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sserafin · 3 days

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Instant lover- Manipulator S. Gojo

H×h!au,no need to watch h×h to read this

Warnings: Nsfw, mdni. Fem!reader, porn links,mafia family head Gojo, reader gets called pet,servant,princess,doll,etc.unprotected sex,oral,p in v. Manipulation?

Word count: 958 Not proofread

Being a member of Phantom Troupe, the most powerful thieves you can say, your group's target of the day was to steal the wealth of the Gojo family and kill the head of the family,Gojo Satoru, the popular manipulator with the technique "Instant lover"

"nen"-something like cursed energy you can say.

"Instant lover"- nen technique of Baise from h×h. The person can make anyone their pet servant and make them do anything for 180 mins.

"Ahh, 'ts too much, I'll do whatever you say, please...tell me what t' do"

"Shh, just answer my questions doll"

How can someone make you feel this way by just using a nen technique on you?

"what else did you all plan to do?"

"To- to kill you"

"Aw, such an honest little slut. I really didn't expect to see such a cutie in the Phantom Troupe"

You felt like you were seeing hearts everywhere. Butterflies in your stomach from his every touch. His one hand on your neck and two fingers of his other hand inside your cunt, as he asked you everything about the troupe.

"And they sent you to take care of me? Too bad they ran away leaving you alone"

Moving his fingers in and out of your cunt at a fast pace as he brought his face close to your neck, peppering kisses from your neck to down to your chest.

He looked up to you with a grin on his face,slowing down the pace of his fingers. "How can I just let this pretty prey that got caught by me, just go like that?"

"I-I'll do anything you say,sir, tell me what to do"

You can't believe that you, a member of Phantom Troops,who has defeated uncountable people, stole the most expensive merchandise from different countries, is currently under the spell of a manipulator, turned into a little pet who'll do anything for him.

"Let me give you the best 180 mins of your life before we go and kill those bastards who left you alone, yes?"

He slowly moved down,moving his hand from your neck to caress your waist. Your cheeks flushed, even though you tried to fight off his manipulation with how much strength you had left, you knew you wouldn't hold on for long and will end up being his little pet servant for next 3 hours.God knows what this man will end up doing with you while you're out of your mind.

"So wet f' me,my little slut" he mumbled sweet words while his tongue licked your sweet cunt, slowly entering.

Yup, you lost it there.His sweet voice ringing in your ear and his tongue exploring your cunt. You were laying on your back, jerking your hips against his face as his tongue rubbed against your clit, overwhelming you with pleasure.

"shiiit, just like that pretty, moan f' me jussst like that"

"C-Can't hold it toru,d,deeper need you s' bad"

"You can hold it right? I know you can hold it just a little longer sweetheart" shit, those words worked like magic to you. "Don't cum till I saw so, understood darling?"

"Ahh, ahh shiit, i-i got it, fuck"

"your sweet little whines are like music to my ears my pretty slut. Just wait a min."

You were nearly about to come, but he got up, both of his hands were holding your hips.He pulled you closer to grind on his clothes bulge while he was taking off his shirt and then his trousers.

"take it like a good slut mhm? You'll make your master proud by taking it all, right sweetheart?"

His cock was coated with leaking pre cum, slowly entering your cunt. Halfway in there, he entered his full length without any warnings.His hips slapped your ass making a loud bang.

"Fuck, fuck, slow down ahh, fuck 'toru" It wasn't long since he started pounding into you at a full pace, your moans and little sounds filling the room. Everytime he thrusted his full length in, you felt chills all over your body. The effect of his manipulation turning you into a complete mess.

"Satoru, f-fuck, I'll be forever with you and do anything you w-want"

"Such a sweet submissive pet you are. Would you go with me to kill your gang members? Would you like to stay as my little princess? Sweet little slut belonging to Mr. Gojo Satoru?"

"Y-yes, fuck it ah, just like that, just there" You couldn't hear anything other than the loud slapping of his cock echoing around the room and his sweet lustful voice,which you were too cock drunk to understand at this moment.

It's been 10 mins since he's been monstrously pounding into you at full pace. He held your arched back and laid back, making you ride him.

"ride it sweetheart. Make me feel good mhm"

His words spread chills in your body once again, your mind forcing you to bounce but your legs weren't helping you out.

He sensed this and grabbed your ass, moving you up and down his on cock. You felt him twitch inside you,now he was the one who was a moaning mess.

"Fuck, fuck, just like that baby, ride me like that doll, yess you're doing 't right my princess. Ahh fuck...look at that sweet pussy taking me in so good"

His sweet praises made it even harder to hold on.You felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he rubbed your clit with his fingers. You finally came, your breath becoming heavy and your walls closing in. Before your intense wave of pleasure was over, his cock twitched inside you one more time before he came, filling you up, your and his juices mixing and dripping,pooling on his hips.

You both laid there on his bed for three more mins before he held you in his hands and got up to go to his bathroom. He got both himself and you in the warm water in the tub arranged by his servants.

"let's just relax and get you cleaned up a little....before we go to round 2?" He grins, bringing his face close to yours and giving a gentle kiss. "We still have 2 hours and 30 mins left till my manipulation gets off sweetheart"

What happened that day 👀

• Fingering you while questioning you about the troop

• Thinking back, you can't believe that he moans more than you

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lisbeth-kk · 18 hours

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May Prompts

It's the day of the Fall in the Sherlock fandom...needless to say that today's prompt is fall...

The Luckiest Girl in the world (chapter 4)

Summary: Rosie starts to interact with her uncle in earnest, much to Sherlock and John's delight. Mycroft is not that amused...

Four Years Old

Shortly after our seaside visit, things were set in motion by the British Government, aka Mycroft Holmes. Papers were signed, and a few months before my fourth birthday, I was Sherlock’s legal daughter. My Papa. God, how I love him. Just as much as I love Dad. And the adoption came with more benefits. I got an uncle and two grandparents as well.

My uncle Myc, as I call him, which he wrinkled his nose at in the beginning, is a complex man. Like his younger brother, but also different. The walls around him are thicker and not as easily penetrable as Papa’s. Gaining access to Mycroft Holmes’s heart, is no easy feat. Only a handful of people have managed it, and I’m the last one in line. Walls can indeed fall.

Dad told me how Papa constantly bickered, argued and fought with his brother, but Dad knew there was love there. Uncle Myc did anything in his power to keep Papa safe, and later Dad and me.

When I started to really interact with my uncle, Papa apparently had the time of his life, because at the age of barely four, I had no idea who Mycroft Holmes really was, or what he was capable of. I just saw a pompous man, always dressed in a three-piece suit, and carrying an umbrella. The latter spurred my brain, not to mention my tongue, into action.

“Why do you always have that parasol with you?” I asked and pointed at his umbrella.

Papa rumbled and Dad chuckled. It was Papa who had told me the name of the item.

“It’s an umbrella, Rosamund,” he said stiffly and glared daggers at his brother, fully knowing who had “taught” me the name.

I didn’t care what the damn thing was called, but stared stubbornly at him and waved a hand, as Papa used to do when he didn’t want to be troubled with trifles.

“Why?” I asked sternly, lifting my chin in challenge.

“Oh, John. That surely is the spitting image of what you looked like when you turned his offer down in that garage all those years ago,” I heard Papa say.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t bother asking, so I continued staring my uncle straight in the eyes, daring him to deny me an answer.

“You got your stubbornness from your dad,” Papa always says.

Uncle Myc cleared his throat and sat down on the sofa, before he explained some nonsense, I didn’t believe for a second. How the British weather is unpredictable, that he sometimes needed it for support if his leg should, for some reason, give way. At that point Papa and Dad snorted in unison and I rolled my eyes. That got me a tiny hint of a smile. It probably reminded him of his brother when he was my age.

“When you’re old enough, I will take you to the shop that makes these, and let you choose your very own,” he offered in a tone that was supposed to be friendly, but his lack of training in that area, made it sound more like a threat.

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“Did you see his face, John,” Papa laughed when everyone had left my birthday party.

Dad giggled and was almost unable to answer, clinging to Papa’s arm like it was the only thing preventing him from falling.

“I did! Please tell me he still got surveillance cameras in the flat,” Dad said breathlessly and looked up at Papa with a pleading expression.

Papa bent down and kissed his forehead, and whispered something I couldn’t discern. It clearly contained something sentimental, because Dad cupped Papa’s face and murmured “love you”, before they started laughing again.

The reason for this silly behaviour had everything to do with Nana’s gift. It was an umbrella. Light green, with yellow flowers, green plants, and a white bird with a large beak on the rim. That in itself, wasn’t what got my fathers into a fit of giggles, but rather my outburst after I’d thanked Nana for it.

“Look, uncle Myc! I got one too. Just like yours. “

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tiredfox64 · 2 days

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Sooo I was thinking of Tomas trying to learn how to flirt because he wants to impress the reader however the reader (who has feelings in return) catches him flirting with another female Shirai Ryu member and mistakes it as he has feelings for someone else, cries about it to Kuai Liang who decides to help the reader out by taking her on a "date" to make Smoke jealous. When Smoke sees them together on their "date", he becomes consume with jealousy that fires him up to tackle Kuai Liang and bluntly tells the reader how he feels. 😅😅

It Should Be Me!

Prior notes: Oooh i like this one. I hope you don’t mind me using my oc as a place holder for the female Shirai Ryu member.

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader, and Kuai Liang is there I guess

Warnings ‼��: Silly goose, there is none! I think

Who fell harder: You or Tomas? Could be both. You sure do like each other a whole lot.

Conversation that last for hours. Training together even though he should be focusing on the others. Showing each other your favorite genres of music. Oh the memories get you kicking your feet and rolling around in bed. Everyone thinks you two would look cute together. A perfect match really. But one of you has got to confess already. Ah but it won’t be you.

You are brave enough to take a horde of assassins head on. Confessing to someone that you like them takes a whole different kind of braveness. A kind that you have to build up. For now you will carry on with the hope that no one else tries to take your man. Actually, now would be the usual time you would meet up with him. Get to it, honey!

You were about to round the corner until you heard Tomas. You stopped yourself, peeking your head out to see who he was talking to. He was talking to the new girl. There was something strange going on. Her giggling, his closeness to her, that look he was giving her, that tone in his voice. Oh no! He’s flirting with her.

You heard it, compliments about her eyes and how any man would be lucky enough to have a funny girl like her around. You practically felt your heart rip apart. It hurt to hear those words being told to another girl. You always wished he would say such things to you. A wish that may never come true now. To you it was already over. It seemed he picked another girl over you and you’re left questioning what did she do that you didn’t.

Your eyes started to grow watery and the last thing you wanted was for Tomas to see you cry over this. It was his decision on who to date, you can’t change that fact. You silently walked away while you sniffled and wiped your tears with your sleeve. The only person you trusted to share this heartbreak with was Kuai Liang. At least you knew he wouldn’t judge you since he’s not that kind of guy.

But wait! You made a mistake! You didn’t hear the rest of their conversation.

“Ah Tomas, you’re getting better every day with your pick up lines. Soon enough you’ll be getting more girls than Johnny does.” The girl complimented him.

“Aw thanks, Kris. But you know I’m only doing this for you know who.” He whispered the last part, unsure if you were around or not.

“Oh yes, yes, yes. Well I can certainly say that she will fall for your charm easily now, if she hasn’t already done so. When do you plan on asking her out?”

“Tomorrow. There’s a festival going on and I was hoping she would say yes to going with me. When we are there I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend.”

The look of Tomas’ face showed how enthusiastic he was to ask you out. He was clueless to the fact that there was some miscommunication before he could communicate to you. That girl was already hyping him up to go find you and ask if you wanna go to the festival tomorrow. You were already in Kuai Liang’s office when they were done talking.

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“I don’t know what happened. I thought he liked me.” You cried into your hands while Kuai Liang just sat there awkward.

Therapist was not in his occupation but looks like he has to play that role for you. He is somewhat confused of Tomas’ actions. He thought his brother liked you a lot considering how much he gushed over you. If his brother changed his mind suddenly he had no idea about it.

Kuai Liang lightly patted your back to soothe you, “I am unsure of what to tell you. Just…please stop crying, it will be okay.”

He wasn’t being mean he just didn’t want anything bad between you guys. Kuai Liang conjured a plan in his head of what to do while still trying to soothe you. An idea popped up in his head. It may have seemed extreme but he wanted to fix the issue fast and effectively.

“Okay, how about this. I take you on a “date” to the festival tomorrow. Someone will tell Tomas where you are and the thought of being with me might make him realize he wants you instead.” He tried to sound confident with this plan like it could actually work.

“Your plan is to make him jealous?” You asked as your crying died down.

“I guess you could say that. Do you have anything better?”

You immediately nodded your head no. Even if the plan didn’t work out at least you could get out for once. Spending time wouldn’t be bad either. You just wished it was with Tomas.

Will you ever recover from this sorrow?

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Plans were set into motion. You had your plan and Tomas had his. Tomas was preparing himself to ask you to go to the festival with him. He was all giddy and he came walking up to you with a warm smile on his face. His heart was pumping just thinking about you saying yes. His emotions made him miss the sour expression on your face.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you. I had something important to ask you.” He started off.

“Oh yeah…what is it?” You seemed dismissive but once again his emotions made him miss that.

“I was wondering if you and I could go to the festival tomorrow. I thought it would be nice. Plus I’d love to go out with a pretty girl like you.”

He thought his flirting would really get you this time. This should have been easy but what you said next shocked him to his core.

“No, I’m already going out with your brother. It’s a date.” You said it so casually before walking off as if you didn’t just crush this man.

How could this happen? This was a joke right? Yeah, this had to be. You were joking with him and you would actually come around later to tell him to come with you to the festival. Oh you’re so silly…right?

Tomas was in a daze throughout the rest of the day which continued over to the next. You saw the plan was actually working so you planned to continue with it. Though it still saddened you that he didn’t try to stop you already or ask why you were doing this.

Have patience, soon he will take action.

He was pacing around in his room, blabbering to the same girl he was practicing his flirting with about how you were just messing with him.

“I mean it just doesn’t make any sense. The two are close but never would I think they were that close. We are the ones who are that close. Oh what am I thinking? I’m sure she will be coming around soon and just tell me it was a prank and then we’ll go out there and I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend.” Yeah, yeah that should be right.

“Tomas.”

“What.”

“They’re leaving.” The girl pointed her thumb to the window where Tomas saw you and Kuai Liang leaving for the festival.

Tomas immediately bolted out the door. He didn’t care if he looked crazy to the other clan members for running out into the world, he had to catch you.

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You sighed in disappointment. The festival seemed wonderful with warm lighting around and yummy smelling food. If only you could’ve spent the time with Tomas. You kept walking with Kuai Liang, arms locked as if you two were on an actual date. He looked at you with a concerned expression. He was hoped this would go differently but he’ll do his best to make the most of it for you.

“I’m sorry about the outcome. I was sure my brother would come after you once he found out you were going with me.” Kuai Liang apologized since he didn’t want you feeling heartbroken.

“It’s not your fault. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.” Your voice cracked a little when you said that.

Kuai Liang brought you in a hug, having your head rest on his shoulders. He whispered to you that it will be alright and he’ll buy you some food. That should help.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Tomas was nearby watching you two. He really couldn’t believe you were out with his brother. When Kuai Liang pulled you into a hug it damn near drove the man crazy. He could never hurt his brother but this was the first time he has ever felt the need to destroy him. And when Kuai Liang started to rest his head on top of your head Tomas thought he was going in to kiss you.

A blaze of fury ignited in his body. Hell hath no fury like a man who is after a woman. By the gods he was pissed!

When Kuai Liang pulled away from you, Tomas saw that as the opportunity to attack his brother. Kuai Liang had no time to react as he heard the quick footsteps coming right towards him. His brother slammed into him, tackling him to the ground with a harsh thud emitting from the crash. Kuai Liang was in a daze as Tomas grabbed him by the collar of his uniform.

“How could you?! You know how much I like her! How could my own brother do this to me?” He kept shaking Kuai Liang.

Like? Wait, did you hear that right? Did he just say that he likes you a lot?

Tomas turned his full attention towards you now while still on his knees.

“Please don’t do this to me. Don’t go out with my brother. I’m the one who loves you. Don’t you remember all those nights we would listen to music together? I want to have many more nights like those but with you as my girlfriend instead of just being my friend. I love you.” He announced.

You looked down at him with shock. His eyes are begging you to accept his affection. His tone showed he was desperate and possibly even worried you wouldn’t date him.

“Bu-but I thought you were trying to go after Kris. I heard you flirting with her.”

“No,” he started to get back on his feet, “She was teaching me how to flirt. I was hoping to impress you. I just really wanted you to be my girlfriend and I didn’t want to ruin my chances.”

A blush crept onto his cheeks as he felt embarrassed for admitting that. He was also embarrassed that he was caught before and that the incident caused this great confusion.

Knowing the truth, your heart started to flutter as you realized he was doing all that just to get with you. In a way those words that he said to that girl were actually meant for you. He truly is the sweetest guy around.

You practically leapt onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips attacked his lips in a passionate kiss. You were overjoyed by the fact he wants you as his girlfriend. The extent he went through just to better his chances showed he is committed to you. This is like a dream come true for you.

Tomas was surprised by the hug and kiss but happily accepted it. His arms wrapped around your waist. This was a magical moment for him. It didn’t go as planned but he is happy that the outcome still gained him a wonderful girlfriend. He placed you back on the ground while smiling at you. And then he remembered what he just did to his brother. He swiftly turned around and saw his brother wasn’t lying on the ground anymore.

“He must have walked off. Don’t worry, he’s capable of taking a hit.” You tried to calm Tomas’ concerns which luckily worked.

“Yeah, that must be it,” He started looking around, “Well, I would hate to waste this opportunity with you. How about we explore the festival together. As girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“I would like that a lot.” You smiled at him as you two locked arms.

The night ended off on a good note. You enjoyed your time with Tomas at the festival. A warmth enveloped you as you recognize that this is no dream but a reality. A reality where you and him are happy. Just the way you guys both want it.

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Bonus ending

“Damn! You got knocked the fuck out.”

Kuai Liang heard a familiar voice speak to him as they grunted from yanking on his body. Warm liquid spilled on his face and when he opened his eyes he saw Kris dragging him while drooling over the grilled squid she had in her mouth. He grimaced as he wiped her drool off his face.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Like I said you got knocked the fuck out. Yup, Tomas done fucked you up.” She responded very casually.

“Kris, please refrain from cursing it’s improper. Now help me up.”

He expected Kris to do as he said but she just dropped him.

“What are you talkin about? It’s not improper. I’m just puttin some fuckin love in there. You can drag your ass back home yourself, grandmaster.”

He watched as she started to walk away, more focused on the grilled squid on a stick. When did she even have time to get that?

“Alright! You can curse. Just help me up.”

She listened this time and yanked him to his feet. Poor Kuai Liang, may the elder gods help him.

After notes: I got a 90 on my asl final yippie! And I should have been working on final papers but instead I was finishing this fic at school. Pick and choose, people, pick and choose. Now I better get my ass to communications even tho I hate it. Adiós!

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dreaming-of-lu · 3 days

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I saw requests are open and I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing! Could you do First and/or Twilight with a reader who sings really well but is self conscious about it? Romantic if possible

I tried to do scenarios, but alas, my brain did not wanna work with that, so hope you don't mind hc's! I gotchu chief.

First

~~ Man, oh man, where do I begin with him? I like to think that their music wasn't really much big in lyrics. It's rare to hear to music with words so imagine his surprise when he heard you softly humming tune. Only for it to slowly grow to normal speaking range.

~~ He happens upon your little tunes while you were foraging. He heard a part, something about "In mountains that are stacked with fear, but you're a king and I'm a lionheart." (King and Lionheart by of Monsters and Men)

~~ Not one to interrupt a peaceful air that surrounded your form. He instead, took careful watch behind a tree, closing his eyes, and listening to the serene song that flitted in one ear and out the other.

~~ He wasn't sure how much time had pass, but the shocked gasp had him up on his feet, hand on his sword and swiveling his head in panic.

~~ With no harm in sight, he breathes only to hear your squeak. He froze when his eyes came into contact with yours. Your voice cracked, "how long have you been standing there?" He duck his head with a sheepish smile, "your voice...it sounded lovely."

~~ He doesn't pressure you to sing to him, only whenever you feel comfortable to do so. Though, he does miss hearing your little hums and the different tunes your home made. It definitely sits in his mind to where he's humming it to himself.

~~ it's only when he had a nightmare of old memories that you sung to him in the shared inn bed quietly. He appreciates the distraction and he loves you for it even as you take a step out of your comfort zone. He cherishes the moments like those.

Twilight

~~ I like to think he loves the folk songs more than what others would actually think he would like. While yes, the bittersweet country tunes make him howl, but the folk songs got his heart swelling, foot tapping and swaying his head alongside to it.

~~ It's definitely a late night, he's on watch and you're up due to brain not wanting to knock out for the night. His ear twitches at the soft hums coming from you causing the stress from his shoulders to relax. He loves hearing your voice, even though he wish for you to get some sleep, the other side is definitely soothed that he's not the only one awake.

~~ He's multitasking! "Tossed his copper, and I watched as it fell, but there wasn't any water in the wishing well." (Wishing Well by The Oh Hellos)

~~ That song...is new... he loves the soft tune, so saccharine to his ears. While he doesn't know the lyrics, he follows along eagerly and sighs in bliss, "mighty tune there, darls."

~~ It stops and he freezes, thinking he said something wrong, he backtracks with a wince, "ah! sorry if I-" "How long have you-" "Til I heard you hummin'." "...want me to continue?" "...if you want to, sugar."

~~ The thought of you only singing just for him, only for his ears to hear, makes his heart flutter. He does the dreamy sigh and it got his ancestor wondering what got him all day dreaming. It's both of your shared secret, one that he cherishes.

~~ Would sing with you, but as you can tell, he's not really a pro at it so he'll let you do the singing. He'll hum along or to himself. Dancing while singing? a swing during a upbeat or a slow sway together on a slow one. Lullabies? when he's down, sick or has a nightmare, know just hearing your voice soothes him.

#.bea's writing #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu first x reader #lu twilight x reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #loz x reader

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 days

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Okay what about Jealous / insecure Astarion 🥺❤️

A/N: ooh i know the perfect part of the game to use for this. so there will be spoilers for this story but if you dont care about reading spoilers like myself enjoy darlings~

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I Was Being Foolish~

It was after they reached Baldur's Gate Astarion was walking close to you while you walked past another store selling goods you didn't need. You had just finished declining the reward given to you in Sharess' Caress for your job well done.

You recall how distant and uncomfortable he was at first 'sorry pet, i just dont feel comfortable doing this yet' you felt bad for even thinking of doing it so you quickly told him you wouldn't let him do something he felt uncomfortable doing. His reaction made you smile 'ugh dont be so nice to me it makes me want to be nice back' he respond looking away. It made you have butterflies in your stomach.

You, Astarion, Halsin and Gale was walking towards the Elfsong to make lodgings there but due to your inability to leave things thay catch your eye alone you ended up getting side tracked by going to the beach following clues to another murder you found out about. And because you was nosey.

You ended returning back to camp with a guilty look "sorry guys i promise i will get us a nice bed tomorrow"

At the camp after planning out the next days events going to the Elfsong being the first stop then everything else that follows which everyone agrees to you decided this time you would take Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach with you this time to give Halsin and Gale a break which they appreciated.

But as you was walking back to your tent which looked alot like Astarion's but who's really paying attention, you notice Halsin look at you as if he wanted to talk.

You wave slightly and he springs into the conversation "its because of you im able to see clearly now, and i thank you for it" he starts off smiling down at you "your Welcome Halsin" you commented only to hear him start to change his tone a bit not in a bad way but a way of....was you hearing that correctly? He wanted to sleep with you?

"You know im woth Astarion right?" Halsin nods "if he allows this to happen and maybe im hoping for his future participation. But first ask Astarion" you wasn't sure if your face was red but it certainly felt like it.

You turned and walked towards Astarion almost on auto pilot and he looked up from his book arching a brow with those lovely lips pulled to a half smile. "What troubles you my love"

"Astarion you won't believe the conversation i had with Halsin-" you startle slightly when Astarion burst out laughing "i was wondering when you was going to ask me about this"

"How can you tell?" You asked Astarion bends forward slightly "I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about "enjoying the freedom of natures gifts" " he snickers "i bet he outlaw clothing if he could" he waves a dismissive hand looking at you.

"I wouldn't have considered it, if it bothered you" you said truthfully. Halsin was the kind of man and body type that did make you curious to try, but you are staying strong with Astarion and always wanted to know his thoughts on it. And you study his reaction strongly.

"Im happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish- but i do have one question though, its not because we haven't, you know in a while is it?" His voice was calm and Collected but you can hear the vulnerability in it as well the Insecurities that was bubbling to the surface. "Love what i have with you is wholly different and special to me" Astarion gave you a timid smile "Aww, i know i was being foolish, but thank you for saying it"

The conversation was reeling in your head as you walked back to Halsin who looked hopeful but you recall as you turned and walked away how Astarion's adorable ears twitched lightly and you could have sworn it lowered slgihtly as he went in his tent.

"Im staying strong with Astarion, i love him and i don't want to lose anything we have because of any carnal lust. Im sorry Halsin" he nods his head respectfully "its alright i don't wish to ruin your relationship. But im glad i tried rather then let it bother me and never tell"

With that you went back to Astarion's tent he was struggling to trance and you had a feeling it was probably your fault so you slip inside and close the tent for privacy and slowly wrap your arms around him securely. "I love you Astarion never forget that"

You felt the tension when you touched him slowly release and a soft sigh "i love you to darling and i will never forget it" you felt one of his arms wrap around you and both of you fell into a fitful sleep / trance.

No you wouldn't trade this for anything.

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆⋆♱✮☽🦇☽

A/n: well i hope you all like this, stay beautiful darlings. I can hear half of this while writing it lol

Request are open ye

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hello I am terribly sorry if I am disturbing you but may I ask about more info about pan or bi lesbians?? for the longest time I have had an exclusionist mindset about them however seeing you talk about them in some old post and maybe not so old post is making me question things

so I would appreciate if you could explain it to me

I always interpreted this as maybe what they feel just cannot be described with the bisexual label and thought that maybe all they needed was simply idk another label or one they could create themselves however now? I am...not so sure anymore I am sorry if I sound rude I just genuinely want to know because most of what I've heard simplified is bi lesbian = bad so I really want to understand and learn, if you read this have a good day sorry for bothering again

anon, you seem like an awesome person. i appreciate you leaning into the voice of dissent and fighting back against the kneejerk reaction to exclude.

that said, i will be real with you: i am not a bi lesbian, and i have never really bothered to educate myself much on the how and why of bi lesbian identity. not because i'm not interested, just because i have never really felt possessed to.

the fact of the matter is whatever the fuck someone tells me their identity is, i accept that without diving into a rabbit hole on the topic and bothering to become an expert. my experience with bi lesbians was that bi lesbians told me 'we're bi lesbians' and i said 'cheers bro i'll drink to that'

i did not bother to ask further questions. because they're just vibing and not hurting anyone and it doesn't really effect me, and i don't really have an impulse to ask people to 'explain' their identities or sexual preferences to me. lesbians is lesbians. they're my sisters

if any bi lesbians would LIKE to chime in here that is awesome and welcomed but like... i don't know man. if you met one bi lesbian, you've probably only met one bi lesbian. its a community comprised of thousands of people with thousands of different experiences. try befriending a bi lesbian and asking them what it means to them if the opportunity presents. befriend lots and learn lots. thats all i can really tell you. i don't interrogate people about their amorous or sexual inclinations.

#wendy answers #Anonymous

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enoe-of-noen · 3 hours

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Glass Petal Vision

Based on the Glass event <3

☞ Word count: 1,104 💀

Mc took hold of a petal on the ground. “Oh! Does that mean we get to see what your ideal world is, Mc?” Luke looked up at them expectantly. Mc chuckled and shrugged. “Well, let’s see.”

A bright flash of white appeared and cleared as the cast found themselves in the House of Lamentation. “Mc!” whined Leviathan as he tugged on Mc’s sleeve. “Tell Mammoron to pay me back already! He’ll listen to you!” Mc sighed as they closed their book.

“Ah, Mc, before you take care of that, could I tell you about this chapter? A quick second.” Satan peered from his book with pleading eyes. Mc chuckled at the sight. “I promise I’ll deal with Mams quick, Tanny.”

“Mc, I brought back food for you.” Beelzebub handed Mc a donut. “That’s your favorite flavor, right?” “Yeah.” Beelzebub’s eyes sparkled and grinned. “I’ll get that next time too, then.”

Mc nodded and took a bite. Belphegor passed by with his pillow, kissing Mc’s cheek. “I’m gonna take a nap, join me later,” he smiled briefly before walking off, following Beelzebub. “Mc! Check this out!” Asmodeus showed a magazine with him on the cover, dressed in stylish clothing. “You look dashing.” “Don’t I? They really captured my good side — like this? The lighting was perfect!” Asmodeus practically squealed.

“Hey! Mc! My man! Got any spare grimm you could lend to the Great Mammon?” He jumped onto Mc’s back, making them stumble. “Mams!” They laughed. “Mammon, for the final time, stop jumping on Mc! You could damage their back.” Lucifer stepped in with a scowl.

Mammon groaned and slid off Mc’s back. “Back to the grimm,” he whispered into Mc’s ear. “Mammon!” Lucifer glared. Mammon ran off as Lucifer calmly walked after him, leaving Mc alone. Yet, despite it all, they stood there, smiling.

White flashed as they return to the present. “Wait…nothing was different about that world.” Mammon pointed out. “Captain obvious, here,” Belphegor scoffed. “What, hey! Respect your elders!”

“Isn’t that touching?” Simeon smiled woefully. “Couldn’t help but notice the fact we weren’t part of this vision of yours,” Solomon frowned. Mc smiled, patting Solomon’s shoulder.

“You’re just jealous. Besides, it seems we have overworked the flower.” Mc chuckled. Their laugh made Simeon and Solomon smile. “As long as you’re happy, Mc.” Diavolo grinned. “It is an honor to know that you don’t see much to change,”Barbatos added. “Not that it’s a bad thing that the others did.”

“Really, Mc? Are you truly that selfless?” Luke beamed. Mc shook their head. “I just enjoy how things are now. Yeah, I have wishes and whatnot, but I’ve got you guys and your silly quirks. I might not love everything, but I certainly love all of you.”

Leviathan and Luke teared up at notion and wiped their cheeks. “That’s awfully sweet of you, Mc.” Satan smiled warmly. “I promise I’ll always share my food with you, Mc,” Beelzebub chuckled. “I promise to always give you the chance to nap.” Belphegor offered.

“If you need a listening ear, you’ve always got me, Mc!~” Asmodeus cooed, hugging them. Mc snickered as they pat Asmodeus’ arm. “I’ll gladly spend hours with a book and your company in my room.” Satan bowed slightly as he took Mc’s hand and kissed their palm.

“M-my room is always open if you want to play games o-or watch anime together!” Leviathan squeaked, an obvious blush on his cheeks. “The Great Mammon’s got your back! Anytime, any day, human!” He boastfully pointed to himself with his thumb. “You can always rely on me, Mc.” Lucifer smiled sweetly.

“Don’t forget about us, Mc!” Luke held their jacket. “I’ll always make sure to invite you whenever we bake! Always!” Simeon hummed in agreement and pat the chihuahua’s head. “We enjoy your company.” He handsomely smiled.

“I’ll always lend a magical helping hand,” Solomon smirked, holding his hand out. Mc smirked back and took it softly. Asmodeus giggled, still hanging onto Mc’s neck as he snuggled. “I’ll prepare you tea whenever you visit the young lord’s castle, dear Mc.” Barbatos smiled with closed eyes, a hand placed on his chest. “Haha! It’s always wonderful to see Mc be appreciated!” Diavolo laughed.

“And what about you, Dia?” “Pardon?” Mc pat Asmodeus’ hands and he let go with a mischievous expression. Mc approached Diavolo closer with intent in their eyes. “What exactly can the lord of the Devildom do for little old me, hm?” They smirked, circling Diavolo like prey. Diavolo felt a thrill and he laughed with red cheeks.

“My castle is always open for your visits!” He grinned, desperately trying to keep his composure. Mc giggled. “What about,” their hands ghosted Diavolo’s arms, “these are kept open for me? You know how much I love warm hugs.” They hummed. Diavolo heard his heart in his ears and struggled to not breathe so heavily.

Meanwhile, Lucifer was holding the brothers back from intervening. With Simeon holding back Barbatos and Solomon. “Oi! Human! You’re flirting with the wrong demon! Your number one is over here!” Mammon’s mouth was promptly shut by a swift wave of Lucifer’s hand.

“Young lord, Mc,” Barbatos strained. “Please, Barbatos, calm down,” Simeon begged. “What’s going on?” Luke tried to grab at Asmodeus’ hand covering his eyes. “Hush, Luke! Tension!” Asmodeus snickered. “T-tension?”

“I’ll come over to the castle after this ordeal is over, m’kay?” Mc winked at Diavolo, making him still. “Mc, I can’t hold Barbatos any long-“ in an instant, Barbatos chased after Mc and they cackled as they sprinted. “Go easy on me!” They laughed maniacally.

“Should we not help them?” Beelzebub looked at Lucifer nervously. “They deserve it.” “Hah?! I was jealous but I ain’t letting that old man beat my human to death!�� Mammon retorted.

“Don’t worry, Mc will be fine. This isn’t their first time,” Lucifer sighed. “Wahhh?? What does that mean?” Leviathan fidgeted with his hands. “Haha, Mc tends to be…frivolous with Barbatos.” Diavolo chuckles as he scratches the back of his neck.

“They’re allowed to do that?” Asmodeus grinned. “They’ve survived?” Mammon looks flabbergasted. “It seems to be a privilege that Barbatos gives to lord Diavolo and Mc exclusively,” Lucifer looks at the two squabbling and wrestling in the distance.

Minutes passed and Barbatos returned with a scruffed up dragging behind him. “Excuse my outburst,” he bows. “Mc!” Mammon cries as Belphegor snickers. “Y-you didn’t need to go so hard on Mc, Barbatos.” Diavolo smiles.

“You are not exempt from punishment, young lord.” Barbatos’ smile sent chills down Diavolo’s spine. “O-of course…” Barbatos sighed and kissed Mc’s head before handing them off to Lucifer.

This took too long oml, the ending went off the rails 😭

#obey me #obey me drabble #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me x mc #obey me glass event

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thekeeperof-thefandoms · 6 hours

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Hello, oh my, damn... so english isn't my first language and i wasn't sure how to phrase it better so don't worry, i totally understand being uncomfortable and I'm sorry 😅

I did enjoy your version very much and i also think that you should definitely go for a crow reader cause that is such a cute idea!

- accidentally proposing anon

No problem! And since you're interested here's some very quick ideas I had about crow reader before I go to work today!

Alastor

Nothing phases this man anymore. Niffty literally gifted him a crown of dead roaches. So when you flutter excitedly and present him with a string of shiny can tabs, you've been collecting he accepts it graciously.

"You're quite right dear, these are incredibly colorful. Yes, very shiny are you sure you don't want to keep this? Oh! You made it for me? Well, aren't you just precious."

He makes it into a necklace or even something to decorate his horns.

Vox

Valentino likes light, you like shiny things, both of you tend to like being around screens and bright colors.

Except you don't just like screens, it's anything colorful or shiny. Actually sometimes it's not even that, its just random odds and ends that caught your attention for some reason. He gets it sometimes, textures, patterns, things like that.

But you have everything from soda can tabs to random buttons to rocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. You have different sticks and pieces of wood you found that for some reason you then had to have. Pieces of mismatched jewelry. It's cute but it also clutters up space and he eventually designates one room for your stuff and tells you to keep it condensed. You do, and swear it's organized, but it's all just a jumbled mess to him.

He's in his lair, observing all the many different cameras, looking for some wannabe actress who owed him money, when you bounce in, barely stifling excited squaking. He sighs fondly and turns to you, knowing he's not going to be able to concentrate until he sees what you want to show him.

It's a collection of your molted feathers, the best ones, sleek and iridescent, bound together with some colorful twine you found and attached to it is a miniature glass jar filled with colorful, shiny bits of plastic, metal, and rock, and corked shut and sealed with hot glue.

It makes a nice rattle sound when he shakes it and the feathers are nice to pet and run his fingers over and..."Did you make me a fidget toy? From....random stuff you found? That's, that's actually really cute, thanks Doll."

He downplays how much he uses it, but it's literally on his key ring, so you know it goes everywhere with him and if during long meetings his staff are subjected to the consistent background noise of little shiny bits rattling around in a jar, then that's their problem.

Lucifer

As you may have noticed Lucifer also tends to collect things he has no need for. But he might need it one day! Between the two of you it does get to be a bit of a problem, so you both agree to sort through and condense your piles.

It takes days cuz you guys keep stopping to show each other cool stuff you guys have. Then, several more days just to get through his numerous rubber ducks. Eventually it's down to a single room where your collections have merged. Each item carefully chosen and presented to one another like expensive jewelry or other such luxurious things. But it's a cool rock you found, a giant bronze spring, a box full of candy wrappers with clever sayings, and a scrapbook with various brightly colored pieces of cardboard from snacks, toys, shoes, literally anything, that caught your eye.

It's anyone's guess on who adds what, but you do both have to agree on it before it's added so you don't hoard things again.

That's the end, but maybe I'll go back and add Adam and some of the other characters later. I just wanted to get my initial ideas down before work.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader

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javier-pena · 1 day

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interlude: compersion

Pairing: Katie x f!reader (Katie x Javier Peña)

Word Count: 3.6k

Rating: Explicit (🤭🤭🤭)

Summary: Katie comes home from work with a story to tell.

Notes: So the thing is I actually wrote this in August 2023, and I wanted to not post it right away for reasons that are too complicated to discuss in this short note. This is set after Triumvirate, Part 4 which I obviously haven't written yet, but I woke up this morning with this strong urge to post this short drabble, so here it is. As always, I want to thank Dani @alexturner for encouraging me to work on this story, and for still indulging something that started as a hungover idea literally years ago. I had a lot of fun reading through all your excited comments this morning that you left almost a year ago!!

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“It was fine.” That’s the answer Katie gives you to the question whether she had a nice day at work. “No, not really,” she answers whether anything exciting happened. “He’s going to be late … paperwork.” It’s curious how her voice breaks when she says that.

You’re in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a light salad. Katie is there too, still in her office attire, nursing an ice-cold beer bottle, nervously picking at the label. Your gaze definitely isn’t fixed to her throat every time she takes a sip, and it most definitely doesn’t get stuck on the exposed flesh that appears between the silk fabric of her blouse when she stretches her back.

Katie is agitated tonight, as if there is something on her mind she wants to tell you but can’t find the words for. You’ve been there before – the first time she killed a man, coming home terrified of you looking at her differently now. The one time her estranged best friend from college died and she couldn’t handle the grief on her own. And the one time Javi shouted at her in front of the entire team and her heart cracked a tiny bit (this one was easily fixed – Javi made it up to her and it hasn’t happened since). It just takes her a while to say the words, but you know she’ll eventually find them, and you’ll be there for her once she does.

“I picked up this at the market today,” you change the subject, holding up a borojó. “I thought we could try it after dinner.”

Katie looks at the green fruit warily, and her calculating gaze makes you laugh. “What?” Katie challenges.

“Nothing … your … you look at everything like it’s a problem to be solved. It’s endearing.”

Katie’s cheeks darken with a flush. “I was just wondering how we should go about cutting it open.”

“One step at a time,” you say, putting down the knife you’re holding and wiping down your hands. “Did something happen at work today? Something you need to talk about?”

Katie grimaces. “I can never hide anything from you, can I? I mean, Javi is … that’s one thing, that’s his job. But you …”

“Call it female intuition.”

Katie rolls her eyes, but settles them on you with a loving gaze. “Later,” she says.

You nod. “So something did happen then?”

“Oh my God.” Katie laughs one of her mesmerizing laughs that doesn’t leave anyone cold. “You bitch.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Thanks. That’s something I learned from Javi.”

Katie smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me now?” you try again.

Katie stands up from the small kitchen table with a sigh, leaves the bottle of beer behind. “It’s nothing bad,” she says, leaning against the kitchen counter next to you. “I’m honestly not even sure why I feel so nervous talking about it.”

You watch her, waiting for her to continue.

“Javi and I … we …” Katie takes a deep breath, lowers her gaze to the kitchen floor.

This beginning could be followed by a million different outcomes, infinite possibilities. Your heart beats faster now, some of Katie’s nervousness rubbing off on you. You feel her naked arm next to yours, her bare skin hot to the touch. She rubs her neck, brushing against your arm in the process.

“Today,” Katie starts again, “Javi called me into his office.” She lowers her hand, grips the kitchen counter behind her like she needs all the support she can get. “We did it.” She stumbles over the words, and then her gaze is on you, searching your face for any kind of reaction.

You’re not quite sure how you’re supposed to react. “You did what?” you ask.

“Oh,” Katie whispers, pulls a grimace, buries her face in her hands. When she looks back up, she’s bright red. “We had sex.”

Several things happen at once. You laugh out loud with relief because you had expected the worst, even if you didn’t show it. You laugh because Katie, your Katie, the most confident, the most outspoken, the sexiest woman you know, struggled to admit she fucked her boyfriend. And you feel a tingling sensation at the base of your spine, one that wasn’t there a second ago.

“Okay,” you say, licking your lips. “Okay,” you repeat.

“I know we agreed to be open about it all.” Katie is stumbling over the words again. “I don’t want you to think I was trying to keep it a secret.”

“I wasn’t thinking you were,” you assure her, trying to ignore the tingling that’s growing stronger. “It’s not like I don’t have sex with Javi when you’re not around … it’s not like we don’t have sex when he isn’t.”

“I know,” Katie sighs. “But it’s …”

You know what she can’t bring herself to say. It’s the first time Javi and Katie had sex and you weren’t there, something that was bound to happen sooner rather than later. And yes, you were scared of it, at least to an extent, scared of them discovering they don’t need you around at all, scared to become the third member of a pair. By the looks of it, Katie was also nervous about this moment, about your reaction to it.

Your reaction is not what you had expected it to be.

“What was it like?” you ask, leaning in so closely you can feel her nervously exhaling.

“What?” she asks, her breathless voice not so different from what she might have sounded like in Javi’s office today.

“Go on,” you say, kissing her neck right where you can see her pulse quiver, “tell me.”

You feel her swallow hard beneath a second kiss. “I …”

It’s such a rare thing for Katie to be at a loss for words. It’s such a rare thing for you to have the upper hand. You grab her jaw, move her head, so more of her neck is exposed, and relish her sharp intake of breath. She shifts against the kitchen counter, her hands searching for purchase, as you kiss her skin softly, slowly, trying to show her that there is no reason at all to be nervous about your reaction, no reason to be ashamed about letting your boyfriend fuck her.

“There isn’t much to tell,” she finally says, a rasp in her voice. “It’s not like we planned for it to happen … it just did.”

You nip at a tendon in her neck. “How did it happen, Katie?”

You using her name like that makes her tremble. “He wanted to see me about some reports that had been misfiled.” She groans as soon as the words are out of her mouth. And you know what she’s thinking – there are sexier ways to tell this story. You let go of her jaw, place your hand on her naked thigh just below the hem of her skirt, and stroke her lightly.

“Was he very angry at you for misfiling those reports?” you tease, unable to stop yourself from smiling against her neck.

An airy laugh escapes her throat and you feel her relax against the kitchen counter. “I would never misfile anything. It was someone else.”

“And did you tell him that?” you ask automatically, feeling lightheaded from breathing in Katie’s perfume, lightheaded from the happiness you’re feeling right this very moment.

“I did, and he …,” She giggles when your fingers on her thigh brush against a ticklish spot. “… He looked at me with that funny look he always gets when someone tells him he’s wrong.”

You know that look all too well, the furrowed brow, the slightly parted lips, as his brain is trying to process what he has just heard. Katie has her eyes closed now, as if she’s right back there with Javi in his office. She shakes back her hair, her dark curls tumbling down her back, and you kiss your way along her jaw, toward her lips.

“He …,” she clears her throat, “he walked around his desk, past me, and shut the door. I vividly remember the sound of the lock snapping shut because it was so quiet after that. And it was clear I wasn’t leaving until we had resolved the issue.”

“Do you think,” you start between kissing her chin and the corners of her mouth, “that the whole thing was just an excuse to get you to come to his office?”

Katie laughs again and your heart summersaults. It’s your favorite sound in the world. “No, he had the reports right there on his desk.”

You huff in disappointment.

“But I’m sure he knew I hadn’t been the one to misfile them,” she adds.

You want to kiss her so badly but you know it would break the tension between you. And you would be giving her what she wants without her having given you anything so far. With a heavy heart you draw back, even remove your hand from her thigh, and lean against the counter. She opens her eyes, the lids fluttering with confusion.

“What happened then, Katie?”

You watch as a flush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. “He came closer to me again, still asking about those reports.”

“And you …?”

“I was also focused on the reports.” The sly grin on her lips tells a different tale.

“I’m starting to think nothing happened after all,” you say, mirroring Javi in her story, stepping in front of her so she’s trapped between your body and the kitchen counter.

Katie’s sly grin grows wider. “Oh, you’re mistaken.”

“Then why not just tell me?” you ask. You pop open the highest button on her blouse, revealing some of that flushed skin.

Katie lowers her eyes to your hand hovering above the next button. Doubt flickers across her face before she answers, “It really wasn’t all that interesting.”

The next button comes undone, and now you can see the top of one of her black, lacy bras. You wonder if you’re the second person to see it today. “I still don’t quite understand how you got from talking about those reports to …” You’re absent-mindedly tracing the outline of one of Katie’s breasts over her blouse, and before you can finish the sentence, she suddenly flinches.

“Please.” Her whimper sets the base of your spine on fire.

You cup her breast, not surprised to find her nipple rock-hard beneath your fingers. “Quid pro quo, Katie,” you whisper into her ear.

“Okay.” Katie exhales shakily, but you still notice how she straightens her back just a tiny bit so your fingers come a tiny bit closer to squeezing her nipple. “He kept going on about those stupid reports and I began to feel frustrated because he didn’t believe me. So finally, I snapped, ‘This isn’t about those reports at all, is it?’ And he just stood there, right in front of me, and I could watch the penny drop.”

You reward Katie by squeezing her breast, rolling her clothed nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She rewards you with a strangled moan.

“I don’t know if it was all a set-up or if he really had no idea what he was doing,” Katie goes on, “but the next thing I knew he had his hand wrapped around my wrist, and my wrist pinned to his desk behind me, and he said, ‘You should be more careful how you talk to me’.”

You kiss her neck, just below her ear. “Did that turn you on?”

“Yes,” she admits breathlessly, and you have to fight hard to keep down a whimper. “But we were in his office and I … I didn’t think … we had never …”

No, of course they hadn’t. They didn’t want to start any rumors about Javi cheating on you with the new, pretty girl at the office. But you also didn’t want them to hold back on your account. You let go of Katie’s breast just to place your hand back on her thigh, your fingers brushing her skin under her skirt, higher than they had been before.

“What did you tell him?” you ask, feeling as if you’re right there with them in Javi’s office. If you focus, you can even smell the cigarette smoke on her.

“He … I …,” Katie stammers, then bites her lip as your fingers brush the inside of her thigh. “I told him I’m going to talk to him whichever damn way I please if he keeps accusing me of lying. And then …” She’s bright red now, a sheen of sweat is covering her brow. “And then he …” She swallows. “He pushed his hand beneath my skirt and right between my legs and when he pulled it back out, his fingers were … they were coated …”

Your fingers are right there too, brushing up against her underwear, then pushing the fabric aside to find her soaked. She moans loudly at your touch, right into your ear, and when you pull away her eyes widen in protest until she sees it's to show her how wet she is for you.

“Did you make the same pretty sounds for him?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “I couldn’t. He … he was kissing me.”

“Was he now?” You kiss the corner of her mouth, and her hand flies up to wrap itself around your arm. You kiss the other corner and she squeezes.

“God,” she groans. “What more do you want from me?”

“The whole story.” You kiss the tip of her nose. “Every.” You kiss her temple. “Little.” You kiss her cheek. “De -” Before you can finish, she has the collar of your shirt bunched up in her first, and her lips are on yours, hungrily taking and taking and taking. You push up against her until your bodies are molded together by forces much stronger than you. You feel her shake against you, you feel mounting pressure between your legs, you feel her tongue brush up against yours like she hasn’t kissed you in years. All you can think about is grabbing her hand and shoving it down your pants but … not yet.

You push yourself off her and she immediately follows, so you grab her hair at the back of her neck and pull her back. “Come on, tell me the rest.”

Fire flickers in her eyes for a brief moment as she considers protest, rebellion even, but then she realizes there’s no use. You have the upper hand. “There isn’t much … I don’t know …,” she says between deep breaths. “It all happened so fast.”

Your lips are back on her neck as you kiss a trail toward her chest, toward the skin you exposed there earlier. When you cup and squeeze one of her breasts lightly, she arches her back.

“The reports, they … he just pushed everything off his desk,” Katie continues. “I think I … I flinched because it sounded so loud, I was sure someone would come … or maybe I should’ve thought that, I don’t know. I don’t remember, I just remember him lifting me onto the table.”

You reward Katie by reaching under her skirt and pressing two fingers against her clothed clit. She presses herself into the touch, rolls her hips, her eyes firmly closed now.

“He just … his pants were undone, he pushed them halfway down his thighs, I was shoving my skirt higher up. He … he didn’t even take off … he just pushed my underwear aside and then he was inside of me.”

Now you do whimper at that image, as you think of Javi’s naked butt, his tie that is coming undone, of Katie’s feet wrapped around his waist, only one still stuck in a shoe, of them both eagerly pushing and pulling at each other.

Katie opens her eyes and looks at you, waiting for your next question. It doesn’t come to you; you have no idea what else you could ask, your brain preoccupied with what she has told you already, your body preoccupied with screaming for release. Her hand finds its way past the waistband of your trousers, between your legs, and now it’s your turn to lean into her touch. She doesn’t tease, pushes past the waistband of your underwear too, and makes you tremble with her fingers on your clit. You’re soaked, you know you are, and it doesn’t seem to surprise her. She just rolls your clit beneath her fingers, mimics your movements between her own legs. When you slow down, she slows down, when you push the tip of your finger inside of her, she does the same. It’s utter bliss and torturous hell at the same time, and if you’re not careful, you won’t get to hear how the story ends.

You grab her wrist, pull her hand out of your pants. “Later,” you say, kissing the tip of each of her fingers, tasting yourself on her skin.

“He put his palm over my mouth,” Katie continues, “because I couldn’t keep quiet.” Her eyes are bright and shiny with arousal and they don’t leave yours for a second. “I had my hands on his shoulders, I was … he kept pushing me up the table with each thrust. I could hear the drawers rattle. It was … I think we were too loud.”

“But that’s how you like it, isn’t it?” you tease, pushing two fingers into her at the same time.

“Yes,” she moans so loudly you can probably hear it floating out of the open kitchen window and down onto the busy street below. “But he was so quiet. Just a few grunts. I wanted to hear him, I … But before I could do anything, I was …”

Now she averts her gaze, and you see the tips of her ears turn pink.

“He just … God,” she groans, and you’re not sure if it’s because you hit that spot inside of her or because of the memories. “He let go of my mouth and kissed me and called me his good girl.”

“You are a good girl, Katie,” you tell her and kiss her sweaty brow. “You’re always so good for us.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she curses, gripping your shoulders. She’s about to come, you can feel it, you can hear it in the way she pants, so you slow down. She whines, a sound that happens completely involuntarily, but she doesn’t complain.

“What about Javi?” you ask, your voice quiet now. You can feel your mouth go dry, and you’re not quite sure why.

“He pulled out and lifted me off the table. I thought we were done.” Somewhere between those pants there’s an airy giggle. “We weren’t.”

“Of course you weren’t,” you say, and kiss her brow again.

“He turned me around, pinned one of my wrists to my back. I could feel him shove my skirt back up my hips, and then he …” Her breath hitches.

“You’re saying the words this time, Katie.” You brush your palm softly against her clit.

With a steady voice, she says, “He pushed into me, then pushed my chest down onto the desk.”

You feel her flutter around your fingers at that memory, and your body responds with an aching emptiness of its own. “Did he come inside of you?” you ask.

She nods.

“Say it,” you demand.

“He fucked me in that position but it didn’t take long. He … It was just a few thrusts and then he was coming.”

“What did it feel like?”

Her eyes widen as she stares at you, shock and arousal lighting up her eyes.

“What did it feel like,” you repeat, “knowing anyone could have walked in on you at any time?”

“Please,” Katie whimpers, pushing down onto your fingers with trembling hips.

“Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”

She’s so fucking close, you can feel her tighten around your fingers. But she nods and licks her lips. “Liberating,” she says, and you know exactly what she means. “I came again when I felt him come inside of me, when he finally let go and swore and gripped me tighter. I could hear voices outside on the corridor, and he could hear them too, and he thrust up into me a few more times to get me to make some sounds. He …”

You’re so close to Katie now you’re practically straddling her leg. She holds you close with a hand on your hip.

“Please let me come.”

When you had woken up this morning, there had been a nagging unease in one of the chambers of your heart, one you couldn’t quite explain. Now, in the evening, you’re not only able to name it, you see it was entirely unfounded.

When Katie comes, she holds your gaze, encourages you to rub yourself against her thigh. She makes the prettiest sounds, whispers your name. Kisses you.

Nothing has changed.

You’re still trembling against her when her breathing is calm again, you’re still swallowing hard when she is fixing her skirt and buttoning up her blouse. Then she moves you so your back is against the kitchen counter, and kisses you slowly, putting everything she can’t say into the way her lips move across yours.

“You’re both always so quiet when you watch me come,” she whispers into your ear, and now it’s your turn to feel your cheeks heat up. “Let’s see if I can make you let yourself go.” She bites your bottom lip, then sinks down onto her knees in front of you, pulling your pants and underwear with her.

And just when she places your leg around her shoulders and licks through your wetness, you hear the key turn in the lock.

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falsesecuritysketches · 3 months

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#RKexpressions #detroit become human #rk800 #rk900 #rk800 60 #dbh #dbh connor #I've been replying to people on other social media too #so if I don't get to B3 #D12 and D4 then this likely the reason!#because I've already drawn them somewhere else!#I post here so you guys don't miss out on the replies!#myart #falsedrawsRK800 #falsedrawsRK900 #man you can really tell that I did this on different days #some lines are thicker than other days

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bumblingbabooshka · 7 months

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My name is [BRUTUS] and my name means [HEAVY] so with a [HEAVY] heart I'll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy

Something about having absolutely no choice in who you marry. About being literally forced by the law to spill blood - to accept this stranger as your husband over a man you truly care for or accept the fact that the man you love might die because you put him in danger. Something about risking becoming the wife of a man you've never even seen before a few minutes prior because you know anything would be better than putting your beloved in harm's way. Something about the trust inherent in that decision and in the way she speaks of it after. Truthfully, T'Pring doesn't know the captain and she doesn't know Spock. Either one of them could have taken her as their wife but she does know Stonn. She knows that Stonn will remain by her side no matter what. They made a plan together. They have an agreement which T'Pring believes will be upheld even though the plan changed with the arrival of Kirk. Stonn will always be there, always, and Stonn will be hers. Something about the language used around T'Pring: Ownership, subservience, non-personhood. T'Pring is an object that Spock can win. She cannot reject him, she has no say in the matter other than having Stonn 'claim' her instead. Even when Spock leaves after being very clearly rejected by T'Pring he says "Stonn, she is yours." as if despite her clear rejection he still owns her and is must formally 'give' her to Stonn. But the language T'Pring uses around Stonn is a break from that: "There was Stonn who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him." Stonn who wanted very much to be HER consort and she WANTED him. The language here is very particular - It's not, for example: "Stonn wanted me to be his wife" - he is HERS. And she WANTS him. There's a mutual affection there and a strong trust - a trust which seems to be well founded since Stonn (though silent) stands by her side at the end of the episode. <- That might seem small but if Spock would reject her for 'daring to challenge' (again, the language is not 'because I don't want you' but more of an implied disgust at her having the AUDACITY to reject him) then it's not a stretch to assume that it'd be considered an insult in the TOS Vulcan society to NOT choose Stonn as her champion after a prior agreement. Anyway T'Pring was a woman in an impossible situation within a society which saw her as more of an object than a person and she wanted Stonn and Stonn wanted to be hers and she trusted that he would understand if she had to publicly pick someone else to ensure his life would be spared and he did understand.

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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wish I was capable of articulating why I've been nonstop head in my hands about YJTV Bart and Jaime the last week or so but honestly I've got nothing. they're a lot and I dunno how to explain it. very important to me though

#give me like another week maybe idk i need to figure out why exactly I'm so emotional over them #it's like... jaime's a normal kid until he's Not and lbr he gets less normal by the day #and then bam there's suddenly a kid from the literal future who came back JUST FOR HIM #like... WILD #and bart? 100% did not plan to imprint on the guy he's trying to keep from going evil #and you can TELL but you can also tell he doesn't actually mind. jaime is nice to him and doesn't mind being attached at the hip #and that's enough for bart. they become besties in like 0.5 seconds and it's precious actually #like... idk man the fact that their friendship is actually a core detail in the whole yknow saving the world thing???#bc if bart HADN'T gotten to friendly would things have gone differently?? if jaime was less open to said friendship??#if they weren't both so willing to be open with each other and then stick together??? how much longer would it have taken #for the rest of the team to find out about the reach's control of the scarab? how much less prepared would jaime have been #for basically everything that happens all season??#like yeah he gets all anxious about practically having a prophecy over his head but at the same time the fact that bart is even THERE #is proof that said ''prophecy'' isn't set in stone.#bart sticks real close to jaime both bc 1) jaime is his mission objective as it were) and also 2) he's kinda a lonely kid #and he and jaime have a connection from the get-go bc of the time travel thing #and has bart ever really had friends his own age before???#lowkey it's almost like they're each other's security blanket of a person #not in a weird codependent way just in a friends who relax a bit more when they're together than with anyone else #bc bart can (theoretically) help and/or stop jaime if his scarab takes over which = success and safety for him (and everyone else)#and jaime KNOWS that and knows bart is prepared for the eventuality which also puts him a bit more at ease #idk I'm just throwing stones at the water and hoping they skip but OUGH peak dynamic actually #Lu rambles #...slightly more unhingedly than normal maybe #yjtv #meta finding tag #for my tags #yeah idk just. many thoughts and feels :)

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I've had a hard time articulating to people just how fundamental spinning used to be in people's lives, and how eerie it is that it's vanished so entirely. It occurred to me today that it's a bit like if in the future all food was made by machine, and people forgot what farming and cooking were. Not just that they forgot how to do it; they had never heard of it.

When they use phrases like "spinning yarns" for telling stories or "heckling a performer" without understanding where they come from, I imagine a scene in the future where someone uses the phrase "stir the pot" to mean "cause a disagreement" and I say, did you know a pot used to be a container for heating food, and stirring was a way of combining different components of food together? "Wow, you're full of weird facts! How do you even know that?"

When I say I spin and people say "What, like you do exercise bikes? Is that a kind of dancing? What's drafting? What's a hackle?" it's like if I started talking about my cooking hobby and my friend asked "What's salt? Also, what's cooking?" Well, you see, there are a lot of stages to food preparation, starting with planting crops, and cooking is one of the later stages. Salt is a chemical used in cooking which mostly alters the flavor of the food but can also be used for other things, like drawing out moisture...

"Wow, that sounds so complicated. You must have done a lot of research. You're so good at cooking!" I'm really not. In the past, children started learning about cooking as early as age five ("Isn't that child labor?"), and many people cooked every day their whole lives ("Man, people worked so hard back then."). And that's just an average person, not to mention people called "chefs" who did it professionally. I go to the historic preservation center to use their stove once or twice a week, and I started learning a couple years ago. So what I know is less sophisticated than what some children could do back in the day.

"Can you make me a snickers bar?" No, that would be pretty hard. I just make sandwiches mostly. Sometimes I do scrambled eggs. "Oh, I would've thought a snickers bar would be way more basic than eggs. They seem so simple!"

Haven't you ever wondered where food comes from? I ask them. When you were a kid, did you ever pick apart the different colored bits in your food and wonder what it was made of? "No, I never really thought about it." Did you know rice balls are called that because they're made from part of a plant called rice? "Oh haha, that's so weird. I thought 'rice' was just an adjective for anything that was soft and white."

People always ask me why I took up spinning. Isn't it weird that there are things we take so much for granted that we don't even notice when they're gone? Isn't it strange that something which has been part of humanity all across the planet since the Neanderthals is being forgotten in our generation? Isn't it funny that when knowledge dies, it leaves behind a ghost, just like a person? Don't you want to commune with it?

#spinning #historical reenactment #fiber arts #history

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☆ WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSOR — NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, GOJO.

summary: you have sex with your professor. for many different reasons.

wc: 4.2k (each of these were meant to be 500 words long so idk what happened)

cw: smutty smut afab!reader who's in university, mutual masturbation, spanking, semi public sex, toji is not a professor but a gym coach who rails you in a supply closet, but theres a lot of sex on a lot of desks so mdni.

an: theres actually a smidge of plot in this just a tiny bit if you do a deep squint, but the smut id personally say is my best yet. so give it a chance people, but come for the smut stay for the dialogue. hope you enjoy! not proofread ignore mistakes pls

☆ NANAMI

nanami kento, was the strictest teacher you have ever had. you couldn’t get away with your usual tricks that you did with some of your other professors — strutting past their office during office hours in your skimpiest clothes to get a better grade. it was as if nanami was immune to all your devices.

but with a big exam coming up, you knew you had to make something happen since studying was not your forte. so you were prepared to do anything to get that A.

“come in," his deep voice calls from inside.

as you enter his office, you are met with the sight of your professor, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, reviewing a stack of papers. he glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his work.

"what can I help you with?" he ask, his tone professional.

“i wanted to see if we could talk about the exam you set for us tomorrow,” you start to say, his eyes still focused on his papers, not sparing you a glance. “i was thinking we could figure out a way for me to get extra credit… sir.”

you had his attention now. technically you’ve always had his attention — yes nanami was different to all the other professors you’ve ever had but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a man at the end of the day.

he always noticed the way you’d sit in his classroom, your pouty mouth always gnawing at your pencil as you never had a clue what was going on. nanami always had to hide his dick feeling tight in his trousers whenever you walk into his classroom. little did you know that you actually would’ve failed his class a long time ago, but because he just couldn’t let go of the sight of how your pretty tits bounce everytime you raise your hand, he always made you pass.

“well what are you willing to do for that extra credit?” he says, his tone slightly amused.

“whatever you want” you respond a bit too eagerly, you were coming onto him hard. but it was working, you could already see the crack in his usual stoic facade. “c’mon professor nanami, i need to pass this class,” you practically beg.

“oh yeah, you definitely need to pass this exam, you’re one more failed exam to flunking my whole class,” he affirms — lying through his teeth. “so i think you should come sit up here, and show me what you’re willing to do huh.”

suddenly, you start to feel nervous. usually you’d have control of the situation, you’d flaunt your ass, fuck your teacher and get an A, easily. but this time, you could see in nanami’s eyes that from when you entered his office — that he was running the show.

you saunter over his desk, and he pushes his seat back allowing you to have room to perch on his desk in front of him. “take off your shirt,” he commands, and you’re quick to fling off your top — that was barely covering anything anyways, “wow no bra, why am i not surprised.” he stares at your hardened nipples smirking as he continues to say, “you know i see your nipples peeking at me through your shit all the time in class.”

“really?” you question coyly.

“you don’t think i see how you practically fuck yourself in your seat when i’m doing a reading,” he continues, his arms folding as if he was telling you off, “a bit disrespectful, right?”

“no i-it’s just i really like the sound of your voice,” you stammer, embarrassed at him calling you out. you couldn’t deny that your professor was hot, everybody thought so and you hated school the only thing that got you through your classes was your day dreams of him fucking you.

“oh really, well i wanna see you get off to it for real this time.”

“wha—”

“touch yourself,” he demands with a grin, “fuck yourself on your fingers, put on a show for me,” he loosens his tie, and unbuttons his cuffs, ready to watch you perform for him, “and if you do well, then we could talk about your extra credit.”

you take off your pants, your hands moving directly to your throbbing pussy — since of course you had no panties on. you press your thumb down on your clit as your fingers work their way into your cunt. you were already soaked, just from hearing your professor speak to you, so it was easy to slide your digits in and out of you.

nanami’s grin grows wider, loving the way your work your pussy, “you not gonna play with your tits?” and you take his hint, your other hand sliding up to cup one of your boobs, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. “good girl,” he praises.

you add another finger inside of you, writhing down hard on his desk against your digits. you quicken your pace, rubbing your thumb vigorously against your clit. his gaze on you served as an encouragement, your ultimate goal was shifted, at this point you didn’t care whether he passed or failed you — you just wanted to put on a good show for him.

“you gonna cum for me?” he taunts, the sound of your pussy squelching around your fingers as you drive them in is like music to his ears. you barely even noticed him fisting his dick, stroking it hard — matching the pace of your fingers hammers your cunt. “you gonna make a big mess for me all over my desk?”

“professor i-” you whine, wanting more than just your own fingers inside of you, “please i need—”

“professor? what was it that you called me earlier?” he teases, “remind me of that and then maybe i’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

“s-sir please,” you sputter, barely being able to string a sentence together. you could feel you were about to cum hard. your fingers were still drilling into your pussy, and your hands were still suctioned on your tit and nanami's dick was taunting you. “i need you.”

“you need me hmm?” he mocks, his eyebrow tilting as he stares at your fucked out face.

“yeah p-please i need your dick,” you beg, your pussy was gushing all over your fingers, as your strokes got sloppier, “i need you i-in me.”

“oh really?” he asks with a smirk, a slight chuckle as you nod eagerly, “well too bad.”

“wha—”

“you really thought i’d put my dick in a slutty student that’s not even smart enough to even pass my class?” he lectures, he tuts his teeth, shaking his head, “now finish off for me and leave office hours end in a few minutes.”

“f-fuck,” you moan out, you could barely even process his words, too busy focused on cumming all over your fingers to think about how he just denied you of what you really wanted, your hand falls off your tit, your head jerking back as your release over his desk. he’s quick to cum too, biting down on his fist to surpress the loud moan threatening to come out

“you really made a mess for me huh,” he observes, swiping his fingers across the pool of cum you left on his desk and bringing it into his mouth, “sweet.” you were at a loss for words, you were just coached through one of the best orgasms you ever had from your professor — and he didn’t even touch you — yet you still don’t know whether he’s gonna pass you or not.

“so about that exam…?” you voice trails, as you put back on your shirt, hopping of his desk.

“i’ll think about it, sit the exam first and i’ll see what i can do,” his voice turns serious, and he nods his head in the direction for you to leave indicating for you to get up out of his office. but just before you're about to leave the room he calls out to you, “oi.”

“thanks for the live show.”

☆ TOJI

“why do we always have to fuck in such awkward spaces,” you complain nearly tripping on a basketball as toji holds you upright.

“you know you love it baby,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, thrusting up into you further.

you were in the gym supply closet, having your weekly sex with your university's gym teacher. you don’t even know how your little routine came about but once he started to hammer into you every friday after basketball practice, you’ve never missed a meet up.

“don’t call me that,” you groan out at the use of his pet name.

“why not?” he grumbles, cupping your tits with his hands as he stands behind you, “aren’t you students s’pposed to listen to your teachers and all that.”

you take a sharp inhale as his large hands smother your boobs, his thick things toy with your nipples, “but y-you aren’t a real teacher, in case you forgot.”

“am too,” he mutters like a child.

“a-are not,” you spit back just as childishly.

“am, too,” he persists, thrusting into you hard. pushing you down by your nape, forcing your hands to grip onto some random gym apparatus. he uses his foot to spread your legs apart wider so he can fit right behind you. fucking into you with something to prove.

“you teach gym to a bunch of brain dead j-jocks, wouldn’t say that classifies as being an actual professor toji.” you continue riling him up, biting your lip as his hammers into you harder. “you’re more like a glorified personal trainer than a teacher.”

he drives into you deeper, “oh and your just an uppity bitch, who still ended up fucking this ‘personal teacher,’ in a gym closet,” his mouth moves close to your ear, as he whispers, “so what does that say about you baby?” he presses a kiss underneath your ear lobe, before lightly sucking on it.

his words go straight to your core, him calling you an ‘uppity bitch’ had the exact effect he intended them to have — you throwing your ass on his dick, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking you.

he sends a smack to your ass, biting his lip as it ripples at the contact of his palm. his slaps were merciless, having you scream out every time he hits your cheek. “how’s this for a glorified personal trainer huh?” he coos in your ear, feeling dignified as you rut against him more feigning for more of his dick in your throbbing pussy.

“ah you f-fill me up s-so so good,” you mewl out, as his dick pumps in and out of you stuffing you with every thrust. his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck, sucking on it as he ploughs into you deeper, hitting your spot with pinpoint accuracy.

“i know i do baby, i always stuff you good don’t i?” he groans out, your pussy was a vice grip on his dick, had him suppressing his moans whenever you clenched around him, “don’t know why you fuck around with these lame ass boys in your classes, they can’t fuck you like i do. do they?”

“well…” you voice trails in a teasing tone.

“dont f-fucking play with me,” he sputters, feeling himself about to bust all inside of you, “i’m the only one you fucking right,” when he doesn’t hear an immediate answer, he shoves himself into you his hips pushing right against your ass, “right?”

“y-yes fuck, right,” you sigh rolling your eyes at his act of possessiveness — ignoring how you pussy got even wetter at his words. “you’re the b-best i ever had, toji.”

“you’re damn right i am,” he scoffs out giving your ass one final slap as he says, “you going finish all over my dick, c’mon baby coat my dick with your sweet sweet,” and you do just that. you cum with a cry, releasing all over toji, as he shoots into you a loud groan leaving his mouth.

“aww i forgot how loud you get for me,” you tease him as he pulls out of you, turning to look at him with a grin, which he huffs out, “anyways what did i tell you about cumming in me, i'm not one of those cheerleaders you run around with,” you fuss swatting at his chest.

“yeah you aren’t one of the cheerleaders i run around with,” he repeats, “hence why i can cum in you, you know you’re my favourite fuck out of all my students”

“ugh you’re so gross.”

“you say that with my cum running down your legs,” he says, giving you a pointed look, his eyes staring down at your thighs, “i do have another hour till my next class i gotta teach, so i could clean it up for you?” he offers, already going down to his knees, knowing that was a suggestion you would not deny.

“if you insist.”

he starts to suck against your thighs as you lean against the wall, sandwiched between a goal post and a hockey stick, but just before his lips latch onto your pussy, he looks up to you with a pout, “do you really think gym coaches aren’t teachers?”

“oh shut up toji,” you mutter, pushing his head to your cunt.

☆ GETO

you storm into your professors office, pissed off. professor geto was the worst teacher you’ve ever had. he was cocky, arrogant and most of the time he didn’t have a clue what he was teaching.

“ah miss know it all,” he muses, his personal nickname he created for you during his first semester of being your professor, “to what do i owe the pleasure this time.” you were no stranger to geto’s office, you were practically the only student that actually used his office hours. geto didn’t mind it though. the unplanned visits, your impoliteness — he was amused by it.

“could you explain why you gave me a B, on my last paper?” you interrogate, waving said essay in his face furiously, “when we both know that this is easily worth an A.”

“i just think you could do better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “i just think you haven’t harnessed your true potential, that’s all.” geto knew you were smart, the smartest person he’s ever taught. he just needed to get you in his office. and he knew a below average grade on an essay, that didn’t even matter, was the way to do that.

“and what do you know about potential?” you mutter, more to yourself than anything, “i don’t even know how you managed to get this job.”

he rolls his eyes at your comments, “do you really want this A?”

"of course i want the stupid A," you reply, your tone determined. "i've put in the effort, and i've met all the requirements for this paper. there's no reason for you to give me a B except for your own personal bias against me."

“personal bias? some may argue that you’re actually my favourite?” geto leans back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "but alright, then. here's the deal," he says, folding his arms. "if you can convince me right now, in this very moment, that you deserve an A for this paper, i'll change your grade. but you'll have to persuade me.”

“persuade you?” you retort, “what you want me to do a powerpoint presentation or something…?”

he chuckles, shaking his head at your naivety, for someone so smart you somehow lack social awareness, “no i wanna see if you taste as good as you look.”

“you mean…” your voice trails, finally catching on to what he was getting at.

“come lay down on my desk,” he says casually as if this was a usual ordeal between the two of you. he could see you hesitating, “you do want that A right?”

your feet were stuck in the ground, you never wanted to be one of those girls — ones that had to fuck a teacher just to get through university. but, regardless of your below A grade, you were more curious about what it would actually be like. especially with a professor that looked like geto.

you lay down on his desk, nervous, you could feel his breath on your stomach as he slides down your jeans. he was kneeling down, his face at the same level as your pussy. he toys with your underwear, pulling at it and snapping it against your skin, giving you a smile of approval in your choice of panties. but just before he pulls them off you he asks, “you sure you want to do it smarty? you can run back to your dorm if you want?”

“anything to get the A,” you grit out, basically lying, since getting your grade improved was the last thing on your mind as he pulls off your underwear.

he takes his hair — that was usually tied up in bun — down, releasing his long hair, “just in case you need something to pull on,” he smirks.

his fingers slide across your wet slit, spreading your lips. he presses a kiss on your clit, slightly nibbling on it before working his mouth down to your pussy. you gasp at the contact as he latches his mouth on you, his tongue darting into your cunt at a quick pace.

geto hums in satisfaction as you hands immediately go to grab his hair, pulling at it as his tongue gives you long strokes, lapping up all the juices already spilling out of you. “i didn’t think my star student would be this needy, if only the class could see you now.” he taunts lifting his head up, “i guess they wouldn’t be surprised though, your as hungry for my tongue as you are to answer questions in class,” he finishes with a chuckle pressing a kiss to your thigh.

but you’re quick to silence him, clenching your thighs against his head, “s-shut up,” you whine, thrusting your hips up in his face to meet his tongue. your head was swirling, you could barely remember how you ended up on your professors desk in the first place. but all you were focused on was clawing your fingers through his scalp as he slurps and sucks on your pussy.

“oh m-my god,” you murmur, soaking his face. he could tell by the way you pushing his face deeper into your cunt, his nose forced into your arousal that you were close.

“ready to let me taste you” he asks, his voice sending vibrations over your pussy, “wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

“fuck d-didn’t think it’ll be this g-good,” you whine out. he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing it as fast as he could taking you over the edge. you moan out, practically squealing, as you squirt all over his face. he smirks, trying to get as much as it as he can.

“i didn’t know my star student could squirt,” he teases, his mouth glistening with evidence of you, “or should i call you my star squirter.”

“haha, very funny…” you deadpan, becoming slightly shy at seeing him lick his lips wiping the last remains of you off of him.

“i guess my theory was right,” he concludes.

“what theory?” you ask, puzzled, forgetting the whole reason you let him eat you out in the first place.

“you do taste as good as you look,” he comments with a pleased grin, already reminiscing about you squirting all over his face.

“so about my A?” you ask pulling up your jeans, and collecting your things.

“yeah i’ll expect your rewrite on my desk by friday,” he shrugs, going back to his nonchalant persona.

“rewrite? did you not promise me an A if i can ‘persuade you,’ at how badly i want it?” you question, going back to your original state of being pissed off, “did i not persuade you mr ‘you do taste as good as you look.’ this is so unfair”

“ask me if i care about fairness?” he smirks, a laugh leaving his lips as he watches you storm out of his office, “hey! you left your underwear,” he calls out behind you, his laugh growing as you say nothing, putting up your middle finger at him and slamming his door shut.

☆ GOJO

“do you want to lose your job?” you chastise, “shut the fuck up.”

“but i can’t help it,” he purrs, nuzzling into your neck to suppress his non stop moans and whines that he was doing as he pushed his dick in you, “your pussy’s just too good.”

you were leaning against the desk of your professor gojo’s lecture hall, your legs wrapped around his bag as he hoisted you up, grinding his body against yours as his dick drives in your pussy.

it was after hours, and gojo forgot to lock his classroom doors. as soon as your peers left the room he was quick to put his lips on yours, throwing all the stationary on his desk on the floor in the most dramatic fashion ever.

you don’t know how you got entangled in a relationship with your teacher. since you didn’t actually benefit from it, and he was needier and clingier than an actual student your age. but the mind blowing orgasms he gave you every now and again made you forget all of his ‘bad qualities.’

“c’mon don’t tell me it’s not making you feel wetter,” he murmurs in between kisses, “the idea of someone walking in on me fucking your pretty little pussy.” you ignore him, your arms tightening around his neck as you bounce on his dick. “tell me that doesn’t make you hot,” he eases his dick out of you slightly, drawing both of your attention to his member already covered in your juices. his eyebrows raise when you look back at him as if he’s just proved his point.

“whatever, i guess the idea of us getting caught isn’t that bad,” you lie, knowing it was causing you to get better, “but if we do get caught then it's your ass gojo.”

“aww you’re so thoughtful,” he coos, “you really care about me and my job, will you miss me if i get fired?”

“well i’ll miss my on campus dick,” you mutter, scratching at his back, as he thrusts into you deeper, “but i’ll be able to replace you quickly i guess.”

“oh how you wound me,” he mocks, pulling you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste you. that was gojo’s favourite thing to do to you, of course your pussy was great, but your lips were his favourite thing. sometimes he’d even drag you out of the hallway into his office —not a care in the world if anyone was around— and pull you into his lap just shove his tongue into your mouth and fondle your tits.

for a lousy professor, gojo sure knew your body well. he knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss, every stroke to make and you loved it. the scratches you were giving him on his back, encouraging him to go deeper, stuffing you to the brim. “f-fuckk you take me so so well,” he moans in your ear, whining and grunting as you tighten your hold around him.

“i’m close,” he mutters, his pace slowing. he lowers you down so your back is laying on the desk and he swoops his mouth down to your tits. enveloping your left breast with his mouth, greedily suckling at it.

“wow already?” you taunt, “you’ve really lost your touch professor, when i was an undergrad we could go at it for days.” his mouth pauses, as he looks up at you with a pointed look that reads as ‘girl really? as if you aren’t close.’ he wasn’t wrong, from his deep long strokes in your pussy, and his tongue twisting on your nipples, you were ready to cum all over him.

“gojo shit,” you curse, your hand coming down to your clit, flicking at it fast to speed up your orgasm. but gojo slaps your hand away, almost offended that you would try to cum off of something other than his hands and mouth. he bites down on your nipple, punishingly and that sends you overboard. you let out a shriek as you cum all over his dick, your hand quickly coming over your mouth to suppress your whines.

“what happened to being quiet huh?” he mocks your warning from earlier, “don’t want to get caught, do we now?” but he’s quick to let out a deep moan, as he releases into you, spraying your walls with all your cum. he slumps over you, exhausted, and wanting to just feel you — gojo was always needy after sex.

after you both come down from your highs and clean up — thankful that nobody stumbled across you. gojo pulls you into his lap, dabbing kisses all over your neck, “so when you gonna let me take you out, outside the classroom?”

“y’know that’s not allowed right?” you remind him, looking at your professor as if he’s lost his mind, “what we’re doing now isn’t allowed, but out in public is a no go, gojo.”

“not allowed?” he retorts, as if it’s news to him, “i thought it was just heavily frowned upon?!”

an: sooo what did you think? which one was your favourite. me personal lame gym coach toji really did it for me. tagging my girl @jabamin mainly just for nanami. but yes ALSO IDK WHY I MADE THE READER DUMB IN THE NANAMI FIC, but I juxtaposed it by making you super smart in the geto fic so it balances it out. anyways lmk what you thought, thanks for reading!! DONT USE MY DIVIDERS

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