#i have come completely undone for him and he has no idea but oh well
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No Entrance⃠
┆Mochizuki “Mochi” K.
ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇʀ!ᴍᴏᴄʜɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
˗ˏˋ ★ Tags ˎˊ˗
NSFW, Choking, Hair-pulling, Degradation, Belly Bulge, Spit As Lube, Rough Sex, Breeding, Semi-Public Sex, Teasing, Hook-Up, reader has a vagina, Making Out, Dirty Talk.
˗ˏˋ ★ Word Count ˎˊ˗ : 1,319
AO3
Your friend kept trying to get your attention all night, the loud music in the nightclub didn't help them much, some of your once sober friends even gave up on you and got back to having fun.
The club was jam packed that saturday night, bunch of your drunk friends grinding on each other, dancing, and hitting on random strangers, and the rest went to the back to puke, but all in all completely wasted.
But you, on the other hand, sat still in your seat, only kept your eyes on the well built bouncer guarding the VIP room facing your table, maybe it was the alcohol kicking in, but no one in a club full of horny poeple managed to captivate you like he did.
Watching him throughly, posing with his arms crossed, flexing those muscles, with a stern look on his face, made you frot your legs together and bite your lips slightly.
Your head began creating hot cinematic love scenes where that veiny hand chokes you and your cervix is getting fucked mercilessly by his relentless hip movements as you come undone on his massive cock.
The alcohol were pushing you to make a move on him and make your daydreams come true, but you wondered if he was even gonna notice you, unlike everyone around that came here to have fun on a Saturday night, he came to do his job, and jobs are the opposite of a saturday night fun.
Just as you couldn't look away, he noticed your stares and glanced back at you, your arousal between your legs gushed like a waterfall, and the imaginary scenarios in your head went wild, any rational person in your position would have looked away or just waved, but that one drunk and horny braincell inside your head said 'fuck it we only live once' and had you winking at him.
He gave you a smirk that lifted your hopes high up to the roof and that was all you needed to approach him, neither of you broke eye contact as you walked towards him and pushed everyone out of your way, making sure to pose seductively before him.
"Hey there, handsome~", you began to chat him up.
"Hey doll, I saw you eyeing me the whole night, let me guess, you want a free VIP entrance, doncha ?"
"Perhaps... i do need an entrance...", you threw one arm over his shoulder, your hands seperating between touching his wide neck and laying on his chest, running your finger all over him, while closing the distance between both of you.
He grabbed your hand from his neck and you yelped at his strong grip, "Well nice try, sweetheart, but no entrance granted."
The man, written on his name tag [MOCHI], had no idea how turned on and inspired he got you with his beefy physique.
It took all your willpower to not moan his name out loud.
"Aw babe... i don't need that entrance... i only came around to grant you entrance~"
"Oh yeah ?", Mochi grinned widely, revealing all his front teeth, "Where to ?"
The outcome of this converstation was going in your favor, so you smiled back and whispered in his ear, "Paradise~"
All of a sudden, a harsh grip on your hair dragged you to the back entrance, your back hit the wall as soon as the door opened, and you whined when a hand interlocked with your neck.
"Just so you know, i don't do gentle, so you better not be a fragile bitch."
"Sounds fun ♡"
"Fucking slut.", Mochi dived into your mouth and kissed you roughly, slipping in his tounge for a messier open-mouthed kiss.
The music was still faintly playing in the background but you couldn't give two fucks about it as your makeout session was getting more heated and pleasurable, Mochi choking you was the cherry on top.
Lust was eating you alive as the muscular man pulled you off of him forcefully, turned you around to press you more towards the wall and rising your already short dress to your upper back. You yelped when a hand came down and smacked your ass cheek, then another on your other cheek, another after another, and your moans kept getting higher with each slap.
"What is it you fucking whore ? Already can't handle me ♡ ?"
You can only answer him with moans synchronizing with his echoing spankings, which only fed his sadistic needs, "Pathetic..."
The striking stopped and Mochi caressed your swollen buttocks to spread them, you wondered if he was gonna get straight to the point but your thoughts were cut short when you felt liquid falling down on your folds, the sudden sensation sent shivers to your spine that you had to turn your neck to see his saliva rubbing on your exposed vagina.
Mochi spat again down your clit and used two of his fat fingers to smear them inside your hole hurriedly, "Too small, can't risk you passing out on me."
Your eyes rolled back to your head at the shape of his fingers inside you, he kept fingering you carelessly until he concluded you were wet enough to take him.
He got back up straight and pulled down his uniform pants with visible desire on his face, your neck almost snapped from the sudden rotation, you absolutely needed to see how big he was, and you were not disappointed; he had a massive raging red 10-incher, hard and ready to tango.
You could already visualize your gravestone written on it 'IN LOVING MEMORIES OF THIS WHORE. DEATH BY DICK.' and happily embracing that idea, because even if he kills this pussy, you'll atleast die happy.
"Cat got your tounge ?", Mochi's mocking voice sent you back down to earth.
"Waiting for your move anytime now, big guy, take your time ♡"
It's one of which, your reverse mockery didn't sit right by him or it turned him on, either way he grabbed your leg leading it to his shoulder, putting you in a ballerina position, "You talk too big for a little cumslut."
You had no time to remark on that when he shoved himself inside you and you couldn't even hear yourself screaming his name.
He wasn't lying when he said he don't do gentle, his thrusts were ruthless with no care for you or your pain tolerance, you couldn't convince yourself to care either when he sent both his hands to your neck and showed you stars.
The peak was unimaginably good. Your hole welcomed his size with open arms and your orgasm was the one chasing after him like there was no other point in life other than to get fucked stupid by him all night long.
Mochi wasn't going to let you taste that sweet taste of reaching your climax so fast, everytime you feel close he will pull out and edge you to tears, it was clear he had plans to make you come undone on his cock tonight.
When you ignored your own voice for a moment, the lewd sounds of his breathing and grunts turned you on further and added to the pleasurable torture you were living, everything about him drove you crazy, his veiny hands that's now bruising your hips, his dark eyes from the reflection of the metal pipe in front of you, his bulge constantly peaking from your belly, oh lord...
His sudden loud moans cought you off guard as his speed increased unrealistically fast, you could've sworn you went to heaven and back when he filled your insides with white.
He let go of you to catch his breath, and you were still is a whole new world after that, the obvious sounds of Mochi wearing his pants back on was the only thing that helped you realise how real that whole situation was.
"Doll..."
"Hm?"
"That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime, in the VIP room."
@sagephilosophie
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i want to know every possible thing about him. how he takes his coffee. what body wash he prefers. what his biggest pet peeve is. what his favorite movie is and why. what made him become a teacher. if he’s ever done this before. i want to know if he keeps his house tidy or if it’s messy. what his bedroom looks like, how his sheets feel. what his first love was like and why he loved them. i want to know what cologne he wears and who bought it for him. i want to see santa photos from when he was a boy. i want to know what he dreamed of last night (and every night before then.) what he was like in college, when he was young and reckless and free. i want to know what his first job was. what growing up in california was like for him. what kind of porn he watches. i want to know his biggest regret. i want to know the meanest thing he’s ever done, and the nicest. i want to know what he holds most dear to himself. i want to know what he’s thinking at any given moment. i want to know why he loves stamps. i want to know what made him choose me, how he was able to pick me out of everyone. i want to know who his first concert was. what he’d buy if he won the lotto. what he’s reading. you name it, and i’ll want to know it.
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SEEING YOU TONIGHT, IT'S A BAD IDEA RIGHT? - SATORU GOJO
summary: seeing your ex was always a bad idea, but not if it was satoru gojo.
cw: 18+ readers only, smut, f!reader, innuendos, ex-boyfriend!Satoru, praise kink, thigh riding, degradation, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), breeding kink.
a/n: gojo and bad idea right by olivia rodrigo has been living in my head rent free and here's the product :).
word count: 3,873
It was dangerous.
Look at this picture I drew Nanami. Can’t believe he didn’t want to keep it.
Gojo attaches a picture of a crudely drawn dick, and you snort at your phone.
It was a dangerous game the two of you were choosing to play.
Small. Is the response you choose. Short but funny. And just enough to elicit a response you want.
You know the real thing is much bigger.
And there it was.
The game the two of you chose to play back and forth always ended here one way or another - and usually it was him who drove it there in the first place.
Is it? I don’t remember.
Then come over and I’ll remind you.
But that didn’t mean you were completely blameless either.
You bite your lip at his text. You really shouldn’t.
You’re just horny.
That’s right.
Another message.
For you.
Fuck him. But that’s what exactly you wanted to do again.
You told yourself the last time would be the last time. After he had fucked you and left you high and dry, you told yourself you wouldn’t fuck your exes or let them fuck with you. And you didn’t — except for Gojo.
He was always the fucking exception wasn’t he?
And he was the exception to your ick to double texting - because you supposedly took too long to respond to his message.
Should I show you what you’re missing?
And it’s a picture of him fresh out of the shower, with the most shit eating grin on his face. Water ringlets traced his body with absolute reverence, his thighs teasingly visible, reminding you how you had come undone on them the last time you hooked up, and the towel of his was frustratingly too low on his waist.
What’s your new address?
Fuck.
And that’s what you were going to get done tonight.
You didn’t know what to wear. But did it matter because it was going to come off anyway. You opted for a little black dress, one that was a little too short and little too tight.
You pull up to his place - off campus - and it’s a new shiny high rise building that you stare up at with squinting eyes. Show off.
“Trust me, I’m not overcompensating for anything,” and you whirl around to see him waiting for you, “but you know that don’t you?”
“Oh do you ever shut up?” and he leans closer, tilting his sunglasses off his face, lips curled in that goddamn grin. His blue button-up and jeans made your breath catch -- god it had been so long since you've seen him out of his usual Jujutsu Tech uniform.
“I plan to, later tonight,” and you scoff, as he leads you to his building, a hand on the small of your back that sends sparks flying up your spine.
“Memory recalls you don’t shut up much during that as well,” and his hand snakes around your waist as you both walk in, nodding to the doorman as he lets you both into the elevator, “don’t you live at the school? I was surprised when you told me that have a place off-campus,”
“Well I prefer to live in a place free of teenagers sometimes,” his arm leaves you, slipping into his pockets, as he raises an eyebrow, “unless you were looking forward to fucking in our old school,”
You glare at him, “Gojo-“
“That’s not what you called me in Yaga’s classroom that one afternoon when everyone was away-" He says cheekily.
“Oh my god, Satoru, shut up,” and you crush your lips to his, and he’s grinning. His arms slip around your waist as if they never even left. But these weren’t the same lean arms that pinned you to a desk as he ate you out that one afternoon - no these were the ones of a man who has trained and seen battle time and time again. You were always surprised at how broad Satoru had gotten over the years - it shouldn’t be a surprise as he was always the “strongest” but he was lean and fit before, slender almost - but now, as he pressed you against the wall of the elevator, fingers digging into your ass, his body engulfed you.
And you were already addicted to the feeling.
If it was any more obvious, you don’t hear the ding of the elevator as you arrive at his floor, as he pulls away, “going to have to part for a second sweetheart, need to unlock the door.”
But he pulls you along by your hand, and somehow that gesture is all the more overwhelming than anything you had done in the elevator.
You watch him scan his keycard, unlocking the door, “How much does Jujutsu High pay you?”
And he smirks, “Perks of being the strongest,” but you frown at that — you know those were few and far between.
But he pulls you inside, pressing you against the door, “Now where were we?” He hums against your neck, his hands slide over your bare thighs, “I’ve missed this-“
“Could have fooled me,” you sigh as he kisses your neck, “I haven’t heard from you in a year,”
“I am a very busy man,” and he lifts you with such ease, hands wrapped around your thighs, your dress so easily riding up, “wear this just for me?”
“Just for you, and maybe on a few dates,” and his head tilts, expression flickering with jealousy for a millisecond before his god complex returns.
“And yet here you are with me,” and he’s kissing you again, his tongue parting your lips with ease, as if he’s trying to erase any evidence of another person’s touch. You moan when he sucks on your bottom lip, “so pliable, aren’t you sweetheart? Just fall to pieces under my touch,”
And his words serve to make you squirm, but as a challenge as well, as your hands tug him by his collar, “and you don’t? I recall that afternoon in the classroom, and I had to pray no one walked by so they wouldn’t hear your moans when I rode you,”
But he’s annoyingly unfazed, his breath warm against your skin, “I love a woman who takes charge, that’s why I can’t get enough of you,” and he’s closing the gap between you, kissing your lips, before tracing kisses down your jaw and neck, until his teeth graze your pulse, “should I leave a mark?”
“Gojo-“
“Oh I’m definitely leaving a mark now,” and his teeth dig into your neck, sucking and licking, drawing a moan from your throat, “does anyone else make you moan like this?”
“Why are you interested in —ah—“ and he’s tugging the straps of your dress off, “that?” The last word comes out as a whisper.
“No bra? And you’re so insistent that you weren’t flirting with me over text,” and he snaps the strap against your skin, “it’s always flirting when it’s us, sweetheart,”
“You didn’t answer my question,” you grumble and he’s carrying you now, your arms around his shoulders, “Gojo-“
And he’s pressing you to the wall outside his bedroom, and he’s taking off his sunglasses - and no matter how many times you’ve seen his eyes - no matter how many times you’ve stared into them — they always make you feel like you’re drowning — breathless and slow, like you submerged in water, unable break to the surface.
“Are you going to continue to call me that?” And he’s being rough as he teases your thighs apart, his fingers teasing the hem of your dress, “because I may take you right here - let all my neighbors hear you cum on my fingers, my mouth, or my cock - dealer’s choice,” and his kiss is bruising, as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, relentless as always, always trying to prove himself, and he had nothing to prove.
And it only took his hand shaking up your thigh to press on the wet patch of your underwear to make you break.
“Satoru, fuck-“ and his grin makes you shiver.
“Good girl,” and you nearly come undone from those words alone, as he carries you to his bedroom, tossing you into his bed without much to-do.
You bounce against the springs of the mattress slightly, but he’s on you in a moment, perched over you, as he meets your lips in a desperate kiss, as if he had parted from your lips ten years ago as opposed to ten seconds.
You are pulling at his shirt, trying to get it over his head, but he pins your arms down before you can, “not yet, baby,”
You’re strong but not when he’s using his strength to hold you in place, “Satoru-“ and he’s using his free hand to slide your straps down lower, “that’s not fair-“
“I was born unfair,” and you snort, but it quickly turns to a groan when his hand squeezes your breast.
“So sensitive,” and he leans his head down to suck on your nipple, “no one tastes as good as you sweetheart,”
“And how many others have you tasted this year?” And he doesn’t pause, only switches to the other, as his fingers tease the other nipple.
“I could ask you the same,” and you gasp as his teeth graze your nipple, “Satoru-“ and he pauses now, “tell me,”
You grit your teeth, “No-"
“Then I’m going to suck a hickey here,” he kisses right above your nipple, “and you won’t be wearing these low cut dresses for a while,” and his teeth bare against your skin, and you jolt against him, “tell me,” he repeats.
You lay your head back, “I said I went on a few dates, I didn’t say I have slept with anyone else-ah-“And he’s sucking the mark, his teeth biting and nibbling on the skin, as he soothes it with his tongue, “you said you wouldn’t-“ you whine, and he smiles, before pressing his lips to yours.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he cups your cheek, “shyness suits you,”
And he’s tugging your dress downward, rolling it down to your stomach, and you’re pulling at his shirt, until he helps you get it off his shoulders. And your eyes rake over his chest, “Like what you see?”
You flush, “I never said you were bad to look at,” and he raises an eyebrow.
“Princess, I’m the best to look at,” and that draws a laugh from your lips, which he eagerly swallows, pressing his lips fervently to yours, looking to worship the mouth that just made that heavenly noise, “I haven’t been with anyone else,” he breathes, a centimeter from your lips, “since you,”
“Really?” And he tilts his head.
“Just for you, sweetheart,” and you don’t waste a moment.
You’re flipping him on his back, and he’s staring up at you — in shock and then in lust filled eyes, a thick haze that settles over your body, as you press your lips to his again, and he surges to meet them.
Your fingers are fumbling with his belt, and he’s trying to pull your dress down your legs. You part for a moment, standing to pull it off, before settling on his lap again, but his hands pull you to settle on his thigh instead.
He flexes his thigh, and you stifle your moan, your cunt squeezing around nothing, “come on, ride my thigh,” your wetness soaks through and he groans, “you’re certainly wet enough for it,”
“Fuck-“ and he flexes again and again, until you’re grinding against his thigh, and his cocky grin makes you want to slap him.
“Sweetheart, you’re soaking through,” and he grunts, helping you ride his thigh, the muscle and fabric rubbing against your clit, making you moan, “that’s it, c’mon cum on my thigh like a good slut,”
And that sends you over the edge, the squelch of your pussy on his leg growing only louder, as your juices run down his pant leg, “glad I could do that twice,” and he’s kissing your neck, “maybe we can make it a third,”
And you meet his lips in a lazy kiss, your lips sliding across his at first, until it grows more insistent, and you’re back fumbling with his belt, pulling it off, and undoing the button of his jeans.
“So needy,” he smirks, and he lifts his waist, to help you pull off his pants, “didn’t know you needed my dick that bad, Princess,” but the smugness leaves as you palm him through his boxers, a hiss leaving his mouth as you slip your hand inside, teasing the head with your fingers.
“What was that again? Who’s needy?” You grin — you love watching him fold for you like this, as blood rushes to his cheeks and cock, he’s nearly panting as you palm him, and it’s such a pretty cock — was there anything about him that wasn’t unfairly perfect? “Fuck, I forgot how big you were - gonna split me in half, aren’t you?” But you’re going much too slow for his taste, as your fingers tease him, smearing his pre-cum over his length, as you lick it from your fingers, “and you always taste so good,”
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re toying with me,” he nearly growls, as you pull off his boxers, snapping the elastic against his skin as you do.
“But you’re my favorite toy,” and your fingers return around his dick, squeezing lightly, and that’s his final straw.
You don’t even realize your back is hitting the bed until you’re already pinned under him, and he’s smiling between your thighs now, “two can play at that game sweetheart,” and he kisses your inner thigh, “and I always win,”
And he’s pulling down your panties in a moment, letting a reverent fuck leave his lips as he stares at your swollen lips, “So pretty,” and he noses at your inner thighs, before his teeth dig into your sensitive skin, and your breath stutters, “and all for me,”
“Satoru-“ and his fingers are parting your folds, making your hips jump at his touch, and he can’t have that can he? And he’s pinning your hips, as he stares at your pretty swollen folds, “stop teasing-“
“Like you stopped teasing me, Princess?” He raises an eyebrow, but he slips a finger inside, “but I’ll be nice, unlike you,” and he’s pumping his finger knuckle deep, slipping into places you could never reach yourself, “fuck, you’re practically swallowing my finger,” and a second finger is stuffed inside you, “can’t wait to feel this pussy around my cock,” and you’re shaking when he finally leans down to press a kiss to your pretty clit.
“S-satoru,” you moan, a mess, as he fucks your walls hard with his fingers, the lewd squelching ringing in your ears, as he continued to pry apart your thighs, leaning down to press his lips to your clit again.
And you whimper, before moaning, as he sucks at it, lapping at your pussy, as he continued to fuck you, “so sweet when you’re all fucked out, keep making those pretty noises, sweetheart,”
And you have no choice when his tongue slips in the stead of his fingers, fingers choosing to play and pinch your clit, a symphony of moans and whines leaving your throat, as you move to cover your face.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he coos, kissing your pussy as he speaks, “you’re going to make me self-conscious and we wouldn’t want that, would we baby?” And his words are not helping as he redoubles his efforts, pausing only to speak, as his hands sneak under your thighs to press you impossibly closer to his mouth, intent on devouring you, “look at me - wanna see my pretty baby’s face when she falls apart for me,”
And you look, his face smeared with your cum, lips glossy and nearly dripping with it, as he grins, before feasting on you again, makes you fall apart as he wants, “cum in my mouth,” he murmurs, “wanna fucking live in his pussy,”
And you’re coming undone, fast and hard, but he doesn’t seem to care, slurping and sucking every drop you bestow upon him, “I know where I got my sweet tooth now,” and he’s still eating you through your orgasm, as you shudder and shiver from his touch.
“Fuck, ‘Toru, I swear to god-“
“I’m right here baby, you don’t have to swear your allegiance to me,” and he’s licking his fingers clean, making a show of it, “pretty sure you did that when you screamed my name when you came,”
“You fucker,” and he’s giving you lazy kisses again, trying to bring you down from your high, just to bring you back up again, and you’re palming his erection now, “need you,”
“What was that?” And he’s so smarmy, it makes you want to slap him or kiss him or possibly both, “say it again,”
And then you squeeze his dick, making him grunt, “I said I need you,” and you’re brushing the head of his cock against your folds, again and again, making him groan, “any questions sensei?” You add mockingly, but that only serves to make him grin wider.
“So fuckin’ eager for me to split you open with my dick huh, Princess?” His pre-cum dripping onto your fucked out pussy, “can’t go a second without being filled by me? I know sweetheart, I hit all the spots you can’t reach with your fingers right? Bet all those others can’t reach them either,” and he’s kissing you, hard, as he presses his cock into you, bumping against you, but never slipping in, “then I’ll just have to spoil you tonight, won’t I?” He notches himself against your slit, his traitorous mouth leaning down to suck at your tit before he finally eases into you.
And you forgot just how big he was, as he finally sinks into you, his cock parting your folds, impatient as ever as he sinks slowly at first and than all at once, “you can still take me, and you always take me so well,” he groans, as your walls squeeze him, nearly making him cum right there, “you were made for me, made to fuck me,” he’s panting now, as you’re ready to fall apart under him.
“Then fuck me,” and he does just that - no semblance of self-control left - not that he had much to begin with. Not when it came to you.
He loves hearing you moan his name, over and over, as he begins to thrust in earnest, hips slapping against yours, making you gasp and your head roll back, “Satoru, Satoru, fuck-“
“Come on baby you can take it, look at how good you’re taking me, such a good girl,” and he grasps your chin making you look at where your bodies met, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease, a white ring of your cum around its base, “that’s it, c’mon, you make me feel so fucking good,”
And then he’s slipping out of you, as you whines but now he’s pulled you into his lap, “baby, I can’t be doing all the work, now can I?”
His thighs are sticky and wet with your fluids, as you start to ride him, your thighs meeting his with rough snaps, “So fucking gorgeous,” he groans, leaning in to suck at your tits again, “I’ll never get sick of this view, need to fuck you like this again,” and he meets you with a brutal thrust of his hips as he grasps your waist that brushes against places you only could dream to touch, and he grins as your head lolls back, “there is it, just where I left it, Princess,”
“S’close, ‘Toru, I can’t-“ you murmur, as he cups your cheek and presses a hot kiss to your lips.
“Then cum for me on my dick like a good little slut, and scream for me, make sure my neighbors know how good this cock is,” and he’s grasping your waist, fucking tou hard as you cum around his cock, and you scream his name as you do, but he fucks you through your orgasm, grunting and groaning. Your release slips down his dick as you squeeze him, “good fucking girl,” He’s close too - his thrusts becoming deeper and sloppy, “where you want me to cum?”
And your legs are wrapping around his waist, “Fill me, want it inside,” and Satoru can't help but moans your name.
He's grunting, sloppily thrusting now -- he's so close, your walls clamping down again and again, “Want me to breed you, sweetheart,” he grunts, bottoming out, “then let me fill you, fuck-“ he moans as he cums, spurting his hot, thick cum inside your walls, and you’re nearly keening against him, but he holds you steady with his fingers against your hips, nails digging crescents into your skin, “gotta make every drop count, now don’t we, love?” As he slowly pumps into you, pushing it deeper, “now what’d people say when you get pregnant by your ex? Hm? Wanna baby trap me, princess? You don’t have to do that to get me to stay,”
And he’s still inside you as he stills, cupping your chin, “I don’t huh?” You tilt your head, as he presses a kiss to your lips, “then why did you leave in the first place?”
His grin twists into a frown, sighing, as he can't meet your gaze now, “Did you really want to be with me?” And you open your mouth, “being with me is as good as placing a target on your back, and I’m not always going to here to help-“
You glare at him, “I don’t need you to protect me—"
“Except the one time you do,” he says softly, “and then what? I could deal with losing you, but I don't ever want to have to mourn you," his words are quiet, "we’ve both lost too much-" and his voice wavers, “I didn’t want you to be another thing I lost, but you were anyway,” and he gives a small chuckle, “I didn’t wanna end up alone, but without you, I’m still alone,” he gives a pitiful smile, “fitting for the strongest, huh?”
You hold his cheeks, forcing him to look at you, “You don’t have to be alone. I can’t make promises that I’ll be okay - that would be a pretty shit promise to make, we both know that, but,” you kiss his lips sweetly, the corners of his lips lifting at your taste, “I can promise I’ll do my best to live, I’ll do my best to support you, I’ll do my best to love you - if you can promise to do the same,”
And his lips crack into a grin, “Love, huh?”
“You’ve grown on me,” you tease, but he can’t let that stand. And he shifts his hips, making you moan, as he lays you down, slipping out of you, to smear his cockhead down your folds, watching you convulse around nothing as his cum slips out of you, “Satoru—fuck-“ and his fingers are scooping the liquid back inside, pushing it back in, “what are you doing?” you grumble, half annoyed, half moaning.
And he only smiles, “Gotta make up for lost time, don’t we princess?” And he leans over you, pressing a kiss to your lips, before reaching for his phone, “now let me take a picture — gotta let Nanami know someone appreciated my drawing.”
“You send that picture, and we won’t need to worry about me surviving anymore, because I’ll have killed you,” and he rolls his eyes, snapping the picture anyway.
“Don’t worry, I won’t send him this picture, that’s for my personal use,” he winks as he slips his fingers from you, licking your mixed releases from his digits, “but I’ll let him know how much you enjoyed it,” and he’s leaning over you again, “and how much you will again,”
“And every night?” You smile up at him, pulling him closer.
And he replies before you pull him into another kiss, “Only way to shut me up.”
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COCKWARMING — GENSHIN IMPACT
feat : diluc, childe, itto, kazuha + xiao
ღ warnings — f!reader, cock warming, needy boys, some making out, itto obviously has no self control, not proof read cos i’m lazy sorree :,) lemme know if i missed anything !!!
ღ note — hewo yes i changed the colour of my header again coz yk … i wanted it to be a lil more neutral like my blog :3
・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR
diluc loves being wrapped in you after a long day, even sometimes when he’s at the winery or sat in his quarters and you come in looking all pretty … he can’t help but pat his lap, giving you an expectant look as his hand smoothes up your thigh, but everytime he has to desperately hold onto his self control.
“you are s-so beautiful.” diluc grunts when you sink yourself deeper onto his cock, his fingers digging into the squish of your hips as helps to ease you down. he feels like a mesh of sensations and limbs whenever it comes to you, sparks and squeezes — kisses and sexuality, he can’t help but lose himself in the soft kiss of your thighs against his or the rhythmic sways of your hips that let him feel more of you.
the moan that falls from his lips is almost shameless when you sink onto him completely, twitching around the blunt head of his cock as he smears hot, messy kisses along your cheeks — easing you with the stretch while his fingers draw mindless shapes along your skin, squeezing ever so slightly to keep you close. you feel his fingers curl over your thighs and into the give of your ass, and diluc lets his head rest back against his chair as you unbutton the top buttons of his shirt for him— the room suddenly becoming warmer than it once was. “unbelievable, that you’re all mine, i mean.”
he can feel the alluring press of your whimpers when you lean into kiss him, making his cock throb from his place nestled inside of you as he grits his teeth, groaning as he feels a familiar heat burst along his chest and neck. he’s unable to stop the way his hips chase more of you as he bites down on his lower lip — muffling a grunt when he rolls his cock into your pussy and he feels like he’s just tasted heaven when the moan that falls from your lips feels like it drips through him. “apologies, it’s h-hard to control myself around you.”
・✶ ｡ﾟTARTAGLIA / CHILDE
he loves cock warming you but will also absolutely loves having the opportunity to tease you how he likes — even though he’s so desperately trying to hide how much your tight walls are affecting him, especially when they’re squeezing around his sensitive cock so tight.
“getting impatient are we?” childe goads, smirking up at you while you straddle his lap, pretty pussy stretched around his cock after he decided he had to get a little closer to you after a long day. he’s almost insufferable, almost, you know he’s teasing you — deliberately grazing his cock along the swollen spots inside of you that have your thighs twitching, needy mewls falling from your lips like drunken prayers just so he can tell you he’s “oh don’t mind me, just getting comfortable.” through one of his handsome smirks.
the way he rocks into you is calculated, feeling his fingertips graze down the length of your spine before he’s pulling you closer — deeper against his so you can feel how well he fills you at this angle. but he’s not the only one who can tease, so you don’t think twice about tracing your fingers along childe’s jawline, making sure to trace them under the collar of his shirt, teasing where he’s undone the first few buttons and you watch him swallow heavy before he’s biting on his lower lip, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
but you’re not done until you’re deliberately grinding yourself down on his lap, your doughy pussy squeezing around his cock until his head is dropping back and you can hear the way he tries so desperately to swallow a groan, one that’s low and ragged and makes your toes curl from where you’re sat. “now, now.. don’t play with me, sweet girl.”
・✶ ｡ﾟARATAKI ITTO
he thinks the idea is so nice, like cuddling except better because he gets to rest his big, heavy cock in you? except you’re so warm and he’s already so hard when he sinks into you — it’s almost instinctive, the twitch of his hips and the way he’s gritting his teeth, balls twitching and so desperate to be emptied …
“pffff—no way i can definitely do it, babe.” was what itto had said a few moments ago when you’d brought up the idea, but now, when you’re trembling from the initial thick spread of his cock, you can already see his resolve crumbling. it only takes a few seconds before his hips are twitching and he’s tugging you into the movement with a strong flex of his biceps, holding you against his broad chest as you straddle his lap.
he’s so big, needy and he already feels dumb with how tight your pussy is squeezing him, it’s like you’re asking—begging him to move, to flip you over and fuck you and itto feels like he’s about to lose his fucking mind. “holy shit, have you always been this tight, baby? phew—i dont r-remember you bein’ this tight, oh yeah that feels so good.”
you can feel the couch creak behind the force of his ‘accidental’ thrusts and tugs, feeling the way his hot breath is fanning along your neck — his face stuffed into the dip of your shoulder as he pants like a wild animal. but even his needy grins and humps feel so good with how well he fills you, and you know he’s not going to last much longer. so you give him a teasing little bounce when you feel the throb of his cock, pulling a growl from your oni boyfriend before he’s manoeuvring you with pure, frenzied need. “n-no fair, baby. you kept teasing me, hhnn—you planned for this outcome didn’t you, right?”
・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA
he loooves it, sometimes he just loves sinking into you — smoothing his hands along your body as he worships you, places kisses along your skin and pours praises around you that feel like honey when his cock is twitching inside of you. he could stay like this all day, wrapped in you.
it feels so content, the way kazuha leans forward to capture you in a breathless kiss, hands roaming around your bare back as he squishes his chest against your own. you’re almost shivering from the lack of real stimulation, the feeling of his featherlight touches along your skin only making you even more desperate for him to touch you in other places and he knows that, you can tell with the way he’s smiling against your lips, sighing dreamily when he pulls another intoxicating whisper of his name from you.
“you’re so warm.” he whimpers in your ear, pressing closer until his body is almost wound around yours and your fingers are twisting in his hair, trying to push your pussy down deeper around his cock and you hear his voice wobble with his next exhale.
“you’re so cute.” kazuha sighs, brow crumbling as his arms flex around where they’re keeping you close to him, watching the way you shiver and whine for him only intensifying the dizzy spin he feels in his mind as he melts into you — completely infatuated with the way your lips are still moving against his as he lets his tongue glide against your own, feeling your walls tremble around his cock.
・✶ ｡ﾟXIAO
he loves the idea, especially when he’s tired and sore and you’re slinking into his lap telling him you know what’ll make him feel better. it does, you do but he’s so sensitive and you’re so warm, panting as you sink down onto him — his fingertips already gripping you tight to keep you still before he loses it.
xiao can’t help the desperate rise and fall of his chest from where it’s pressed against your back, his arms hooked around your waist as he keeps you close — his cock twitching inside of your tight, warm walls. “s-stop squirming.” he can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when he twitches inside of you, whimpering from behind gritted teeth as he tries to bury how needy he sounds into your skin — hoping you don’t notice the way you’re able to reduce him to putty so easily.
but there’s an anxious restlessness in his fingertips, feeling them squeeze at your waist every few seconds like he’s desperately trying to stop himself from gripping you tighter — rolling his hips into you just so he can feel the way your pussy clenches around him the deeper he goes. but the way you purr for him, melt into his touch like nobody ever has — it has xiao dizzy, yearning to take more of what you offer him while he can.
your warmth around his cock and the feeling of his skin being pressed against yours eases him as much as it excites him, but when he feels you grind back into him — pulling another muffled moan from his parted lips, he’s almost embarrassed with how quickly he feels his cock throb inside of you, hissing with his next breath as his arms around you pull you closer. “i s-said.. stop moving.”
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Lose Your Mind // Ted lasso x reader
Summary: just a quick little fic while I work on some bigger projects. inspired by @my-soupy-brain’s “Together At Last” fic. Basically, Ted asks you to come to nelson road early before everyone else has clocked in, smut ensues from there.
Warnings: smut smut smut.
You’ve never heard the office so… quiet before. The sound of your footsteps is the only thing in your ear as you pace down the hallway to Ted’s office.
You were practically galloping.
Ted had been gone with the team for a stint of away games while you had stayed back with Higgins to take care of some Admin tasks.
As ridiculous as it probably sounded, it was the longest you’ve been away from Ted since you started dating and you missed him terribly.
When you got a message from Ted asking you to meet him early at Nelson Road this morning, you wasted no time.
“Ted?”
“Well, hey there sugar plum.”
God, he was a sight for sore eyes. His hair was slightly disheveled, stubble growing where he hadn’t shaved in a few days, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms.
“Hi.”
He’s leaving against his desk, folding his arms over his chest. “Sorry to bother you so early, I just - we’ve been so busy and I haven’t gotten to see ya and I just wanted a little time for us, sorry it has to be like this.”
“That’s alright. God, I missed you.” You sprint to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest.
“Me too, sugar. You have no idea.” You can feel the vibrations of his chest underneath you when he speaks. His hands are reaching up to rub your back.
“You know, this is the longest I’ve gone without kissing you.” Ted says.
“Oh yeah? How you holding up?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not well. I’m all upside down and sideways. I almost put shaving cream on my toothbrush this morning.”
You looked up at him, taking his chin in your hand and running your hand over the stubble forming there. “Well, thank goodness you made it back to me in one piece. We should probably take care of that kiss situation before anything bad happens to you.”
You lean up and begin pressing kisses to his jaw but he quickly grabs you face and lifts your head up to his lips. Thank god no one is here because you’re practically moaning into his mouth.
He turns you over and lifts you up onto his desk, reversing your positions. He stands between your legs, running his hands up your thighs while you undo the buttons of his shirt. The cold, hard wooden desk wasn’t exactly the ideal spot for this, but at the moment, neither you really seemed to care. Once you had undone all the buttons you were pushing the fabric off his shoulders, you dip down and kiss the sensitive spots of his neck, whimpering while you writhed beneath him. Ted was losing his mind at the sensations you were creating. Your mouth was sucking at his pulse points, body pressed up against his. With your legs wrapped around his lower half, you’re pulling his growing erection closer towards you, Ted was acutely aware that only a bit of fabric separated him from your sweet pussy.
Fuck it, he decides. Your dress has already risen to an obscene height and he guides the material up your body, encouraging you to lift your arms and remove the garment completely.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers against your mouth.
You move your hands to undo his belt. Ted always takes such care to make sure that you’re satisfied and you really want to make this one about him. You were pushing his khakis off his body but once you started to go for his boxers, he grabs your wrists.
“Honey…” he warns, he is still kissing on your chest but he is acutely aware that you’re in public and while your both here early, that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t show up at any moment.
“No sex, Ted. Not right now. I don’t think we’re gonna have time for that this morning. But, you’ve been away and I want to make this good for you.” Even though you are the only two there, you’re still whispering like someone could bust in at any moment. “Don’t worry about me. Just let yourself enjoy it.”
He lets out a whimper at your words and nods letting you continue pushing off his boxers. You can feel his erection buck forward towards you once you completely get his clothes off. Reaching down, you push your panties, leaving you both completely naked. Ted could feel himself getting impossibly hard. He hasn’t really anticipated things going this far but he trusted you enough to do as you said, to just let his body react and enjoy your movements. He loved the way you felt moving underneath him. He leaned you back onto the desk and took in the sight you pinned beneath his body. You took his cock in your hand, stroking him, seeming to take your time over every ridge and groove as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with it. He moaned out in response to your movements.
“Oh my god - honey.” He croaks out.
Your other hand crawled up to the back of his head and you pull him down into a hungry kiss, quieting his moans with your own mouth as you continue to stoke his cock. Ted’s breathing is getting heavier when he begins to feel you position the head of his cock just outside the center of your pussy.
He tenses up, you break the kiss and force him to look at you. “Relax, baby.”
He nods although he really wasn’t sure what your were about to do.
“Look at me.” You whisper. He fought to keep his eyes open and focused on you. When he felt you take the tip of his cock and grind it against the wetness of your pussy, he thought he was going to lose his mind.
“Oh god”. He moans out. It takes every ounce of self control he has to keep from thrusting his hips forward and entering you. He knows how tight you would be and being away you from you for so long, he wants you badly, more than he wants his next breath.
You’re far from unaffected yourself. You were naked. He was on top of you. His chest on perfect display for you, his cock positioned at your entrance, teasing your pussy, causing you to practically drop onto the surface of his desk.
It wouldn’t have taken much. All you would have to do is slide your body a few inches down and he’d be inside you. But you knew this wasn’t the place for it. People would be filing in any minute, if they haven’t already. You can feel your self control beginning to slip so you decide to reposition yourself so that temptation wasn’t just a breath away.
Ted groaned at the loss of sensation, but there was also a sense of relief since he wouldn’t have to fight with his body to remain in control.
Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would have been able to hold out. To compensate for the loss, you tighten the grip you had on him and watched his eyes fall shut. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, maintaining smooth, even stokes on his cock.
It wasn’t sex, but it felt amazing. Ted looked down at you, his lips brushing against yours as he continued to thrust into your hand. The sounds of your moans and the feel of your body, naked against his own, was enough to send him to the brink.
He began to move harder and faster against you, his breathing growing more erratic, until with one final push, he finally reached his release. He collapsed against you, trying to catch his breath. Once he finally did, he rolled off you.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” He whispers, kissing the side of your head.
“Geez, sorry honey. It looks like I made a mess of you.”
You give him a shy smile as you start to clean yourself off and get redressed, “don’t worry about it.” You assured him. Ted retrieved his boxers and khakis and put them back on. You sneak into the bathroom to finish cleaning yourself up and make it look like you hadn’t just been engaging in incredibly naughty behavior in the workplace.
Once you return, you see Ted with a sheepish expression on his face, holding up a cup of coffee. “Sorry, darling. I bought this for ya this morning but I guess I got so wrapped up in our activity there that I forgot to give it to you. It’s probably cold by now.”
You take the cup from him anyway. “That’s alright.” Truthfully, after what you just did with Ted, you didn’t really think you’d need it.
You could hear the chatter of voice down the hall coming closer. Ted did a quick inspection of the office to make sure you hadn’t left behind any evidence of this morning’s events.
Ted gives you one final kiss goodbye. When he pulls back he whispers, “we’ll um - finish up the rest of this tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, Coach.”
He groans. He can’t tell if you genuinely don’t know how much it turns him on when you call him coach or if you do know and you do it anyway just to get a rise out of him.
“Love you, honey.”
You quip back, “I love you more.”
He grins at you, “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I guess that’s just something we’ll have to settle tonight too.”
You give him one last kiss and you’re out the door, on the way to your own office before he can even process your words.
Glancing at the clock, he wants to scream at the amount of hours that stand between him and the promised tonight. He loves coaching. His loves this team. but god, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you had in store for him.
If he knows you as well as he thinks he does, he was sure it was bound to make him lose his fucking mind.
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Hi! So I was possibly wondering if you could do a lil something where reader is someone who is easily flustered and has a massive and I mean GIANT crush on the newly summoned ghoul, phantom. (Because I am totally normal about phantom) and little does reader know phantom also has this little massive giant crush as well and they are both like dancing around each other, and the other ghouls are like sick of their shit. Just like fluff fluff fluff ya know? I believe phantom deserves the best and I just wanna stare lovingly at him and memorize every little detail like a totally sane person :D
I’m so sorry that was kinda long 😭
I was already brainstorming when you sent the second one and I thought “oh this is PERFECT” >:]] hehehehe
Have some fluffy New Year’s party ghoul stuff
“What’s that?”
“It’s eyeliner.”
“Why’s it in like a bottle? Rory and Rain told me it’s a pencil.”
“I like the liquid more. I think it’s easier to use.”
Phantom makes a little ‘oh’ sound at your explanation. You try not to smile as you bring the tip of the brush to your eye. You can see Phantom staring at you with rapt attention through the mirror. His tail flicks every so often causing his piercings to jingle.
You were in the middle of getting ready for the New Year’s party that the Ministry decided to host, though it was more of an excuse to make sure the Siblings were starting the year right with a night full of sin than to actually celebrate the passage of time. Phantom had slinked into your room when he spied you doing your makeup through the crack of your door. He scared the shit out of you at first, but when they sat down on your little stool with a quiet purr, completely absorbed with everything you were doing, you couldn’t send them away. Well that and the absolutely massive crush you had on them. You thought it was a little silly, stereotypical, to fall head over heels for the new ghoul, but his sweet voice and never ending energy enthralled you. Luckily as a Sibling turned techie you were able to spend time with them without making it obvious.
“Can you give me that?”
They pick up the bottle of setting spray and hand it to you, fingers brushing against yours. You can feel the prickle of heat on your cheeks as you turn away from him. You close your eyes and spritz yourself a few times.
“What do you think?” You ask turning back towards him.
They stare at you with big round eyes for what seems like hours and you feel a gnawing deep in your gut.
“You’re so…it’s really sparkly” they smile so wide you can see every little fang.
“I thought the gold eyeshadow would be a fun touch.”
“I really really like it” his tail wags behind him.
“Want me to do yours?”
Their ears perk up “really!? You’d do that!”
“Of course I would Phant. Since you like it so much.”
He nods his head so it makes you laugh.
“Alright okay. Go get ready and we’ll go from there.”
They jump up so fast they almost fall over. Phantom runs out the door, throwing a little wave over his shoulder. While you wait for him to come back you sort through your supplies trying to come up with a good look for him. You tossed a few ideas around, but all of them fell through when you thought about the tone of his purple gray skin. All except one. You were hesitant to do it, you didn’t want there to be any assumptions, but you knew the same gold you used for yourself would look even better on him.
He came back faster than you thought, though, leaving with no time to think of a different look. He’s in a simple black button down with a gold tie undone around his neck. Now you really couldn’t pick a different color for them.
“Have you ever had your makeup done before?” You ask motioning for him to sit back on the little stool.
“Rory likes to try new things on me” he grins “and Rain’s been showing me how to do it myself!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! I really like it. It makes me feel pretty.”
You’re gorgeous
You bite your tongue and grab a spare headband. You gently brush his hair out of his face before putting it on him. He closes his eyes as you reach for the piles of brushes and pallets.
You stare at them as you work, taking in every detail of their face. You memorize every little branch of his lichtenberg figure scars. The slight sparkle to his skin you’d only ever notice this close up. The way his nose randomly twitches.
You memorize the feel of his face. The soft fuzz that covers his skin. The slight bump of the scars. The little buzz of quintessence just below the surface.
You pull your brush away from his eye and just look at him. He’s gorgeous to you with his eyes closed and a tiny little smile on his face. For just a moment you think about what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder if their lips would be as soft as their face. You wonder if they’d taste like the ozone that follows them. You wonder if they’d even kiss you back.
“Can I open?”
“Not yet” you fluster “I gotta do the other eye. Was just making sure you're symmetrical” You shake your head a little and then get back to work.
“There now I’m finished. Take a look.”
They open their eyes and look at the mirror. They gasp. His tail wags so hard it hits you in the leg.
“We you made us match! It’s so cool!”
“Yeah” you laugh at him “I thought the gold would look best on you and it’s a good thing I went with it” you gesture to the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
“Huh” they look down “oh! I forgot about that. Could uh…help me? I don’t know how, Cirrus does it for me.”
You turn him to face you, helping him tie it. You smooth your hands over his shoulders before turning him back towards the mirror.
“How’s that?”
He pulls you into a hug, rocking you a little.
“I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you for doing this for me.”
You stare into the reflection as Phantom hugs you tight. The first thing you notice is how red you look. The second is how well your outfit and Phantom’s work together. Add that with your now matching makeup and it was almost like you were going to the party with them. Almost.
“We should go to the party together!”
What…
“What?”
He lets go of you “I think it would be fun!”
“Aren’t you uh aren’t you going with the other ghouls?”
“Well I mean yeah technically but we should still do it!”
Calm down and use your words you fool!
“Yes! Yeah you’re right it would be fun. Let’s do it.”
They trill and hug you again so hard they lift you a little into the air. You think your back cracks.
The party is held in the main chapel. The pews stored who knows where to turn the unholy space into the perfect ballroom. You used to hear stories of the fantastic balls that were thrown in the Ministry in honor of the Dark Lord, now that same place is filled with ghoul and human alike dancing, drinking, grinding with each other.
You and Phantom hang near one of the tables, neither of you wanting to jump right into the crowd. You grab some punch for you both, blissfully unaware that it’s been spiked by a certain Dewdrop and Sunshine ghoul. You sip and chat about whatever comes to mind. You also have to briefly explain to Phantom the concept of New Years from a human perspective.
“You’re forgetting the most important part dear Sibling” Swiss saunters over to where you and Phantom stand.
You raise an eyebrow.
“You forgoooot to tell them you have to kiss someone when it’s midnight” he wiggles his eyebrows at Phantom.
“Kiss someone?”
“Yeah it’s just some silly tradition that people do. Something about setting the tone for the rest of the year.”
“Silly” Swiss clutches his chest like he’s been wounded “What’s silly about wanting to start the year with some loooove.”
You briefly wonder how many drinks Swiss has had already.
“I have to kiss someone?”
“No Phant you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Nobody is gonna make you.”
In an instant Swiss seems to sober up “Sibling, do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?”
“Of course not. I’ll be right here when you’re done with him.”
Swiss grins and grabs Phantom by the arm dragging him along. You crane your neck to see them to the opposite side of the room where Mountain and Cumulus are standing. Suddenly you wish you had ghoul senses or the ability to read lips as you watch the very animated conversation. Cumulus’ eyes flick over accidentally catching yours. Swiss elbows her and laughs, turning back towards the conversation.
You feel yourself go red. They were definitely talking about you. What could they possibly be talking about? Had you done something? Were they upset that Phantom went with you?
You notice Phantom glancing back over at your table and they’re practically glowing. No wait, they were glowing. The lichtenberg scars are lit up with quintessence. They looked nervous.
You decide maybe it would do you good to get some air. The heat from the party and whatever the hell was in your drink was making you feel fuzzy. You leave through one of the back doors of the chapel that thankfully weren’t locked. It spits you out into the courtyard. You sit on one of the stone benches and stare up at the twinkling stars.
“Hi.”
You jump hearing Phantom’s voice.
“Hi.”
You don’t look at him. You continue to gaze at the sky. He sits next to you on the bench.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
You
“Life. How lucky I was to join the Ministry and do something I’m passionate about. How excited I am to see what the year has for us.”
“Us?”
You feel that prick on your skin and your mind telling you to backpedal, come up with an excuse, but you don’t. A nice feeling of warmth has spread through your body and you feel relaxed. You feel your nerves melt.
“I mean…you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so there’ll be plenty of us in the new year. We can hang out more.”
“You wanna hang out with me?”
“Phant of course I do! You’re so sweet! And silly! I just never know what to say.”
It’s silent for a beat.
“You know I can read thoughts, right?”
You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say.
“When someone touches me I can feel their thoughts.”
Oh. OH.
He reaches his hand out, hesitating for a moment. When you don’t try to shift away they place their hand on yours. You turn and look at them and you see the universe looking back. You don’t know if it’s the drinks, some freaky quintessence magick, or something else but everything feels honey slow. Your eyes trace the features you were so enamored with when they were in your room.
Scars
Fuzz
Nose
Lips
Under the glow of the pale moonlight you can practically see every constellation in those little, discrete sparkles of his skin. Their mouth moves and all you can think about is kissing them. He can feel it. He repeats himself, shifting closer to you.
“I think I like you.”
You kiss him. You can’t think of anything to do. It’s all your mind can focus on. It’s soft and sweet and he tastes like frost covered apples and ozone. You feel that buzz of quintessence rise and pop in the air. It feels warm. It feels like coming home and seeing people you haven’t in years. It feels like cuddling under a new blanket. It feels like the first sip of a warm drink after playing in the snow.
When the kiss breaks you keep your foreheads pressed together. You can feel him smile before laughter fills the courtyard. He kisses you again and again and again. The Ministry bell tower rings out and they pull you in and kiss you long and deep, not letting go until the chimes fall silent.
“I hope I did it right. Is it breaking the rules to do it before midnight?” he whispers.
“Even if it was, I wouldn't care. As long as you promise more for the whole year.”
“Deal” he giggles
“Happy new years Phantom” you kiss him again.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#phantom ghoul#the band ghost fic#phantom x reader#golfball writes
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Genuinely thinking about getting tag teamed by Myc and Andre. Or Myc laying one of their tentacles on readers head, and reader just grabs it and starts playing with it, completely unaware that it’s actually an erroneous zone. They’re just messing with it and Myc is going through a very interesting time.
EEEHEHEHE >:) <3333 ok this is an old ask but the idea of getting Tag Teamed by Myc and Andre is WRACKING my brain rn. so. IM GONNA RUN W/ THAT <3333 TYSM TYSM TYSM-
NSFT!!! minors go away!! Possible tw for Drugs (Myc and his Weird Psychoactive Gunk)
GRGRKGKRKG,,,, options,,, choices,, hgrnurngunrnrugnrungung p e n i s
oh so they’re gonna corrupt you
THEY’RE GONNA CORRUPT YOU SO BAD!!!! WORSE THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED!!!
I feel like getting tag-teamed by them is almost inevitable if you’re getting w/ one of them. They’re sort of a package deal. Bare minimum, it’ll be suggested over coffee once or twice
it usually starts out as,, just one of them??
individually they are such GRABBY BASTARD SMDSND + they’re literally ready to fuck,, whenever.
this does mean that if one of them catches you two fucking, the other one will ABSOLUTELY JOIN IN <333 COME ON
HM LETS SEE
Handcuffs aren't necessary when one of your fuck buddies has 6 arms <3
TRULY IF YOU WANNA BE PINNED, MYC WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE.
It’s easy for most people to forget, but his tentacles are strong. Rope strong. He could keep you pinned in any manner of positions for a senselessly long time without breaking a sweat.
You need your legs up, so that Andre can get that One Specific Angle that turns your brain into jelly? ‘Don’t worry babe, I’ve got ya covered’
OR EVEN. LIKE.
Two tentacles for the arms, two for the legs, two for any assorted holes that Andre may be incapable of filling <3 or even just if,, he wants to get you extra squirmy. You can take two, right?
It’s also super efficient bc. Yeah Andre fucks kinda sloppy, and has a tendency to accidentally move y’all around with his thrusting. (mm. you’ve accidentally bumped your skull on the headboard a few times MNSDMS)
SO!! It’s nice to have Myc there to,, keep you two stuck in place <3
ALSO TANGENT BUT. Two things I feel like Myc would love is :
Stuffing one of his tentacles in there w/ his dick, along with some comment about how ‘maybe if his dick wasn’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to ;)’
Wrapping a tentacle or two around Andre’s hips, and fucking you for him. This is especially good when Andre starts losing energy <3 Myc can easy hold his wiry ass up, so he basically just uses him as a Very Loud, Giggling Dildo <333
ALSO THESE BOYS ARE INCAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP
Each individually is extremely vocal + chatty during sex. Both of them combined is torment (affectionate)
They’re absolutely shameless. Any comments that come to the surface will be said.
Also don’t be surprised if they pull some ''Good-Cop-Bad-Cop'' shit, with one of them degrading you and the other praising you.
Laying against Andre's body, feeling his hands dig into your thighs to keep you still, while Myc tests the limit of just how stretchy human holes are?? Your poor cock-addled brain is gonna be absolutely flooded with their rambling.
It's all very 'Je-sus, aren't you an overachiever. Three deep and you're still lookin' for more, huh?'
'aww hehe, look at how well they’re doing!
'Aw, you're always spoiling em! If they can get a fourth one in, then maybe we can start talkin' about 'good' '
etc, etc, ad nauseum, carpet diem, you get the drill. They're little bastards who like the sound of their own voices MSNDMSNDMSN
OH AND ANDRE WILL,, 1000% JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIEW WHILE MYC HAS HIS FUN SMNSMDN
There’s something very stimulating to just,, having an outside view of the action. You and Myc being completely undone, while he’s able to be,, a Calm and Collected Outside Observer is EXTREMELY RARE FOR ANDRE SMNSMD
It’s definitely not an Always thing, just an Occasional thing.
Getting different angles?? talking back-and-forth w/ Myc, while his tentacles fuck you open like he’s drilling for oil? Absolute perfection.
He’s not always gonna be a Pair Of Needy Eyes In The Corner Of The Room, though, he does sometimes like getting closer to the action!!
LIKE I can totally see him sitting on the bed beside y’all while Myc has his fun. Just,, lazily kissing your cheek every once and a while, loosely jacking himself off. Maybe a bit of wisecracking <33
granted, you don’t remember much of it bc. After the third tentacle your brain kinda goes a little squirmy, but the thought is sweet nonetheless <3
ADDITIONAL MISC STUFF??
Myc being into bukkake + Andre being a little freak (adoring) means that you will be coated in fluids of several origins. The bath afterwards is magical tho so it's worth it
OHO getting railed (anally) by Myc feels a bit like a Very Horny Colonoscopy. If you ask, those puppies will go deep. like,, deep deep. Like 'oh my god, it feels like you're in my throat' deep.
and,, yeah usually that wouldn't be all that pleasant, but the Delightful, Stimulating Properties that his tentacle goo evokes turns the experience Transcendental.
Your entire torso feels kinda,, tingly and sensitive and full?? every time he shifts, it feels like he’s hitting alllll the spots you need at once. He says its something about the psychoactive properties, but you’re too fucked out to really care <3
he’s also super gentle - even if his tendrils are super slick and blunt, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’s a jerk, sure, but he’s not an asshole.
[and,, yeah those are definitely the times Andre takes a bit more of a back-seat role. Lots of praise n' giggling. He just lays back and runs his hands along your body, maybe even against your stomach-intestine area to enjoy the way Mycs tendrils make your stomach bulge]
Was possessed by the spirit of Tentacle Porn (tm) SMDNSMDN I COULD GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOR CENTURIES, BUT I'LL LEAVE THIS HERE <333 MWAH THIS WAS SO FUN, THANK YOU SO DEARLY!!!
#*gestures have this*#GOD I FORGET HOW WEIRD ANSWERING ASKS FEELS AFTER NOT DOING IT IN A WHILE SMDNS#ik I promised to be insufferable </3 but I was shy so you get my insufferability (???) now MSNDMASNDM#nsft#minors dni#myc#andre lee#magic myc#andre lee x reader#magic myc x reader#inside job#inside job x reader#NSABDSNBDNASBD#*hannibal lecter voice* hello anise#anise if u read this. haha loser get tentacled.#GOD AND YOU KNOW ANDRE WOULD MAKE SOME DUMB JOKE LIKE 'aww the baby's kicking!' when mycs tendrils bulge your stomach#downside of it would also be. ur gonna be LEAKING FLUID FOR DAYSSS SMDNSMDN. THE MESS IS SO RIDICULOUS
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Mutual
AO3 Link
Rating: E, explicit
Warnings: masturbation, being overheard (voyeurism?), orgasms | Fem reader, second person POV, present tense
Whipped this up in the parking lot while waiting for my shift to start. I have more ideas for it if this does well enough.
~700 Words
Hunter/ F! Reader
You’ve been with Clone Force 99 for several weeks, and you’re surprised by how well you integrated into the squad. You get along with everyone, save for Hunter. He can’t seem to decide if he wants you around or not. On missions, you work together just fine, but in the squad’s downtime, he does his best to avoid you completely. To say that it’s frustrating would be an understatement. Especially since you’re so attracted to him.
The Marauder is currently in hyperspace, headed back to Coruscant after a mission, and everybody is asleep but you. What was supposed to be simple recon earlier in the day had gone very wrong, and at one point you and Hunter had to slip into a tight gap between buildings to avoid being captured. He’d gone in first, then yanked you in behind him. He held you into place with one hand on your hip and another behind your neck. Your hands were gripping his shoulders, and the two of you were chest to chest. It was the closest you had ever been to the Sargent, and now, lying awake in your bunk, you can’t help the flood of arousal that consumes you as you think about it, and him in general.
You sit up and peek out at the others from behind your privacy curtain. Everyone’s still asleep. You pull your head back and make sure the curtain is completely hiding you and your bunk. You shimmy out of your shorts and lie back down, pulling your tank top up and exposing your chest. Your hand slips down between your legs, but you hesitate before touching yourself. You weren’t too worried about getting caught, but you still had reservations about getting yourself off while surrounded by men. Debating, you close your eyes and vividly recall the expression on Hunter’s face when you were so close earlier. His pupils had been blown, he was panting slightly through parted lips as he kept eye contact with you, and he had pulled you forward enough that you were mere inches from his face.
‘Oh to hell with it,’ you think, biting your lip. You softly exhale, and experimentally drag your thumb along your clit. When your hips twitch in response, you bite back a moan, then begin moving in earnest, eventually dipping into your pussy and using your own juices to rub circles against your clit with little effort. With one hand busy, you massage one of your breasts with the other. You roll your pebbled nipple between two fingers and pinch, though not enough to hurt.
As your hands work, you allow yourself to relax and fantasize about what you wanted to happen in that tight space with Hunter today. You quickly imagine your hands as his, his fingers plunging into you as he hovers above you, his hair out of the bandana and curtaining his face as he watches you come undone for him. You’re so focused on this that you forget where you are and a soft moan of his name leaves your lips. As your peak approaches, you have no idea that Hunter has also been lying awake, and he could hear everything.
His bunk is behind yours, the two of you separated only by a thin wall. He could smell it when you’d first gotten wet, but he was able to hold back from also touching himself. You’re a teammate and it wouldn’t be right, no matter how much he wants you. But then he heard you say his name, and he can’t ignore how painfully hard he is. Hunter grits his teeth as he frees his cock, already leaking precum. He uses this to lube up his hand and stroke himself, and by the time he hears your breath hitch, his peak is already just as close as yours.
You come first with another gasp of Hunters name, fucking your hand through your orgasm and not really trying to be quiet. Afterwards, as you lie in your bunk, catching your breath, your entire body freezes when you hear a soft ‘fuck’, followed by a muffled groan, coming from his bunk behind yours.
Oh sweet Maker, he heard you.
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Topsy Turvy Days in Pomefiore
A Pomefiore full of characters I enjoy… 🤡 Can you tell this was the one I was most excited to write for–
Pspspspspps 👀 If you like the idea of Pomefiore!Leona (or at least Leona in the Pomefiore dorm uniform), read this one-shot!!
The Beautiful Queen, and her Spirit of Tenacity.
Leona Kingscholar…
… has an ear tugged by Vil and receives a stern lecture. “You won’t sully the good name of Pomefiore, Leona,” Vil nags, “you’ll tuck your shirt in and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Act like the prince that you are, for heaven’s sake!” (Leona responds with an eye roll and a voice drenched with sarcasm. “Excuse me for my poor manners. I didn’t realize who’d died and made you Queen. Last I checked, you’re still playing pretend in your fancy get-ups. I don’t think you’re in any position to order me around.”)
He has no intention of upholding traditions or living up to any of Pomefiore’s rigorous standards for appearance (both in looks and in etiquette). Leona just pulls up and starts bossing others around like he owns the place. Of course, the Pomfiore students take offense to this sort of unrefined behavior—but their power and status dwarfs Leona’s, so, like well-drained show dogs, they begrudgingly follow his orders. (They grumble under their breaths about of “Vil-sama would never stoop so low!” and complain and gossip behind Leona’s back; he can hear them, but he doesn’t care enough to intervene. Let them talk. Let word reach Vil, Leona smirks, whatever will piss him off more.)
The Pomefiore students do make efforts to teach Leona their ways, but even the boldest of the bunch come off as demure or unassertive compared to Leona, who boasts both confidence and charisma. The most they can muster as a group is holding Leona down while they fit him into his Pomefiore uniform (which is ruined the very next day with a various creases, the sash coming undone and the robes slipping down his torso—Leona had gone to sleep in it after taking mandatory pictures to satisfy his annoying family). Upon seeing him in such a state of disarray, one student fainted and another mob had to catch them. (“G-Get a hold of yourself. B-kun!!”)
Jade is a pain in his backside. To Leona, he’s no better than Rook–a slimy bastard slinking around in the shadows, keeping a trained eye on others and waiting for them to divulge their secrets, their weaknesses. Every time their paths cross in the corridors of Pomefiore, Jade smiles and greets him, offering up his services to the young prince… only to be completely snubbed. “My, such unbecoming behavior…” the eel tuts, his beady eyes glinting with amusement. “Like I give a damn what you think,” Leona retorts. “Don’t get in my way, and we won’t have any problems.” “Fufufu, understood. I’m pleased that we were able to come to a mutual agreement.”
Ortho reminds Leona a little too much of Cheka with his energy, enthusiasm, and general bubbliness. At any given time, Leona could be snoozing or lazing about in a public area, only for Ortho to pop up and ask if he wants to build a snowman or something. Leona has to throw a bone to him (aka send Ortho off to research something) just to get the kid to leave him alone… but Ortho shortly returns with glittering eyes and a detailed report to present! There’s no shaking him off, so Leona has to put up with Ortho trailing after him, asking questions, and providing pointless invitations. Still, Ortho’s earned a bit of Leona’s respect! “You’ve got real guts rolling into a lion’s den without a care in the world.” The kid’s got a backbone, unlike his daikon radish sprout of a brother.
He runs late for almost every function (on purpose). Mobs try to wake up Leona to no avail—he either chases them off with an angry glare and a roar, or he’ll dismiss them with the oh-so-clever excuse of, “I thought Pomefiore was all about living up to the Beautiful Queen’s legacy. I’m only respecting that by getting all the beauty sleep I need. We’re not the same.” Leona then pulls the covers back over his head, effectively shutting down the conversation. (The mob students proceed to seethe about his lack of manners and lament that a “slob” like Leona “sleeps prettier” than any of them do.)
What started as clear animosity later grows into an odd sense of respect for Leona’s style. In fact, he ends up setting new trends in Pomefiore (which Vil may not be so happy about when he returns). Windswept (aka Leona’s bedhead) hair is in style! Loose, messy clothing and natural, wild makeup looks are what’s in vogue! An effortless kind of beauty, the “I just woke up like this!” look, is what’s desirable now! Like a flock of subservient sheep, they shape themselves in Leona’s image. “Hahaha! Oh, this is rich,” he drawls. Wait ‘til Vil gets a load of this.
Thank the Seven a certain huntsman isn’t around to stalk him—but unfortunately, there’s one arch nemesis Leona can’t completely run from… vegetables!! At Pomefiore group meals, his plate is piled high with them before he’s served. He’ll tend to eat around them (only consuming the meat, sometimes grains), but here’s Jade, suddenly magically at his side with a smile, tutting and insisting that he clean his plate! “Go on, have a bite.” It seems that Jade’s the only one around here strong-willed enough to butt heads with Leona, but he only ever uses that power for petty things that will annoy the beastman!
“Tch. This place reminds me of the palace back home. Fools putting on airs thinking it’ll impress people, gilded halls and decorations, empty and shallow words. ‘S not worth it to change who you are to please others, cuz sooner or later you’ll learn that those efforts are futile. Instead of conforming to Pomefiore, I’ve made it conform to me. No stuffy rules or tradition will keep me down.”
Jade Leech…
… is able to chameleon his way into any group as he sees fit, and Pomefiore is no different. With his prim and proper looks and persona, he’s readily accepted into the fold despite initial apprehension. Ah, the irony is sweet—when Jade was last here, he was acting under a ruse to gain free promotion for the Mostro Lounge from Vil. Now that Jade is at Pomefiore a second time, he has a genuine interest in picking up its secrets for himself…
Humility is the name of the game. Jade keeps a low profile to maintain his image for the new cliques that he hangs with. Polite, modest, reserved, and willing to lend a hand when needed: that is the niche that he fulfills. It gives him an easy “in” to any conversations and gossip circulating among the social circles in the dorm, with the Pomefiore students none the wiser that Jade’s listening in and tucking away the information for the future.
The uniform suits him well; there’s a natural grace and finesse to Jade that translates well into elegant strides. One may just mistake him for a swan gliding across a glittering lake–before realizing, far too late, that he’s actually a sharp-toothed predator going in for a kill. The very embodiment of “looks can be deceiving” is Jade dressed up in fancy robes and a smile.
He tries to reach out to Leona too, but the beastman quickly rejects his advances. “Save it for someone who’s naive enough for fall for your silver tongue,” Leona snarls, slamming the door in Jade’s face. (… And so, Jade turns to Ortho, which makes Leona snort. “Are you seriously going after a kid now? Even for you slimy seafood like you, that’s low.” (It’s not like he intervened because he was concerned about Ortho, he just wanted to get in a blow on Jade’s pride.) The tension between them has been high since then, like that of two predators fighting over the same scraps of food.
Speaking of Ortho, he’s an obedient little helper and another source of information to Jade! (After all, there are some things that only a child gets to hear.) They trade gossip all the time, with Jade often rewarding him with small treats (Idia recently invented an oral intake attachment for Ortho to use). It’s also just fun for Jade to have casual conversations with Ortho in general. Even though Ortho looks young and acts so innocent, he knows a lot since he’s always plugged into the internet, which results in very fascinating tangents between him and Jade. (Now the question is, how much of a bad influence does Jade want to be on this poor child before he’s sent back to Idia?)
As a student of Pomefiore, Jade has newfound access to their tomes and other potionology resources. There’s some interesting herbs, plants, fungi, and flowers that can only be found on this dorm’s land, which Jade makes good use of in his personal concoctions. He’s so kind as to share these brews with (unknowing) Pomefiore students! If they experience any adverse effects, he quietly makes a note of them for himself, but feigns ignorance when his subjects wail after once sip of his “tea”–before breaking out in bright blue spots all over their faces. “Oh dear… Now how did that happen? I haven’t the faintest idea, I was certain the blend was purely dried black tea leaves and apples.”
Jade gains a stronger appreciation for the arts. He has always wished to improve his drawing skills so that he can sketch the various mushroom specimens he discovers during his mountain hikes, and Pomefiore is the perfect place to gain new aesthetic perspective. Jade sees the world anew, all the little details he never really noticed before: the sunlight and how it refracts across different surfaces, the lithe form of water, the different shapes and textures of various caps, stalks, and petals… His sketches become all livelier as a result.
He gains a new hobby in the form of preserving/pressing plants and flowers. The process is simple, something he picked up from his Pomefiore peers–and the results can be repurposed for prettying up his beloved terrariums, as well as adding color to the journals in which he documents his nature excursions and experiments in.
“Oya, oya... I was not disappointed with my second stay at Pomefiore. I was able to glean much information. What information and for what purpose, you may ask? You need not concern yourself with the particulars. As I was saying, the world above certainly has many marvels unique to it. It is thanks to that that I do not find myself bored. Fufufu, Pomefiore has my sincerest gratitude for that.”
Ortho Shroud…
… had to reassure his big brother that they’d be fine going their separate ways (”Geez, Nii-san! It’ll be fine! I can always hack into NRC’s security ecamera feeds to check up on you.”)! He also had to promise Idia that he wouldn’t do anything dangerous while in Pomefiore (imagine how aggro the headmaster would get if Ortho unleashed a laser beam in their oldest dormitory and destroyed it!). Idia double and triple checks that Ortho’s on “child/safe mode” before sending him away.
Ortho designed a Pomefiore Gear just for this occasion (with some help from his Nii-san to assemble it)! The gear looks very similar to the Pomefiore dorm uniform, but constructed from metal plating and loose wires to emulate dangling threads. Look–when Ortho twirls midair, the aerodynamic metal plates even flare out like it would if it was real fabric! He loves the idea of making his own outfits so much that he scoured the internet and crunched data in preparation for Pomefiore, so on his first day he enters as a fashionista with a brand new program that allows him to alter his Pomefiore Gear into other outfit variations!
Ortho almost instantly becomes a hit in Pomefiore. There’s no shortage of students gushing over how adorable he is, or how unique his Gears (outfits) are. Some Pomefiore students even take to adopting Ortho as their “son” or the “baby” of their friend groups, doting on the little android every time he greets them. (It kills Idia when he learns that his baby brother has become “one of the popular kids”.)
He’s a little disappointed that Rook isn’t around. Ortho had intended to dedicate some time studying him–this abnormal human whose vitals didn’t change, even for a supposedly surprised reaction. However, Ortho will happily settle for observing Jade Leech (who’s just as mysterious) instead! Ortho’s easily spotted by Jade, who invites him over for a chat. He’s bit a child—it wouldn’t do for Jade to mercilessly hunt him and shake him down to demand what the intent was in spying.
Ortho convinces Leona to game with him by threatening to blast loud music to disturb his naps if he doesn’t! What game? Chess!! Pomefiore just so happens to keep an intricate glass set for their lounge. It’s an intense battle between a cunning cat and a supercomputer, concluding in a spectacular tie. “Heh. You’re not half bad, kid,” Leona smirks. He doesn’t offer his hand to shake, so Ortho seizes it, grinning from ear to ear. “It was fun, Leona Kingscholar-san!! We should have a rematch sometime soon!”
… Remember how Idia put Ortho in a “safe” mode? Well, all that really does is amp down his settings so that the lasers he does fire aren’t technically lethal or able to deal any significant damage. Ortho repurposes his lasers for quick and easy on-the-go- tailoring! He can scan someone and instantly know what fit is most appropriate for them, then warms up his lasers to alter their clothing according.
Ortho has a lot of fun just exploring Pomefiore and its rich history (”Look at this stuff! Isn’t it neat?)! He’d usually just search this stuff up online, but there are some things that only firsthand experience and field work can teach him. (For example, he didn’t realize that all the Pomefiore students were able to naturally sparkle as though they had glitter oozing out of their pores. “Teach me how to sparkle too, Pomefiore Mob Student-san!”)
He wants to be able to observe different social dynamics between living creatures, so Ortho takes it upon himself to start up some events to bring people together! There’s a book club on Mondays (Ortho can pirate some literature for ya) and movie nights (Ortho is the projector) on Fridays. The students all gather to appreciate the classics and other forms of media and art! Sometimes Ortho even invites friends over to host in the Pomefiore lounge. Most recently, he prepared tea for Trein-sensei and Lucius! (It wasn’t very good, but it’s the thought that counts!) All of these instances have provided Ortho with a bounty of data to analyze, and with each passing day, he comes closer and closer to understanding the human spirit.
“History is analogous to data. We refer to data—and history—to predict and to guide our decisions in the future. That’s why it’s important to learn about the past. I have the entire world wide web at my fingertips, but… I don’t think any of that could replace my experienced here in Pomefiore. The laughs we’ve had, the creativity we’ve shared… Those cannot be replicated or replaced, because they’re ingrained in humanity. It’s what separates a real boy from a puppet.”
#Leona Kingscholar#Jade Leech#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst anni#twisted wonderland anniversary#twst anniversary#twisted wonderland anni#curiouser and curiouser#Ortho Shroud#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland#topsy turvy days#Vil Schoenheit#Mozus Trein#Lucius#Rook Hunt#Idia Shroud#Cheka Kingscholar
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congrats on 100 followers!! next time you blink it’ll be 1000 haha! 💞
for your timestamp drabble event:
38 + 126 + woozi and idk if this is too much to ask but could he be a bit of a loser…? like 0 bitches whatsoever so he doesn’t really know how to act when someone shows interest in him lol 😭
dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!
a/n: thanks anon! y’all are so sweet omg 🥹 this was my first time writing a bitchless pov, so pardon if its not the best 😭😩 😈 0 bitches really sent me LMAOOO i hope y’all are ready!
tags: bitchless! jihoon, female! reader, non-romantic relationship, but you both have a mutual attraction for one another, reader is a TEASE, dirty talk, we’re lowkey back to writing filth 🥴
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38. “you want to have sex with me?”
126. “y-you’re not.. w-wearing anything under that are you?”
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“wait, what?” he says from across his studio, completely stopping his work, turning his chair to face you.
“i mean you’ve been on my mind for a while.”
“s-so what does that mean?”
“it means i like you, jihoon.. but you probably hear that a lot anyway..” he shyly smiles as he runs his fingers through his hair, blushing inside at your words.
“well, not as direct as you,” he whispers at a level that you can hear.
you smirk as you get up from your seat and walk sultry towards him. as you get up, he can’t help but notice how hot you looked in your short black skirt and tiny little crop.
“goddamn,” he thinks to himself. “how is she so fucking sexy right now?” he tries to avoid letting the growing tent in his jeans show, but it might already be too late. he blushes as you get closer, fidgeting with them hem of his shirt.
you place your legs on opposite sides of his and you slowly place your crotch on his clothed dick. you moan loudly at the feeling as you lean further into his touch, hands roaming across chest, mentally foaming at the mouth at how broad he is.
“y-you’re not… w-wearing anything under that are you?” you bite your lip as you look into his eyes, subtly grinding yourself on his lap. “these panties feel like nothing, i feel like i could leave a spot on your jeans with how wet i’m getting..” you breathlessly laugh as you leave a hickey on his neck. “god, you’re so fucking sexy, i just want you to take me down..”
jihoon has no idea where to put his hands. does he put his hands your boobs? but then your ass looks so good in this skirt, so maybe your ass? but he wants to hold you by your hips so he can guide you on him. he decides to put them on your hips, going up and down your legs as you continue to grind down on him.
you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you almost don’t realize the new feeling in your core. jihoon puts two fingers into you and you grab his shoulders as your body adjusts to the sensation.
“g-god, f-fuck, ji-jihoon! oh my god, m-more please!!” you beg for him. he continues his pace until you come undone all over his jeans, knowing for sure that a wet spot would be left.
“wow, i- don’t even know what to say,” jihoon laughs as he runs his fingers through your hair. you sit in silence for a few seconds, finally breaking the silence to fulfill your desires.
“jihoon?”
“yeah?”
“you wanna have sex? i’ve never wanted someone as bad as i do now. fuck jihoon, how are you so hot?”
“y-you want to have sex? with me?”
“i need you jihoon,” you say as you take of your top, now topless in front of him. he can’t help but groan at your half-nakedness, wanting to see more of you.
“do you want me too?”
#seventeen smut#seventeen imagine#seventeen imagines#svt smut#svt imagines#seventeen x reader#woozi smut#jihoon smut#woozi imagines#woozi imagine#dsvtt: answered asks
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Day 6. Cream pie/pegging
Prompts by @kroas-adtam !!
Ifrit x mist
Ifrit begs mist to peg him. Mist makes the situation as bad as possible for him.
1k Featuring: fake cum, humiliation/degro (as usual, y’all know what you’re here for) forcefem, using the word cunt/Pussy to refer to ifrit but he’s cis. Calling him a virgin. Cream pie. I really ran with the mist idea here huh. Also mist is a stone top because I said so.
Mist has always been a particular brand of compelling.
She’s often the voice of leadership behind alpha, often is the one who makes sure everyone is where they need to be and that they’re doing what they need to be doing. She completely revels in being in charge, especially being around such large, stoic ghouls.
So when ifrit comes to her door, unable to look her in the eyes asking her to fuck him?
She can barely stop herself from making the situation as bad as possible for him.
Though she’s sure that’s why ifrit is there, why would he ask her of all ghouls?
“You’re asking me to fuck you? Don’t want the real thing do you, you want me” she all but smiles and laughs.
Though Ifrit is easily over a foot taller than her, he feels small. Feels embarrassed about asking for it. He nods meekly.
“Be useful then. Strip, lay on the bed”
He scrambles over himself to listen to her. Easily rids himself of his clothing and lays down against her soft sheets, already half hard. It’s still a shameful feeling to be completely exposed while he watches mist intently start to put on her strap on, still completely clothed. He assumed she would stay like that. Always one to try and add any bit of extra shame if she could, to solidify her position in charge. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it turned him on even more.
It’s not until he sees what she’s picked out for him that he realizes what her plan actually is.
The dildo she picked out was large and thick, a blue color, but that’s not what caught his attention.
It was the large syringe that was attached to it.
“Do you like it?” Mist catches his eye. It’s not hard to notice how ifrit blushes with the idea of what she has planned for him. A particular heat of knowing mist was going to fill him up with a fake simulated cum, the fact that mist was going to fill him at all, and that she planned for this?
Before ifrit could realize it mist was already kneeling on the bed beside him. She looked amused, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Oh, are you excited? Want me to fill your cunt?” Her voice is quiet, low and sultry. Ifrit doesn’t respond, attempts to redirect his gaze.
“Is that not what you want? If you’re not grateful for what i have for you, I’m more than welcome to give it to someone more deserving”
“No, please” ifrit squeaks out.
“Then say it. Tell me how much you want it” he can’t. The words don’t come out.
“Ifrit I don’t like to play games, tell me how much you want me to fill your cunt or you are welcome to leave” she’s being cruel, she’s knows that. But it’s so satisfying to see ifrit come undone beneath her at the simple feminine terms, being treated like her bitch. She’s absolutely running with the power trip and she knows that.
“Mist … please just fuck me don’t make me please” he whines. If mist was any dumber she would’ve believed there may have been tears in his eyes.
“Say it. I won’t ask again”
“Fuck- mist, please fill my cunt”
“There’s a good boy”
Mist starts to work her fingers into him, slow and thoughtfully. She humS thoughtfully,
"or are you my good girl tonight?" It’s a tone that's purely mocking.
Ifrit gets real flustered over it too,
“no.” he barely chokes it out. “ im not a good girl.“
“Oh? Well I only fuck good girls” mist retracts her hand and ifrit practically lunges to try to and keep her in place.
He stammers, curses, his tail wraps around her wrist
and he buries his face in the bed and tries to mumble it once,
“Speak up”
"fuck Mist, i-i'll be a good girl just give it to me-“ he groans.
“There you go, was that so hard?” Mist just smiles at him and once again starts to work her fingers in him, slow punctuated movements.
“Mist please just fuck me already” he begs
“I’ve gotta stretch you out baby, your cunt is so tight, no one ever fuck you properly?”
Every single thing goes straight to his head. Loosening his grip on coherency. He doesn’t even respond to her, just tries to stifle a pathetic whimper he knows she would chastise him for if he decided to be as loud as he wants to be.
“No? Never had a cock up this tight pussy of yours?” Her smile is down right sadistic as ifrit squirms under the words. She continues to pick at the fraying threads of his sanity, like it’s a game. She likely believes it is.
“Oh …. So you’re a virgin sweetheart?”
Ifrits hand flys to cover his mouth as he tries not to sob at the words. He bites down on his tongue and tries to focus on his breathing. Tries not to cry for her, though he knows she would love that. He borders on wanting to beg for it pathetically or not give her the satisfaction, though knowing mist she will pull it out of him one way or another.
“Wow, you poor thing.” She tsks. A mocking sympathy. “So I get to pop my good girls cherry?”
Ifrit fully sobs at the statement
He doesn’t look up at her, knows she probably has a sadistic grin as she starts to assemble her strap on, he can hear it move into place as she rubs his thighs with her other hand.
“Ready for it baby?”
He nods.
It feels bigger than he thought it would. She barely gives him time to adjust before fucking into him properly. She uses both hands to push his legs against his chest, holding him in place. He breathes heavily, breathy curses and whimpers falling from his lips as mist pounds into him. The small ghoulette was surprisingly powerful, forceful with her thrusts. His hands scramble to find purchase in the sheets.
“Come on, you can take it baby, such a good girl for me” she coos at him.
He feels like a sick form of entertainment and it makes a tight heat coil in his stomach. The fact that mist isn’t getting anything out of this besides watching him come undone beneath her. She never wants anything back besides watching someone completely fall apart at her hand, and ifrit fucking loves it.
He yelps as a hand wraps around his cock.
“Mist - mist I won’t last please” he cries
“I know. Want to come for me? Want me to fill your cunt?”
“Mist please just let me cum please” he tries desperately one last time to beg her not to say it.
“Beg me to fill you. Tell me how much you want my cum” she commands as she tightly grips the base of his cock.
“Fuck- fill me mist, cum in me please fill my cunt” he cries out as mist lets go and strokes him properly.
It only takes a couple touches before he comes apart completely, shooting thick and hot all over her hand and stomach.
Mist pushes in the syringe, filling ifrit with the fake cum. It’s warm, wet, he feels messy, he can’t get enough of it.
“There you go, so good for me, nice and full arent you?”
#I ran w this so much jfc#MY BAD#the band ghost#ghost#fanfic#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#wrath writes#mist ghoulette#ifrit ghoul#nsft#kinktober
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i am just completely overcome by him. i am a mess in his hands. god, i would do anything he asked of me, become anything he asked of me, whatever he wants. i’d do it happily and without complaint. i just love him so much it’s like i can’t breathe because my heart takes up so much room in my chest when i’m near him, when i think about him.
#just girly things#i have come completely undone for him and he has no idea but oh well#just thinking about him makes me sweat and fall apart#female student#male teacher crush#male teacher x female student#student x teacher#teacher crush#tc blog#tc community#tc feelings#tc love#teacher x student#male tc#teacher crush community#tc confessions
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For the Halloween fic thing: Trollhunters, set straight after Jim goes into the troll potion but 'came back wrong' trope. The potion had some... Unforseen side effects. And now everyone is on the watch for the thing that used to be Jim.
Ao3
“Hi Barbara! How’s Jim enjoying the east coast?”
Barbara started, glancing up and down the pet food aisle, spotting Miranda from work beaming at her.
“Oh, hi Miranda, yes Jim’s having a blast,”
Miranda chuckled “Just make sure he’s not having too much fun out there, a lot of sixteen year old boys would run wild if they were in his shoes,”
Barbara smiled back at her but it was tight and hard.
“But don’t worry, Jim’s a good boy he’ll be fine,” Miranda glanced down at Barbara’s cart “Oh, did you get a cat?”
“N– no,” Barbara stammered “I’m just helping my neighbor Nancy out with hers,”
“Well be sure to remind her to be careful, I’m sure you’ve heard about all the dogs that have gone missing,”
This time Barbara had to fight to keep her expression neutral “Y– yes, of course,”
“Pretty much any dog that���s been left outside in the past six months has completely vanished,” Miranda tapped her chin “I don’t think cats have started to disappear but you can’t be too careful,”
“R– right, thanks Miranda, I’ll see you at work,” Barbara managed a jerky wave farewell before she retreated and hustled her cart to the front of the store.
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“Barbara I have some good news, but before I tell you I don’t want you to get your hopes up too high,”
She froze, fork frozen in midair inside the can, half the cat food still clinging to the bottom “What is it?”
“Merlin has been captured,”
“...what?”
She set the can and fork back down on the counter with trembling hands, turning around to face Walter fully.
Merlin had promised the potion would change Jim into a troll, that with his new strength he’d be able to kill Gunmar as both troll and hunter.
He’d been half right.
Walter met her gaze without flinching “We were able to get in contact with one of his previous students, a Mr. Casperan, who also has ties to the mage council. None of them are pleased with Merlin’s conduct, and with their help we were able to detain him,”
Barbara staggered towards the table and managed to take a seat across from Walter “And now that we have him can we make him…”
She trailed off seeing the unbearably sad expression on Walter’s face.
“Walter whatever it is just tell me,”
“Barbara–”
“Just tell me!”
He whipped back, stunned at her outburst, before swallowing hard and settling back in his seat “There’s no guarantee Merlin will be able to reverse what he’s done. It’s hard to explain without getting too technical with the magical terms, but the same way you can’t unburn a log–”
“What happened to Jim can never be reversed.” Barbara said flatly “I know, I’ve known that for months now. But even if his condition can’t be undone there’s a chance it could be…alleviated. That we can stabilize Jim, help him communicate and live a normal life,”
Something pained flashed in Strickler’s expression, so fast Barbara nearly missed it “The Mage Council is doing everything they can for him,”
Barbara had nothing to say to that, as a doctor she’d said those words often enough to know exactly what it meant to hear them. Instead she pushed away from the table and went back to the counter to finish scraping the cat food into the bowl. Once she was finished she picked up the bowl and headed to the backdoor.
“Would you like me to come with you?” Walter’s voice was soft.
Barbara froze with her hand hovering just above the knob, her throat suddenly tight “Yes…”
Walter stood and followed her out the backdoor, shutting and locking it behind him. The two of them heading past the fence into the dark woods beyond.
“He’s only gone after dogs,” Barbara said quietly, the words rising up unbidden “He hasn’t touched cats, or people,”
Look I don’t have anything against trolls doing it, I just don’t like the idea of eating cats myself.
“I know the potion can’t be undone, I just….” tears burned in her eyes “I think my son is still in there,”
Walter didn’t say anything, just slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders. The two of them finishing their midnight trek in silence.
They walked the well worn path to the clearing in the woods, Barbara setting the bowl of cat food on one end before retreating to sit on a rock on the opposite end, Walter seating himself beside her. And then they settled in to wait.
Twenty minutes came and went, but that was nothing. Some nights he didn’t show up for an hour, some nights he never showed up at all.
Tonight twenty two minutes was all it took.
She heard him before she saw him. A steady thudding on the ground of heavy footsteps. Then a shadow looming through the trees, followed by the creature himself emerging.
Barbara leaned forward, gripping the edge of the rock “Jim…”
The creature in front of her bore almost no resemblance to her son. Massive, even bigger than AAARRRGGHH, one shoulder stooped lower than the other, twisted, gnarled horns and teeth like crumbling tombstones jutting up out of a severe underbite.
She watched in tense silence, Walter’s arm anchoring her in place, as Jim approached the small bowl. Picking it up and pouring the contents down his throat.
Jim had completely vanished after he’d taken that bath, there’d been no sign of him until the beast, moving faster than his lopsided frame should allow, charged onto main street and tore Gunmar’s head off with his bare hands.
Since then they’d only had glimpses of him. Any attempt to communicate or chase him down led to him rushing off and vanishing into the woods. They had no idea where he hid himself during the day or if he was even vulnerable to sunlight at all. After countless failed attempts to try and bring him home they’d ceased their pursuit and redirected their efforts. Focusing more on finding a cure or treatment for his condition before bringing him back.
She knew they were doing everything that they possibly could for him but god was it hard.
Barbara’s routine with the cat food was the closest they’d come to communicating, but even then it wasn’t much. Every night Barbara set a bowl of cat food in the same place and most nights Jim came and ate it. Jim never said anything, and Barbara knew that any attempt to leave this rock would result in Jim rushing off again.
But tonight, seeing her son so close, emotions reaching a crescendo, she just couldn’t help herself.
She shot to her feet and took two steps forward “Jim–”
The hulking creature shot its head in her direction, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. He stared her down, expression unreadable, remaining completely motionless as he appraised her–
But he didn’t run away, he didn’t run away–
The creature that had once been Jim sniffed, putting down the now empty bowl, turning and lumbering away back into the forest.
In seconds he was gone, like he’d never been there in the first place.
Barbara sank to her knees on the forest floor, limp as an overcooked noodle, Walter swooping in to pick her up.
“He…he didn’t run this time…”
She was vaguely aware of Walter grasping her by the shoulders, gently leading her back to the house.
“He didn’t run…”
#tales of arcadia#trollhunters#jim lake jr#walter strickler#barbara lake#rmvwrites#halloween prompts
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I feel like Bakugou's the type to comfort fuck you because you just got done with a break up while you're completely oblivious to how much he loves you
Oh poor baby, yeah I totally feel like whilst Bakugou has the facade of being very unattached and emotionless when it comes to stuff like this it's just a complete lie. He got so attached to you, and he didn't even really mean it.
He knew he shouldn't have indulged in the idea of fucking the sadness out of you, to help you forget the asshole who fucked you over in your very recent breakup. But he couldn't help it when you were clinging to him, smothering your face into his neck and begging him to help. Begging him to make you feel something for once.
So he does. He makes sure you're fucked well and truly to the point of forgetting anything but his name, he makes sure you think of nothing but him and it's so intoxicating that he can't ever say no again when you come back for more claiming you're still not over the guy. It doesn't really dawn on him just how deeply in love he actually is until it's too late.
He's got you on your back, your legs hiked up over his shoulders and you look so beautiful beneath him. Eyes watering and you're babbling about how good he feels, how deep he is. He thinks he wants you like this forever, under him writhing and cumming on his cock multiple times a night before he even finds his release. His hips don't falter when you reach up and cup his face in your hands, but they do when you pull him down into a very intimately slow kiss that has him shuddering at the sensation of it all.
Bakugou can't help but get lost in the kiss, can't help but whine against your lips when your walls flutter and clench around him when you come undone on him for the nth time that night. You're looking up at him with the most beautiful look on your face, you're looking at him as if he hung the stars that night and it's making him light-headed. He nearly lets the words slip but he can't, it's too soon, and it's not right. He's just a rebound to you, nothing more, he can't let you know that he's failed at his job of being someone who's meant to just be a dick for you to ride until you forget all the bad you went through.
So instead he buries his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you harder, fucks you full of his feelings and his cum. And it hurts when it's all over, seeing the way you get up eventually after cleaning up and moving around to get your clothes. He watches you, the familiar ache in his chest that's telling him, no it's screaming at him, to just admit his feelings to you. Because what if you like him back? There's got to be something there, right?
But Bakugou never says anything. Lets you slip out the door with a wave and a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's so fucking in love with you and he's so fucking scared of admitting it.
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I would like to request reader hogging the blanket from peter (parker) and peters reaction. (If you dont like it or dont want to do it it's completely fine!!)
Cold Toes
a/n: hi! thanks so much for requesting. this is a high-key a crackfic i hope that okay lol. this is what my sleep deprived brain could come up with. i hope you enjoy!!
word count: 624
summary: since when were you such a blanket hog?
warnings: some light swearing, peter gets a boo-boo lmao, let me know if i missed any!!
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He didn't get it. This isn’t the first time the two of you shared a bed, or a blanket for that matter. Those past experiences being from when you stayed over for your monthly movie marathons with Ned. The worst thing to happen was the time you slept on the inside and had a tendency to go towards his warmth during the night, making Peter edge away, trying to give you space. He was inevitably pushed off the bed. Falling to the floor with a thud, a groan following.
He learned from that to take the safe route and stay as close to the wall as possible. Accepting he would wake up with your head on his chest. If he was being honest that was the best part of these sleepovers.
Getting back on topic, he has never woken up like this. Shivering from the lack of any type of cover. His eyes opened, taking a second to adjust to the light. Once they did, they revealed you, wrapped up in his blanket,
burrito style. Now he didn’t want to disturb you, really he didn’t… but his toes were cold. He hated cold toes. Trying to maneuver some area of the blanket around you. A simple sliver of warmth was all he asked for. Finally being able to get a little undone, he tucked himself next to you. The blanket covered half of his body, but that was okay. As long as the dogs were warm.
But you just wouldn’t let him win this battle so easily. You turned away from him, taking the only blanket he had with you. Peter let out a sigh of frustration, deciding to just get himself a different cover. Carefully he tried to make his way over you, but of course you wouldn’t make it that simple. You turned once more bumping into Peter’s propped arm, causing it to buckle. And he fell,
nose coming in contact with the side of your head. Groaning he fell to his side of the bed once more, as you woke up with a jolt. Looking around for what the hell happened to wake you. You looked down, noticing how you swaddled yourself. Wiggling out of the enclosure you turned your attention to Peter. Who still held his nose, grumbling about how stupid burritos were.
“You okay Pete?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh yeah, I’m good. Nose is just a little smooshed. You have a hard head, my god,” he whined. You furrowed your brows.
“What?” Peter waved a hand in dismissal. Taking his other hand away for his wound he wiped his nose, he peered up at you.
“Since when were you a blanket hog?” he questioned, moving to sit up. You turned to the object in question before looking at him sheepishly. Trying to find the words to explain yourself.
“When I was younger I used to roll myself up in blankets when I was sleeping. My parents didn’t want it causing any issues so it died out over the years. But bad habits die hard I guess? It still happens sometimes. Sorry, I can just grab another one,” you started getting up.
“No, it’s okay,” Peter dismissed your idea, “I’m sure that you’ve had enough blanket hogging for one night.” You laughed lightly, settling yourself back into the sheets. Grabbing the blanket and passing it to Peter. He took it gratefully, pulling it over himself as you tucked yourself into his side. It would be fine he could handle a little bit of cold feet if it still meant being here with you. Well, that’s what he thought…
Until he woke you with cold toes. Groaning internally he turned to see you once again wrapped up burrito style.
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So uh this is prob gonna come off as rude. but like, I understand that Marinette has done a lot (and I mean a lot) of questionable things. But like, she’s well-meaning and always apologizes in the end once she realizes the flaw in her actions and the ppl who it has hurt??? Yes, she shouldn’t have done a lot of things that she did, but 1) when she attempted to break in to Adrien’s house (again not at all okay, but maybe if the firefighter had done his job and told her off, it wouldn’t have happened at all) she was genuinely concerned about Adrien’s safety because she didn’t know how far Lila would go yet. And when she sent the video confessing on the same day Adrien’s mother died, she acknowledged this was an awful idea (“today is the worst day to do it, Tikki!”) but Tikki had convinced her otherwise. So again, not intentionally hurtful.
I just think that if you’re gonna give Marinette a lot of flack for the mistakes she made and learned from and made up for, you could at least acknowledge the stuff Adrien has done, didn’t learn from, and didn’t make up for (sexual harassment (and assault), enabling, etc, etc.)
You’ll probably ignore this but I just wanted to throw that out there.
Honestly if you want to see blogs where Adrien's shortcomings are acknowledged than you should just search the Adrien salt tag. I do think most of the blogs are dogshit because they flanderize the worst parts of Adrien to the extreme in an obsessed desire to circle jerk about why they hate him so much, but they do feature that kind of stuff if you feel like that its a problem you have with Adrien. I could try to compromise and include this stuff, but I don't want to, mainly because that would compromise on the prompts I make focusing on Marinette.
On that note, I want to go on record and say that I made this blog because aside from my personal hatred of this character, I did as a "fuck you" to all the adrien salt blogs where there are millions of posts about how he's a sexual stalker (even though I think its complete dogshit and those blogs only came about because of Adrien's high road comment from oblivio because "OH HE DIDNT IMMEDIATELY SIDE WITH MARINETTE SO HES BAD") but never a single post about why Marinette is also a shite character.
I made this blog specifically for that reason. To make posts about Marinette and her bullshit in the same salty format people do for Adrien, though admittedly even I failed to make the characters as OOC as other salters have done. So pardon me if I didnt want to make posts about Adrien, there are enough of those already.
And to counter you post saying that Marinette is "well meaning", let me say this:
Marinette has been a creepy stalker type character since her first episode. She had a planner tracking Adrien's every move (which was then hastily retconned 4 seasons later when it was pointed out as being a planner for all her friends) and has made multiple plans to try and seduce (or woo) him without so much care for his actual input in the matter, yet cant for the life of day simply ask him out. On that note, she would often go out of her way to prevent other girls from being with him, and even though some were rat bastards like Lila, it sure as hell wasn't care for her friend that inspired her to slander Lila in front of Adrien as Ladybug, causing her to cry and run away in Volpina. It got to a point where Marinette's desire to try and romance Adrien actively fucked over other characters, such as Juleka in Reflekdoll and the boys party in Party Crasher. She didn't HAVE to break into his house in Oni-Chan as she could have called him (or ask Nino if she could call Adrien) and warned him about Lila, but no she did it her way because fuck the rules when Marinette wants Adrien.
No I do not care season 5 is out, they are only stopping it so we can have some fake reverse love square drama bullshit that will be undone by the end of the season I SWEAR ON IT.
Even putting that aside, Marinette is also just a shite hero. Aside from some moral obligation to be a hero and being smart, there's nothing about her that remotely heroic, and most times fucks things up whenever the villains even get a single brain cell since most normal akumas are morons. She relies on others to help her win fights yet can be fucked to try and trust others and make the team work beyond demanding people to be her meatshields, to the point where even her partner that she worked with for 3+ years was getting fed up with it. Yet the second she messed up and cant rely on someone to save her sorry ass from a mess up, all she can do is cry like a bitch as some villain makes off with the entire miracle box. 3 years of hero experience and she ends up crying like a bitch.
But it doesnt matter anyway because everyone loves Marinette so much that they easily forgive her alter ego despite her MAJOR FUCK UP. Everyone in the show is obsessed with Marinette and Ladybug, to the point where they are even obsessed with her getting together with the supposed boy of her dreams, EVEN HER FUCKING EX WHO SHE BASICALLY GHOSTED FOR HALF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. As Ladybug its even worse as everyone is so happy and trusting to her (minus the villains) despite the fact she failed for 3 years to catch the one dude making all the butterflies, not because she was bad, but because she didnt try tracking him down, only confronting him when the villain himself stuck out his neck and got greedy.
I could talk about other stuff I dislike about her, but im just gonna sum it up and say that she's a Mary Sue in a world where there's no main protagonist to replace. If any other character was the main hero, she would be that character in a SI fanfic that ends up overtaking the main hero with her bullshit powers. THERE I SAID IT
On that note, im not changing my mind about how I feel about Marinette despite how much EVERYONE ELSE in the fandom wants to coddle her, and if you wanted Adrien salt in a MARINETTE SALT BLOG you should just look somewhere else. Also I didn't ignore your post so there's that I suppose.
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