'd guess it was the wet paint saving you. (though, you hated how it was definitely going to dry in your hair later.)

chaeyoung's fingers slowly enter your pulsing core, slow and steady just to watch you get desperate. "shit—faster!" you breathe out, paint–covered hands reaching up to grab chaeyoung's shoulders. she didn't care if you'd leave colorful stains on her skin, it was just part of her artistic process.

she presses a chaste kiss to your lips, eyes hungry and tongue poking out as she quickens the flicks of her wrist. "anything for you, baby. just keep moving like that, yeah?" she hums, knowing her words fall on deaf ears as your eyes roll back from the feeling of her cold ring graze your entrance with every thrust.

chaeyoung doesn't tease you today. she doesn't make you beg, nor does she degrade you like she usually did. this was more than having you writhe under her—it was her sharing her greatest passion with her greatest love.

she only observes, holding your waist with one hand while the other continues to fuck you good. she's bordering on being rough, her moves were almost calculated. chaeyoung knew you like the back of her hand. she knew exactly how to get you to squirm as much as the painting needed you to.

you don't even have to tell her that you were close, the way your grip tightened on her shoulders and how your teeth caught your bottom lip was enough. "that's my girl." she smiles tenderly as her fingers curl inside you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body as you ride out your high.

her pace slows down as she peppers gentle kisses all over your face, slowly rubbing your thighs with her other hand.

"five minutes and it's your turn to paint." chaeyoung whispers, pulling you up to sit.

you turn around to see that the canvas was only half–colored. the other half was reserved for chaeyoung's body to come undone on.

you smile excitedly, grabbing chaeyoung's cheeks and kissing her.

—

"i helped her with it."

"i can tell." sana replies. you were both standing in front of the painting now, each and every 'stroke' clear to her eyes.

she clears her throat, turning to you.

"you should tell chae to invite me next time. i'm really good at painting, y'know?" she whispers, hand on your ass.

it was a death wish for you, you think. you could hardly handle them one at a time, much less the two of them fucking you hard enough just so you'd move around the canvas.

it didn't sound like a terrible idea, though.

"i'll keep that in mind."

#son chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung x reader #son chaeyoung smut #twice smut #twice imagines #son chaeyoung imagines

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Could you make fluffy headcanons for Lo’ak? Babie deserves some luv 🥹

YES!! I need more asks for lo’ak bc I love writing for my man😩

Warnings~ some suggestive themes, but other than that none! Just fluff<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

🎀 ~ babyboy actually adores you sm:( he’s such a little lovesick puppy it’s so cute

🎀~ like, one time you had to go away for a hunting trip, and the second you got back home he was practically glued to you. Telling you how much he missed you and how much he loved you:(

🎀~ loves when you play with his hair, or when you braid it (and ofc he does the same to u)

🎀~ ik we ALLL know it, but he’s such a “my love/ma tìyawn” , “ma” , “mama” “mamas”, typa guy and it SHOWS

🎀~ always checks up on you, like hes so in tune with you’re emotions. He can tell what’s bothering you just by your body language and breathing

🎀~ always convinces you to do dumb shit with him😭 and if you’re already naturally a reckless person you’d just add to his fire

🎀~ says “again” or “one more, mama” after kissing you (you always giggle and grant his wish ofc)

🎀~ holds and kisses you when you’ve had a bad day, having cramps or if you’re feeling a certain way:(

🎀~ always makes time for you, no matter what. He cares for you and he makes sure you know it.

🎀~ hates the people you hate, and if he catches them talking about you, you will be coming home to him with bloody hands and a bruised face.(the others looked worse tho!)

🎀~ will randomly compliment you when you’re doing something, just to see you get all giddy and excited

🎀~ hugs from behind, and amazing hand placement 😩

🎀~ “hyper bf 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 hyper gf“

🎀~ loves to cuddle. Will literally pull you onto him (because he’s always taking advantage of how much more stronger he is than you) and force you to cuddle with him. And if you try to get off he’ll just lay on top of you!

“Lo’ak! Please! Get off of me! You’re too heavyy!” You shout, but he could care less. He was too busy shoving his face into the softness of your tits.

“I don’t care! You’ve been up for way too long and I need you to relax.” He demanded, pressing more of his body weight onto you.

You huff in annoyed, opening your mouth to say let out a snarky comment, but closing it the second he lifts his head up to glare at you like he knew what you were going to say. Finally making you submit to his advance, falling asleep under the comfortable weight of his body immediately.

🎀~ knows you have a tendency to overthink, so he’ll constantly be there to reassure you. And you always do the same for him.

🎀~ whenever he gets into in argument with his dad/ just has a bad day, he’ll always go straight to you. And you always know by the way his ears and tail hang all low and his his shoulders are slightly ridged, so without hesitation you take him into your arms (barley tho) and stroke his hair gently, allowing him to finally relax as he tells you briefly what happened.

🎀~ will pick you up randomly and throw you over his shoulder/ carry you bridal style. Especially if you’re talking to someone and he wants your attention ;(

🎀~ “bf that talks a lot 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 gf that also talks a lot, but listens”

A/N~ here’s a lil sum before I start writing for “pandoras glow”! I kinda got a lil bored of writing this so I apologize if it’s a lil short😭 regardless tho I hope you enjoyed! Love you guys endlessly and stay safe💕

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[sl0t4matt]

m. guiu bf! head canons (requested)

❀ he‘s crazy about you.

❀ his friends like to tease him about how obsessed he is with you but he doesn’t care. how could he not? in his eyes you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. outside and inside.

❀ he doesn’t want to spend his time with anyone that isn’t you.

❀ “marc! we’re gonna go out to eat with the team. you know, to celebrate tonight’s win.”

❀ “i’m okay, my girl is waiting for me.” he would say.

❀ you on the other hand like to also go out with your friends, since you never want to be that person, that does nothing with her friends anymore just because she’s dating someone.

❀ marc understands and waits in your bed for you, or calls hector out, since he’s always pissed marc completely neglects him when you’re around him.

❀ he just can’t help it. he’s head over heels for you. you got him charmed.

❀ you always send thirsty edits of him to him on tiktok.

❀ “fuck i look good.” he would say.

❀ but oh, can he be a part of the sassy man apocalypse. hitting you with comebacks you wouldn’t have even thought about. not even just that he would hit you with smart ass remarks. he was good with them. leaving you speechless sometimes.

❀ one thing about marc is he will spoil you. no matter how many times you tell him not to. that you do not need that prada bag on your pinterest board. it seems to be going in one ear and out of the other because he has almost bought you your whole pinterest wishlist.

❀ one of his most expensive gifts would be the catier bracelet that has his name engraved on it. you wear it every day to show everyone off but also feel close to him no matter where he is.

❀ you were so mad at him for buying it at first because of the price and how you don’t need all of that. that he’s enough. but he says he “wanted to” and shushes you.

❀ you’re his passenger princess.

❀ you have all of your lip products in his car. it almost looks like it’s your car.

❀ he always lets you put on your playlist since you think his music taste is shit.

❀ you influenced him though, because now he knows almost every song of your favourite artists and also listens to them while practice.

❀ he gets you your favourite flowers on every date you guys have. you could say it’s his love language to surprise you with flowers. even if the both of you just lay in your bed and watch a movie.

❀ when he’s coming to your house, he not only brings you flowers but also your mom and sweets for your siblings.

❀ another one of his love languages is physical touch. from only holding your waist in room full of people to kissing up your thighs as he goes down on you.

❀ he loves giving you head and tasting you. you think it gives him some sort of ego boost to please you.

❀ he also thinks it’s so hot when you wear his barca jersey while riding him. when you tried it for the first time it was just for fun wanting to try something new. you moaned “visca barca” in his ear, meaning for it to be funny. but he took it seriously and came three seconds after you said it. (😭)

❀ “please ma keep it on!” he would groan.

❀ can be such a whiny bitch sometimes when it comes to waiting to fuck you.

❀ it doesn’t help he would get hard at the most random moments.

❀ you lean into marc, your hand steading yourself on his leg to kiss him. your soft lips meet his for a few seconds then pull on his bottom lip teasingly.

❀ “let’s go in!” you pat his leg, leaning back in the seat as you wait for marc to open the door for you like he always does.

❀ “i-. uhm. can’t.” he coughs. you laugh loudly. “marc!! again?” you shake your head. “you’re pathetic!” you tease him laughing.

❀ you look down at the tent growing in his pants. “you’re not helping!” he groans his head falling back.

❀ “you want me to help you?” you poke his chest, winking. he sighs looking out. people won’t see us due to his black windows anyways.

❀ “fuck yeah. please do.”

❀ like said he loves you wearing his jersey that also speaks for the matches. it gives him strength to win, so you make sure that the barca jersey you’re wearing has the number 38 printed on it.

❀ you’re an emotional mess on his games. one time you’re celebrating that your boyfriends team scored, the other you’re cursing the refs and opponents.

❀ no one wants to face you when marc is scoring a goal. you’re going full crazy. yelling and chanting his name like an embarrassing mom. clapping and jumping like you’re completely mental.

❀ he points up to the bleachers to you, taking every opportunity on dedicating the goal to you. he would blow a kiss and you’d do the same after calming yourself down.

❀ you have a ritual for after the game. when the both of you come back from the game, you would give him a little reward for scoring ;)

❀ though it’s not really a valid one because when he loses, you try releasing his anger with doing the same thing.

❀ he would drag your hair while you give him head due to his anger.

❀ after completely ruining you he would apologise like the soft boyfriend he is.

❀ “sorry if i was too rough, baby.” he would say looking down on you.”

❀ “it’s okay.” you would smile, eyes still glossy.

❀ after, you would lay your head on his chest and force him to stroke your arm until you fall asleep.

#marc guiu #Spotify #barca #fc barcelona #joao felix #lamine yamal #pablo gavi #hector fort #fermin lopez #guiu #la masia

[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo

F1 grid x driver reader

This is part 3

Part 1 / part 2 / masterlist

((Side note : I can't find the interview where Charles got in the way when an interviewer was interviewing lando on the pit lane so you have to use your imagination for that bit. Also those are not chronologically correct))

Request : no

Type : smau with texts, tweets and a plot in between those ( also I think the narrative is going to change a few times so beware to to get confused

After meeting up with your colleague / friends and whatever you were with them you had a lot to talk about because you went out with your friend group 2 and saw your friend group 3 and heard stuff that wasn't for your ears and an argument broke out saying stuff that they would regret after and naturally you had to tell your friend group 1 about it aka the grid.

It started with max when you found him entering the same time as you, it took you an hour to tell him everything, while you worked out both, next came lando and Oscar which you told them the half off it to save it for later because you had to go to a meeting with max and the time, after you found yuki and Pierre but you didn't name dropped most of it to save yourself from something that may came out to bite you because everyone knew that Pierre like you are big yappers but you knew when to stop talking about something that did not had to be said... Or at least outside because inside secrets spilled.

Then after a couple of hours before the race you went to your track walk and meet up with Charles and you spilled the tea with details and you accidentally went into the frame with Charles and almost immediately stopped talking and your facial expressions were everything like you were caught red-handed about something.

The interviewer quickly tried to include you both but you nudged Charles took his had and ran away.

Lewis knew about it right after you got home that day so he was unbothered driving his scooter behind you with one headphone on and sunglasses. Lando was left behind laughing but longing to know the rest when you could talk next.

( the second pic on the first tweet it this. Just pretend that y/n is like in the middle on the space )

Texts

Landinio

Y/n

Y/n

Eh

Oi

Hello?

I know you are reading them anwser me

Yourusername added a new story after a while!

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Replies:

User1 replied to your story!

Wow mommy

User replied to your story!

Holy shit you hot asf

User 3 replied to your story!

One chance I am begging 🙏

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Landonorris replied to your story!

Answer my texts!

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Lewishamilton replied to your story!

Nice pic and car wanna go for a ride some time?

Yourusername : yeah sure tomorrow I am free all day so I can do that whenever you can! Just text me time, place and I will be there!

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Texts

Landinio

Bitch answer me

The fuck?

I have tea!

You: oh do tell!

I was busy having a life

Sorry

Landinio

Okay whatever!

You know my friend Philip?

You:

Who?

Landinio : the one that is same height as me with the short hair and brown eyes that had a really annoying gf which is a nurse!

You : oh him yeah I remember! What happened?

Landinio :

Okay so he got into a car accident and he got to the hospital! And you know he wasn't exactly loyal... He got into an accident with his side chick and injured both but they are okay but! His girlfriend was examining the side chick and the girl was asking about Phil referring him as her bf and they were in those rooms where there are only curtains and he wasn't injured much and opened the curtains and saw his gf and his side chick speaking and the sc said : oh my god baby!? Are you okay?! And the gf was like... What are you talking about he is my boyfriend while looking between those two and long story short now he is without a gf and a side chick 👀🤭

You:

Holy

Shit!

You never fail to get me more juicy tea every day wow! I raised you well 🥺

Landinio:

oh shut up I shouldn't have even told you because you were ignoring me but anyway

You didn't raise me? What are you talking about we are the same age dumbass

You :

Whatever you say dude anyway gotta go I have something to do rn ttyl<3

Okay done! I hope you like it!

#x reader #f1 x reader #drive to survive x reader #marriswriting #max verstappen x reader #my writing #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #max verstappen x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc #fake texts #fake tweets #send help #bloodyymaryyy

[koiibiito]

SHit I fell in love with your writing ❤️ Don’t know if you accept requests but if you do, will you consider writing one where reader cheats on her shitty bf with Enzo? My boyfriend is emotionally abusive and I am gathering the courage to leave him. I’m at the point where all he wants is s** but nothing he does can even turn me on anymore, funny what psychological trauma can do to you. Don’t mean to dump everything on you, I just feel like you’re such a cool person to talk to. AND I like to imagine that Enzo is capable of treating me the way I deserve.

pairing: enzo vogrincic x f!reader

length:

tw — infidelity (on reader’s part), hints of an emotionally absent partner, semi-public sex, mutual pining, feelings.

a/n. oh dear anon i am so so sorry to hear what you’re going through. it has been a while since you sent this and i sincerely hope you’ve dumped your abusive bf (hopefully an ex by now?). you can ABSOLUTELY come talk to me anytime, although i gotta say i don’t have tons of long-term serious relationship experience. and, you are so fucking right, Enzo would be the best boyfriend there is, he’d spoil you with sm love that there won’t be any room for you to think of any other men!!

second nightlife fic of the day. im not an alcoholic but i love substances. <3

one last thing: i do not condone cheating, like at all. break up with them, tell them you need a clean break, idc make sure they know you’re currently not together anymore, and then you can sleep with anyone as much as you like.

It is never hard to find Enzo Vogrincic in a crowded room. As demure as he seems, he stands out, broad shoulders and wide stance making him appear large, commanding… though perhaps it is easier for you to find him, seeing as though you are always looking for him.

You wonder if he knows you’d be here.

The party was far out of your usual social bubble, a gathering of young actors, amateurs and professionals alike, most of whom went to the same acting school, all muddled voices and low lights, a bass thumping music from the corner of the room. You wouldn’t normally venture out this far on a weekday night, but you’d heard mutterings from a friend about the open invites her older sister had mentioned, and you had hoped that Enzo heard the same rumor mill as well.

You planned to leave if he wasn’t there, but now you are just waiting for an opportunity to get closer, or perhaps for him to seek you out.

He is a vexation to you, a temptation that never seems to go away, not even after you found your partner over a year ago. You still found yourself awake at night, wishing you were in someone else’s arms, in his arms. You religiously check your phone, look at his location, dreaming that you were there in his apartment, that he would text you and beg you to come over.

But you know he never would. Up until recently, he had been dating the same girl, he was loyal to a fault, even if that fault meant you’d never get to touch him like you wanted to.

He is your forbidden fruit, the box warned to never be opened, else you’d both have to face the consequences.

However, you have a feeling that the consequences would surely be damned tonight.

You feel the heavy presence of his gaze since you spotted him, felt like you were being pulled into his gravity well, all your thoughts churning and tumbling around him, your lungs tightening when you catch his eyes across the room. It’s maddening, as if there were whispers in your ears telling you to go to him, to touch him, an invisible cord tugging at your heels to get closer.

He must have felt it too, that pull, because before the night’s over, his hands are on your waist, large palms gripping at the fabric of your skirt as he leads you into a back room. He’s polite about it, using his size to help the two of you navigate between the throngs of people, but his grip is harsh, crushing, like he’s afraid if he let you go, you’d disappear into the crowd.

“Do you know anyone here?”

There is more to his question, you can hear remnants of more words resting under his tongue, suppressed but still heavy.

“No,” you shake your head, lacing your fingers into his as you spot a surprisingly empty couch against a forgotten wall.

The music in this room is dulled, sound bouncing off the walls in a vicious repeat of being heard and unheard. The ceiling is lined with neon lights, the kind that cycled through colors, and there were cups, empty and full, left neglected on the floor, the furniture, simple yet sufficient enough to show that this room is still in use. You wonder how many people have come and gone from this room.

Enzo takes the lead when it comes to the couch, body weight sinking into the worn cushions. Then he’s tugging you into him, onto him, spreading you across his thighs as you settle into his lap.

“Then what are you doing here?”

He says the words like he doesn’t already know the answer, like his hands aren’t back on your waist, fingers sneaking under the sides of your shirt to rub against too-hot skin.

Your mind is swimming, still trying to catch up and recognize that he has pulled you into his lap, that he is making the move to touch you, to begin prying open the lid to something that should not be opened.

Confidence is bubbling in your throat. You feel powerful like this, your hands on his shoulders, body hovering over his, his brown eyes looking up at you like he wants something, something only you can give him.

“I’m here for the same reason you are.”

You are here because his lingering touches give you hope, every brush against your lower back on your way to work, every smile and quip that he throws over his shoulder just for you. You are here because you need to feel him, you need to know if what you are craving is truly what you are missing.

He is here to see if you really want him, to know if all your late-night texts are more than just flirting with temptation, to know if you will run away when he finally touches all the places on your body he thinks about on restless nights.

You both know all the reasons, which is why your body is quick to mold against his, legs snug against his thighs, hands tracing his neck, his face. His hands are bolder, slinking farther up your top, hot and heavy and engulfing against your stomach, up to your breasts.

No one knows you here, no one will know. Only you two know the history that lines every caress, every excited breath and heartbeat.

No one is going to know that when he presses his mouth to yours, he is kissing something that doesn’t belong to him. But in that moment, you are his, and he is yours, and neither of you are going to let that go to waste.

Enzo groans against your lips, a soft grumble that sends tingles down your spine. You nestle in closer to his lap, slanting your mouth against his hungrily as he gropes at your breasts, thick fingers dipping underneath the fabric of your bra. You can feel him getting hard within his jeans, pent up lust brewing from where your core is pressed against his erection.

As your tongue slides into his mouth, you urge one of his hands to trail lower down your body, grasping it gently as you place him underneath your skirt.

“Touch me,” you whisper, losing the words in his mouth.

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Two of his fingers curl against your damp panties, tracing over the outline of your pussy. You moan quietly, still aware that there are people walking in and out of the room, though it’s not like anyone is sober enough to pay the lovebirds on the couch any mind.

You kiss at his jawline, trailing your lips down his thick neck, being careful not to leave any marks behind, though there is something pressing in the back of your mind that tells you to claim him.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he says it with a grin, his other hand now pinching at your hardening nipple beneath your shirt.

“I’m always wet when you’re around.”

The rumble that leaves his chest almost startle you. It sounds possessive, like he is coming alive at your words, coming alive from touching the most sensitive parts of your body.

He roughly moves your panties to the side, fingers now dancing within your slick, back and forth, fingertips brushing against your folds and spreading you apart. He prods your tight hole, testing the waters before plunging one of his fingers inside of you.

You hiss out a sound of delight, head tipping back and spine arching at the sudden wave of pleasure. After a few quick pumps, he adds a second, keen eyes watching how your chest heaves and your mouth falls open.

“I bet that feels better than your own pretty fingers, baby.”

It is not even a question; he knows the answer to that. He leans forward, licking up your exposed throat with a flat tongue, greedily taking in the sweetness of your skin as he keeps his fingers moving inside of you.

You are gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, nails piercing into the tight threads of his t-shirt. Your hips rock down against his hand that is obscured by your skirt, your thighs growing hot as they rub against his dark jeans.

“You’re so tight,” he breathes against your neck, eyes closing as he focuses on feeling you, “like someone doesn’t fuck you right.”

A strangled sound leaves your mouth, shocked and sharp, but smothered by the moan that soon follows as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing and rubbing against the fleshy patch of your inner walls.

You cannot remember that last time you touched yourself without thinking of him. You can’t even remember the last time you didn’t close your eyes during sex and wish that he was on top of you, moaning your name and whispering praises.

You move to press your forehead against his, sweet little sounds still pouring from your lips.

“I need you to fuck me right, please.”

“You sure you want me to stuff this pretty little pussy under your skirt? Fuck you right here?”

You nod silently, brain sloshing with bliss, shocks of heat and pleasure still rolling from where he’s driving his fingers inside of you.

“Yes, I want you so, so badly, Enzo.”

One of your hands is sliding down his chest, fingers almost catching in the grooves of his muscles. Deft fingers work at his belt buckle, hastily pulling at the leather like nirvana was waiting within his jeans. He moves to help you, releasing his hold on your breast so his hand can aid yours in freeing his cock from his zipper.

You settle in closer, wrapping your hand around his cock, thumb tracing a thick vein as you keep him pressed close to your belly. His head falls back against the couch, massive shoulders sagging with a breathy sigh as you pumped his wide cock in your palm. His skin is hot and silky, pre-cum sticky against your fingers.

A whine leaves your chest as he pulls his fingers out of you, covering your small hand with his slick covered fingers to have you sliding against him harder, faster.

“Sit on me, baby, let me feel you.”

Your hands return to his shoulders for balance as you lift your thighs up enough to let his cock settle between them.

He keeps his grip on your thighs, easing you down onto his length. You mold your lips to his again to keep quiet, a burning, blooming line of ecstasy stemming from where his cock is sinking into your depths. He tastes so good, warm like bourbon, like foreign, forbidden spices that you cannot get enough of.

Enzo mumbles curses against your mouth, his fingers so deep into the flesh of your thighs that you worried for a moment that he is going to bruise you. Let him, your mind screams, you want something to remember this moment by.

You gasp as he finally sheathes all of himself inside of you, your legs back to resting against his jeans. One of his hands finds your face, cupping your cheek and keeping your mouth on his, lips wet and messy as they move against one another.

Your inner walls burn from the intrusion of his fat cock, but you feel so whole, like you were made to sit on him and suck him into you.

“You feel so good, so fucking tight,” his voice was cracking, like he is holding in his sound.

You rock your hips tentatively, whining softly when you feel the sweet stretch of his cock inside you, feel the thick length of him plunge deeper inside you. You could’ve cum just like this, just from the thrill of it all, of finally having the man you want most, seated inside your cunt.

“No one’s here,” he muses, gaze settled over your shoulder to look at the empty room, the ghost of music the only presence left, “be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?”

You nod against the hand still placed against your cheek, nuzzling into it for comfort as he begins to thrust his hips up into you.

“Fuck, oh fuck, yes, anything you say,” you mutter, eyes closed as he uses the hand on your hip to help bounce you into his lap.

You both fell into a brisk rhythm, bodies rocking and bucking against each other, fingers digging into skin, moans left stuck in your throats.

It’s all so much, the feeling of his jeans against your thighs, against your clit every time you sit back into his lap, the feeling of his breath against your neck, of his cock splitting apart your wet insides. You can feel your slick against his thighs, feel it pooling against his dick every time he leaves your wet heat only to pump back in again.

“What are you going to do with the cum I leave inside you?”

You whine at the thought, causing his palm to press against your mouth to keep you quiet.

“You’re gonna leave it inside you, alright? Let it sink into your panties all night.”

You nod your head eagerly, hips rolling a little faster to get you closer to that point. You want to feel him cum inside you, want to feel his seed drip slowly from inside you for the rest of the night.

His thrusts are getting a bit frantic, the rhythm breaking as you feel him twitching inside of you. Then his thumb slides beneath the fabric of your panties, rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit. The shock of pleasure has you panting against his palm, eyes squeezing shut as you feel that tight coil inside your belly ready to burst.

“God, I want you to be mine.”

He says it into your throat, planting wet kisses between the words against your skin.

If only he knows you are already his. You have been for so long, every other thought you have is about him, every weak moment you have revolves around how badly you want him, how you need this.

You’re pressing up that orgasmic ladder hard and fast, the thrusts of his cock and the swirling of his thumb throwing higher and higher towards the peak you desire.

Then, the world suddenly doesn’t exist anymore. You see white behind your eyelids, feel heat explode from inside your core, waves of euphoria washing over your body as you cream around his cock. You can feel your walls sucking him in tighter, fluttering with each crest and ebb of your orgasm, bringing him to the point of stopping as you milk his cock for all the cum he promises.

You cry into his hand, grateful that it’s there to stifle your sounds of ecstasy as you come apart around him. You feel his cum coating your insides, thick and warm, cock drooling relentlessly until all the cum cannot be contained inside of you, instead spilling out from where his cock meets the spread folds of your cunt.

You pry his hand from your face, crashing your lips onto his as you feel a rush of heavy emotions come in the wake of your orgasm.

He holds you close, smoothing his lips over yours with tender kisses as he pets your cheek, runs his fingers down your back.

“Come home with me,” he whispers against your mouth, hope laced between his words.

“I—I can’t, I shouldn’t.”

You can tell the weight of your actions are settling into his composure now, ses the realization flash across his eyes. But then something new falls into his resolve, a look of determination.

“Come home with me and stay with me.”

A thought flashes across your mind, the image of the body you had left behind at home in bed, and then that picture blends into one of you wrapped in Enzo’s arms, comforted and whole and desired like how you wanted.

You brush your hand across his cheek, feel his grin tug against your palm.

“You’ll have to pull your cock out of me before I can follow you home.”

#lsdln x reader #lsdln smut #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic smut

[lemonjestercoffee]

so i said something about alicorns being funky in my last mlp redesign post yeah? well before i get into that-

the beautiful bride and the ugly ass groom

okay okay jokes aside here's Shining's real sheets and Cadance on her own

starting off with design choice notes

Shining Armor - his was like- really hard to figure out and i didn't really know what i was doing, but i did like the concept of him having lost a leg in some sorts of battle. one thing i did know what i was doing with tho was his armor, i never really liked the canon armor so i decided to take my own stab at it. decided to make it cover the more important areas better, added gambeson underneath, put a royal crest on it, and gave them a head weapon. yes the metal horns are on all species armor, it's there not only to protect real horns from oncoming attacks but also give all soldiers an emergency weapon if they get disarmed. the tassels would be colored differently depending on rank

Cadance - the only through i really had going into her design was i wanted her to have a cloud and heart motif, but i'm unsure if the way i handled it is the best. her cutiemark is meant to resemble a Mexican sacred heart because deity of love- like come on. i also wanna kinda change the color of the carnation in her hair to stand out more, but white carnations have a different meaning so it's fiiiinee

okay now what we really wanna hear about, what the fuck did i do to the alicorns?

i decided to tamper with their lore quite a bit, as i was inspired to by the Skyscraper Gods Au by Shirecorn. now mine is no were near as drastic as that au, obviously, but it did inspire me to come up with my own quirks for them.

i went more "alicorns are more like the elves of ponies but because they can only be made by some unexplained rare mystical intervention and live for fuck off long, normal ponies see them as demigods of sorts". i've even given them things like groups or locations that they act as patrons of and prioritize above other things, but that stuff gets a little rambley so imma not do that on this post

for the anatomy tho, i can talk. i'll be using Twilight as a visual example because she's the one i've drawn in all stages

so basically the concept here is pretty similar to the canon, but with some funky add-ons.

first up- when an alicorn ascends, not only do they gain the wings/horn combo and grow an inch, they also gain some other unique anatomy from the other species.

Unicorn- along with the horn, they also receive the ear tip tufts i gave unicorns. these actually have a purpose, they're sensitive to magic energy and allow unicorns to tell where magic is coming from. depending on the unicorn they vary in sensitivity but alicorns are by far the most sensitive Pegasus- along with the wings, the get some of the extra feathers pegasai have on their bodies, namely the ones on their ankles that are used for finer trajectory adjustments in flight. they also receive the sensitivity of their hooves that's used to pick up changes in cloud texture and sense their stability Earth Pony- earth ponies may seem like they don't add shit, but they actually give two very important things. the first thing is a strength boost, as they're stronger than the other two pony species by nature. the other thing is dense as fuck hooves. that sounds kinda lame but they have rock hard hooves that allow for them to dig into dense materials and have a kick with some real bite in it that the others just can't replicate and might tear their own hooves up trying. they also add the visible fluff in the ear canal. but that's just a dust filter and if isn't cleaned properly might actually be more of hindrance

it's worth noting- if you look at Cadance and Twilight side by side- that despite being given extra anatomical traits from the other species they will always look more like the species they were before ascension. this is mostly visible in the ears, tails, and hoof shapes -unicorns have long tails with hair only growing from the underside, basic ears, narrower hooves, and usually have long fetlocks as part of their culture. -pegasai have short tails that are completely covered with hair and have rudder feathers at the base, pinned back feathery ears with restricted movement, and really shallow hooves with no fur around them -earth ponies have medium tails with even hair growth around a third of the way down, basic ears, and slightly taller hooves with varying fetlock sizes.

second up- the only uniquely alicorn physical traits that they really have (aside from height) are their hair and beards. unlike normal pony beards that are made of the same hair as their manes, alicorn beards are made of coat fur and will grow a specific length each year that marks how old they are kinda like tree rings. due to this the alicorns don't try to cut them. the manes are kinda funky cause they start out at the roots as normal hair, but then become more "ethereal" after a few inches or so. they tend to start to become ethereal roughly 10 years after ascension

they do have one more weird trait but it's less noticeable and that's the thing with the patterns. when an alicorn is first ascended they gain an extra pattern on their legs, and that pattern gains a second layer around the time they start to get their ethereal manes. you can see it happening on Twilight's lineup.

there's also a bonus thing here that has nothing to do with alicorns as much as it does unicorns- but i like the idea of Unicorn tails (flesh/bone, not hair) getting longer with age. it's usually not too noticeable because they don't normally live long enough for it to be really noticeable compared to younger unicorns, but alicorns do- so former unicorns can end up with some long ass tails in their 1000's

that's all i really got now- if i added in magic and social stuff this would have been way longer. i'm done with my rambles

#my little pony #mlp fim #mlp redesign #mlp headcanons #princess cadance #shining armor #twilight sparkle #kai doodles

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 episode 25 (Bread And Circuses) oh goodness oh my. I’m not ready. I’m so ready.

Okay get ready:

- They’re all standing on the enterprise bridge completely still. As if in tableau.

- Of course they’re beaming down to a dangerous planet with only the top three officers. Why even use reason at this point.

- Kirk outside the ship in his green shirt <3 (I keep thinking of it as his pjs)

- McCoy is very hostile towards Spock today. Hope they don’t get put in a situation with sharp objects��

- “Once, just once, I’d like to land someplace and say, ‘behold, I am the archangel Gabriel.’” “I fail to see the humour in that situation, Doctor.” “Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those point ears, Mr. Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork.” This is proving my theory that they’re the angel and devil on Kirk’s shoulders

- “We come from another… province.” Canadian moment

- “What do you call those?” “I call them ears.” There is no end to Spock’s audacity

- “Captain, I thought you might find this interesting.” Spock hands Kirk a newspaper with a shirtless man on the cover

- “Will you help us?” No one can outright deny this twunk

- Spock in a hat

- McCoy in a regular short sleeve shirt and bell bottom pants is <3

- no words for this one

- it’s like this episodes message is mirroring our own world or something… nah

- McCoy is already picking fights. Spock is indulging him. They’re not enemies to lovers. They’re enemies AND lovers.

- McCoy not afraid to slap a bitch

- So Merrick killed all of his crew… right?

- McCoy and Spock just flirting (debating) in public

- AND they threatened McCoy and Spock

- As Jim takes the communicator to assumedly order the crew down he has a shit eating grin… so it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna do that

- “Must you always be so blasted honest?!”

- He’s just talking on his cellphone

- Scotty is talking to his diary, Uhura is listening

- Jim is so scared for what’s about to happen

- McCoy and Spock about to face off against two shirtless men

- “I don’t mind fighting but… why you?” That gladiator took one look at them and went, ‘why are they making us fight these two nerds?’

- Camera goes to McCoy -> sound guy ups the catcalls

- I love Spock fighting really hard in the background and McCoy just.. he don’t want to

- “Do you need any help, Doctor?” “What ever gave you that idea?” “[random gladiator]Fight, you pointed eared freak!” “You tell him, buster! Of all the completely… ridiculous, illogical questions I ever heard in my life!” Then Bones falls on his ass and Spock comes to his rescue, happily ever after

- Those pants make Kirk’s ass look flat… unfair

- Spock trying to break the bars while McCoy sits in the most strange way possible

- Spock has tried to get them out the same way fifteen times. He wants his boyfriends safe.

- Me: awww McCoy and Spock having a genuine moment… nope they can’t last ten seconds (maybe they are divorced)

- McCoy pins Spock against the wall of the cell to make his point

- Spock’s pouty expression…

- “Why you wouldn’t know what to do with a genuine warm decent feeling.” “Really doctor?” They’re giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes

- Their fight ended with “I’m worried about Jim too” like McCoy knows Spock feels emotions but represses them and is ‘trying’ to understand him

- Kirk, I implore you not to kiss this woman- that went out the window so fast

- Never mind what I said about the pants making his ass flat. I was severely wrong. Forgive me.

- KIRK STRAIGHT UP KILLED THOSE GUYS

- Ohhh Merrick stole the communicator

- Kirk giving commendation to Scotty for not breaking the prime directive is priceless. ‘Good self control, Mr Scott.’

- I love how Spock and McCoy are both saying things about Flavius (agreeing with each other)and as soon as Spock speaks about studying the sun religion, McCoy looks like he’s going to explode

I both like and hate the relationship they have with Spock and McCoy in this one cause it’s so magnetic but I don’t know if it’ll ever be evolved past this and that makes me sad.

Masterpost

Episode written by Gene Roddenberry and Gene L. Coon

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos bones #tos mccoy #captain james kirk #tos kirk

[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

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chapter one.

your ego was out of this world, you knew you were the shit. your eyes are round and a perfect shade of desert sand brown, lips plump like they were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

the overflowing compliments from others didn’t help the inflation of your ego, you let that shit get to your head. with the way you looked, face, body and soul, why wouldn’t you?

your looks had helped you since the day you first saw light in the hospital room. you were never once rejected, from job interviews to the boys you hit on. which actually weren’t many.

maybe your overconfidence was the reason others had titled you as arrogant, and uptight. rumours followed you everywhere you stepped, from highschool and now to your current job as a dj.

along the lines of being a stuck up bitch, there were always rumours surrounding you stating you were a promiscuous woman.

you weren’t dumb, nor deaf. you knew about the rumours that circulated around you, nor did you ever find the need to deny or accept them.

you’ve heard them all, ‘she only speaks to those who can give her something’, ‘i’ve seen her go home with a different younger man every week,’ and it’s not like they were actually true, so you felt no obligation to feel anything about those rumours other than, nothing.

however this time, you felt something other than nothing. you felt anger, because for the first time in your lifetime you had been denied of something you wanted because of those stupid rumours. and possibly him seeing the little incident that took place last night. kim mingyu.

you knew who spat those dirty lies into his ears, and this time you feel a pang of hatred.

hatred is a strong word, but in this particular moment it’s the one that would describe the feeling you had for mingyu’s little girlfriend.

sure, somi had the right to put a girl who’s hitting on her supposed boyfriend in place, but you absolutely could not take the disrespect being thrown right in your face. the way she inadvertently called you a younger boy loving whore.

you’d never actually had someone spit on your shoes right infront of you, but that’s what it felt like she did.

you release a frustrated sigh, it’s not like there was anything you could actually do about it right this moment.

with the rumbling of your stomach, you lunge out of bed and pull your phone out from your pyjama pants, checking the time.

11:47pm, you hadn’t had dinner yet so you walk out the bedroom and down the hallway to heeseung’s bedroom where music was blasting. knocking on the boys door you scream his name, after four attempts he finally opens the door and asks you what you need.

“i’m going to convenience store for some ramyeon, want anything?” you ask the younger boy, he tells you what he wants and you nod in response, then leave to go satisfy your cravings.

with airpods in your ear blasting jay park, you make your way out of your apartment and down the dimly lit streets of seoul to the nearest convenience store.

the bell rings as you enter the well lit store, you make a bee line straight to the ramyeon aisle, scanning the shelves for the pink packet of buldak carbonara.

finding the pink pack, your arms reach out and you grab four. you walk to the cash register and pull out your phone ready to pay. the bell rings again as someone enters the corner store, you however don’t pay attention as the idea of filling up your empty stomach was more important.

as you lift your phone to pay for the meal, the screen goes black and unresponsive. you press the power button multiple times but to no avail, your phone is, dead. tonight was not your night.

you groan in frustration and reach into your pockets hoping there was any chance of loose change miraculously appearing. no chance.

“sorry, do you have a charger by any chance?” you ask the clerk to which he shakes his head no. tonight was not your night.

just as you’re about to put your ramyeon back, a large hand reaches out and pays for your food.

“i’ll pay for it,” a deep husky voice says.

you turn your head back and notice the incredibly broad shoulders of the brunette boy who stood inches behind you, towering over you. the scent of peaches emitting from his grey sweater filling your nose, making your nose scrunch from the pleasantry.

you turn around and open your mouth to thank your saviour, “thank you so much, like seriously, how can i repay you?”

he smiles at you and lifts his glasses up his nose as it fell slightly, he shakes his head no and tells you not to worry about it. but you do worry about it.

as you’re about to open your mouth again to reply, a voice cuts you off. one that you’ve undoubtedly heard before, your head snaps to their direction and you take in a look of your newly found crush. “wonwoo, we need more milk at home.”

there he stood in all his glory, a black hoodie and loose grey sweats. mingyu. maybe tonight is your night.

mingyu however did not notice you as you were hidden behind the broad shoulders of the man in front of you.

“yeah, just grab any,” the boy named wonwoo responded. he turns to face you again after yelling back to mingyu, he hands you his phone which had instagram open.

confusion must’ve been evident on your face because wonwoo chuckles softly and speaks, “if i ever want you to repay me that five dollars and twenty cents i’ll need a way to contact you, no?”

your mouth opens in an ‘ohhh’ and you nod your head, putting in your instagram handle for the knight in shining armour. you thank wonwoo again and grab the ramyeon packets from the clerks bench and nod to him as you rush outside and back home.

you really wanted an excuse to speak to mingyu, but you felt awkward sparking up a conversation with the beauty due to the argument you had with his little girlfriend. with the nth sigh of the day, you make your way back to your shared apartment to have your noodles.

“who were you talking to?” mingyu asks his roommate. wonwoo shrugs and pulls up your instagram to show his friend.

mingyu does a double take at the phone before his lips curled up in a slight smirk. “she tried to hit on me last night, she’s hell pretty though.”

wonwoo raises his brows at his friend and scrolls through your instagram page, pictures of you and your friends at dinner, promotions for your dj gigs.

“she a dj at your club?” wonwoo asks mingyu, to which mingyu nods his head yes.

mingyu takes a seat at the convenience stores window bench, placing their food down, wonwoo following suit.

“yeah, she asked for my instagram but somi cockblocked me,” mingyu slurps up a chopstick full of the spicy noodles, “i think they got into a fight at the end of the night, some younger girl slapped somi’s cheek.”

wonwoo laughs as he imagines the scene, taking a bite of his own meal.

“you and somi still got a thing going on?” wonwoo asks. mingyu shakes his head no, finishing off his ramyeon with one last slurp, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“no, we stopped after we got into university but she keeps telling everyone we’re together so i’m confused on where we stand.”

it’s officially been one week since the incident with somi out front of the nightclub, and six days with your one sided encounter with mingyu at the convenience store.

you were here at the club again, as you’ve been offered a full time gig here. as you walk in through the entrance, the manager seungcheol pulls you aside, starting a conversation with you.

“hey, i heard you had an incident last week with one of my bartenders,” he starts off, you knew where this was going but you didn’t want to let that girl ruin your chances of dj’ing at seoul’s biggest night club, for two reasons.

one being that the gigs you do here pay really good money, and two, you needed any excuse to prove to mingyu you weren’t just some promiscuous girl with plenty of boy toys.

seungcheol continues with his conversation, “i know you’re popular and a lot of our customers here are fans of you, so i’m going to let this slide and you off with a warning just this once.”

a sigh of relief escapes your glossed lips and you smile softly at the bright red haired male who stood opposite you.

“thank you so much, i promise i’ll be on my best behaviour.”

with a bow, you make your way to the dj booth and as you do, you walk past the bar and see the undeniably pretty blondie who called you a whore the previous week.

best behaviour my ass, with her back towards you, you lift up your two hands and flip her the bird before continuing with your walk to the dj deck. satisfied.

jungkook stands there with his headset on, upon seeing you he sends a bunny like smile your way.

the taller tattooed boy pulls you into a side hug to greet you, “i heard you got into a fight with somi last week,” he says.

you groan as you start to unpack your bag, pulling out your headphones and ear plugs. does everyone know your business these days?

“it was barely even a fight,” you explain, shuddering as you remember the incident that took place at this very location last week.

“more like a one sided argument over the hottie bartender mingyu, didn’t even get to throw hands at the disrespect she threw at me.”

he raises his slitted left brow, chuckling at your explanation and your unintended confession. “you eyeing kim mingyu?” he asks.

you nod in agreement, there was no point in hiding your newly found crush, “he’s so hot, but i’m pretty sure he thinks i hit it off with younger boys.”

jungkook pulls off his headset as you connect your usb to the deck, swapping sides with him.

“how so?” the boy questions as he begins to pack up his equipment whilst you mix your songs into his, bopping slightly to the music.

“he walked out into our little argument and heeseung was there with all his friends, plus i bet miss blondie said something to him about me,” you continue to bop to the music and shoo away the random male who came up behind you once again, trying to hand you some unwanted alcohol.

jungkook ‘ahh’s’ in reply, nodding his head in understanding before shrugging his shoulders.

“why don’t you just tell everyone hee’s your brother?”

you shrug, “no one ever asks.”

jungkook couldn’t deny that fact and nodded his head again. the conversation ends there and you focus on your gig, you did promise seungcheol your best behaviour.

your set ends peacefully and you pack up your equipment, swiftfully evading the drunken men making passes at you.

swinging your designer bag around your shoulders, you quickly fix your tight fitting minidress and strut your way to the bar. you only had one goal tonight, and that was to change mingyu’s impression of you.

though you have no idea how you were going to do that.

pushing girls out of the way, muttering soft ‘sorry’s’, you stand right in front at the bar, opposite to mister god sculpted. you wait for him to finish serving the man beside you, and when he finishes, he makes eye contact with you.

“hey,” you say breathlessly, this man had your knees shaking at just one glance, and you loved it. you’ve never felt so intimidated by a man before and it ignited something inside you.

mingyu looks you up and down, taking notice of the pink sparkly gloss on your plump lips, then he looks you in your eyes.

“alize lemonade again?” he asks you, grabbing a glass from the tray beside him.

you nod in agreement and watch him as he pours your drink, his biceps tensing under the pressure of lifting the blue liquor. you could stare for hours if he’d let you.

he places the drink in front of you, and you pull out the free drink card from your bag and place it in his palms, once again grazing your fingers against his for an extra second.

you look up at mingyu and smile, showing off your tooth gems that glimmered from the reflection of the bar lights.

“i still really want your instagram,” you blurt out. you hadn’t even had a sip of your alcohol yet, but for some reason the words just slipped out of your mouth.

mingyu chuckles and tilts his head to the left, “do you just ask anyone for their instagram?”

you shake your head no vigorously as you grab the drink from the bar top and take a sip of it, savouring the sweet flavour. as you’re about to reply to mingyu, a high pitched voice calls out to him, just like deja vu.

mingyu nods at you before walking to the other side of the bar and your eyes follow him, if you had a dollar for everytime you’d been cockblocked by somi— you’d have two dollars. which isn’t a lot, but it’s two times more than you’d wish for.

with a sigh you walk off and sip your drink. thinking about the two made your head hurt, you needed a smoke break.

“what’s with you and interfering when it comes to the cute dj?” mingyu asks the female, to which she responds with a shrug.

“i told you i’d save you the hassle of rejecting her, she’s bad news i told you.”

mingyu rolls his eyes at somi, getting tired of the mind games she’s been playing with him the past couple of years.

mingyu and somi used to have a friends with benefits relationship, but she had called it quits once they reached university because mingyu had confessed he had feelings for her. however, recently his feelings have come to a slow halt, he had been pining over her since highschool and he was getting tired of being led on by a string.

“i don’t know why you care, you’re the one that wanted us to stop in the first place.”

mingyu isn’t able to get a response from somi, as a familiar voice butts into their conversation. mingyu looks towards the bar top and sees heeseung with his arm wrapped around a girl, and it wasn’t you.

“two tequila’s” heeseung says, placing a fifth onto the bench, which mingyu grabs before placing two shot glasses on the bench, then pouring the gold liquor into them.

mingyu wasn’t exactly sure what to think, nor did he know if it was his place to actually say anything due to the fact that you and him weren’t even considered acquainted, but he was rolling with the assumption heeseung really was your boy toy.

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” he questions the younger boy, placing lemons on the rim of the shot glasses, “i don’t think you should be going around with other girls when yours is working right here, no?”

heeseung tilts his head in slight confusion, unsure of the nonsense mingyu was spouting, but heeseung was too tipsy to connect the dots and just annoyed at the fact mingyu was trying to lecture him out of nowhere.

“who are you to assume shit about me?” heeseung asks, downing the tequila and sucking on the lemon. “i don’t even know you.”

you stand outside in the cold, shivering slightly as you pull out a cigarette from your bag, placing the tobacco stick between your lips.

you reach into your bag again for a lighter, only to find it misplaced. “shit, did i leave it at home?” you question yourself, groaning in frustration at your forgetfulness.

as you’re about to turn around to ask the group of men a few feet away if they could lend you their lighter, a hand reaches out and ignites your cigarette— the scent of peaches overpowering the stench of smoke around you.

you glance towards the owner of the black lighter, seeing your saviour from the other night. what was his name? won… wonwoo.

with an inhale, you lift your hand and place the stick between your fingers before exhaling slowly, leaning your back against the wall, your head tilted in the direction of your knight in shining armour.

“hey, thanks again,” you say, pulling out another cigarette from your bag, but before you can hand it to wonwoo he pushes his hand out to deny it.

your brows furrow, “i don’t smoke.” well then why did he have a lighter?

as if your thoughts were written all over your face, wonwoo chuckles and explains himself. “a cousin of mine smokes and never brings his own lighter, you probably know him.”

you respond with an ‘ahhh’ and nod your head, puffing on the cigarette and starting small talk with mr peaches.

“what brings you out tonight?” you ask, curiously.

wonwoo shrugs, “my roommates working, so i thought i’d abuse the free drinks.”

you laugh at his answer, flicking the cigarette onto the concrete and stepping on it with the tip of your high heel. “mingyu’s your roommate?” you ask, though you already knew the answer, thanks to stalking wonwoo’s instagram the previous night.

wonwoo nods his head yes, and responds in a way that makes you shy and caught off guard. “you’re into mingyu, no?”

words were stuttering as they left your lips, trying to find any excuse to cover up the fact that what he said, was indeed factual. wonwoo laughs at your awkwardness, he found you quite adorable with the way your thoughts were so visible on your face.

“he told me that night at the convenience store,” he says. you sigh before finally nodding slowly at his previous question, you plead for him to not let word out, though that would prove to be quite useless as you make it pretty obvious to almost everyone you had the hots for mingyu.

wonwoo laughs again, “okay, then in return for last time, can you dj at my friends party? we’ll pay a good sum.”

and how do you possibly deny a well paid gig, well, you don’t. wonwoo and you exchange details about the event on instagram and then part ways as he’s decided it was home time for him.

you’re stood beside the bar pouring yourself a glass of water where the self serve water is, sipping it slowly as you try your best to sober up. you’ve been handed a few drinks by the fellow dj’s you’ve made acquaintances with while you were in the dj booth passing time.

to your shock, mingyu approaches you first, pulling you to the side, looking around swiftly like as if he was an agent in an action genre film. how cute.

mingyu looks downwards to make eye contact, his hair sticking to his forehead. “look, i’m not saying i care but you should keep your little boyfriend in check,” he says.

your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected lecture, and confusion at the word boyfriend. what boyfriend? you hadn’t had one for the past year, and you didn’t want one unless it was the man standing right in front of you.

“me? keep my boyfriend in check?” you question, the water didn’t exactly help sober you up and with your short temper, you started blurting words you would regret sooner or later.

“i think the one who should keep their partner in check is you,” you shout, loud enough to be heard over the music but not too loud everyone could listen in on your conversation.

“i wouldn’t be needing to keep anybody in check if your missus wasn’t going around calling people whores.” you spat.

“hey, i’m just looking out for you-“ mingyu tries to calm you down, but the liquor was coming up. lifting your hand up, you subtly tell him to talk to your hand, the other one coming up to your mouth.

“i need to fucking puke.”

taglist: @mochami-mochi @gyuwoosbabie

#kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #mingyu #seventeen #wonwoo #heeseung #enhypen

[crowleysaziraphale2003]

Here's another fic from my AO3! I'll also be posting non-GO writing soon! :)

This one is supposed to be silly and light hearted, if ever it comes off as insensitive, let me know. For the record, I hate the prison system, please know that 🤍

The silliness and playfulness is taken from my own, two and a half years long (so far), relationship. My partner got me into Good Omens, and I will always be grateful to him for that. He's also just the best tbh and I love him so much ❤️❤️❤️

CW for swearing, neck kissing (briefly) and brief NSFW implications (nothing happens nor is implied to happen, just some suggestive flirting).

Bon appetit! 🫶

Crowley and The Mysterious Case of The Disappearing Sunglasses

It was a sunny afternoon, and a certain demon and angel were peacefully gardening together. At least, until something rather weird happened. 

It had started out with a kiss. Aziraphale hadn't joined Crowley for while, instead opting to recline leisurely in a deckchair, sipping wine and reading. He would pause every now and then, to look up and inquire about Crowley's progress with the garden. That aside, they hadn't interacted until Aziraphale had brought his baking, alongside a glass of cooling lemonade, out to him on a tray. That's when Crowley had decided that perhaps, it was time for a well-earned rest. 

Instead of sitting on the chair next to Aziraphale's, he'd decided to sit on his lap. Not that Aziraphale was complaining. Not at all, unless kissing him had counted as complaining, anyway. The thing was, just before he'd kissed him, Aziraphale had removed Crowley's sunglasses, which he'd been wearing not to shield his emotions, but his eyes, from the glaring sun. This was not an uncommon occurrence; Aziraphale frequently removed Crowley's glasses before they kissed, if Crowley didn't do so himself. 

But this time, when they'd broken apart, the glasses had been nowhere in sight. The garden was officially a crime scene-the sunglasses had disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Aziraphale, former angel, was a key suspect in their sudden and mysterious disappearance. Given that he was of an unusual, unpredictable nature, Crowley had to resort to using a variety of investigation tactics. Tickles, first. This had only succeeded in getting them both breathless and slightly distracted. 

Time for a new tactic: holding his book hostage. 

"Crowley!" Aziraphale had whined. "Give it back, now!" 

Crowley wasn't about to crack under the pressure. "Nah," he'd responded, with a cheeky grin. "Not until you tell me where the hell my sunglasses are! These are my only pair nowadays!" 

Aziraphale had raised an eyebrow at him in response. "Can't you miracle up or buy a new pair?"

"Nuh. Not allowed that many miracles since having retired, and there are no shops around here selling sunglasses.

Aziraphale frowned. "It's a tad odd that they don't sell them around here." 

Crowley stared at him as though he lacked brain cells. Which perhaps, in his own way, he did. "We're in bloody England! What do you expect!? Give me my sunglasses back!"

"Give me my book back!" Aziraphale pouted. 

"Nuh-uh!"

"I swear, Crowley-!"

"You started this!"

Aziraphale took a deep breath. "You give me no other choice," he replied, his face stoic. A sudden rain cloud appeared over Crowley's head, soaking him in seconds. Crowley gasped. 

"You bastard!" he said, throwing the book onto the porch. "Come here, you little shit!"

"Absolutely not!"

That's how they ended up chasing each other around the garden.

Ten minutes later, and they had stopped. Right. Time for yet another interrogation tactic. "Angel," Crowley purred into Aziraphale's ear, "if you give me my sunglasses back, I'm sure we can find another way to...unwind." 

Aziraphale blushed. "I know you, you wily old serpent. You're trying to tempt me to get me to give them back," he said, pausing. "It might work."  

Finally! 

Crowley sat on his lap and started to kiss Aziraphale's neck. "My angel," he murmured. "Look at you, you're gorgeous. So pretty, so good." 

The perpetrator cracked. "Fine," he admitted. His breathing was heavy, yet he didn't even need to breathe. That's how his interrogator could tell he'd got him. "Check your plants." 

Crowley fell off Aziraphale's lap. "What?!" he exclaimed. 

"Check your plants," Aziraphale repeated, smiling now like the deviant, the criminal, that he was. 

"Angel!" Crowley shouted, with no real maliciousness in his voice.

Right there, on his prized sunflower, the tallest one, sat his sunglasses. They must have been miracled on while they were kissing. The worst part of all? He hadn't even noticed. The next investigation, he decided, was going to be a murder investigation.

Aziraphale bolted indoors, Crowley hot on his trail. Oh, he would pay for this...

"No kisses for the rest of the day? Crowley, that is so unfair!"

"That's your sentence. You must serve it."

After a bit of tempting on Aziraphale's part, he was bailed out of his cruel sentence in less than an hour, with a strict warning to not do that ever again. He didn't re-offend, so Crowley decided he was reformed. Good. Couldn't be dealing with all that.

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziraphale #crowley #writers on tumblr #writing #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #idiots in love #mlm #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 #a bit silly #attempt at humor #fluff #south downs cottage #romantic #domestic bliss #domestic fluff

[the-punforgiven]

It's like 9am I wasn't expecting a second sleepless night in a row

#I've gone through a huge emotional rollercoaster already earlier in the night I'm off the ride and stable now #I'm just really REALLY tired and numb listening to music I don't like #and wanting to draw something far out of my comfort zone that I know I'll hate for some reason #I am always at my worst when I'm listening to uh #I don't know what this music even is it's like super harsh very crunchy edm and I don't like it #it feels like some shit you'd hear at a cybergoth rave #while desperately searching for the exit because you realized most of the attendees are vampires who just caught on that you aren't one #you're feeling the effects of something you took earlier and it's hitting you hard #though you got them off a vampire so there's a good chance you'll be feeling the effects of prion disease after the high wears down #the exits are locked and your vision is faded #you see the long batlike shadows of the attendees closing in #your vision's going dark and the attendees look like silhouettes with the loud flashing lights behind them #the music's slurring in your ears and you're so dizzy you can barely stand #you head throbs and your heart beats to the rhythm of the music that consumes all other sound #the incoherent mass of silhouetted bodies creeps closer and you can smell the blood in the air #their features are so blurred and distorted by the lights the music and your own shitty vision you can barely tell what you're looking at #yet somehow #their teeth are crystal clear #this song sucks and I feel actually physically sick #not sure if thats from the song though lmao #Pun's text Posts

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

#geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #𖤐 ── lxnarblabs. #𖤐 ── lxnarworks. #💎 ── satoru. #🔮 ── suguru. #i am insane !!

[inmaki]

gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, description of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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[slvttyplum]

satoru sneaks out of his meetings just to go home and fuck you senseless.

you can text him anything, and he’ll use that excuse to get out of a meeting; it can be “get me apples,” and he’s out of there.

once you noticed, you used that to your advantage whenever you were feeling horny. was that kind of wrong? yeah, but if satoru didn’t care, then neither did you.

sending him nudes in the middle of his meetings, making his dick stand up tall, and him booking it back home.

while he’s fucking you, he’ll blame you for having him come back and fuck some sense into you for sending something to him like that.

his dick poking stirring your insides, having you gasp for air and having your eyes rolled back as your arms flail around.

this didn’t just happen every once in a while; this happened almost every week. you send something suggestive, and satoru comes back five minutes later to give you dick.

“come on, tell me how you want it. you were just sending shit.” with one hand around your neck and the other gripping your ass, pushing his dick deep inside you.

every time he rushed back home to give you what you wanted, it felt like you were on another planet.

it was like he was in a rush, but the way his hands roamed around you and his soft voice slipped into your ear felt like you guys had been interloped for hours.

multiple positions all in under an hour, making you cum back to back, no breaks, just him working you.

“you can cum again; come on, i thought you wanted this.” finally taking off his shirt because he was getting hot and couldn’t fuck you the way he wanted to with the fabric pushing against him.

plus, it was already drenched from your fluids.

him leaving meetings with no warnings had the higher-ups made, but he didn’t give one fuck; if his baby wanted him home, that’s where he was going.

one time when he left and he was in the middle of fucking you, they were blowing up his phone and interrupting his rhythm, so he did what he had to do.

answering the phone and fucked you so good you were moaning loud as hell and cumming on his dick.

they never called again; they just had to deal with it.

the only meeting he was concerned about was the one with his dick and your pussy.

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[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere, stalking, death of nameless character

gn reader

Thinking about Gojo bumping into you on his way to buy sweets and getting mortified when sensing how you pass through his infinity like it isn’t even there – touching him hands-first like it’s only normal.

And the way you look at him, all spluttering apologies – without a single clue – how you quickly walk away like it was no bigger deal than mildly embarrassing.

And he’s left there, stunned and stuck to the ground he stood on, suddenly feeling stripped naked.

He had to follow you – naturally. Can’t let the biggest threat to his life just walk around unsupervised. Obviously, he has to keep tabs on you now – every single day – your constant whereabouts, where you work and study and loiter and live, and who you communicate with.

It’s all platonic at first – nothing romantic. He’s stalking you, but it’s for safety reasons. There’s no telling who’d potentially find out about your dormant technique and use it against him.

But keeping his six eyes on you every hour he could spare all day and night of every week, eventually, he can't stop himself from starting to see you as something more than just a threat…

He's not blind to it either – he feels the change in the pit of his stomach – in his heart – in his balls even.

He blushes when you take your clothes off to go shower – needs to swallow thickly, watching you walk about your apartment dressed only in undies and a comfy T – smiles when seeing you dance around to music he can’t hear from where he’s perched on the rooftop on the neighboring building – tugs on his cock to the sight of you touching yourself, trying to time his climax to yours.

He’s not watching you for the right reasons anymore… he knows that, but he just can’t seem to stop.

You’re so normal, he’s obsessed with you. So addictive in your mundane routines. Messy notes, chewing your pen when scrambling for an exam – making another easy-fix dinner – picking up the same hoodie from the floor before throwing yourself out the door to go work your minimum wage job – coming home late only to collapse on the sofa with a random episode of some dumb sitcom playing on the TV.

He wants to be your boyfriend – imagines himself going to your school and sitting next to you in the lecture hall, studying together at cafes, watching movies in bed, wearing his varsity jacket, squeezing your ass as you ride him in someone else's bedroom at a party that got way out of hand, cumming on your face and apologizing for it when you give him head on his birthday.

He’s teetering on thirty and has killed more than he can count – both curses and humans – and here he is – fantasizing about having a college sweetheart who doesn’t even know his name…

It would be healthy for him to stop – he knows that, knows it’s becoming dangerous – but he thinks it might be too late now – all he does is try and get closer…

He thinks about enrolling in one of your classes, thinks about moving into your apartment complex, and then he thinks about taking you.

He’s watching you have a nightcap with a boy he thinks he recognizes from your class – you’re both drunk and it’s obvious where things are going...

There’s a devil and an angel sitting on his shoulders, whispering in his ear – but he can't tell which one’s which anymore. One is telling him to leave – to allow you some privacy... but the other tells him to barge in – to crash through the window and rip the guy’s head off by the scruff of his chin.

There’d be blood on his hands, but at least he’d finally be able to touch you…

He glues his hands together – tries thinking clearly – but closing his eyes only results in seeing you gasping and moaning while getting fucked by someone else and it makes him feel like he’s about to lose his shit.

He performs the rituals with his fingers without even noticing – making the hand gestures – his breathing thick before he mouths the words beneath his breath. “Infinite Void…”

You don’t know what’s happening – you’re drunk and unsure if you should be dialing nine-one-one or an ambulance. The guy you’re with is having a seizure, frothing at the mouth and spasming on the floor until suddenly falling limp.

Your breathing is sharp. You think he’s dead. You throw up. The shock makes the tears stop for a brief moment before you start hyperventilating, crying harder.

You’re shaking, and it’s hard holding the phone still – let alone dial any number. Before you can, there’s a knock on the door.

You’re not thinking clearly, naked and wrapped in just a thin sheet as you rush to greet the sound. You don’t recognize the man, but for some reason, you’re spilling your guts to him anyway – rambling about the dead guy in your bedroom.

You’re panicked, and it only takes a curt minute before you’re throwing yourself at him – hugging him tightly – your hands ice-cold on his neck, skin-to-skin without any respect to his infinity – latching onto him for dear life as if you know exactly who he is and how much he loves you.

But of course, you don’t...

You’re just in shock – having just witnessed a boy die. Completely clueless as to how the man you were clinging to so desperately was going to take you back into that bedroom where that boy was lying and do to you what he was going to do before he killed him.

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[ph4ngz]

i need isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, chigiri, kunigami, shidou, sae, rin & barou x fem! reader (all separate) doing it raw for the first time?? pls pls pls pls pls

DOING IT RAW || BLUE LOCK

MMMMMM *feral noises.*

ISAGI YOICHI

"You're... y-you're on the pill, right baby?" he asks as soon as his tip meets the soft, slick outline of your entrance. His eyes are clenched shut, nose scrunched up as he does everything in his power to focus on the unfamiliar sensation of real pleasure, no bullshit condom, just pure skin on skin with his favourite girl. "Oh, shit..." he moans out loud, his features twitching and contorting in ecstasy. He's loving every second, finally able to experience every detail with his jolting, excited cock. "G-God, I-... oh~ t-tight!" he cries out quietly, attempting to control his volume as his head rolls back. Every so often, he repeatedly slides his sensitive cockhead back and forth over your puffy clit, relishing in the way it feels to mix each other's arousal together before recklessly jostling it inside once more. "Why... how... are you so fucking good?~ ah-"

BACHIRA MEGURU

"Wait, I thought it felt good already... now it's gonna be even more delicious?~ oh, wow. You're tooooooo good to me, my girl~" he'd cooed against your soft lips when you'd suddenly told him to fuck you without protection. Bachira couldn't care less if he's got a condom on or not. As long as you're having fun, he'll cum his brains out anyway. Even untouched. "Soooo, ya like it? What gets you off, huh? Is it that you can feel it pulse inside you?~" he asks playfully and oh so shamelessly, poking his tongue out as he rests your legs on his shoulders. "Bachira Meguru~ d-don't be so... so lewd..." you whimper towards the end of your sentence, the way his pelvis grinds against your gooey pussy to drive his cock in deeper making your eyes roll back. "Huh~ what, you embarrassed? Hehehe, oh— mmmh, don't be silly, you're the one who's getting my dick wetter by the second."

NAGI SEISHIRO

Oh, he's all for it. All you had to do was mention the mere concept of it and he was hauling you into his lap with that pretty, blank stare of his. "Wanna do that now." he's murmuring into your ear with all the focus he can conjure up going toward the strength of his big hands, already trying to remove your pants without ripping them. "Ohooooo," Nagi whines deeply into your shoulder once his fingers get wet whilst slipping your panties aside, "you're so wet, I wanna stick it in. Can I please...?" he asks lazily, dragging his lips across your skin so sensually, slowly. "Knock yourself out." you grant him permission with a shared dreamy stare, not entirely knowing what you're getting into until he's slipping himself in immediately, balls deep within seconds. "Hhhhh... hhh- I love youuuu~" he's moaning and sighing so slowly and it's almost making your ears twitch to hear more. "Condoms are such a hassle, o-oh... never wanna go back~"

MIKAGE REO

"We can do it raw, right? Can we do it raw?" a few strands of purple fall in front of his eager eyes as he holds an unopened condom between his fingers, already so worked up by the mere thought of pushing his needy cock in without some stupid condom preventing him from feeling the thrill he needs. Reo is ready to toss it behind his shoulder at the drop of a hat, and you don't think he even saw you nodding until a split second after he threw it away... "Fuck yeah, I'm so ready for this right now... you ready sweetheart?" he doesn't even wait for you to answer before he's spreading your cute cunt with his thumbs, intently watching his pink tip squeeze past your slicked up folds. "Oh my fucking godddd-... been waitin' for so long~" you hear him groan as he squeezes your thighs tightly. Every inch of his hard dick feels like it's on fire due to the way your hot arousal is coating his sensitive skin more and more, no pesky condom in the way.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

The little smirk on his gorgeous face when you tell him... hehe. "You're being for real, yeah? Okay, just... just c'mere, I'm not waiting around." he drags your body into his, grinding his clothed cock into your ass from behind, huffing impatiently like a spoiled brat. "You're letting me bang you raw..." a pearly white smile graces his face, he looks proud that you're finally letting him do this. Eyebrows bowed in pleasure, he watches his perfect tip squish between your folds and gather some of his sparkling precum on the way inside. His eyes are rolling back every five seconds, so sensitive and vulnerable under the influence of your wet cunt, especially now that there's no protection. "W-Woah, I'm— hhhhholy shit. Don't move, I might cum on the spot~" he warns you with a pornographic whine, pushing his hair back so he can get a clear view of your pussy trying to keep him all inside. "...I can go as fast as I want to as well, mm?~"

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

Ugh, he's doing his best to act like he doesn't give a shit. "Yeah... fuckin' sure, we can do that. Won't make much difference." he said. "Again... I need more- more~" he growls and sighs now. So stubborn, but you love it. How his hair somehow becomes more messy due to how fucking turned on he is, how he keeps trying to stop his frown from faltering every time you clench on his ruthless huge cock. He's already fucked his cum further into you twice, clearly not able to get enough of the amplified pleasure that comes with being allowed to release all up inside your velvety pussy for the first time. "Did you get even t-tighter or something...? Fuck, fuck— ugh~" he pounds into you hard enough to bruise, his huge breeder balls smacking against your ass whilst a growing streak of white dribbles from your abused hole each time he bottoms out. "Jesus, fuck! H-Hah~" he's almost got tears in his eyes, the sheer euphoria seeming to be strong enough to puncture his pride.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

This guy wants it. He fucking loves it. He pressured you into this, after all, knowing well that you were rather paranoid about unprotected sex no matter how bad you wanted to experience him raw. "Oh, baby... please? C'mon, you gotsta' loosen up a little to have more fun with me~" he roughly placed a hand over your forehead to thoroughly stroke your hair back, making sure you felt like you had nowhere else to look besides his own, unnerving eyes. "Or you could let this big, raw fucking cock do that for you..." he'd offered lowly, a certain seriousness in his tone that you just couldn't shake as his nose almost touched yours. And so here you are, his unforgiving length buried deep within your guts. You swear you can feel his heartbeat inside of you, his erratic breathing and whining almost confirming your suspicions. "Gonna let me do this, yeah?~ ah, this feeling is fucking perfect I swearrr..." Shidou groans with a twisted, dirty grin when he makes you nod eagerly for him, "oh my god... can feel all of you, hah, ah- shit."

ITOSHI SAE

"I won't refuse." is what he responds with when you snatch the condom wrapper from his hand and toss it to the bedroom floor. "Mm." Sae grunts softly when his bare and pulsating cockhead squeezes its way past your glistening, pretty entrance as both of his hands massage the flesh of your ass. If it were any other girl he was slowly dipping his cock into right now, they wouldn't think he could notice any difference at all. But you're not any other girl, you can sense him preventing his blunt nails from damaging your asscheeks, hear the sound of his throat closing up to prevent an outright whine, feel his fat dick trying to jump within the sultry contracting of your walls. "G-Go, all of it~" you demand sweetly, reaching your hands back to hold his own and tug him in. His breath shakes once his tensing balls touch your clit, the sensation of his solid length pressing the very limits of your insides without a layer of latex separating you causing a hardly controlled "yeahhh..." to escape from behind his gritted teeth.

ITOSHI RIN

God, he's trying way too hard. Acting as if he's not falling to bits right before your misty eyes, as if he's not on the verge of fucking drooling like a rabid animal at the way your hot slick connects the very end of his perfect cock to your throbbing entrance with a clear string. "...'re you ready?" he asks in that breathy, addictive voice of his whilst impatiently sliding his tip up and down between your soft, slippery lower lips. Please, please, please is what he's chanting inside. "Green light." you respond with a strained and sexy moan muffled by your forearm, feeling him trace a circle around your clit, a cooling drop of pre-cum latching onto it once he pulls back to position himself. It's when the first few inches of him are surrounded by your heat that he struggles to let go of his breath without holding it again. "Whew- Alright, fuck..." Rin pants slowly, his tough guy act starting to crack uncontrollably under the power of your perfect cunt.

BAROU SHOUEI

He said nothing when you agreed. Just pulled you in for the roughest kiss you've ever had. And suddenly, you're being bounced like a rag doll on his horse cock, every vein as prominent as ever along your fleshy, sticky walls. "Never show me a condom again." he grunts into your neck, his big hands gripping your perfect body with a steel grip like he could lose you if he let go. "I wanna fill you up... wanna fill you up with my cum- agh~ hhhnnggh..." his voice is deep and grumbly, vibrating against your skin as he bites a little to show some restraint. The manner in which your walls are spasming around his raw, long cock is making it increasingly difficult to keep himself in check. "Damn it, please... don't make me lose control of myself..." he pleads lowly, his huge arms holding you in position and bouncing you harder on his fat dick. "H-oh my-... good, good girl."

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