#bet the switch couldn't do any of this these days
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summary: third and final installment of old habits
pairing: emily prentiss x f!bau!reader
warnings/content: reader is a Simp, emily is a Simp, they are Simps for each other; language; lots of yearning and eye contact; penelope being a matchmaker; bruises (mentioned); there is... fluff! I promise; paragraph in italics are memories.
A/N: here is the last part of old habits. i didn't know you guys would even like the first one tbh but I'm glad you asked for a part 2 because it was so fun to write this and make it a three-part mini-series. i hope you like the ending!
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you were on your lunch break when something vibrated and made you jump and hit your knee on your desk. you cursed rather loudly, attracting tara's attention to you as you held your leg with a painful groan.
“how's the desk?”
“fuck off.”
she laughed, shaking her head and going back to her own paperwork. when she saw the time though, she was the first to venture off to have lunch.
“are you staying the whole day sitting there? your butt will become a square.”
you sighed, scratching your brow. if you left now, you would never finish this on time. you weren't even sure if you would finish on time if you stayed now, but eh, it was what you had at the moment. you didn't want to leave paperwork hanging, it would pile up like today. that sucked.
“i'm good. bring me a muffin, though?” you knew she would have lunch in a restaurant nearby and your favorite bakery was side by side with it. “i'm craving something sweet.”
tara scoffed with a knowing look. “you're always craving something sweet, like a tiny ant.” she proceeded to ruffle your hair on her way out and you were about to tell her to fuck off again if your boss wasn't walking inside the bullpen as pretty as ever.
it was a relatively slow day at the bureau. you didn't have a case, which was rare, extremely rare and also extremely weird. slow days had pros and cons. one of the pros was that you could stay in the office without seeing any dead bodies and bloodied crime scenes for a change, one of the cons was that you had a ton of paperwork to fill out. it was boring. you moved to the kitchenette to get your fifth refill of coffee and then move back to your desk to drown yourself in filling out reports.
it was emily's day off. you vividly recall penelope making a bet on how many hours emily would handle being out of the office, she received a middle finger.
but here she was, and penelope was right.
“hey, is there still a lot of those for you to finish?” she threw the question on her way to her office, switching her briefcase to her right hand to inspect the pile of manila folders with the other.
emily was wearing a well-fitted black suit, a white shirt beneath it, and black trousers. black looked good on her. or any color for that matter. but emily's all-black outfits made you enter in cardiac arrest back in the day.
who are you kidding? they still do.
“yes,” you leaned back in your chair, fiddling with your pen as you gazed up at her curiously. “isn't today supposed to be your day off?”
“no, that's next week.” it's like the lie was waiting to come out. she grabbed at least ten files from your pile and gave you a wink before walking away. “i can help with that.”
“you—hey!” you whispered-yelled, stumbling after her into her office. “you can't just take this.” you scolded her with a shake of your head, attempting to grab the files back. “it's your day off, emily. go home.” it was not next week. her day off was today, you knew it was. she always did that as an excuse to come in to work and do something. emily prentiss was restless, but she couldn't just take your heavy workload if she had one of her own.
“i'm not going home.” she dropped her briefcase on the couch inside her office, closing the door before she circled around her desk and sat down. “i have spare time, so leave these here.”
you pointed at the files on her desk, “are those your spare time?”
“it's less than yours.” she rested her chin on the back of her hand, lips' corners lifting slightly.
you sighed halfheartedly, “that's because I let it pile up through the weeks.”
“give me half then,” she placed her hand on top of the files before you could drag it away and ran off from her office.
you stared at her hand on top of yours for a hot minute until you got out of your daze and dropped at least three files on top of hers, glancing up at her with your brow raised.
“you get three if you promise to not come in tomorrow and get some rest.”
her lips stretched into a smirk as she leaned back on her chair, fingertips tapping against her laptop. she gazed up at you, a challenging glint in her eyes that you wouldn't fall for. this was you negotiating and she never won a negotiation with you. not when you were right, at least.
emily rolled her eyes with a huff, “fine.” she said, playfully glaring at you as you grinned in victory with your files back in your hand.
she enjoyed this dynamic. it almost felt as if the two of you were back to normal. the teasing. the playful annoyance. the excuses to be around one another — that part was entirely emily's fault and she didn't regret it.
she knew you wouldn't let her take half of your workload with her just like that. she might have lost a few points in the bargaining, but she earned a lot of joy in seeing your satisfied smile as you left her office with a slightly less bigger pile of reports.
as you dropped the files on your desk, you notice your hands were cramping, begging for you to take a break and you decided to do exactly that. you had been up since 8 am working non-stop, you deserved a little break, didn't you? and a coffee refill.
your desk began to vibrate and you hit your knee against the hardwood, again. which made remember you have a phone and said phone was responsible for all the purple bruises you'll have on your knee. you yanked the drawer open with a low curse and grabbed your cell phone, not looking at the caller ID as you picked up the call.
"what." jj looked up from her computer screen with an amused expression upon hearing your short tone. you walked into the kitchenette when the person's voice echoed through your ear while they pretended to be offended.
"is that your way of saying you miss me?" spencer mumbled into the phone. you rolled your eyes while making another coffee pot. "hello to you too."
"did you call before? you made me hit my knee twice, it hurt like a bitch."
"how would I have made you hit your knee twice if I'm two hours and 1,051 miles away from you?"
you let out a sigh, a smile creeping up on your lips at your best friend calling you. "hello, spencer. how's the honeymoon going?"
you could see him scrunching his nose as he replied, "we're not married, it's not a honeymoon."
"you're visiting his family, you might as well be married."
he paused, stuttering a bit before he admitted something that made you squeak in delight in the kitchenette. rossi blinked at you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. you waited until he left the room to throw all your questions at spencer.
"he proposed?!"
"yes," spencer said, probably flushing red in the other side. you wish you could just tackle him into a hug and tell him how happy you were for him. ethan, spencer's boyfriend (now fiancée), was so in love with him, you knew it was only a matter of time that they tie the knot. after what your best friend went through while working at the BAU, he of all people deserved to be happy. "last night, actually."
“okay,” you held yourself back from acting like a teenager wanting to hear about the newest gossip. “okay, so, I'm not going to ask what I need to ask now because you're going to tell me everything when you come back to virginia. when do you come back to virginia?”
“saturday. we're spending the rest of the week here.”
“good.” you smiled. “that's so good. spencer?”
“yeah?”
“i am so happy for you. both of you. congratulations!”
“thank you.” he chuckled. “i'll tell you everything you want to know when I get back, okay?” you hum in agreement. “how was your date?”
your nose scrunched as hot coffee burned your tongue, “what date?” you got distracted putting sugar in your coffee.
“the one last week? with dahlia stanford?” spencer clarified confusedly. “did you not go?”
oh. that date.
right.
“no, I- I did go,” you uttered quietly.
the thing was: you hated it. you tried not to because dahlia was sweet and kind and she was even funny during five minute of conversation. but then the topic only remained on her and how she loved high school and wished she could go back because it was the best time of her life, and oh! she was her mom's favorite daughter— there was never a breach for you to talk about you.
it got tiring quickly. you were slightly annoyed and sad at the end of the night. annoyed because of the date and sad because, well, it was starting to be hopeless for you.
you didn't had a lot of dates after your break up with emily. six months was too soon for you so you respected your time until hannah from HR asked you out for coffee and you ghosted her. timothy, a lead detective on a local case, took you to a museum and it was fun but you ghosted him too. and dahlia, from sex crimes, whom you invited to have dinner but it was the most boring evening of your life.
maybe you were fated to be alone and you needed to accept that.
“you don't want to talk about it, do you?” you were glad to have known spencer for a long time so he understood your silence through the phone. “how's everything there? is everyone okay? paperwork piling up again?”
you scoffed annoyed, “yeah, easy for you to say. yours never piled up. give me your brain and it won't happen.”
“that's not physically possible.” he snickered at your jab.
“everyone's fine. we didn't have a case today so it's slow.”
“how are you and emily?”
your back straightened as you almost spilled the coffee on the floor. you cleared your throat, eyeing the door for any possible newcomers.
“fine? why would you ask that.”
spencer hummed, “because you were giving each other the silent treatment last time I asked and I had to hear it from garcia.”
“yeah, well, penelope's a snitch and me and emily are fine.” you placed your mug on the counter, munching on your lower lip thoughtfully. “we're friends.”
“oh?” spencer's mocked surprised tone made your brows furrow a little in suspicion. “that's an improvement.”
“why do you sound as if you knew more than I'm letting on?”
you heard muffled voices in the background on his end and he replied to someone else before coming back to you. “i don't know anything. I have no idea.”
“you're a shitty liar, reid.”
“look, I have to go. ethan is taking me somewhere I have no idea— he's saying hi— but I'll call you back, okay?”
“hi ethan,” you said with a little smile. “yeah, okay, have fun, lovebirds. don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
spencer called your name before hanging up.
“yeah?” you said, moving towards the bullpen in direction of your desk. you had a good break, it was time to head back to work.
“give your heart a chance. it's worth it. trust me with this, okay? goodbye.”
you froze as you were about to sit down. you didn't get a chance of answering him before he hung up on you and what exactly were you even going to say? spencer reid and his fucking unwarranted advice to mess with your head.
you only realized your eyes were lingering on the windows of the office above the stairs when the door opened and the unit chief walked out, her gaze locking into yours until you quickly diverted yours to your desk.
“hi again.” emily greeted you, leaning her hip against your desk.
“hey,” you looked up as you opened another file. one less to go. you saw something in her hand and glimpsed at it curiously. “what's that?”
“that's alright, em.” you smiled softly. “thank you for safekeeping it.”
“tara said you were craving something sweet and left this for you.” a small package was placed beside your files. you stared at the package and looked up at her, confused. if the package was for you then why was it with emily?
she seemed to grasp your train of thought, a rosy tint reaching her cheeks. your whole demeanor softened at her obvious embarrassment. “you weren't here, so she, mhm, she left it in my office so I could give it to you when you came back—”
“sure. it was my pleasure.” emily was about to combust from awkwardness, was that possible?
she said your name and you stopped in the middle of opening the package to glance up at her. she pulled up a chair so both of you were at eye-level now.
“i have a proposition for you.”
“i have a proposition for you.”
you bit the straw of your milkshake, quickly writing down the last pieces of information on the report so you could finally be free to go home and have some sleep. the last case wiped you out. “i don't have time to bury a body now, if you just wait for five more minutes...”
“I-what?” emily let out a dumbfounded laugh. “why is that the first thing that comes to your mind when I say I have a proposition?” your mouth stretched into a convinced smile, your eyes drifted to hers for a second before they go back to your messy handwriting. you were almost done.
“because I would. bury a body for you. you're too pretty to go to jail.” you finished your chocolate milkshake and left the plastic cup aside.
emily tapped her fingers on your desk, shaking her head at you in disapproval to which you grinned in response.
“i hate it when you do that.”
you blinked innocently. “do what?”
she lowered her face closer to yours and you couldn't help but stare down at her lips. “flirt with me while we're at work because you know I can't do anything about it.”
“mhm, then tell me the proposition, prentiss. I don't have all day.”
“go on a date with me.”
“i won't give you anymore reports.” you clicked your pen once, twice, as if this would expel the memory that just traveled through your mind.
emily looked down at the manila folders in your desk, they were halfway through. “i could finish all of those today.”
“right, let's not kid ourselves here, baby. we don't have the same reading speed as spencer reid.”
you had the privilege of seeing her dimpled smile and for moment your brain stopped working.
“what?”
you called me baby. I missed that.
“nothing.” she said, looking away. “about the proposition. there will be a lyrid meteor shower friday night and I was thinking about going to the observatory park in great falls. it's one of the best places to watch the night sky.” emily paused, leaving you anxiously waiting. “do you— would you like to come with me?” and she quickly added, much to your dismay. “as friends, of course.” you observed her fidget with your pen before she carried on.
why did you feel so disappointed? it was what you wanted, right? to be friends with emily, it was at least a start to rekindle your friendship of years. it was the right thing to do.
was it normal to also find your friend the most beautiful woman on earth and try so hard to not kiss her at any given moment?
you didn't think so.
“okay.”
emily blinked at you, stunned. “okay?”
you give her an amused smile, “yes, okay, em. we can go watch the meteor shower together. as friends.”
her smile fell a little, “right. yes. that's great. so I'll pick you up around 8, is that good for you?”
you nodded in agreement, “sure.” there was an awkward silence as both of you tried to find any other topic to talk about but you were too nervous with going somewhere with her just the two of you and she was incredibly awkward at the failed attempt for asking you out on a date. “emily?” you blurted out while standing up before she could leave. “i did went on a date, but I'm not going on another one.” you mumbled a curse under your breath. “i meant that it didn't work out.” jesus, was that hard to say?!
“oh.” emily muttered, eyes traveling across your face, seeking any form of sadness over the fact that it didn't work out between you and whoever you went on a date with. okay, she knew who it was and even which department the person, dahlia?, worked in. perks of having penelope garcia as your technical analyst and honorary hacker. “i'm sorry.”
no, she wasn't the slightest bit sorry.
you let a choked-up laugh escape and you were fast to cover your mouth. emily's gaze brightened up at that. she made you laugh. this day couldn't get any better.
“you do look very sorry, em.”
she groaned with a roll of eyes. “hey, I am, okay? if you really liked her, so...”
your eyes narrowed at her. you slowly stepped towards her, arms crossing over your chest. tilting your head, you said, “her? I never told you it was a her.” you knew you caught her when her lips parted and she just clipped her mouth shut after being out of bullshit to throw at you. “penelope.”
it wasn't a question.
emily's expression twitched in a guilty grimace and she feared this might just have ruined her plans to get you back. fuck.
what could she do? she wasn't capable of lying to you.
you raised a hand, cutting her off. “i'm not mad. it's fine.”
emily sighed in relief, “really?”
“yeah.” you gave her an eye roll, shaking your head but your lips betrayed you by lifting its corners as you went back to your chair and dropped down on the seat.
emily munched on her upper lip, gathering her strength to just walk off and accept things as they were because you have to let time do its magic— god, she couldn't fucking do it. thanks, penelope, for your amazing advice but I am a restless woman.
“and what if I don't want this to be a friendly hangout?” you gasped in surprise as she reappeared beside you, drawing her chair closer, bumping with the arms of your chair. “would it be a stretch to say that I want it to be a date?"
emily's really pushing her luck here.
"emily-" you croaked out, your voice suddenly rough, but she cut you off by grabbing your wrist tenderly.
"I know I messed up. and I know I betrayed your trust which is something I'd never ever do it intentionally because I lo- because I care so deeply about you," emily admitted all of that, apparently forgetting you were in the middle of the bullpen. something you also didn't notice. "so just give me this chance, this one date. If you say no I'll completely understand, hell I'm probably being extremely pushy right now-"
"emily." you tugged at her hand, jerking your head in the direction of her office so she could follow you there. you pulled her inside the room, closing the door by resting your back against it. you were finally away from prying eyes. "will you let me talk now?"
she felt her cheeks warming up in shame.
you took a step towards your ex-girlfriend, not believing what you were about to say because she was, well, your ex-girlfriend. and you're not supposed to say yes to a date with your ex when you're trying to get over them.
"you're not being pushy. I was actually kind of hoping this would be a date until you said as friends." she mentally kicked herself at her doings. "I care about you too, okay? I can't just not care, emily." your shoulders slumped as you exhaled slowly. "so yes, this can be a date. and we can see how it goes from there."
emily wanted to kiss you so bad right now and she wanted to cry at the same time. this meant you were giving her a chance, that you wanted to try as much as she did even if she didn't think she deserved it that much. but she wouldn't disappoint you this time.
"you won't regret it." you hummed with a soft smile, messing with her fingers and then letting it go.
"okay, boss. now, can I go back to work or will you keep me from my duties any longer?"
"I'm debating that."
you gave her a look, to which she grinned causing your heart to beat insanely fast inside your ribcage. you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away. how could you be just friends with emily prentiss? that just wasn't possible.
as a close friend of yours said once, you'd give your heart a chance. maybe it would be worth the risk.
"I hate you," you mumbled while holding back a smile as you opened the door to leave her office. it was time to get back to work, for real this time.
you could hear the smug smile in her voice. “no you don't. ”
“no, I don't,” you confessed quietly to yourself.
and for that, you blamed your stupid heart.
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LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT - T . NOTT
Mature Content Ahead
Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Enzo are best friend, you have a bi-weekly gossip session at the astronomy tower during your bi-weekly smoke break. During said gossip, Enzo drops some juicy goss about a certain slytherin boy and how he's 'packing', iygwim ;)
Warnings: SMUT, Switch Theo and Reader, Mentions of Smoking, Graphic descriptions of sex, Slight Male!Receiving Oral, Squirting
A/N: I apologise for any spelling mistakes or slightly off sentences. I did proof read but I am dyslexic with acrylics on so my spelling gets progressively worse.
Theodore Nott. The man he was. He was one of your friends, he was in the group of the original slytherins from day dot. You always harboured something towards him - you just didn't know if it was feelings or pure lust. The man was an absolute pantie dropper. He just got even hotter with puberty.
Though he wasn't as much as a whore as Mattheo, he definitely stuck his dick in a few things (stupid bitches). There were many rumours about him but no one knew it was real, no one kiss and told with him. For all you knew he could've been an absolute virgin. But one of the rumours was true, Enzo mentioned over your bi-weekly free period cig break in the Astronomy tower.
"Oh! I've got some goss for you" Enzo chuckled as he pointed his slender fingers at you. His cigarette perfectly slotted inbetween his index and middle.
"What?" You looked over at him intruiged, as you stayed sat against the railing of the tower, your feet dangling over the old cobble below.
"Theo" He smirked. If you were a dog your ears would've perked up. The way your body instantly sat up straight away as you looked over at him more alert than ever. Your hand paused infront of you, the cig butt burning out. "Its big" He winked.
"Oh fuck off 'Zo" You took a puff from your cig, letting it hit your throat before exhaling. "You're full of shit, I'm not sitting here and listening to you bullshit another stupid 'Big Dick of Hogwarts' again. Do you know I actually got with Adrien just to fucking see" You rolled your eyes.
Enzo laughed "Did you actually?!"
You nodded as you inhaled the smoke from your cigarette, flicking the end as ash fell from the tip. "Well embarassing too, was so turned off at the.. what 3 inches I had to work with, just walked out" You groaned.
Enzo snickered but collected himself. "I'm serious though, it's literally huge. He sent a picture to the lads groupchat-"
"Why?" You cut him off
"We wanted to compare dick sizes so we measure it against our DADA text books" Enzo shrugged.
"You lot are fucking stupid..." You shook your head. "But.. out of interest where abouts was it? Would you say centered with the authors name in the centre or? I know the book is 15 inches tall" You spoke, putting out your cig on the metal bar.
"Jesus fucking Christ you are a freak" Enzo laughed putting out his cigarette beside yours. "But it was to the title lettering"
You stood up in shock. "You're saying Theodore Nott has a 9 inch penis.."
"How do you know the size- Wait I'll just show you" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the groupchat and showing you the picture. Now with Enzo, if you couldn't guess it by now, he was the male gay of the group - him and Pans representing the rainbow together. You all thought it would be Blaise he turns out he ended up hitting it off well with Luna Lovegood.
"No.. fucking way" You gripped the muggle phone as you stared at the picture. "This makes me want to fuck Theo even more 'Zo. I've been toying with the idea but fuck this solidifies it"
Enzo laughs "Well he's been having a 'dry spell at the moment' said he can't get it up because of an 'inconsistency' he said but he won't tell anyone. Sounds like he's seen something that'll only make him hard".
"Inconsistency? Pfft, I'll be the judge of that" You smirked.
"Oh I bet you will" He snickered.
"Jesus, this cig break was crazy" You laughed, giving Enzo his phone back and the two of you walked down the steps of the tower.
"I'll update you if I hear anything more from Mr 9 inches" Enzo winks.
You shook your head bidding him a goodbye.
Later that day, You made your way into the dungeons, walking to Enzo's dorm to tell him about the crazy fight between Astoria and a random Ravenclaw over Draco.
"Zo you'll never fucking believe it. Astoria ate shit today and got her ass handed to by a Raven...claw-" You flung open the door, looking up and locking eyes to chest with a very naked, towel covered sadly, Theo.
"My eyes are up here bella" He smirked.
You gawked at him, shocked to see him, especially how chiseled he was... as your mouth practically salivated at the sight of him.
"Bella?" Theo chuckled at your frozen figure.
"Respectfully Theo, I've always found you so fucking hot. But now I'm going to have to definitely suck you off" You smirked up at him.
He snickered as he gazed at you. His tongue running across his bottom lip before biting it. "You really dont play around... Come on then"
You slammed the door behind you as you lunged yourself at Theo, crashing your lips onto his. His hands roaming your body as your slid from his shoulders to his damp chest. Your fingers working through the crevasses slowly.
"My.. my.. So eager" He laughed as you pushed him back against a bed while yanking at the towel watching as he caught himself with his hands on the bed, sitting up as he supported himself completely naked.
You bit your lip as you dropped to your knees. "Fuck.. Enzo wasn't lying" You placed your hands on his thighs.
"What?" Theo froze.
"Enzo showed me your dick pic.. Its even bigger in person though" You bit your lip.
"Fucking Enzo.. So you saw my cock and now wanna suck it because of a picture?"
"Yeah pretty much" You licked a stripe up the base of his shafts to the tip as you peered up at him smirking as he let out a shaky gasp.
"You are a weird one Y/N.. Now hurry up before I fuck your face with it" He groaned slightly agitated at being teased.
"He also said about your inconsistency to get it up Nott.. you seem to not be having an issue" You smirked as you took his length into your hands as you jerked him off slightly as you kissed up his pelvis.
"Don't act so suprised bella.. We both know it was because of you and that cheeky thong of yours. Why'd you think that was OK?" Theo sighed as he bit his lip peering down at you.
"Me?" You questioned.
You peered outside your door, looking left and right before slithering out. You really wanted to grab some water from the kitchen but it was so late and you couldn't be asked to wait till breakfast.
You snuck out the common room, running down to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water but also stealing a few biscuits while you were at it.
You had successfully made it back to the common room, slowly walking down the stairs before turning to walk up the stairs to your dorm. You felt a presence near you but you, looked around and saw no one. So you shrugged it off.
Third POV
"Fuck-" Theo hissed as he flicked his cigarette out the window as he stared at your figure stood at the end of the stairs.
The way you stood in your little black knee high socks, paired with an absolute ravishing black lace thong - leaving nothing to Theo's imagination. Not only that, a tiny crop top with underboov practically spilling out. Theodore was spoilt by this view. He noticed you didn't notice him as you crept back upstairs. The growing tent in his joggers as he stood up to readjust but ending up moaning at the slight friction of the fabric.
What you didn't know, is that night Theo went and jacked off 6 times thinking about you. He'd never came so much, let alone been so weak for anyone. You were all he could think about for weeks. Even when he came to the situation of fucking a random ass Ravenclaw after a party, he couldn't get it up. It wasn't until he thought about that night. You. He could. He ended up ploughing the fuck out of that poor Ravenclaw imaging the girl was you. After that he vowed to celibacy until he could get his hands on you.
"What are you talking about" You laughed as you kitten licked his tip, staring up at him as he fought back his moans. His fists whitening as he clenched then tightly.
"I.. saw you" He gulped, submitting and sitting on the bed as you shuffled closer. "Two weeks ago- You went somewhere I don't fucking know. But you were in a tiny fucking thong and- there was just so much boob and ass.." You tilted your head as you stared at him. "Y/N- I fucked my shit so hard- I fucked a random bitch- I nearly fucking moaned your name" He was pratically begging for you at this point.
You stood up, straddling his hips as you smirked at him, caressing his cheek. "I'm flattered Nott, if you wanted to fuck me you should've just asked" You bit your lip.
"God- S'bad.. I want you so bad Y/N" He pratically whimpered as his cock twitches up against your thigh.
"Who knew Theodore Nott was a begger.. especially with all this" You chuckled, running your hand up his whole length. You lifted your thong to the side as you lined up his dick with your entrance as you slowly sank down on it. Sighing softly as the poor boy whimpered under you.
"Good boy" You cooed, ruffling his hair as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, biting your lip at the feeling of his dick moving inside of you, hitting your G-spot every. fucking. time.
"I fucking hate.. how weak you make me" He whines, a soft pout upon his lips as his hands grasp at your clothed breasts through your uniform.
You capture his lips, kissing him softly, speaking between the breaths- "You're so.. fucking.. hot.." You sighed as you arched your back, throwing your head back as you gripped his shoulders as you sped up the pace as you rode him. Your hips buckling against his chest as you left out soft whines and moans. Supporting yourself by your arms but you were growing weak. As much as it was hot to see a submissive Theodore, his dick was perfectly hitting your G-spot every fucking time that you were crumbling.
You threw your head forward, looking at Theo as you panted, your mouth open agape as you stared down at him. Lust in your eyes. "Ruin me Nott" you gagged out.
It was like a code word or something. In that moment, Theo pulled out and flipped you over. Ripping off your uniform but leaving your tie on. Slapping your ass harshly as he theusted his dick back into you, tugging on your tie, choking you slightly as he began to piston into you from behind. You gasped, a moan catching in your throat as your head leaned back slightly at the tug of the tie as you felt Theo's hand grip at your neck tightly as you gasped.
"Good girl.. Be good for me.. principessa" He whispered lowly as he let go of your tie, wrapping an arm around your waist as he yanked you up, leaning your back against his chest. You moaned lightly, gritting your teeth as his dick absolutely crushed your insides. His lips upon your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, as his free hand gripped your left breast.
"Fuck!" You whined out as you gasped. The overwhelming feeling of his dick and his touch was driving you insane. "I'm co-" You screamed out as he sped up his thrusts. You gripped his thighs, digging your nails into them as you screamed out. Your eyes rolling back as you let out a low groan as you came harshly against his dick.
Theo let go of you, letting you fall forward against the bed as you panted heavily, breath shaky as you gripped at the sheets below you. His dick still in you as he stared down at your twitching body.
"I'm not done yet, amore mio" He smirked, slapping your ass as he pulled out. Flipping you over as he leaned over kissing you softly. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling his closer as you sucked on tongue as he gasped feeling him enter you once again.
"Theo- I don't think I can take anymore" You panted, giggling softly, slightly scared.
"You will" He smiled at you, kissing your cheek as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. "I need to cum too, and you need to come atleast 2 more times" He winked.
His lips captured yours as he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand finding it's way through his curls as you tugged on them with each pummel into your G-spot. Theo definitely knew how to use all inches of his deadly weapon. You did question why you left it so long.
He pulled away, peppering kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbone, nibbling and sucking lightly occasionally scattering hickies and marks. "So. Beautiful" He growled as he grit his teeth. His grip on the headboard directly above you tightened as he thrusted harder onto you.
"T-Theo" you yelped, scratching down his back harshly with your sharp acrylics. Gasping as he cocked his leg up slightly hitting into you at a tilted angle driving you insane.
"Doing so good, darling. You look so beautiful" He pecked your lips as his grip tightened on his bed frame, thrusting faster as the bed below the pair of you began to creak with each movement. "Good girl.. You are doing so well" He kissed your cheek softly as you let out a soft string of moans.
Your eyes rolled back slightly as your panting became erratic, your toes curling as you shrieked, digging your nails further into his back. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck- I'm cumming!" You screamed out as you arched your back, your legs twitching as Theo continued to relentlessly pound into you, showing no remorse for your sensitive state. You yelped loudly, throwing your head forward, locking eyes with him as the knot harshly unwrapped in your stomach as you came harshly against him. He continues to fuck you through your high causing you to squirt. Everywhere.
You threw your head back, squinting your eyes as you gritted your teeth whining as your hands fell from his back to the sheets as you fisted them. It took you a moment to come round, you were seeing white during your high. You noticed Theo slow down, but still continuing to slowly pump into you. You felt his hand caress your cheek as he chuckled softly.
"You alright bella? Thought I lost you there" He smirked softly as he kissed your forehead.
You looked up at him, panting softly, pulling his neck as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're going to kill me Nott.. How have you still not came-" You groaned.
He laughed, hooking his arms under your thighs, he lifted you up causing you to shriek. The boy stood up, lowering you once against fully on his length. His hands gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. Your body recoiling against him as your skin slapped harshly against his.
"Fuck- There-" You gulped biting your lip as your hands gripped his shoulders.
"Love making you feel good.. I could make you cum all day, I don't care if i do too" You groaned, his jaw tensing as you noticed his dick twitch inside of you. He walked across the room, your body rebounding every thrust back into him as you whimpered lowly. He pushed you up against the door, his pace quickening once he leant u against it.
"Fuck yes! You're so tight for me bella, just for me-" He moaned softly into your ear as his face buried into your neck. Soft whimpers leaving his lips turning you on even more. Your hips bucked against him as you tightened your core as you began to lift yourself to bounce up and down. Soft moans leaving your lips as he bit at your neck, whining into your skin.
"M'close!-" He yelped, gulping as he kissed your roughly. You pulled him as close as you could as he continued to plough into you against the door. The pair of you gaining closer and closr to your releases. His thrusts progressively becoming more erratic.
Suddenly, Theo halted before he drop you to your feet, pulling out as you gasped at the sudden lack of pleasure. He pulls you to the bed again, pushing you face first down as he climbed ontop of you. You had no time to compute what was going on or question him. It all happened so fast. His legs eitherside yours trapping you down as he slaps your ass. A soft yelp leaving your lips as he spread your ass and thighs with his hand as he pushed back in. The boy was fucking mounting you like a horse.
He kisses your shoulder messily as he bites down on it, his thrusts becoming messy as you gripped at the sheets again. "Tell me if your- uncomftable" He groaned in your ear. His thrusts growing messier and messier as he sped up. His poor bed frame screaming for a break, constant creaking and slamming against the wall as you both moaned. You were worried for the dorm next door, the pair of you didn't think of a silencing charm.
His whimpering driving you over the edge as you screamed into the pillow. Theo knew you were close, he could feel it as you tightened around him.
The boy chased for his high along with you. You both letting out some rather unattractive groans and whines as you drew close together.
"Sei cosi' sexy" (You're so sexy) He groaned, nibbling at your shoulder as he continued to whimper softly in your ear. His pants become erratic as he continued to thrust into you, at a wildly animalistic pace. "Mio, tu sei mio..~" (Mine, you are mine..~) he whined out, pushing your hair aside as he sucked at your neck. His pants becoming gasps as his dick twitched inside of you. You had no clue what he was saying, but his Italian accent was making you even more wet.
"FUCK!-" you screamed as you sobbed into the pillow, biting the plush object as you harshly came against his thrusts as he sped up one last time, before delving deep inside of you, practically burying himself and his cum deep inside of you.
"Porca puttana, cosi' stretto! Tutto mio. Ti amo, cazzo-" (Holy shit, so tight! All mine. I fucking love you-) He groaned as he held himself above you, his arms shaking as he panted heavily. "Holy fuck.." He collected himself before pulling out and crashing beside you, pushing his hair out of his face.
The pair of you had a few minutes of silence, panting heavily and collecting yourself together.
You lifted your hair out of the pillow as you turned to look at his fucked out face beside you. You let out a soft snicker as you moved to cuddle him, putting your head on his chest.
Theo didn't know you knew a bit of Italian not much, but enough to know he just professed his love for you.
"Ti amo" You smiled up at him. His face shot to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed.
"You understood?-" He gulped.
"Only slightly but, I love you too Theo" You kissed his cheek.
He shook his head, laying a soft kiss on your lips.
The two of you cuddled a bit longer before you retreated to the shower where you went another round. You don't know how you did it. Your legs certainly hate you at this point. He decided to leave some nasty bite marks and hickies on your thighs. He even drew blood a few times but that's something the two of you can toy with later...
Later you stumbled down the stairs in one of Theo's tshirts. Your hair very messy and skin peppered in hickies and bites from neck to thigh. Theo followed behind you.
You noticed your friends sat upon the couches in the common room.
You looked to Enzo "Can confirm it is definitely 9 inches" You both laughed as your friends look at you confused.
"Who-" Draco questioned before gasps came from them all as Theo walked downstairs, covered in scratch marks, bites and hickies as he stood behind you ruffling his hair in just his trackies.
"Oh my god" Pansy gawked.
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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ 7 NUTS IN NOVEMBER!
‧₊˚✩彡‧ HAHA!, HE COULDN'T KEEP IT IN FOR MORE THAN 7 DAYS! gojo satoru x afab!reader °˖✧
tags: smut, no nut november, handjob, perv!gojo satoru, pantie stealing, jerking off, roomates au, college au, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, tummy buldge, cream pie, kinda of switch gojo, riding, mentions of dry orgasm & blue balls.
Gojo always thought this “no nut november” was just pure immature shit for guys his age that couldn’t keep their hands off a day their dick or someone’s pussy. And he tried to divert the conversation's theme, not wanting to play these silly games…
But c’mon, Gojo is a man with a big ego that couldn’t bare with comments that he would be the first to lose thanks to having a hot roommate– obviously he wouldn’t resist the urge to jack off or fuck someone.
So that’s how he accepted the bet; everyone puts in a hundred dollars, and the winner gets it all. It’s a nice price, isn't it? Suguru, Kento, Toji and Choso, that’s 500 hundred dollars easily in his bag –pride bag because he doesn’t need the money– It couldn’t be that hard right?
DAY 1
Nice start, new month, new activities to distract himself. He did the usual– wake up, make breakfast, hit the gym, go and pretend to pay attention in class, play silly games on his phone while waiting for you to go and prepare or get dinner. –Nothing to worry about.
DAY 3
Okay, he was doing good right now. Like, really good. He couldn’t believe Toji already lost the bet, feeling even prouder of himself for not being that kind of guy to be that desperate for some pussy. Or to be watching someone in little shorts that leave nothing to imagination, wearing his shirt while waking up– messy hair like if someone played with them the whole night, husky voice, and those shorts marking the exact division of where your pussy lips were hiding. He was doing good, yeah.
DAY 6
Okaay. This wasn’t normal of him, cleaning his whole room again and again, trying to find something to distract himself after watching you come out of the shower, or fuck by just seeing you. He knew you were pretty hot, you’re funny and like the best roommate and friend he could ever ask for. And holy fucking shit, he swore he would never see you in another way– he would never admit it you got his attention and he would leave any girl by his side just for you to give him a chance, but god, he’s losing himself right now.
DAY 7
One week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds, fucking shit. He’s not touching himself right now, he’s not doing anything to lose right now. Suguru lost the bet yesterday, it was just Kento, Choso and him right now. He could do this, yeah, he could do this. Fucking shit! He's not doing anything against the rules right now! He’s not watching porn, or jerking off, or shit, his hand is traveling down right now. He is trying, he really is. But the moment he saw your panties accidentally almost falling into the dirty clothes bin he couldn’t resist himself. And fucking. shit. Right now he felt even worse than those guys that couldn’t resist a day without jerking off.
He’s really trying to take the panties off his face right now, but it’s like his hand is just smashing down the panties closer to him, because your scent was driving him crazy. He didn’t even realize he was already touching himself, small whimpers coming out his mouth– breathy whines calling out for you.
…
Okay. This wasn’t how you expected to know, when, where, and with what, Satoru was about to lose the bet the silly guys decided to join. You just laughed in Suguru’s face when he told you, already knowing all of them would lose not even a week in. But the sight you were looking at right now could justify not laughing at Satoru’s loss.
Cock out, a visible wet spot on his sweats that you suppose were the battle before getting them off– the wet sounds filling the room, he was biting his shirt so his exposed abdomen and chest was seen, while his other hand was gripping the panties on his face. Your panties. And holy shit, it’s like you were attracted to sit on the bed next to his body, and he was too lost in pleasure he didn’t realize you were there, before you placed your hand on his cock and jerk him off.
His eyes opened wide and surprised at the sight before, letting out a loud moan and dumping a big portion of his white liquid on your hand and his, while some of it landed on his chest. He was a breathy mess, chest rising up and down. “I can’t believe The Gojo Satoru would lose this way. With just a pair of panties.” A visible smirk plastered all over your face, Before slightly squeezing his sensitive cock which gave you a high whimper in response.
“Please… Just.. let me fuck your for once.” His voice was almost audible because of how breathy he sounded, just like a siren voice you couldn’t deny his instruction, you got each of your legs next to his so you were straddling him. Your pajama shorts making it easier for you to undress, a visible wet spot on your panties while he could see your perky nipples praying to leave your shirt and be exposed. And his next movement surprised you, he didn’t even ask, it was like he wasn’t on his right mind when he ripped your panties, a gasp coming out of you, giving him a glare.
“I couldn’t care less about your panties right now, I’ll buy you a million just to rip them off and fuck this pussy a million times.”
Gojo’s hands are all over your chest as he leans forward, lips attaching themselves to the skin on your neck. A soft moan tumbles from your lips as your hand digs into his silky, white hair and tugs, earning a low groan from the man beneath you. Your lips are parted as your hips start moving, grinding down on his cock, your clit rubbing against his lower abdomen for every time you move.
“Oh god,” you moan, head tilting back in pure pleasure when he pushes his hips up and meeting you halfway, his cock finally enters you, hitting all the sensitive spots inside of you. Gojo’s mouth catches yours, kissing you as his hands let go of your breasts and slide around to your body, spreading across the expanse of your back and pulling you closer.
He calls out your name, making you look back at him– “Please… make me cum, it hurts”
He swears his balls were swollen with how much cum he had, he really wanted to fuck you until he cums dry. Maybe that could happen another day he wasn’t this fucked out already with the feeling your pussy around his cock. He was using all his force to fuck himself inside you, you weren’t even moving anymore, all the bounces thanks to him. Red marks from his hands gripping your waist already ready to appear.
“Ahhh Ssshit, I can’t- ha! anymore…” A hard thrust of himself made your body completely shiver, your eyes rolling back so all you could see were stars while he gave some last few thrusts before dumping another portion of him inside you. “Sshit, I might just get you pregnant at this point. You wouldn’t even need to study anymore, I could buy you the whole world if you make me a daddy right now.”
Of course he could say that, but both of you still have a life to live, and you’re not against the idea of being by his side this time. “We can still fuck plenty of times more before jumping to the next step ´toru”
A visible bump of his cock and liquid being slightly visible in your tummy, both of you looking down at it and immediately made itself more noticeable, looking back at a flustered, tears dry Gojo with a shy smile adorning his face. “Ahh.. shit, seven days were a lot I guess…”
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Hello!! I was wondering if maybe you could do something with sub!Spencer and dacryphilia?
I also just wanted to say that I really enjoy reading all of your work and I'm so impressed with what you write! You have become one of my favorite writers on this platform!
now this, this is too good to not write. thanks for reading and the request! it's an honorary title to be called one of your favourites so I thank you! ♡
Pretty When You Cry | sub!Spencer Reid x Reader
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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: You hear Spencer crying after he'd overheard you joke about him with Derek. You better check in on him, right? Except he's definitely not crying. You find him in a... compromising situation. But he's not crying. You better rectify that.
Contents: NO Y/N, sub!Spencer, dom!Reader, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, co-workers, smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise kink, overuse of 'good boy', If I missed any warnings please tell me!
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"I bet he keeps his socks on," you joked, stealing a piece of candy from Derek and popping it in your mouth. He threw his head back in a hearty chuckle.
"Or he takes only one off. Whichever one fits the vibe stays, since he's always mismatching." Derek added. He was about to continue, but you cut him off with a panicked look, spotting Spencer with a frown on his face.
"If you guys wanted to know whether I keep my socks on, you could've just asked. There's no need to speculate and joke about my sex life behind my back. But I guess that's what pricks do." Spencer stomped to his desk, not making any eye contact.
"No need to get so worked up over it, Reid. You should really take that edge off, somehow. You can whine either way." You continued chewing on the tough candy, taking another one from Morgan and throwing it in Spencer's direction when he didn't reply.
"Yeah, Pretty Boy. When's the last time you got laid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. Spencer visibly tensed before pushing himself away from his desk and walking off.
Convinced you'd upset him, you told Derek you'd go after him. Derek shrugged, saying he was heading home.
You nearly collided with Hotch as he was leaving his office, clearly headed home.
"Don't stay too late, there's a lot of catching up to do that can wait until tomorrow morning," he mentioned before walking to the elevator.
You knocked on Rossi's door, entering when he answered. "Hey, did you see where Reid went? I think I might've upset him," you cringed.
"I'm pretty sure there's nothing you can do that could possibly upset the kid. But he walked down the hall to the left from what I saw." Rossi clasped his hands together.
"Thanks, Rossi. You're a lifesaver."
You bid him goodbye before following his directions down the hall. You heard soft noises from one of the empty offices near the end of the long, winding hallway. It sounded like... Spencer?
Was he crying? You hadn't thought he was that upset.
You creaked the door open as silently as humanly possible, ready to console him and apologize for your teasing.
You couldn't see him clearly, the light from the hallway polluting your vision into the dimly lit office. But you could hear him. God, could you hear him.
The soft whines emitting from his throat drowned out the barely audible noise of his slick hand sliding over his hard length.
Your heart rate skyrocketed. Spencer's touching himself. You felt a wicked smile creep upon your lips.
You listened in on him a little longer, determining whether you were daydreaming or if the universe was really throwing this situation in your lap.
His soft whines turned into pleas. It was obvious this wasn't the first time for his current fantasy. It seemed played out.
You knew it was your lucky day when a begging whisper of your name fell off his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Your hand crept through the gap of the door, hand blindly seeking the light switch. You found it but didn't yet turn it on.
You heard him get closer to the edge, exactly where you wanted him. When the noises of his hand sped up, desperately so, you made your move.
You slammed the door open and turned on the bright, white light simultaneously. Spencer jumped to gather himself, wide eyes meeting your own.
"What are you doing, Spencer?" Your tone was mocking. You already knew the answer, and Spencer had never felt more caught. His breath was haggard, eyes glazed over, lips pouting. He looked like a little puppy.
"I'm- I was just- Uh-" Spencer stammered. You gave him a condescending smile.
"I- Uh- I- You what, Spencer?" You finally walked into the room, closing the door behind you. You took slow steps towards the leather couch.
Spencer was frozen. You never called him by his first name. He'd managed to haphazardly tuck himself back into his pants, but a small wet spot was already forming on the front. He'd been so close.
He refused to look at you, choosing to stare at his lap, where his hands were unsubtly crossed over his crotch. You examined him for a second before taking his chin in your hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly. You turned his face upwards, forcing him to meet your eyes.
"Answer my question, Spencer," you demanded. He looked up at you through damp lashes. He'd really worked up a sweat.
He made a couple desperate noises but couldn't utter a coherent sentence. You raised your eyebrows. A constricted sigh left him as he looked at you in desperation.
"What's the matter, baby? You usually have so much to say. Don't you have an answer for me, boy genius?" You pouted sarcastically. Your grip on his chin tightened.
"I-" Spencer's eyes glazed over.
"-was touching myself? Yeah, I gathered as much," you finished for him. You turned his face, examining it from every angle as you slowly brought your foot up to his crotch.
"Move your hands, Pretty Boy," you demanded, pressing your foot against them. Spencer's eyes squeezed shut, slowly moving his hands. You chuckled darkly as you felt up his length.
You tossed his head to the side and pushed on his shoulder, making him fall back against the couch. You slowly moved your legs to either side of his, straddling him. You moved your hips experimentally, purposely grinding against his clothed cock for good measure.
His hands reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists before he could. "No touching. Sit on them if you think you can't stop yourself."
Spencer moved quickly, tucking his hands under his thighs. You ran your fingers over the side of his face. He really was pretty. You stroked a finger between his eyebrows in an attempt to iron out the crease. His face and entire body were tense with anticipation.
You ground your hips agonizingly slow. Your sluggish movement was obviously not enough for the whimpering man under you, but he knew better than to do anything about it.
You would've continued your teasing longer, but you knew he'd been close to coming seconds before you barged in. You felt the wet spot on his slacks grow larger with the movement. He trashed, uncertainty written on his face. He had to touch you, had to move, had to do something, but he couldn't.
"Please," Spencer uttered the magic word you'd been waiting for. You smiled and got off his lap, getting on your knees in front of the couch.
You reached for his belt and undid it, all while your eyes never left his. You slowly tugged the slacks down, along with his boxers. His cock bounced free instantly, throbbing and red. Spencer clenched his eyes shut at the sensation.
"Nu-uh, Spence. Look at me. Don't you want to be a good boy?" Your fingers wrapped around his shaft menacingly.
"Yes! Yes, please. Want to be a good boy for you. Only you. Please," he begged.
You smiled in satisfaction as you gave him a squeeze. Spencer threw his head back at the sensation, only to push it back and meet your eyes like you'd enforced.
You moved forward and leaned over his lap, bringing the tip of his weeping dick to your mouth. You gave the slit a kittenish lick, collecting some pre-cum on your tongue.
You saw Spencer breathe heavily, trying to contain himself. He bit his lip, attempting to suppress any noise, but failing miserably.
You never took him into your mouth fully, only licking around the tip and squeezing his shaft every so often.
"So good for me, Spence. You're gonna have to be quiet, though. Rossi's still here, and you know what a gossip he is," You stroked him as you spoke. You sped up your pace, enjoying seeing him try to stay quiet.
His legs twitched, and you knew he was getting close. You quickly pulled your hand off him and got up off the floor. A loud groan left him at the loss of sensation, hips shooting up off the couch.
The sound of his frantic breaths was like music to your ears.
You moved to stand over him, tugging at the hem of his sweater vest.
"C'mon, baby. Hands up," you urged, pulling the fabric over his head. You reached for his tie, undoing it and setting it aside for later.
"Take your shirt off," you commanded, stepping back to watch the show. Spencer removed his hands from where he sat on them, watching you as he struggled to unbutton the shirt. You leaned against the desk nonchalantly, admiring your fingernails.
He nearly sobbed in despair, shaking hands unable to undo the buttons. You liked him like this; helpless and desperate. You laughed at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he finally got the last button opened. He hastily rid himself of the shirt and searched your face for approval.
"Hmm, good job, baby. Now, put those hands back where they came from. Remember, no touching," you reminded him. He tucked them back under his legs, and you pet his hair in approval before reaching for where you'd placed his tie.
"Say 'Ah'," you motioned for him to copy you. He hesitantly opened his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, and he quickly opened it further. You placed the fabric of his tie in his mouth, tying it behind his head. He gurgled a little, struggling to give the makeshift gag a place.
You got back on his lap, putting a hand in his hair and tugging at the roots. Spencer yelped but clearly liked the pain, eyes dilating. You moved his head backwards, exposing his neck for you. You placed a few kisses on his jaw, before moving down to his neck. You sucked several spots before finding the sweet spot that had him whimpering once again. His hands shot up from under his thighs, reaching for your ass.
You removed your mouth from his neck, yanking at his hair. "Did I give you permission to touch me?"
Spencer shook his head aggressively.
"Words, baby."
"N-no, ma'am," he stuttered. You smirked. Ma'am, huh? You liked the sound of that.
"Good boy," you whispered in his ear. His hips ground upwards, desperate for attention. You decided you were done toying with him. You were glad you'd worn a somewhat loose skirt to work that day.
You reached between your thighs, pulling your underwear aside. You lined yourself up, steadying yourself with one hand on Spencer's shoulder, the other on his cock.
You sunk down, only slipping the tip inside before stopping. Your legs were going to kill you tomorrow, holding up your weight above his length, but it was worth it for the tears welling up in Spencer's eyes.
"You're gonna cry?" You mocked, hand returning to grip his chin and squish his cheeks. He tried to keep it in, but the second you sunk down, fully sheathing him inside, the tears spilt, rolling down his cheeks.
"You're so pretty when you cry, Spencer. My gorgeous little crybaby," You admitted. You lifted your hips, pushing them back down against his harshly. More tears ran down his face.
"Shh, baby. Filling me up so nicely. Such a good boy for me." You assured him, setting a slow pace and bouncing on his cock.
"Please, faster. Just a little, please," Spencer pleaded through the gag, almost unintelligibly. You pretended to think it over.
"No, I don't think I will," you decided. It was mean. He begged you so nicely. A sob wrecked his throat. There it is.
He convulsed in a mixture of pleasure and desperation, hips snapping up to meet yours.
"Please, oh my God, Please!" It was like the only words left in his vocabulary were ones to beg for you. He sounded angelic.
You barely increased your speed, but Spencer went berserk over it. You brought a hand to his face, wiping away the tears and looking into his eyes.
"Such a good boy, so pretty. You're so good for me, Spencer," you babbled, losing your grip on the situation. He was hitting the right spot inside you over and over again.
You closed your eyes in pleasure, frantically sliding on his dick. "Fuck, Spencer," a breathy moan escaped you.
A newfound, frenzied whine reached your ears. You opened your eyes to look at Spencer, who seemed to calm at the eye contact. He wanted to watch you, make sure he was being good.
"M-more, Fu-more, Pl-please," Spencer stuttered. He could barely get the words out over the gag and pleasure soaring through his veins.
You obeyed, bringing your hands back to his hair and tugging harshly. You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, taking the tie out of his mouth. "You can touch me, now. Touch me, Spencer. Make me come. Make me come like a good boy."
Spencer groaned loudly at the words, hands immediately moving to your waist. His hips started moving uncontrollably, desperately chasing his release.
You tugged at his hair in warning. "I said make me come, baby. I didn't say you could."
His eyes widened, and he quickly moved his hands between your bodies, seeking eye contact to ask for permission. You nodded wildly, growing more desperate for your own release.
His fingers made quick work of finding your clit, rubbing ferociously. The sensation sent you reeling, moaning loudly in his ear. A particularly sharp thrust nearly made you scream, tightening your grip on his gorgeous locks. "Shit, Spencer! Fuck, so good. So fucking good, baby. So big inside of me."
You could feel Spencer was nearing his release again. This time, you had no intention to stop him, but he didn't know that. He was still frantically trying to tip you over the edge and succeeding. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, losing your grip on his hair and falling forward against his naked chest. Your hands found leverage on the couch, digging your nails in the leather as Spencer continued fucking up into you.
"Please, can I come? Please, let me come with you. 've been a good boy, right?" Spencer begged. His desperate whines sounded so good, incoherent mumbles of "Oh my God" and "Please" repeatedly falling off his lips.
"Yes, you can come for me, Spencer. Come with me. Make me come on your cock," you encouraged.
Spencer snapped, no longer caring if anybody heard him. His whines and moans were getting higher in pitch and shorter in frequency, mirroring your own.
"F-feel so good around me. So tight. So good. Gonna come, g- gonna," Spencer's hips stuttered, thick length throbbing as he pushed it deep inside one last time.
"Fuck, Spencer!"
"Oh my God, oh my God, f-fuck," Spencer was unusually vulgar as he coated your walls. You sat down on his cock for a minute, gathering your breath and wiping the tears and other fluids from Spencer's face.
You pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and smiled timidly at him. "Hi."
Spencer laughed a little and smiled back, breath still irregular. "Hi, yourself."
"You good? I didn't go too far? I'm sorry for springing that on you, Reid. I didn't mean to make you cry." You ran your hands over his chest.
"No! It was perfect. I loved it. T'was just really intense, you know?" He reassured you. "And please, we're past the last name basis now, don't you think?" You nodded and smiled, admiring his face for a second longer before carefully sliding yourself off him.
Spencer winced, incredibly sensitive. Your sadistic side bubbled to the surface, if only for a split second, and gave his overstimulated cock a couple of tugs. He trashed against your touch, loud, pained wails falling from his lips. You let him go, walking to the desk and grabbing a couple of tissues to clean yourself up.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," you smirked. Spencer's chest was heaving, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.
"I guess you do have your answer now. I still have my socks on."
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Name: Neo Bowser City (aka Koopa City in PAL regions)
Debut: Mario Kart 7
Do you ever think of all the weird locations we only ever see in Mario Kart games? Despite being the biggest of all of Mario's spin-off franchises, when you really get down to it, remarkably few Mario Kart courses are actually based on established Mario locations!
It's not none, there's the occasional Donut Plains and Tick-Tock Clock and Airship Fortress, but most of the courses are these weird one-off locations we never see outside the context of that specific racetrack.
But have you ever taken a moment to step back and like, think of the Lore Implications of some of these places?
Like okay! Bowser just owns this whole dang cyberpunk city and we only ever see it in the context of Kart Racing! How messed up is that?!
One day Mario and Friends were looking for new places to race, and Bowser must have said something like "Gwah-hah-hah! I bet you puny punks could NEVER beat me in a race in my cyberpunk metropolis!" and right then and there it was established that Bowser owns a cyberpunk metropolis. Neo Bowser City is a city that exists in the Super Mario World and aside from returning in other Mario Kart games, it hasn't been acknowledged before or since.
Neo Bowser City first appeared in Mario Kart 7, as the third course in the Star Cup. Despite its flashy visuals, it actually doesn't really have a whole lot going on. It's a difficult track with some tight turns made more difficult by the rain making things more slippery, but besides that it doesn't really have any of the Wacky Obstacles that define so many Mario Kart courses.
Then it returned in Mario Kart 8 looking more gorgeous than ever! The bright colors really pop out, and the whole track is just oozing with detail that really emphasizes the scale of this city!
But like, the emphasized scale really only further raises the question of where this exists in the Mario World. Clearly, the fact that Bowser is plastered all over the billboards and the fact it's named "Neo Bowser City" helps us deduce that this city probably belongs to Bowser. Is this located in Bowser's Kingdom? Just how big is Bowser's Kingdom? And why does he own so many separate castles?
Maybe Neo Bowser City exists in the future? Is this a bad timeline? I mean, Mario Kart is allowed to have time-travel shenanigans. There's a Splatoon battle arena and that exists thousands of years in the future so sure, dust off Mario's Time Machine and head to the bad future where Bowser wins. Should've pressed that New Super Mario Bros. big yellow P-Switch!
I asked my friend Mod Chikako for their input and their theory is that Neo Bowser City isn't the future of Mario's world, but of our world. Clearly Bowser just couldn't take Wreck-It-Ralph losing the Oscar vote!
But in that case I guess it's a cooler cyberpunk future than the one we're living in right now. Corporate monopolies that run mass-surveillance with little government intervention due to their extreme wealth giving them extensive political power? No thank you! Neo Bowser City has bright neon colors, and flying cars! If I'm going to live in a dystopia, I want it to be a fun one. The only advertisements I want to see plastered everywhere are ones advertising Bowser!
Boo! That's the bad guy! Thumbs down!
The course returns again in that pitiful mobile game with another redesign, this time letting us see his Coney Island Disco Palace off in the distance. Does Bowser live in his Neo City? Is this worldbuilding we've been missing out on for decades, finally answered by a kart racer? Is this the capital city of Bowser's Kingdom? Am I once again falling victim to my perpetual hubris of overthinking the Mario franchise?
Really, I can't offer too much in terms of wacky fan theories, because I'm still thinking about this location existing in the first place. I'd love to know the Lore and worldbuilding here, but I guess the nature of Mario's canon is that it doesn't need to be over-analyzed. Bowser simply owns a cyberpunk metropolis, we'll only ever see it in the context of kart racing, and maybe that's okay.
Of course, this post wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Dinohattan from the 1993 Super Mario Bros. Movie, which we've barely talked about on this blog somehow. You see, when the meteor hit, some of the dinosaurs escaped into a parallel timeline where they then evolved into humans, and then they built Dinohattan instead of Manhattan. Get it? Yeah, that movie is all sorts of bonkers. I wouldn't say it's very good, but I kinda love it. I'd recommend checking it out, if only to see a vastly different take on Mario than you'd be used to.
Anyway I bring this up because it's a completely separate instance of a version of Bowser building a large cyberpunk metropolis, and it actually predates Neo Bowser City! Do you think they could be connected? Are Dinohattan and Neo Bowser City one and the same...?
#neo bowser city#mario kart 7#weird mario locations#mario kart 8#mod hooligon#really mod chikako also helped contribute a few jokes to this post i gotta credit them#i've had this post sitting in the drafts for over a year and a half#no clue why i took so long to publish it it's basically been fully complete this whole time
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Double Trouble
Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Gojo Satoru x f!reader
Rating: SFW
Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-sorcery au
Content warning: fluff, suggestive, no smut, language.
Summary: Boyfriend!Satoru with a twin and they're exact copies of each other, down to their mannerism so they often switch places just to test how long it takes for you to figure out you're talking to the other one.
Author's Note: The one where he isn’t the only Honoured one. I hope you enjoy this one shot. Thank you for reading!
~ Eren’s Birdie
Song Dedication: Say Yes by Loco, Punch
Satoru Gojo was everything you could've asked for in a partner. He was kind, funny, intelligent, sexy, and had better emotional maturity than most men despite being somewhat of a nihilist in his own way – perfect was the word to describe him.
The only problem was that he was a bit too much to handle at times, or dare one say, a bit *too many, – meaning his mother gave birth to him and thought ‘he's perfect!’ so she popped another xerox copy 2 minutes later.
And thus were born Satoru and Soichiro, the most identical twins in the history of twins. The two not only shared the same face but had gained quite some notoriety among friends and family for sharing the same brain cell as well.
While you had no reason to complain about their flawless personalities, they'd taken a liking to mess with you each time they got together. One would think they'd go easy with the pranks if it's someone they love, right? Wrong! It meant the shit you had to endure was way worse than any other normal friend would have to.
On one such instance, Soichiro tagged along with Satoru after work and it wasn't until halfway through dinner that your instinct went off and you figured out it was the twin who was sitting next to you instead of your boyfriend as usual. Later that night, you'd warned Satoru about it, presenting a solid argument even he couldn't resist.
“You know I almost grabbed his thigh under the table tonight!”
“No, you didn't,” Satoru scoffed.
“Okay, maybe not. But it’s highly likely that I could've! Ummm… what if one day you return home and I greet you in some skimpy lingerie but instead of you, it’s your brother who sees me, all titties out???” You were grasping at straws really.
“Will you do that!?” His ears perked up.
“Not the point, Toru…”
“Hmm… okay fine, I won't let it get that far,” he assured you.
“But you'll still continue to tease me?” You huffed and he nodded his head, smiling innocently. You rolled your eyes at him, complaining about how he was the ‘worst’ while he simply gave you a bear hug and a few kisses to make it up to you.
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So, even after being with Satoru for more than a year, you still did not know how to distinguish between the two. The only people to do so in a split-second were his parents. You had once sat the twins down to compare their faces for any tiny details you might’ve missed but you came up short regardless.
You could only tell the difference by instinct, after having a conversation with them – maybe you were more delusional than you'd like to admit but to you, Satoru's voice held a lot of love each time he called your name.
In an attempt to distinguish the two, you thought you'd successfully managed to get Satoru to dye his hair black with temporary colour last time you went to their family house, only to find out Soichiro had done the same and was waiting for you, waving his arm at you in the driveway with a victorious grin.
So when you don't find the twin greeting you like a devil inviting you to hell this time, you turn to your boyfriend who's undoing his seatbelt.
“Listen to me, Satoru,” you grab his collar to turn him to look at you as you speak in a serious tone, “Please don't fuck with me this time. One of these days, I might really embarrass myself due to your games.”
“I'm betting on it baby,” he grins as he gives you a quick peck before swiftly making his way out of the car to avoid your scolding. You were going to stay at his parents’ country house for a weekend and you could already tell it was going to be a long weekend.
You sigh as you grab your bag and he opens the door for you before pulling the bag out of your hand and holding his hand out for you. It's impossible to be annoyed at Satoru for long when he pulls shit like this.
When you enter the house, Satoru excuses himself to find his father and you make your way to the backyard garden where you guess his mother might be. You smile to yourself when your guess is right.
“How can I help?” You smile, making his mother turn to look at you. She gently puts the shovel down next to the plants she's depotting.
“Hello dear, you've arrived just in time… would you mind bringing the remaining pots? They’re near the window in the reading room,” she instructs and you nod as you make your way back inside.
You walk the long corridor before you reach your destination, making your way to the window where the pots were placed. You lift two in each hand, holding them with care, trying not to drop them or stain your t-shirt.
“Need some help?” you hear a voice and turn around to see the other twin at the door. The only reason you can tell it's Soichiro is because he's wearing a grey t-shirt and black sweatpants as opposed to your boyfriend who was wearing a purple hoodie and coal grey pants.
“Hey Sochi, could you pick the last one?” You motion your head in the direction of the last pot, “Gotta move it to the garden.”
He nods before picking up the pot and walking with you, back to the backyard garden.
“Did you arrive before us? I didn't see your car in the driveway,” you make conversation along the way.
“My car's out for servicing. I arrived with the mothership yesterday when she was in town shopping,” he explains.
“Hmm…” you nod as you stop near the area where the soil has been rooted out of the ground, “here.”
You motion to him to keep the pot down and he obeys as he leans down to place them there gently. You're busy looking around to find Mrs. Gojo when you hear him speak, “Anything else, princes–”
Your eyes widen as your head snaps back to look at him.
“SATORU!” you gasp at the nickname that accidentally slips out of your boyfriend's name, making you realise it's not his twin.
“Soichiro! Leave my poor girl alone,” the other blondie walks out wearing the exact same clothes. You look between the two as you stare in disbelief, not being able to tell who's who.
You're about to speak when you hear their mom's voice as she moves closer to you, pressing an arm gently around your shoulder, “Satoru… I'd expect you of all people to be nice to her,” shaking her head at the twin standing next to you.
You were right! The twin next to you is Satoru!
“No, it's okay! The best way to deal with them is to avoid both of them the entire weekend,” you give your boyfriend the fakest smile you can muster up as you walk hand in hand with his mother to fulfil your gardening duties.
As it's the only exact identical matching outfit the twins have, they don't mind wearing it all weekend. As the day progresses, you find yourself working your brain full time to notice any difference you can find, but the guys are relentless to the point where even their sleeves are rolled to the exact same length.
And of course, the whole day is spent the way you’d dreaded and almost predicted it’d be like. Later when you’re out on the porch having coffee and watching the sunset with your boyfriend, you notice Satoru has an insect bite on the side of his wrist.
“Toru?” you question, wanting to make sure you have the right twin next to you.
“Hmm?” he peels his eyes away from the pretty sunset to look at you.
“Kiss me?” you ask softly.
“Wha– is this a test?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You know what, nevermind… I just felt like it cause this is the first time we’ve been alone all d–” your words are cut off by his lips capturing yours. You smile into the kiss as Satoru cups your face, caressing your cheek.
Satoru check completed! You make a mental note to observe his wrist for the mark each time you interact with the twins.
After dinner when everyone's lazing around in the living room and watching whatever reality tv show is playing in the background, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Roaming around, you end up in Satoru's old bedroom. It's endearing seeing how you can still find pieces of his current personality, likes, hobbies and interests in bits, plastered everywhere around his room.
You find yourself craving some alone time with your boyfriend all of a sudden so you pull your phone out to text him to come up to his room. You only have to wait a few minutes before you hear a knock on the door.
“It's open,” you say as you place the book that you were holding back on the shelf. With a big grin, you extend your arm out to him and he takes it.
“Hello, darling,” he says in a playful tone and your eyes briefly glance at his wrist. No mark. It's Soichiro. He pulls you into a hug and pats your head.
Fine. If your boyfriend still wants to mess with you even when you’re needy for him, he's gonna get his payback. You decide at that moment – this switcharoo bullshit stops today.
You smile innocently at Soichiro as you pull away, your hands travel up to his chest to push him back till he falls on the bed.
You hop on top of him to straddle him but are careful enough to not actually make any sort of inappropriate contact, hovering above without closing the gap between your bodies. You simply wanted to push him enough to get him uncomfortable and to confess.
You can see the nervousness on his face as he clears his throat to come up with an excuse to get out of this situation without making it awkward, “T-the door’s open, let me–”
“It’s just us Toru… I doubt anyone’s gonna bother coming up to find us anyway,” you purr as you lean your body forward, placing your palms on the sides of his head to support your weight. You start feeling anxious too, you need him to break soon or you’d have to abandon the act, so you persist and whisper in his ear, “You look so sexy, I’ve been wanting to feel you inside me all day, Satoru.”
You cringe internally at your own words. But in that moment, you can see his face get paler than it usually is and you want to laugh at how nervous he looks when he hits his limit at your lewd comments.
“Wait, I’m no–” Soichiro pushes you by the shoulders as he begins in panic, another voice interrupts, pushing the half-open door forcefully, “Baby, wait!”
You feel a large arm hook around your waist to pull you away. As you stumble to your feet, breaking free from his hold, you turn around to see an annoyed Satoru, knitting his eyebrows as he looks at you. He looks more annoyed at himself than at you.
“Satoru?” you question as you bring up a hand to his cheek.
“Yes, baby?” he asks in that loving tone you’re so used to as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter.
You smile as you caress his cheek, trying hard to hold in your laughter, “What… A… Dumbass!”
You burst out laughing as you break free from his embrace and he stares at you in disbelief. You look from him to Soichiro, who’s already stood up from the bed as you hold your stomach, hurting from laughing so much, “That should teach you both!”
“Well then, I’m gonna go watch tv with the only two sensible people in this house,” you wave the baffled twins goodbye and turn around to leave the room. The very next second, you’re taken by surprise when you feel a hand grab your wrist to keep you from moving.
You turn around to see that your boyfriend seems… mad at you?
“Sochi, do you mind? I wanna talk to her alone,” Satoru motions his brother to leave the room.
“Yikes, just keep it quiet,” the twin chuckles in embarrassment as he walks out hastily. You hear the door close behind you before footsteps recede down the hallway.
You look at Satoru, expecting him to speak up. But your boyfriend simply grabs both of your wrists before twisting them behind your back and closes the distance between your bodies.
“Waitttt… is this Toru or Sochi? It is impossible to tell!” your words are dry and sarcastic as you giggle at him.
“Baby, I don’t think you’re in a position to be laughing at me right now,” he towers over you, his grip on your waists tightening.
“But here we are! I told you not to mess with me,” you chuckle as you try to wriggle your wrists out of his grip.
“And I’ve warned you not to press my buttons… or do I need to remind you again?” he grunts as he flips you around, walking you to the bed till your knees hit the edge of the bed, making you stumble on the mattress with him behind you. He brings a hand to the back of your head to press your face down into the mattress and you take this opportunity to try to hold him. He tsks at your movement before moving away from your completely.
You flip your body around to lie on your back and see what’s going on, only to find him rummaging through his closet. When Satoru turns around to walk back towards the bed, you notice two ties in his hands.
This isn’t how you’d expected your little prank to turn out but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, just as Satoru straddles you, grabbing your wrists, his phone buzzes in his pocket.
“What?” he groans into the speaker.
“Mum’s calling you both downstairs,” you hear Soichiro’s voice on the other end.
You press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing as Satoru groans once again before cutting the call with a ‘be right there’.
“I think god sent a guardian angel disguised as your mom for me,” you chuckle as you sit up, making your way out from under him.
“You’re lucky,” Satoru grabs your jaw, “but don’t get ahead of yourself, guardian angel can't save you past her bedtime.”
You poke your tongue out to tease him, breaking free and springing out of the bed, mumbling a ‘whatever’, walking out towards the living room.
As you make your way back down the hall, you hear your boyfriend’s footsteps behind you. You smile to yourself as you begin to brew different ideas of riling him up further throughout the night.
~fin~
#jjk x you#erensbirdie#jjk x reader#jujutsukaisen x reader#jjk#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo x reader#gojo smut#jujutsu gojo
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Better Than a Street Whore
CW: NSFW, Shigaraki x Y/N, bottom Shigaraki, he threatens to kill Y/N a lot, begging, overstimulation, lots of kissing, half-assed written aftercare, Y/N switches between degrading his dick and prasing him for being good, I wrote this within 2 hours, forgive me, it was out of boredom promise
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Shigaraki stood in front of Y/N. Why did she need to be there? She was hired by All For One, but she didn't do anything. Just sat around on her phone all day.
Despite her lack of work, All For One demanded she be there, and he was not allowed to kill her. Damnit.
"Can you leave," He asked, annoyed with the sound of her nails clacking on her phone screen.
"Nah," Y/N didn't even look at him, still typing. "Big man wants me here. I gotta be here."
"Why," Shigaraki scoffed.
"I dunno," She shrugged. "Ask him, he's your master or whatever."
"I-"
"And what is up with that," Y/N rolled her eyes. "Master used outside of the bathroom? Weird."
He blinked. What was she talking about? What did she mean, outside of the bedroom?
"Don't tell me you're confused," She finally looked up from her phone, to look at him amused. "Not bitch boy being a virgin."
Not allowed to kill her. He was allowed to hurt her.
She dodged the glass that flew towards her head with a yelp, and she grabbed her phone before she could drop it.
"I'm not a virgin," He yelled over the glsss shattering.
"Jesus," She mumbled. "It was just a goddamn joke. The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Real fucking funny," He rolled his eyes.
"So," She asked, standing up fully. "Who'd you lose your virginity to?"
His eyes widened. "None of your goddamn business!"
He wanted to dust her when she approached, but no, he wasn't allowed to.
"I bet you used that nomu," She pouted, ignoring his rage filled look. "You needed to feel in control for once so you took something you could order around with no consequence."
"I- I absolutely-"
"Or," She smirked, running a hand on his tense stomach. "You had it fuck you until you couldn't breath, just to get out of your mind for a bit. I could only imagine the cock one those things-"
Shigaraki smacked her hands when she started estimating the... girth of a potential nomu penis. "They don't even have a penis!"
"Oh," Y/N looked to him. "Still big fingers. One is around the size over a bigger than average human dick. I get you could take multiple though-"
"I'm going to murder you," She yelped with a laugh as he reached for her, and she ran.
"No killing me," She squealed as he threw her on the couch. "It's not allowed! Your master wouldn't like it!"
He groaned. Of course he told her about the rule. "Just- Leave. Get out."
"I can't," She shrugged, relaxing back. "Not for a few weeks."
He walked away, but like a fucking dog, she followed with a giggle. "So? Did you fuck the nomus?"
"No," He yelled.
"You can tell me," She pouted. "I'll share one of my fucked up sex stories if you tell me yours."
"No," He scoffed.
"Virgin," She accused.
"Shut up," He grabbed another cup but she was taking it from him before he could chuck it at her.
"Are you a virgin," This time, her tone of genuine. "No laughing, promise."
He blinked, confused on why she cared... Fuck it. Maybe it'll get her to back off.
"No," He answered honestly. "And it wasn't a nomu, you sick freak."
She shrugged. "So who was it?"
Shigaraki moved uncomfortably, shrugging. "I don't remember her name. Just a hook up from awhile ago."
"So it didn't mean anything," She looked judgey. "Have you had any meaningful sex?"
He scoffed. "I lead a very large group of murderous villains. What makes you think I have time for feelings?"
She shrugged, and he jumped at her grabbing his hand. She held it up by the palm, then traced his fingers once she turn it upright.
"Are you trying to kill yourself," He mumbled, watching her fingers trace his calloused hand.
"This is not nearly a suicide attempt," She chuckled. "How do you have sex with absolutely no feeling behind it? I never understood the hype around that."
He gulped as her hand continued up his arm. "I- I don't know. It's just how it is."
She hummed, a hand going to his chest. "You're not pushing me away."
She was right. He wasn't.
"I don't have meaningful sex," He tried to tell her, both of her hands now on him. "I don't let feelings get involved."
"That's not exactly what meaningful sex means," She mumbled, pulling his shirt up suddenly. "At least not to me."
He helped pull the shirt off. God, it was hot in there. She shoved him against the bar, hands holding his waist. He was awfully skinny, so she grabbed quite a bit of him just like that.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," She whispered, going to his neck. "Gonna let me? Let me make you feel amazing."
He huffed, staring at her body, that was pressed up against his. He gasped at the bite on his neck. "Fuck- Yes. Yes Y/N."
She grinned, bringing a hand up to wrap in his hair. She held him in place while she kissed him, roughly. He groaned, gripping the counter behind him.
"You're hot," She grinned, hands swiping over his ribs. "Lead me to your room."
Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to have sex with a woman he finds insanely annoying?
He didn't need to answer that, because the way he pulled her to his bedroom was answer enough.
Y/N pulled him back into a rough kiss the second the door was closed, pushing him against it.
"Now, listen up," She grabbed his face, holding it in place so he stayed looking at her. "I want you touching me, so go put on those silly gloves you have."
Shigaraki huffed, but listened. He moved to his nightstand and grabbed them, slipping them on easily. Once on, Y/N was back in him, kissing him, hands wandering.
He leaned down after a few moments, and picked her up to wrap her legs around his waist. "Okay?"
"Yeah, it's okay," Y/N confirmed with a small smile. She removed her arms around him to pull her shirt off... God, he better not drop her. She would be pissed.
In his defense, he seemed to be somewhat strong. At least enough to hold her.
Once the shirt was off, she proceeded to kiss down his neck. "Lay down on the bed, Shigaraki. Sit me right on you."
Shigaraki wasn't sure he had it in him to refuse. Not with the way her sweet voice sounded, so close to his ear, the way her hand tangled in his hair, the other running down his chest again.
So he sat on the bed, making sure Y/N's legs weren't trapped under him before he laid back. He didn't even think over how good Y/N would look straddling him.
Y/N smiled when she noticed Shigaraki's eyes wandering. "Like what you see?"
"It's decent," Shigaraki huffed.
Y/N pouted at that. "We both know that's a lie. I can tell by the way your face is already burning, you think much different."
Shigaraki gulped, looking up to Y/N. "I don't-"
"I also feel your hard on," Y/N chuckled, putting her hands on either side of his head. "Why not just tell me how you feel? You might get something in return."
He stared at her. "Like?"
"You're a smart man, Shigaraki. Look at our position and take a guess about what I'll do to you," She chuckled. "So? Go on."
He looked her in the eye. "You're fucking infuriating."
"Ouch," She put a hand on her heart. "Keep going."
"You're... attractive, I guess," He cleared his throat, refusing to let his voice crack right now.
"Attractive? Care to elaborate?"
God fuck, this woman.
"I hate you," He groaned, feeling a hand move to the waistband of his pants.
"I'll leave you all hard if you don't start doing what I ask," Y/N's voice was lower now, as if she wss threatening him.
He didn't care though. He could get himself off. He didn't need Y/N to make him come, even if he would probably regret it later... What would Y/N do?
Would she suck him off? Or would they just start having sex? He would enjoy either way but-
He gasped at the hand that grabbed his face, forcing him to look to Y/N. "I'm sitting right here, about to give you the best orgasm of your pathetic life and you're ignoring me?"
"No- I wasn't ignoring you," He went onto explain. But it was hard to explain the way his thoughts got caught up. It didn't matter though, because he remembered what she wanted.
"You're so hot," He huffed, grabbing the wrist of the hand that still held his face. "You're... Pretty too."
Y/N knew the word "pretty" wasn't ever in his vocabulary, but it did sound good coming out of his mouth, in that shaky voice.
"Pretty huh," She grinned, kissing him and finally letting go of his face. "You're pretty yourself, handsome."
He gulped at the compliment. He wasn't sure he liked the compliment, it sounded unrealistic. Him? Pretty? Handsome?
He wasn't given a lot of time to think it over, not with Y/N moving between his legs and pulling his sweatpants snd boxers off in one swipe.
"Y/N," He huffed, feeling her kiss the inside of his thighs. Why was she so bold? Why was she so close?
She kept kissing him, feeling his breathing picking up the closer she got to his dick. She really wanted to see him come, and she wanted it to be the best he's ever had.
Not that would be that hard. She's not the most experienced person in the world but compared to some random woman on the street? Odds are she was way better.
After a few moments, she reached down to her shirt pocket. Sweet, she still had a few condoms left.
"You know, I do think you're very attractive," Y/N spoke up, opening the condom. "I'm sure a lot of the fucked up women on the street want to have some fun with you. Probably even some men."
Shigaraki huffed. What do you say in response to that? Thanks?
"That being said, I think you're a little of a whore and always accept when someone asks to fuck you," Y/N's words made him tense.
"I am not-"
"What I'm getting at," Y/N interrupted him. "Is that I have a hard time believing you don't have some sort of STI. God knows what the people around here have. Especially Dabi."
Shigaraki scoffed. "I don't have an STI."
"Yeah? And who tested you, and when," Y/N raided an eyebrow. "I'm already lowering my standards to give you a decent orgasm, one better than those street sluts can give you, don't get picky now."
Shigaraki gulped as she slid the condom on him. "So what? You think I have a STI and you're still going to have sex with me?"
Y/N grinned. "Oh I'm not fucking you until you get tested. I'm just gonna get you off, and you're gonna get me off. But I'm sure I'll have to teach you, I doubt you know how to properly please a woman."
He glared at her. "Why are you suddenly being a bitch?"
She raised an eyebrow. "So you do know how to make a woman come? And you know, not one of those fake ones. I promise, I won't fake it."
He didn't even know what to say. What do you say to anything she's saying? She was nuts!
He groaned when her hand grabbed his dick, which was now completely covered by the condom. "If you're not gonna fuck me, what's with the condom?"
"You don't have running water here," Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Your dick is probably gross. Again, you seem like a great fuck, but I'm lowering my standards for you. They are practically rock bottom right now."
Shigaraki glared at her harder. "I could kill you at any moment."
"You're right," She smiled softly, starting to jack him off at a gentle pace. "You could. But you're not going to. You like me calling you gross. You're practically whimpering just because my hand is wrapped around your filthy cock. It twitches whenever I insult you. You fucking love this, being under me, just taking my insults."
Shigaraki groaned when she squeezed his cock suddenly, and very hard. He felt like he was close, all her dumb (and very untrue...) words were getting to him.
"Y/N," He gasped, trying to get her hand off of him.
"Beg," She grinned wildly. "Beg me to make you come, tell me how much you love me degrading your filthy cock. Do it."
He whimpered, grabbing her wrist. God, her grip was fucking tough.
"Please," He whispered.
"Hm?"
"Please," He yelled out, holding her arm. "Fuck- Please Y/N, make me come. Degrade me, do whatever, just please, make me come."
...he was pathetic. What was wrong with him?
Y/N hummed, loosening her hand. "Keep going."
"Fuck," He breathed out at the relief. "Please Y/N, god fuck, I need it. I'm so close, please."
He might kill himself later, honestly.
She chuckled, and moved her hand, just enough to get him to come. "I've heard better. But I guess I can't expect too much from you."
Shigaraki moaned, stomach tensing. "Y/N- Oh god."
"C'mon," Y/N grinned, hand moving quicker. "You can come, Tomura. You're doing so good, keep going."
Her suddenly, sickeningly sweet words made his heart tighten, and he eyes roll back. "Fuck- Y/N- please."
She leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in her mouth, a hand going up to her back. He needed something to hold.
Y/N hissed as his free fingers caught on her skin, but just moved her hand quicker. And it worked, because he was moaning aloud again, as he came, filling the condom.
He whimpered when her hand didn't stop, and moved the hand on her back to her hip to grab more. "Y/N, please, I came already."
"It wasn't good enough," Y/N kissed just under his ear. "I wanna see you crying. I wanna hear you yell my name, I need you begging me to stop because you can't handle how good it feels."
Shigaraki let out a sob, her hand not letting up the quick pace at all. "Y/N- Its too much, please."
"You're doing so good," She whispered, and kissed his jaw. "You're taking it so good, you're being so good for me. You can take another one, I know you can."
He nodded slowly, barely aware of the fact he was drooling. He laid his head back as she kissed him. She was so sweet now. What changed? Did he do something to make her want to be nice all of the sudden?
"Y/N," He moaned quietly against her lips. "Please- I don't think I can-"
"You can," She whispered again, sending a weird feeling through Shigaraki. "You're doing so good already. I know you can be even better."
He felt another sob rip through his chest. "Be mean again- Stop."
She hummed, kissing him. "Why would I be mean when you're being such a good boy? You deserve to be treated nicely after listening,to me so well."
He moaned as her hand twisted around the head of his cock, spreading the come throughout the condom. "I'm- I'm close again- Y/N, god."
"Good boy," She hummed. "C'mon, be a good boy and come for me."
He sobbed and he felt his orgasm build up again. It was a lot, almost overwhelming. "It's- I'm coming- Y/N," He moaned shakily as he came, feeling tears fall as her hand helped him through it.
"Good job," She whispered, stopping her hand. "Such a good job."
He took a deep breath, but it only came out uneven and shaky. He yelped when her hand tightened and moved down the length of his cock slowly.
"Y/N, please," He sobbed, hands shaking, and hips pulling away.
She laughed, pulling her hand away. "Now tell me... Was that better or worse compared to those street whores?"
"Better," He sobbed again, her legs just barely brushing up again his cock. "So much better- Fuck!"
She couldn't stop grinning. But she decided to have some mercy, and stop touching his dick until he calmed down. For now, she just held him, arms wrapping around him.
She sighed at the sob and his arms wrapping around her back, tears wetting her shoulder. "You did such a good job, Tomura. Go ahead and rest."
Why was he still crying? It was done, they were done. But her consistent praise wasn't helping.
"Take a deep breath, Tomura. You did so good, you're done," She kissed his neck. "C'mon, take a deep breath now."
He was way past the point of feeling silly, so he just listened to her, taking a deep breath. He noticed something wet on his hand so he looked to where it restrd on Y/N back.
"I'm sorry," He breathed out, noticing he definitely made her bleed with scratches... It was hard to go out and get nail clippers, okay? Fuck off.
Y/N found the apology comical. He threatened to kill her multiple times and now he was apologizing for a scratch. She made the decision to lot laugh though.
"It's okay," She smiled softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?"
He shook his head. "No- I need to make you-"
"It's okay, Tomura," She sat up, out of his arms. "It's alright. You're tired, you need to rest. And I'm going to clean you up."
He nodded, wiping the tears from his face.
It took a few minutes for the embarrassment to set in. It seemed the moment Y/N was cleaning his come covered dick was the moment he lost his humanity, and was officially a disgrace of a villain.
"Oh stop," Y/N scoffed as he tried to pull away. "So dramatic, its just your own dick."
He huffed, face red. "I'm good- Please leave."
"Uh huh," She finally stopped, throwing the towel next to the bed. "Get your eyes off my tits, perv."
"Put your shirt back on," He argued back.
She shrugged, and grabbed her shirt. "I'll be downstairs," He watched her get up and walk out his bedroom. "You owe me an orgasm!"
#mha smut#x reader#x y/n#dom y/n#dom reader#sub Shigaraki#bottom shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#tomura Shigaraki x y/n#top reader#dom reader x Shigaraki
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don't write me off just yet
pairing: john shelby x reader (requested by: anon)
summary: based on the quote "and no, I know, based on my track record, I might not seem like the safest bet. All I'm asking you is don't write me off just yet." - Musics & Lyrics
words: 0.6k
a/n: and we're making our way through this list! honestly, I really like how this one turned out and I hope you do too! I miss writing for John so this was a lot of fun!
oOoOo
Every day, for the past two weeks, without fail, John Shelby came strolling into your shop, armed with only a cocky grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. And each day, you knew what line would roll off his lips the minute his eyes landed on your figure.
"y/n, love!" John greeted. "What are you doing this evening?"
Looking up from the display case you were organizing, you rolled your eyes at the persistent Shelby in front of you. "Not going out with, John Shelby, that's for sure." you quipped.
"And why not, love?" he questioned, leaning against the counter, chin in his hand.
"You come in here every day and ask the same question and I give the same response. When are you going to give up?" you asked, seamlessly avoiding John's original question.
His boyish grin returned as he slapped the counter happily, walking backwards towards the door. "Never, y/n y/l/n. Not until you agree to go out with me." he declared, leaving you to shake your head, alone once more.
Later that evening, you had decided to join your friends at the Garrison, knowing full well that John would most likely also be in attendance. Despite that, you made the resolution to enjoy a night out and not worry about work or any other distractions in your life. Unfortunately for you, your friends had other ideas.
"Aw, why won't you give John a chance? You know he's sweet on you." your friend whined.
"Me and about every other woman in Small Heath. I can't just be another notch on his belt." you confessed, eyes hardening in determination. "I won't be."
She looked at you sympathetically, handed you another drink, and dropped the conversation. Little did you know a certain Shelby overheard your conversation. John continued to sip on his whiskey, quietly contemplating his approach.
oOoOo
Nearly a week went by, and you had yet to see John Shelby stroll through your shop doors. Though the peace and quiet is what you had desired, you couldn't help the disappointment that flood your system. Perhaps he truly had moved on.
Shaking any thoughts of John Shelby from your mind, you busied yourself by tidying up the back corner of your store. So engrossed in your own thoughts, you nearly missed the jingle of the bell singling the arrival of a new customer.
"Be with you in just a moment." you called out, but when you turned around you were shocked. "John!" you exclaimed, not expecting to see the man in your shop, let alone looking so sheepish.
"y/n, I don't want you to think that you're just another notch or a conquest to me." he began, and you immediately knew he overheard your conversation at the Garrison the other night. "You absolutely stunning, love and I want to take you out, be a proper gentleman an all that." he explained, pulling out a bouquet of flowers behind his back and presenting them to you.
Gasping softly, you stepped forward to accept the gift. "They're beautiful, John." you spoke, knowing how big of a deal this was for him. There was something in his soft lilt and demeanor that was like a switch in you. Maybe there really could be something there.
"I know based on my track record, I might not seem like the safest bet. All I'm asking you is don't write me off just yet." he pleaded, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.
"I think there's something you want to ask me then, John." you teased, and John's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning.
"y/n, love. What are you doing this evening?"
Unable to suppress your smile, you looked straight into John's eyes. "Looks like I'm going on a date with you, John Shelby."
#john shelby x reader#john shelby imagine#peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders imagine#rita writes
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Black Light
Wednesday x Parasite!Reader
Part One | Part Two |
"What'd you get?"
"Pilgrim World! Bet! You?"
"Weathervane! Free coffee all day, yo!"
You flick open your envelope to see where you were going to be for the 'honored' Outreach Day. It seems like most people were getting placed into Pilgrim World. Aaaaand you were also one of them. A heavy sigh escapes as you shove the paper into your pocket.
Normies would avoid you out of fear because of your outcast status. Outcasts avoid you out of fear of your known powers. Even then, outside of your chosen few, you didn't bother putting yourself out there. Outreach Day was a farce in your opinion and it masks underlying issues. But, whatever helps morale, you guess.
Feeling a presence, you turn to see both Enid and Wednesday appear by your side. Though the wolf flinches slightly at your attention, she gives you a smile.
"What'd you get, Y/N?" She asks. You could tell her enthusiasm masking her fear of you, but it felt nice to know she was trying.
"Pilgrim World. How 'bout you two?"
"Samesies," Enid replies almost immediately. "I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." You just nod. She was definitely the complete opposite of you. You turn to Wednesday next, awaiting her answer.
"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is."
"Ew. It's a weird, creepy antique store." When Enid feels both yours and Wednesday's eyes boring into her, she backtracks slightly.
"You'll love it though." You just roll your eyes in reply.
"I'd rather be at Uriah's than at Pilgrim World. Less people to stare at me."
"Maybe you'll get better with your social skills." Enid quips, only to squeak and stride away due to your glare.
"She's lucky she's cute..." You grumble. Wednesday raises an eyebrow at the statement.
"Didn't expect loud blondes to be your type, Y/N." You snort in response.
"Hardly but I'm not blind. People like her and Bianca are conventionally attractive," you start. "Just not my type. Not like I'm swimming in options. Not many want a monster as a partner."
A soft scoff sounds from Wednesday. "Not many have any semblance of taste."
You don't get a chance to ruminate on the words as Weems makes her appearance then, her attention on the small goth.
"Wednesday. Don't worry about your cello. I'll have it brought to the town square this afternoon."
The girl eyes the tall woman with suspicion. "My cello?"
The principal explains that she volunteered Wednesday to join the Jericho High marching band after she heard the goth play the other night. As she walks away with a near smug look on her face, Wednesday turns to you.
"Promise you'll hang me as a witch afterwards," she deadpans.
"Good thing I perfected my noose technique."
Wednesday couldn't help but smirk.
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You're lingering behind the group of outcasts making their way to Pilgrim World. You weren't looking forward to being in those stupid costumes and having to deal with the myriad of tourists flooding the park. The gaggle of students partaking in the photo areas were already grating on your nerves and you're sure that being crushed like Giles Corey would be more pleasant than this torture.
"Why anyone would come here is a mystery..." You mutter. A sudden voice from your side surprises you.
"Pretty sure it's only for the fudge."
Wednesday's appearance confuses you. A few stunned blinks pulls you from the surprise, but only just.
"What are you doing here?"
"Switched with Enid so I could find out more about this Joseph Crackstone. He seems to be a clue into my investigations." A groan from your throat makes the girl furrow her brows.
"Why Enid though?" You whine pathetically. "I would've switched in a heartbeat to be free of all of this." You point to the raving pilgrim talking about witch trials as if to prove your point. Wednesday only shakes her head.
"The thought did cross my mind, but I figure you'll be more useful to me here," she states. "Whether I'd like to admit it or not."
You let out a resigned sigh while inwardly preeninh at the compliment. "At least I won't suffer alone..."
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Being on the PW Outreach team was made more tolerable with the fact that Wednesday had done things to undermine the weird theme park. Being near the girl made you want to kill less. That's why you now found yourself outside of the closed meeting house alongside her and Eugene, having rescued him from a few normie bullies.
"And what are we looking to find here, Wednesday?" you ask while keeping an eye out. You were no stranger to sneaking around. The goth just rolled her eyes in reply.
"There has to be a clue about who Crackstone is here. I'll find it and be ever closer to finding out why he and I are entwined." She then turns to you with a sharp look. "Come now. We haven't all day. Locks don't pick themselves."
The things you do for this girl. With a exasperated huff, you step towards the meeting house door and place your hand by the lock. A few tendrils pop from your arm and make their way into the opening. After a few seconds, you all hear a soft click and the door opens.
"You'd think they'd install a better lock at least." You flex your fingers as if you had shoved them in the keyhole. "What would you have used if I wasn't here?"
"Eugene's retainer."
Both you and Eugene just stare at Wednesday in disbelief. There's a moment before she shoves you aside and steps into the building.
"Keep watch. If that Mistress Arlene shows her face, deny everything."
"I'm not good at lying..." mutters Eugene. You just pat him on the shoulder.
"Just let me do the talking."
Talking didn't help as the woman bulldozed her way through a moment later, dragging both you and Eugene by the ears as she confronts Wednesday. It was obvious that the woman had dealt with hooligans before, whether during this job or her previous one. At the very least, you learned some things about this place. Mainly that it was fake and the original meeting house was elsewhere. That and the book Wednesday was looking for had gone missing. At least now her investigation would take place away from this place. But that's for another time. You had to deal with fudge churning duties now.
Joy.
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As soon as you could, you ripped the damned frock uniform off your body and donned your school uniform and hoodie. The sheer relief to have your normal clothing on almost made you sag into the nearest chair. You had used your powers to churn as much fudge as you were assigned and took the first moment to make your exit. You didn't know where Wednesday was, but you definitely need coffee. Pulling your hood up, you make your way to the Weathervane.
Whether it was coincidence or fate, you find Wednesday at the coffee shop, speaking to Xavier.
"I thought you were suppose to be at Pilgrim World?" he asks.
"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact."
"Leaving me to churn all that fudge on my own, mind you." you said, making your presence known. Wednesday just turns to you and shrugs.
"You had Eugene to assist."
"And you think he was any actual help?"
The two of you stare at each other, both with an eyebrow raised. A silent debate happening between you two until Xavier interrupts.
"Uh, you two want coffee? It's one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment..."
"I'm actually here for Tyler."
Both you and Xavier slump at the mention of the boy awkwardly standing away from you three, watching yet not wanting to intrude.
"I told you he was bad news," the psychic retorts. You couldn't help but agree, though for you it was more of a gut feeling than anything.
"Who I speak to is my business."
Wednesday's words had a tone of finality in it causing Xavier to just let out a sigh and ring the bell that was next to him. Tyler meanders up cautiously.
"You rang?"
With that, you check out of the conversation. Finding a seat nearby, you wait for any indication that Wednesday was leaving. Snippets of voices registered in your brain, but none was important enough for you to really react to. At least not until Tyler attempts to offer his help.
"Look, the ruins are kind of tricky to find," he starts. "I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00."
Before you could even pipe up and offer a retort, Wednesday beats you to it.
"Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication." You could see the girl grimace at the thought of the event. "And as enticing as it sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile."
"For now..." you murmur, only to have the goth backhand you in retaliation.
"If you're going to pester me you better make yourself useful. Come."
Wednesday immediately stands and exits the café. You could only glance at the two boys before scurrying after her.
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When you followed Wednesday to the meeting house ruins, you weren't expecting to sit in the rain, waiting for the girl to wake up. You and Thing were impatiently waiting for her to wake up after she keeled over after attempting to leave. You had an umbrella made to keep all of you dry.
"If she doesn't wake up soon, I'm just gonna carry her back to campus."
Thing taps in response.
"I carried her to this spot. It shouldn't be any different."
More taps.
"Yeah, yeah, I know this is the general vicinity but we've been here for like half an hour."
As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Wednesday shoots up with a gasp.
"Thing! Y/N! I saw her! The girl from my vision." She leans into your arms, woozy from sitting up too quickly, but her eyes are still focused. "Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago."
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It was really hard not to hate Wednesday's potential suitors. The normie was trying too hard and Xavier was too condescending. How he didn't believe two personal accounts was absurd. Even more absurd than the statue unveiling event you were stuck in right now.
At least you know it was going to get lit. Literally.
You wait through speeches, eyes almost glazed over from utter boredom. The sudden swell of music jerks you into attention and your eyes immediately find Wednesday. With the barest of nods, you get your cue.
Tendrils emerge from your body and creep through the bleachers. Within its grasp, a small fuse makes its way towards the fountain. Hidden away from the view of the spectators, gas-soaked fabric hanging from a pool of gasoline in the fountain stuck out. You attach the fuse and pull back your tendrils. Once you pull away, you hear the strike of a match and a faint sizzle hidden by the band.
Oh this is going to be good.
Your eyes meet Wednesday's as Crackstone's statue bursts into flames and chaos erupts around you. The cellist changes the tune she was playing, allowing the music to reflect the terror around her. Your wide grin almost makes her smile wider.
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yan chat being delusional as well
note - a little adjacent part to the yan streamer, much shorter
warnings - yandere stream chat, mod reader, simps, gn reader
word count - 527
Getting back on and modding for Streamer wasn't as mortifying as you expected. It was like everything was the same as always. He logged on, set up his latest game and played away as you scanned the chat for any assholes.
However, you did have to admit that there was something different about the chat on this particular day. As soon as you took a closer look the reason was pretty clear.
Aside from streamer, who seemed to always gush over you playfully when he had a spare moment, there were a few select chatters that always seemed to fill in the gaps for him. By that you mean they spent almost all of their time redeeming rewards and talking directly to you.
Some days it was nice, especially when you were really feeling down, but today it was becoming more and more annoying. Almost every second message came from one of your 'adoring' fans. When you first started to mod for Streamer you'd notice the same three or four chatters talking to him the most. His loyal fans. The second that Streamer had started to get closer to you they started to get closer to you.
It also didn't help that they ran Streamer's discord group.
You could already see them in the chat saying hello to Streamer, after they found that he was busy trying to pass the level they switched their attention to you.
"Hello Sugar!"
"Sugarrrr you haven't answered my dm yet"
"hey im unbanned sugar step on me"
You pursed your lips, these three were the main perpetrators and once they got started they usually dragged the whole chat into their antics. True to nature the chat filled with greetings and emojis, including the ones that Streamer had customised for you.
"Oh yeah, guess what everyone. I found out a little secret about our favourite mod." Streamer trilled as he cheekily grinned into his webcam. You flinched, you knew he wouldn't leak your location but it was still nerve-racking. You were kinda friends with him but he owed you nothing. Instantly the chat burst into action as it whizzed by faster and faster.
After deleting some of the more... disgusting messages (seriously how do people know your sexual orientation from a simple username...) you noticed that the three usual perpetrators were being uncharacteristically quiet.
Streamer seemed to look towards another one of his screens and smiled before swapping back to looking at chat. A worried huff left your mouth but you continued to scan the sentences pouring into the chatbox.
"That's right everyone, I know what Sugar looks like." He winked and for a moment he wasn't someone you worked with but rather someone who looked boyishly attractive. You shook yourself out of it as the chat exploded in teasing remarks and bitter sentiments. You had no idea they felt that strongly about you.
"no fair"
"come on then share the deets"
"bet you're lying lol"
"i would literally pay millions to see sugar"
"lol, he's lying."
"You can believe what you want, it makes no difference to me. I'm fine keeping Sugar's identity to myself." He grinned at the camera, acting as if he was talking to you specifically.
Still, you couldn't get the feeling out of your mind that something was happening in the background. Where did the three main chatters go...
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The best news for us Mario fans ✨
We had the BEST news today 🥹👏❤
I literally did NOT expect whatsoever to get news of the sequel to the Super Mario Bros Movie today. Like, it was obvious there was going to be a sequel after that post-credit scene, but them actually confirming they were already working on it! Such a big surprise! 🤩🤩🤩 Totally unexpected but oh my God it made me so HAPPY!!! 😭😭😭 I swear I started to tear up and get emotional, there's still two years to go but that only means it's going to be made with just as much love and care like the first movie 🥹🥹🥹
And the remakes!!! 😭😭😭
Okay. This game. THIS GAME. This is my favorite Paper Mario game EVER. It means the world to me. It was the one that made me fall in love with this series so many years ago. You bet I started CRYING when it was announced last year. I simply couldn't stop sobbing at the news that it was gonna have a remake for the switch 🥹🥹🥹
I did think perhaps they'd announce its release date today, but I didn't expect it to be so soon! 🤩🤩🤩 I honestly thought we'd still have to wait till September, but oh my God, this MASTERPIECE is only two months away and I just can't stop SCREAMING and CLAPPING and CRYING 😭😭😭
And my boy Luigi is coming back this summer AAAAHHH I just can't WAIT to play with him again 😭😭😭 I ADORE Luigi and I LOVE the Luigi's Mansion series SO MUCH, the idea of exploring a haunted place with my favorite character EVER simply fills me with so much joy and emotion 🥹🥹🥹 I miss so much doing it!!! Knowing that we'll only have to wait till the beginning of summer to finally replay this AWESOME game really has me JUMPING out of joy 😭😭😭
And also!!! 🤩🤩🤩 These games coming to NSO in just a couple of days!!! 👏👏👏 Man I just LOVE Doctor Mario, it's so much fun! And Mario Tennis!!! 🤩🤩🤩 Oh my, this was my very first Mario Tennis game back in the 90s (yeah, I'm old 😆), and I was sooo good at it!!! 🤩🤩🤩 It was the game that made me understand how tennis works and how to play it, and it also made me wanna try every new tennis game that fell into my hands over the years! 🤭 And the music is so ICONIC, I swear every time I've played other Mario Tennis games, this music came to my mind whenever I was about to win a game 😂 I just can't wait to play it again!!! 🤩👏✨
I know I cry a lot over anything related to Super Mario, but on the one hand, I'm a totally emotional mess, I'm prone to easily crying for literally any reason, good or bad, and on the other hand, this franchise means the whole world to me and only brings me more and more happiness so of course all these news have me crying 🥹🥹🥹
#super mario bros#the super mario bros movie#NEW MARIO MOVIE COMING APRIL 2026#I AM SCREAMING#new mario movie#mar10 day#paper mario#paper mario the thousand year door#luigi's mansion dark moon#luigi's mansion 2#remakes#mar10#game boy color#doctor mario#mario golf#mario tennis
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bet my heart, part 3
on a coastline
series masterlist
The All-Star Weekend events fly by, but my time in Toronto hasn't come to an end. It was concert day. Rogers Centre was sold out, and at this point in my career, you'd think that I'd be a lot less anxious on concert day, but I still woke up at the crack of dawn and was at the venue as early as possible. I was still a ball of nerves every single time I was going to be singing in front of people. As much as I hated my day of internal panic, I knew that as soon as I was on that stage, the nerves were gone and it was just me having an absolute blast with 20,000 of my closest friends.
One of my favorite ways to calm my nerves on show days and spend time pre-show was to sit in the middle of the stage, guitar in my lap, and just play. There was no one watching me, no one had any expectations. Today is no exception to this pre-show ritual. I make myself comfortable, sitting criss-cross on center stage, my guitar settled into my lap, and I start strumming.
Every once in a while when I'd do this, my photographer would pull out her phone and take videos that I'd eventually post to social media because my fans loved these little one-women jam sessions that would sometimes turn into me working on new music.
Today I was currently strumming and singing the chorus of She’s In Love With The Boy. I switch to a song I’m working on after a while, a song inspired by Quinn. Unbeknownst to him, he inspired most of my songs. A good majority of the songs I have about boys and love, and yada yada yada were songs I had written based on my feelings for Quinn.
“Still haven’t told hockey boy you have more than friend feelings?” my photographer, Jess, asks, plopping down on the stage next to me.
“No,” I sigh, falling backwards to lay on my back. “We’ve been friends for over a decade, I don’t want to be like hey by the way, I’m actually in love with you, and then poof friendship over because he doesn’t feel the same.”
“Girl, he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, if he isn’t in love with you, he’s lying to himself.” I don’t say anything, continuing to stare up at the roof of the arena. “C’mon, you need to get ready, Jax and Donna sent me to get you, saying you needed to be in hair and makeup like ten minutes ago.” I stand up and make my way back to the dressing rooms. I plop myself in a chair and let Jax and Donna do their thing.
“So, you and the hockey player?” Jax asks. Was this everyone's preferred conversation subject this weekend? I couldn't have on conversation without my, apparently very obvious, feelings for my best friend being brought up.
“We’re just friends,” I say. The same answer I give him, and everyone else, every time the question is asked.
“A shame, the entire internet is in love with you two,” he says. “Like, you might be bigger than Swift and Kelce,” he says. I rolled my eyes at that one, nothing was bigger than Taylor Swift.
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Note: I know this is so so short, I wanted to get something posted, and this is what I had edited.
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TMNT REQUEST
How would the boys react to Reader finding out scratching/petting their shells makes the boys purr.
Its probably a like a low growl. They’re all so big and scary but the minute you give em a little scratch their putty in your hands, soft and pliant and sweet😭❤️❤️.
Reader talking to them like you would a puppy while they rest their head on her lap and she scratches their shell or plastron.
“who’s my best boy???? It’s you?? Yes it is!🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️”
TMNT reaction to reader petting their shell
A/n: I hope you like it and thanks so much for requesting!
Raphael
Yooo what were you doing 😭
Why did it feel so nice and what was that sound he was making?
He was so shocked bc that was definitely a first for him and you know what?
He loved it and he wouldn't stop you from doing it again
Hit him with it when he's mad. He's instantly melting.
Definitely putty in your hands.
His favorite is when your both cuddled together and your petting his shell and whispering sweet nothings to him
Boy does he live for those moments.
Leonardo
Whatever it is your doing..
Keep it up bc it feels nice and it's from you.
What shocks him is the low growl he lets out
Bc he couldn't help it and he thought it would scare you and he was glad I didn't
But he loves it and he hates to admit that he does.
Mostly he loves when you surprise him with it when he's meditating.
Your fingers gently scratching his shell he's so soft for you.
He gets a little embarrassed when you coo at him but your cute so he'll deal.
Donatello
What...was that feeling?
He was zonked out the moment you started and he was disappointed when you stopped.
He loved it. I mean it felt wonderful and it was super relaxing.
But he had to make sure you didn't do it when he was working...any other time was free game.
And he made sure he had lots of free time for you to do it.
It was a great stress reliever and honestly he would ask you to do it most of the time
And you would oblige bc look at the sweet baby 🥺
He would gladly lay with you all day and let you scratch his shell
But sadly he had work to do, but you can bet on his days off he was all over you.
Michelangelo
It was nice. He liked it was calming.
He didn't mind the sounds he made when you scratched his shell.
He just stopped whatever he was doing and let you do as you pleased
Honestly everyone was surprised you found a way to calm him down.
He was always so hyper and go go go
But the moment you started scratching his shell it was like Mikey shut down.
"You found my off switch angel cakes.."
He would joke about it but he would definitely love when you did it and it was so nice to be able to calm down and relax.
He would definitely come to you if he was feeling extra hyped up and needed to calm down.
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No more internet for you (Pierre Gasly)
Since Pierre seems to be a danger on the Internet, you have to cut the problem from the source
Note: english is not my first language. I'm sorry that I didn't think this had potential at first because the longer I thought about it, the more I wanted to write it as a funny and breezy thing
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!
Tw: references to smut
Switching your laptop off at the end of the work day, you tidied your desk and placed your belongings inside your backpack, checking if you had everything before closing the office and making your way out, ready to head home so you could see your boyfriend. You hadn't seen Pierre yet since you left the house early to go to your university office and he had arrived back from Monza around lunchtime if everything went according to the plan he had.
Unlocking your car, you placed your backpack on the back seat, unzipping it so you could retrieve your phone from the pocket it sat in since your afternoon break, bringing it wirh you when you sat on the driver's seat.
Turning your mobile data, you check your personal e-mail, only seeing a few newsletters from online shops you buy from before the notification bar showed that you had a few messages on your group chat with your friends. Making a mental note to try and schedule something with them and Pierre, since he was home for a bit after the triple header, you opened the app to see what they were talking about.
From Anna: I never took you for that type Y/N, you always looked like missionary to me, or maybe some ankle on his shoulder action but never that
From Marie: Nah, I mean, have you seen how Pierre looks at her butt? It's obvious that that's how they like it, even I would do her like that
From Louise: Don't you remember that time that she insisted that she wouldn't wear the tiny bikini bottoms from her favourite set when we visited them? I bet Pierre got handsy and she couldn't hide the marks
You read the messages and did not understand why, all of a sudden, your friends were mentioning your sex life. Did they want any advice? You weren't exactly unexperienced since Pierre liked to experiment a lot in the bedroom and you didn't mind it either, the trust you built on eachother over the years making it a lot easier. Wanting to know what they were on about, you typed a reply.
From Y/N: I love you guys, we've shared our youth together, the good and the bad, but why are we talking about my sex life all of a sudden?
Louise was quick to reply while you saw that Marie was typing.
From Louise: Y/N, dear, please go and see your boyfriend's photodump from Monza
From Marie: if this is the last time we ever have the chance to get a message through to Pierre, please tell him that at least he's going with a good bang in the bag
Opening the Instagram app, you flick through the pictures, seeing him the blue t-shirt you loved so much, specially against his tanned skin, the thermometer picture that you had nagged him about to send you everytime he took it and then a few more from the garage until you reached his Twitter inquiry for what grid position he would start on race day, given the amount of penalties the other drivers had, and pressing to see the comment section, you found the top comment replied by your boyfriend of four years, the damned dog emoji staring back at you as you looked at the screen.
Exhaling, you opened the app the communications service that had installed their service at your shared apartment had provided you with so you would be able to control who got on your WiFi (if there was something that living in student housing taught you was that sometimes people want the things without having to pay for them, and that remained an attention point for you) and blocked Pierre's devices from your shared house's WiFi, deciding that your boyfriend had had enough Internet for the time being.
Just as you were about to turn on the car, your phone pinged with two notifications, one from your group chat and the other from a text from Pierre
From Anna: I could think of worse ways to go honestly, Pierre is a lucky guy, still such a shame to see him go like this though
From Pierre: Mon coeur, I think there's a problem with our Internet connection
Opening your apartment's door, you heard what you assumed was Pierre's feet making their way to the entrance while you took your coat and shoes off, setting then aside as you placed your backpack in its usual place. Pierre stretched his arms to greet you, having not seen you in a few days and having missed you a lot, dropping them when he sees the crease between your eyebrows, "What's is wrong, mon coeur?", he asks genuinely worried. Looking up at him, you pushed your glasses to rhe top of your head, "Why did you go and tell everyone about what we do in the bedroom?", you out it simply, watching how his lips tilted as a smirk made its way into his handsome face that threatened to could your thoughts, "Now the whole world knows Pierre", you tried to reason. Chuckling, he tried to grab your arms, your reaction to step back almost like a reflex, "C'mon baby, it's funny, and at least people won't ask anymore", he smiled "and you and I both know how much you like it", and there was those blue eyes who had a way of persuading you, almost like magic.
"Oh my goodness, what if your family see it? Your mother has Instagram, oh no, no, no", you said mortified, you could deal with people from the internet you'd never see in your life but his mother? That was a no go.
"Mon ange, I doubt that she will get what it means, and even if she does, it's not like she thinks we don't do anything", he said, clearly not as bothered as you by the fact that he was talking about his mother acknowledging your sex life. You were all for "we all do it so we should all talk about it", but you thought it would hardly be a fun conversation to have with the in-laws, 'yeah, sure, I like it when your son has his hands on me like that'. Nope, that is not dinner conversation appropriate. "Besides, aren't you always saying people should be more open about their sex lives and speak about it with no taboo and all", and oh, how much did you want to squish that handsome face into oblivion and make him regret the smart remark. It's true, you had never been shy talking about with friends but the whole internet was a different level.
"Well, we'll see how you like it without Internet for some time", you said as you passed him, sitting on the living room sofa and turning on the TV, making him realise that he had been blocked from the network, as every other device was working perfectly.
Approaching you, he spoke up "it was you! C'mon ma belle, you know I didn't mean it to be a bad thing", he said sitting next to you, "and maybe it's probably not even that bad", he offered, "How would you know? You can't see it because you can't be trusted around the big world wide web", you remarked. Were you really that mad at him because of it? A little bit yes, but honestly it had phased you already. So what, were you going to feel guilty that you had a really good sex life? No. But were you going to have a little fun making your boyfriend work for it? You bet your very nice ass you were, remaining quiet and ignoring his lingering and tempting touches.
Getting up a while later, you headed for your usual evening routine, hopping in the shower since it was hair washing day and you took your sweet time, even taking the opportunity to try the new body oil you had gotten over the weekend before putting you pyjama set on, drying your hair quickly airh rhe blow dryer and applying your night skincare products before making your way back to Pierre.
"I made your favourite for dinner, and I put extra cheese on yours just like how you like it", Pierre said quietly once you crossed the corner to the living area, seeing the table set up simply and yet beautifully, the smell from the food invading your nostrils and hitting you straight in the feels.
"I'm sorry I posted it like that, If I had known it would make you this upset I would have never even thought of it", he said as he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you in for a side hug and kissing your forehead, making you decide to end the act, wanting nothing more than to feel his embrace tight around you. "I'm not upset or mad, I just got caught by surprise I guess. I never thought you'd be that forward about it.", you explained, "if you want to, I can take it down", he offered, "Pierre, once in the internet it will be in there forever. And I don't mind it that much really. At least people know you have someone at home who treats you well", you said, grabbing the collar of the linen shirt he was wearing, tracing the outline of his chest hair that you loved so much. Smiling at you, he finally placed his lips on yours, his hands going straight to your butt and grabbing it so you could be as close to his body as possible.
You were sitting on the sofa after dinner, the news broadcast playing in the TV as you and Pierre looked at your phone screen, "everyone is having a blast imagining our sex life, there are some wild things in here", you said as you pointed out a few tweets and comments around the many posts about your boyfriend's comment, "Well, this one is not too far off, I'd day, seems pretty accurate", he said and you immediately flicked his forehead, "what? We might even get some new ideas from them, we haven't tried something new in a while", he said as he pushed your body impossibly closer to his, kissing your cheek as you kept looking, laughing when someone had come up with a good joke and blushing when things got a little bit too accurate and graphic.
"Goodnight handsome, je t'aime aussi", you said as you snuggled into your pillow once you both went to bed, Pierre settling himself so your back was glued to his chest and resting his arm on your waist, "So you'll let me in our WiFi again?", he pouted, "I'm going to sleep on your case", you said as you grabbed your phone and checked if your alarm was on for the next morning. "That's it", you huffed, "what did they say this time?", Pierre asked as he kissed your shoulder, noticing you had read something on your phone that led you to that reaction "Yuki just sent me the link to buy book called 'Breeding dogs for advanced practitioners'. I don't care if he's small and cute and friendly, next time I see him, he's going down".
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Wig Thief || 1610!M.M x Black!Fem!Reader
[Oneshot]
Synopsis: The one day you decide to switch it up Miles just gotta be himself
Word Count: 1.1K
Song Recs: Change your life // Kehlani, Snooze // SZA, Garden // SZA
Warnings: Fem black reader, reader has a mom, banter, mentions of weed, one sentence in Spanish, cuss words (and use of the word nigga), Reader has a smart mouth (kinda), incense, screaming, reader has a chubby belly (I think it's so cute I can't help myself)
Not rlly warnings: Reader has locs (on the shorter side), Miles is taller than reader, use of aave, wig-snatchin (incase some of yall got ptsd LMAO), Reader's kinda on the boho side (not entirely tho)
Lmk if I missed anything!!
You recently got your locs retwisted and went through every hairstyle in the book. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you missed your afro. You voiced this to your mother and she immediately shot you down to your dismay.
"Girl get the fuck out my face with that nonsense." She'd waved you off, obviously not willing to hear you out.
"But ma! I'm starting to get bored of my locs, there's only so much a girl could doooo." You whined, flopping on her bed as she side-eyed you for not listening to her.
"Just get a wig, you used to wear 'em all the time. You not taking out them locs, and if you do, I'm not the one paying to get them redone when you regret it." She argued, going back to her loud Facebook video. And honestly, even though you couldn't take them out, you still saw this small compromise as a victory.
This leads you to now, in the hair store trying to figure out which one you wanted. You didn't want any flashy colors just yet, wanting to do something tame for the time being. Deciding on a dark-colored afro, you buy some more products with the wig and leave.
When you got to your house you immediately played some tunes on the tv and lit some lavender incense, you were gonna smoke a blunt while you did your hair but decided to save it for later. You sit down in front of your long mirror, braiding your locs back while watching Bumblebee on your laptop. You were so into the movie you didn't hear your bedroom window open.
"Whatcha watchin'?" Your boyfriend, Miles, whispered in your ear, ripping a shriek out of you.
"Miles, how many times I gotta tell you to stop doing that shit?" You say with a hand on your chest, heart beating a thousand miles (haha) per second.
He shrugged.
The mother fucker shrugged.
"Don't make me get up and beat you up."
"Damn, ma. I'm sorry." He laughed sitting down behind you, wrapping his long arms around your torso. He kisses behind your ear gently. "And you didn't answer my question..."
"I'm- Miles stop rubbing on my stomach." You deadpan at him through the mirror. "My Ma said I couldn't take my locs out so she told me to put on a wig."
"Why'd you wanna take 'em out in the first place?" He raised an eyebrow at you expectantly. "Uhmm 'cause I'm getting bored of my locs. You question me too damn much."
"What it look like?"
"There you go asking more questions."
"C'mon, ma I'm just curious.." He said getting up and looking for said wig. He looked at a purple bag on your bed skeptically, picking it up and finding a mop of hair inside. He quickly grabbed the bag and your phone and ran into the bathroom.
A beat of silence passes before you realize your boyfriend was missing.
"Miles, why are you so quiet?" And where was your phone..?
"Huh? I'm not being quiet— y-you're being quiet?" He said in more of a question than a statement. You finish up your last braid and stand up, shaking your head.
"I'm coming in there. You bet not be in my shit."
"What? I'm not in your shit —why would you say that?"
You quickly got your answer as to what mess Miles was doing this time. Lo and behold, this grown nigga, wearing your wig. With your phone in his hand. The wig honestly didn't look that bad on him, but his hair was out, making him look like he had a giant head. That and the hairline being way too close to his eyes made you hold back a laugh, feeling more humored than angry.
"Miles."
"Yea?" He said tentatively, setting your phone down on the sink counter.
"Give it here."
"But I look so good!"
"Nigga give it back!" You lunge at him, snatching the wig off his head.
"Ma! Now why would you do that!?!?" He whined snatching the wig back and holding it up in the air, making you stand on your tippy toes.
"Miles! Te voy a matar." You say quickly, almost losing your footing as you jump up to grab the wig out of his hand. "Careful mami you could hurt yourself," He said with a smug look on his face, before running past you into your bedroom.
"Good Spanish, by the way!"
"Miles! Give it backkk." You stomped your foot and pouted at him. It looked like he was gonna give it up for a second, but he put it back on his head. Putting his hand up to look at his nails, he swayed his head dramatically.
"Nuh-uh, girl!! This all me, girl."
"You just have to be you." You huffed, dragging a hand over your face.
"Ok, ok, sorry, baby," He said, walking up to you, taking the wig off his head, and placing it into your awaiting hand. He stood close to you, almost too close, towering over you as he placed a long kiss on your cheek. "Forgive me?"
"Nah. You owe me for this." You glare at him, sitting back down in front of your mirror to finish your hair. "How do some incense and waist beads sound?" he said, sitting down behind you to paw at your belly more.
"And Starbucks for a week." You said, smiling, starting your movie again.
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.luv4miles idk why he think he funny…
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.luv4ynnie idk why you still acting mad when i’m buying you Starbucks for a WEEK?!?!
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.luv4ynnie Thas cuz I am😁
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.luv4miles no miles, ur not. 😾
BONUS:
Apparently, you made too much noise jumping up and down around the bathroom, because you got a call from your mom on your phone. You answer it and put it on speaker.
"Yea, Mama?"
"Y'all making too much damn noise! I don't know who you think you is sneaking Miles up in my house— but if y'all keep making noise, Ima walk up there and handle you myself. And I swear if I catch y'all asses naked and canoodling in bed, Ima whoop both of y'all! And then Ima send Miles home and tell his mama so she can whoop him too! And you gonna be out the house for a week. Bye." She hung up quickly, not letting you respond.
You look back at Miles with a shocked expression to see him making the same look on his face. You guys make eye contact before laughing loudly.
"Oh my god!"
"I can't believe she thought- that- that we were, oh my-" Miles stutters, making you laugh even harder.
Kkuet.
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