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reiderwriter · 8 months

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Elevator Pitch

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 2k!!

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.

A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics 👀

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You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either.

"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen.

"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut.

"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely."

"And I'm supposed to trust you?"

"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you.

"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes.

"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation.

"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech.

"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. It’s really interesting stuff actually, there are-”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I don’t think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Can you… Can you hold my hand?” You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. “My mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously you’re not my mom, and you don’t even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thought…” He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart.

Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.

“Oxytocin,” he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. “Oxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, it’s the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.” He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex.

“Sex?” He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it.

“Yeah, never heard of it?” You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question.

“Of course I have.”

“And what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop it. “Can we stop talking about this please, I’m already scared, I don’t need to be scared and horny.” You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly you’re praying again, but this time you wouldn’t really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths.

“I don’t know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?” His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering.

“So what, you’re suggesting I just get more and more turned on until I’m not worried about death?”

“No, I’m suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.” You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours.

He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him.

You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but you’re suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs.

“Sorry, I don’t think we exchanged names. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.

“And you said we had twenty-seven minutes before we’re free, right?”

“Whose the one talking too much now?” He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From it’s perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.

“That’s it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.” Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief.

“God,… Should we be doing this here?” Your words were unsure, but your movements weren’t as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak.

“Let’s assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,” he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. “We absolutely should be doing this.”

His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.

“You think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?” His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his.

“Fuck, yes, yes, please, don’t stop.”

“Not so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?” With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word.

“I think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, you’re going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?” You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side.

“Hey, how are you guys holding up in there?” The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that he’d finished you off when he did because as horny as you’d been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it.

You’re almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him “destress” the same way he’d helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances.

In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes.

“Aaron Hotchner’s office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.” He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you you’re too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days.

When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But you’re still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall.

“Everyone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.” He introduces you by name, and you’re suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer.

“What time do you call this?” Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you.

“Spencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us on cases from today onwards.” Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat.

“I think we’re acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer Reid.” The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that you’d held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after you’d finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again.

“I look forward to working with you.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x you #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds smut #meet cute #mentioningmargins

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for faking my death to get out of an abusive relationship?

Tw for verbal + mental/psychological abuse and suicide

I used to be in a discord server with some friends, there were about 40 people in it, only around 20 who were actually active. It was a while ago I can't remember. I was in that server for about 4 months.

From the start, people would occasionally get mad at me over something I didn't do. About every month or so someone would start a rumor about me and make the whole server gang up on me, I'd tell them it was false, but everyone would still avoid me for the next couple days.

I never did anything wrong, but I was always the center of the drama, and when I asked one person, R, why, he said he didn't know and that I didn't deserve so much hate.

About a week later R was talking in the vent channel about how I had manipulated him. I DMed him to ask why, and he told me it was because I asked him if he was my friend. I thought it was fucking stupid because it's not manipulative to be paranoid, but I pretended to be sorry because I didn't want him to be mad at me.

The server also had a bot where you could submit anonymous messages, and lots of people would use that feature to make up things about me to ruin my reputation.

After a while I left the server and only stayed in contact with a few people. However, every couple days another person would tell me I'm a monster and gaslight me into thinking I'm a terrible person, and every time I asked why they hated me they didn't give me an answer.

My only real friend, T, showed me some messages from the others after I left the server, and a bunch of people were making up stories about bad things I had done to them, and people who I had never even spoken to were saying that I had abused them and was dangerous.

Once someone told me thay they understood all the things R had said about me weren't true, but said it was still my fault anyway, and even told me that R had done nothing wrong (he lied about me in front of the entire server and is the reason I lost all my friends, and he yelled at me and called me evil because I was suicidal), and then they accused me of faking having amnesia because I had flashbacks.

Eventually, only four of my "friends" hadn't blocked me, and they almost never talked to me. Everyone kept calling me a terrible person because R spread lies about me and everyone else believed him instead of me.

It was to the point where I couldn't go one day without someone sending me death threats or trying to guilt trip me with false information, and I was getting very sever flashbacks of the stuff R had said to me, and I started failing classes because I couldn't focus on anything.

Eventually I had had enough, so I tagged them all in a tumblr post about how I was going to kill myself and then logged out of both that tumblr account and my old discord account forever.

(Also about a month after I had left, I got texts from irl friends, and it turns out someone on the server found the contact info of people I knew in real life just to ask if I was dead or not. And that scared the shit out of me.)

I've left out a lot of details of the abuse because of amnesia. I have a mental disorder which makes it hard to remember things, plus the brain often blocks out traumatic memories, so I'm sorry if some info feels missing.

The only reason I feel like I might be an asshole is because once I was gone, all of them switched targets and started to harass T. They said they hated him for being on my side, and sent him death threats on anon because he was mad at them for killing his friend. They started treating him the same way they treated me, and called him a horrible person but refused to give a reason as to why, and if I had stayed around they would've left him alone.

@should-be-dead (made a sideblog so I get notified when this is posted)

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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kaisfruit · 6 months

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Hiiii loved your first first about kai!

Could I request a one shot or headcanon about each of the ninja and how they would pleasure a fem!reader pls?

How they pleasure you | All ninja x fem!reader headcanons

a/n: omg tysm for my first ask <3 this is like,,one of the few times ive ever written nsfw so!! i hope its okay :3 also im gonna leave out lloyd cuz ik technically he's an adult but idk it's still a bit weird imo warnings: nsfw under the cut (duh),cunnilingus (cole, zane, nya) , slight size kink mention in cole's part, degradation in kai's part, inappropriate usage of elemental ability (jay), umm thats all i can think of im srry if i missed anything ^^

Cole

Ugh idec he's a big guy. is that a collective hc that the whole fandom can agree on? i think so

def uses that size to his advantage when y'all are alone together

I'm talking like MANHANDLING

only if u ask tho cuz cmon we all know he is such a caring guy he would always take your wants and boundaries into account

okay, my horrible down bad size kink out of the way-

mans has a big appetite (wink wink)

goes down on you like no other. like, he treats your pussy like it's breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND DESSERT babes

there would be no breaks with him. i cant say this enough, but he is eating you out like a man starved

overstimulation bound to happen srry i dont make the rules

he would NOT ask for anything in return

this man is the biggest giver when it comes to sex oh my lorddd

you're in charge but like he is if you know what i mean?

like he does what he knows you love, but on his own terms

ur in the bed and he's just instantly pinning you down yk using that strength of his, spreading your legs as far as the can go, and boom diving in head first

srry i could fill up like 3 posts of just cole eating you out im that passionate abt this topic

Kai

Plays with your pleasure like it's a damn toy

This man is the biggest tease ever

Though, his teasing does lean a bit towards minor body worshipping bc he's just everywhere

Marking you up with hickeys wherever he can get his damn mouth

Hands? can barely keep track of their movements. One second they're playing with your tits the next he's two fingers deep in your pussy

Let's just say he's taking his time here just to make the actual sex feel absolutely amazing on your end

But rlly it gets him going seeing you all whiny beneath him at his never ending touches

it's a win-win if you think about it

THAT DAMN MOUTH.

kai is not the guy for u if ur not down for a bit of degradation because DAMN

he has to come second place to jay in the yapping awards bc he's always saying smthn during the act

he pays attention though. listens or feels your reactions to every filthy thing he whispers to you.

absolutely ruins u for anyone else. gl w this man yall <3

Zane

He is so damn PRECISE??

Like, how does he know exactly how to touch you in that spot in order to get that reaction?

LOVES i mean like absolutely LOVES fingering you

being able to watch you come undone on just his fingers? god it is everything to him

will also add his tongue into the mix bc even tho hes a robot he cannot get enough of ur taste

just so calculated w every movement

bro made sex into a science 😭😭

tells you how good you're doing for him, how perfect you look, etc.

loves praising you bc it's the honest truth of how he feels about you

tbh 50% of the pleasure he gives u is from the pure love u can feel with every slight touch, every kiss, everything

soft dom vibes iykwim

REFUSES to even try to get himself off if he hasnt attended to you first

also an extreme giver like

he would get rid of entire body parts if it meant making u feel even better during sex

okay thats hyperbole but like

this nindroid has so much love in his robot heart for u and he needs u to KNOWWWW

Nya

A GIRL'S GIRL U ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS

she has all of these boys BEAT when it comes to pleasuring u bc of her same gender advantage

her head will stay in between your legs until you are absolutely SCREAMING her name

that fact fills her with immense amounts of pride btw

i see her as giving u a good mix of gentle and rough touches that like come together to make the most intense feeling ever??? if that makes sense

she's so good w her mouth like,,,everywhere

her favorite place to have her mouth is on ur pussy ofc, but she could also give a vampire a run for their money with how attached to ur neck she is

marks litter your neck

she's so good at finding that one little sweet spot that makes your body squirm

tends to multitask as well

like if she's currently a knuckle deep in your hole then you can also probably find her mouth licking and sucking at one of your nipples

everything she does to you is just so confusing in the best way possible

Jay

everything with him is just so fast-paced

he barely gives you any time to catch your breath in between anything

just one thing after another with jay

it mostly comes from his overzealous nature

your body makes him feel like a kid in a candy store im not even gonna lie. there's so much he could be doing he doesn't even know where to start

constantly talking. what did you expect from the motormouth himself?

half of it's mumbles of how gorgeous or how breathtaking you are and the other half is just downright filthy

honestly that second part would be such a turn on cuz u wouldn't have expected it from jay

the first time he used his element on you it was an accident

he didn't even realized it happened at first. he felt you jolt at the sensation and his first instinct was to apologize instantly, but he never even had a chance as he felt how you clenched down on his fingers and the moan u let out would forever be ingrained in his brain

from that point on, he's constantly looking for the best opportunity to let the smallest current just give a little tingle to your skin

jay really knows how to keep things interesting <3

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #kai x reader #jay walker x reader #nya x reader #cole x reader #zane x reader #zane julien #jay walker #nya smith #kai smith #cole brookstone #nya jiang #kai jiang #jay x reader #fem reader

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copperbadge · 10 months

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OoooOOOOOHHH one of my colleagues just got an email that looks sketchy as hell. It was awkwardly worded, vague on detail, and wanted our wire transfer information and tax ID so that he could make a donation in honor of a deceased family member. Colleague passed it on to one of my gift officers who passed it on to me like “Can you confirm this improbably named dead person existed?” and I could not confirm the existence of either the deceased or the supposed family member who contacted us.

You can’t actually do much scamming with a wire transfer number and tax ID (the latter is publicly posted on our website) so I sent him my research with a note that I thought this was a “refund scam”: the scammer acts as a legit donor but immediately after making a wire transfer, he contacts the nonprofit to say he entered the wrong amount and asks to be refunded the overage -- crucially, to a different bank account. After sending the refund, the nonprofit discovers that the wire transfer was drawn on an empty bank account -- basically a bounced check -- but by then the scammer has also cleaned out the “refund” and bailed. (This is also pulled on individuals; never send the refund until the check has cleared, kids.)

I suggested we ignore him, but if we want to test him we could ask for something a scammer couldn’t or wouldn’t want to provide, like a legit working phone number. My gift officer replied, “Sounds good. Do you want to take point?”

I messaged back, “By take point do you mean talk to this guy as a fundraiser?”

"You could be his gift officer!” he responded, and it’s at this point that I need you guys to understand I really like my gift officer but he is also the driest human I’ve ever met and it’s hard to tell when he’s joking. He knows that I have good customer service chops but I’m also quite shy and nervous about dealing with donors directly, so I thought he might be messing with me a little.

But no! He continued, “If he’s a fraud you’ll catch it. If he’s legit, you know enough not to ruin a new donor relationship.”

I said, “Well, your faith in me is admirable,” and he’s not entirely wrong, so I accepted the challenge.

And now I get to write the potential scammer an email about how we’re thrilled with the offer of a donation, we just need a few small pieces of information first, like a phone number and if possible a link to the obituary. If he plays along the next step is to inform him that we place a two-week hold on wire transfer donations and see if he still bites.

#sam works #scams

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piastri-lover · 10 months

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who would have guessed; alex albon

summary: in which you and alex are dropping hints about your relationship, and yet no one seems to be getting the hint

pairing: alex albon x celeb!reader

author's note: i fucking love alex albon and this prompt!! icl i dont know he's so underrated but i enjoyed making this sm xx

INSTAGRAM

yourusername 📍tulum, mexico

liked by pierregasly, zendaya and 17293057 yourusername summer time x view comments

user1 i love y/n so fucking much

user2 wife

user3 are u kidding i was lit in mexico two days ago and NOW the queen is here -user4 lit flew out this morning i could have met my wife

zendaya having fun? ;)) -yourusername don't know what u mean by that --zendaya ill keep my mouth shut

user5 after 3 months of oppenheimer filming y/n prob needs a break -user6 she slayed as jean though --user5 100%

user7 mexico is my country and i'm so glad u love it liked by yourusername -user7 omg y/n liked my comment im done

user8 whos she with -user9 idk but someone def took that 3rd photo

user10 why is pierre in the queen y/n's likes?? -user11 i bet he forgot to switch accounts and liked without thinking --user12 ariana what are u doing here

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TWITTER

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yourusername 📍tulum, mexico

liked by sydney_sweeney, landonorris and 32017295 others yourusername thank u for the restuarant reccomendation, we loved it xx view comments

user13 mother is mothering

user14 she's so fit -user15 that scene in oppenheimer changed me as a person

user16 THERES A BOY -user17 omg omg omg this is not a drill

sydney_sweeney y/n... -yourusername ill call u later and fill u in babe

user18 first pierre, now lando -user19 the entire grid is simping for y/n and tbh i don't blame them

user20 the soft launch is beginning -user21 im so ready to analyse every screenshot to try and work this out first

user22 i need that dress

TWITTER

INSTAGRAM

alex_albon replied to your story:

alex_albon ur fans are going wild on twt rn

yourusername really?? i haven't checked

alex_albon mhmm like they havent stopped speculating for hours im sure i saw someone ship u with fucking lando

yourusername he is kinda cute...

alex_albon oy

yourusername im kidding we still going out for dinner tonight??

alex_albon yup its me and you, george and carmen and lando lol

yourusername all good

alex_albon pick u up at 8?

yourusername counting down the minutes baby love u x

alex_albon love u more x

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landonorris

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc and 4103549 others landonorris my fave couples (im so alone) view comments

user23 umm

user24 lando babe i dont feel like u were supposed to post this

georgerussell63 he's passed out and i dont know his password idk what to do -user25 george are y/n and alex dating??? --georgerussell63 no lando was just feeling a bit silly

user26 george trying to defend alex and y/n when we obv know they're dating

alex_albon i let him take one photo and ofc he does this -yourusername at least we look cute --alex_albon we always look cute baby

user27 i wasnt sure about alex but look they're so wholesome

user28 im j wondering how tf alexander albon pulled the y/n -user29 me too --user30 like nothing against him but y/n is... well y/n

landonorris wait i thought this was my private

landonorris so so sorry -yourusername ur buying me a drink when we next go out --landonorris done and done ---alex_albon my girl has expensive taste lando u have completely shot urself in the foot

TWITTER

INSTAGRAM

yourusername

tagged: alex_albon liked by zendaya, pierregasly and 51294856 othersyourusername lando ruined my softlaunch(🖕🖕) but anyway i kinda love him so be nice xx view comments

user31 no bc theyre acc cute

user32 i hate to have to share my wife but it would be with him

landonorris ive apologised 1000 times idk what more to do -alex_albon she had the entire thing all planned out but no lando norris had to intervene --yourusername honestly im heartbroken i might need another bottle of champagne... ---landonorris fuck off y/n the last bottle was like £1000

alex_albon leng -yourusername appreciate it bro

alex_albon the last photo❤️❤️❤️-yourusername love u big man

user33 omg i hope we get to see her at a grand prix soon -yourusername im def coming to spa and we'll see after that

williamsracing already saving a seat for u -yourusername i cant wait xx

user34 dont know whether i want to be alex or her

user35 bi awakening -user36 fr

user37 sleeping on the highway tonight -landonorris ill be joining u --user38 landos so real for that

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the-worms-in-your-bones · 7 months

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Mutual 1: I hate living the the academy dorms, the guys below me won’t shut up

Mutual 2: that beta shrigma kid set my fucking homework on fire

Mutual 3: if I was one of the tardises they use to teach the academy students to fly with I’d kill myself

Mutual 4: (on mutual 2’s post) one time he ruined an entire project because he ‘needed a part’ and ‘I wasn’t really using it anyway’. His project blew up in his face though, so I guess it’s okay

Mutual 5: I lost my textbook of Rassilon and I have a test tomorrow, I’m so fucked

Mutual 6: if people don’t stop spreading lies about me on here I’m going to reporting their accounts as spam

Mutual 7: guys, second sunset is so pretty today (a photo that is mostly window glare)

Mutual 8: I think the dorms are haunted, I keep hearing things in the walls

Mutual 9: anyone else kind of obsessed with vampires? I know we’re supposed to be ancient enemies or whatever, but they’re kind of cool

Mutual 10: day nine of my food machine being broken, if I have to eat one more apple flavored thing I’m going to give someone an early regeneration

Mutual 11: does anyone know how to get back into the dorms after curfew? Asking for a friend

Mutual 12: one of my experiments got out, if anyone sees a giant spider please return it to my dorm

Mutual 13: we should start calling the untempered schism the hole of Rassilon, like he’s dead, what is he going to do about it

#doctor who #academy era #doctor who academy era #dw #beta shrigma #theta sigma

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tsumtsumrry · 11 months

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my masterlist 🤍

tiny disclaimer: everything here is stuff that has been posted on this account, to find any of my old stuff that hasn't been posted here you'd have to go to my old account ch3rrybabyhon3y. i would post everything here but i'd feel so annoying flooding the tags lol. if there's anything specific you'd like to see/read again, send me an ask and i'll be more than happy to post it. kisses.

ordered from new to old 🤍

indicators: smut ☆ fluff ❁ angst ♪

one-shots:

Doctor's Orders: in which you have an interesting visit with your gynecologist when you come to him with an inconvenient problem.

“M’name is Dr. Harry Styles. You can call me Harry, Dr. Styles, or Doc. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m personally fine with it all. I know your name already and…” he blows out a breath with his eyes comically wide “…basically your entire medical history so I think it’s safe to say we’re well acquainted!” You take his hand and shake it softly, a small giggle leaving your lips. You don’t miss the way he glances down at the contact. His hand feels nice. And you know it’s weird to be thinking that about your doctor, especially when that same hand will probably be somewhere near your genitals in the next couple of minutes, but his hand feels really nice against yours. Calloused and sturdy, yet gentle and soft.

You appreciate how he immediately got in tune with how cracking jokes made you more comfortable. It feels like extra effort to you and a warm feeling blooms in your chest at how attentive he is. You can tell that he cares about his patients and takes pride in his job, and it makes you feel so much more comfortable.

“Okay m’darling. Says you’re here for a regular check up. Are you sure there’s no concerns? Nothing we should be worryin’ about? S’more helpful if you tell me now so I know what to look for.” His hand goes out to motion you to lie down on the examination table. You oblige and he grins at you again, waiting for your response.

Second Visit (part two)

Film Bro: in which sleepy best friend Harry gets a little too worked up while you guys cuddle. ☆☆❁

The poor baby’s worked himself up somehow and doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, doesn’t realize how needy he is. His face wears a tortured expression, his eyebrows arched and pushed tightly together. The desperate soft sounds continue to leave his slightly parted lips and all you can think about in this moment is how much you want to kiss his lips, soft and bitten.

Honestly, you’re at a loss of what to do in this situation. Do you wake him? Do you let him keep going until he ruins his pants? Do you just will yourself to go back to sleep and pretend this never happened? You know that last one’s definitely not going to work considering how ridiculously turned on you are. With every thrust against your ass, an onslaught of butterflies assault your stomach and you feel the pool in your underwear only getting wetter.

You don’t want to stop him.

Favorite Holiday: in which you and Harry are friends with benefits ☆❁ ♪

"He plans to take you home tonight, you can tell. You two have been going at this for months, the no-strings-attached sex thing. You think it’s easy enough. There’s never been any real difficulties, just the fact that you’re trying to keep it discreet.

The first kiss was at the New Years party. You were both tipsy, he confessed that he always had a little fixation on you and how you looked in “all those pretty outfits you like to wear” and you confessed that him and his “fancy british accent”, “pretty tattoos”, and “ridiculously charming personality” never failed to have you imagining kissing those incredibly soft looking lips.

He looked at you for a second, his gaze moving from your lips to your eyes as if he was trying to gauge where your head was at. Then, at the perfect timing, the clock turned twelve and your lips were intertwined. The rest is history."

Sex Therapist: in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he's not actually a sex therapist. (but he might as well be)☆❁

"“Maybe you need someone familiar.”

You can tell he almost regretted it when he said it, but there was also something of what seemed like determination in his eyes. You can only imagine the mental battle he’s having right now.

“Someone…familiar?” You say, your tone is nothing less than breathless.

“Mhm…someone you know, someone you trust, someone that can take care of you.” You know Harry’s noticed your change in breathing, the way you tried to subtly press your thighs together, you know he’s noticed and that’s why his voice has lowered to a calculated sultry tone that you know he only reserves for times like this. He’s downright seducing you and you don’t seem to have a problem with it, “any ideas?”

Good Boy: in which harry is a brat. ☆❁

"“So sit down, and listen to me like a good boy.” she says, watching as Harry rolls his eyes. She scoffs because she knows it’s all an act, but also because she knows he’ll regret this later, when he’s on his second denial and begging her to just ‘please, baby let me come’. She knows he’ll regret it.

“No? This is how we’re doing it tonight? Alright then.” She loves it when Harry is soft and submissive and just does whatever she wants off the bat, but she can’t deny the fun in making him submit. She knows he loves it too.

Harry, is on cloud nine, he loves this, he lives for it. Being forced to submit, making her hurt him. Gives him a high like no other, really gets him going. Sometimes he regrets being smart with her when he’s on third orgasm, or his third denied orgasm, but still, he loves it."

Morning After: in which you wake up next to harry after your first night together. ☆❁

"They had sex for the first time.

In no way were they virgins, but it was just as special as anyone’s first time. She had been holding off on having sex with anyone since her last relationship, scared to give all she had to someone only for them to hurt her and walk away like her ex did. She never wanted to feel that pain again.

She was dead-set on becoming a nun before Harry found her and swept her off her feet. He loved and cared for her, showing her he would never hurt her like her ex did. It took some time, but she finally learned to trust Harry. And as soon as her walls broke down, she loved and trusted him fully. She gave her all to him.

Harry wasn’t expecting from her, he just wanted to love her. So when the opportunity came to love on her, there’s no way he could’ve passed that up."

Piper: in which sub-harry let's go. ☆❁

"Piper shakes her head at his pout and opens her mouth to speak, “I have an idea.“

Harry’s eyebrows furrow and his pout lessens a little bit, “wha’ is it?” He’s talking slower and thicker due to how overcome with lust he is and Piper fight the urge to shift her thighs at the sound of it.

“Well…” she pauses to give him a slow kiss, “you’ve been working so hard lately, been so good. Was thinking I could dedicate a night to just you. Hmm? Make you cum so hard you see stars?”

Harry’s mouth parts slightly at her words and he tries to prevent his eyes from rolling back into his head at the butterflies that just swarmed through every part of his body."

Alexa: in which you're an assistant for one direction ❁♪

"“Do you want a coffee or something? I feel weird just standing here without getting you something…” Alexa mumbles and Harry’s face falls. Her words served a (very) painful reminder that she just worked for him. She was forced to be around him. Doesn’t mean she liked him. After all she only came up to him because Niall told her he needed help with something. Harry feels pathetic.

“No…no thank you.” he murmurs and Alexa nods quickly and turns on her heel to walk away.

Harry doesn’t understand why he can’t just talk to her. Every other “employee” feels like a friend (or even family) to him. Why can’t he cross that line with the one person he wants to?"

She: in which we dream with harry ❁☆♪

"The drive of his life, where his passion is derived from. He wouldn’t be where he is without her.

Some people may say it’s foolish to be so codependent on a dream, but he doesn’t see anything wrong with it. As long as he keeps seeing her when he closes his eyes, he’s at peace.

He imagines the color of her skin, the smoothness of her body, the volume of her hair, the sound of her voice. Every day he imagines it all. Every day he dreams about it."

Laura: in which you've had enough. ♪♪

"She hates herself for feeling weak, for showing him any emotion. She’s stuck between wanting him to know that he’s hurting her and not wanting to give him the power to know that he has any affect on her at all.

“You keep acting like you didn’t know how it was going to b-” Harry starts, but Laura interjects with an angry incredulous tone, feeling like if this were a cartoon you would surely see the steam coming out from her ears.

“Are you kidding me? This isn’t how it was when it first started, even when you were doing the first album, hell, even when you were on fucking tour! This is an us thing, this isn’t just a ‘studio’ thing and you know it!”

blurbs/asks:

sub ceo harry ❁☆

friends to lovers h ❁❁

sex with h headcannons ☆❁

friends to lovers angst ♪❁

sub bestfriendrry finding your vibe ☆❁

request that's basically just porn (lol) ☆☆

subby co-worker harry ☆☆

enjoy to all your heart's content. love you loads and loads. kisses. 🤍

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 1 month

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Rainy days

Will I edit this now that I’m posting it here? NOPE

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word Count: Hmmm I don't even remember when I wrote this

Notes: Man we aint gon talk about when I'm posting this

Today was a shit day. Brad from accounting spilled his coffee on your brand new white shirt, your boss called you in to tell you the deadline had been moved up a week and a half, there was no toilet paper in the bathroom and to top it off you’d grabbed the wrong lunch that morning and ended up with a leftover container of plain spaghetti noodles instead of your onigiri you’d make last night.

“This day literally could not get worse. I truly don’t think it could like what could actually happen” You grumbled as you got into your car, slamming the door shut. You pushed the break and hit the button.

Nothing.

You pushed the break and the button again.

Nothing.

Famous last words as they say.

“Are you shitting me!?!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, you kicked your feet and slammed your hands into the steering wheel

“What did I do! What did I possibly do to deserve any of this!” You screamed to no one as you sobbed in your car. Was it a bit dramatic? Yes. Did the sky decide to just open the flood gates at that exact moment? Also Yes.

You stared blankly at the rain, watching it stream down the windows. It was heavy and unforgiving as thunder cracked above you, you looked down at the heels on your feet, your brand new light pink ones. The weatherman said it was supposed to be a sunny fall day. It was supposed to nice and cool and dry. Comfortable even.

You laid your head on the steering wheel and just sat there, listening to the rain fall. If you weren’t so broken it would have been peaceful. You tried the button one more time and it still wouldn’t come on.

You reached blindly for your phone and grabbed it, punching the favorites button and holding it up to your ear.

“Hey Doll, are you on your way home yet?”

You sniffled and shook your head, not that Bucky could see you.

His tone changed quickly to worry “Y/N? Where are you?” You heard his voice a little further away, he was already searching for your location.

“You’re still at work? You got off 20 minutes ago is everything okay?” You can hear him moving around knowing he’s already ready to head out of the door and take out anyone he needs to.

“Can you guys please come pick me up.” Your voice is wobbly and small “My car broke down in the parking lot. I’m okay I’m safe I just need you to come get me.”

“We’re already in the car, we’ll be there in…what seven? Eight minutes?”

You hear Steve’s voice “Like seven”

“Yeah seven minutes okay? Keep the doors locked and stay alert”

You smirked a bit. Your workplace was 15 minutes from the house. 22 ish if the lights were in a mood. “I promise I will, see you soon.”

Steve and Bucky arrived in exactly seven minutes. You heard the tail end of Steve’s conversation as they approached the car, umbrella’s in hand. “Okay we’ll wait… thanks for the lights” Tony was a sweetheart sometimes. Bucky unlocked the doors and opened your side up, he leaned against it as he held an umbrella.

“Your escorts have arrived” he smiles a bit at you. Steve is behind him frowning, you know you look awful right now your makeup ruined your shirt ruined. But it’s not really meaning much now that they’re here. Bucky unbuckles your seatbelt for you and holds open his arms.

“C’mere doll..” his voice is soft as he hugs you to his chest, Steve comes around and squishes you between the two of them.

“You’re okay baby girl we’re here now”

You cry into Bucky’s chest as they hold you, Steve pulls you away and guides you to their car, opening the door for you. Tony had finally taken away Steve’s tiny ass car privileges. He bought him a truck fit for two super soldiers and created an entire course for Steve to practice driving with it. You remember relaxing with Pepper in lawn chairs while sipping on drinks as Tony had a whole aneurysm teaching him to drive. Bucky sat in the tailgate occasionally breaking up fights but sipping on his own drink as well.

Steve got in the truck after you, pulling you into his lap and holding you tightly to his chest, you melted into his ridiculously comfy chest, his large pecks plush and comforting. He chuckled and stroked your hair, kissing your head.

“You warm enough? Do we need to turn on the heat?”

“Trust me I do not need the heat with you furnaces in here”

Bucky started up the truck and turned on his music, something soft, something he’d play often when you couldn’t sleep. You never knew what it was but it was nice, something from another time.

“Tony should be here any minute now and then we can leave” Steve says as he puts his legs up, cradling you against his body. You lay there for a bit, still sniffling against Steve’s chest. He chuckles as he keeps stroking your hair

“Come on beautiful, it’ll be okay.”

It’s quiet for a bit as you all wait, Bucky and Steve making light conversation and you chiming in a couple times but not really saying much. They’re a little worried, they know it was just a bad day but they can’t help it.

Tony arrives 15 minutes later all ready to take your car away and work it over and see what happened. Bucky gets out and handles everything for you. The car gets loaded onto a truck and taken away to his workshop. Tony reassures you from his own car that he’ll send a car for you first thing in the morning and that you’ve been called out of work for the next week. You look out of the window and smile

“Tony thanks really but I can’t be out that long I have a project to work on and-“

Tony puts his hand up “Don’t worry I’ll have someone else on that tomorrow. I bought the company! You just rest up kid!”

Your mouth drops and before you can even protest he speeds away and Steve yanks you back down into his lap. Bucky starts up the truck and starts on his way, driving the three of you back to your shared apartment.

Once back home Bucky starts a hot shower for you and Steve goes into the kitchen immediately. He says he’s got a surprise for you for dinner and to go take a nice long shower. Bucky surprisingly keeps his hands to himself, making sure you’re nice and clean and taken care of, giving you soft kisses and little caresses.

“I know what’ll make you feel better” Bucky comes up behind you as you’re putting your hair serum in, he kisses your bare shoulders softly and puts his arms around you, watching you comb your fingers through your hair.

“What’s that?” You ask as you look at him in the mirror. He pulls open one of the drawers in front of you and takes a bottle of lube out. Your eyes go wide as he leads you into the bedroom, letting your towel drop.

“I know you’re tired and hungry so while Steve is cooking for you let’s just cuddle okay?” He pushes you back on the bed carefully

“Why do we need that?” You point at the bottle “for cuddling”

“Because it’s your favorite kind of cuddling.” He jokes as he takes off his boxers he’d put on when he went to see if Steve needed help, you bite your lip as you look at him, trying to keep your eyes on his. He smirks as he pours lube into his hand, coating his cock in it as he rubs it slowly. You drool a bit as he gets nice and hard, his cock glistening in the light. You squeeze your thighs together and he leans down, giving you a kiss as he eases you onto your back. He pours more lube onto his fingers and spreads your lips, rubbing it up and down teasing you before carefully sinking his fingers in, they go in easily and your hips buck. He chuckles as you fuck your self on his fingers, moaning softly as you tighten that coil in your belly, winding it up tighter and tighter. His thumb rubs your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out and you moan louder, your hips losing control as you cum over his fingers, he keeps pumping you through your orgasm, grinning wickedly as he watches the way your body reacts to his fingers

“Good girl, cum for me so I can make sure you’re wet enough.” He praises as you lay there, your body jello, your legs trembling. He pulls you up on the bed so your head is on the pillows. He strokes himself a few more times and gets on the bed with you, kissing your hair. He wipes his hands on a napkin from the bed and throws it into the trash can

“Nice shot” you giggle and he smiles, adjusting your body again so you’re facing him. He grabs your leg, lifting it up and positions himself between your legs, his head teasing your entrance as he pushes into you. You let out a long, low moan as he fills you to the hilt. He puts your leg back down and you adjust yourself a bit, your head nuzzled into his neck.

“Thanks Doll” he whispers in your ear as he pulls a blanket over the two of you and wraps his arms around you. You’re practically purring as he rubs your back while kissing your head. “We can stay just like this. You take a nap, you deserve it.

“You want to stay l-like this?” You blush as your cunt squeezes around his cock. He nods as he groans softly, adjusting himself again.

“You need a nap sugar and I know this always makes you feel better… let me do this for you”

“Oh and this has nothing to do with how it makes you feel?” You smirk as you snuggle into him again, closing your eyes.

“I didn’t say it didn’t make me feel amazing” he chuckles, pushing his long hair back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh “what’s there to talk about? Today was shit. I can’t believe Brad wasn’t looking where he was going he never looks where he’s going! A-and he ruined that new shirt you and Steve got me I can’t stand that asshole! I have absolutely no idea what the hell is wrong with my car-“

“Tony’s handling that” He interrupts and you smile

“Do I need to pick the color?”

“Yes and if you’d like a specific model let him know.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes, adjusting again. You move your hips a little, rolling them on his cock and he looks at you, raising his eyebrow

“He doesn’t have to do that… I can just get it fixed.” You ignore the look he’s giving you and keep gently rolling your hips.

“It’s not often an Avenger gets a happy ending Y/N… let alone two. Let him take care of you. You know how much he loves you”

You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and smile “Maybe we can invite him and Pepper over sometime for dinner”

Bucky nods, kissing your neck gently. “Yeah I think he’d like that..” He moans in your ear as you keep moving your hips on his cock, it’s not enough to make him cum but it’s enough to keep him nice and hard inside you. You feel him, warm and thick, filling up your insides. You can feel the way your tight hole stretches around him, his balls pressed against you he’s so deep. They’re so full and firm against you, you can’t help but dream about them exploding inside you, breeding your tight cunt like he loves to do.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bucky asks, his voice husky as you reach down to rub his balls between your legs. Your breath hitches as you feel them

“Y-yeah I think I am”

You're just starting to massage his balls when there’s a knock at the door. Steve stands in the doorway, in just an apron, and your mouth drops wide open.

“S-Steve?” Your voice cuts out

“I thought it would cheer you up!” He grins widely as he brings a tray into the bedroom. Bucky pulls out sighing loudly and you whine as you sit up without him. He sits up and picks your waist up, using the metal arm, it sends a chill through your hot body and sits you right back down on his cock. You cry out and he chuckles, holding your hips in place.

“I hope you’re hungry, I made lasagna” he sets the tray in front of you and Bucky but neither of you can concentrate on anything but him. God that man’s ass was something else. You can practically feel Bucky throbbing inside you at the sight of him, you’re both drooling over him.

“I think I’m hungry for something else” You mumble and Bucky nods against your shoulder

“Definitely hungry for something else”

#steve x bucky x reader #bucky barnes #rhys writes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #smut #mcu smut #words by rhys

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moonywritez6 · 5 months

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It's In The Way (Reupload)

Characters: Douma, Muzan, Karaku, Urogi

Reader: fem reader

Warning: harsh language, pet names, blood, fluff, NSFW mentions (Muzan, Douma), slight NSFW (Karaku)

Context: He notices a strand of hair behind the reader's ear to help her get it out of her face.

Wc: 4,751

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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Muzan

You silently sat across from your boyfriend, watching as he focused solely on whatever he was working on this time in his lab. You never really said much, so Muzan never complained about you hovering over his shoulder whenever he worked on his projects. You lean forward, eyes scanning all the vials and strange potions that littered his desk. Muzan watched as your eyes sparkled with each item, your curiosity knowing no bounds. Muzan internally chuckles, loving your curious nature, finding it to be something you had managed to keep from when you lived as a human. “Y/n.” He watched as the sudden sound of his voice scared you, causing you to jump as you quickly moved away from his desk, thinking that maybe you had gotten too close.

"S-sorry, lord Muzan. Was I in the way?" You asked, giving him those pathetically sad eyes that drove him mad inside. He shook his head, giving the faintest of smiles, one that, if you weren't so observant due to your curious nature, you would have missed. "Not at all, my dear." He spoke in that rare calm voice that caused your body to relax as you gave him a tiny smile of your own, perking up in your seat as you awaited his following words. Muzan's finger twitched as he held one of his vials. He felt his entire body stiffen as he fought the urge to go and place his hand against your soft-looking cheek. With a slight cough, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure as he looked away from your form.

"I was going to ask if you could find a certain article for me in that book next to you." You looked to your left, seeing the old and worn-down book placed neatly on the desk. You hum, nodding as you carefully pick up the book, placing it in your lap like a newborn child. You knew that Muzan's work meant everything to him and that he had suffered and killed many to obtain it. "May I ask what information the article contains, Lord Muzan?" You questioned softly, not wishing to bother him with your voice. Muzan hummed, glancing over at you momentarily before mumbling what he needed. You quickly got to work as you flipped through the pages each time with a gentle touch, scared that you would damage the already old book in any way.

Muzan continued with his work, occasionally sparing you a tiny glance to see if you had found what he needed yet. When he looked at you, he saw the serious look on your face, eyes narrowed in concentration as curiosity practically poured from them with each piece of information consumed into your brain. After a moment, he stops what he is doing, seeing that you are too absorbed in the book to notice. He rests his elbow on the desk, his chin in his palm, as he silently watches his lover with piercing red eyes. 'Her eyes haven't changed.' He thought, recalling when he had first met you about fifty years ago.

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Muzan walked down a quiet stone path through the woods, the only light being that of the moon, which reflected off his pale skin. Muzan enjoyed the quiet and peaceful night, finding it relaxing as he was constantly under immense pressure due to the demon slayers continually chasing after him and ruining his plans. He clenches his jaw; a vein pops in his head just from the thought. Suddenly, he stops as a smell wafts through the air, causing what little noise in the woods to stop, leaving him completely silent. He sniffs the air, a hum leaving his lips as he walks again, this time towards the smell.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell became. "Ah, I was wondering where the smell was coming from." He mumbled, standing before a pair of stone steps that he assumed would lead to an abandoned temple. "So it was you." His red eyes flashed to a girl slumped over on the bottom of the steps. He stood in front of her with an unamused look as he went and kicked her with his shoe, watching as she flinched slightly. "Oh? Still alive?" His tone held slight amusement as he watched the girl squirm, slowly lifting her head, eyes locking with his. He could see the dark circles under her eyes, her skin looking pale. The girl said nothing as she stared up at him, allowing her middle section to be exposed. "Ah, there it is." He hummed eyes, taking in the blood-stained fabric of your kimono.

"How pathetic for you to die in the woods by yourself." He taunted while crouching in front of the girl who remained silent. "You pathetic thing….you must be so unloved if this is how they left you." He watched as the girl flinched when he pressed his fingers into the wound, tears forming in her eyes. Muzan felt joy fill his body as he continued to mess with the injury. "Tell me…do you want to be useful for once and become my meal?" He tilted his head, looking at the girl unimpressed as he licked his finger, tasting her blood. A Shiver ran through his body at the taste, wanting to hurry and quell his dying hunger. The girl just looked at him, eyes shining with curiosity.

"Are you…not human?" She finally whispered, her voice soft and kind. It was like she didn't want to disrupt the peace of the night. Muzan looked at the girl, grabbing her roughly by the chin as he examined her. "Do I look human to you? Tell me you're not that stupid." He scoffed, brows furrowed. The girl just looked at him with an apologetic smile gracing her lips as she went and coughed harshly, blood splattering on Muzan's hand and sleeve due to his remaining grip on her. "Forgive me… I've just never met someone like you, sir…" She coughed, trying to bring a hand to her lips to wipe away the blood. Muzan stops her as he swipes the blood with his thumb, bringing it to his lips.

The girl smiles up at him, her vision appearing to get blurry. "If my death helps a creature like you survive, I don't mind… I'm curious…are there more like you?" Muzan just stared at the girl, watching and listening as she slowly asked questions about him and others like him. Her eyes, which were once void of any emotion and practically life, now lit up and oozed with curiosity. "How annoying." He sighed before standing up to look around the area. The girl stared up at him before a gentle smile graced her face as she looked up at him, blood staining her mouth, eyes beaming with curiosity. "I'm sure you're in a hurry, sir, so that I won't keep you anymore…please do as you will." You spoke with complete honesty. Muzan stared at you with an annoyed look as he watched her eyes start to close. He reached out for her, ready to consume her flesh and blood, but stopped hand flinching when he heard her last words. "You have beautiful eyes…"

After that, Muzan injected his blood into the girl waiting in the shadows to see if she would become a demon. When it worked, he appeared in front of her, watching as she looked up with, to his surprise, those same curious eyes that he found burning his soul. She looked at him before a small smile crossed her face as she kneeled before him. "Lord Muzan." She greeted. Muzan momentarily looked down at her form before turning on his heel to walk ahead. "From now on, you will be by my side. Do I make myself clear?" He mumbled with his usual tone. The girl just followed behind him in silence.

"Y/n… that's your name."

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Muzan found himself finding the memory pleasant as he returned to reality. When he looks at you, he notices a strand of hair has fallen in your line of sight, but you were too into the book that you failed to notice. Muzan says nothing as he reaches over the desk, carefully pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. You jump at the sudden contact, causing Muzan to smile slightly as he goes and cups your cheek. "You had some hair in your way, Y/n." You blushed somewhat as you obediently leaned into your Lord's touch, a slight hum falling from your lips. Muzan's jaw clenched at the adorable action, wanting to toss everything off his desk and take you for himself.

He lets out a deep breath while looking back into your curious eyes. He tilts his head, silently admiring them before the words leave his lips without processing. "I love those eyes of yours…. they're filled with so much curiosity." He whispered with that extremely rare tone of his that caused you to feel like your entire world was on fire. You place a kiss on the wrist of the hand, still cupping your cheek, feeling your lover stiffen at the sudden act. "I love your eyes as well lord Muzan… they're such a beautiful red." You confessed. Before you could react, Muzan had you pinned to his desk, his lips roughly pressed against yours, causing a small squeak to leave your lips.

He pulls away his hands, gripping your sides to the point you thought he would bruise them. You look up at your lover, eyes wide in shock, a deep blush covering your cheeks. He looks down at you, eyes feral as the veins in his neck start to pop out while he clenches his jaw, a dark smirk on his face as a tiny blush coats his cheeks. “Y/n…” He whispered, still having self-control over his desires as he went and moved a strand of hair from your face once again. You watch his eyes fill with love and lust while he brushes his thumb across your lips, lifting your chin.

"I love you...so only look at me with those eyes."

Douma

Douma sat in his seat with a bored expression as he looked down at you sitting on the floor with a book in your hands. "Y/n~ Is this really necessary? I'm so bored." The upper moon whined, causing an annoyed look to cross your face as you glared back up at him. "Lord Douma you were the one who assigned me with keeping track of all your followers' requests, wishes, needs, along with when they show up followed by when they disappear." You tapped on the book with your palm aggressively while looking at him, eye twitching. Douma just smiled as he went and ruffled your hair, causing you to get even more annoyed, but you knew better than to swat him away.

"Haha! You're such a silly girl, Y/n~ I love it when you're mad; it reminds me of a stray cat~" He teased, knowing that comparison would drive you crazy with rage. You sat there, face red with anger, gripping the book closer to your chest. "Oh, a stray cat, huh? My Lord Douma, you shouldn't speak to your girlfriend like that, should you~?" You sang in a deadly tone. Your words weren't a complete lie as a few months ago Douma had asked for you to be his pet, to which you agreed but informed him that the proper human term he should use is girlfriend so he wouldn't draw any unnecessary concern. "Oh~ feisty today, my little kitty~?" He teased even more, finding your annoyed expression amusing, his chest growing light at the sight.

"May I get back to my duties, Lord Douma?" You questioned, returning to your original seating position—Douma hummed, leaning on his hand, allowing you to continue. You picked up where you had left off, your mouth moving; however, the words weren't reaching Douma's ears. He watched your small form closely, eyes scanning every part of your body. He stares at your face, ensuring he takes in each annoyed expression that crosses your face. He loved how your brows knit together when you read a request or wish that you found to be stupid or ridiculous. He hummed, remembering when he first saw you angry and how much fun he thought it would be to mess with you.

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Douma sat in his room, tearing at the flesh of a female cult member. Another one sat in his room, cowering in fear as she watched her friend get eaten right in front of her. "It's rude to stare, you know~" Douma sang, looking at the girl with a giant smile, blood dripping from his chin. The girl panicked as tears ran down her face before she quickly tried to run out of the room to scream for help. Of course, Douma wasn't worried in the slightest as he let out a deep sigh, standing up to go and grab his runaway meal. When he goes to step foot out of his room, he hears the girl screaming for a familiar name. "Y/n-chan! Y/n-chan, please save me!" The girl cried, falling to her knees.

Douma stands in his doorway, watching the two girls interact. You stood there, face void of any emotions as usual, which made Douma find you boring, hating whenever you would look at him with such a dull expression. "What happened?" You asked while looking down at the girl who clung to your gown. You took note of the blood staining the white fabric of both your clothes as her blood-stained hands refused to lighten their grip. "L-Lord Douma! He-he-!" The girl stopped, her entire body freezing, when she saw Douma standing in his doorway, still covered in blood, with a smile on his face. He wasn't scared of her telling you what he was doing; it just meant you would have to die. Your eyes traveled towards Douma, who had started walking towards the two of you with a smile.

"Oh my! If it isn't Y/n-chan~!" He sang, clapping his hands together. The girl gripping your clothes started to panic as she tried to crawl away from the man you had devoted your entire life to due to your parents selling you off, leaving you with nothing. "M-Monster! Y/n-chan Douma isn't a blessing; he's a curse! He's a monster who-!" The girl's words cut off when you suddenly grabbed her by the hair, aggressively yanking her head back. Your sudden action causes Douma to stop in his tracks, eyes widening as he watches your usual blank face show the emotion of pure rage as you shake the girl's head, practically slamming it to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are talking like that?" You hissed; eyes boring into her cowering figure as she tried to free herself from your grip. "It's Lord Douma, you lowly scum. How dare you insult him when he has graciously taken you in and given you, his time." You start dragging the girl back towards Douma, who stands still in awe before a giant smile appears on his face, finding this sudden change in behavior fun.

"Y/n-chan! Please! He'll kill me!" The girl begged as she kicked her legs aggressively, her hands digging into the dirt as she tried to escape. "If Lord Douma wants you dead, then you die. Who are you to oppose him? Do you even have anything to live for?" Our harsh words seemed to hit the girl as she became silent, her eyes once filled with fear going blank as she realized her existence means nothing. You stop in front of Douma's face, returning to being blank. "Lord Douma, please do with us as you wish. I am sure that seeing this is inconvenient for you. I only hope my flesh will suffice." You spoke as you placed a hand between your chest, giving a slight bow of your head. Douma just hummed, a giant smile still on his face as he bent down to your height, his face inches from yours.

"My~ my~ so you make a face like that, Y/n-chan? I always thought you were so boring…but now…" He grips your face between his hands, a giant smile on his face, eyes filled with excitement. "I find you to be so amusing!" He laughed, his eyes scanning yours for that rage they held only moments ago. "Be my pet, Y/n-chan~! I want you to entertain me~"

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Douma shivers at the memory, wishing to see that same rage from that day again. He looks back down at you to see you're still talking as you read from the book, repeatedly trying to push back this one strand of hair. Douma watches the annoyed look cross your face because it constantly falls back into your view. After being entertained by your frustration, he leaned forward, carefully pulling your hair back with one hand, causing you to stop talking, your body stiffening at the sudden contact as you glanced back at him. "Did I do something wrong, Lord Douma?" Your question caused him to chuckle as he continued to play with your hair.

"Not at all~ I just noticed you struggling with it, so I thought I would be a good boyfriend and pull it back for you!" His response had you looking away with a tiny blush on your cheeks. Douma catches this, an evil glint in his eyes as he finds your reaction cute. As you finish the daily report, Douma carefully styles your hair so it won't get in the way anymore. "There we go! Why don't you take a look, Y/n-chan?" He was proud of his work as an ice shard appeared before you. You looked at your hair, a tiny smile forming as your heart went crazy thinking about your Lord's sudden gesture. Douma looked at your smile, eyes wide, before quickly picking you up and placing you on his lap facing him. "L-Lord Douma?!" You cried, surprised by his sudden action, not used to him being so affectionate.

"Y/n-chan~ you're so cute and innocent~" He cooed before roughly placing his lips on yours, causing you to whine as he bit your lip, drawing a tiny bead of blood. Douma licked the blood, letting a small moan into the kiss as he loved how you tasted. The two of you pull away from each other, Douma with a giant smile while you glared at him, embarrassed, a deep blush on your cheeks. "Lord Douma! What if someone walked in?!" You cried. He just looked at you, licking his lips as he grabbed your wrists with one hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/n…I want more…be a good pet and show me all your faces~"

Karaku

Karaku sat on the couch of the hideout, his eyes staring lustfully, a smirk on his face as he watched you walking around the place, cleaning anywhere you could. He loved watching you whenever you decided to clean up the home. Yes, you were initially meant to be a meal, but Karaku couldn't bring himself to eat you when you looked at him with such a cute face while you let out small sobs to keep you alive, bringing a shiver throughout his body. Ever since then, he has kept you as his plaything. "K-Karaku, do you have to watch me every time?" You shyly asked while messing with the hem of your shirt, feeling embarrassed from the constant eyes on you.

Karaku hummed, his smirk growing as he shrugged, leaning further into the couch. "Of course, I do! Your body moves so sexy when you do it!" he laughed, unashamed by his inappropriate comment. Your face turned red as you returned to cleaning, not wanting to hear any other profanities that would leave his lips. Karaku just licked his lips, finding your shy behavior arousing. You continued to clean while closing your eyes in embarrassment. 'Why do I feel like it's going to be a long night?' oh boy, were your thoughts right. The nights have been pretty chilly lately, so you took advantage of that in any way you could. However, tonight, it was hot, which caused you to get overheated and highly sweaty while you cleaned the entire hideout.

You groaned as you stood up from cleaning your clothes stuck to your body, causing you to frown in disgust as you carefully pulled the fabric, your body tensing at the feeling of the sweat dripping down your entire body. You let out a small sigh as you wipe your forehead, staring at the night sky from one of the windows. 'Tonight is so hot…' Karaku couldn't agree more as he had gone silent halfway through the night, his eyes staring daggers at your form, his body heating up as he watched your clothes stick to you, causing your curves to show and boy, was the sight enchanting while he crossed his legs feeling himself getting turned on each time you bent over. You let out another sigh as you leaned against the doorframe, your face flushed from the heat, causing Karaku to bite his lip.

"Hey, Y/n, come here." He called, getting your attention as you slowly approached him. Karaku motioned for you to sit on the floor before him, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. "Just sit or I'll make you sit on my lap." He taunted, watching as you quickly sat on your knees, not wanting to think of the embarrassing position. Karaku sits up a bit, legs still crossed, as he brings out his fan, carefully waving it towards you, creating a nice breeze. You melt at the feeling of your entire body relaxing as the cool air hits your flushed skin. Karaku smiles at this, loving your noises as he rests his chin in his other hand. "That feel good babygirl?" He asked teasingly. You blushed at the sudden pet name, quickly looking away as you became shy. "Haha, don't get shy on me, sweetie! Let me see your cute face~" He continued teasing, getting increasingly excited with your expressions and body movements. "Hm?" He hummed, noticing a piece of hair sticking to your face from the sweat. He smiles while going to remove the hairs from your delicate skin. You blush at the sudden gesture, a tiny smile forming as you look at him, cheeks still flushed.

"You must be really sweaty sweetie." He comments while still fanning you. "Y-yes, I wasn't expecting it to be this hot out tonight." You admitted while fidgeting with your fingers, refusing to make eye contact with the pleasure clone. Karaku frowned at this while tilting his head. "I'm being so nice to you, sweetie, and you don't even thank me. How rude." He pretends to pout while stopping his fan. You panic, not wanting to be rude or offend the demon in front of you, as you quickly try to think of a way to thank him. A blush crosses your cheeks as you muster up all your courage, kissing his cheek while looking at him shyly as you sit back on your knees.

"T-thank you for fanning me…and moving the strand of hair…" You whispered, trailing off from embarrassment. Karaku stared at you for a moment in shock before a sadistic grin crossed his face as he quickly went and pinned you to the floor, straddling you as he trapped you in a deep, passionate kiss. You squealed in surprise, your body squirming underneath him. Karaku groans as he feels the friction of your movements against his groin. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes filled with lust as he takes in your flushed, innocent appearance, watching as a tiny glint of lust flashes through your pure eyes. "My services aren't free Y/n…He hums, pushing another piece of hair behind your ear as he cups your cheek, leaning his face closer to yours.

"I'll have you so pretty dripping in sweat baby girl."

Urogi

You ran as fast as you could through the woods, your clothes catching on all sorts of branches, causing them to tear as you stumbled and jumped through the area. The moon was your only light source as you barely dodged trees and roots. Your breathing was heavy as you continued to maneuver your way around. Suddenly, you see a giant shadow coming from above, causing you to look back at the sky. You saw Urogi with a giant smile as he extended his talons, swooping down at you. You squealed, barely avoiding the demon as you tried to lose him again. “Y/n~! You can't escape from me!" You heard the manifestation of joy shout, his laugh echoing around you.

"Watch me, Urogi!" You yelled, a small laugh escaping your lips. This was a frequent game you and your boyfriend liked to play. A few months back, Urogi had been complaining about being bored, and how none of the other clones ever wanted to play with him, so you recommended the idea of tag. Since then, Urogi has ensured you both play tag at least once or twice a month. Of course, you never won the game, but it was Urogi's favorite, so who were you to stop him from having so much fun? You dash behind a tree, trying to catch your breath as you carefully look around. With a deep sigh, you relax, closing your eyes as you feel your chest start to burn from all the running. 'Damn demons and their damn stamina.' You mentally cursed.

You open your eyes when you hear something creaking from above. Your heart sinks as you slowly look up to see your boyfriend perched on a branch above you with a wicked grin. "You're mine!" He yelled quickly, tackling you to the ground. You squeal as the two of you go, tumbling slightly from the sudden impact. Urogi, of course, watched where he placed his talons so he wouldn't harm you. When you two came to a stop, you both laughed, filling the woods with pure joy. "I caught you, my little songbird~" Urogi sang as he went and showered you with kisses, your happy giggles music to his ears as his stomach did cartwheels from how much joy he felt with you. "Urogi! That's enough!" You cried, trying to push him away with a giant smile.

'Y/n! I'm never bored with you!" He hums while rubbing his cheek against yours. You blush while rolling your eyes at the demon. "Oh, hush." Lightly shoving him away, you go to stand up, dusting all the grass and dirt from your clothes. Urogi jumps up, a giant grin still plastered across his face. "We should start heading back. The sun will be up soon." You noted not wanting your boyfriend to disintegrate in front of you. Ugori nods in response, getting ready to take you up into the air with him before a strand of hair stuck to the corner of your lip catches his eye. Urogi says nothing as he goes and carefully pushes it away, making sure not to cut you with his talons. "Oops! I guess I tackled you too hard!" He laughs, finding your messy state adorable. You smile as you kiss his lips quickly, earning a small bird cry from the demon, who blushed while looking at you in awe. "Thank you for moving my hair, Urogi!" You cheered brightly. Urogi felt his entire body go numb as he went and wrapped you in his wings, making sure your body was as close to his as possible. “My Songbirddddddd!!!! I love you so much! You're perfect for me!" He cried while smothering you with affection.

"I wish I had normal hands so I could be less careful and shower you with more affection." He whined while nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You smile as you go and kiss the side of his head while hugging him. "I don't think you need normal hands, Urogi. I love you just the way you are! Talons and all!" You giggle. Urogi grits his teeth as he goes and tackles you to the ground once more, causing you to laugh. "Urogi the sun! We have to get going!" You remind him your tone is soft and warm. He hums while kissing your neck. "I could die so happy right now songbird~" He whined, feeling like his chest would burst any minute.

"Y/n…make me even more happy with your love."

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moonknixght · 7 months

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Awkward conversations and.. Fishes? (Steven Grant x GN!Reader)

Summary: Curiosity to learn more about a gorgeous store clerk of a pet shop leads Steven to buying his first pet ever. Warnings: Fluff ?? and just embarrassingly long silences Word count: 1.1k A/N: Okay please imagine that Gus wasn't Steven's pet already 🙏 Might make a part 2 if I get ideas. Also first post woohoo!! Made this account solely so I could make my ideas a reality. I'm a little rusty at writing as of right now, so bare with me </3 Requests are open for stuff!! (please talk to me)

"And this little guy here, He's a feisty one, but he means no harm." Lifting up a perched budgie on your finger, who seemed to have distrustful look on it's face, You smile widely at the latest client that had stumbled upon your small shop. You've always been a passionate soul when it came to animals; from the age 8 when you first wanted to be a veterinarian, which you quickly backed out from after slight consideration as you realized that you would have to constantly put down animals and see them in absolute pain. The next choice was arts, which you did took a degree in, before landing on the final prospect of being a caretaker to injured animals. From there, you found yourself reverting back into your obsession, eventually starting a small shelter/pet-shop where you took in abandoned and wounded animals, healed them and put them back to find new owners. It would be a lie if you said that you didn't miss any of the animals that were taken by other people, but it was also a joy to see them go to homes where they would be given full attention and loved. Therefore, you found yourself rambling about all your beloved pets to whoever stepped into your little abode with any interest— which is what was happening right now. A guy, with almost perfect curly black hair and tan-kissed skin had walked in and began to mindlessly wander, often catching your eyes while he did so. You eventually walked up to him and offered your help, to which he seemed ever so grateful for, even though it was odd that he didn't know what animal he wanted to adopt. This man was Steven Grant. and only if you knew the panic the poor guy was going through. With Jake relentlessly pushing Steven to interact with the employee he's been eyeing through the glass doors of the pet-shop, Steven found himself awkwardly cruising through the different animals, who looked up at him with expectant eyes. Clearly, He needed a plan before walking into the shop, especially when you approached him with a confused look on your face. "Uh.. I-I'm not particularly fond of birds, love." Steven gave you a weak smile, he seemed like he was scared of possibly disappointing you. "Maybe the fishes?" 'Or the cats.' Jake added from somewhere in the headspace, obviously enjoying the shit-show. "Ah." You say allowing the bird back onto the bird perch, your eyes shifting towards a small section of the shop where you tucked away a rectangular aquarium with exactly one fish inhabiting it. "Well, The options are very limited with fishes." Steven was digging himself a deeper hole each time he enquired about the animals like he was actually going to get one— but don't get him wrong, he was genuinely finding your rambles about every creature there interesting. So interesting in fact, that he couldn't possibly leave without getting something. So, the most laziest pet to have would be a fish, according to him at least. You eventually lead him to the front of the tank, where you lightly bend (which Steven also mimicked) to meet eye-to-eye with a goldfish. But this wasn't any goldfish, it was a goldfish with exactly one fin. "He's your only luck if you're looking for fishes." "Does.. Does he have a name?" Steven asked, trying to keep the conversation going. How exactly was he going to take care of a goldfish anyways? Especially a goldfish that only had one fin? What if it dies? It'll ruin his entire day. Maybe his entire week.

You tilt your head to think about it, before giving a soft shrug in response— which Steven admittedly found quite endearing. "Not really, He just came in like this I guess, Never thought to give him a name." 'A fish, Seriously?' "What about Gus?" Steven asked, turning a deaf ear to Jake's mocking comment. The goldfish paused for a second looking at the two observing it for a moment, before it continued to pace around again. It was almost like the little aquatic creature had approved of the name, but he wasn't planning on sounding like a total nutjob by expressing that out loud. "Hm, It surprisingly fits him." You say after a moment of silence. Though a second later, With a chuckle, You pick up conversation again. "You're pretty good at naming fishes, huh?"

"No! I just.. It came to me, I guess. Lil' fella looks like a Gus." "I agree."

After another moment of uncomfortable silence, Steven desperately tried to revive the exchange. "D'you know that Gus means Majestic? It fits 'cause it's quite amazing that he can swim with just a fin." 'Way to make them swoon, Steven. Buen trabajo.' Steven was truly getting sick of the unnecessary commentary from Jake, but he couldn't quite tell the wanker to piss off just yet. You, on the other hand, seemed to be intrigued by this rather sudden splurge of knowledge. Honestly, You didn't mind this at all, actually finding some amusement in how he suddenly geeked out. "Huh, I didn't know that." You said with a pleasant smile. "That's interesting now that you put it that way." "Yeah..." Steven's voice was small; the fear that he might have come off as weird subsided with your smile, which he reciprocated almost immediately. "I'll take him then." Your eyes lit up. For some odd reason, you didn't exactly expect him to actually get anything— Let alone a damn fish. Actually, Even Steven didn't know that he would end up being the owner of a fish, it just happened. He's technically already named the fish, it's only right that he takes it.

"Right, A moment." You nod, excusing yourself to go get the equipment needed to pack Gus away and off to settle in his new home. You come back a moment later as Steven stepped by the counter, Gus in a small plastic baggy as you balanced a small tank to put the little guy in as well as some food for the strangers convenience. Handing it off to him carefully, you nodded as you glanced at the only goldfish your store has seen be taken away. Who would've guessed. "I'll be off then, Thanks, love!" "You're welcome, Take care Gus!" You cheerfully wave them off, watching as your customer for the night took off. You sigh contently, feeling unnaturally happy about the whole interaction. Strange. — 'You bought a fish but you didn't ask for their name?' Gods, He totally forgot amidst everything. Steven had made it back home, his lip curling into a subtle frown as Marc bought forth a very valid point. The male couldn't help but sigh out loud, swiftly punishing himself with a face palm as he realized his error. Maybe Steven didn't manage to catch their name or learn more about them but as he laid in his bed, he found himself recalling how beautiful that store clerk looked when they smiled. And besides, he made a new friend— a companion he was starting to adore quite alot.

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godbirdart · 9 months

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You don’t have to answer this question as it’s probably dumb to ask…but do you know what platform(s) would be a good starting point? Particularly for original content rather then fanart? I heard deviantart is a good place where alot of ppl got there start on but there’s lots of art thrives and such.

don't even worry, it's not dumb at all! it's hard to gauge where to Begin in the vast hellscape that is the online world. i do get this question [and some adjacent questions] often so please allow me to use your ask as an excuse to post a few of my site rankings for various art things!!

for reference, these are the sites I'll be addressing because i have used them at some point within the last year. please note: my information on Cohost and Itaku specifically may be out of date as I haven't used them in a long while. naturally, this is all solely my perspective. i run both a furry/original content account and an anime/fanart account on most of these sites and run them reasonably independently from one another. these rankings are based on how well each account fares on each site.

I will be talking about Patreon and Ko-Fi as if people will only be posting paywalled content there. you Can publicly post on both sites, but for the sake of this post i'm only going to treat them as paywalled sites since well, that's kind of their purpose.

POSTING ART IN GENERAL

the A-tier list sites here are the ones that are most practical, with a decent member presence and little to no algorithms impairing your reach. the only sites here with any sort of algorithm are tumblr and deviantart, but i feel they don't ruin your reach that much.

B-tier list is mostly centered around popularity. there are massive audiences on both masto and twitter. twitter can be really good if you're posting certain content. mastodon has countless instances [read: servers / subdomains, however you want to call them] that can help narrow down an audience and like-minded people. for example, i use mastodon.art whereas many furries may use meow.social. you Can be discovered by people on other servers than yours.

C-tier has been sorted in accordance to audience. this is solely in my experience, but not a lot of new people are flocking to cohost and itaku. we also just hate facebook in this house and i will never give a facebook products a high rating.

F-tier: if you are a new or growing artist, putting your art behind a paywall or making it a chat platform exclusive thing can really hinder your growth. you can still do this of course, but you won't get as many eyes on your work as you would on a public gallery. threads is there solely due to privacy issues that Cannot be overlooked. i will not recommend it.

POSTING ORIGINAL CONTENT / CHARACTERS / NON-FANWORKS

here's how i'd grade these sites for posting Original content, characters, stories, etc. your best sites will likely be furaffinity, deviantart, and tumblr. i've put these three here for their tag use, discoverability, and audience presence. tumblr can be a little glitchy with its tags, but they DO function.

A-tier is entirely centered around audience presence. these sites are great for showing off your work, but they don't have the same population as the S-tier. mastodon can be good as the quieter instances give you more discoverability. bluesky has been THRIVING when it comes to the furry community as of late [i'm personally on there daily] - the only reason i don't put it as S-tier is because it's invite-only AND you need to rely on your work being found through the Feeds feature if you aren't an already established artist.

B-tier: useful, but population may hinder your growth. toyhouse is GREAT for posting your original characters and stories, but it is invite-only and not necessarily gallery-focused [it can be USED for a gallery, but it's not the main purpose]. you can also post stories and lore to toyhouse. discord and telegram are Good, but again it can be hard to gain an audience through sites that require invites.

C-tier: it is DIFFICULT to grow on paywalled sites with original content. cohost [to my knowledge] has been stagnating with the release of bluesky.

F-tier: threads sucks, the end.

POSTING FANWORK, FANFIC, FANDOM CONTENT IN GENERAL

S-tier here is sorted because of audience presence. while twitter does suck, i'm finding a LOT of success there with fanart. tumblr is The fandom site of course. furaffinity is great for a surprising range of fanart that isn't exclusive to furry, and deviantart's Groups feature is still going strong which can give you that extra exposure.

A-tier is: fans Go here, but the population or algorithm can make things tricky. instagram is good for fanwork but the algorithm and the speed that things are posted there can make discoverability an uphill battle. patreon; if you make comics or art with fan characters [especially 18+ content lmao] you can grow pretty rapidly there. patreon, like any other paywalled site, should be a secondary site and not your Primary posting location. artfol and pillowfort are still growing. pillowfort has a Communities feature - sort of like deviantart groups - that you can submit your art to which gives you that extra exposure. artfol is just a nice gallery site and the tagging system is,, decent enough. a little confusing because the tag system looks up keywords in posts and titles First, you have to tab over to hashtag searching specifically.

B-tier: invite only and audience reach. again, bluesky relies on your art to be picked up in Feeds, as there's currently no tag search. inkblot is growing but has a decent audience. ko-fi isn't as known as patreon for exclusive content but it's still a good site. mastodon has tagging that makes discoverability easier, but mastodon and its many servers can make things confusing for some people. itaku's not as commonly used so it may be harder to gain new eyes there once you establish yourself.

C-tier: posting fanart to these sites Can Work. toyhouse focuses on posting and sorting original characters, so treating it as a gallery site won't get your far fast. it isn't impossible to grow as an artist there, but the site isn't intended for fanart posting. i cannot say much on cohost here. telegram and discord, again, it's harder for people to discover you out of the blue unless you mention your server / channel on another site.

F-tier: fuck threads.

lastly, to address thieves,

thieves are gonna be everywhere. i'm sorry to say, but there will always be shitty people. i recommend the following:

watermark your art. not in the corner, don't just sign in one spot, place a Huge translucent watermark over the WHOLE art. i recommend making it a colour gradient too instead of one solid colour or greyscale.

also: sign your goddamned art! put your username on there!

post a low resolution when sharing online. less than 1200px wide or tall. 72dpi. JPEG format. keep the high res privately for yourself.

add a subtle noise filter over your art. it doesn't have to be high opacity, and it'll make your art a little grainy, but it's good for fucking with AI bots and ruining any print quality potential.

i hope this offers some insight! if you have a different experience on these sites, please feel free to add your testimonial in the replies or reblogs! not every artist is going to have the same experience and growth rate.

#long post #art website posting #art sites

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smokestarrules · 1 year

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Why Caleb & Evelyn’s Absence is Good Writing

So if you don’t know me, I’m a big fan of Caleb and Evelyn (Clawthorne. Because I’m sure). I’m fascinated with their story -- I wrote an entire fic about them in 2022 before we even knew Evelyn’s name -- and I find them both incredibly interesting considering what is both shown about them and not. Despite that, I had a feeling that neither of them would make an appearance in Watching and Dreaming, and I was right.

Understandably so, some people were disappointed with that decision, that they were hoping for an entire flashback scene or something close to it. But while that also appeals to me -- oh my god does it appeal to me -- I also really enjoy the intangibility of it all.

So, I have three reasons as to why I like that Caleb and Evelyn didn’t show up again, which I’ll go through in no particular order. The rest of this post will be under a cut because it’ll probably get pretty lengthy.

1) Haunting The Narrative

Half of Caleb and Evelyn’s intrigue comes from the fact that in the end, we really don’t know all that much about them. Everything that we do know is from second-hand accounts at best and the rest of their story is up to your own singular interpretation; we only know the bare bones of their tale, but at the same time, they’re both extremely monumental to the main plot of the show.

They’re hardly ever shown centered on-screen (in Evelyn’s case, never), and again, despite their huge impact on the characters and world even 400 years later, it’s part of their charm that... they’re mysterious. You’re not meant to know much about them, not meant to perceive them as normal characters. Caleb never speaks in the show, Evelyn hardly even appears, and in the end, they’re not meant to be understood.

Caleb seems to have undergone some semblance of a redemption, but that’s only alluded to considering how he ends up dead; the implied is everything, and getting a concrete answer would, in my opinion, ruin part of what makes this story so fascinating.

Of course, the biggest argument I’ve seen against this idea is that casual viewers of the show, the ones who don’t care about combing the background of Hollow Mind for lore about Emperor Belos’ big brother, will be confused without the lack of context. And... I disagree.

Sure, maybe some people haven’t seen the portraits from Hollow Mind, but they’ve certainly seen Caleb when Gus went through Philip’s mind in King’s Tide. Maybe they missed the book about Grimwalkers in Labyrinth Runners, but they definitely caught Caleb in Philip’s diary during Elsewhere and Elsewhen. Then, in Thanks to Them, there’s an entire scene in which Masha very kindly gives an entire summary on the topic, tipping off both the main characters and anyone else in the audience who may be confused.

The story’s all there, both in the background and in the forefront of the show, and it’s weaved in so beautifully that it’s hard for me to believe that anyone would see Caleb in For the Future (of which is a scene I will be talking about soon) and have absolutely no idea who he is.

So in the end, I think having a more clear understanding of the going-ons that set everything into motion would be almost doing a disservice to the fans who have spent their time piecing things together and it’s also not really necessary in the first place. It’d be nice, and I’m sure I would have gone even more insane with more to analyze, but with the way this show has always portrayed Caleb and Evelyn, them fading into obscurity in the final episode just seems... fitting.

2) Philip Doesn’t Really Deserve Closure

It’s a simple fact: Philip Wittebane is kind of a fucked-up guy.

Besides a flashback scene, another idea for a potential Caleb and Evelyn appearance that I saw tossed around most was this: it’s the end, Philip’s about to be defeated, and in the interim, he sees his brother one last time.

Either he’s given forgiveness or not, Caleb being present at his lowest moment would undoubtedly mean something to Philip; over the centuries he’s spent a significant amount of time trying to remake his brother -- to make him better -- and no matter how you feel about him, Philip is a tortured soul. Perhaps Caleb could help him accept his inevitable death, perhaps he could have one last chance for Philip to have a moment of genuine vulnerability.

He’d die with the ghost of his brother and the ghost of his brother’s wife looking over him, and he’d die content... maybe.

Or you can go the other route:

On the other hand, maybe Philip goes to his death kicking and screaming the whole way, with Caleb and Evelyn staring him down as he’s ultimately annihilated for good. The tale of two brothers is over, and while Caleb is the one who perished first, centuries ago now, it’s Philip who is undoubtedly the one who loses in the end.

The last thing Philip sees is his brother’s hateful, tired face, and he dies with that image.

Of course, that’s the one that sounds better to me; Philip is not a villain you could ever redeem (a cruel upbringing will not excuse everything) and to even make an attempt at it would feel cheap and be completely unaligned with ToH’s core values, which actively (and correctly) condemn people like him.

The problem with both of these ideas, different as they are, is that both of them give Philip a sense of closure that he simply does not deserve to have been rewarded with. Either way, he knows for sure how his brother would feel about him -- or, at the very least, how he believes his brother should feel about him -- and it’s just that, the knowing, that rubs me the wrong way.

In the end, the last time Philip sees his brother is in this scene in For the Future, and it’s safe to say that there’s no actual closure or anything close to it here. Whether or not you believe this is actually Caleb or just Philip hallucinating him (personally I subscribe to the latter), it doesn’t really matter because the idea stays the same.

Philip spends this scene snarling curses at his unyielding brother -- who seems to be, notably, his younger self, given his hair length -- while also actively melting away in front of his eyes. Philip is the one who’s alive, Philip is the one who (he believes) is on the right side of history, and yet Philip is also the one on his knees, his entire body disintegrating slowly due to his own choices.

As the episode continues, it’s shown that Philip is seeing Caleb and the other Grimwalkers that he’s likely killed as well, and they’re clearly more of a taunt to his already-collapsing mental state than anything else. Again I reassert my opinion that they’re not actually there, that they’re simply Philip hallucinating in one of his weakest moments yet, and because of that, there is no answer given.

They stare; he tells them to “Shut up” and they don’t react in the slightest. They watch and they stare and they dare him to care about them in any way and the entire scene is just... a precipice. Eventually they disappear for good, and Philip moves on without even trying to process this phenomenon.

Basically what I'm saying is that Caleb appearing in Philip’s last moments would give him too much credit. And that actually leads us right into the final point I want to make, which is this:

3) Caleb Wasn’t Actually That Important To Philip

In the long run, at the very least.

Now hear me out. When I say ‘important’, I don’t mean that what happened with Caleb didn’t have long-lasting effects on Philip, because that’s simply not true; otherwise, my entire last point would be meaningless. Obviously, it’s Caleb (and to a lesser extent, Evelyn) who can be credited with initially setting Philip down this path; Caleb was probably the most stable thing in Philip’s early life, and losing him in a way that felt like abandonment -- and then killing him -- is undoubtedly something that would stick with you for a lifetime, 400 years or not.

But Caleb’s death is also largely an excuse.

Much in the same way that “saving humanity” is an excuse for Philip to commit the atrocities he does, Caleb’s betrayal pushing him towards that path and his subsequent attempts at bringing him back are also an excuse.

Here’s the thing: if Philip was genuinely passionate about remaking his brother -- but better -- then he’d care about the Grimwalkers more than he does. If Philip actually considered every Grimwalker a potential Caleb that he could just fix, then he would not have been able to dispose of them so coldly. There’s dozens of their corpses piled under the Skull, yet he only even commits to memory a rare few. Even Hunter, the closest to Caleb a Grimwalker’s ever gotten, was given a Sigil! A Sigil, which tells me that no matter what, no matter how perfect Hunter may have turned out, Philip was never going to let him survive the Day of Unity.

True, there’s definitely a part of Philip that hates the Grimwalkers because they can’t be Caleb, at least not in the way he thinks he needs (which is impossible, but I digress) there’s also a part that I think is just... carrying on because this is what he’s done for the past few centuries. It’d feel like giving up on himself to give up on the prospect of having Caleb beside him again, but there’s no passion anymore.

In the end, I think Papa Titan said it best:

“...That man doesn’t care about anything but his need to be the hero in his own delusion.”

That’s exactly it. Philip believes himself as the hero of the story, as someone who’s been suffering for centuries but will one day finally get the ending that he deserves. He goes through all of this not because he wants to go home and not because he wishes he could return to the life he and his brother once had, but because he so desperately wants to believe in the delusion that he is a person doing all the things he does for good.

You don’t live for over 400 years working towards a singular moment without at least having the thought that maybe what you’re doing is incorrect. But Philip has never let those supposed doubts stop him, and by the time the series is ending, nothing matters except his goal -- to see the destruction of every last witch and demon on the Boiling Isles.

Which is why, in this final scene of his, there’s not a single mention of his brother. His brother, who he’s spent the last 400 years trying to save; his brother, who, by learning to be better, essentially kickstarted Philip’s entire goal, but it became so twisted so quickly as Philip subconsciously decided that he was the only one who could ever fix things.

To put it simply: Philip’s only ever been concerned with himself. His idea of morality, his vision of the Boiling Isles, his opinions on the witches that live there. Nothing else matters; Caleb is a crutch to fall back on and so is the idea that Philip’s saving anyone, it’s all just more vindication to feed into his hero complex, because he’s the only one that really matters. He’s human and Luz is human and so they’re redeemable, but he stopped seeing Caleb as human the moment he saw him with Evelyn.

In the end, I feel as if it’s almost safe to say that Caleb and Evelyn as constructs are more important to the all-encompassing plot than they are to Philip specifically; they set him on his path, sure, but his descent into madness almost feels inevitable, death of his brother or not. He blames his own misfortune on them, and the fact that they're never quite seen makes Philip’s villainous qualities that much more emphasized, I think.

Overall, I loved Watching and Dreaming and I loved ToH and I think the characters of Caleb and Evelyn are some of the most haunting I’ve ever encountered, literally and metaphorically.

Their story is largely up in the air, but it still gets told, you just have to look for it. That's their charm, that’s why they’re interesting to me, and that’s why I am content with getting the amount we got of them.

#lmfao me jokingly putting this through a word counter like. 400 words or smth right???#[2095]......#thats probably fine #toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #the owl house spoilers #philip wittebane #emperor belos #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #luz noceda #smokey speaks #500

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i05wook · 5 months

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NOW LOADING... LOVER BOY

PAIRING: PARK GUNWOOK X GN! READER

GENRE: FLUFF, IDOL AU, COLLEGE AU

SUMMARY: AN INSIGHT TO THE CUTE, ADORABLE, DOMESTIC BOYFRIEND PARK GUNWOOK

WORD COUNT: 700+ WORDS

AUTHORS' NOTES: SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AWAY FROM THIS ACCOUNT BUT NEW YEAR NEW START. AND WHAT A WAY TO START THAN WITH THIS MAN'S BIRTHDAY POST!! HONESTLY, HE'S BROUGHT A LOT OF SUNSHINE INTO MY LIFE RECENTLY, AND IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE DISCOVERED ZB1!!

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It had been a couple of weeks since both of you had seen each other due to both of your conflicting schedules. While Gunwook had been busy preparing for his concerts and comebacks, you had been preparing for your big project due for your degree. However, you both finally had a day off together where you could be free from the burdens of your day to day lives. This meant that you could finally enjoy each other's company for as long as humanly possible, before you both had to leave again to deal with your individual responsibilities. The day was spent with Gunwook, Gyuvin, and Yujin, two of your favourite boys in the world (after your boyfriend). The four of you visited the new samoyed café which had opened up only a block away from the boys’ dorm, and who were you to decline such an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend and best friends. The entire time you guys were there, you couldn't help but take pictures of your adorable boyfriend cuddling up and playing with the puppies the entire time. Every so often, he’d take notice of your photo taking, and pose with the puppies or the other two boys. It meant so much to you to give the boys these chances away from idol life to form memories with each other, and help heal the inner child, which was lost to the idol life they chose. After you spent hours at the animal cafe, you invited the rest of the boys to join the four of you for Korean barbecue at the restaurant by their dorms. The spent enjoying the company of the nine boys, whilst eating delicious food meant that the daylight which remained had soon disappeared from your grasp, and the hours of darkness began. As the hour hand edged closer to midnight, the boys’ liveliness dropped off, and before you knew it you all headed back to their dorms. The boys knew how hard it had been for Gunwook to have been separated from you for a period of time in which he was very stressed, and could only imagine how you had felt during that time. The boys who usually bunked up with Gunwook, retreated to other rooms in the dorm to allow the pair of you some quality time together (mainly away from Gyuvin‘s constant teasing!) before it was ruined again the following afternoon. The hours which followed were spent purely in silence wrapped up in each other's warmth and company, the air was filled with a comfortable silence, as you both recharged in the embrace of your lovers, an exchange that often occurred after the long breaks away from each other. However, before you knew it, it was the early hours of the following morning, and while darkness still lingered in the night sky. The dorm stood silent with all the boys exhausted from the past few weeks of preparations, yet both you and Gunwook remained awake bathing in each other's presence. That was up until Gunwook’s stomach grumbled under the quilt, igniting a laughing fit from deep under the quilt. You rolled out of his grasp, with great difficulty, before you stood up on the cold wooden floor and dragged Gunwook out of his bed and towards the kitchen in search of food. While rummaging in one of the cupboards, right at the back, lay two packs of instant noodles and a box of eggs, a favourite late snack of the both of you. While you watched the water begin to boil in the small metallic pan on top of the stove, Gunwook waddled over to you in his Snorlax onesie and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You weren’t sure when, but in a moment of silence, you heard a familiar tune begin to play quietly from a phone which lay on the kitchen counter. The song just so happened to be “Good Night” from their latest album, and a favourite of yours. While you watched the water begin to boil, he began gently swaying the pair of you from side to side, his head buried in the crook of your neck. Unbeknownst to you, he had set up his phone in the corner of the room, recording such a heartwarming, domestic sight, keen to share this video with the world when the time allowed.

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gloxk · 8 months

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“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

#gojo x y/n #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk satoru #satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #kinktober

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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super bass // yuki tsunoda

summary: its media day in miami, and y/n's boyfriend can hardly say he's wearing a shirt . . . unfortunately, there's no time to slip away, so she's biding her time until they get back to the hotel and her lover can take his time with her. inspired by this post

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female reader

warnings: this is actual filth i am so so sorry (no im not, the softer fic is in the drafts and coming whenever i have the time or energy to work on it.)

she was ready before he was, so while yuki was in the shower, y/n ran out to mcdonalds to grab breakfast for both of them

no time to cook on media day

and when she comes back, he's out of the shower, in the living room of the hotel suite with his baseball cap on backwards, low-rise board shorts and matching hawaiian shirt. completely undone

it has her choking on her morning apple juice

it's not that she hasn't seen this side of yuki before, it just takes her by surprise sometimes.

like now

"please tell me that you're at least going to button up that shirt."

"don't tell me you're jealous, pretty girl. you know you're the only one who gets to touch this." he says with a grin, gesturing to his impressive six pack

"jealous?" she scoffs. "I'm not jealous. i just can't be held accountable for the thoughts that i'm having right now, and will continue to have until you do that atrocious shirt up."

"atrocious? baby, we both know you have hawaiian shirts with patterns worse than this one." yuki hums, abandoning his egg mcmuffin and pulling her closer, his hands exploring the skin underneath the hem of her denim shorts, breath warm as he whispered in her ear

"i bet this turns you on, doesn't it? i never had you pegged as the type who was into the douchey florida frat boy look."

"no, spending five minutes in a room with logan was enough to kill the florida frat boy fascination." y/n jokes, her laugh turning into a gasp as his cold hands slip up her shorts, palming at her ass "but, god, babe, you wear it so fucking well."

she pulls him closer by the collar of his shirt, lips tangling with his as he grabs and squeezes at her skin

her feather-light moans swallowed by his kiss

but as she runs her hand down his bare chest, he pulls away.

"sweetheart, we don't have time right now. i want to take my time with you, treat you right."

she just wanted him, wanted to be ruined before they left for the paddock

but instead she spends the entire afternoon in the hard rock arena, where he still hasn't done up that stupid fucking shirt, and she can't hide how turned on she is

even when the alphatauri media team invites her to join in on the fun and games

which, don't get her wrong, she thoroughly enjoys

but she would enjoy being under her boyfriend so much more when he's out there looking like that

finally, media day ends and they're back in the hotel suite

about to spend the next few hours fucking like rabbits

she's backed up against the wall, one leg hooked over his waist as he grinds into her

the kisses are sloppy, needy

almost as needy as her hands, grasping onto any part of him that she can as yuki's needy fingers push up her cute little crochet top to play with her nipples through the thin lace of her non-padded bra

she's whining into his mouth when his lips start to move from hers up to the lobe of her ear, gently biting down before she jumps up and wraps both legs around him

he can feel how soaked her panties are as she presses her core against his crotch

"god, sweetheart, you're so wet for me already." he groans, kissing her neck

"only for you." she whines breathlessly, hands clawing to push the shambles of his shirt off his frame. "please, baby, please."

"please, what, pretty girl?" he grins, cocky as ever as he sheds the shirt. "use your words, sweet girl. tell me what you want."

because he knows she's shy and she's not going to want to say it out loud

he likes watching how flushed she gets when she finally stutters out: "please, baby, please fuck me. i need your cock."

and who is he to say no?

against all odds, they make it to the bedroom, her skirt flung over the dresser, skimpy lace panties practically ripped apart with the promise to buy her a newer, more expensive pair

he needs to taste her, kissing her folds gently, the rough fabric of his snapback scratching at the soft skin on her upper inner thighs

he tongue fucks her softly, making sure that she's definitely ready to take him

"are you ready for me, pretty girl? i'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning. now, get your legs on my shoulders so i can treat you like the goddess you are."

she's almost certain that sex with yuki has never been this filthy (although it has come close before).

hes fully naked aside from the silver chain and that fucking neon pink baseball cap, still sitting backwards on his head

she's practically folded in half, legs on yuki's shoulders and he's leaning in so close that she can almost feel the stretch in her legs

but that's an afterthought from the way that his hips are snapping into hers, the room filled with pants and gasps and moans and the sound of his skin smacking into her ass

"fucking hell, pretty girl." yuki groans, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. "you take my fucking cock so well."

"yes, yes, i love your cock, baby."

if he had known that all he needed to do to reduce his lover to a beautiful, moaning mess was fuck her while he was wearing a baseball cap backwards and a silver chain, he would have done it sooner

gently kissing her calves sucking hickeys into her lower thigh

"god, baby, you feel so good." she whines, bucking her hips into his

the lace on her bra is pulled down, her tits spilling out as she uses one hand to tweak and toy with her hardened nipple

he's clutching at the bedsheets as he continues to thrust into her, feeling his orgasm quickly approaching

"touch yourself for me, princess. make yourself feel good, yeah? i want you to let go for me, cum on my fucking cock."

her hand moves from her nipple to her clit, fingers moving quickly as yuki straightens, hands clutching her legs and knees on his shoulders, her legs pressed flush against his chest as he watched the combination of his cock thrusting in and out of her tight center and her fingers toying with her clit.

she moans, downright pornographic as she arches her back, head thrown against the pillows as she moans his name.

"tell me who makes you feel this good." yuki grunts, thrusts picking up the pace. "who does this pussy belong to?"

"you, yuki." she moans. "only you, baby. i-i think i'm going to cum-"

"cum for me, pretty girl. i've got you, i'm right here. cum on my cock, darling."

she comes with a moan that's downright sinful, and so loud that she's almost sure that the other drivers occupying that floor of the hard rock hotel can also hear her.

"where do you want me to finish, baby?" he moans out, already feeling himself begin to crumble (it was the feeling of her walls pulsing around him that pushed him off the edge).

"inside me, baby. please."

and yuki didn't need to be told twice, head tilted back as he emptied his load into her, fingers gripping her legs hard enough to bruise as his hips stuttered to a stop.

they knew they should get up to shower, to use the bathroom at the very least

but they're so exhausted, so wiped out, that all they can do is lie next to each other, sweaty and panting, without the covers because the room is suddenly far too hot for the duvet

"so what i'm hearing," yuki begins, finally taking the baseball hat off. "is that i need to buy more tacky shirts and not do up the buttons."

she rolls over, fixing her bra before she kisses him softly, a gentle smile on her face. "we'll get matching ones if it means we get more nights like this."

"we can do that." he laughs, kissing her again before wrapping his arms around her. "i love you."

"love you more." she hums, nuzzling into his chest.

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