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maruyaaya · 1 month

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one of my favourite things about always an angel (never a god) (seriously i need an acronym for this fic) is that yes, it does focus on jason not knowing what the fuck his gender is, but also everyone around him is just as confused as him. (rambling below the cut)

tw // unintentional misgendering?

jason, at the moment, has no label for his identity. if i, as the author, were to give him one that would most accurately describe him, i’d say he’s genderfluid, but jason doesn’t know that’s a thing and i don’t know if he’ll ever really decide on a label for himself.

so speaking as to other people, bruce obviously has no idea jason is struggling with his gender at all. it’s not out of malice or anything—he just genuinely hasn’t noticed. sure, he’s the worlds greatest detective, but it’s just not the type of thing he looks for! he’s too busy worrying about jason running off and getting himself killed!

in fact, bruce probably doesn’t even know that struggling with gender is a real thing that people go through. he has never thought twice about gender. he’s kinda the epitome of “i’m probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn”. bruce’s gender is justice.

so yeah, bruce isn’t really the person for jason to go to about gender. it’s funny because bruce is the person that jason is most afraid of discovering that he’s not actually a boy, but bruce is probably the one who would care the least. the conversation would go something like:

“bruce, i don’t think i’m a boy.”

“ok 👍”

“are you okay with that?”

“you are not a boy. you are justice. you are the light of gotham. you are beyond anything comprehensible. the dirt quakes with each of your step, knowing it should bend to your every step, but you are kind and it breathes with you. you are not a boy or a girl. you are robin.”

“huh”

(and then bruce would freak out bc what the fuck is a pronoun???)

so yeah, moving on from that, we get barbara and dick who are both trying to figure out what jason’s gender is, but equally have no idea. barbara is pretty certain that jason is a trans woman and that he just doesn’t really know how to put it into words yet. dick, bless his heart, is trying and after catching jason trying on one of kori’s dresses, starts referring to him with every manner of pronoun under the sun. he just starts switching between every pronoun set he can think of, much to the confusion of the people around him who have no idea what’s going on in dick’s head.

dick’s head is basically just a constant “jason said that he—wait no, jason’s not a boy. she wants—but is he a she? is she a she? wait can i use they? that they wants? no, not wants, they want? think, dick, what’s politically accurate nowadays?“

i have this idea floating around in my head of an interlude fic that would go between chapter 5 & 6 as a sort of 5.5. it would be focused around dick, bruce, barbara, and alfred after jason dies and how they are dealing with that. my main intention with this little interlude fic is a confrontation between dick and barbara that goes a little something like this:

“look, dick, i probably spent more time with jason than you did.” barbara’s biting her tongue—dick can tell and he’s probably the only person who can—and he knows that she wants to say something worse.

dick invites her to.

“he was my brother!” dick yells in response as if claiming the title of ‘brother’ somehow makes his argument more valid. he knows that he wasn’t the best brother to jason. he doesn’t even know if he was around long enough for jason to consider him one.

sure, he tried, but how often did he really swing around the manor just to see jason? how many times did he tell jason he was there to spend time with him, only to hang around him for a half hour at most and then run off to argue with bruce? how many times did he claim he was in gotham to see jason when he was actually just there on titans business (and how many of these times did he leave gotham without even stopping by the manor)?

calling himself jason’s ‘brother’ is arbitrary, but it’s not like it even matters because jason isn’t here anymore to correct him.

he’s not here anymore. it stings every time dick remembers it.

“yeah, sure, you were brothers,” barbara seethes on the word ‘brothers’, staring up at dick with her face twisted in anger. “you knew nothing about that kid! she just wanted to help people and where the fuck did that get her?”

“she?” dick’s voice breaks, knowing that he’s focusing on the wrong part of that sentence. “he’s a—i mean, she wanted to—was she—”

barbara sighs, “i don’t know. that’s what i thought. we’ll never really know though. i don’t think she ever knew either.”

“so then what do we call her—him? them? i don’t want an angry jason todd haunting me for misgendering… them?” dick looks pointedly at barbara to see her reaction to the them pronoun.

“i don’t know, dick. maybe we should have paid more attention to jason when we could’ve.”

dudes i need to stop writing this bc i’m just writing the whole interlude at this point and i do want to actually turn it into a little bonus fic. but yeah, you get the gist of it. i just want to have a lot of confused, angry regret over not noticing what they think they should’ve earlier.

another scene i’m really excited for is one where dick and bruce have an angry, heated argument where they’re yelling and screaming, sort of based on the new titans 1988 #55. bruce and dick would be arguing and bruce would yell something about dick not knowing anything about jason and dick would yell back “did you? because i don’t think you knew anything about that kid. it doesn’t matter if he—if they didn’t want to tell you, you should have asked.”

and this is dick in all his hypocritical glory because he’s fucking up on jason’s pronouns in the middle of his speech because he didn’t really know much about jason either. he’s echoing the same words that barbara said to him. he wants so badly to find a way to absolve himself of guilt because it’s fucking eating him, but with each word, he can’t help but feel that guilt dig deeper into the lining of his stomach.

dick doesn’t know whose fault it is, but it needs to be someone’s. how else do you reconcile yourself with the fact that your little brother—little sibling?—is dead and you will never be as close with them as you should have been. you don’t think you were ever really siblings anyway, but it’s a lot easier to think back and pretend you were a lot closer than you really were. dick doesn’t think he could handle another regret.

and bruce is right there. it’s so much easier to lash out and send that guilt elsewhere instead of letting it build up inside him. he knows bruce is doing the same. neither of them actually blame the other. it’s just easier this way.

btw this is not dick grayson slander or even bruce wayne slander. i love them both sm. i just really like writing their conflicts bc they are so interesting to me and i feel that they argued about jason a lot during jason’s robin days and neither of them were right, but neither of them were completely wrong either. their arguments are made of love at the centre. it’s just that neither of them really know how to express it.

#lo and behold the long post i mentioned #now why in the fuck would i write this instead of actually writing the fic #girl has mental illness. more at 7 #also this is VERY rough writing. this is: i had a thought in my head and i needed to think of words writing #nobody judge me on this it’s like 2am rn #imeda rambles!!#fic: always an angel (never a god)

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jamminvroomvroom · 1 month

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4k celebration

i want to see feral lando. dom lando. choking and degrading and rough lando. maybe a bad race, maybe flirting with another driver. weeknd vibes lando. rough rough rough lando.

heat.

ln x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which lando fucks you until the sun comes up :)

i am. feral. there are no words to describe how unhinged i am over this, this is super self indulgent and i cannot thank you enough anon hehe - lemme know what y’all think ily! <3

songs to set the mood: earned it by the weeknd, novacane by frank ocean, heaven angel by the driver era

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp with a bit of plot, choking, crying, swearing, overstimulation, neck? riding? (hehe), degradation, a slap or two, soft dom!lando, also not so soft dom!lando (he switches up a bit), just feral unhinged vibes

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foreglow:

the glow of light appearing in the sky preceding sunrise

the sunrise casts a tangerine foreglow over your bodies, the bed, everything the light can touch.

lando’s slumped against the headboard and you’re sprawled over his lap, legs hooked over his, with his hand working between your thighs.

it’s been hours. he’s had you spread out for him, countless positions and locations utilised. you were paying for your behaviour over the race weekend, but really, it was all his fault.

he’d been too cocky, looked too good, the australian air getting to his head. you’d been glowering at him since you’d arrived in the land down under, watching in erotically charged horror as he paraded around looking, to put it simply, slutty. tight shorts, arms out, neck on display for all to see. his fucking neck. god, it looked so thick, flexing every time he turned to smirk at you. the heat rendered you delirious, and so did he.

and you couldn’t even think about that fucking daddy bracelet he’d been sporting.

you decided you needed payback, in the form of some carefully constructed, harmless flirting with everyone from the mechanics to the guys on the pit wall old enough to be your father. but lo and behold, it worked, and that’s how you found yourself in this position.

the position in question?

being fucked every which way lando deemed fit until the sun came up.

“you learnt your lesson yet, baby?” lando grunts into your ear, pinching your clit between his fingers.

your thighs are soaked, shaking uncontrollably, and your head has lulled back against his shoulder. you’re breathing heavily, your back flush against his front and he’s restless. you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve been pushed to.

“lan.” you breathe, eyes fixated on the bracelet adorning his wrist. the kitschy trinket sends liquid fire down your spine and you spasm as he continues to swirl his calloused thumb over your clit.

“that’s not an answer.” he tuts, slipping his fingers through your slit until he’s circling your weeping entrance. you’re coated with slick, some of it his from where he’d fucked you up against the wall a good few hours ago. “have you,” he kisses your shoulder, trailing his fingers that were digging into your hip up your belly. “learnt your lesson?” his teeth sink into your flesh at the same time he pinches your nipple.

you gasp out a cry of his name, slurring incomprehensibly, “yes, yes, ‘m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you sob. his chest rumbles cruelly with laughter and you’re hurtling towards another release, the overstimulation making it easy for him to get you off.

“that’s all you needed to say, honey.” lando coos condescendingly.

as if he’s rewarding you for owning up, two of his fingers sink into your entrance, sliding deep. the sound of your wetness sends your eyes rolling back as he scissors his digits in and out of you, speeding them up into a delicious grind. you’re a mess in seconds, slumped into him as close as can be. kisses over your neck soothe you and you feel the wet rush of your release approaching quicker than you can comprehend it. you gush all over his fingers, dripping down his wrist, coating that annoying fucking bracelet.

“there you go, baby. so good for me.” he whispers, slowing his thrusts. “can you turn over for me? want you to look at me.”

you pant as you wriggle around in his arms until you’re straddling his lap. you can feel yourself dripping on him, his thick length sliding between your folds. the exhaustion renders you languid, ready to let him do just about whatever he wants to you next.

lando cups your breast, stroking gently over your nipple while he runs his tongue all over his long fingers. he loves to make you watch, torturing you until you’re needy for another release.

“you think you can do a few more for me?” lando smirks, bringing the fingers that he’d just licked clean to your other breast, fiddling with your other nipple. he has you rolling your hips against him, inadvertently chasing another high already. he loves it, revels in how he can reduce you to this, so desperate that you’re grinding down on his cock, a wet mess in his lap, all for him.

“yeah, lan.” you nod profusely, your tired eyes locked with his. the early morning sun hits them enticingly, making them sparkle green in the warm light. he looks disgustingly gorgeous like this, soft and yours, resting against the headboard, curls spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. if you didn’t know that he was mulling over a million twisted ideas in his brain that involved resorting you to tears of pleasure, you’d think he looked adorable.

“good.” he grins. “not even nearly done with you.” he looks evil; your thighs clench around his hips.

without moving you off of his lap, he uses his strength to slide down the bed until he lays flat. he beckons you to crawl up his body, and you find the strength to wriggle over him, thighs resting on either side of his neck when he stops you.

“you gonna slide your pretty little cunt over my neck?” lando asks, wrapping his huge hands around your thighs. you gulp, staring down at him dumbfounded. “don’t look at me like i’m crazy, baby. you think i don’t see you staring at it with that special little look in your eyes?” he teases. “get to fucking work, i’m not gonna ask again.”

hesitantly, you lower yourself against his his skin, flaming red with embarrassment and lust. you can’t lie and pretend that you aren’t utterly enticed by this, that you aren’t leaking down your thighs at the prospect of sliding your pussy along his tanned, flexed flesh. the adventurousness of the escapade makes your legs tremble, nerves eating you alive, but it’s all worth it when you feel that first glide.

you curse out, loud and breathy, the new sensation creating lewd sounds between you. he’s obsessed, staring up at you in mischievous awe as you rock your hips backwards and forwards. you tangle one hand in his hair, tugging hard in sheer desperation, while the other hand balances you against the headboard so you don’t crush him. he guides your hips like he wants to die like this, suffocated by you and everything you have to offer him.

“oh my fucking god.” you choke out a moan, jaw hanging agape as you continue to slide against him. every time you move forwards, you feel the delectable prickle of his trimmed facial hair scratching against your inner thighs and your eyes squeeze shut each time, pure pleasure bubbling in the pit of your belly.

“you have no idea how fucking good you look.” lando rasps, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs. you’re so tense, teetering on the very edge. the strength he possesses, his composure while you’re sitting on his fucking neck makes you throb.

you gaze down at him, feral, and it does something to him, because he’s yanking you up onto his parted lips, burying his face as far as it will go. you yelp, collapsing into the headboard as he holds you down on his tongue, lapping up your mess.

“can taste us.” he mumbles into the flesh of your cunt, barely audible, but you hear it and it makes you shiver. you black out as your orgasm hits, your ears ringing as bliss courses through your limp body like a delicious electric shock. your nerves are shot when he rolls you onto your back.

“fucking heaven.” lando groans, crawling over you as he licks his lips.

he’s invigorated by the taste of you, how spent you are, and how it’s all his fault. you can’t string a sentence together, but you’re grabbing at his toned body like you’re begging silently for more, anything. he needs to drive into you, fill up up, make you remember that your little games will always lead back to this, the reminder that you’re his.

“you sensitive, honey?” he growls, hand sliding between your legs while his necklace rests in the valley between your breasts. you whimper at the sensation, overloaded, nodding. you both know you need more; he needs more. “tough.”

lando practically folds you in half when he fucks into you, giving you no solace in adjusting to him. he ruts into you hard, fast, unrelenting as he sinks deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“you’re gonna behave from now on. you don’t need to make me jealous for me to fuck you.” he grunts. his slaps your hip, the harsh snap leaving a sting that has you convulsing. “this is what you deserve isn’t it? whoring yourself out because you were a wet mess for me all weekend.”

you whine his name, sobs wracking your body. he feels utterly divine hammering into you like life itself depends on it. you’ve lost track of where he stops and you begin, stars behind your eyes that turn into butterflies festering in your belly. you’re so full, flushed beneath him, gushing every time he opens his dirty fucking mouth.

“crying for me, love?” he mocks, lowering himself to get even closer to you, his tongue finding your tears tracks and licking the salty residue away until you’re shuddering.

“please, lando, please, told you i’m sorry.” you plead, begging for something undisclosed, but it’s okay, because he knows exactly what to do with you.

“be fucking quiet.” lando coos once more, sickeningly unsympathetic.

but you can’t help it, whimpering out his name, begging for some form of relief, or mercy, or for him to just fuck you impossibly harder. how can you be quiet when he’s tearing you so perfectly apart?

lando doesn’t like being disobeyed, so when you continue to sob, loud and lewdly, his hand finds it’s way to the base of your throat. your jaw goes slack, wheezing at the intense rush you get when he squeezes slowly, and you can’t help but let go.

“fucking- lando!” you writhe.

“i know, baby, i know.” he shushes you, hooking your leg even higher so that he can bury himself as deep as possible.

you spasm hard, impossibly tight around him and he stutters, collapsing you both hard into the mattress. you hold him so, so tight as he cums, shooting into you. you can feel him leaking out of you already, white hot, and laying there in a heap of sweat and adoration. he breathes a laugh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“are you okay, honey?” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

“just peachy. a bit knackered.” you giggle, tangling your fingers into his damp curls.

“so, you liked the bracelet then?” he teases, nose bumping against your cheek as he raises his wrist to your eye line.

“i think it needs a clean.” you wrinkle your nose, thinking about what the beads had been exposed to over the last few hours.

“let’s shower, hm? then we can watch the sunrise.” lando suggests, sitting you up slowly.

“you’re gonna need to carry me.” your legs are still quivering.

“anything for you.” he says, hand over his heart.

45 minutes later, the sun is sitting pretty, high in the sky.

7:26am, the clock reads. the melbourne skyline glimmers hot with the rise of a new day.

you’re snuggled into his side, wet hair cooling the heat of damp skin. your eyes flutter, barely fighting the urgent need to sleep.

“you have no idea how much i love you.” lando caresses your stringy locks, pushing the hair from your eyes.

your bare bodies mould together, basking in the orange of the dawn.

“love you.” you mutter, brushing your lips against his chest in an open mouthed kiss. “promise i’ll start behaving.” you snicker.

“but baby, you know i love it when you’re bad.”

“okay, i’ll remember that… daddy.” you retort, a teasing lilt to your tone.

he ignores the way his blood rushes south, too conscious of your exhausted body - and his own - to climb on top of you and fuck you until the sun sets once more.

“get some sleep.” he whispers through gritted teeth.

you sink into sleep while he watches over you. the view from the hotel room is gorgeous, breathtaking, but why would he give it even a millisecond of his attention when he has you?

head? empty.

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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this is cheesy but when spencer and reader start getting more comfortable in their relationship and they exchange keys to each others places, reader starts going over while hes away. just to chill because she misses him or borrow something or get something she left. but then dhe notices his apartment is a little messy and he doesnt have a lot of food in the fridge.

the first time he comes home to a full fridge and clean apartment he's a little confused, but when he brings it up and she confesses hes just sooooo touched and appreciative.

the first time he comes home and shes asleep on the bed or couch or wherever he just MELTS. like an actual puddle on the floor kinda melting bc hes just so overwhelmed with love 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Spencer Reid is, quite possibly, the smartest motherfucker in the FBI. As an esteemed profiler, he notices right away that you've been in his apartment, from the post-it note grocery list sitting on the top of what's in his trash can, and a lack of dust over his kitchen counter like there typically is after he's gone on a case for a few days.

He spots 'donuts' on the list, and when he pulls the fridge open, lo and behold, there's a bag of mini chocolate donuts on the top shelf. He smiles to himself, giddily so, more than elated that you'd remembered an offhanded comment he'd made about liking them so much, especially when they're chilled.

He remembers everything anyone tells him, but people rarely stop to listen to his own words. So often it can be cast aside as nerd babble, so knowing that you'd picked up on the small tidbits of personal information he'd given you makes his seldom-fluttering heart do just that.

He feels a little bad that you'd stocked his fridge and ran, but he doesn't have to for long, because when he heads to the living room to drop his messenger bag there, and restock it with a different book, you're snoozing in his chair.

It's a recliner, one he'd splurged on so that late-night reading would be more comfortable. You've popped the footrest up, but your feet barely touch it, because you're curled up closer to the seat. Your head rests on one of the arms and is dangerously close to slipping off, so he kneels by the armrest, joints cracking.

His face hovers millimeters away from your own, your breath hitting his cheek and vice versa. He smooths a stray wisp of hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss the skin it had been covering.

"Hi, angel," He croons, keeping his voice as soft as humanly possible. He doesn't want to ruin this, whatever heavenly moment that the seldom-kind universe has decided to grant him.

Your lashes flutter at the feel of his lips on your skin, and you turn your face to lean into the touch you don't yet know is there. He can't help but laugh at the way you arch like a cat to be closer to him, and the breathy huffs fan out against your forehead.

His slender hand comes up to hover beneath your head, because when you worm closer to him, it slips off of the armrest. He holds your head up but you're finally starting to stir from the movement, and you lift it to blink groggily up at him.

"Spence?" You ask, like you're verifying his identity and not asking why he's home.

"That's me," He smiles, dimples puncturing his cheeks. His hair is slightly sloppy, frizzed and out of place from the day's hectic activities. At his confirmation you hum sleepily, resuming your cat-like activities by shutting your eyes again, leading with your nose as you nudge your face into his own. From the angle you're at his lips can only pucker to hit an awkward spot between your cheek and your nose, but the skin there is warm and soft from a facial mask he knows you used last night.

"Morning," You grumble, and he won't inform you that it's 7 at night.

"Hi, sweetheart." He croons, unable to stand up straight before you decide you want a hug. It means his butt hits the floor when you lunge for him, and he laughs as he tries maintaining an upright position.

"Oh- ah!" He laughs, eyes scrunching in a gleeful smile-turned-laugh when you knock into him. He cradles the back of your head, feeling you settle into his embrace like he's your new reclining chair.

"'Missed you, Spence." You mumble against the fabric of his jacket that's covering his shoulder. He curls his fingers into your hair at your admission, stroking briefly through the strands.

"I missed you too," He agrees, "I saw you bought me donuts."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I did." You recall, eyes already drooping again, "We can have some for- for dessert later."

"That sounds like a good plan," Spencer grins, but you can't see it where you're nestled into his shoulder. He's waiting for you to get up, not because he doesn't want to hug you anymore but because he wants to stand and move, but when you stay firmly in place he realizes you're sleeping again, and that there's no way he's getting off the floor in the meantime.

He could wake you, tell you it's time for a late dinner and ask you to work on the eggs so that he can chop up the add-ins for an omelet. He could corral you back into the chair and take the bed for himself, read for a bit after getting changed. He could do any number of things to make himself just a bit more comfortable, but instead he chooses to commit his butt to the floor, surely flattening it for all eternity. He scoots back carefully until his back is up against the couch, so that his less-than-perfect core strength isn't relied upon as much.

From there he rests, disinterested in using his phone and too far away from his bookshelf to read. But he finds just as much meaningful entertainment in counting the breaths that you release against his shoulder, as well as counting the different possessions of yours he can see scattered around his apartment.

Your shoes, one. Your water bottle, two. Your sweatshirt, three. Your snack, four. Your keys, perhaps the most meaningful possession of all, the spare that he'll never regret giving you, five.

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kizoken · 2 months

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❝𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞

✶ smut ; afab!reader , jealous ex suguru , rich girl!reader , oral , little angst , suguru jerks off with reader's panties , alcohol , make up sex , toxic relationship , biker!suguru .

✶ word count ; 1.4k

✶ m.list & request

✶ ❝took me fifteen centuries to get back on the grind but, whatever.❞

"he's staring at you...again." your friend yelled to you through the booming music. you frowned and stopped kissing the random cute guy that approached you. wiping your mouth, you asked her where he was.

"sitting by the bar." lo and behold, a daring and deathly stare was directed your way. but not to you precisely, to the random man that was taking advantage of your generosity. or that is what he thought. his gaze then set on yours and he smiled.

your face contorted at the sight of your ex-boyfriend's lurking eyes and shifted your attention to where you previously were. but the man you were making out was nowhere to be seen.

"suguru!" you cursed to yourself; it was clear this disappearance was orchestrated by him. "you called angel." his voice soft and tantalizing in your ear made you jolt back in disdain.

"you fucking asshole!" you looked at him, dead in the eye. "what did you do?!" he does this all the time, scaring your hook-ups away efficiently like a wonder pesticide. every move of his were foreign to your understanding, nevertheless, deep in the psyche of your mind you found this behavior cute.

"just watching out for the prettiest girl here...can't i?" he smiled and placed a hand at the side of your neck. the friend that announced you suguru geto was prowling around, swiftly began to intervene before you settled her down.

"love the thought! though worry about yourself and your people rather than you ex. it's not a good look on you." you give him a sour smile. "makes you look like a stalker."

"don't call me that angel!" he pouted, "i can't help that every day i spend without your company is misery; how could i not miss you?" you despised how he tugged at your heart strings the way that he did. his deep voice purring how much he wanted you back, needed you or missed you. shame on you if you were going to get fooled a second time, you were not going to let yourself be with a man that had any woman at his disposition at his back and call. even when he had you.

but lord, did he make you feel like the only girl his eyes have ever seen, whose touch he's ever felt, whose lips he's ever kissed. you had everything at your beck and call, nothing was out of your grasp, except suguru geto and his fickle heart.

even if your fiery feelings were creeping back, rationality has yet to abandon you. "suguru; i am so not falling for your dirty, empty words— go and mind torture some other girl than me. i've had enough of you."

suguru was completely taken aback by your words. the last thing he wanted was to make you too uncomfortable, just a little tease here and there. but his intentions of going back to you were in his capabilities, sincere. "oh-i, i apologize," he took a deep breath, "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

"...fine." you conceded, too mentally drained by him, and you might as well take him for his money's worth, even when you could pay our own drinks. the booming music from the club was making you sick at this point, and you really wanted to go home. "don't try a thing."

you would regret not fighting enough to keep those words as they were. it was a terrible idea to take him up on his proposal to take you back to your parent's place. the terrible decisions began to pile up as you clutched yourself around his toned torse in the bike you knew all too well. arriving to your parents' and offering him a drink at their bar. the alcohol mixed with undying feelings for your ex-boyfriend led you to seek the comfort of his lips once again.

suguru happily obliged to your necessities, he was obviously subduing his as well. "i missed you so much..." you say between desperate kisses, halting yourself and placing your hand onto his chin gaining his full attention, "i fucking hate it; i hate you."

"don't say that beautiful...let me make you love me again, hmm?" he pouted, his sneaky hands trailed to settle on your ass, squeezing lightly but as a sign of him wanting more and masking his disdain by your words with his cheekiness. geto's drunken lips placed themselves around the cervices of your neck, making you remember how good he made you feel, no matter what.

you fell headfirst to his charming touch and began to let those barriers you have set up so high up to crumble, and just let yourself go. geto held on to your body, gripping it like the most coveted prize he's been fighting for. you both stumble up through the stairs, never leaving each other's lips.

geto knew exactly where you were taking him, your old room. as he stepped in deeper, memories of sneaking in from the window in his youth flashed through his mind. he laughed reminiscing about it, sweeping off your feet to hold you in the air he said; "remember the countless times i ran out the window without pants?"

"how could i forget," you giggled, "you always looked ridiculous." geto grumbled in playful annoyance as he threw you into the queen-sized bed.

"was i?" you nod.

he could not contain his smile, "anything to make you smile princess, even if i'm a fucking joke."

and so, it was mere seconds before your ex-lover was making you scream his name in ecstasy. geto delighted himself by how your pussy sucked him in vigorously.

the wet, sloppy noises of your cunt and geto's thighs slapping against yours echoed through your former bedroom. "yes~ sugu~ ah! moreee~!"

you loved that about him, how filthy he was in his pounding. your mewls hit a higher pitch as he began to play with your left nipple and your clit with his fingers. his thrusting never ceased, hitting every sweet spot there is to his knowledge.

"sugu~ your mouth...i-i ah" geto let out a moan, knowing exactly what you desired from him, and clamped harder on your bud. "fuck me with your mouth!"

"i need it hgn~ please, please, love!" your ex melted at your words; it was something he's been missing to hear. and none other girl could say to make him oblige to every word the way that you did.

"is that so pretty girl, you want my tongue inside your cunt?" he teased, loving the way you panted and twitched in desperation.

"yes! suguru, my pussy, use it, it's hgn~ ah! all yours..." your fingernails and tips dug around the muscular flesh of his arms, "always been."

the electric feeling induced you to keep your eyes shut during your plead. however you would instantly jolt, and your eyes opened fully as you sensed geto's skillful tongue tease a swipe all around your pussy.

"oh, yes!" you squeal, taking in every inch of his wet muscle's feel. geto's hands held on tightly around your thighs, caressing the plump skin of your legs. but he wanted to further feel your body, eager to reminisce how it used to feel.

relishing in the ensuring pleasure, you were surprised to feel geto's sturdy hand reach out for your own as it laid clench on your chest. you loosen your grip once you feel his touch.

your moans never failed to vibrate in the spacious room, inciting your ex-lover to grant a generous relief to his shaft. though in his mind it was not enough, so he rummaged throughout the messy sheets into finding a thin, small fabric you own.

geto unfolded the scrunched underwear and placed it on his cock, he began to caress himself around with the help of your panties. he stuttered as he pumped his relief while using something only of your own usage, as well as being one of the most private things a person could possess. his oral performance rallied all over your pussy.

the soft fabric of your panties made your ex moan, whimper and lap at your pussy with his tongue like a starved man, it sent you to overdrive, cumming all over his face.

"sugu, fuck, so good...keep it up." and those heavenly squeals of yours mixed with alcohol and tiredness, shoot heavy strings of his cum into your underwear with no remorse. taking a few, heavy breaths in, he calmed himself down and began to trail kisses around your body until it fell on your lips.

"can i stay?" he said with a cheeky tone and a full grin as he placed himself beside you. geto trails his arms on your naked torso, embracing you while waiting for your answer.

still panting and exhausted, though enjoying his comfort, you say, "fine."

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tetsusangel · 1 month

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yayy okay so let's talk about dp with bullies satosugu but it's an au where they're both demons and reader is a pretty angel

gojo and geto like to have a little fun tormenting innocent humans, but lately their plans have been "ruined" by reader

she spoils their fun because it's her duty to protect humans but also because she's kinda hoping to get the boys' attention

they come up with a plan to surprise her and finally give her what she wants: to have her cute angel holes filled by her favorite bullies 💦🩷

a/n: omg nonny i haven’t written in ages and this is my first req after redoing my whole blog and im sososo happy you shared this thot with me im literally creaming

cw: dom!satosugu, sub!reader, multiple orgasms (reader), overstim, pet names (princess, baby, sweet/pretty/good girl), slight degradation, sprinkle of praise, double penetration (1 hole), cunnilingus, 'toru slaps your cunt twice, he also "slaps" your face once, oral (m! and f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification (sorry i couldn't help myself), MDNI, lmk if i missed anything!!

w/c: 1.4k

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru are the WORST! They make your life as the resident caring angel so hard :( They’re always prancing around toying with oblivious humans.

Before they met you, their antics were occasional and spontaneous. But when they first saw you swoop down and save the poor innocent soul they had been messing with, they knew they had to see you again. Even if that meant going out of their way to torment more humans than they were interested in doing.

And they knew you were enjoying it. Not enjoying saving the humans, but enjoying seeing Satoru and Suguru. The two men were constantly bored and aching for a new plaything, those plain humans just weren’t cutting it anymore. They needed to get their hands on you and that sweet cunt you’d been hiding from them.

They also knew you were too shy to say anything. You were just a pretty little angel trying to stop two big, mean devils from harming the one thing you had sworn to protect. So of course, they kept on with their torments towards those inferior humans. And you, of course, kept coming in to save the day.

“That’s enough! Don’t you guys think it’s time you give those poor humans a break. They haven’t done anything to you” You scolded, putting up a horrible act of pretending you weren’t enjoying their company.

Deep down all three of you knew that something was bound to happen soon. You were all reaching your breaking point. Soon enough they’d give you exactly what you want from them, and they would take exactly what they want from you.

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru wouldn’t be able to hold the title of devils if they weren’t as good as they were in teasing you and slowly breaking you down into the perfect pet for them. But to do that, they’d need you to open up first. What better way to coax a kind hearted angel out of her shell than to surprise her?

As you laid down on your back against the plush expanse of your bed, you wondered why you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Satoru and Suguru. It had been an entire week of peace and quiet; something you weren’t used to and something you didn’t miss.

You didn’t enjoy seeing pure-hearted humans get hurt by them, but you did enjoy the way Satoru and Suguru looked at you when you scolded them. Like they were going to eat you up and, God, you wished they would.

Pulling a pillow over your head you groaned. “Aww poor baby, somethin’ wrong?” A muffled voice called out from your right. A voice that sounded a lot like….Satoru? “She must’ve missed us. I think she likes us more than she’d like to admit” Another voice calls out, this time from your left and the sound is similar to the honeyed voice of Suguru.

Amidst your confusion, the pillow you had used to cover your face was ripped from your hands and lo and behold were the two missing men. Before you can stop yourself, you whined out a quiet “I missed you”. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they had missed you too. And that they definitely had something planned for you.

“Yeah, baby? You missed us? Fuck, we missed you too. Our sweet, little angel. Always pretending she’s coming down to save those worthless humans when she really just wants to be near us.” Satoru starts.

“No- No I” This time, you’re cut off by Suguru. “Don’t be like that pretty girl. We missed you too. In fact, Satoru and I wanna show you how much we missed you”.

You couldn’t believe it. You’ve waited for so long for them to finally give you what you’d been craving since the day you saved the first human they tormented. Were you dreaming? Were you in heaven? No, of course not. Devils aren’t allowed in heaven. This was hell.

Everything happens so suddenly. You're flipped on your hands and knees, Satoru behind you and the tent in Suguru’s pants is right in front of your face just begging to be touched. Before you can even pick a hand up to unzip Suguru, you feel a large hand flip your skirt up followed by two long digits rubbing against your clothed pussy.

Another whine escapes your lips as Satoru’s ring and middle finger draw tight circles around your clit from above your panties. When Satoru finally drags your panties down and off your ankles is when Suguru speaks up again. “C’mon princess, don’t keep me waiting. We’ve been so patient with you. Don’t make us be mean to you on our first day. Or would you like that?”

The whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. Suguru drops his boxers and jeans, kicking them off as fast as he can. “Kiss the tip baby- Fuck, that’s it. Good girl” The praise is sent straight between your legs and a chuckle from Satoru lets you know he felt your needy cunt clench around his fingers.

“You like that, baby? You wanna be praised? But you’re acting like such a slut. What kind of angel lets two devils use her like this? Oh sweet girl, you’re so wet. You like when I’m mean to you?” You want to say no, you want to tell him it isn’t true (it is true), but Suguru shoves himself farther down your throat, a guttural groan sending vibrations all over your body.

You’re so focused on trying to take Suguru down your throat that you don’t realize Satoru getting impatient. A sharp slap on your clit brings your attention back to Satoru. You barely get out a “S’toruuuu” before he does it again. Another cross between a moan and a whine leaves your mouth causing Suguru to buck his hips into your face.

Satoru can tell you’re getting distracted again, but this time he opts to wrap his soft tongue around your clit while his ring and middle finger slip inside your wet folds, scissoring you open. They’re both so overwhelming, Satoru behind you slurping away at your sweet pussy and Suguru wrapping a hand around your head and pulling it back and forth on his dick.

And then as if they were connected telepathically, they both pull away at the same time. Your head is spinning, the only thing on your mind is making sure you end the night with them stuffing you full of their cum.

Satoru leans back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back facing Suguru. And finally, finally, he slowly sinks you down on his fat length. It’s already too much for you but Suguru is right behind him, they’ve waited long enough. You can take them both. As soon as you’ve settled down on Satoru, Suguru is pushing into you.

“W-Wait, fuucckkk, ‘s too much! Too big!” You cry out, but the two devils don’t seem to care. They buck their hips into yours, the room filled with echoes of your whines and moans of “C-Can’t”, “Wan’ more” and “Please d-don’t stop”. Soon enough you’re not talking at all. You’ve cum more times than you can count. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle.

Your eyes have rolled into your head and the only thing you can think of is Satoru and Suguru and Suguru and Satoru. A light slap on the right side of your face gets you to look at Satoru but he can tell from that far-away look in your eyes that you aren’t completely here anymore. That’s okay though. He knows he wanted this, he knows Suguru wanted this, and he for sure knows that you needed this.

“Suguru, shit, I think our sweet, little angel has gone dumb” A groan is heard from the other man. “Fuck, what slut. She takes us so well.” G-Gonna cum soon” A response is heard almost immediately “M-Me too. You gonna cum for us one more time, pretty girl?” Suguru’s hand snakes around your waist to use a finger of his to rub fast and messy circles around your puffy clit.

No longer able to respond, you arch your back further into Satoru causing your head to lean back on Sugurus shoulder as you whine out in overstimulation. Their thrusts become erratic and you know they’re getting closer and closer and finally they fill you up as you cum. The sticky, sweaty smell of sex overwhelms your senses. Another tap is felt on your shoulder, “Hey pretty, let’s get you cleaned up”

#gojo smut #geto smut #gojo x reader x geto #stsg x reader #satosugu smut #satosugu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #satosugu o(>ω<)o #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen #bia.nsfw #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut

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amtrak12 · 2 years

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seriously I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at TV characters as much as I’m yelling at the Lucifer cast during my season 3 rewatch. How did this season manage to hook me on this show? Truly baffling.

#'Chloe's love! She's so special! uwu'#YOU FUCKING NINCOMPOOPS #IT'S YOUR FEELINGS! YOUR FEELINGS ARE WHAT'S CAUSING THESE CHANGES #Lucifer: opens up to Chloe and becomes physically vulnerable around her #decides he's going to show her his devil face and OOPS no more devil face cause he's a little chicken shit #(which is fair dude I'd be scared too)#Cain: falls for Chloe enough to feel guilty for hurting her and LO AND BEHOLD his curse his gone #the one he got for killing his brother and never feeling guilty about it #SHOCKING HOW THAT WORKS #like okay I know I have the benefit of S4-6 knowledge for this rewatch but also IT'S SO OBVIOUS IN THE NARRATIVE #AND YET NoOoOoOoO #THESE DUMB FUCK CELESTIAL BEINGS ARE STILL LIKE: obviously God is controlling everything and he's a dick #*stares at the camera*#HOW MANY EONS HAVE YOU EXISTED????? AND YET IT STILL TAKES YOU UNTIL S5 TO UNDERSTAND HOW YOUR ANGEL POWERS WORK??#unbelievable #and Lucifer likes to think he's smarter than Dan #*deep sigh*

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lyneyluv · 2 months

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lengthy drabble. nsfw utc. mdni, 18+.

childe can’t keep his mind off you. you're like a magnet to him—no matter what you do, you pull him in. you can bet that if his gaze isn't on you, then something else is, whether it be his arm around your shoulders or a hand on your waist.

you've entranced him in a way that makes him need you like water—as if the very breath from his lungs would be ripped away from him if he's apart from you. his eyes are always searching for you- that is if you aren’t already by his side. yes, he's a teensy bit obsessed, but its all within reason! you're such a cutie; he's just making sure nobody tries to make a move when they see he's gone. you're his girl. nobody else's.

with that being said, loving you makes his business trips so unbearably hard. he can barely handle leaving the house every morning, how is he supposed to handle multiple days away?

he'll get back to his temporary home after a long day, all worked up and just needing you. lo and behold, you aren't there. poor guy has to fend for himself for a couple days. but he just can't stop thinking about you :( he can't help it!! you're the light of his life, and when you walk around looking like everything he has ever dreamed of and more, he can't help but want to indulge in everything you have to offer. unfortunately for him, you're a couple nations over.

despite the distance, he can't help but wonder what you might be doing. are you alone? are your showering? have you eaten? is your mind plagued with thoughts of him like his is with you? his hands drag over his face in a poor attempt to derail his train of thought, but the heat crawling up his body grows too hard to ignore. without even knowing, he's thought himself into a corner. he doesn't want to bother you this late, but he has to hear your voice.

picking up his phone as he lays in bed, ajax dials your number. "angel..." he muses as he hears the line pick up.

"hi, baby," you groan out—it might be late, but you're still happy to hear from your boy. "long day? i miss you."

oh archons. just hearing your voice makes his pants grow impossibly tight. "were you sleeping? i didn't mean to wake you," he hums, hit brows knitting in a frown.

"yeah," you yawn and stretch your limbs out over your fart too empty bed, "but it's alright, i miss you too much to be mad." you giggle out. "what's my handsome ajax doing right now?"

he exhales at your words. "oh, you know..." a blush creeps up his cheeks as he looks around the empty room, "missing you," he pauses, thinks, and proceeds. "missing the way you feel," he trails off, his free hand running over his growing tent. he continues through shallow breaths as he speaks mindlessly into the phone. "i miss your kisses," he undoes the zipper of his pants as he pulls the waistband down, "i miss your hands," he grabs his length as it hardens under his fingers, wishing they were your own, "i miss your mouth," his hips stutter as he spreads the leaking precum over his tip, "fuck—i miss your pussy..."

he continues his work as he babbles into your ear, a desperate effort to turn you on and have you somehow magically appear next to him so he could fuck himself dumb into you. his pupils dilate and a low groan erupts from his chest as he hears your soft mewls beginning to fall from the speaker. he's fucking his fist, trying his best to hold back his moans as deeps groans slip out here and there.

he loves you so much. he'd quit his stupid job if it meant he could stay buried within your cunt forever. "wanna fuck a baby into you so bad... jus' wanna be inside you all the time," he whispers out, his thrusts becoming frantic and rushed as he chases his high. "so perfect, i never wanna be away from you," he pictures you underneath him, legs wrapped around his torso as he pounds relentlessly into your core. "fuck—you miss me angel? y'miss me fucking you full? gonna let me come home and cum inside you?"

with whatever strength you have left from your own personal pleasure, you hum through the phone. that's all it takes for his release to come rushing through him, roped of white cum staining his tensed abs. you hear him panting through the phone.

"i'll be home soon, angel," he says sweetly, "you better keep your word." you can hear his smirk through the phone.

©𝑙𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑣 ’24

#very rushed. been awake for the past 36hrs.#childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut #genshin smut #pwp

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ask-ayuna-katsuki · 3 months

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(Milo Kocho au!<3)

*Yuto is at the butterfly mansion visiting Milo to make sure she’s taking care of herself. It’s pretty cold out so he’s praying that she’s not outside, lo and behold there she is.. asleep under a tree, pale and completely still as if she were dead*

*Yuto was walking around shivering and then he saw Milo under a tree which made his eyes widen in panic and worry*

“H-huh?! Angel!”

*he ran over to her, scooped her into his arms and rushed her inside*

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nunalastor · 1 month

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What if Alastor got a pet cat

The cat died and (because we don't know what actually sends people to hell or heaven) it got send to hell without a known reason.

It's just some cat and legit terrified so Charlie adopts it immediately and tried to comfort it

Despite cleaning it, getting it toys, petting it, singing to it, letting it allow touch at its own pace, it favours Alastor

It still stays around the others but once Alastor enters the room it runs towards him trying to get his attention, so much so over its 8 months in the hotel that it's grown a sense that detects when Alastor is nearby or about to pop in

Charlie is happy (and jealous) the cat found someone it were comfortable with, Vaggie is concerned for its wellbeing around Alastor, Husker guiltily is invested in how Alastor reacts to the cat, Angel is glad his own pet (idk name soz T-T) has a friend now (and they do play alot they get along so well), Nifty keeps thinking it's a rodent but leaves it alone cus it's much nicer to her than all the other rodents, Sir Pentious gets worries the cat will scratch his hood/hair thing but after the first time it's learnt not to touch that and just rubs him

Alastor is trying to ignore the cat but he was human once. He cannot deny the healing powers of cat purrs

Meanwhile Lucifer is SEETHING that the cat likes Alastor the most and keeps trying to make elaborate cat toys to make it favour him or Charlie or ANYONE else in the hotel instead

On the other side Vox wants to recruit the cat to mess with Alastor but lo and behold Al trained it to hate Vox so the cat actively attacks and harasses Vox and will piss on him if possible and Vox knows if he even damaged a hair on it every member of the hotel will make quicker work of him than the extermination ever could, his status and power as a Vee and Overlord be fucked

I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction I wrote for you lol

👀

#hazbin hotel #alastor #nunalastor asks #cursed cat alastor #(in my brain at least)#headcanon

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cynthinesia · 8 months

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Heartfelt Gratitude Of Loving Me

In which they receive a gift from you...

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

He had just woken up from another nap when he heard your footsteps coming closer. Ah yes, one of the best things to have when you wake up; your (s/o) by your side.

He lazily hugs you with an arm on your waist when you sit near him. You stroke his head, resulting in him purring a little. (Lions do purr, believe me or not!)

He smells the air for a few moments, because along with your scent there is another. And it smells like tender, delicious meat.

He turns his head to you as you take out something from a paper bag; the source of that scent.

Aaaaaand.... It’s a meat sandwich!

“Is it for me?” He smugly asks while eyeing you.

You nod, of course it’s for him! Who else would make something that contains his favorite food? And you tell him that this is a small token of appreciation for loving you.

He laughs and pats your head then he takes a bite out of it. ...It’s well cooked too!

“So, do you like it?” You ask.

Instead, he replies with a kiss since his mouth is full.

When he backs off, you can see him smiling at you. He seems to like your gift! 😊

Achievement Earned: The Way To His Heart ❤️

🐆 Ruggie Bucchi 🐆

He was sitting on a bench to rest after a tiring day when you approached him with a paper bag with something special in it.

Wait a minute, the bag on your hand smells divine! Could it be that you brought him what he thinks it is?!

You smile and kiss him on the cheek while putting the bag on his lap, and being the hungry boy he is, he breaks the kiss when he notices the bag on his lap.

He literally tears the bag apart to notice a box. Lo and behold; it’s a box full of doughnuts!

As he gobbles them he smiles at you with mouth full of them, wondering how did he get so lucky to be loved by you.

When he is done eating the doughnuts, he jumps onto you and starts to kiss your face as you playfully laugh and ruffle his hair.

You are certain that he will return to favor by bringing you your favorite food some time later~

Achievement Earned: Doughnut Sized Heart ❤️

🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎

He was sitting on his desk studying when you came to him with a surprise; a huge slice of apple pie!

He was surprised to say the least, especially after getting an earful from Vil.

The next thing you knew after putting the plate on his desk was him just tackling you.

He hugged you tightly as to not let you go, obviously overjoyed.

You hugged him back, not as tight, and kissed him on the forehead.

You can definitely say he absolutely loved your little treat. 🤭

Achievement Earned: Country Boy, Take Me Home

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

He was scrolling through his phone in his room, in his little world when you came to him with two bowls. He had a frown on his face though...

You sighed, wondering what could make him to sad, and left them to bring something else.

He turned his gaze to you when you brought in a kettle with hot water in it.

Then his eyes caught a familiar sight of the package; two packs of spicy ramen.

“I was thinking of trying these with you...” You said with a giggle.

“It’s okay baby~” He put his phone down with a smile and kissed you.

You calmly put the ramens in your bowls and put the water, carefully as to not burn your hands, while Cater put the spices and prepared the chopsticks.

As you ate them together, you kissed him on the corner of his lips, making his cheeks flush deeper in response. This seems like it cheered him up.

As he is done with his bowl, he grabs your chin and kisses you on the lips.

★ Cater will definitely remember that.

Achievement Earned: Baby, You’re My Angel 💕

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

It was after you were done with your classes when he found you making your way to Diasomnia. So he decided to watch you for a while...

As you enter the hallway by pushing the door open, the candles suddenly lit up. He was there, waiting for you with a smirk...

Needless to say, you are surprised. But after you collect yourself, you walk up to him. He runs to you and tackles you down, knocking the bag and its contents in the process...

He notices the said contents, that being two glasses of tomato juice with sandwiches, spilling out and messing up the floor...

“I wanted to surprise you, but I think you did it first.” You said, a little upset... but then he lifts you up.

“It is not a problem for me at all, my dear~” He smiles as he brings you to the kitchen.

While being in there, he takes out a carafe full of tomato juice from the fridge. Your eyes widen.

“Did you have this much juice already?!” You yell, clearly SHOOK, to which he replies, “Why yes, I had. Why wouldn’t I?”

You look down in disappointment while he gives you a glass and smooches you on the lips. 🥰

“You needn’t have to give me anything, you are the biggest gift to me.” He says, caressing your cheek.

You can’t seem to decide whether you want to kiss him or kick him in the nuts... But hey, he seems happy!

Achievement Earned: I Just Want Your Heart

🦦 Kalim Al-asim 🦦

He was sitting in cafeteria, unusually alone, and eating his lunch when you approached him with a paper bag... He looked so sad. :(

You sit beside him with your plate and he immediately hugs you tightly and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Kalim, are you alright?” You ask him as you are worried, but he doesn’t answer. He just stays still like that.

“Jamil’s sick today, so he can’t be here... But hey, at least you’re here now!” He says with a smile on his face.

You slightly frown and kiss his cheek as you take out your surprise from the paper bag. His eyes catch the familiar sight of a brown fuzz as it becomes more clear; it’s coconut juice in a cup that resembles a coconut!

“Is that for me?!” He yells, getting the attention of some students. He snatches the cup and immediately opens it. You give him the straw that comes with it.

“Well, Cater and I were visiting a cafe the other day and I wanted to get something for you as well.” You pat his head. “I know Jamil’s not here to bring you coconut juice, but I did.. You looked like you needed it so- Wait, are you crying?!”

He was, indeed, crying... He puts the cup to the side and throws his arms around your neck.

“(Y/N)!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUCH!!!” He says while his tears wet your chest. You rub his back and kiss him on the top of his head.

A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. When you open it, you see Kalim standing there with the huge smile on his face. He grabs your face and kisses you on the lips before you can register what’s going on.

Before you know it, he brings you outside and you see a huge pile of gifts, all of them being your favorite ones... Your jaw nearly drops when he asks you this, “Did you like it (Y/N)? 😁”

You just stand there, trying to comprehend everything.

Achievement Earned: Anything For Your Love

If you like my writing, would you be kind enough to reblog it as well? I want more people to see it! 🥺✨

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ilykaveh · 1 year

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ꨄ︎ . ⋆ TALK LIKE AN ANGEL !

tartaglia / childe.

ABOUT: ajax's boredom leads to him viewing a rather provocative broadcast.

CONTENT: camgirl reader ⭒ toys ⭒ squirting ⭒ masturbation.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

STREAM LOADING. . .

you double checked your setup, ensuring the cosy pillows were all in the correct position, the dainty fairy lights were switched on, and that you had everything you needed within arms reach. after fixing your hair in the mirror behind your webcam, you hit the big red “GO LIVE” button like you had a billion times before. the little names shot up on your monitor rapidly, returning customers greeting you and complimenting how cute you looked this evening. you blew occasional kisses at the camera, doing your best to greet your chat. tips began flying in immediately, and before you knew it you were undoing the clasp of your bra and putting on a little show.

on the other end of the screen sat ajax. he didn’t usually click on sites like this, instead finding it much more satisfying to head out to the local bar and bring back a pretty girl or two. having had a difficult day at work, he’d opted to just return home and attempt to get some rest. but he couldn’t sleep. that’s what led to him typing in a url that he’d overheard one of the other harbingers mention, curious about what it would have to offer him. lo and behold, there you were, a short scroll down from the top of the screen. sure, you were attractive, but the adorable smile on your face made you look so damn angelic to him.

he clicked on your stream to see you explaining what you had planned for the evening. something about a new toy that you’d had delivered: a vibrator that would react to the tips sent in by viewers. the more they sent in, the more that you’d be pleasured. ajax, already in bed, rested back against his pillows and thought he would observe for a moment at least.

you slipped your panties off with ease, spreading your legs in a teasingly slow manner to reveal your already glistening cunt. he watched as an array of messages filled the chat screen about how ethereal you looked and how much they all wanted a piece of you for themselves. some even began to detail how they wanted to fuck you, or would confess how hard you had made them. ajax couldn’t deny it, the sight of your pretty pussy was so intoxicating that he could feel his cock stiffening.

meanwhile, you had picked up a little pink toy from beside you, along with a small bottle of lube. you prepared the vibrator before easing it into your cunt, keeping your labia spread wide in order for the lens to capture how well your hole took the toy. after a couple of clicks, you activated the device. there was a moment of quiet before the tips began rolling in. it seemed as though your viewers had decided to start off slower,yet you still threw your head back in ecstacy, whining at the sudden sensations. short expletives fell from your lips as you worked to compose yourself in order to read the tip notes left by some of your biggest spenders this evening.

“our pretty whore is already creaming for us!”

“keep going boys!”

“let us see that sweet pussy, baby!”

you smiled, leaning back in your setup and ensuring that everybody could see your drooling cunt. “thank you!” you cried out as best you could, though the strong vibrations were already making it increasingly difficult to focus. the toy had five different levels, each with different strengths and patterns, with the fifth being the most intense. you were certain that you hadn’t been pushed above the third setting just yet, especially considering that activating them was on the pricier end. maybe later on, one of your regulars would swoop in and push you over the edge with one.

at this point, ajax’s long, veiny cock was freed of his underwear and slapping against his stomach. despite him not knowing anything about you, he couldn’t help the blossoming of jealousy in his chest. with a huff, he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed his wallet. after making an account and entering his credit card details, ajax joined in. the knowledge that he was contributing to the tips that were making you squirm only made his cock harder, his blushing tip already leaking with precum. he spat on his palm, giving into lust and beginning to fuck his fist to the sight of you.

“you gonna squirt for us, princess?"

"im cumming”

“got any other toys with u?”

the last question caught your eye. fortunately, the tips had slowed down significantly, instead just chiming in every few moments rather than as a steady stream, so you managed to reply with some ease.

“yes! as usual, i have a couple of dildos, my wand, nipple clamps, and the adorable buttplug that one of you bought from my wishlist! for a thousand tokens, you can tell me what to do with them.” you babbled excitedly. ajax could tell that you were getting off on all of this attention, but he wanted to be your sole focus. luckily for him, he had a large amount of mora to blow.

a thousand tokens later, you were hit with a wave of vibrations more intense than the last. you couldn’t hold back the squeals, almost crying when the pattern ended because you wanted, no, needed more.

“fuck yourself for me,”

was all that ajax managed to write. once you’d recovered from your brief moment, you grabbed a hold of your toys and showed them to your webcam.

“which one do you want?” your eyes were innocent, as though you weren’t asking him which fake cock you should be bouncing on. it only drove him a little bit more feral.

he looked at each of the three dildos you’d presented him with. one was clear, a little bit shorter than his own but making up for it in girth. the next was the biggest, a semi-realistic cock, with veins down its shaft and a nice set of balls. the final was a cute shade of pink, one that he thought perfectly complimented your aura. it was the closest to his own cock too, so he typed the confirmation in chat.

upon reading it, you began informing the stream that you would keep the vibrator on, and promised to keep it pressed flush against your clit whilst you rode the chosen toy. as you set yourself up, you couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery man was, not noticing him as a regular viewer. however, all thoughts left your mind as you sunk down on the cock, feeling your walls stretch open to accommodate the length. as soon as you’d reached its hilt, you were hit with another large tip from the same user.

“good girl”

those two words were enough to make you moan on their own, though combined with the sizeable tip and thus vibrations that followed, your entire body shook. anybody that had tuned into your stream could tell that you were getting close, that much was obvious. your movements on your toy were feeble as you were hit with tip after tip, each of them sent in by a user that desired to be the one to make you cum.

however, all of them would be insignificant as soon as ajax hit the enter key and sent in what would be his final tip of the evening. his cock was painfully stiff, but he refused to finish until you did - he wanted to cum with you. he had sent in enough to activate your toy’s highest setting, and as soon as it activated, the look on your face was heavenly.

“cum for me, princess”

your jaw slackened and your eyes rolled to white. your movements grew extremely sloppy, displaying nothing but neediness as you made feeble attempts to continue bouncing on your toy. you were trembling at this point, reduced to a mess of cries and moans. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, and you found yourself gushing. the chat was going wild, convinced that they’d never seen you cum this hard before. that only fueled ajax’s ego, and prompted his own orgasm.

once you had to take a moment to regain your composure, you thanked your stream as usual and turned off for the night. before closing the cam site, you opened the list of today’s highest tippers, and found yourself clicking on the “send message” button displayed next to the screen name of someone in particular.

#delilah.docs #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #childe smut #childe x reader #ajax x reader #ajax smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin childe

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“Angel” it’s not that your “old” I mean you went through Toy Hell without a problem, so good on you :)

BUT cause you help them, your their savior from years of pain and trauma and that’s already a league of your own compared to everyone else

Your their when they need your help

Mentally and financially stable

There to “Heal” them

There give them advice

There when they need somewhere to be safe with

They look up to you, cause no was there to be their for them except for each other

Your their Angel from years of pain, thats why, not cause your Old, and you should be proud that they have real smiles not fake ones

“I don’t know, it’s a lot to take in with everything that has happened so far, the irony that I wasn’t planning on building a family, lo and behold, here we are”

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #saved au #onyx’s whimsy art

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The secret timeline inside of Good Omens season 2 revealed, *part2*

Part 1 l Part 2

The ineffable cut is explained in part 1. Please read that first. (I’ve burnt a timecode into this ineffable edit to help pick up the rhythm.)

So now that I've shown you XX:X6 is the number of the beast in the last installment, what else can we glean? Well, it turns out angel numbers (sequences of repeated numbers ex: 22:22 or 20:02) are quite important events in the S2 universe! I've cut together every "Angel Number" I could find in the timeline and put them in order. I first noticed this near the end of the ineffable cut, where Beelzebub and Gabriel hold hands, so I've started with that one just to give you an idea how bonkers this whole sequence is. Don't forget, sound on! Breakdown below the cut.

So we start off with this Beez and Gabriel sequence near the end of the cut. They start singing to each other a little out of time, but lo and behold, at 02:03:20 the music comes in right on time with the seconds ticking by to line them up. By the time they reach 03:33 they're gone.

Aziraphale is excited to get his "record"! He's doing something sneaky, and as a result opens the door to go off to said covert activity on 00:02:22.

Crowley asks "Do they know?" on 03:33. Who are they and why does he want to know? This whole scene is on a St-James park bench so spying and double speak is in progress, clearly.

Crowley then asks "Something big?" on 00:04:44. We get the hint for the main action of the entire second season here. Something's up with the up...

Now the real fun begins! I'll come back to the ones I just skipped in a later post because they're more subtle. Here's the first "real" angel number at 11:11. Aziraphale discovers THE box and touches it for the first time.

At 22:22 Nina and Maggie's signs are "mysteriously" ignored by a human passerby.

This is wild. Aziraphale is learning about the Everyday record and something funny happens. 33:31 Aziraphale says, " Do you have a copy?" 33:32 Maggie says, "Mm, too many of them" and at the same time a car horn beeps twice. 33:33 Aziraphale is startled by the fact that a double car horn happened on a XX:X2 and looks out the window in concern. So the question is: does Aziraphale feel or know the rhythm of the timestamps?? And are things that line up with numbers a signal he's paying attention to?

A funny one! At 44:44 Aziraphale seems to be wanting to check if Gabriel is really who he says he is, and is watching him like a hawk. Gabriel does all he can to do nothing at all and look innocent while the angel number passes by.

Another funny one. Nice. 55:55 reveals that the Bentley likes Aziraphale more than Crowley, and does whatever he wants, including not speeding when he puts his foot down.

This next one's a little peculiar. It seems like an exchange about Gabriel's whereabouts, but it's the halfway point of the edit (1:11:10-11:11:11) of the ineffable timeline and we seem to be having two conversations at once. Shax says on 11:11 "He hates you." Does she mean that she thinks Crowley hates Aziraphale, or... that Gabriel hates Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks noticeably shocked at her reply. After the eyebrow raise of "You don't seem like his type at all" I would bet we're not talking about Crowley anymore. How did she get this information?

01:22:22 Gabriel does a little laugh to himself while signalling with the lamp. What the fuck? Does someone know morse code?

01:33:33 Maggie extends her had to Nina at the ball, to invite her to dance. Nina looks pleased, but doesn't move until... a very odd miracle sound on a XX:X6 happens and she jumps up to take Maggie's hand. That miracle sound is not Aziraphale's, and besides, he would never miracle on a 6. Who's the demon making Nina dance...

Aziraphale's halo toss is the flip from ACT II to ACT III of season 2, and as such, get's a special time right before rolling over to the second hour. He decides to throw it down on exactly 01:54:45, and at 01:54:54 gets a giant tubular bell ring in the music to highlight the action. It lands on the ground at 01:55:01, and incinerates the demons at precisely 01:55:10.

01:59:59 Beez and Gabriel hold hands, and a magical chime sounds at 2:00:00. Maggie start her sentence "Aww, that's really sweet" at the same time, and manages to finish it on 2:00:02. (Dagon politely waits to pretend to barf on a XX:X3 after she's done.)

The last one is a big one : 02:02:02 gets "to face CELESTIAL punishment" by Michael. This is what we've been waiting for the entire season, the Checkov's gun of the book of life. But, where is it? We then get an odd cowboy showdown style stare-off between Michael and Shax. I'm predicting that missing chunk of time in the bookshop before we come back to Michael threatening Aziraphale with the book of life is going to be a pretty interesting reveal in season 3. -------------------------------------------

People, this is the short version of this post. There are SO MANY things to unpack. Next up is doubled numbers. If you want an ides of what it takes to break things down, here's my workflow timeline right now. The stuff after the first big space is numbers I haven't shown you yet... This show is insane.

#good omens meta #good omens 2 #art director talks good omens #go season 2 #go meta #good omens season 2 #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens analysis #good omens spoilers

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