#DON’T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF PLEASEEEE

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌��� 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒��𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘��𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[caseyjones2012]

I’m transmasc but I like wearing dresses, call that…heh…transmasc who doesn’t give a shit what ppl think about him

[sevsgiirl]

Sevika headcanons please? Romantic & sexual, when she has crush etc? Pretty pleaseeee?

— sevika being a lovesick puppy for you

synopsis: sevika doesn’t understand why she can’t seem to act normally around silco’s new hire. she’s never had a problem letting anybody know what she thinks about them, but you? you were different. and it was driving her insane.

note: my first req 🥹 so sorry if this was sloppy I did it last minute but I was just excited to write this for you. I hope you like it and thank you for sending this in!

𖥔 sevika wouldn’t consider herself a shy romantic. she isn’t the type to stutter when she sees a person she likes and she definitely has no problem walking up to people she finds attractive and asking them out. when she wants something, she goes for it.

𖥔 that’s why she was baffled when she met you. you were silco’s new hire and when he informed sevika about you saying you were his new informant and that you’d be joining her in missions, she didn’t think much of it.

𖥔 what she didn’t expect was her becoming so smitten by you that she avoided talking to you for the first couple of weeks. there was just something about you and the way you walked into a room and her eyes immediately gravitated towards you but she just couldn’t seem to muster the courage to introduce herself.

𖥔 you assumed she was either just guarded or that she didn’t like you. you tried not to take it personally but you had to admit it was torture because you found the older woman incredibly interesting and wanted to strike up a conversation with her.

𖥔 but it seems like whenever she sees you she refuses to acknowledge your presence. walking past you, answering your work related questions with either a hum or a nonchalant ‘yes’ or ‘no’

𖥔 what you didn’t know is that sevika was losing her mind because she’s never acted this way around anybody.

𖥔 perhaps it was your innocent and warm personality that made her hesitant to talk to you, because you were so different from her and everybody else that worked for silco. you didn’t seem like you fit here but you always got the job done when asked and that just flustered her even more.

𖥔 not to mention, you’re hot. so fucking hot especially when you’d walk around in those tight fitted shorts you always wore that showed off your legs and thighs that made her mouth go dry every single time.

𖥔 sometimes you’d do things by accident that would make her brain go haywire. whether it was leaning against the bar talking to thieram and you’d arch your back enough for your ass to poke out. how you’d fold your arms together and it’d cause your tits to be pushed together. how every time you’d talk to someone, you have this habit of tilting your head and biting your lower lip and she’d have to restrain yourself from biting her entire fist.

𖥔 don’t even get her started on the way you say her name, your voice all sultry and sweet “sevika? are you ready to go?” she always ends up giving you a nod because she knew if she responded verbally she’d be a spluttering mess.

𖥔 she didn’t want to come across as a bitch but she knew it was likely looking that way, but she just didn’t know how to act around you. it was frustrating.

𖥔 eventually though, you’ve had enough and asked her about it “sevika? can I have a word with you?”

𖥔 she was backed into a corner and she tried so hard not to sound like an idiot “what for?” she asked, hoping you didn’t notice the panic in her tone.

𖥔 you sighed, looking down on your feet “I just wanted to ask if we’re good? I’ve been working here for almost a month now and I know it’s probably not that serious but I just can’t let it slide how you talk to everyone here but me. if I did something wrong that made you dislike me please just-“

𖥔 “what? no!” she exclaimed which surprised you “I mean… fuck. I don’t hate you, princess. you’ve done nothing wrong and you’re…” basically fucking perfect is what she wanted to say, but she stopped herself “you’re good. you’re more than good but I just have a hard time with new hires, it doesn’t help that you’re younger.”

𖥔 “well, that’s silly. you know you can talk to me, I won’t bite.” the implications of your words made her gulp “how about you come to my place this saturday and I cook you lunch? please? I really want to get to know you.”

𖥔 trying to talk to you while there was so many people around was already a struggle, imagine being left alone with you “I don’t know, sweetheart.”

𖥔 “please?” and there it is again, that tone you always use that makes her fucking melt “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

𖥔 the next thing sevika knew, it was saturday and she was in front of your door wondering whether or not her decision to come to your place was a great idea.

𖥔 truth be told, you had every right to feel hurt about sevika’s ambivalence towards you, but usually people would just let it slide because they were scared of her. you though?

𖥔 “sevika, hi!” you said as you greeted her at your door “I was wondering when you’d show.”

𖥔 she offered an awkward smile “yeah well, I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

𖥔 what she came to realize as soon as she arrived however, both to her pleasure and horror, was that you were good company to have around. which she hated. it was enough that she was not only attracted to you physically but the fact she was smitten by your personality as well made her want to pull her hair out. you could talk for hours and she’d listen to every single word.

𖥔 “I’m really glad we cleared the air because I was scared that I did something wrong for you to ignore me,” you said with a sheepish smile as you ate lunch with her “for a moment, I thought I was being a show off which might’ve annoyed you…”

𖥔 sevika immediately shook her head “no, that’s not… don’t ever think that.” you blinked up at her, as if to coax her into saying what really was the reason why she avoided you like the plague.

𖥔 and she thought since she’s here and there’s no point in acting like a sappy teenager at her grown age, she might as well come clean “I just find you attractive is all, princess. you came in and you had this sparkle about you and I didn’t know how to handle it. I’m used to being surrounded with old men at work so seeing you - young, bright and full of potential… I didn’t know how to make of it.”

𖥔 you were stunned for a second, your mouth agape “sev…” you bit your lip as you look down on your plate “well… if it’s any consolation I must say the feelings are mutual.”

𖥔 sevika’s eyes widened so much she swore they almost popped out.

𖥔 “what?” she asked as you nodded.

𖥔 “yeah, you’re so experienced and good at your job and silco trusts you so much. that’s why it was a big deal that you liked me or not because the truth is, out of everyone at work, I crave your validation the most.”

𖥔 her throat bobbed at your confession, an unmistakable heat pooling at her insides “yeah?” she said hoarsely.

𖥔 you smiled “I mean, of course, take it as you will. but I just wanted to let you know.”

𖥔 sevika swore she wasn’t going to cave into the allure of your words, of what they suggested, you were the new hire and it’d be so unprofessional of her to make a move on you. she kept that in mind even as you both finished lunch and she was about to walk out your apartment and leave…

𖥔 that’s why she doesn’t understand how she got here, stomach flat on the bed with your thighs trembling on both sides of her head as she licked a fat stripe off your leaking pussy. looking up at you with needy eyes and you stared back at her, a sly grin on your face.

𖥔 “oh sevi…” you moaned “and here I thought you hated me.”

[fuddaround]

this love ⋮ p.b

pairing .ᐟ paige bueckers x reader

summary .ᐟ when paige’s ex comes out to the national championship in support of paige, the two end up rekindling in the most expected way.

warnings/disclaimers .ᐟ this is my first time writing on here but i have written on wattpad before 😭 but this is toxic smut so read only if youre comfortable. this isnt edited the best because i was rushing pleaseeee forgive me. and its kinda repetitive but im soo sorry 😓

you had promised your ex girlfriend that you would be there for every big milestone. but just because you two were no contact didn’t mean you stopped supporting her.

paige bueckers. the girl who ruined you in the best and worst ways.

the girl you loved too loud, too hard. the girl who loved you when it was convenient.

you told yourself you were over her. swore you meant it. but then march rolled around and uconn was back in the natty. of course she made it.

and of course you were there.

nosebleeds. uconn hoodie pulled up. couldn’t risk being seen.

but your eyes never left her. warmup to tip-off. locked in.

she looked good. stupid good. focused. pissed. like she had something to prove.

typical paige.

you told yourself this was closure. one last moment to hold onto before finally letting go. before deleting the photo album you still hadn’t touched.

but then she looked up.

and she saw you.

dead center. frozen. heart in your throat.

and she smiled. tiny. smug.

you felt sick.

because she knew you’d come.

she always knew you’d come.

the game was somewhat easy for uconn. loud. sweaty. brutal.

south carolina was starting going down easy. but she wasn’t stopping.

you watched her fight like hell. take hits. get back up.

classic paige—icy veins and a fire under her.

your hands were shaking. maybe from the crowd. maybe from her.

and then—buzzer.

uconn on top. confetti everywhere.

she did it. they did it.

you didn’t even realize you were crying.

and then she pointed.

straight at you.

front row. courtside now. like she knew you’d find your way down.

you hesitated for half a second.

she waved you over again, grinning like she just won the whole world.

because maybe she did.

you pushed through security, breath stuck in your chest.

and then she was in your arms.

sweaty. exhausted. glowing.

she kissed you. hard. in front of everyone. teammates yelling, cameras flashing—none of it mattered.

“missed you,” she whispered against your lips, palm low on your waist.

you barely had time to react before her mouth was on your neck, too quick for the cameras, too slow for your sanity.

“you still mine, huh?” she breathed, low, possessive. “i win championships. i win you.”

her hand squeezed your hip. teeth brushed your ear.

“gonna make you scream louder than this crowd later.”

and then she was back with her team. trophy in hand. smile too wide.

like she didn’t just ruin you in ten seconds flat.

like she wasn’t about to do it again. you should’ve pulled away.

should’ve kept it cool, stayed on the sidelines like some casual ex who just happened to show up.

but paige didn’t do casual. not with you.

she had her arms around your shoulders like she owned you. like the championship wasn’t even the real win tonight.

and maybe it wasn’t.

confetti stuck in her hair, jersey clinging to her in all the right places. she was laughing, high off adrenaline and legacy.

but every other second, she was leaning into your ear.

“you’re coming back with me, ma” she muttered, voice dipped low and filthy, “don’t care who you’re with. don’t care what you told yourself.”

you swallowed hard, kept your face neutral as cameras flashed all around.

but her fingers were tracing patterns into your hip like it was second nature.

like she never forgot. and by the look in her eyes, she never did.

you were halfway into a conversation with azzi when paige slid her hand down your back again.

azzi was smiling, talking about how wild the last quarter was.

you tried to focus. tried to nod at the right times.

but paige was behind you now, chest to your back, breath hot against your neck.

“can’t wait to have you choking on my name later,” she whispered, soft enough only you could hear, “bet you’re already wet.”

your knees buckled just a little.

“you good?” kk asked, grinning.

you nodded too fast.

paige just smirked, her arm slipping around your waist tighter.

you watched the two of them celebrate. team huddles, laughter, jumping around with the trophy like kids.

but paige never let go.

not fully.

her fingers brushed under the hem of your hoodie when no one was looking.

her lips ghosted your cheek, your jaw, the shell of your ear.

“this isn’t over,” she said, voice dark with promise, “it never was.”

and god, you hated how true that felt.

because the moment you felt her hand curl around yours, grounding you in the chaos— you already knew you weren’t going home alone.

you didn’t even make it past the door before she had you up against the wall.

paige didn’t say anything. didn’t need to.

her mouth was on yours—urgent, wild, like she’d been starving for this. like the championship was just foreplay.

your hoodie was gone in seconds. she tugged it over your head and dropped it to the floor like it was in her way.

her hands were everywhere—possessive, greedy. like she was making up for lost time.

“take your shit off,” she ordered, voice rough and breathless, “but leave the bra.”

you obeyed.

you always did.

she quickly pulled her jersey from over her head—the one she just won in—and tossed it at you.

“put it on.”

your fingers shook as you slid it over your head. it was warm. still smelled like her. like sweat and gatorade and ego.

“look at you,” she muttered, stepping back just to take it in, “my fucking number on your back again. always belonged there.”

you didn’t get a chance to respond.

she was on you again, hands under the jersey, nails dragging down your sides hard enough to make you gasp.

“missed this,” she said, lips on your neck. “missed how you fall apart for me.”

you hated how fast you were melting. hated how your thighs clenched when she bit down on the spot just below your ear.

“you let anyone else touch you while we weren’t talking?” she asked suddenly, voice dipping lower.

your silence was enough.

paige laughed. dark. bitter, “yeah. that’s what i thought.”

her hand slipped between your legs, fingers ghosting over your underwear.

“wet as fuck and i’ve barely touched you.”

you whimpered—because she wasn’t lying. because this was always what she did to you; wrecked you without even trying.

“get on the bed.”

you moved without thinking. the jersey swayed around your thighs as you climbed onto the mattress. paige stood at the edge, watching you like she owned the moment. like she owned you.

and maybe she did.

she took her time stripping down, all confidence and no shame. championship ring still on. then she crawled on top of you, all heat and pressure and muscle.

“you know i think about you every time i cum?” she whispered, dragging her tongue along your collarbone, “every time. no one fucks me like you do.”

your hips bucked. she laughed.

“you missed this. missed me. tell me.”

“i missed you,” you breathed, barely able to form the words.

she pushed your underwear to the side and slid two fingers in deep.

“say it louder.”

you gasped, back arching. “i fucking missed you.”

her mouth crashed into yours again—biting, bruising, all teeth and tongue.

her fingers curled just right, like she remembered every inch of you. and she did. she definitely did.

“no one makes you cum like i do,” she growled against your lips.

“no one,” you choked out. “just you.”

your body trembled under her—hips rocking into her hand, moans tangled in your throat. the jersey clung to your skin, damp now with sweat and desperation.

and paige loved it. loved watching you fall apart in her number. like you were her prize.

“that’s it,” she whispered, voice thick with need.

“cum for me. make it count. make it loud.”

you shattered.

legs shaking. fists tangled in the sheets. breath caught on her name.

and she didn’t stop.

didn’t give you a break.

she kissed you through it, fucked you through it. like she needed you wrecked.

like she needed proof.

“still mine,” she whispered as you came down, lips brushing your cheek.

“i don’t care who you try to move on with. they’ll never touch you like this.”

you didn’t argue.

you couldn’t.

because you knew she was right.

you barely had time to breathe before she was dragging her fingers back through your folds.

“still so fuckin’ wet,” she murmured, almost to herself, watching the way you flinched under her touch. “you needed this, huh? needed me.”

you nodded, dazed.

“use your words, ma.”

your hips jerked at the name. fuck. she knew what it did to you.

“needed you,” you whispered. “so bad.”

paige leaned in, lips ghosting your jaw. “i know, baby. i know. only i can fuck you like this. only i know this pussy inside and out.”

then she was between your thighs. just gone. mouth on you like it was her last meal.

you cried out—hands in her hair, legs twitching as her tongue worked slow circles.

she moaned into you, loud and messy, like she was the one getting off.

and honestly? she probably was.

“taste like mine,” she muttered, lips slick. “fuck, baby.”

her tongue dove deep, her fingers still inside you, curling just right.

she didn’t give you a break. not even when you were gasping, begging.

“no, you take it. you take all of it, mama.”

and you did.

you fucking took it. came on her mouth so hard your vision blurred.

but she still wasn’t done.

she reached into her bag without a word, pulling out the small black vibe you hated and loved all at once. the one that made you cry. the one she only used when she wanted to ruin you.

you shook your head, already overstimulated.

she laughed. low. cruel.

“don’t gimme that,” she said, crawling back over you. “you wanted to show up tonight like a good little ex, now you gotta pay the price.”

she pressed the vibe to your clit and your whole body snapped. you yelped, legs thrashing, but her other hand pinned your hip down hard.

“stay fuckin’ still, ma. i said still.”

you whimpered, breath hitching.

“look at you. dumb off my fingers. dumb off a lil plastic. ain’t that pathetic, baby?”

the tears came without warning, cheeks wet, head shaking. but you weren’t saying no.

not even close.

“aw, baby,” she cooed, mock-sweet. “you crying? already?”

her hand came down—smack—across your thigh. you moaned, body jerking.

then again. smack. “quiet. or i’m stuffing your mouth next.”

you bit your lip so hard it hurt.

when she finally pulled the vibe away, you were shaking. legs useless. soaked and half-lucid.

and then you heard it.

the sound.

the soft click of her strap being buckled on.

you blinked through the haze, chest heaving, eyes going wide when you saw it.

“yeah, baby. you know what time it is.”

she climbed between your legs, dragging the tip through your folds. slow. teasing. cruel.

“you gonna take it like a good girl?” she asked, leaning in, mouth brushing yours. “gonna let me fill this pussy till you forget every bitch you tried to replace me with?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“say it.”

“yes, p. i’ll take it. i’ll be good.”

paige smiled like you just gave her the key to the city.

“that’s my fuckin’ girl.”

she bottomed out in one thrust.

you screamed.

she didn’t stop. didn’t let you adjust. just fucked you, hard and mean and relentless.

“this what you came here for, mama?” she growled, hips slamming into yours. “needed my strap in you again? needed to be reminded who the fuck you belong to?”

you couldn’t even speak.

you were gone.

she wrapped her hand around your throat, just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back.

“mine,” she spat. “say it.”

“y-yours,” you choked out. “i’m yours, ma. fuck—i’m yours.”

she leaned in, sweat dripping, lips brushing your ear.

“that’s right, baby. you always were.”

and she didn’t stop until you came again. and again. and again. until you were crying into the mattress, the jersey stuck to your skin, her name a broken mess in your mouth.

she fucked you like a championship. and she won.

you were still catching your breath when she flipped you over.

face down. ass up. jersey riding high.

“nah,” she muttered, voice gritty. “we’re not done.”

your stomach dropped.

she pulled you up by the hips, rough and fast, and straddled the strap beneath you. “get on, baby. backwards. wanna see my fuckin’ name when you bounce on this dick.”

you moved like you were drunk. like your body didn’t belong to you anymore. like she owned every muscle. every nerve. with just her words.

you eased down onto the strap, legs shaking, breath hitching as she filled you again. “that’s it. take it like the good little slut you are.”

her hands grabbed your waist, pushing the jersey up until her name—BUECKERS—was clear and bold on your back.

“you look so pretty with my name on you and my dick in you,” she groaned. “this pussy’s mine, baby. branded and ruined.”

you started moving. slowly at first. just grinding, dizzy and overstimmed.

she slapped your ass. hard.

“ride me, mama. make it messy.”

you bounced. up and down, your moans sharp and broken. her hands gripped you tighter, helping you move, her name burned into your skin from the fabric and the heat.

“keep going. make me proud,” she whispered, voice almost soft—but not kind. never kind “wanna watch my girl cum with my name bouncing on her back.”

you did. again. loud. shaky. wrecked.

and she held you after. didn’t say much. just kept a hand on your thigh while your body collapsed forward into the sheets.

the room was quiet now.

lights low. your chest rising slow. the jersey was still clinging to your back, soaked and heavy with sweat and everything you couldn’t say.

paige lay beside you, hand resting on your stomach, championship ring cold against your skin.

you expected her to gloat. to tease. but she just stared at the ceiling, eyes unreadable.

“you always come back,” she said finally, voice quieter than you’d heard it all night.

you didn’t answer.

didn’t need to.

because she wasn’t wrong.

“doesn’t matter who you try to fuck with,” she added, her fingers brushing your ribs now, gentler. “you come back. ‘cause you’re mine.”

toxic. but warm. mean. but careful.

like she wanted to hurt you just enough to keep you.

you turned to face her, eyes tired, mouth dry.

“what now?”

she shrugged, that half-smile tugging at her lips again.

“you’ll leave. like always.”

she leaned in, kissed your collarbone, soft and slow.

“but i’ll see you next season.”

you didn’t know how long you’d been laying there. everything felt heavy. limbs numb, body aching in the best way.

paige moved first.

not far—just enough to disappear into the bathroom and come back with a warm towel and a bottle of water.

she didn’t say anything as she cleaned between your legs.

gentle now. slow.

like she hadn’t just ruined you fifteen minutes ago.

her brows furrowed a little at the red marks on your thighs, the bruises already forming.

“you okay, baby?” her voice was soft. almost tender.

you nodded. barely. your throat was dry and your head was still floating.

“too much?”

you blinked at her. lips parted. “no. just enough.”

she smiled. small and smug.

“that’s my girl.”

she tossed the towel aside and slid back into bed, pulling you into her arms like she hadn’t just degraded you for hours.

her hands moved up and down your back, featherlight, like she was memorizing you all over again.

you let her.

let her hold you. let her bury her face in your neck, still breathing heavy even though the moment had passed.

“you did so good for me,” she whispered. “took everything i gave you. like you always do.”

you exhaled into her shoulder.

“my good girl,” she added, fingers drawing lazy circles on your lower back. “always know how to make me feel like a fucking winner.”

you hummed against her skin.

“you are a winner, p.”

she laughed softly, then bit your earlobe—not hard, just enough to make you twitch.

“damn right.”

then quieter, almost too quiet to catch—

“but you? you’re the only trophy i actually give a fuck about. besides that natty.”

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. your chest ached in that annoying way it always did after her.

because she said shit like that. because she meant it when it was 3AM and the world was quiet.

her thumb brushed your jaw, tilting your head toward her. she kissed you. slower than before. gentler. but still hungry.

“don’t forget who owns you,” she murmured against your lips.

you didn’t answer. just nodded.

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Summary: Gojo Satoru fucks you at a punishing pace deep within the public restrooms. You poor thing~ ♡

Gojo knew how to bully that sweet body of yours, knew how to make your eyes roll back as you begged for him to slow down. He had you in such a mean mating press, your legs swung over his shoulders, dangling helplessly in the air. Your body folded as he pressed his muscular frame against yours, roughly fucking his fat cock into that tight little cunny of yours, stretching you out so beautifully.

“S’too~, Satoooru~ f’wlease~...Mn’hurts~ Slo’w d-dooown!!~”

But your body was so honest, your face giving you away as you made the sluttiest moans while looking at him- your tongue lolling from the side of your mouth. You were drooling all over yourself, you poor thing…

The sorcerer smirked, his hand tangling in your hair tighter, making your scalp ache before slamming his hips forward… His other hand going for your throat as his pace grew more brutal, more savage. The way he was using you was nothing short of animalistic- fucking you as if you were nothing more than a mere glory hole, his cock reaching all the way into your womb as his heavy balls slapped against your ass.

“Y’er body has gotten quite honest, hasn’t it? Begging me to slow down while that cute pussy tries and milks me for all I am worth… I can feel ya tightening around me, you know?” He gives a light chuckle, “Y’er strangling my cock so nicely, Princess.” he gives a grunt, hips jerking up into your fluttering cunt, “and making such a mess- squirting everywhere like the little slut you are for me.”

“Ny-noooo, S-sayoruu~ m-my puss-ssy cannn-nnnt, c-cannnn~t take anym-mooorre~, pleeease!!~” you sobbed as tears fell down your rosy cheeks.

As his thick cock split you open further, churning up your insides while rearranging your guts, his winter like eyes darkened, “Ya can and ya will, because I said so. Because I know ya can handle it, baby girl~ so don't lie to me, hm? Not when your body is already screaming how much it loves this.”

Your fingernails bit into his arms, “Toooru~, mn’ ph’wease- pleaseeee~!!! M-my tummy- i-it feels like yet turning my insides sh’out-~! S’too deep~!!!”

You were shaking your head side to side, begging and pleading him with all your might but your deliciously stupid pussy was practically devouring his cock.

How adorable you looked.

Gojo knew, oh he knew well that you were getting off on being used, getting off on being put in your place, getting off on his words alone. Getting off to him filling your abused pussy repeatedly deep within this public restroom. The sound of your lewd body being clapped echoing off the stall walls, knowing full well anyone in the near vicinity could hear how you fell apart on his cock.

You loved this. Loved his cock. Loved being here for his pleasure~ Loved crying out for him as he spilled himself into you? His hot cum flooding your insides- painting your insides the prettiest of white as you made a mess everywhere with your womanly juices~

And he just adored watching his cum spill from your gapping cunt. How his very own seed made a mess between your thighs, trickling onto the public floor for some poor soul to stumble upon.

He smirked, “What a naughty girl you are, making a mess in public like this~.”

You were too fucked out, too exhausted, to do much of anything as you laid there limply. All you could do was give a tired, pitiful moan as his large hands spread your legs wider, exposing that used up pussy of yours even more.

You were going to make him hard all over again. Seeing you so fuckrf out, seeing the mess you made because of him…

Leaning in closer, whispering huskily into your ear, “I don’t think we’re finished here yet-“ he licked your ear, making you whine pathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your inner thighs.

His cock was already twitching to life again, ready for round two.

Oh and what a fun, pleasurable round two it was going to be~

[ghosts-to-reid]

Blues, Baby.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Breeding kink, kidnapping, smut

Request: Breeding kink smut pleaseeee (Spencer wanting to get reader pregnant)

Summary: Spencer is angry at you after you made a silly mistake on the field. He comes to you to reconcile, but ends up doing that and more.

It had been a long week.

The case had been difficult, you had been taken by the unsub, and on top of that, you and Spencer had had an argument. You had been together for 4 years, you rarely argued in all that time, but when you did it was brutal. 

The argument happened after he had saved you. It was your fault, admittedly you were too eager to catch this guy, you could say that now. He had taken over 34 girls in the last 20 years, from all over the states. He had been a copycat of Israel Keyes, stashing kill kits in the same, or as close as he could to, locations as him. It was shocking that it hadn’t been caught years ago. It hit you hard, and you were determined to catch this guy. So, you had rushed in without backup, getting yourself caught in the process. Though your capture was short- Which gave way to Spencer’s fury at your actions

“What the HELL were you thinking?” You had just finished up being checked over by the medics, sitting on the back of the ambulance, when Spencer rushed over to you. He is the one who took down the unsub, taking him in before he spoke to you. His reaction caught you off guard, and then made you scowl.

“What are you talking about?” He was standing in front of you now, arms crossed. His eyes  were boring into yours. He huffed out a frustrated chuckle

“What am I talking about? I'm talking about you rushing in there, without backup, and nearly getting yourself killed in the process!” He waved his arms as he spoke, as he usually did when frustrated. Shaking your head, you stood and stepped closer to him, eyes never leaving him.

“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Spencer. You know this. What is wrong with you?” You were confused why he was so angry with you, you were the one who had just been kidnapped, he should be holding you and soothing you, not shouting at you in front of your team and the locals. 

“Obviously not when you make stupid decisions like this! Did you even think about the consequences?”

“The consequence if I hadn’t gone in was another dead girl!”

“But you didn’t have to try and replace her! God, I knew I should've gone with you!”

“What, you think you need to babysit me, Spencer?” You scoff, folding your arms “You’re my boyfriend, not my dad.”

“You know what, maybe you do need a babysitter if you’re going to continue making rookie mistakes like this, you know you’re better than this” 

Your eyes had never left each other, staring each other down- Waiting for the other to back down. Bored of this, you rolled your eyes and dropped your arms from your chest. Removing the blanket from your shoulders, you move to walk away when he grabs your arm, tight enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt.

“Where the hell are you going?” His free hand picked up the blanket and he began to drape it over your shoulders once more “You need this for shock. Why won’t you take care of yourself?” It was obvious his anger was rooted in concern, but you didn’t want to confront that right now. Already fuming at his actions, you had no time for his niceties right now.

“Just- Leave me alone. I don’t need you shouting at me right now.” Shaking free from his grasp, you stomped away from him and towards one of the team's SUVs. He shouted something after you, and you heard a loud bang as he hit the ambulance in frustration, but you ignored it.

Since then, the two of you had barely spoken since. Spencer sat with Derek, and you sat with Emily both on opposite sides of the Jet. The team sensed some tension, having witnessed the argument, but no one pressed you. Then, there was a silent car ride back to your shared apartment. You moved into his place 9 months ago now, Spencer had suggested it after your lease had ended, explaining how it was logical to move in together now and save money- he said he wanted to marry you someday and that this was a good start. 

That seemed a silly thought at the minute, though.

The silence continued until dinner. He was in the shower whilst you prepped what you could from your fridge, it was too late to go to the grocery store and you had been away a few days, so it wasn’t much. You were so deep in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the shower stop, or Spencer enter the kitchen. He had stood, watching you silently for a moment as you chopped something, before he moved to slide his hands to hold your waist, snaking them to hold you as he rested his head on your shoulder. Momentarily, you tensed, but soon melted into him. He felt warm and safe, and you had needed this after your capture.

“I'm sorry…” He mumbled into your hair as he squeezed you. You dropped the knife you were holding and brought your hand up to his damp hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“I'm sorry too, baby…” You mumbled, he moved and turned you to look at him. His eyes were sad, brow furrowed with concern.

"I just... I don't want to loose you, okay?"

"You won't, baby. I'm here." You snaked your arms around his neck and placed your forehead against his.

"Today just... It made me realise we shouldn't wait for things. I was so worried that... That we wouldn't be able to do all the things we planned... That we'd never get married, have kids... I just... I don't want to miss out on that with you. I love you too much." His eyes were closed as he made his confession. Sighing you softly nodded your head against his.

"Then... Why are we waiting?" You asked, voice small as his eyes flicker open, meeting yours once more. T5here is stillness in the air as he stares at you. "Let's have a baby..."

He wasted no time in dipping to kiss you. His lips melting softly into yours as an apology. Smiling into the kiss, you hummed contentedly as he pulled you closer, and you brought your hands up once more to play with his curls. 

The kiss began to become more desperate when you lightly tugged at his hair, causing him to groan into your lips. You smirked as his grip on your hips tightened and his tongue slipped past your lips. The kiss deepened into a battle for dominance between you, lips fighting one another to be the winner. Slowly, Spencer backed you against a clear counter, surprising you when your back hit the cold marble. Your yelp made Spencer smirk as he finally pulled away from you. He had caged you between him and the counter, arms tasting either side. He admired his work, your flushed skin, wide eyes, pupils blown out with lust. You were panting for air through your swollen lips and he could feel all his blood rushing to one single point. All his frustration from before turned to need. Need to show you how much he cares, how much he loves you, how you were his, and his alone. His lips soon darted to your neck, kissing and sucking his way down to your collarbone. You whined under his touch, feeling his growing cock rub against you. It made you squirm in anticipation, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every touch.

“Spence…” You gasp as his fingers begin to dip under your waist band. He leaned back, watching you as he began to guide his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and occasionally skimming over your clit teasingly. You were an utter mess for him, and he loved it. He observed you for a moment, simply watching your reactions to his touch, your moans and curses under your breath, the way you held onto his arm, the pout you gave him when he dodged your kiss, smirking at you as he just watched and touched.

“I amso sorry about what happened before, baby… I just didn’t want to lose you” His voice was soft but had an edge of authority that made you clench around nothing. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, just like earlier “Because you’re mine, aren’t you? You belong to me, don’t you?” He continued his agonizingly slow strokes as he spoke, you whined and nodded in response. He simply tutted and shook his head

“Use your words, darling.”

“I-I’m yours, Spencer.” You managed to whisper, voice shaky from the frustrated pleasure you were receiving. Spencer smiled proudly, and sped up slightly, causing you to moan loudly.

“Hmm… I think we need to do something to show everyone else who you belong to…” His voice was teasing. The free hand that caged you lifted to your face, landing softly on your cheek. His other hand continued to work at a steady pace, enough to make you needy, but not enough to push you over the edge anytime soon. He loved to torture you like this, teasing you for hours and not letting you cum. He loved feeling the control over you. Your eyes opened and met his confusion hidden in them. He found it, and found it amusing. He leaned closer into you, his free hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear before he firmly held the back of your hair. Whispering softly

“I'm gonna put a baby in you, hm? Show everyone who you really belong to, who gets to cum inside you?” 

As he finished speaking, he plunged two fingers inside of your pussy. A loud moan escaped your lips as he pulled your head back to look at him. He had sped up now, fingering you with a cocky smirk. He may be shy in the real world, but behind closed doors, he undoubtedly enjoyed his power over you. His words shocked you at first, but he didn’t miss the way you clenched around his fingers as he fucked you with them. He knew you’d do whatever he wanted to, but this was pushing the limits.

Usually, no matter the scenario, you and Spencer had sex with a condom. You had gone off of birth control, the effects had been killer for you. Spencer, being the loving boyfriend he is, had supported you through this, and your sex life had adjusted with no problem. He used condoms, and the rare occasion you would do it without one, he’d take you for the morning after pill, but now? Now, he wanted to prove a point. 

It wasn’t just about where he came, it was about showing everyone who you belonged to. Who cared for you, who protected you, who you came home to every night.

“What do you say baby? Do you want me to fuck you till everyone knows who you belong to?” Another devious whisper in your ear. You eagerly nodded, Spencer wasted no time in removing his hand from inside you and pulling your pants down your thighs. He roughly turned you around and bent you over the counter, holding both your wrists behind your back. He stepped back, admiring how you looked from behind. You could feel his free hand tracing your skin before feeling a sharp smack to your ass. The pain made you hiss out a moan, you missed Spencer pulling down his sweatpants.

It shocked you momentarily when you felt the tip of his cock move between your folds, teasing your clit as he covered his shaft in your slick. The anticipation of him entering you was killing you, and you bucked your hips against him.

“Eager, are we? You want me to cum inside you that bad?” The edge of teasing was still present in his voice as he held you down. All you could do was whine and squirm under him, waiting for him to enter you. He chuckled before he pushed himself inside of you, groaning as your tight walls stretched around him.

“Fuck…” He muttered as he watched you moan once more. He loved seeing you so submissive under him. He barely waited for you to adjust until he started fucking into you at a rough pace.

Each stroke was bliss, pain turned to pleasure quickly as he relentlessly bottomed out over and over again. He let your wrists go as he held your hips, holding them firmly in place. YOu gripped the edge of the counter tightly in an effort to keep upright.

Spencer watched how he disappeared inside you, moaning as he felt you begin to tighten around him

“Awe, you gonna cum for me, baby? Is that how excited you are for me to cum?” He panted into your ear, you nodded quickly, nearly drooling from the pleasure Spencer was giving you. You let out a loud whine when Spencers hand reached between you both and began to play with your clit.

“Im- Im gonna-” You tried to pant out words that dissipated into moans, Spencer soothed you momentarily before quickening his pace.

“Cum for me, baby. I'm close too, gonna make you a mommy… Gonna fill you up so much.” He was struggling to speak properly now, his strokes were becoming more and more aggressive as he reached his own peak. His words were enough to push you over, with a loud cry you came around his cock, clenching around him as your legs began to shake. You whined his name out, as he groaned again, this time with one last big stroke.

You felt him cum inside you, his cum painting your insides white. As he came, he fucked back into you a few more times sloppily, before leaning forward to kiss your back lightly. When he finally pulled out, your legs almost gave way, your grip on the counter keeping you steady. Spencer huffed a small laugh as he observed you, his eyes moved down to the glistening mess between your legs, he saw his cum beginning to leak out of you. He moved forward once more, steading you with one hand, whilst the other moved between your legs once again, gathering his cum and pushing it back into you, once more fucking you with his fingers. Another loud moan escaped your lips as he did this. You moved your head to the side to look at him, only to be met with a cock grin as he leaned forward 

“Just one more” He breathed, you were still coming down from your last high, so it didn’t take much for you to cum around his fingers once more. Once he was happy, he pulled up your pants, keeping his cum from dripping out of you. He carried you to your shared bedroom before dressing you in your pajamas, careful to keep your underwear on, and joined you in bed. He held you tightly as you snuggled into his chest.

“So… Can I clean myself up now?” You mumbled into his chest, giggling a little bit.

“Well, your chances of pregnancy increase the longer you keep sperm inside. Sperm can stay alive for up to 5 days in the body, but the best way to get pregnant is regular sex, usually every other night around the time you’re ovulating.” Spencer recited the random facts as casually as ever, but it made you jump slightly, you pulled back and sat up.

“Wait… are we ready for this?” You asked timidly, unsure of his answer. Spencer’s eyes met yours and looked fearful for a moment

“Well… We’ve been together for 4 years… I thought it through, and after today especially, I just want to start my life with you as soon as possible… But if you’re not ready we can go get a plan B tomorrow. I guess i got carried away and just went for it We can discuss this more-” You interrupted his amble with a kiss, soft and small.When you pulled back he was confused, cocking a brow at you now. 

“I’d love to start a family with you Spencer… Just, it's a bit nerve wracking.” You giggle. He flushes for a moment, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I'm sorry.” You hear, muffled by the pillow. You laugh lightly as you move him to face you again, giving him another soft kiss.

“But seriously, We have all the time in the world to get me pregnant. I'm gonna go shower.”

[ceramini]

Jake links next pleaseeee

SIM JAEYUN, nsfw twitter/X links 𝝑𝑒 (smut, nsfw, fem!reader, lc: 5, warnings: mentions of pussy eating aka cunnilingus, hair pulling, toys, reverse cowboy, riding, doggy, back shots, possessive jake)

᧔࿔᧓ jake nsfw links per your request! if the links do not work, please let me know through dms so i can give you a step by step tutorial on how to get them working :> (ps. lc means link count!)

links just below the cut! minors please don’t interact! click on the question marks to view the videos >:333

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — jake LOVES eating your pussy, if he could he would eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner and that’s enough for him. The noises you make, and the sound of how wet you are always turns him on.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — hair pulling is SUCH a jake move, he loves it so much especially when he’s fucking you from the back. he doesn’t care if it’s you pulling his hair and him pulling yours, just the fact he has that grip on you makes him hard.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — you were away on a business trip leaving jake alone and frustrated, so he decided to relieve his tension by using his favorite toy.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — Imagine dating jake, and the surprise he feels when he realizes he’s not your bias. When you pull his photocard, you’re happy—but when you pull sunghoon’s, your real favorite, you get even more excited. Wanting to change that, jake decides to show you why pulling his photocard has its own unique perks.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — jake loves the view he gets while you fuck yourself on him. He loves seeing how wet your pussy makes his cock, and how fast you can cum from riding him.

[mwahbabe]

on my knees begging for dealer! ellie! 💋

being your dealers favourite <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

mdni, smut, car sex, fingering(r!recieving, drug use(e!&r!), squirting, fluff, fwb to something.

a/n: aaahhh i’m sorry this took forever omg not very demure not very mindful at all but boy oh boy do i love me some dealer ellie 🫦

ellie is not the type to give handouts or “hook people up” she’s hard up for money and if you don’t have it, there’s the door. no exceptions. period.

except…. she is. for you anyway. she can’t even remember how much you owe her now. always giving in to your excuses. falling for your stupid puppy dog eyes and that pout you gave her.

“ellss can i come over?” ┃

els🔌┃“you still owe you know.”

“pleaseeee? i’m broke and having a hard week :(“┃

els🔌┃“when are you not having a hard week ?”

“how do you think I feel??.” ┃

els🔌┃“i’m home. don’t keep me waiting.”

she had tried to be strong. she really had. but when she first saw you she became all awkward and nervous seeing a pretty girl show up at her asking for weed. the more you came over the sweeter she became on you. letting you share her blunt and not asking for money, to meeting you wherever to give you what you asked for.

it was annoying how everytime she saw your notification pop up on her phone she answered straight away, even if she knew you had no money to give her, how when she knew you were coming she would straighten out her dirty apartment and try to make it somewhat clean and when meeting you somewhere would try and make herself a bit more presentable and clean the trash out of her car. not that you minded in the slightest. her gaze always wandering to your exposed cleavage or your exposed thighs in those little shorts while you were yapping about whatever while stoned on her couch.

she would always tell herself, no more. she has to pay this time. and always end up giving it to you every. single. time. and then one night you had hooked up. you were at hers getting your usual handout and spending a little more time with her because you actually enjoyed her company. she enjoyed yours too, you were actually fun to be around and good company. you stayed over at hers, ellie let you sleep in her bed, must have been the weed or how you looked that night because ellie ended up knuckles deep in you whispering praise in your ear as her thumb rubbed your clit. “yeah.. that’s it baby… there ya go.. cum on my fingers baby.” you two never brought it up again, only brushing it off as a casual thing and you two were inebriated so it didn’t mean anything. not like ellie didn’t think about it every night and touch her clit and finger fuck herself thinking about your moans and taste. she tried so hard to be firm on you but she just couldn’t. not after that.

also that one night you texted her at 3am.

“elss? are you holding?i’m on my period and i’m broke and in pain i just wanna get high:(”┃

els🔌┃ “aww you poor thing.”

“plsss??:((“┃

ellliieeee????┃

els🔌┃“i’m on my way princess. say thankyou.”

“thankyou so much els ur the best<33”┃

she never drops off unless the price is right. but you’re the exception. and when she showed up to your house not only with the weed but with some snacks and chocolate for you, claiming it was for when you get the “munchies” but really she knew how being on your period sucked and especially while sober, she would lying to herself if she said she wouldn’t have given it to you anyway. she practically invited herself in and insists on keeping you company and rolling a joint for the two of you, trying to act as if it was so you wouldn’t have all the weed to yourself. which was bullshit. she couldn’t stand the thought of you lonely and in pain during that awful time of month. hell. she hated it too.

that night she had grabbed some blankets and cushions and laid the weed and snacks she brought out making sure you were comfy and made you hot tea and put on a movie you both liked and let you cuddle up to her after you both passed the joint back and forth, she had stayed over and rubbed your back until you fell asleep in her arms when the weed had done it’s job.

she was weak for you. you had her. and you both knew it. after a few days on cue came your text.

“hiiii <3 can i come thru?”┃

els🔌┃“i’m out rn. i’ll pick you up.”

“kay <3” ┃

you put your slippers on and threw on a jacket, waiting around until not even five minutes later her “here.” text made you jump up and head outside, sure enough her car was parked on the road with the headlights on. you walk over to her car the butterflies in your tummy getting more intense the closer you got. as soon as you open the passenger door the smell of weed hits you as well as the musky but clean scent of ellies cologne. a smell you had grown to love. “heyy.” you smiled as you hopped in after ellie had been frantically cleaning off the junk off the seat.

“hey princess. sorry bout the mess. hop in.” “ellie you know i don’t care. my car is worse.” you giggle as you shut the door.

ellie chuckled and started the car then pulled off the curb onto the road, her tatted arm on the steering wheel while her other arm was rested on her knee, the tattoo visible with her hoodie sleeve rolled up slightly as she gripped the steering wheel. you couldn’t not stare. you both chatted as she drove down the quiet road, barely any cars as it was past 3am. you loved night drives with her, mainly because you knew it always ended in hotboxing her car but she was just genuinely good company and made you laugh. and wet.

ellie parked up in an empty lot and pulled out a pre-rolled joint out of her pocket holding it out to you. “wanna do the honours?” “you’re so sweet.” you half teased and pulled out your lighter and lit the blunt inhaling it into your lungs and then exhaling, you had gotten good at not coughing.

ellie watched you, her eyes darkening as she watched how your lips wrapped around the joint and how your head leaned back as the cloud of smoke floated above your head as you blew it out. “show off.” ellies voice was slightly hoarse as her shaky had took the blunt off you and inhaled it herself.

“or maybe i’m just better at it.” you retorted, earning a scoff from ellie as she exhaled. “you wish.”

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as you were both chatting back and forth, it didn’t last long before ellie’s hand found it’s way into your panties, at first you just giggled and kept talking, until her fingers circled your clit and your words were cut off, “els..?”

“what? just playing with my favourite customer, that okay with you baby?” your breath catches in your throat and you quickly nod. a little embarrassed how fast you gave in. “yeah..” you lean back against the car seat spreading your legs further, ellie watches both you and her fingers as she circled your clit gathering your wetness. “fuck ellie…” you groan as she rubs you with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. wet noises filled the car, you were already wet from the weed, her voice and being in such close proximity with her but now you couldn’t stop leaking all over her fingers. your voice breathy and needy. “that feel good baby?” she cooed as she went faster, you nodded quickly in response, “need more els.. please.” you whine, the stimulation good but not enough “let’s get these off huh? wanna see you sweet girl.” you didn’t hesitate and rose your hips up sliding your shorts and panties off kicking them aside not giving it a second thought, ellie exhaled as you spread your legs on the seat “atta girl.”

you whimpered. “i got you baby.” she entered two fingers into you, knowing from your previous encounter you could handle it, especially with how soaked you were, a strained groan escaping her at your sounds. ellie’s eyes glanced between your face and her fingers as she slid them in and out of your slick pussy. “such a pretty fuckin pussy..” ellie murmured, you looked at her, your eyes pouty and unfocused, both from the weed and ellie’s ministrations. ellie melted and immediately leaned in to kiss you. her free hand tangled up in your hair as she tilted her head to the side allowing you to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, the car was filled with filthy wet sounds and little groans and whimpers from the two of you. rain tapping on the roof of the car and windows as the heavy breathing from you and ellie fogged up the car windows.

ellie pulled away to kiss down your neck, rough and messily leaving dark marks on all over you, your hands were all over her in return, gripping the fabric of her hoodie, smelling the musky but sweet scent she carried. “god ellie..” you whispered, ellie didn’t skip a beat even as she focused on marking you up. her hand still working between your legs, drawing the cutest moans from you. “so fuckin wet… gonna leave a mess on my seat princess.”

she curled her fingers hitting the perfect spot, your back arched and higher pitched moans came from you, ellie’s palm hit your clit as she sped up, now with a purpose to make you all over her fingers. “taking my fingers so good princess… so perfect.” you couldn’t talk now, your hands gripping her shoulder as you clenched around her fingers. “ellie…ellie!”

“yeah yeah baby i know i know. c’mon princess cum on my fingers.”

you squirmed in the seat as your pussy clenched hard around ellie’s fingers as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, fluid squirting from you each time her fingers moved out of you, spilling all over her car seat your cries and loud groans were music to her ears, you could barely hear her praising and talking you through it, not letting up until she got it all out of you. as your moans died down she slowed until pulling her soaked fingers from you. “atta girl.. shit. you made a fuckin mess huh?” she flicked some of your fluids off and sucked your mess off her fingers, your heart jumping at the sight.

you glanced down at yourself, seeing that little puddle you left on her car seat, immediately covering your face. “fuck you.” ellie laughed, patting your thigh. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. that was fuckin hot.” you uncovered your face and gave a small laugh glancing back at her. both of you seeing the state of each other. “holy shit..” you expressed, fixing yourself and reaching for your shorts and pulling them on, ellie watched with amusement. “yeah.. you good babe?”

you nodded, “way better than.” ellie chuckled and glanced out the window tapping the seat under her before looking back at you starting the engine again. “you wanna grab something to eat?” “aw you’re so sweet, i thought you were supposed to buy me dinner before fucking me?” you teased, pulling you belt on. “ah shit. you’re right. i did this wrong.” ellie said, scoffing. “don’t worry. i’ll do it right next time.” ellie chuckled pulling off the curb.

you rolled your eyes half heartedly but your heart skipped a beat at her words. “next time?” ellie glanced at you as she drove. “yeah.. if you wanna keep doing this.” you smiled, admiring her side profile and her relaxed expression. “yeah of course.” ellie’s hand came to rest on your thigh. “good.”

the rest of the night you two grab food and park up in her car and smoke some more, then go back to hers and snuggle and watch stupid movies stoned and fall asleep together on her couch.

[mrsnishimuraaa]

playfights

PAIRING:niki x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff!!

m.list

note: i wrote this on the plane because i got bored , enjoy 😽

stirring awake at the loss of warmth as your boyfriend slowly releases himself from your hold, in an attempt to go to the bathroom but his plans are put to a stop “where are you going” you whine , rubbing your eyes as he chuckles at your cute expression “i’m just going to the bathroom baby” he managed to escape your arms as he wonders off to the bathroom “ki!” you call out, a loud ‘hm’ coming from the bathroom in response “can you get me some water pleaseeee” sprawling yourself out on the bed like a starfish “what did your last slave die of” he laughs as he makes his way to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for you.

“i’m kidding you know i love you” he passes you the glass of water as you roll your eyes , taking a sip and placing the glass down “now come here” you spread your arms out inviting him into them , that cheeky smirk says everything it needs to as he prepares himself to jump straight onto you “niki don’t you dare jump on me!” you squeal as you try to roll away laughing, he lands on you with a ‘oof’ laughing as you pretend to die underneath him.

“your so heavy” you try and push him by the chest , but accepting your defeat as a kiss is placed on your forehead, melting completely underneath him as he intertwines your fingers bringing your hands above your head, grabbing both of your wrists with one of his big hands you look up at him , but your thoughts are cut short as you feel a hand tickling your waist “ki!” you giggle out , squirming and trying to escape his grasp as he tickles you, niki laughs at your very shitty attempt to escape his antics, trapped under his tall frame squealing and trying to break free of his torture.

when he finally lets you go you sprawl out , breathing heavily as you plot your revenge against him , thinking real hard for a minute. on the other hand niki sits up next to you , still trying not to laugh as you catch your breath , you decide to try taking him off guard quickly jumping onto him as he lays flat underneath you now “oh no you caught me” he raises his hands in defence jokingly as he laughs , before quickly flipping the two of you over “is that all you’ve got?” he beams his pretty smile at you as you just lay back with a huff and accept your loss knowing that their is going to be hours of play fighting wars to go.

[hurthermore]

sfw or nsfw!

THE BIMBO AND ALASTOR IS ADORABLE, this leads me into my ask...

metalhead!bimbo!reader or goth!bimbo!reader with al or another hazbin boy. poor girl is literally so dumb but looks fucking cool as shit. dyed hair, tattoos, piercings, cool outfits and makeup but thats.. like.. all shes good for, is being sexy and dumb.

🙏 raaa your works are so lovely !

- 🦇

»»------► 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 (18+)

▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 (18+) 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 ▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Word Count: 𝟸.𝟹𝚔

Warnings: 𝙵/𝙼 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠

A/N: 𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝; 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚃.𝚃 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝!

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!

Ever since your deal with Alastor, you had asked him for something new everyday.

“Ya’ know, I’ve always wanted some piercings. Will you pay for it, Alastor? Pleaseeee?” 

“Let’s get some food!”

“I want this.”

“I always wanted some tattoos too, ya’ know?”

Even without the deal, you knew that Alastor would probably gift you all these things anyway; he seemed to always have a soft spot for you, and after he fucked you, forced you a deal to make you unequivocally his, and quite literally told you that you were his partner from now on, you knew you could get him to do pretty much anything you wanted. 

And because of the possibilities of things that you could now attain from Alastor, you had found yourself falling in love with multiple types of styles, and currently, you were quite fixated on the gothic style. Still, you kept your clothing as revealing as possible; it was just more comfortable for you to have little clothing on, and you weren’t about to change that for anyone. Even if Alastor had some comments on how little you wore sometimes.

“Darling, I don’t usually mind the things you wear, but your nipples are quite literally hanging out. So take it off.”

But, you weren’t complaining. Sure, Alastor wasn’t your usual type, and he could be bossy, telling you that some items of clothing were just too revealing, but the powerful ambience that he emitted was fucking sexy; and he had a big cock. And despite him being an old ass cunt compared to you, he treated you in ways that no man had ever treated you; it was refreshing. 

Even now, he was treating you like a gentleman as he made you latch onto his arm whilst you both walked around the city of hell. You had asked him to take you shopping, again. And of course, he dropped what he was doing to escort you around. Wearing a latex skin tight black dress, you made sure to press up extra hard against your boyfriend’s arm; relishing in how hard it was for him to keep himself composed. Ever since your deal with Alastor, you always waited on him to initiate any type of touch as you were aware of his dislike for others approaching him, and you dreaded him rejecting you. So you relished in every touch you could get from him when he let you latch onto his arms whenever he escorted you anywhere.

“Ah!” You yelped as you left Alastor’s side and ran toward a shop window; pressing your whole body against it as you gazed starstruck at a cute, black leathered chained choker. “Al!” You whined his name as he stood behind you. “I want this, get it me? Pretty please?” You sang as you clamped your hands together.

“Go fit it on then, darling.” You could only sing in delight as you jumped into the store, grabbing the object of your desires with Alastor following closely behind you. 

“Al, can you help me?” You asked with a pout as you couldn’t quite get the latch to close around the choker. Alastor only walked up behind you before he softly held the accessory for you, finally latching it on tight around the circumference of your neck.

As you looked in the mirror to see how you looked with it on, you were distracted as Alastor breathed down your neck. Looking up, you flinched when you felt his drool land on your shoulder. “You know darling.” He whispered into your ear as he gripped his claws against the skin of your shoulder. “You’ve been asking for so much recently, and you’ve barely given me a kiss.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to contemplate what on earth he was getting at. Sure, ever since Alastor and you had sex, you hadn’t really done anything like that since. But it was mainly because you knew he recoiled away from anyone else initiating any type of touch with him; you had been surprised when he had allowed you to drag him into that seat and sit on his lap. All in all, you were waiting on him to initiate. “I didn’t think you would appreciate me just kissing you whenever I wanted… I’ve been waiting on you to make a move.” You whispered, guilt consuming your system. “Sorry.”

He only let his tongue leave the contents of his mouth, pressing it against your choker attired neck before he responded to you. “Darling, you have my permission to touch me whenever you please unless I say so, do you understand?” You could only shiver with a nod as he growled his sentence into your neck. “Still, you’ve been quite a greedy little darling recently, it’s only fair you give me something in return, correct?” He nipped into your shoulder as you rubbed your thighs together.

Oh god, how was this man so hot?

Suddenly, you felt Alastor push you forward with a force you weren’t expecting from him. You stretched your hands out as you braced for impact against a rack of clothes until you fell face first into red silk sheets that were all too familiar to you. Picking your head up, you turned around as you took in the contents of the room.

It was the same room Alastor had fucked you in.

Wait.

That fucker pushed you.

Sitting up, you made your way to the edge of the bed, standing up as Alastor had yet to appear in the room, and you were ready to shout at him for pushing you like that. But as soon as you stood, you felt familiar clawed hands grip into your hips as they dragged you into their owner's lap, your back flushed against their chest. 

Looking back to see your boyfriend’s widened grin, all thoughts of ripping him a new one vanished as he grabbed the back of your choker, causing you to wince in pleasure. His other hand flicked to caress the thick of your thigh as he teased the outline of your lingerie. Your body became hot and flustered instantly. You couldn’t help but hum as you instinctively began to grind yourself into his lap.

“I really do like this dress on you, darling. But I’m not below ripping it into shreds; so take it off. Now.” He groaned into your ear as you kept moving against him. Despite how hot the prospect was of Alastor tearing your clothes off, this dress was limited edition and designer. There was no chance in hell you’d let him rip this one. 

Maybe you could wear something more replaceable tomorrow and see if he’ll rip that off you instead.

“There’s a zip at the back…” You moaned out softly before you felt his hand leave the hold he had on your choker as he was eager to undress you. Leaving you feeling somewhat frustrated as his other hand left your thigh, his fingers slipped the zip downwards, allowing it to naturally fall down to your hips, revealing your bare chest to him before he forced the piece of clothing completely off your body.

His hand returned to your thigh before you felt his thick and heavy cock smack against the inner of your thighs. Looking down, you groaned as his tip was big and so fucking red. You could swear it was pulsing. Clamping your femurs together, you held his phallic organ between your thighs, forcing the Radio Demon behind you to groan.

You leaned your head back onto Alastor’s shoulder before you began thrusting your hips up and down, rubbing your boyfriend’s cock between the plush of your thighs in the process. You could feel the top of his cock slide against the wetness of your clothed cunt as you continued your ministrations.

“Fuck.” You heard Alastor groan as he lifted his own hips up to fuck his cock within the confines of your plush and soft legs, covering his sex in your natural lubricate; making everything feel even more intense. You never thought a thigh fuck could feel so good for you, but the way his sex slid against your folds, hitting your clit everytime he thrusted forward, it made you tremble. But as the pleasure began to build, Alastor spoke, barely whispering against your ear.

“Be a good girl and stand up.”

Despite wanting to continue, you obeyed him. Giving him a few more thrusts before you released his sex, you stood up, and it was then you realised you were still wearing your heeled combat boots. Alastor’s hands removed the lingerie that covered your core, only to grip your hips still; forcing you to stay facing away from him. You couldn’t even ask him what he was doing before he forced you back down, ultimately pushing his cock into you. Letting out a loud cried moan, you couldn’t believe he had just stuffed himself into you like that; forcing you to take his fat cock, filling you to the brim and more. 

“Bounce, darling.” 

You couldn’t help but pant as his cock intruded your walls; he had hardly even prepped you, yet his cock slid in as if it was attuned to your cunt and yours alone. Moaning, you began to repeatedly lift yourself off his lap, only to harshly bounce back into it. The sound of your skin slapping against his clothed lap along with your whimpered cries of his name surrounded the room. Your whimpers choked back as Alastor gripped the back of your choker, pulling your back to flush against his clothed chest again.

Was he really fucking you in his suit?

Your thoughts were quick to leave your mind as he continued to help you bounce onto his lap. Although with the new position he had put you in, the bounces weren’t as high, but his cock went so much deeper. It was immense; how he filled you up perfectly, hitting every crevice that needed to be hit to make you go even more dumb than you already were. 

“You were just made for me, weren’t you, darling?” 

Why the fuck did he have to be so sexy? It was driving you mad. You could only mumble incoherently as you tried to agree with his statement, but his cock only left you in a babbling mess. His smile only tightened as he chuckled at you almost condescendingly as you failed to formulate a single word.

Recoiling in pleasure, you gasped as something cold and slimy wrapped around your clit. Looked down, you could only cry out sensually as you watched his shadow’s mouth sucking your pulsing clitoris. Fuck. Was this technically a threeway now? You didn’t know, but it made you want to cum instantly. You could only thrust your core into his shadows face as Alastor himself fucked your cunt, chasing your own high as one of your hands gripped the head of his shadow, whilst your other one flung itself upwards to grab onto one of Alastors antlers.

Moan after moan, you couldn’t stop crying out in pleasure as Alastor stimulated you in multiple ways. You could feel yourself reaching your high as you squished his shadow’s head between your thighs, thrusting harder and harder against the greedy ministrations he gave your clit. As you felt your orgasm approaching, Alastor pushed you again. Only this time, you were pushed on top of his shadow, forcing his cock to leave you and you inevitably sitting on his shadow's face. 

You sobbed as the shadow continued to lick you, but you felt so fucking empty. To make up for the loss of contact, you began grinding against his shadow before you felt Alastor’s palms rest against your shoulders. Looking up, you could see his eyes blown wide, drool cascading down his lips, and his skin flushed red. He gave you a sinister grin before he forced your entire weight and his to press down against his shadow’s face. 

Crying out, you could feel your tongue pant out of your mouth as the entire situation was too fucking hot. And when Alastor let go of you, his shadow’s hands gripped your thighs still, forcing you to keep your weight against its face. You could only groan as Alastor forced you to lean forward before he slid his heavy sex back into your cunt.

It was too much; too much and too fucking hot. Alastor bending you over his shadow that was sucking the life out of your clit as he fucked into you hard like a rabid man. You swear you were seeing stars, and you could only scream as your thighs shook before your core suddenly came all over his shadow. Hard. Riding through your orgasm with Alastor’s name screaming from your tongue, he only fucked you harder; as if your orgasm had began the starting of his own.

Suddenly, his shadow disappeared, and Alastor gripped your choker again before slamming your face into the floor and forcing your ass in the air as he fucked you at a pace you didn’t think was possible before he stilled into you one last time. You could feel his cock throbbing as his cum squirted into your cunt, causing you to moan along with Alastor’s grunts. After his orgasm ceased, Alastor pulled away from you as he watched his cum slowly leak from your core.

“Next time you want something from me, you’ll have to give me something in return.” He tightened the grip your choker had around your neck. You let out a choked gasp as his other hand began to knead your overstimulated clit again and his fingers pushed his cum back into you. “It can be a kiss, or you can let me cum in this perfect cunt of yours again. Either way, you’re not going to be getting anything for nothing anymore.”

If he was going to fuck you like this every time you wanted something, then you were only going to start asking him for more stuff.

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[burrowdarling]

Dress

Summary: Joe begs you to join him at an event, where a dress leads to a confession of feelings. Based off of the song "Dress" by Taylor Swift

Pairings: Joe Burrow x best friend to lover!reader

Warnings: implied smut, pining, best friends to lovers

Note: Hi! I hope you're all doing okay, I know this week has been tough and long. I hope this can bring some kind of joy during a hard time. This is my first time writing based off of a song. I would love to turn this into some kind of mini series or maybe interconnected standalones. Let me know your thoughts or song suggestions, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9K

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“Pleaseeee come with me, you owe me a favor, remember? It’ll be fun I promise”. Joe begged from his spot on the couch.

Joe had invited you out to one of the team dinner gatherings as his date, insisting that you had to come with him or he would be “too bored to function”. You tried not to place too much weight on the “date” part of the deal, knowing it would be more as friends than anything. He was putting on the whole theatrics, pouting with puppy dog eyes.

“You want me to come to the dinner that you’ve been complaining will be ‘so boring’ so I have to suffer too? I don’t hardly see how that’s comparable to the favor you did for me by taking out my recycling for me that you offered to do” you questioned, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as he’s been making it out to be.

“Hey, in my defense it was a lot of boxes to carry okay? You can be my source of entertainment, I won’t be able to survive without that” he explained, falling more into the dramatics as he dropped down onto the couch behind him to really solidify his point, exhaling a big sigh as he did so. 

“I hardly doubt that Joseph, you’re being so dramatic” you said with your arms folded over your chest, not going to fold to his pleading that easy. Turning away from him as you sat across from him.

“I guess you won’t know unless you come with me then, huh” Joe said with a small pout on his lips, knowing it was the surefire way to win you over. In reality, he didn't have to even try. While Joe was your best friend, you’ve had feelings for him for a while now that have only grown with time the closer you two have gotten. Meeting back at LSU, you had so many memories together that have only made your friendship what it is today.

“C’mon, what else will it take for you to agree to go? I’ll do anything Y/N.”

Your heart rate picked up at his comment, needing to will yourself back to reality that there are so many other mundane things he could do to sweeten the deal for you. Thank god you had your back turned, able to give yourself a second to breathe. In all honesty, you would go just to spend more time with him, it was always fun to make him work for it though.

“Fine, but I won’t have anything to wear so you’re fronting my cost for a new dress” you stated turning yourself back towards him, sticking out your hand to signify the offer.

“You could’ve just asked that from the beginning. Deal” Joe agreed, returning your gesture and shaking on the deal.

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It was finally the day of the dinner, taking the day to get yourself ready with an everything shower and full skincare routine. You made a day of it, pampering yourself after you had gone out to get the perfect dress. It complimented the color of Joe’s suit perfectly, while accentuating all of your favorite parts of yourself. It wasn’t anything too elaborate, but it made you feel confident and that’s what matters. You may or may not have also thought about Joe when picking it out, what he would think about when he saw you in it. You quickly shook the resurfacing thoughts from your mind as you slipped it on, careful not to mess up your look.

While you were applying the finishing touches to your look, your mind wandered to thoughts about yours and Joe’s friendship. You had met during one of his first classes when he transferred to LSU, asking you for directions to his next class. It happened that you were going the same way, offering to show him and the rest was history. On paper, you both were opposites, but that’s almost why you complimented each other so well. You matched one another's energy and could read the other like a book. It almost felt as if you didn't need to speak the thought out loud at times, able to tell what the other was thinking.

You and Joe had been there for each other all throughout college, being a support system and lifeline in the hard times as well as the biggest cheerleader for the highest highs. Through every breakup, Joe was always there to pick up the pieces he didn’t break, comforting you while giving you the praise he felt you deserved. Another thing you wrote off as him just being your best friend. No one wanted to see their best friend sad, so it was natural to want to cheer them up, right?

You were drawn out of your thoughts to the sound of your front door closing, signaling Joe had arrived.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go?” he called from your living room, making his way through your apartment.

“Just a minute, I’m finishing up and we can head out” you called back, hearing his footsteps get closer as you spoke.

There was a sudden pause as the sound of Joe approaching got closer, turning to see him stopped in your doorway. He leaned his body up against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You look absolutely amazing, I love that we have a matching thing going on” Joe said as he looked you up and down, his gaze taking you in.

 It all felt like too much, turning your attention back to the mirror in front of you.

When you were leaving your apartment to get into his car, Joe placed a gentle hand around your waist to keep you steady in your heels as you walked across the pavement parking lot. Your skin felt like it was ablaze under his touch, finding yourself craving more of it as his hand dropped to get the door for you.

“Thanks” you mumbled, trying to regain your composure back as the night was just beginning.

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The night drew on, Joe not letting you far out of his reach as he spoke with his teammates and other guests that were there. It felt as if you had a pull to one another, a sense of palpable tension between you in the air. Joe seemed to be a lot touchier than usual, tending to keep you close when one of his teammates would get a bit too close for what must have been his liking. It all felt like too good to be true, that he must have really wanted you near him

There was only what you could describe as a Joe shaped indentation in your life, making any man incomparable to the standard he set for you without even knowing. So many guys in the past few years have tried to take their shot with you, but you never let any of them get too feeling like they were missing something that you were looking for. Even the ones that did ended up breaking your heart, leaving you feeling a deeper hollow pit than before them. 

He was so close to you at the table, you could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his body that was clad so nicely in his suit, his arm slung protectively over the back of your chair as if he was staking his claim over you. It was taking so much willpower to not just lean over and say the most unspeakable things to him. To finally confess everything you’ve been feeling, wondering if he felt the same or if it would be a waste of time and ruin everything you created together.

In this moment, it felt like just the two were the only ones despite the room being so crowded with other guests. You leaned over, placing a delicate hand on Joe's thigh to test his reaction. You felt his muscles tense beneath your touch, close enough to hear his breath hitch in his throat. All signs were pointing in the right direction.

“Y/N” Joe said, his voice labored and breathy.

The way he says your name, stopping you in your tracks, short circuiting your mind for a moment. That was the kind of power he had over you, the ability to completely send your senses into overdrive without even realizing he was doing so. You tried your best to shut your mind off, taking the opportunity to tell him while you had the courage to do so.

“I don’t want you like a best friend” you spoke, voice keeping composure while trying to keep yourself from backing out.

Joe’s eyes closed as his head subtly dropped back against his chair. A quiet groan coming from his throat online loud enough for your ears only.

You leaned closer to his ear, keeping your body language as natural as possible with everything you’re feeling. Noticing how he was reacting to your words and proximity.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off” your confidence shifting with a hint of seduction in your voice, sealing your fate to ending your friendship or starting a new chapter.

That seemed like the last straw for his own composure, not being able to contain his own building desire. Joe turned to look towards you, his gaze darkening from your confession, your grip tightening on his thigh as he tried to process the moment.

Without speaking, Joe stood from the table of his teammates and began gathering his things as he silently gestured for you to do the same. 

“I think we’re gonna get going guys, Y/N isn’t feeling too well so I’m gonna bring her home” Joe said casually, holding out a hand for you to take.

Everyone said their goodbyes and wished you well. The minute you were out of the vicinity from everyone, Joe heaved you over his shoulder and began to hustle towards the car.

“JOE” you yelped followed by a light chuckle, caught off guard by his actions.

He didn’t reply until he got you to the car, dropping you carefully to your feet and pressed your back against the car door.

He leaned close to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine as he spoke “you have no idea how long I've wanted you. First, I'm gonna get you home and we're gonna get you out of this dress so I can do all of the things I’ve only ever dreamt of doing to you. Then we can talk about where we want to go from here, but I sure as shit don’t want to go back to just being friends. Does that work for you, sweetheart?” 

You didn’t trust your voice in that moment, not knowing if words would come out if you tried and opted for a firm nod.

He backed away from the car, bringing you towards him so he could open the door for you.

“Get in mamas and buckle up, because once we get home, you’re in for a ride” closing the door before you could give him a response.

You were about to be in for a night you didn’t expect, but one that would change everything for the best.

Thank you so much for reading, please send in any requests or comments. I hope you enjoyed!

[skzdust]

Good Kitty

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

Request from @oo-li! Your request literally made me so excited and I got kinda self indulgent with where I took it lol, so I really hope you like it! <3 Also it's bouncy au. I have been so fucking obsessed with that mv recently.

Summary: Wooyoung thinks San deserves a prize after winning his fight. Threesome ensues.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x afab reader

Includes: bouncy au, "kitty", pet play, threesome, clit play, penetrative sex, pleaseeee use a condom irl, face fucking, collars and leashes, cat ears

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

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Wooyoung gave your leash a tug, nothing too hard, just getting your attention. “Baby?”

“Mm?” You looked up at him.

“Why don’t you start touching yourself for me? I want you nice and desperate once I’m ready for you.” He kept his eyes on the fight, but one corner of his mouth moved up in a smirk.

You sighed in relief. You’d been by his side all night, kneeling on a blanket and waiting patiently for him to give you permission to do anything but wait patiently.

Wooyoung’s star fighter, San, was performing well tonight, and based on how he’d been doing recently, you suspected he’d win. This would be a good thing for you, as Wooyoung would be in a good mood and might actually let you cum. Last time San had lost, you’d been edged for two hours.

You watched San punch the other guy in the face as you put a hand up your skirt. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung, who was leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the ring. “Yes, you can finger yourself.” He said dismissively.

Being his pet had its perks. You got a front row seat to every fight, and they were usually pretty entertaining. He spoiled you, got you nice things to wear. And the sex was nothing short of amazing.

You could barely wait for him to fuck you as you started to finger yourself, first one finger, then two, then three.

“My good kitty.” He absently patted your head, scratching your scalp. You whimpered, and he finally looked at you, smiling. “You like being my good kitty? Excited to get fucked?”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“San just needs to get one more good hit in and it’s over.” Wooyoung turned his attention back to the fight. “And then I’ll fuck you so good.”

Your fingers, while no comparison to Wooyoung’s cock, moved faster.

San got his hit in, and the other guy fell to the ground, completely knocked out. Wooyoung jumped out of his seat, cheering. He looked at you, handing you the leash. “You can go to the bedroom. I expect you to be all ready by the time I get there.”

You nodded, your eyes lighting up.

You walked through the crowd to the little back door that led to Wooyoung’s room. It was a tidy little room, with a big bed and a nightstand holding enough sex toys to occupy a small army.

You shut the door and pulled one of the nightstand drawers out to get out a little set of cat ears that you clipped into your hair. You took off your top and skirt and spread yourself out on the bed.

When the door opened, it wasn’t just Wooyoung who walked in. San was slightly bloody, dirty, and sweaty, but fuck, he was hot. He smiled at you, his eyes raking down your body.

“Since San won tonight, I thought I’d give him a little reward.” Wooyoung smirked. “You’re okay with that, right, kitty?”

You nodded, your eyes wide. You loved when San joined you. Sometimes Wooyoung treated him like a dom on equal footing, and sometimes he was a pet along with you. It was always different, but Wooyoung was always in charge.

It seemed tonight it would be a mixture, as Wooyoung pulled out a second set of cat ears and put them on San, but nodded at you. “You should be a good pet and fuck our kitty for me, Sannie.” He scratched behind San’s ear, and you bit your lip as San sighed, melting into Wooyoung’s touch. “You were so good for me tonight, I think you deserve a nice tight hole to fuck into.”

You whined, but didn’t say anything. You knew when you were Wooyoung’s pet you’d be punished for speaking, and you were a good kitty.

San turned to look at you, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, kitty. Hands and knees.”

You got into position, and San fucked you with a couple fingers before lining his cock up with your entrance and sinking into you. A hand pushed between your shoulder blades, and you could hear Wooyoung laughing as your face fell into the pillows.

“Look at that arch.” Wooyoung’s hand ghosted along your back. “Such a perfectly submissive fuckpet.”

You moaned, as much at Wooyoung’s words as at San’s cock.

 San began to move, rocking inside you, his cock pushing deep. You could hear Wooyoung and San kissing, and you whined.

“Feeling left out?” San grabbed onto your hips, punctuating the sentence with a hard thrust. “I’d kiss you, too, kitty, but that pretty little face is pushed into the pillow.”

You tried to raise your head, get your arms under you, but Wooyoung just pushed you back down again. “Don’t distract Sannie from fucking you. Be good and take it.”

San fucked you with increasing intensity, until you were practically sobbing into the pillow, your fingers clawing, scrabbling at the sheets for anything to hold onto. Your legs were tingly, you were tearing up, you were a mess.

San was really fucking good at this, and Wooyoung moving around the two of you made it even better. At one point he yanked your head towards him and kissed you, hard, until you’d squeaked at one of San’s thrusts. He’d pulled away, and you’d been expecting a slap or something similar until he kissed your forehead.

He found your clit, and his finger began moving around it. His other hand fisted in your hair, pulling you up so you could hear him. “Fucking slut… good pet. Good fucking pet. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Why don’t you hold back and not cum for me? Think you can do that? I think you can do that. San, fuck her harder.” His finger moved faster, and he moved in close to your ear. “Don’t cum, kitty, got that?”

You whined in agreement, arching back against him. It was so much sensation, so much stimulation, it was all you could do not to cum right then.

“Don’t cum, don’t cum…” Wooyoung’s voice lilted, mocking you.

You couldn’t stop it. You came.

San kept fucking you, Wooyoung kept moving his finger, keeping you stimulated through your orgasm. It felt like fireworks were going off in your legs, and you shook. They continued as you came down from your high.

Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Kitty… I specifically told you not to cum. You’re gonna have to make up for that, you know. San, pull out. You can have her mouth.”

They dragged you down the bed into position: hands and knees again, but this time, you were close to the edge of the bed. San thrust into your mouth, and Wooyoung slid into your pussy.

They fucked you without any kind of rhythm, your body jerking back and forth as they moved in and out of you. You shut your eyes, along for the ride. Spit dripped down your chin as San hit the back of your throat with each thrust, and there was an obscene wet slapping sound as Wooyoung fucked your pussy.

There wasn’t any kind of rhyme or reason to this, but you were in so deep you didn’t care. It felt so fucking good to be used by them that you would’ve done about anything at that point if they’d just keep going.

Wooyoung grunted a few times. “So fucking tight, even after Sannie was just inside you. Can you taste yourself on his cock?”

San tangled his fingers in your hair to keep you in place as he kept going. “I don’t mean to be so rough, baby, but your mouth is just… fuck, it feels so good. I can’t help myself. You understand, right?”

You came again, at the same time as San, who pulled out of your mouth to cum all over your face. It dripped off of you as he gently combed his hand through your hair. “Is Woo fucking you so good, baby?”

“Mhm.” You whined, leaning into his touch even as the aftershocks of your orgasm still arced through you. “Good, Sannie.”

“Beautiful kitty. Woo’s gonna cum and then… and then we’ll see what he wants to do, okay? You can talk, if you like.”

You nodded, pushing yourself back onto Wooyoung’s cock. “He feels so good.”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung’s pace stammered. “I’m so close, kitty. So good for me.”

It wasn’t long before he came inside you with a groan. You whimpered through his orgasm.

Slowly, Wooyoung pulled out, and you could feel his cum dripping out of you. You fell on your side, breathing hard.

“Perfect kitty.” Wooyoung moved to spoon you, and San cuddled you from the front. You closed your eyes, so content in their presence you could’ve fallen asleep, and in fact you might have if Wooyoung hadn’t started to touch your clit again.

You whined, squirming.

“I told you I’d have to punish you, didn’t I?” Wooyoung whispered mischievously. “That means you don’t stop until I say stop.”

“Yes, sir.” You pushed back into his hand.

“Look at you.” He laughed softly. “You still want it. Needy little kitty.”

You knew Wooyoung could be sadistic. He’d fuck you into overstimulation and past it until you were begging for mercy. He’d use San to help overwhelm your body.

And you’d enjoy every second of it.

[obsessedwrhys]

I was wondering if I could request a Leo or/and Donnie x reader. (I don’t know if you do multiple- if you don’t- super sorry! Just do whichever one you feel in the mood to do) where if someone runs a finger through their hair or scratches for scalp they just melt? Like full on limp- very easy to make reader stop overworking themselves, cuddle with them, just get them to sleep, ya know! Hope that makes sense lol!

DISASTER TWINS X TOUCHSTARVED!READER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, no angst, reader is gn!! (I didn't know what to name this headcanon 🤷🏻‍♀️)

LEO

You just know being with this man means being constantly showered with affection.

That's why you two are easily the perfect pair.

Everytime you find yourself stressed from your work, he could feel his senses kicking in from a mile away. Before you know it, he's already by your side to provide emotional support.

"Alright alright!! Time to take a break!! Chop chop!!" He'd shoo you out of the chair and drag you to his bed.

He knows how hard your work is, at least he does from the things April has told him. That's why he goes over the top when helping you unwind.

Back massages, feet rubs, and your favourite, head massages. Dude would definitely purchase body oil for you. The way he so delicately runs his hands through your hair while also making sure he applies just enough force for it to be soothing. You couldn't help but hum happily.

Those noises being signs that he's doing things just right!!

Apart from that, if you were to finish your work, he would definitely reward you by buying all your favourite snacks while also cuddling together to watch a show you've been meaning to start.

But if you're too tired. He'd just play your comfort songs as you guys just cuddle to sleep.

He has a ton of playlists that contains your favourite songs.

You could ask him about that one song you don't remember the name to and he'll instantly know which one you were talking about.

He likes to brag about having such a hard working partner to his brothers.

Like pleaseeee you wish you could get lucky like me 🤭

Of course he's not fine with you overworking yourself. That's a huge no no for him.

If you were to object his idea of taking a break, this man will straight up kneel down and rest his head on your lap like a dog desperate for your attention. He wouldn't stop sighing or making sad noises until you've given in.

He knows you like physical touch so if you ever liked, he wouldn't mind keeping you company as you worked, which most of the time resulted in him falling asleep on the table.

He just wants to be apart of it okay!!! You like to tell him he's doing a good job even though he doesn't do much but play with the pencil by trying to balance it on his nose.

100% cutie patootie

DONNIE

Now this man don't play around.

If you tell him you need to get the work done on time then this man will help you make sure it's done on time.

He's extremely helpful, he watches as you work but he won't intervene unless you request for his assistance. That's because he wants you to grow and solve things by yourself.

However if he were to see you start to burn out from frustration, he'd suggest you guys to take a break which he likes to call "Coffee break"

Do not ever say no to coffee break because this man will talk you to tears by justifying about a topic you strongly disagree on.

He'd brew you both a cup of coffee, but if you happen not to be into caffeine then tea will do.

Since he's aware of how you seem to shut off your mind from physical touch, he would cuddle with you as he just scratches your scalp. The way your eyes flutter close makes him smile to himself.

As someone who also struggles with burn outs, he would hate for the same to happen to you. Yeah sure he doesn't take care of himself that well but that doesn't mean he'll let that happen to you!!!

If you are ever too exhausted, he'd offer to wash your hair for you. You know like those things they have at the saloon where you lay down and put your hair in the open sink thingy (im lazy to find the name)? Yeah he'd definitely make one in his lab just for your personal use.

He would 1000% watch tutorials online to give you that sensational experience.

Everytime you guys cuddle to sleep, you would still be a little awake to feel his hands tracing the features on your face. This habit of his pretty much became a routine that you have a harder time of sleeping if he isn't caressing your face.

He likes to reward you with kisses on the forehead everytime you get your work done. But that's not all, he'd always invent something new just for you. He may or may not have caught a sneak peek of your wishlist, and since some of the things you've wished for can be easily made by him. Why not save that money and let him do his magic?

He surprises you each time with the gifts and you are grateful every time.

Cuddles during movie night is a must!! I don’t know why but I just have a feeling this man probably has like a small cinema hidden in his lab.

You guys would always watch any TV series together, like one will not continue on to the next episode without the other there to watch it with them.

His cuddles are the best when you guys are watching romance movies. Especially during a romantic scene. His body would scoot closer to yours without him even realising. His arms around your body tightening slightly as he nuzzles his face a bit onto your skin.

100% supportive bf

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f’me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

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a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

my inbox is open!

[halfway-happyyy]

more of frank talking you through it pleaseeee

i’m thinking like.. during prone bone maybe

ask and you shall receive, friend.

I actually hc that one of frank’s go-to positions is doggy (the man loves a view), so this isn’t much of a stretch (ha) at all. the rest is under the cut because it's naughty.

it’s one of those evenings where neither of you have successfully satisfied your appetites for one another. he’d come home from the site in a way, thundering through the front door in a huff and muttering something about having to drive home with a hard-on the entire way. fresh out of the shower, he’d given it to you hard and fast up against the kitchen wall while pasta sauce simmered on the stove, but even that wasn’t enough to scratch the surface of your craving for him. 

“what’s it gonna take, sweet girl?” 

frank’s got you pressed up against the window in your bedroom, the whole of manhattan spread out before you like a starlit tapestry. his fingers dance up your neck, and for a moment, you imagine the feel of his hand as it closes around the base of your throat, and a tiny, desperate whimper emanates from you.

“what’s it gonna take for you to get your fill tonight, huh?” frank presses a kiss to the side of your jaw and rasps, “open up.” 

doing as you’re told, your mouth falls open, allowing him to insert two fingers into it.

his head drops to your shoulder and a low groan sounds from him as your cheeks hollow out around his thick digits. “atta girl. just like that.” he lets you suckle on them for a little while longer before pulling them from the heat of your mouth with an obscene pop, and trailing them down the soft skin of your chest and stomach. you hiss as the cool air from the open window kisses the trail of moisture he’s leaving behind in his wake, and causes a shiver to wrack you.

“you always take everything I give you so damn well, baby.” he muses. "how did i get so lucky, hm?"

his wet fingers hover inches away from where you need him most when he asks, “can I touch you here, sweet girl?” 

all you can manage is a rushed, “yes, god, please, frankie…” 

his fingers circle the swollen bud of your clit a couple of times before pushing into you completely, and it’s all you can do to keep from crying out at the stretch.

“‘sat feel good, baby?” he whispers.

“mhm,” 

his head falls back to your shoulder while he continues fucking his fingers into you, and you’re entirely powerless at this point to keep from grinding your hips back against him, trying to glean as much friction as you can.

“I need more frank,” your voice is fragile, desperate, a wine glass at the edge of a tabletop. “please.”

frank tuts, giving his head a half-shake. “I’m not totally confident you can handle a third one, baby. I think that might just be too much for your sweet little pussy to handle, hm?” 

“please, frankie…” 

he finally relents and sinks a third finger into you, groaning loudly at how wet you are for him, at how he can feel you dripping down his hand. 

“you like making a mess as much as I do, baby.” 

you’d already come twice for him earlier, and the tell-tale signs of your third orgasm begin smoldering in the pit of your belly. he can tell by the way you involuntarily clench around him, and his lips find the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t think you need a third finger baby, I think what you need is my cock.”

he pulls his fingers from you without warning then, which causes tears to brim in your eyes. the sudden loss catches the breath in your throat like smoke, and frank shakes his head. 

“none of that, sweet girl. you know I’ve got you, hm?”

his hands grasp the sides of your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. 

“who takes the best care of you?” 

you swallow hard, in an attempt to find your voice. “you do, Frankie.” 

“that’s right, baby. now get on the bed for me, yeah?”

making it there is half the battle, but you do as you’re told, and position yourself onto all fours for him.

frank saddles up behind you and taps the soft skin of your hip twice. “want you on your stomach, pretty girl.” 

you comply, and feel him line the head of his cock up against your soaked entrance. he teases you by rubbing himself up against your slick slit, cursing at the feeling of your wetness. 

“gonna fuck you so good, baby. gonna give you everything you deserve.” 

normally he’s careful to go nice and slow with you on account of his sheer size, but there’s simply no need tonight. 

“lift your hips up a bit for me,” his voice is breathy and barely audible, and your compliance is rewarded by being filled to the hilt with him. “yes fuck, just like that.” 

he starts slow at first; likes to watch the slow push and pull of his cock inside of you, slick with your arousal. his fingers leave miniscule half-moon crescents in the skin of your thighs that only heighten the pleasure he’s providing you. still maintaining his speed, he leans forward to press a series of kisses down the length of your spine. 

“fuck, frankie…” 

he nods against you, his warm hands resuming their purchase on your hips. “I know baby, I know. I feel it. you keep squeezin’ my cock like that and you’re gonna make me come.” 

and you want it like you’ve never wanted anything before; the feeling of him filling you with absolutely everything he has to give; his warm spend dripping down the length of your inner thigh and onto the bed sheets beneath you.

you like making a mess as much as I do, baby.

he slows against you, the sharp, fast intake of his breath telling you that if you make a single move, he’ll come apart completely. you’re so still that you can feel his cock twitch and throb deep inside of you, the sensation enough to cause a tremble of unbridled pleasure to wrack you.

“I want it, frank.”

"I know you do, baby. I can tell how cock-drunk you are just by the sound of your voice alone."

"Please,"

your wrecked plea is the catalyst for his release, which hits him like a freight train and pushes him over the edge entirely. your name, similar to a prayer, is a repeated, wrecked chant on his lips, and he stays inside of you for a couple moments longer, reveling in the all-consuming heat of you- his favourite place to be. with one past peck to your back, he pulls from you with a soft groan. 

“always so fucking good for me, baby. let me get a warm cloth, I’ll be right back.” 

“okay frankie, I’ll be right here.”

[svt-demi]

𖥔 WORN THIN . masterlist

SYNOPSIS: demi pushes herself too hard preparing for seventeen’s comeback, but after returning home late and sick, minghao takes care of her despite the tension between them.

TIMELINE: 2021

WARNINGS: mentions of exhaustion/self care issues. that’s it (i think)

demi and minghao’s emotionally distant era. . . also send requests pleaseeee >_< lowkey struggling on what to write so save me from disappearing for like a month !!

demi was drained — exhausted down to her bones.

her entire body ached, muscles stiff and trembling faintly as she continued to run over the choreography. she knew she was overworking herself, and she knew that she should have listened to s.coups insisting for her to come back to the dorms with him a few hours earlier. perhaps she wouldn’t feel so week if she did. but she was stubborn, and she was already falling behind due to her packed schedule.

there was no time to rest, especially not when ‘your choice’ was set to be released in just a few months time.

she barely noticed s.coups standing near the door, bag slung over his shoulder with his arms crossed over his chest. it wasn’t hard to tell he was unhappy — the slight crease between his brows and the pout on his lips made everything obvious.

“kyra.”

a sigh slipped past her lips as she walked over to the laptop in the corner, fingers reaching to the spacebar to pause the music. she ran a hand through her hair and turned to look at him.

“i know what you’re gonna say,” she muttered.

“then you should know you should listen.”

she huffed, rubbing at her face before shaking her head. “i won’t stay long.”

lie. it was a lie, and she knew it. demi could tell that s.coups had heard the lie in her voice too. she could see his expression, could see the disappointment spread on his face. it wasnt anger, not really, but it was close enough to make her stomach tighten. he wasn’t angry with her, but she could tell he was frustrated — worried, even, and that made it worse.

“you said that when the others left.” he replied, his tone flat as he checked the time on his phone. “that was almost two hours ago, and you’ve been going over the choreography longer than anyone else these past few weeks.”

her throat tightened and she could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet them.

“i mean it this time, cheol.” she smiled faintly, her voice still a little strained yet she still held onto the lie. her words didn’t sound covincing, not anymore, not even to herself. she could already feel her body protesting from the hours she’d been pushing herself each day. could feel the way the exhaustion was starting to build up in her limbs, the way it was catching in her breath.

there was a long pause. s.coups didn’t respond immediately, he just stood there, arms still crossed over his chest, studying her like he could see right through her (he could). demi could practically hear the thoughts running through his head — you’re pushing yourself too far, you should rest, take a break for once.

he was right, though.

she was tired.

s.coups exhaled slowly, the sound more of a tired sigh than anything else . “don’t come back home too late.” he said quietly. “this is the only time i’m letting you stay a little longer.”

demi pressed her lips together, staring at the floor. it was unusual — seungcheol letting her stay longer than she already had. she only nodded, not looking up until she heard the door to the practice room click shut.

it was past 3 a.m by the time demi got back to the dorms. she could feel like fabric of her sweater sticking uncomfortably to her skin, her legs were dragging and sluggish and her arms felt weak, barely able to hold her bag up.

her head throbbed faintly, a dull pounding behind her temples. her throat was raw, still sore from the hours she’d spent rehearsing her lines singing. her breath came shallow, each inhale slightly uneven. and beneath the clammy chill of her skin she could feel the heat prickling at the edges of her face, feverish.

she gulped, setting her bag down next to the door and walked down the hallway, not bothering to take her shoes off.

she stopped in her tracks when one of the bedroom doors opened just before she passed it, her hands tightening on the sleeves of her sweater as she glanced over.

“demi?” he asked, his voice soft as he moved a little closer.

minghao was there. of course he was.

his hair was mussed slightly, strands falling softly over his forehead. he was dressed in a loose shirt and sweatpants, his voice still a little raspy from sleep. she didn’t want to know why he was awake at this hour; all she could focus on was the fact that he was standing too close, too familiar. she’d been avoiding him for weeks now, frustrated with her own feelings, trying to keep distance.

she didn’t move. she couldn’t. she barely registered how his eyes slowly dragged over her face, taking in everything. he sighed deeply when he caught sight of her glossed over eyes, the faint flush on her cheeks and how she swayed slightly on her feet.

“demitra,” he murmured, reaching out to catch her wrist gently when she almost lost her balance, steadying her before she could fall backwards.

her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming sharp and uneven. “you should go back to sleep.” she said, her voice coming out as more of a whisper. her eyes stayed glued to the floor, not daring to meet his gaze.

“coups told me you’d be home late.”

before she could think of a response, he sighed again and turned, gently dragging her along with him. she didnt fight him — her legs were too weak, too heavy, and her chest felt too tight. she let him guide her down the hall, his hand still wrapped loosely around her wrist. she should have pulled away, thats what she had been doing this whole time, no? but she was far too tired to argue with him.

he led her into her room, quietly pushing her door open and pulling her inside. he guided her towards the bed, letting go of her wrist.

“sit down.” he said quietly.

her legs nearly buckled the moment she sat down, her entire body slumping heavily against the mattress.

minghao crouched in front of her, carefully slipping her sneakers off. she didn’t say anything when he gently tugged at the hair tie holding her hair up, releasing the strands so they fell around her shoulders. he suddenly reached up, the back of his hand pressing lightly against her forehead, checking her temperature.

she wanted to scream at him to stop. to stop looking at her like that, to stop making her feel like she had no control over her emotions when she was around him.

she wasn’t used to this — he knew, and he never pushed her talk about her problems until she was ready.

“have you had anything to drink?” he asked softly, setting her shoes down on the shoe rack in the corner of her room.

demi blinked, still dazed from the exhaustion. her throat felt raw, dry — almost painful everytime she breathed. she hadn’t realised just how badly she needed a drink until now. minghao didn’t need to wait to know that her answer was no.

he stood still for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face before he walked out the room. when he left, she let her body sink back against the softness of her bed, the heels of her palms rubbing her eyes. a sigh slipped from her lips as she pulled the cover slightly higher to keep herself warm enough.

a few minutes later (what felt like hours for demi), the door creaked open and the cool touch of a water bottle snapped her out of her thoughts.

minghao was back, the bottle cap twisted off. he held the bottle up to her lips, waiting for her to drink.

she blinked at him for a second until she drank slowly, the water soothing her dry throat. her body felt so relieved after a few sips and she felt her eyelids dropping with each moment. once she finished, minghao set the water bottle down on her bedside table. he paused by the door again, eyes finding hers.

“go to sleep, okay? you’re tired.” he said, his voice almost pleading, as if he wanted to take the weight of the exhaustion off her shoulders, even if only for a little while.

demi’s lips parted in protest. “i need to shower,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly.

he clicked his tongue, stepping back into the room. “you’re about to pass out, demi. shower when you wake up.” he said, the words coming out more gentle than she had expected.

she didn’t argue, tiredness was already tugging at the edges of her consciousness, pulling her deeper into the sleep she so desperately needed. “okay,” she whispered, not bothering to check if he heard or not.

minghao stood there for a moment longer, waiting until her eyes fluttered closed before he stepped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

★ i apologise for this… the writing is so ass lawrd