#Everytime I see them I just *places my hand over my mouth choking back a sob*

[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: am I the only one who gets a little emotional when I see angel!Crowley?

[nicholasgoodgirl]

in the sheets- spencer reid

summary: sleeping with spencer and caring less about the consequences from your dad.

warnings: smut, no protection (wrap that shit), aaron is your dad, age gap (4yrs), multiple rounds, slight squirtung, aftercare

a/n: i wanna be that one writer who writes the reader as aarons daughter.

me and spencer were kissing from the front door all the way to my bedroom. stumbling on eachother while moving backwards towards the bed unable to move off of eachother.

i fall onto the bed; with him ontop of me. he kissed down my jaw to my collar bone leaving sloppy wet kisses.

i reach down, palming him through his pants, looking him straight in his eyes. i see the intense desire in his eyes making me smile.

"can i?" i ask messing with the waist band of his pants. "please" he begged.

i get up from the bed sitting spencer down then unzipping his pants. he helped me pull them down; pulling his boxers down as well.

i grab ahold of his now free cock letting my tounge swirl around the tip, my mouth taking more of him. he gasped at the feeling.

surprisingly he took ahold of my hair and forced my mouth down further on his dick, it caught me off gaurd making me cough a bit.

as i bobbed my head i tried my best to supress my gag reflex everytime he hit the back of my throat.

"k' thats enough. get up" he helped me off the ground and pulled me in for a kiss then made me lay on his bed; turning me over on my stomach.

"please baby take off your shirt" he said while taking off my pants already, then tossing them to the floor.

i took my shirt off and just threw it away from me. his shirt tossed in the same direction.

he runs his hands down my back then to my hips. he guides the head of his cock to my hole, teasing my entrance.

"can we just fuck for now. and not tease eachother" i propose the possibility. "sounds like a plan" i audibly gasp at him slipping into me, bottoming out.

spencer was thrusting into me so easily "god you feel so good" his words wobble out.

he increased his speed gripping onto my hips which i knew were gonna leave marks.

if i was being honset with my self i didn't think he had it in him, but i never fully doubted him.

he brings his hand down to my clit rubbing it in circles while also applying pressure. making me squirm under him. "mm- fuck m' gonna cum" my words muffling into the matress.

"thats fine" i didn't even have to look back to know he was smiling, just from the way he said it.

just one more rut and i felt myself get filled. he fucked his seed into me some more and i had climaxed.

i wanted more, i was yearning for more i wanted him to pull so many orgasms from me tonight. just looking at him made my eyes glaze with lust.

he pulled out and turned me over "can we go again?" i asked before he could say anything. a warm smile and a nodd is all i received before he penetrates me again.

he scans over my face as he pushes inside of me "you're really pretty y'know that?" he leans down to press a sentimental kiss on my lips.

"thanks baby, thats-.. sweet" the last word choking out when his tip brushes my cervix.

he puts his hands back at my waist for leverage to hit into me deeper. i pull at the blankets underneath me. i was still so sensitive from my last orgasm but my need for him was much more stronger.

"I can't really last-" his cock twitched then filled me up again "-that long looking at you" it was endearing really and i can't even be mad about it, but he was still hard.

it was like having sex with a horny teenage boy with much more stamina.

he lays down ontop of me not really putting his full weight on me, he pulls out and turns over; flopping onto his back.

i get on him, straddling his lap "can i ride you?" he just groaned a 'mhm' so i grabbed his hard cock and aligned it with my somehow slick entrance.

i sink down on him, leaning down to place kisses on spencers neck while rocking my hips back and forth. i sit up and use his shoulders to help me go up and down on him. at the certain angle his dick was hitting inside of me made pornographic moans leave my lips and also made me see stars. i was onto my second orgasm tonight.

"ahh.. shit" i laid ontop of spencer, rocking my hips a little; riding out my orgasm feeling pure ecstasy.

i was so tired but the room was thick with tension and lust. i couldn't physically get enough of spencer reid, as the minutes passed i found new things about him that turned me on. like right now, his heavy breathing and the light tracing that his hand is doing on my back.

"turn over. might be a while til' we can do this again" he turned me over; my face laying into the pillows. "can you breath?" he asked fisting some hair into a make shift ponytail. "yeah" he released my hair after the response

his tip dragged through my sensitive folds, he then fucks his tip inside me. my brows knit and my mouth falls open.

he slams inside of me "im goin' all the way" spencer warns.

i put my face into the pillow and let out a scream. I'd never been fucked like this ever. and i never had someone go multiple rounds in different positions for so long, it's been atleast 30 minutes.

his leverage this time was the headboard of his bed. he kept him somewhat steady

he slams into me repeatedly, his tip brusing my cervix. i clench around him, a whimper falling from his mouth it sounded like music to my ears I'd do anything to hear it again.

spencer was using everything in him to hit deeply inside me, it was making my mind go blank. all that was leaving my mouth was moans and his name as if thats all i remembered

"spencer!!" i screamed. i held onto the blankets for dear life as if it could help me take it.

"sorry.. sorry" he began slowing down "no dont stop!" i yelled quickly. so he reverted his speed and continued to go as fast as before.

i possibly could have squirted, i just know my own cum is leaking out of me while he's still going.

"jesus fuck-" he moans, pulling out with a slick pop then collapsing next to me.

i felt worn out, but like i could go just one more time but i highly doubt I'd even be awake for it

"im sorry about that" he sighs into my hair.

"don't apologize" is all i could utter in the moment.

i let my eyes rest and he tucked the hair that fallen in my face behind my ear. i opened my eyes to see him admiring my face "that was eventful wasn't it?" i smile nodding, i could feel butterflies in my stomach just from looking at him.

"lets get cleaned up" spencer sat up but i didn't sit up with him, i actually got under the blankets that were already a mess.

"m' tired" is all i said while snuggling into the balnkets "thats fair." he got out of bed and went to the bathroom with some clothes in hand. which im not quite sure when he got them.

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i wake up to a damp haired spencer reid. and looking around it was still night. I've only fallen asleep for a few minutes "c'mon sweet girl you need to get clean"

he carried me into the bathroom and placed me in a bath. "im gonna go change the sheets and blankets. try cleaning yourself.. and please dont fall asleep in the tub. it's a major safety hazard" i nod along to what he's saying so he know im listening.

when he leaves i start getting all cleaned up. i could really get used to this princesses treatment, and the thing is we aren't even together and this is the best I've been treated by a man.

i got out the tub and dryed myself off. looking around i saw no clothes, so i wrapped the towel around me and walked out the bathroom.

"spencer!?" i yell out for him but there was no reply. i hear footsteps approaching the bedroom "yeah?" it was just spencer.

"i have no clothes" it's like a instant lightbulb went off in his head "i totally forgot" he went in his closet and came out with a black t-shirt.

"thanks" i walk back into the bathroom but before i could close the door spencer told me he ordered pizza and it should be here by time i was completely finished.

i put the shirt on and it was at my mid thigh so i think i was good for tonight.

i sit on the bed and get comfortable under the blankets of the replaced bedsheets. spencer comes in the room with a box of pizza and two bottled waters in the other hand.

"got the goods" he chuckled placing the food and drink on the bed. "thanks spence"

he climbed into bed next to me "so how are we telling your dad about this" i nearly choked on air.

"he's not finding out about this moment-" ,,no no of course not he'd kill me. i mean us. whatever this is." his words were kinda doubtful of what he thought we were.

"oh.. lets just wait it out and hope I'm not pregnant" i lightened the moment with reid laughing at my half joke.

[kolsmikaelson]

— PATRICK ZWEIG NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — obsessed with him <3 need more gifs of him too

WARNINGS — 18 + content mdni, not proofread

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s sweet, no matter where you are he’ll make sure to clean you up and he’ll always make sure to get you water. he’ll do anything you ask of him really. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his thighs are his favorite. he loves the way that you love them. he also really likes his arms too. your hands are his favorite, he loves the way they wrap around his cock or the way they tug at his hair when his head is buried in between your thighs. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

loves cumming in your ass, there’s something about the extra tightness that gets him everytime. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

fantasizes about he and art fucking you. he and art had messed around, a lot, when they were younger and still doing challengers together and even now that he’s found you, he still misses those times and would love to have art join you two. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pretty experienced. he definitely knows what he’s doing and how to figure out how to get you going. 

F = Favorite position (goes without saying)

he loves when you’re on top, riding him. he loves the view of your tits bouncing in his face and how he has the ability to kiss or nip at them at any point. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think it goes back and forth. let’s say, he’d gotten jealous because some guy was hitting on you, he’ll take you back to your place and fuck you till you know you’re his, but other times it’ll be soft and silly and unserious, you’re just a mess of limbs tangling together. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps it trimmed, so that it’s not too much out of control. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so romantic. sometimes with how hard or rough he goes it’s harder to tell how romantic it is, but there's always those telltale signs such as him always making sure you get off before him, usually before he’s even fucked you, unless you’re both too needy to wait, but even then he’ll still make sure you cum at least once. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not huge on it anymore now that he’s older, but if he’s out of town for a game and you weren’t able to come with he’ll resort to that in the middle of the night when he’s missing you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

spit kink, praise kink (receiving), choking, he loves shoving his fingers in your mouth if you’re being too loud. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his car. doesn’t matter if you’ve pulled over and are on the side of the road or safely parked in your garage, doesn’t matter he’s obsessed. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

winning. the more he wins the more pumped up he is, and seeing how proud you are each time he wins really gets him going. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no piss kink (or any other bodily fluids excluding spit and cum), and nothing that’d put you in any real danger, sure he likes choking but in intervals, he makes sure it never lasts too long. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a god at giving head. he’s so good at it and he knows it. i don’t think he prefers it either way, you’d both keep it pretty even in giving and receiving.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the situation! sometimes he’ll have a rough time and go slow and sensual other times he’d fucking into you like a jackhammer. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sometimes (before a match) it’s all you have time for so he’s definitely not against them, but he does love taking his time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

to a certain degree. but he’d likely try anything once as long as his partner was sure they wanted it too. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can usually last 2-3 rounds before taking a break until you’re ready again and he can go for a couple more. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh yes. once you’ve moved in together he’s got a drawer in the nightstand full of different toys. he’s got a fleshlight, rarely uses it though because why would he when he has you right next to him <33. but he’s got different vibes and dildos to use on you as well. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest fucking tease ever. will edge you till you’re on the brink of tears just to stop touching you and rip your orgasm away from you. but he’ll whine like a bitch in heat if you try to tease him back. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud but not super quiet. he makes sure you’re aware he’s loving what you’re doing. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

definitely asks you about art, trying to feel out what you’d think about having a threesome, eventually going as far as to ask what you’d think about adding him into your relationship (you agree because in the time you’ve known him you’ve fallen for him the way you did for patrick.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

decently big, i’d give him 5/6 inches soft, and he’s thick as fuck too. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high. he feels that sex is the best way he’s capable of showing his love, he’s not the best with his words. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he passes out as soon as he’s done cleaning you up and getting you some water. the moment his head hits the pillow and has you wrapped up in his arms again he’s done for. 

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[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

"I want you to destroy me so I'll feel better"

Convincing Simon "Ghost" Riley to try something new. Well...not new for either of you, but a first for your relationship.

CW: name calling, degradation, violent choking (all consensual)

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

"You like what?"

Simon stands in front of you, hands in his hoodie pocket.

"I like being choked...until I pass out."

You repeat slowly. You know it was fucked up. You know it was bad. Everytime you did it you could feel your braincells dying. You sit on your hands at the edge of the bed. There's a moment of silence as he stares down at you.

"No."

He gives you that signature cold look of his: reserved for when you're in an argument you can't win. Or one he doesn't want you to win. 'You know this is useless. Give up. Quit while you're ahead.' It's like his voice was in your head.

"Are you afraid you're gonna hurt me?"

You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

"It's a stupid idea. Best to get that out of your head. Now."

He adjusts his mask before walking off.

"Please?"

You hug him from behind while he cooks eggs.

"No."

"Please?"

You wrap your arms his neck and lie on top of him while watching TV.

"No. Stop asking."

"Please?"

You're in bed when he goes to turn off the lights.

"..."

He resorts to ignoring you. You're getting closer to cracking him.

It goes on like this for two weeks. Usually he gives in by now, but you're making progress. Instead of engaging, he just leaves the room now.

"How did you even find out you liked that?"

He doesn't look at you while he spoons cereal into his mouth, mask rolled up just enough.

"I think it's something about an abusive ex choking me."

You take a bite of your cereal.

"Something about 'reclaiming your power after past traumas'. At least that's what my therapist said. Not sure if I believe that, but I can't think of any other reason I like it."

You shrug as you chew.

"Hm."

He keeps eating.

Breakfast is silent after that. You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

"Can't believe I'm doing this..."

He mumbles, kneeling over you while you lie on the floor.

"C'mon you've done this dozens of times."

You smile up at him.

"That's different and you know that."

He looks down at you, slightly disappointed.

"Sorry."

"It's fine..."

It's quiet. He shifts and the floorboards creak.

"So just until I pass out, then you can stop. I'll wake right up after."

You rub your hands on his knees.

"Mhm. Tap out whenever you want."

His gaze is intense, like he was fighting with himself. He places a hand on your neck gently.

"Can you be a little mean?"

Your heart races.

"Fucks sake, choking ain't enough for you?"

He wraps the other hand around your throat lightly.

"Would it be fucked up if I fought back?"

You flash a cheeky smirk.

"Don't do that."

He rubs his thumbs against your skin.

"Ok. Ready."

You take a deep breath and relax. He clears his throat and puts some pressure on your neck. You nod, looking up at him.

"Hm."

He applies more pressure until you can barely breathe. You take shallow breaths and close your eyes. His grip gets tighter. You can't inhale. You shift your hips under his.

"Don't. Move."

His words send a chill up your spine. He never used this tone with you before. It was terrifying. You try to swallow nervously. The last few exhales you have leave your lungs.

"Look at me."

You keep your eyes closed, a few rough taps to your face snap them open. His eyes are glossed over and dark, a frenzied shark. You find it in your chest to whimper.

"Shut the fuck up."

His hands wrap around you harder. It's starting to hurt. You lift your hands to grab his wrists. He gives a solid shake, banging your head on the floor and making you see stars. He leans down, pressing his masked mouth to your ear.

"Told you. Don't. Move."

Your lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. Swallowing became impossible. Your eyes watered, you could feel Simon's hands shaking. Then, darkness. It's quiet, peaceful, only lasts less than a second. And just like that, you're conscious. A delicious head rush and breath of fresh air leaves a goofy smile on your face.

"Unbelievable..."

Simon shakes his head, leans back on his knees, and huffs. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, catching your breath. Simon scoots back and you watch as he adjusts himself.

"Have fun?"

You tease. Before you can rag on him more, he yanks both your bottoms off and sits you right on his hard dick.

"Fuckin hell. You really do like that shit, huh?"

He grips your ass and glides you up and down as your dripping wetness clamps down on him. You're already drooling from the sensation of him parting you wide open so easily. You always get your way at the end of the day. You knew it. He knew it.

[c0llisiion]

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic!

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: clan leader!gojo, mean dom!gojo, yandere type ig? , Mention of possessive gojo , cuckqueanery, voyeurism , degradation, fellacio , name calling , slapping, bondage — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 874

A/N : HIIIIII I DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST JJK SMUT CUS I BE GOING THROUGH THAT SATORU GOJO BRAINROT ( my gorgeous man is coming back frfrfr ) kinda gives me the ick everytime i proof read it 😭 but ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about clan leader Gojo, who you were forcefully married to. Your clan and the gojo clan had a lot of tension building up between each other, and the last option was to marry the gojo's gifted son and the youngest beauty of yours as a peace treaty. Satoru had met you before. To say the least, he was not very fond of you. He thought of you as just a daddy’s princess who had no talent, even though your cursed technique was one of the rarest. Satoru was not pleased at first, but he had a change of heart.

Satoru was rude to you every waking second. He treated you like his cumrag. You were to obey him at all times. You want to go out? He will join you too. He would threaten to slice someone’s head off if they ever laid eyes on you or stared at you for too long. Cause you were his toy. His to look at. His to fuck every night till you were brain-dead. He would dismiss his rudeness towards you as possession or love. His cerulean eyes glowed as he rutted into you at an inhumane pace. His pale hand covered your mouth, stopping you from talking back to him. “You are damn right about me hating you. Cause you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine. All mine.” He would say, landing a harsh slap on one of your tits. You writhe in pain, kimono all over the place, and your legs split open as he pounded his length harder and harder. “My fucking whore. You like it, don't you? Getting treated like a useless whore? Yeah? That's right.. You can’t do anything about it cus you belong to me. Your perfect little body is all mine."

His servants are always on alert. After your little sessions he would order them to clean you up while he goes out into the gardens for a smoke. He wouldn’t even take a chance in cleaning you up himself or embracing you. ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Is all he said to you when you asked him.

He liked seeing you suffer. Your tears and your cries were a pleasure for him. That's why he got you tied up. Hands tied behind you, and legs tied wide open as you watch your husband get his dick sucked by another woman. This man was a sadist. He watched you cry and writhe as one of his hands was bobbing this other woman’s head on his dick. Legs splayed out. His hair tussled. His haori hung loose around his body and he had an evil smirk on his face. “You like the sight, wife? You like seeing me fuck someone else’s mouth, don't you sweetheart?” He said. “No! Satoru! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please satoru stop it! I don't like it!” You cried out. Face stained with tears and voice hoarse from the constant begging and crying. Even though he treated you like shit, you still loved him. That was your husband. Your husband. Your legs twitched as your arousal dripped down from your wet cunt. “Seems like you are enjoying it.” You shook your head. He let out a dark chuckle and threw his head back as he made the other woman choke on his length. He let out a deep breathy moan as the woman kept bobbing up and down. He hissed and moaned, to taunt you. “So.. fucking.. Good.” He bluffed. “Satoru please! I can do so much better!! Please im sorry im so so sorry! I will only listen to you! I will worship you, Satoru! My eyes will only be for you! Please satoru!” You pleaded out in defeat. Crying uncontrollably. Satoru raised his eyebrows in amusement. The woman in between his legs was giving him the worst head of his life. He just wanted to see you beg for him after your little drama earlier that day. Satoru called in two of his trusted and loyal servants, commanding them to untie you. His servants had seen worse, so it wasn’t that awkward for them. As they untied you and left, you immediately fell on the floor, crawling to gojo mindlessly, with hunger in your eyes. You pushed the woman off his dick, sending her flying to the wall. satoru giggled at your eagerness. You immediately wrapped your lips on his dick, taking him in fully. His hands grabbed your hair and started thrusting into your mouth. You gagged and moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat. Gojo was in full pleasure. His head was thrown back, and his body arched off the couch as you give his underside and balls attention. You choked around his length, your nose hitting the base as he pushed you further down his shaft. He tugged your hair before pulling you away. You gasp and cough, a mixture of your spit and his precum all over your chin. A string of the mixture connected your lips and his tip. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. Satoru looked disheveled. He slapped your face softly before pulling you into a heated kiss, tasting yours and his mixture, smiling into the kiss.

“I fucking hate you.”

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING <333 how was it? Should i be writing more jjk? Ilysmmm!

[brattyfork]

he wins

summary: matt wins the game

warnings: manhandling, choking, spanking, daddy kink

everytime i felt him throb i clenched down on him. at first it was on purpose but now i just can’t help it.

“baby, clenching your pussy around me is also cheating”

“can’t help it, you feel too good”

“yeah? you love the way my cock feels inside you?”

“yes fuck it’s so good”

“if you give up, i could fuck you, make you feel even better” he taunted, lifting his hips ever so slightly, flexing his cock as he did so.

“don’t wanna lose…” i whined out

“i know baby but daddy wants to make you feel good.” he brought his hand up to place it around my neck. my breathing hitched and i let out the smallest most pathetic moan.

“don’t you wanna make daddy feel good?” he tightened his grip on my throat slightly.

“fuck yes daddy wanna be your good girl”

“do you surrender?” i could hear the smirk on his lips, but i didn’t care. i needed him.

“yes” i whimpered. his grip on my neck became so tight i could barely breathe.

“yes what?”

“yes daddy” i squeaked out with my last remaining breath. he removed his hand from around my neck, “get up” he demanded. i did as he said, slowly lifting off his cock. he stood up then moving to grab my shoulders spun me around to face him. he knelt down and wrapped his arm around my thighs right below my ass. as if i weighed nothing, he threw me over his shoulder. i shrieked, kicking my legs as he walked us to his room.

he walked in the door, careful to make sure i didn’t hit my head on the frame then kicked the door shut with his foot. he tossed me on the bed, my body bouncing a couple times before stilling. he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him. i shrieked again.

“you are only going to call me daddy, if you fuck up, there will be consequences. do you remember your safe word?” the way he spoke with such power and care created a puddle in between my legs.

“yes daddy, it’s red”

he caressed my face “my baby’s so smart, what a good girl” he smiled “on your knees, now” he pointed right in front of him. i scurried off the bed, letting my knees hit the floor. he kneeled down to me, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling up. i lifted my arms trying to make it easier for him. he smirked, realizing i had no bra on. he grabbed my nipples between his fingers, making me gasp and squirm.

“only bad girls don’t wear bras, are you a bad girl?” he said, his blue eyes piercing mine. i shook my head no but as soon as he tightened his grip on my nipples i knew i fucked up.

“i asked you a question” he looked at me, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“n-no daddy, i’m a good girl”

he stood back up, “prove it, suck me off, show me how good you can be” i hooked my fingers in the waist band of his pants and boxers, looking up at him. he nodded and i pulled his pants down along with his boxers, letting them drop to the floor. i wasted no time taking as much of him in my mouth as i could. i bobbed my head on his cock, taking more and more of him until i began to gag. he grabbed the hair on the top of my head to force me to look at him.

“aw sweetheart, am i too big for you? do i need to help you out?” he held my hair as he began thrusting ruthlessly into my mouth. he kept hitting the back of my throat, letting out grunts with every thrust. by this point i had tears running from my eyes and nose and saliva dripping from my mouth. “i’m gonna cum in your pretty mouth baby and you’re going to swallow every last drop” i whimpered around his cock, sending him over the edge. his thick warm seed filled every inch of my mouth, i gagged slightly at the bitter taste but held back. i swallowed every little bit of his cum, so desperate to be good for him. after swallowing i stuck my tongue out for him to see.

“that’s my girl, so obedient” i could feel myself dripping at his words. he leaned down, wrapping his hand around my throat he pulled me to my feet, my knees wobbly. he threw me to the bed “hands and knees sweetie” i assumed the position, anticipating having him inside me. he walked up behind me and pulled my wrists out from under me, making me face plant into the mattress. he pulled my wrists together behind my back, held them with one hand and spit directly on my pussy. i was barely able to get a moan out before he plowed into me, earning a scream from me. “that’s right baby, scream for me, let the whole world know who’s making you feel good” he continued pounding into me at an ungodly pace, the lewd sound of his slicked up cock moving in and out of my wet pussy. i felt his balls slapping against my clit and between the sounds and the pleasure i was feeling i was close to unraveling.

“matt im-“ i was cut off by his palm coming down hard on my ass. i cried out as he yanked me up by my hair, wrapping his hand around my neck.

“what the fuck did you call me slut?”

“daddy! daddy i’m sorry!”

“bad girls don’t get to come on daddy’s cock”

“no-o please i need it” i felt tears running down my cheeks.

“you NEED to learn your fucking place” he slowed down to an agonizing pace before pulling out and flipping me over. i looked through my tears to see his eyes blacked out with lust. he crawled between my legs, grabbed my throat once again and thrust into me so hard i swear i could feel him hit my cervix. he stayed that deep and leaned down close to my face “are you gonna be good for me now?”

“yes daddy i promise i’m sorry”

“its okay baby, i fucked you dumb didn’t i?”

i nodded “don’t let it happen again” he tightened his grip on my neck ever so slightly. “yes daddy”

“want daddy to fuck you baby?”

“please daddy i need you, need you to move”

“love when you use your words princess” he started moving, slowly then speeding up.

“look at that baby” i lifted my head to look down in between us. i could see him bulging in my lower stomach “can you see daddy in your tummy?”

“fuck yes daddy you’re so deep”

he pressed his palm on my lower stomach, feeling himself through my skin.

“feels so good daddy, can i come please, need it”

“go ahead baby, you’ve been so good for me, letting me use you”

his words sent me over the edge, unraveling underneath him. my legs began to shake, i grabbed his arms so hard i would leave marks, my orgasm twice as intense from being denied earlier. matt fucked me through my orgasm but i quickly realized he wasn’t slowing down, his thrusts were still hard and sharp.

“too much daddy! please”

“i know you can take it baby, be good for me” i cried out, the overstimulation bringing tears to my eyes. i tried to withstand it but i simply couldn’t take it. i pushed him by his stomach, trying to get him to slow down at least, but he didn’t like that. he grabbed my wrists, pinning me roughly to the bed.

“you’re gonna cum one more time for daddy”

“no daddy please, can’t take it”

“i thought you wanted to cum honey, don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”

“hnng please”

he continued to fuck into me so hard i was seeing stars.

“gimme one more sweetie, then i’ll fill you up. that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“mm want your cum”

“good girl, come on baby, come for me”

his words coaxed me closer to the edge

“look so pretty for me baby, all mine” he said running his hand up my stomach, the valley of my breasts and up to lightly hold my neck. this sent me, i screamed as white flooded my vision. i completely lost control of my body, my legs shook and my eyes rolled back into my skull. it was the most euphoric state i’ve ever been in.

“holy fucking shit” i could hear matt yell but it sounded muffled, like something was covering my ears. he exploded inside me, sending me further into euphoria. i felt him fill me up and collapse on top of me. i felt so warm and full and happy that i began to slip into unconsciousness. until, matt lifted himself up and pulled out of me, standing at the edge of the bed.

“are you okay my love”

“mhm” i nodded my head as best i could before i felt him lift me up, one arm under my shoulders and the other under my knees. he walked me to his bathroom, setting me down on the toilet before going to fill the bath with water. i went to the bathroom noticing after that matt was standing right in front of me. i looked up at him, he held both his hands out to me, the sweetest smile painting his face. i took his hands, he helped me wobble to the edge of the bath. i moved slowly into the tub as matt guided me down. once i was settled, i brought my knees to my chest and laid my head on them. i noticed matt leave the bathroom which bummed me out but i heard him putting new sheets on, the old ones soaked from my mess. he made his way back into the bathroom with two clean towels in his hands.

“can i join you?” he asks sincerely, silently letting me know i can say no.

“mhm” i pick up my head briefly to nod along with my mumble. he steps into the tub, the front of him facing my back and he sits behind me. i could feel his warm hands start to massage my back and i could’ve died happy. he continued, sweetly rubbing my back, my legs, arms and stomach, whispering praises into my ear.

“you were so good for me baby”

“treat me so well”

“i love you so much princess”

“

i was smiling like an idiot when he leaned over to leave a soft kiss on my cheek, then on my shoulder and the back of my neck. we sat there together for a while longer but i started to get so tired, unable to keep my eyes open.

“can we get out?”

“of course angel” he moves me forward slightly, getting out first and extending his arm for me to grab onto and pull myself up. he bundles me in a towel before wrapping the other around his waist.

matt leads me to the bed, my favorite t shirt, which was actually his, and my comfiest pair of undies. he steals my towel, grabbing my underwear and holding them open for me to step into. i placed my hands on his shoulders, stabilizing myself. i began to giggle, realizing this is how you help toddlers get dressed. then he grabbed my shirt and i lifted my arms as high as i could to make it easier. after my shirt was on he spoke “go lay down baby i’ll be there in a sec” i frowned, needing to be attached to his hip.

“i’m just gonna grab some water, thirty seconds max” he reassured me. i decided to just sit on the bed waiting for him to come back. i began counting the seconds just getting to twenty when he walked back in the room. i smiled at him and he handed me my favorite cup with a little plastic straw. i took a few sips before leaning back to place it on the bedside table. while i was settling under the covers, matt grabbed some clean boxers from his dresser, slipping them on quickly as he came to the bed. he finally laid down with me, he pressed his back to the mattress, allowing me to lay my head on his chest with my arm over his stomach, his arm over my shoulder holding me close.

“i love you so so so much baby” he said, lifting my chin to look at him so he could place the most gentle kiss on my lips.

“i love you too matty” i whispered, burrowing my head into him. he gave me one last kiss on my forehead before we were both engulfed in sleep.

a/n: this was so fucking fun to write, i hope yall enjoyed :3 i have a few more fics in the works, next will be a chris one i promise :)

[chaosduckies]

Silence In The City (2)

Don’t really know how to feel about this one but oh well the brainrot wanted it. This one is a little heartwarming though! (To me). So uhhh just enjoy another part of the kaiju stories :D

CW: Anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

2- Devon

When I woke up this morning there were several people effortlessly getting me to my feet. I groaned, unaware of what was happening. Several people were talking as they shoved my forward but my legs didn’t want to move. They kept yelling commands at me as I groggily rubbed my eyes open. “Wha-” I barely choked the words out before being thrown onto an oddly familiar, hard metal floor. My arms were a little shaky trying to keep my body up. My vision was a little blurry, but as I looked around I could tell I was in an extremely dim room. I took deep breaths to calm down. To stop myself from overthinking. Where was I? I thought I was going home today. What was going on? Were they going to kill me? I bit the bottom of my lip, forcing my head up to take in my surroundings. There were huge metal walls, a mirror high above, something black moving… Wait…

My eyes widened once the black, scaly and spiky looking wall in front of me moved along the metal floor. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This place made everything worse. My eyes felt red and puffy after crying myself to sleep last night, and not to mention how I spend almost every waking moment here anxious and scared. After the experience with Kieran I thought I would be able to go home… apparently not. After all, I was in the same room as him right now. I think. My hands turned into fist as what seemed like their tail lifted up, revealing tired eyes. I jumped, staring. It was Kieran all right. The same purple eyes as yesterday. 

Kieran rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose and moving his tail over me. I placed my hands over my head, a little scared that he was going to crush me. I also had just woken up so my mind was everywhere but thinking about the way he treated me yesterday. Nice and some-what calmly and not the monster that they said he was. After a few seconds, when I realized that I wasn’t dead, I turned my head to see that their tail was surrounding me. Why? He didn’t really seem like he even wanted to be around anyone. Heck, I didn’t even know what time it was. Just early in the morning. 

He stole a glance over at me, holding a silent staring contest. I sucked in a deep breath, rubbing my eyes and yawning. He blinked, doing the same but covering up his mouth. I stared down at the ground. I think I had an idea of why they would cover up their mouth but I wasn’t going to say anything. Even though I was still half asleep I’m sure I would pass out. I’m surprised I haven’t yet. Kieran glared at the mirror, making himself smaller and struggling with how small the room was for him. The horns on his head hitting the roof every now and then. He grumbled everytime, just burying his head into his knees. Was it really that hard just to raise the ceiling a little? It seemed annoying to him. How does he even stand up? I feel like it would cramp up my legs if I was forced to sit down all day. I doubt he could even stretch them out.

I started to lay down before there was a red light blaring above. Kieran turned to me, “You need to get up.” He whispered. His voice still hurt my ears but not nearly as much before. I forced myself back up, even standing on my feet. I was scared of not doing what he tells me to. Especially after thinking of how many times I could’ve died yesterday. Too many. Would today be like yesterday? Why was I here? I yawned again, rubbing my eyes. 

Kieran studied me for a while before looking up at the ceiling, ignoring the flashing red lights. Eventually they went away but I had no idea what they were for. Was something about to happen? It was already hard enough to keep myself from having another anxiety attack. I didn’t have my pills either. I took a few seconds to just focus on something and clear my mind. That usually helps. I hadn’t realized Kieran looking at me confused before I turned back around, a little more calm. I played with my hands before one of the walls started opening, revealing an outside space that was still surrounded by walls that seemed to go on for forever. The sun shone brightly above, even though it was still morning. The place it shone on relished in the light with the many trees and overgrown weeds and bushes. It actually looked kind of beautiful in a way. I guess that answers my question of how he hasn’t just given up on life yet. Though this place kind of looks familiar. I knew this base I was in was by the ocean of course, but where? I shook my head, watching as Kieran crawled onto his hands and knees still somehow managing to bang the back of his head hard against the roof. He winced, groaning out frustration. If I were being honest it was a terrifying sight, chills ran down my spine, but there was no way he’d hurt me, right? 

“Let him die and you’ll regret it.” There was a voice over a speaker that made the spikes on Kierans back flare up. Like he felt threatened. He was right to think that, even her voice made me terrified. Though that wasn’t hard to do. Kieran rolled his eyes, but I could tell that he was fine with letting me come along. He nudged his head outside, as if telling me to follow. I jumped, jogging and slowing down when I ran past one of his hands. This was going to be a lot of work for me. It was too early in the morning to be out exercising. I winced when I rolled my ankle, nearly tripping. I really was a sad excuse for a human. I caught myself, letting out a sigh of relief when I didn’t fall. Kieran tilted his head when I stopped, apparently not seeing how I almost tripped. To be honest I couldn’t be more grateful that he didn’t see. He seemed like the teasing type. Even if he was more alone and annoyed than anything. 

I paused when Kieran started moving, lowering his head and squinting his eyes down at me. He let out a huff from his nose, “This is the last time I’m helping you.” I jumped, shutting my eyes closed and hearing some shuffling before everything seemed to stop. When I looked back, I saw his hand laid flat onto the ground, still huge and looked hard to even climb on to. I looked back up at him, his eyes reading ‘hurry up’. I hesitantly ran over to his hand, struggling to climb on. It was hard and it made me feel uneasy at just how huge he was compared to me. He seemed to grow impatient this way too, but I forced myself up, the muscles in my arms tired. As soon as I was on I rolled onto my back, sighing and looking up, only seeing the ceiling far above me. 

This all felt so strange. This wasn’t my first time in his hand and yet, it felt so different. Instead of trying to keep me in a fist he just kept his palm up, fingers a little curled as if creating a border. My heart was racing. What was I thinking? The one time I’m not thinking and this is what happens. I’m completely at his mercy. He could drop me and not even know. Forget that I’m there. I heard my own heartbeat beat through my ears, my vision growing a little stretched out. I sighed, sitting up and taking long and deep slow breaths. They didn’t give me the chance to grab my pills… or even take them beforehand. I’d have to go through the day without any help.

Kieran tilted his head in confusion, not giving a warning before bringing his hand up, giving a small glance to make sure I was okay before crawling through the door. It was weird. I was high up, but I know he wasn’t standing up. Was it for me? There was no way. He seemed a little annoyed already that he had to help me again after saying he wouldn’t do so anymore yesterday. I still have no idea what that meant.

It would be crazy to say that I wasn’t terrified. Who wouldn’t be in this situation? Going to an unknown abandoned part of a city, only having a half-human half-kaiju looking out for you that had very hard emotions to read. Seriously, I couldn’t tell if he was happy that I was forced to be in here or just annoyed. My fate had seemed to be between his palm or a deadly fall. Not sure which I trusted more. Even though Kieran seemed to prove that he really wasn’t harmful at all. At least to me. 

Kieran brought us both to an empty space that looked like he stayed here often with how everything was moved around for his convenience. We both turned to each other, as if he was trying to figure out what to do with me. My anxiousness couldn’t take it as I gripped the hem of my shirt and fidgeted with my shaky hands. What was he going to be doing with me? I hated how he waited so long before lowering his hand to the ground, slightly tilting it so it was easier to slide down. I stumbled off with a yelp before eating a mouthful of thankfully soft grass that broke my fall. I groaned slightly, hearing Kieran very softly laugh above me before apologizing, “Sorry.” It was unsettling that he could see me. Not even mention hear me. Like I wouldn’t be able to escape even if I could. He’d easily found me. Or… maybe that’s how he noticed me in danger? Besides seeing the Kaiju that was running through the streets, how would he have known I was trapped and needed help? I guess having good sight and hearing was a good thing. The pros outweigh the cons apparently. 

He moved, the ground shaking slightly as he did and laid down in the clearing he had made for himself, a pair of arms being used as a headrest and the other two tucked away underneath his stomach. The sun was barely going to start rising, meaning it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. I rubbed my eyes, yawning before sitting up, cleaning the dirt off of my clothes. What was the purpose of me even being here? Should I ask Kieran? Would he know? He does word things a little weird. Like he’s not going to help me anymore? When would he have to after this? My parents would probably want to move away from the coast like they always have. I think the only reason we stayed was because I absolutely loved the beach. So was it my fault we were in this mess in the first place? I shook my head, trying to take my mind off of it. I can just ask my parents when I get home, right? 

When I looked back up to Kieran, his eyes were closed, his breathing slow. Should I ask  him now? While he’s not in such an anguished mood? Was it a bad idea? Would he do something if I bothered him? Would he try to scare me off again? A million thoughts raced through my head. It was hard to choose between which one, or the many outcomes. He might not even wake up! Should I raise my voice a little? Could I even manage that? It didn’t seem very likely if I were being honest. 

“...Will I be g-g-going back home?” I nearly choked on my words, unhopeful of an answer. I was too quiet. Kieran had to be asleep- his head lifted up almost immediately. I couldn’t tell if he was shocked or just trying to catch my own reaction. He sighed, letting out a huff of air from his nose, ruffling my hair. “No. Probably not.” I didn’t know if it was just me, but I couldn’t help but catch the sad hint in his voice. The words hit me twice as hard then. I… Wouldn’t be going back home? Why? I thought they said I would be! I heard my heartbeat ring through my ears, my breathing seeming to slow down. I couldn’t cry here! It would be pathetic! Were the scientists watching? 

“L-look,” He stuttered, “I didn’t mean to say it so harshly, but they’re probably not going to let you go back after doing what they asked you to. That’s why I tried to scare you off yesterday but… you’re very hard to be annoyed and mad at.” For once, I could read his emotions clearly. He was sad. Worried. Almost like it was directed for me. My lips quivered. So if I had run from him yesterday I would’ve been gone? Back home? Why did I have to be so stubborn? Why did I always make the wrong decision? I wanted so badly to run but I didn’t. I wiped away the incoming tears. He really wasn’t trying to be mean. He was just trying to save me. To send me back home. So why did he react that way? Why was it so hard to get mad at me? It seemed to be the complete opposite with other people. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Maybe he didn’t want to be around me anyways. Was that an unspoken reason? I shouldn’t have even been outside that day. I should’ve just forced my way into the underground bunkers like my parents had done. Kieran shouldn’t have had to save me in the first place. Then I would’ve been fine and probably still living out my depressing life. 

Another huff of air hit me, “I don’t know why you’re apologizing. It was my fault why you’re stuck here anyways,” He winced, propping his head up with one of his hands, “I should be the one sorry, and I am.” This was probably the most he’s ever talked to me. A little loud for my ears even though he was whispering, but there was nothing I could do about that. I stayed silent for a while. What else was there to do? I was here for Kieran! Heck, I didn’t even know why they brought me here. But another question popped into my mind.

“Why d-did you s-save me then?” I fidgeted with my hands. That kept the both of us quiet for a while. Neither of us knew what to say. Like even Kieran didn’t know why he saved me. I mean I’m extremely grateful that he did but if he knew that this would happen then why do it in the first place? 

“You needed help. I saw you. And, well, I didn’t want you to die. So I just helped you out.” Kieran stared, his full attention on the next words that leave my mouth. What was I supposed to say? It was nice of him to help just because I was in danger but why did he emphasize that he didn’t want me to die? Were they telling him otherwise? I wouldn’t be shocked if that were the case. They didn’t seem to have any regard for anyone. What was one death going to do anyways when you could save millions of other people? I guess a lot of people thought the same way. 

“Th-thank you.” I turned and looked away. I already said thank you, but it was all I could think of to say. Kieran rolled his eyes, though I could see the slight smile on his face,“Now it’s my turn,” His voice was a lot softer as he moved closer to me, though I instinctively moved a little bit away. He didn’t show any reaction to it, but I could tell he was going to say something. 

“Why are you still here if you’re scared?” He pointed a finger out into the city, the sun rising above it finally. I flinched ever so slightly, but of course that caught his attention and made him frown just a tiny bit. 

“U-um, it’s uh-” I didn’t actually have a reason for staying. Because I didn’t want to be alone? Because it was the right thing to do? It was a hard question to answer. I knew it was easy to see that I was afraid, but if I were being honest I’d rather take my chances with Kieran than going off somewhere else. Plus, I was still confused why the scientists said something about me dying. What did it mean? Was there something else in here? I was tempted to ask Kieran but it was their turn for questions, and I couldn’t even answer one. 

“I just feel safer here. Even though you’re huge.” I move my hands out apart to explain my point, trying to calm my racing heart. Did I answer it right? Was that what he wanted to hear? Kieran stared with curious eyes, only to let out a playful huff through his nose, full on laughing. I had to cover my ears to make sure my eardrums wouldn’t bust, but I laughed lightly with him too. I admit it was funny, but to Kieran it might be for a different reason. 

“Ah, sorry that was loud,” He apologized, quieting his voice to a whisper that was still a little loud for me, “You feel safer with someone you’re scared of? You’re just strange. But in a good way I guess.” A good way? What did that mean? Was there even a good version of being strange? In my book there wasn’t if people say you’re weird then you’re weird. That’s just how it worked. But I guess in a way Kieran knew things others didn’t. Obviously things I didn’t either. 

Kieran sighed, seemingly focused on something that wasn’t here. I lowered my hands back from my ears and began playing with them. What should I do? I was terrified of going off on my own, but I also didn’t just want to stay there doing nothing. Then again, did I really have a choice? Ever since I’ve been here I haven’t been able to do what I’ve wanted to. I didn’t have time to grab my pills, I haven’t eaten in over a day, pretty much everything hurt, I’ve had several breakdowns and it hasn’t even been a full day here. I’d say things were going pretty bad. 

“You know you don’t have to stay here. Just watch out for the small kaiju. They have them out.” Kieran explained. My eyes widened, my heart slightly beating faster. I could even hear it ring in my ears. Small kaiju? Like the ones that are as big as a large dog? I don’t even think I could handle those if I were being honest. I’ve never had to fight back against any kind of kaiju. Heck, I’m pretty sure I’d just pass out. It would be pathetic to say that to Kieran though. Even though he probably already thinks that about me. No surprise there really. 

I stayed silent, even moving the slightest bit closer to Kieran despite my heart beating rapidly. He stared for a long while before sighing through his nose, ruffling my hair a bit, “Whatever  you want.” He shrugged his shoulders, turning back towards whatever was going on. It was still early in the morning, and honestly I was tired and hungry but my anxiousness kept me distracted. There were kaiju in here that could kill me. Was that why they had said I could die? I thought they had just meant that Kieran would be the one to kill me, but apparently it was the complete opposite. He was the one protecting me. 

I jumped when I heard something distant, like something falling and crashing. The Kaiju? Were they coming here? My heart rang faster through my ears as I turned around. There was nothing there, but there was no that whatever fell did on its own. “U-um, is that them?” I wasn’t sure he heard me, but he just sighed, “Annoying….” My eyes widened? Was I annoying? Should I stop talking? What was he going to do? Was I in trouble? I mean of course I was in trouble but that didn’t help figure out what he was going to do! I knew I was annoying but did it have to be now to say it? Right when I was already anxious? 

Kieran held his head up with one of his hands, the other moving right in front of me, like he was waiting for something. I looked around, seeing that his arm was covering my last escape route. To go along with that, there was a not so small Kaiju rounding the corner. Okay, maybe small for Kieran but for me? It was twice the size of a bear, looked kind of like a really scaly dog. What really caught me off guard was the extremely sharp fangs. I jumped when it growled and charged towards me, baring its sharp teeth at me. My body was too terrified to move, let alone even scream. Kieran let out a huff through his nose and just simply moved his hand towards it, making them whine exactly like a dog would. I caught the smirk on Kieran’s face looking like he was pleased with himself. 

I hadn’t realized that I was breathing fast until I felt the air in my lungs give out on me. I took a few seconds to calm down once again. This was way too hard without taking my pills for the day. Just the constant worry and stress was too much to handle while out here. Didn’t I tell them about it? So why was I forced to be here? Kieran side-eyed me, probably to make sure I was okay. I probably looked like it since he looked away almost immediately, but I most definitely was not. Was I really annoying to him? Or maybe he was talking about the kaiju? He hadn’t even done anything to that one and they ran off. Does he deal with them everyday? If they knew he didn’t like them near then why even go near him? None of it made sense at all, but I couldn’t be more grateful that I wasn’t the one he threatened and instead the one he saved. Multiple times I might add even after he said that he wouldn’t anymore yesterday. 

“They’re annoying, not you. Don’t worry about it.” He explained. How did he know? Every. Single. Time. It’s like he could read how I felt or something. Like an empath. I couldn’t do that and I was freakishly good at reading people. How does he keep doing this? 

“They stay away from you?” I forced myself to stand up on shaky legs, walking over to his hand that had scared the one from earlier. Somehow it was a lot easier to talk to Kieran now. Like I was growing used to it? Should I? If I’m not going home, is that a good thing? I had no idea.I tried my best to ignore the lingering fear of being this close to Kieran, hiding behind his hand while peeking out to look for more of those kaiju. Kieran had waited a long time to answer. Like he was nervous or something. Though I was patient, taking a few shaky steps back when I heard another one. 

“Um, y-yeah,” He paused, his voice sounding a little nervous while moving his hand so I was hiding behind it again, “But you’re here so they kind of just want you.” His voice went back to being deep and short. Why did he sound nervous at first? I didn’t pay too much attention, too focused on the threat that minded its own business. Kieran sighed, “Kind of boring out here isn’t it?” My eyes widened. Was he actually starting a conversation with me? A mixture of emotions hit me. Excitement, a little bit of fear, but that didn’t stop me from replying like normal, “You mean besides the murderous dogs coming after me? Y-yeah I guess it is.” I tried to sound funny, and obviously it worked because we both started laughing, Kieran making sure to laugh quieter for me. 

It made me feel happy for once that I could make someone laugh besides my parents from time to time. I haven’t really felt this way in a while, and it's strange that I’m sharing it with someone who’s only partly human. Kieran stopped laughing and started to hold himself up, placing both arms underneath him. The silence stretched between us before my stomach growled quietly. I tried to muffle the sound so Kieran wouldn’t hear, but it was pretty much useless. He extended a hand out, “Let me guess, they didn’t feed you?” I nervously backed up, clutching my stomach and nodding my head. What did he think of me now? Just a few seconds we were having a little laugh but of course I had to ruin everything. 

“C’mon. They’ll probably give you something.” He waited for me to get onto his hand, a tired look on his face as always but there was something else that I couldn’t read. Why was he so confusing? Or maybe that wasn’t the right word.. Closed off? Maybe that was it. He didn’t make it easy to read any of his emotions at least. 

I walked over to his hand, trying to climb on but failing miserably as usual. It was just hard since I couldn’t get my leg over, but eventually I got the hang of it. I rolled over onto my back, sitting up and catching my breath. I really was small to him. I couldn’t even get onto his hand without trouble. I sighed hopelessly, clutching my stomach in case it decided to make the most embarrassing noise ever again. I just laughed softly in the end though , “What happened to not helping me again?” 

Kieran’s eyes shot open wide like he had forgotten his own promise. He huffed through his nose and rolled his eyes. For a second I thought he was actually mad at me before he laughed along, “I guess I changed my mind.” 

How could these people have treated him so horribly?  ——————

Again, don’t know how to feel about it and I think I mainly wrote this to satisfy my brainrot (I only want more now so that kind of backfired) But these two are definitely my favorite OC’s! Yes I am a still a little sick, but I’m working on editing all of the writing I did and will probably post them throughout the week!

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[sanspuppet]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬- 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

PAIRING: Yunho x afab!reader (switching roles)

RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

GENRE: definitely smut

WARNINGS/ TAGS: shower sex, blow job (giving), unprotected sex

SUMMARY: you planned to wash up, until you wanted Yunho to join you 🫢

DISCLAIMERS: English is not my first language, so excuse any grammar errors or akward wording, this is not meant to represent Yunho in any way.

A/O: I knaur, that's pretty short too :/

NSFW tags under the cut

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You headed towards the bathroom, and brushed your teeth. You scrolled your boyfriend's instagram page, thinking about how much gorgeous and handsome he was in every picture. You stopped at the sight of one of his posts, where you were kissing his cheek in the selfie.

"Ahww such a baby" you giggled.

You felt two long and strong arms wrapping around your waist, while a pair of lips placed on your neck.

"Here's my princess! What are you doin'?" Yunho whispered at your right ear. You chuckled:

"Just looking at the most handsome man alive."

"Mm, and who is it?"

You turned your head, looking at his doll face.

"You." You left a small kiss on his lips, making him melt by your sweetness. He looked shyly at your pajamas, laying on the corner of the sink.

"Are you gonna shower?" he asked you, pointing at them.

"Yeah, wanna join?" You proposed, smirking at his surprised face, hesitant but at the same time, the thought of it made him suddenly horny. He nodded, and kissed again your neck:

"Sure, my love." He smiled at you, trying to avoid the sound of your pretty moans flowing inside his head.

"Well, undress yourself then." you said before taking your clothes off and went into the shower. He joined you shortly after, hugging you from behind. He dragged his hands down on your body, while you were shampooing your hair. You chuckled shyly:

"What are you doing Mister??"

"Absolutely nothing..." he moved his right hand down slowly, reaching your clit. He drew small circles with his hot fingers, while his other arm were palming your hips.

"Mmm Yunho! I just want to shower!" you whined, already knowing how the situation was going to turn in something else.

"M'am, can you help me cleaning my pretty dick?"

"Yunho! You know i can't resist to it."

"You don't have to. Just help me." He replied, taking your head between his hands, dragging you down on his length. Your eyes were staring at his, you sighed, once you were face to face with his cock.

"Pleease?" He asked again, with his puppy eyes, knowing perfectly what they were doing to you.

You nodded and took his dick all down your throat, still choking, like everytime you did, for his incredible length.

"Fuck baby, yeah, gonna return the favor, princess."

He moaned loudly, at the feeling of your mouth taking him in and out of you so freaking well.

"Just let me cum inside of that pretty mouth of yours, before." His left hand keeping your hair back, in a fake ponytail, while the other one was caressing your cheek.

"God, s-so good." Despite his hugeness, you did know how take it, after some strokes, and yeah, you loved it. You were obsessed with his cock deep in your mouth, you loved to lick it and suck on his tip. You loved seeing him struggling beyond your touch.

"Fuck, i-imma cum, please let me to."

"M-hm" you nodded, speeding your pace up, and adding your hands, wrapped around his dick.

"Shit! Yeah- just like this- Fuck y/n!"

You took him out of your mouth as he reached his orgasm, still edging him speedily with your right hand. You let your tongue out, while he was cumming all over it. You chuckled, when his release ended up right in your throat.

"Swallow it, please. Do i taste good?" You did as he said, and nodded:

"So fucking delicious." You giggled at his proud face, he raised your chin up with his index finger, making you stand up. He kissed you, and sucked your lower lip, his tongue taking its way inside your mouth, while his hands were heading down on your hips. He turned you around, your back attached at his stomach, and brought you closer to the shower glass. His fingers wrapped around yours as he tried to take his dick inside of you.

"Ready, princess? Gonna make you feel so fucking good."

"Yes. Yunho. Fill me up, please."

He started immediately to pound you deeply, his pace fast to the right point, he just knew perfectly how to make you see stars, that you couldn't avoid your moans:

"Ah-! Fuck!"

"Do you like that, doll?"

"Mmm yeah!"

"Good, wanna cum over my cock?"

"Yes sir, please don't stop!"

After a few minutes, feeling your walls clenching around his length so desperately, he sped up his pace even more, sliding in and out of your pussy, like it was something he did everyday (in facts, it almost was). Your moans getting louder as you reached your high. His tip touched your g-spot at every thrust, that it became impossible to contain your orgasm.

"So tight, going to fill up your pretty pussy, too."

"Yes! Do it, do it!"

"Surely, my pretty little slut princess." He said, before you felt his release finding its way deeply in your organism. You couldn't think at anything but the pleasure he just made you feel. He moved your hair away from your neck, leaving a small kiss, he turned you so he could see your adorable face, always so adorable when he just fucked you out.

"My princess so good, i love her so much."

"I love you too, Yuyu." you replied wrapping your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, sweetly.

"Now let's shower, for real."

[voids-colourful-creations]

Glass Roses - A Kanna Kizuchi Fic

[Read on Ao3!]

Rated: T Your Turn to Die - Up Until the end of Chapter 2 Words: 2,550 Warnings: Canon Typical Anguish, Death, and Depictions of Torture

Kanna, in the shards of glass that remain after everything falls apart.

This was written for the amazing YTTD Epilogue Zine! Be sure to check out the other amazing artists and writers in this!! This project's a bit old, I wrote this over 2 years ago! But this is still one of my favourite projects to be apart of, it was so much fun!

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Teardrops are sliding down Kanna’s face slowly, taunting her. They taste terrible, salt, sweat, snot and sorrow, but Kanna isn’t sure she’ll be able to breathe right if she closes her mouth.

Kanna sits on the floor, it's hard and cold and she can feel tiny pieces of grit and dirt digging into her skin. They’re tiny needles and barbs, small whispers and reminders. Each tiny pinprick sings to her, “you deserve this.”

Reko’s hand is resting on her back, making light circles. Her hand is wide and warm, the tips of her nails blunt. Not her sister. Kugie’s hand was slim and cool to the touch. Her nails were long, painted in perfectly even strokes.

Kanna’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. She knows the hand attempting to comfort her isn’t Kugie’s. It won’t ever be Kugie’s. Not anymore.

Everytime she thinks about that for a moment too long, her lungs seem to have the air siphoned out of them, until she’s wheezing and choking on her own lack of oxygen.

But on the other hand, Kanna doesn’t need Reko’s hand to pretend that Kugie’s beside her.

The voice is already whispering in her ears; or rather, it hasn’t yet stopped.

Kugie screamed when she was crushed. A loud, raspy scream accompanied by a grotesque splattering, splintering, crushing noise. Within the echoes of that scream, a whispering voice remains, ringing around and around with no end.

Kanna stares at the floor as Reko murmurs, touch still light and gentle.

It only makes things worse.

The floor is so shiny. So pristine and clean. Was this building freshy built to torture them? Or did the kidnappers simply scrub it clean before they had arrived.

It’s so sickeningly shiny. Kanna can see her reflection. Kanna can see Kugie’s reflection.

The more Kanna cries the more her vision blurs, the more her reflection distorts, her features melting away leaving Kugie in her place, sobbing still. Melting, melting, melting, like snowmen (they’d never make one together again), like crayons in heat (they’d never draw together again), like ice cream (they’d never eat together again) that Kanna could still taste. Disgusting, sickly sweet, burning against the back of her throat.

It’s stinging, sickening pain as Kanna shakes.

She can’t tear her eyes away from her own reflection (or is it hers?).

The sallow eye sockets stream with tears, mouth wide open.

Why’d you kill me Kanna. Filthy disgusting Kanna. It should’ve been you, Kanna.

Kanna, Kanna, Kanna.

She hasn’t noticed that Reko’s hand has left her back until it’s coaxing her forward, pulling her gently into an embrace.

“Kanna, Kanna look at me, okay?”

Kanna tears her eyes away from the reflection.

Reko’s eyes are sharp and defined, but her expression is soft and concerned.

“Kanna, can you just take a breath in for me? Just one nice big breath, good, good that’s a good girl. Now breathe out- you got it! You’re doing incredible, Kanna.”

Kanna watches Reko’s face carefully, focuses on matching her breath. She doesn’t look away, tracing her eyes over each smudge of makeup, each hair in her eyelashes, the crisscrossing pattern of her braid.

And if Kanna focuses hard enough, she can almost convince herself that she can’t see Kugie’s crying face reflected in Reko’s eyes.

--

There’s a dull hum in the monitor room, but the sound is starting to get to Kanna. It stings, this buzzing sound that won’t leave. It’s dozens of tiny sparks in her brain.

She keeps staring at the screens unblinkingly. To any observers she appears frozen in place, but her heart is pounding hard and fast.

It’s not here.

Even with no picture on the back of any monitor, Kanna keeps staring at one monitor in particular, hoping that somehow a mistake was made. That somehow, the screen will flicker to life, and her sister will smile back at her, scold her for being so silly.

She stares, unblinking.

She stares.

It stings, but she’s too terrified of missing something in the split second she blinks.

Nothing changes.

It won’t stop being Kanna, staring back at Kanna. Her own eyes, growing shiny the longer she stares into them. If she looks hard enough, within the reflection on the screen, she can see the reflection of the screen in her own eyes, and so on and so forth down a never ending hole. The sort of hole Kanna feels herself on the edge of ever since she got tangled into this mess.

Why? Why not her sister? How come Kanna couldn’t see her again? Now that the possibility had been presented to her, ripping it away was unimaginably cruel.

It’s an ugly and selfish guilt that pricks her stomach. A ball of thorns, woven around and around in ringlets and coils. What made Professor Mishima so much better than her sister? How come Nao got this splinter of relief, while Kanna fell further, further, into a world she knew she’d be alone in?

She doesn’t tear her gaze away from the monitors until they flicker to life, blaring reds and glaring yellows, flashes that light up the dark room. 

Kanna’s eyes burn. 

Taunting, laughing dolls address them with amused expressions. Ranger looks down at Kanna like she is the doll instead, a plaything, something to break if bored.

His skirt (though it’s not his skirt, she can’t call it his when it's what little remains of her sister) sways back and forth as he paces around them in circles, eyes swirling. It’s nauseating. She wants to deny it, but she knows. Can’t deny the familiarity of the tiny tear at hem’s edge, the loose thread that gets longer the more it's pulled at. 

Ranger’s laugh slashes away at Kanna’s heart, and with her vocal cords cut she remains silent. 

--

The cage is transparent, but Kanna can still see hints of her reflection in the glass. The tips of her fingers, pale and clammy, clutch at the edge of a jacket barely visible in the darkness. Her scarf, creased and crumpled, digs into her neck as she strains herself, trying to get a better picture of what’s happening. As all the color continues to drain from her face, her own fearful expression becomes more and more defined. All except the eyes, empty holes into the view beyond. The tiny figures of those strangers, those friends, those people playing unwillingly with each others’ lives. Sara, Reko, Nao, suspended high on a platform, their panic playing out in Kanna’s empty eye sockets.

It’s not the Reko that held her, the one on that platform up there. It’s not the Reko who comforted her, who told her things would be alright when they first entered the game. But it still looks like Reko. It still talks like Reko.

Dolls are, Kanna thinks, confusing. Non-human.

A manifestation of memory, maybe? But then, these weren’t created of their own will, were they? Unnatural beings…

An idle memory floats to Kanna, an inopportune time for it, as always.

She’s still holding onto her sister’s hand, scuffing her feet as she tries to keep up with her pace walking home. Her shoes scrape the curb, brushing against the tiny wildflowers that grow over the edges of the pavement.

Kugie is complaining again. About schoolwork this time.

Kanna listens intently to her sister’s words. Everything her sister says is interesting, and this is no different.

It’s something about a psychology class she’s taking, or philosophy? 

Some theoretical that she has to do a presentation on, and Kugie couldn’t care less.

“How about you explain it to me, then?” Kanna had asked, and Kugie’s expression had softened just a bit, her grip squeezing Kanna’s hand for a split second.

“Basically, it’s this dumb idea some really old guy came up with a really long time ago, or something. This guy claimed that every person’s “being” or sense of self or whatever it was, was like… made entirely out of their memories? I think…”

Kanna nodded, that made sense.

“But then it gets complicated because then like… if you lose your memories, are you not the same person? What if you misremember things, or lose your memories and get them back? See, it’s silly.”

“It sounds… scary.” Kanna decided on.

“Then that leads to this other idea,” Kugie continued, “that moment to moment, each version of you is a different person from the second before.”

“Then, Kanna would be talking to a new sister now, wouldn’t she?”

Kugie smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, exactly. Hello, newest Kanna.”

Their footsteps filled the silence for a moment. 

“And… What happened to the other Kanna?”

Kugie hesitated.

“I guess… she died.”

Now, Kugie’s words echo in Kanna’s mind, a loop that won’t end. She tries and tries, but her sister’s voice is ever present, never ending.

It’s terrifying. The thoughts that keep swirling, the idea that Kanna let go of. Regardless of her wishes, The Reko That Never Sang a Requiem was created of Reko’s memories. If she has Reko’s memories, is the Reflection That Isn’t Reko as real as the first Reko?

Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the distance, the fear, but Kanna’s stomach squirms when she looks at The Reko That Doesn’t Breathe. It’s Not Kanna’s Reko. There’s nothing about The Reko That Is Pleading For Its Life that’s wrong , per se, no single trait Kanna can point to and say, “there! That’s not the Real Reko!” Then again, maybe it would be better to say there was nothing more wrong with this than to be expected. Because everything about this is wrong, nothing about this is right, Kanna is scared and tired and she wants to go home with her sister and sleep.

When Kanna squints, she can see it. Not physically, not in a way she can describe, but she can feel the difference. That’s not Kanna’s Reko.

The scary part, Kanna knows, though she tries not to think about it, is the lingering feeling that it could’ve been.

Kanna can picture it even, this Reko, though slightly more brash, being Her Reko. This Memory of a Reko. A living ghost for a woman who hadn’t died. Not yet anyway, but from the way Ranger was laughing, Kanna couldn’t be sure how long that would be.

This Reko, The Reko That’s Not Quite Right, is nothing like Ranger, or Safalin, or Miley. Nothing like the Reception Doll. 

She’s Reko, but she’s not.

If this Reko, the Reko that’s crying, make-up staining artificial cheeks, had been the one Kanna had met before, would they still feel the same way?

She doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter. 

Reko tumbles back with Sara’s shove, and Kanna squeezes her eyes shut. 

--

Kanna’s fingers tremble as she holds the phone she’s finally retrieved in her hands. Clumsy Kanna, stupid Kanna, how could she have lost it.

Kanna shakes her head, not that it quiets the voices. 

Taking a deep breath, she begins to type her apology. 

It’s her turn now. She knows it’s her turn now. She’s made this choice, she’s earned this fate, she’s prepared for what it means. She thinks. She hopes.

The tips of Kanna’s nails clack against the phone screen as she types out her message. They didn’t used to. While Kanna was trapped here, they must have grown. The thought unsettles her more than she was expecting it to. Letter by letter, slowly and carefully, she types. She’s not quite hesitant, not quite unrestrained. 

Kanna will be the big sister. She’ll protect her big sister, her Sara, that’s what matters. She can make up for her mistakes, she can atone for her sins. Kanna can do it. Even if her fingers tremble. 

The screen is dark, though Kanna can still make out each letter she types. Her own face reflects back at her, tinted red by the phone’s screen. 

She doesn’t look like herself, really. Or perhaps, she doesn’t look like Kanna? Does Kanna not look like her? The longer she stares at the screen, the more she wonders if Kugie would recognize her. Does she even recognize herself? Though, perhaps recognition is not the top concern. Kanna wonders, more idly than she should, if the Kanna from last year would resent the Kanna who stares back at her now. She wonders if she ought to care either way.

This can be her apology. To her sisters, the both of them, to herself.

When the message is complete, Kanna’s fingers slowly slide off the phone's screen. They’re sweaty, she’s shaking harder than she realized.

But she can’t stop yet. She’s got to atone. 

And she will.

--

Sara’s sobbing when she votes, and Kanna watches her shake. Kanna smiles, softly. She had done it, hadn’t she? Finally, she’d done something right. Just like her big sister, what a good girl, Kanna. Wasn’t that just how things went for a Kizuchi sister? To die to protect her sister? It hurts Sara now, Kanna can see, but she’ll move past it, Sara’s excellent at moving forward. Much better than Kanna in every way. And with Sou, the group will be even stronger. Much stronger than they would’ve been with silly little Kanna.

Yes, this is much better for everyone. 

So Kanna doesn’t see herself when she looks at Sara’s sobbing face. Not in the slightest. 

--

The moment Kanna feels the stabbing, pricking pain, she closes her eyes. She can feel the seeds spreading, flowing through her veins. It’s an awful, horrible feeling, and she screams out despite herself. She wants to slash her skin open with her own hands, rip herself to pieces. At least that would be less painful. She’d prefer the running, dripping agony, than the buzzing, stinging growth that swirls inside her. 

Her eyes stay firmly shut though she wails, mouth wide open.

There’s a saying about memories playing back as someone verges on death, Kanna can’t be certain if it's true or not. But she sees it, playing on the back of her eyelids. The Kanna of yesterday. The Kanna that will never exist. The current, tangled, Kanna, wilting and blooming in unison. They’re smiling, all of them. It’s comforting.

At the very least, it’s Kanna. Her selfish scrap of comfort is that it’s her name she can hear them yelling. I don’t blame you, she wants to say, thank you, she wants to cry, but the vines have replaced her vocal cords.

Kanna’s not sure if it's a mercy or a cruelty that her brain appears to be untouched by the flowers. Her mind whispers out its last message, it repeats and repeats in her brain, the same words rewind and reply, echoing over and over. A reflection, a shadow, a regret. Kanna’s final lament.

Sister… 

Are you... watching?

Are you... proud?

...Kanna

Is just like you... now.

...Kanna did it.

The screaming stops.

I... protected someone with my own death.

...Kanna ...died knowing her sibling would be safe.

Just  

Like  

You.

...Right?

Two girls walk home, holding ice cream in either hand.

Sister?

Kanna made sure sister’s gift wasn’t wasted. But Kanna’s a big sister too now. Kanna’s learned to share. So if it’s me… then it’s fine.

It hurts, sister.

A flower blooms. 

I’m coming to see you again, sister.

…

I hope Kanna hasn’t left you waiting too long.

[Ending.]

[atinystaypixie]

Your Struggle, His Pleasure

For my mootie @emeraldbabygirl ! I hope you like it 😚💜

18+ MDNI!, Mandy Sekiguchi - Exile Tribe

Mandy loved seeing you struggle. He would make sure to place your favorite snacks on the top shelf, close any lid too tights, and of course his favorite, you struggling to stuff your soaking cunt. His little baby being too impatient for him to get home always made him laugh. You know you can’t satisfy yourself like he can, so why are you even trying? Your small fingers pushing in and out of your needy hole is the visual he is met with when he comes to your shared bedroom. Your body being swallowed by one of his oversized shirts and you cry out for him unaware of his presence yet.

“Babe, you know that’s not going to work.” His voice sounds through the room making your pussy drip just from hearing it. You’re too horny to think straight, just sitting up and rubbing your clit while looking him in the eyes. “I know,” you whine to the tall man, “just need you so bad, Daddy.” He loves seeing you desperate for him, almost as much as he likes watching you struggle.

“Show me how bad you need me.” He’s wearing a slight smirk making your body heat up even more. You’ve been here before and he wants you to take it before he gives it. Moving to get off the bed you start walking towards him while removing the shirt you are wearing. Mandy adores every inch of your body, the thought of you alone makes his cock jump. When you reach him, he wraps a firm hand around your throat, “going be good for me?” He asks, making you get shy from being close to him. His frame looming over you as you nod your head. He reaches and hits your ass, “words, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He lets your throat go with a hum of approval and gives you room to start. You start unbuttoning his shirt letting your eyes trail his pretty skin as it is being revealed. When you reach the last button, you start kissing at his chest and push the material off his broad shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Focusing the kisses to his neck, you palm him through his pants for a moment before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off. The man left only in his boxers as you started trailing kissing down his body. You drop to your knees, face level with his covered cock. Mandy groans when you kiss him over the thin material. The kisses were wet, mixing with the precum leaking for his tip.

You hook your fingers over his boxer and pull them down making his heavy cock slap against his stomach. Taking him in your hand, you pump him a few times, fingers not even meeting as you work him. He grabs the base of his cock and tells you to open for him. Sticking your tongue out, he slowly guides himself into your wet mouth. He can’t resist feeding his dick to you, watching as you struggle to make room for his girth. After he lets go and tells you to get to work, you start bobbing your head back and forth. No matter how many times you take him, there will always be a slight struggle.

Mandy’s a big boy, so naturally he has the package to match. His frame, his hands, his feet, and especially his cock. He knows this and can’t help but to enjoy himself when he outsizes you. You go to wrap your hand around the parts of his cock that you can’t reach  before he stops you. “No hands, baby. Take me all in.” He knew you needed them to help you, but he wants you to work for it. As you continue to push him in and out of your mouth, tears form in your eyes. His tip bruises the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Good girl, so pretty for me.” He moans, feeling you choke around him everytime you push him deeper. Rubbing his thumb over your falling tears, he starts moving his hips back and forth in coordination with you. He throws his head back in pleasure feeling his balls tighten.

Before he can cum, he pulls you off of him. “I’m cumming in you.” He picks you up and guides you both to the bed with him sitting at the headboard and you on his lap.”Come on. Stuff yourself like you were trying to do earlier.” You whine from him bringing up how desperate you were to feel full. You reach around you and line his member up with your opening, gasping feeling him going inside of you. The stretch so nice you claw at his shoulders as you reach the base. He suddenly gives a harsh thrust from under you, “ride me, baby.” He’s barely giving you time to adjust, loving the fluttering feeling of your walls around him. “Don’t make me do it myself.” This causes you to start moving. Despite him being soft around everyone else, and always to you, the man is torture in the bedroom. Bright, doe eyes turning dark and voice dropping an octave.

He takes your hands and holds them behind your back, pulling you closer so the only thing you have to rely on are your thighs. He wasn’t going to make this easy for you, not when you were touching the pussy that belonged to him when he wasn’t around. Mandy wasn’t the type to tell you never to touch yourself, he knew he could show you better than he could tell you. Anytime he caught you rubbing at your throbbing clit he would fuck you till you could only remember his name. You were ruined for anyone else, even yourself. Nothing compared to the stretch he gave you nor how deep he reached inside of you.

“Mannie, I can’t.” You complain to the man when your thighs start to burn. The mix of pleasure  and continuously sliding up and down his shaft were making you tap out. Mandy didn’t mind, it was his turn to have fun. “That’s okay, doll,” the way he soothed a hand down your spine and the faux sympathy in his voice let you know it was not fine.

He carried you off the bed and to the wall. Your eyes widening when you realize you should have worked through the small burn in your thighs. “Wait, no. Mannie-”

“It’s fine, doll.” Your back hit the wall with a thud making you gasp while at the same time he started pushing into you. “My baby. Look at you,” he cooed, “letting me fold and fuck you like a little slut. Tight cunt can barely fit me.” He chuckles at you crying over him abusing your g-spot. Your legs on his shoulders as he’s delivering rough strokes to your slick walls. The sound of your wet cunt and skin meeting fills the room as you moan for him. “That’s it let me hear you, baby. You wanted to be stuffed by this big cock, now you can’t even talk. Fuck,” he moans when he feels you squeeze tighter around him. “That’s what you wanted? Need this little pussy filled by me?” You nod your head, mouth agape as your moans continue to flow out. Mandy can’t help but love the fact he can manhandle you so easily. Carrying you around and fucking you however he pleases. He leans in to kiss you, tongue swiping into your open mouth, teeth scraping your bottom lip, lips pressing heavy kisses to yours.

He turns to take you to the bed, bouncing you on his hard cock as he walks back with you. He pulls out and positions you with your ass up and face in the sheets. He lands a heavy smack on one side of your ass and reaches to cup your pussy. The man could never get enough of how his hand covered the entirety of your soppy cunt. “So pretty for me, baby.” He says as he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit before you feel him lift your hips to make room for head underneath you. “Come on pretty girl. Fuck my face like you were fucking your hand earlier.” You feel your clit bump his nose as he pulls you to sit on his face. Large hands are groping at the flesh of your ass as he gives a couple rough licks to the mess between your legs. 

Placing your hands to ground yourself, you drag your cunt against his awaiting tongue. An airy moan releasing from you as his nose is stimulating your clit while his tongue is licking at every drop leaking from you. Your hands lock into his hair as you use his face like a bitch in heat. Your moans ringing throughout the room and the sounds of him slurping at your folds has your core tightening. A familiar sensation that Mandy always gives you. “I’m going to -” before you can finish your juices are releasing. The man catches every drop of it working you through your high.

You try to move off him until you feel him latch onto your clit. “Mannie, no! Please,” he just groans into your folds making you feel the vibrations from it. The more you try to wiggle away, the more you can feel his tongue fucking into you. The feeling causes you to cum into his mouth again. He isn’t satisfied till he pulls three more out of you, slipping from under your spent body and positioning his leaking cock at your opening. Mannie loves how his frame covers yours when he leans over you, the way his heavy cock compares to your small hole, the way his hands look when they are grabbing your ass to spread you open. He loves being bigger than you. He also loves how you whine for him when you realize he is pushing into you. You orgasms numbing your brain so much that you didn’t notice how he was still hard and how he hadn’t cum.

It’s too late to protest, your spongy walls are already being invaded by his veiny member. He coos at you when you start squirming, “you can take me. You always do so good for me.” The strokes are slow, making you feel every inch of him. The only thing holding you up is the muscular arm wrapped around your waist and the hand around your throat. Said hand turning your head to the plump lips ready to kiss you. Mandy knows how to drive you crazy when he’s fucking you. Giving you multiple orgasms, overloading your brain, then turning you to complete mush by making love to you. He moves his arm on your stomach slightly so now it’s his hand resting there. The pressure he applies has you grabbing at his hand, “feel me, baby. I’m right there.” He was so deep in you, almost making you wonder if it was possible.

A squeeze is given to your throat as he picks up his pace just slightly. It’s a pace that has you gasping and your breath getting stuck in your throat. Your vision blurring and eyes closing from the overwhelming feeling of Mandy. He smiles seeing your eyes flash white before he releases giving you room to breathe again. “Come on. Give me one more.” He speaks to you when he feels your walls start to flutter around him again. “Going to cum so deep in you, baby. Shit, love this little cunt so much,” he’s grunting as he pushes harder into you. “Love you so much.” He bites at the junction of your neck when he feels you releasing on him, triggering his own release. Thrusting his hips, working you both through your highs.

He lays you both on your sides, slipping out of you easily. You turn to face him, a smile on your face, “I love you too, Mannie.” You both share a loving kiss until you feel him anchor your leg on top of his. Reaching a hand to your well loved cunt, he rubs down your slit before pushing his fingers in. You grab at his arm, attempting to stop him. 

“You love me, baby? Then keep my cum in like a good girl.” Mandie loves making you struggle.

✨

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

I didn't even know what was going to happen pt.2💀

These men aren't talked about enough!!

ENJOY!

[9firefly9]

can you write kaz x jesper if kaz gets a sensory overload and jesper finds him and helps him?

<33

We’re not alone

So I’ve never experienced a sensory overload and I’ve never seen someone experiencing one, so I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing throughout this entire fanfiction lol. So I apologize if this is very wrong. I did really like trying to write the fanfiction though! So thank you for sending it to me 😊! I know you asked for Kaz x Jesper but this fic kinda went off and did it’s own thing without my permission, so it’s not as ‘lovey-dovey’ between the two of them as I was planning to do, so sorry about that 😅. I hope you enjoy it anyways!

How did I get here? How could this happen to me? I think bitterly, as I stare at where my skin was touched.

I could feel my laboured breaths becoming faster and faster as I began to panic. People were everywhere. Somehow I had found myself in the middle of a crowd when only a few moments ago there was almost no one around me.

I could feel their shoulders bumping mine. Skin touching my skin.

It felt like their hands were rapping around me. Choking me.

It felt like my entire body was screaming at me to get out. It was too much. Everything is too much!

Their laughs are like needles jabbing into my brain.

I needed to get out of here!

I remember running to the nearest place I could get to that would provide me with privacy. That just so happened to be the bathrooms inside The Crow Club.

The lights inside seem so bright. Realistically I knew that all the lights were turned off and that the only light was a gentle glow from the stained window, but it felt like it was mocking me as I pressed my hands over my eyes to block the light.

I pressed my body against the cold walls of the bathroom and sighed as the cold helped slow my racing heart a bit.

As I let out a shaky breath, I drag my body down the wall and curl into myself as tightly as I can. Begging myself to calm down.

Why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I be like everyone else?

Why can’t I touch my friends? Why can’t I touch Inej? Why am I so weak compared to everyone else!

I can feel my eyes burn with tears as my thoughts begin to spiral.

“Kaz?” Called a voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I can feel panic clawing at my chest. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

No. No. No! Nobody can see me like this! Please, please, just go away!

“Kaz, are you okay?” A concerned voice spoke from the doorway of the bathroom, and I realized the voice belonged to Jesper.

I opened my mouth to tell him to go away but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make any words come out.

I can feel sweat coating my forehead as I realize there was no way to get out of this. No way to make Jesper go away. No way to pretend I’m fine when I’m not.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jesper asked reaching out for me.

“NO!” I scream and scramble backwards feeling my head thump against the bathroom wall, not caring as pain seeps into the back of my head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me…” I repeat over and over again, unable to stop.

I briefly see the hurt look on Jesper’s face and instantly feel guilty but I can’t stop.

He knows not to touch me. But I still see the look of hurt on his face everytime I avoid his touch.

I press my head to my knees as I bring my knees even closer to my chest.

I hear Jesper sigh and hear ruffling from beside me.

When I look up I see Jesper sat beside me, with his head resting against the wall and his eyes closed.

I feel myself begin to smile as I realize he’s not going to push me to talk or ask questions. He just wants to keep me company.

I look over at the window and immediately regret it. The light feels like it’s burning into my eyes. I quickly bury my head in my knees as my head begins to ache. From the light or from me smacking my head against the wall earlier, I’m not sure.

As I feel myself begin to panic again I hear soft taps against the floor, accompanied by soft humming.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I turn my head to the side and see it’s Jesper. His voice is actually quite nice.

It’s comforting.

I let out a sigh of relief when I realize some of my panic has gone away. When I see the distance between us and realize that no one is touching me.

We sit there not talking, not looking at each other. We just sit there in the comfort that we’re not alone.

[moonyssmommyy]

~James Potter's Kinks and Turn Ons~

Pairing ~ James Potter × fem!reader

Warnings ~ nsfw content (which is pretty obvious by the title but if you need to hear it, this contains naughty content), Dom!reader, sub!James, mentions of Remus × reader, mentions of Sirius × reader, kinky shenanigans (knife play, somnophilia, masochism, pegging, and choking to name a few), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it!), and my own personal opinion!!!

Altocalciphilia - High Heels

• James thinks you look so sexy and powerful when you wear high heels. I can see him getting more, and more aroused as the sound of your heels clicking gets closer and closer

Corsetry - Corset Kink

• James is a simple man, he sees tits and he's excited, but corsets just do it in a way he'll never be able to get over. Your tits just look so pretty pushed right up in his face like that. They're so much bigger than they usually are. James doesn't really care how big they are though. All tits are good tits, especially yours. He'd also wear one if you wanted him to

Sitophilia - Food Play

• James thinks it's so fun. Putting whipped cream on your body, James could lick it all off so fast, one big swipe, but teasing you with the tip of his tongue is just so much more fun. You licking chocolate sauce off his chest has him shuddering and holding his breath. He'd also like to arrange little candies all over your body and slowly eat them off. Prepare to be still for quite some time while he's laying them out though, James is a literal man child so of course he has to make a pretty design with them before he eats them

Knife Play

• James thoroughly appreciates the beauty of a sharp knife in your hands when he's on his back laying completely still with you on top of him. Everytime the knife drags down his body his abdomen clenches hard with arousal. The shallow little cuts in his skin, little wounds he'll appreciate every day til they heal and fade. It's something so special to him, the way you could hurt him so badly, so easily, but choose not to. He likes the marks in his skin, the way you claim him.

Plushophilia - Performing sexual acts with a stuffed animal

• It's not in the extreme way as one might think, James doesn't cut holes in stuffed animals to fuck them. He just likes to rub himself on your stuffed animals to get off. They're so soft, and they smell like you too. It's almost like he's just learning how to get himself off. The way he's so frantic with it, his eyes screwed tightly shut and his shirt stuffed in his mouth in an attempt to quiet his loud moans. His hips move frantically, pushing his cock against the soft fur of whatever stuffed animal you've been spending the most time with until it's fur is matted together with his cum. James always feels really bad afterwards though. He got something so dear to you, so dirty all because he was selfish and couldn't wait until you got back home. So James washes the stuffed animal and puts it back in its place before leaving to get you a new one. Stuffed animals are one of James' go-to-gifts so it doesn't matter if you had a whole collection of them when you got together, or if you had the same one from your childhood, or even if you had none at all. You have a collection now, whether or not you did before.

Stigmatophilia - Tattoos and Piercings

• Not so much tattoos as piercings, tattoos are pretty, James thinks. They just don't get him all twisted up like piercings do. James regularly fantasizes about you with nipple piercings and a tongue piercing. He also thinks nose piercings are really hot for absolutely no reason at all.

Stockings

• He really doesn't know what about them gets him so hot and bothered. All he knows is that they're so hot and he's definitely bothered. He feels almost like they're teasing him in a way

Underwear

• Do I really need to explain? He can just picture you all dressed up in the pretty panties he not so secretly took from you as he jerks his cock. Two pairs are required to complete his ritual. One, to hold over his face and cover him so completely with you and your scent, and another to wrap around his cock and pump his solid shaft. Few things get him to cum as fast as this

Uniforms

• Neat and ruly, that's what uniforms are supposed to be, at least in James' opinion. Something about messing that tidiness up is so good to James. A gratification he simply can not pass up. That's why sex in an empty classroom or closet is frequent between the two of you. Not to mention the easy access your school uniform provides, all James has to do is press you up into a wall, flip your skirt up, and move your underwear aside.

Partialism - A sexual preference for a certain part of the body

• BOOBS! And thighs, James loooves thighs

Olfactophilia - Scent Kink

• Ties into the underwear thing, the smell of your cunt is something that makes him horny immediately. Sometimes just the smell of your perfume is enough to get him going

Somnophilia - engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

• This goes both ways! I'm a firm believer in sleep whore Jamie and so at first it was purely accidental. Harmless grinding and little whimpers in his sleep as he had a particularly good dream. You were ok with that, infact you liked it. Sometimes you'd help him, slotting one of your legs between his thighs to give him something to grind on properly. You'd hold him tight with arousal burning in your belly waiting for him to wake up. James woke up once, during the middle of one of his little dreams. You hadn't woken up yet, and James knew it was ok for him to do it while he was asleep but he didn't know if it was ok to do it while you were asleep. Still, he couldn't stop himself. Something about the fact that maybe it wasn't ok only added to his pleasure. If it wasn't would you be mad at him? Would you spank him? God, he hoped you would. Or maybe, you wouldn't be mad at all, maybe you'd like it. That thought is what caused James to finish. Needless to say, James has a new found love for grinding himself into you while you're asleep. He'd also really love to actually fuck you if you'd let him, but he doesn't think you're quite there yet. You could fuck him though, James has already given you his explicit, enthusiastic consent. He's yours, completely, and he wants you to know that. He wants you to know that he trusts you enough to have him in a way he deems vulnerable while in an even more vulnerable state.

Intoxication - A preference for taking drugs or drinking alcohol before hand

• I also don't have a particular explanation for this one other than he just likes it. He thinks it's fun. When you're both tipsy and want each other so bad you're scrambling to take one another's clothes off. He'd also like to experiment with Viagra, whether you're both taking or just one of you

Masochism - Pain Kink

• I don't think there's any instance in which James would hurt you, and if he did I definitely don't think he'd like it. So sorry if that's your thing but I just don't think that's James'. I do, however, think that James would love the deliverance of pain brought about by your soft, loving hands. Even if they are spanking his ass until it's red and raw, especially if they're spanking his ass red and raw. He appreciates the gentle way you care for him afterwards just as much if not more than when you're inflicting pain. It's something so special, so sacred, shared only between the two of you. When you rub your hands gently over his sore ass, and kiss his back, and then his shoulder. When you hold him in your lap and kiss his head, and wipe his tears. Despite the height difference James has never felt smaller than in these moments.

Odaxelagnia - Biting

• James likes to bite. James also really likes being bitten. I'm not sure how else to explain it other than this. It ties into another of his kinks tho.

Puppy Play

• James Potter really is such a good boy. If you can get past the arrogant asshole layer. He's already quite like a puppy already. James is like a golden retriever with his need to please. He also gets quite sad without frequent socialization and proper attention. You just need to get a little golden tail and a little pair of golden ears for your golden boy. With or without the tail and ears he's still a puppy. He enjoys being pampered and taken care of. Having your nails scratching at his scalp as he eats you out. Petting his head as you ride him, bouncing on his cock. James' favorite part is the praise though. The soft little sound somewhat between a moan and whimper when you call him a good boy tells you all you need to know about that. His face flushes red from his neck to his ears because he can't help it. It's embarrassing the way the sound escapes before he even has a chance to stop it. While James is absolutely perfect his behavior isn't always. He's used to getting what he wants so sometimes he can be a bit bratty. He'll bury his face in your cunt and make you cum so hard, so fast to try to make up for the fact that he didn't listen. He'll ambush you in the shower, or when you're changing. When you're naked, and vulnerable and not expecting it at all he'll whimper and whine until you bend over and let him mate you. This goes both ways though and you're not sure what's worse, when James wants to fuck you right there, right now, or when James wants to be fucked right there, right now. Either way he's your poor little horny pup and you'd definitely be lying if you said you didn't thoroughly enjoy when he fucked you or when you fucked him. You just wished he'd be a little more patient sometimes, but that's okay. Puppies can be trained

Vampire - The sexual fascination or fetishization of vampires

• I'm also not sure how to explain this one 😭 I just think he'd be really into it

Pegging

• I mean, I could explain but do I really need to??? James gets pegged on the reg and that's LAW

Rimming

• James would absolutely lose his mind if you laid him down and licked him out the way he did you. I think @morwap is so right about James being super sensitive...everywhere. So I think he'd really enjoy it. James would also return the favor if it pleased you but I don't think it's something he's particularly into on his own

Barebacking - Preference for sex without a condom

• I just think that he'd prefer to have sex without a condom. Wearing one kind of suppresses some of the feeling, and James just doesn't like the way they feel. Without one everything is so much more intense. I also think he'd have a preference for cumming inside of you which he obviously cannot do if he's wearing a condom

Clothed Sex

• Ties into the uniform thing, and the corset thing, and the stocking thing. He thinks it's super hot that you both want each other so bad you can't even wait to take your clothes off. He's also like to fuck you while you're still nice and pretty in your lingerie

Spanking

• James absolutely lives for the warm sting of your hand coming into into contact with his ass repeatedly. Could honestly cum from just that alone and he has before. So if you're thinking of using that as a way to punish him it's much more a funishment. On the flip side he also likes spanking you. Watching your ass jiggle underneath his palms makes him so excited

Internal Cumshots

• Cumming inside of you is hands down James' favorite place to finish. Sure he likes giving you a facial, or coating your tits with his release as much as the next guy, but cumming inside you is definitely sexist to James. It's just as emotionally satisfying for him as it is physically. It makes him feel more bonded to you, closer, in a way. He definitely fetishizes it more than he should. In a way it's also like coming home (no pun intended). Your cunt is so warm around him, so inviting with your legs wrapped around him nice and tight. It's sort of comforting to him in a way I guess. He feels safe and protected. He also feels like he's marking you as his and he really likes that.

Interfemoral Sex - Thigh Fucking

• Thrusting his cock between your legs and fucking your thighs is a huge turn on for James. They're so soft, and so warm, and seeing his cum all over you when he's done drives him crazy

Pictophilia - Watching Porn

• James likes watching porn. Lots of guys do and he happens to be one of them. He's not ashamed about it or anything (he thinks everyone watches porn tbh). James does have a tendency to find porn stars that resemble you in a remarkably uncanny way though. He would also really, really like to watch porn with you

Sensory Deprivation

• James thinks of it as a more extreme version of sensation play. He enjoys the heightened experience that comes along with being blindfolded or blindfolding you. It surprised you how even when you're the one blindfolded you're still in control, it also surprised you just how much you liked it. It really makes you focus on how good James is making you feel. You're more keen to the heady scent that is James looming over you. To the taste of him in your mouth, and the sound of him whimpering and moaning into your neck as he thrusts inside you. James really gets off on that, knowing your focus is entirely on him and him alone. Blindfolding James is a little...difficult. He likes it, he really does but it also frustrates him greatly. James likes to be able to look at you whilst you two are doing intimate things. He likes to see you, likes to see your reactions so he knows he's doing good, not just that you're telling him he is, and it sort of upsets him when he can't. So as much as James enjoys the heightened sensation of being blindfolded he doesn't so much enjoy the blindfolding part. Because of that it's usually done more as a punishment. James cums really fast whenever he's blindfolded. It's not his fault really all he can think about is you and your hands all over him

Choking

• James likes the feeling of your warm hands wrapped around his throat. He often gets too excited and forgets to breathe when he cums so a little bit of help from you in restricting his breathing while he cums feels great

Edging

• As much as James may not like your refusal to let him cum in the moment, he obeys. He knows the reward will be well worth the wait if he does

Katoptronophilia - sexual arousal from doing a sexual activity in front of a mirror

• James really likes fucking you in front of mirrors. He can see all of you that way and that really turns him on. James also really likes when you fuck him in front of mirrors. The focused expression on your face as you work to make him cum has him moaning like a whore underneath you

Voyeurism

• James likes to watch, James really likes to watch. James likes to watch you touch yourself, James likes to watch you work so tentatively to make Remus cum. Remus didn't know James was there until afterwards which only made James fist his cock harder, moving his hand up and down faster and faster. When Remus saw James he looked almost guilty, y'all were together, he knew that, James was ok with it. Remus knew that as well, so James had no idea why Remus looked so guilty. James should be the one feeling guilty. One of James' favorite things is to watch Sirius fuck you. Unlike Remus, Sirius always knows James is there. Sometimes Sirius will talk to James, tell him how good you feel in between moans, give him something to think about as well as watch. James feels so dirty when he's watching but that only makes him hornier. Sex always happens after, it doesn't matter if Remus was just with you, or if it was Sirius, or even if you were just touching yourself for James' own perverted pleasure. He can't help it he has to fuck you. He's always so frantic afterwards, moving his hips into yours so fast you can't even think straight. His lips move against yours so messy, his tongue invading your mouth, and for once instead of you leading the kiss you just lay back and enjoy his lust.

Vicarphilia - sexual arousal from hearing about other people’s sex lives

• I don't really know how to explain this one. I just think he'd get really, super turned on hearing about other people's sexual experiences. It probably started out with Sirius telling James about his numerous encounters with numerous school girls

[garoujo]

Hii! I cant stop thinking about it so I thought I'd share it with you and others.

I really can't stop thinking about Hanma having a massive spit kink and spitting in my mouth 🥺😣 ugh 💘 He makes my knees weak..

・✶ ｡ﾟhanma has a meeting soon, but you know that he’s never been able to say no to you.

♱ warnings — f!reader, spit kink, a lil choking, exhibitionism ( office sex ).

♱ note — nonnieeeee ! omfg . yes hanma & spit kink makes so much sense in my mind ! i’m going literally insane >_<

the way hanma is snapping his hips into yours is dizzying, fucking you hard against the desk in his office as his large body curls over yours.

his pace is furious, it feels like it knocks the air from your lungs and steals every thought from your pretty little head that isn’t him or his cock, kissing you with an intensity that makes the room feel like it spins when he licks into your mouth to groan.

“fuck sake, doll. couldn’t wait for me to get home.. that it?” you can barely reply against the rough rhythm he’s set, every wet connection of his hips with yours making you jolt into the hard wood of his desk before you feel his fingers trace their way between your breasts to wrap around your throat — squeezing when you don’t answer him as fast as he’d like.

“i asked a question, babydoll.” hanma was intoxicating like this, hair tousled and mused from your hands as he looks over you, his normally pristine suit rustled as his pants lay unzipped, cock slipped out in favour of sinking into you so he can see you so fucking dumb and pretty for him — just how he likes you.

“just, shuji.. i needed you.” your voice is whispery, wound tight with need and choked when his palm presses hard into the middle of your throat — just enough to make your mind fog with the lack of oxygen and the control he oozes when his fingers twitch in your skin.

you wheeze, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as hanma grinds into your pussy, rutting you into his desk like a wild fucking animal before his blown amber gaze is looking over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, amused smirk.

you feel him place a short, sweet kiss against your pouty lips, contrasting to the roughness of everything else before his grip around your throat eases and he gives you a moment to breathe. “eyes on me.” his command is powerful, but he’s deliberately grazing his cock along the swollen spots inside of you that make your eyes roll back, almost flutter closed before he’s tightening his fingers in your skin again.

“what did i just say, baby?” dizzying, hanma shuji was dizzying when he sinks his cock into your stretched cunt — making you adhere to his commands when he’s got you spread out around him, and he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for him.

“s-sorry, ‘ts too good.” you gasp as his cock stirs its way up inside of you, smearing slick along the expensive fabric of his pants everytime he presses his hips deep into yours and he grunts, loud and so fucking shameless when he feels you squeeze around him.

“yeah? then open your fuckin’ mouth, babydoll.” you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open and you catch the small glint of black kanji, sin through your clouded vision as hanma smirks when you listen so well for him.

your lips part, tongue swiping along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his own, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

but then his fingers are quickly replaced by his lips when he leans down to kiss you breathless, pushing his tongue against your own as his hips continue their rough pace.

“that’s it, my needy girl.. told you i’ve got a meeting. so i better feel this pussy cum for me before i’m late.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[nikkisheep]

The heart wants what the heart wants

Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Eventual Steve Harrington x fem. reader

Warnings: ANGST, Steve is clueless, reader ignores Steve, angry reader, weight lost, one sided love

Might make part two

Summary: You have seen girls come and go over the years and have been in love with Steve for ten years. When you think it is finally your turn, Nancy Wheeler comes in. Will Steve realize before it is too late?

To say you are in love with someone is hard. When that someone is Steve Harrington, your best friend, it's harder than normal. Steve was sweet, caring, funny, charming, everything you look for in a guy. Girls have come and go over the years and none stick. I have been in love with Steve Harrington for ten fucking years. I have been his best friend for ten years and I have spent every day in love with him. I mean, how could you not? Somewhere in me, I thought that it was finally my chance to tell him I love him. Never in my life have I ever been more wrong.

"Hey Steve," Nancy Wheeler waved.

I looked at Steve by my locker. I never had a problem with Steve but since when did she like Steve.

"Hey, Nancy, what's up?"

"Hi Nancy," I say.

"Oh hi, Y/n."

"Steve, I wondering if you wanted to sit by me in class?" She asks.

"Of course," Steve grins.

Nancy walks away and Steve stares at her.

"I thought we were sitting together?" I asked.

"Things changed. Come on, Y/n, you know how much I like her."

There it was. There was the air way closer. The words to make me feel like I was choking on air. I felt my heart clench at his words. Tears welled up in my eyes. Of course he like perfect Nancy.

"Fine, sit by her. I don't care, Steve." I turned away and walked to class without him for the first time in ten years.

Steve walked into class late but I didn't care. He was just going to ask for my answers on the homework anyways. I looked at Steve and Nancy sitting very close together. I watch Nancy laugh at something Steve said and place her hand on his shoulder. I turn back to my work and my hair falls in my face when I look down. Tears stream down my face and have to put a hand to my mouth to keep my sobs silent. Class is over and the teacher asks me to stay behind.

"Miss Y/l/n, why were you so quiet today? You normally are the first to speak."

"Maybe I didn't want to speak today. Am I allowed to do things I don't normally do? I mean, come on, I didn't feel like speaking today." I cry.

"Miss Y/l/n, I am aware you are very upset right now but please do not speak to me that way. Now do you want to tell me what is going on or do you want to leave?"

"I'm sorry. I have class to get to," I sigh.

I walk out and I see Steve talking to Nancy at her locker. It kills me to see him smiling at her like that. Getting everything I need from the locker, ignoring Steve, I go about my day. My stomach churned everytime I looked at the pair of them. My heart ached and my eyes hurt from crying. I mentally cheer when the bell rings for school to be over. I run out of the building, still holding my books, and make my way out into the parking lot. Steve had drove me to school so I had to wait for him to hurry up.

Steve walks out with Nancy hanging onto his arm and my world crashes. They walk up to me.

"Hey, Nancy is going to join us." Steve says before letting her into the passenger side of the car, in my seat, my spot.

"Actually, I want to walk today. Get some fresh air," I lie.

"Oh, okay sure." Steve says before getting into the car.

I turn on my heels and walk away. Walking home took longer than what I thought it would. Opening the front door, I drag myself through the empty house. My parents are always gone, something Steve and I had in common. Around six thirty, I order pizza for dinner. When I open the door, Steve is standing there.

"What are you here for?" I groan.

"I wanted to know if you made it home," Steve snapped back.

"Well, I'm here." I throw my arms in the air. They return to my sides.

"What is your problem? You didn't call me."

"Maybe I didn't want to," I yelled.

"Seriously, what is your problem?" Steve asked again.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," Steve scoffed.

"Steve, what do you want?"

"Well I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out." Steve said with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine."

Oh how I regret my choice. Not even a hour into hanging out, Steve started talking about Nancy. Nancy this, Nancy that. I listened to him explain how she asked him out and how much he likes Nancy, how much maybe she might be the one. I listened to him talk about how he can't wait for Friday for their date.

"Wait, Friday is our movie night, Steve." I say.

"I am asking to miss this one," Steve said.

"Fine, whatever."

"Thank you," Steve kisses my cheek.

My house phone goes off and Steve answers. It's Nancy. I could hear her voice. She wants Steve to come over. Not even ten minutes later, Steve is gone. My house feels lonely again. I throw the pizza into the fridge and went to bed.

Friday comes faster than expected. I still get dressed up and grab my ticket. I am going to that movie. I have been waiting for months for it to come out. Arriving at the movie theater, I walk to the showing room after getting popcorn. The movie was great but I wished Steve was there with me. I cried at the thought of him leaving me all the time for Nancy but tonight was about me. Or it was until when I walked out of the movie room. I forgot my purse so I walked back into the room and there I see Steve and Nancy getting out of some seats. They were laughing and holding hands. I turn around and walk out as fast as possible once I had my purse. I hoped that they did not see me.

"Y/n?" Steve asked.

"Steve!" I cheer.

"Wha-what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the movie. I didn't know this was the exact same movie you were going to watch with her." I snap.

"Oh hi, Y/n." Nancy says happily before telling Steve that she was going to the bathroom.

"Why did you take her to this movie?" I yell.

"She wanted to see the movie," Steve said.

"Yeah, well I wanted to yet too but you ditched me."

"I told you I had a date."

"Yeah, a date to the same movie that I was going to watch with you."

"Y/n-"

"No, don't come back over. Also, Friday night movies are over." I walk away.

Tears streams down my face again, ruining my makeup. I drive home and lock the door. That night, I fell asleep on the couch. Everyday since Nancy and Steve started dating, passed slowly in a haze. I felt numb when I was with him. I tried to stay away from him but Steve never took the hint. Steve was with Nancy and he loved her. I knew this because I ran into them when he told her.

I lost weight, a lot. I barely ate. My parents got worried and came home. They kept me from school so I could get better. Some days, Steve would come over and my dad tells him to leave, that I didn't want him there. Other days, he didn't come by. Soon, he stopped coming over at all. I looked at the pictures of us and I could not stop crying. The man I loved for ten years loved someone else and I will never get him back.

Going back to school was a good thing for me. It got me back into the swing of things. Steve didn't talk to me and Nancy had all of his attention. I tried to not cry everytime he kissed her or whispered how much he loved her. I soon stopped crying, instead a dull ache settled in. Steve stopped being that nice guy, I knew he was. He stopped caring about me, stopped talking to me. So much as changed since Steve started dating Nancy.

A guy from class asked me out yesterday so I said yes. I needed to get over Steve and the guy was very nice to me. I got ready and met him at a diner. I was smiling the entire night. Steve was no where on my mind. Everything was great, I was having fun, laughing until Steve and Nancy walked in, hands linked. Everything became blurry. I could feel my heart beating faster. They didn't notice me and my date. I turned to my date, a guy named James. I smiled at him and laughed at somthing he had said. Steve and Nancy sat two tables away from us.

I paid them no mind. I was having fun and I was going to continue to. I start talking more with James and had a really great time. He walked me to my door and kissed my hand. I blushed at him and went inside. Not long later, a thud of knocking came from the door.

"Open up," Steve said.

I open the door. My smile turns into a frown.

"What do you want?"

"You don't talk to me for weeks and now I see you with some guy?" Steve asks. It had started raining and he was getting soaked. Good.

"Steve, what does it matter to you?"

"Are you replacing me?" Steve asked.

"Steve, I can't believe you right now."

"Answer me!"

"Let me ask you this, Steve. Do you love me?"

"Of course."

"I mean are you in love with me."

"I-I-I"

"See, Steve, the heart wants what the heart wants and you are what I want but I can't have. Now, get off my porch and go to your girlfriend." I say before closing the door.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

They're idiots, your honor

In cosmic sort of way, Lester and you were meant for each other.

@brandnewhuman

Out of all three of the Sinclair brothers, it was shocking how much Lester and you didn't get along.

Bo attempted to be courteous. After all, you've seen the dark side of Ambrose and still choose to stay. You could tell that he didn't quite trust you. But despite that, he treated you moderately decently.

Vincent and you had a symbiotic relationship. You thrived on his quiet nature and he used your loud and boisterous attitude. You'd help him clean up after his... sculpting?

( You honestly tried not to think about what was under the wax)

And in return, Vincent helped you with your chores. Together, Vincent and you were more like siblings than Bo and you.

Definitely, more that Lester and you.

You tried to be civil with him and when that didn't work, you tried to ignore his snarky quips. But one person could only take so much, and soon you were throwing insults back.

But you never really meant them.

If you were totally honest, you kind of had a crush on him.

Maybe a little bit more than a crush.

You weren't in love with him, but everytime you saw him there was a unmistakable pang of something in your heart. Something that you guess a normal person would consider love.

But how could you possibly love someone who treated you like that?

Sitting down on the couch, Jonesy jumping up and settling down next to you, a sigh left your lips.

There was always a limit to the malice. A line both of you refused to cross. You thought you'd be the first to break, the struggle of not letting Lester know how much you loved cared for him finally getting to you.

But he fucked up.

He brought up a "no-no" subject as you do childishly called it.

(Maybe he was right?)

Your 'friends' abandonment. The fact that they judge left you there to die, only for you to be the last one standing.

"Ever think there's a reason they left ya?"

"Maybe they couldn't stand your naggin' anymore? "

"Or maybe they didn't want to be 'round a little crybaby? "

You whimpered, placing your hands over your ears. Like that was going to keep his voice away. No, you refused to cry. He wasn't going to be right.

But the tears came anyway. He was right. You were a childish crybaby, giving everyone else around you a headache with your tears and whining .

Jonsey huffed next to you, but your eyes where too screwed shut to see that man walking in. Lester felt horrible. He knew that he had messed up.

He was being the child here. Pulling the hypothetical pigtails of the girl on the playground. Calling them names and hiding their books. All because he had a crush.

He was a dick. A toxic asshole that treated someone who he cared about like garbage.

His heart broke hearing the whimper escape from your mouth. Slowly, Lester walked up to you, kneeling down "Y/n? Aww, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn-"

"You were right. I'm nothing but a big, blubbering-"

"No! You ain't like that!"

"No, you were right. There's a reason why my friends tried to leave me to die."

"They didn't deserve you. "

You looked up at him through teary eyes. Lester gave you a smile "I had never been so happy to see someone die."

You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him "P-Please, people don't say things they don't mean. "

Lester grabbed your hands, pulling them off your ears 'No, no. Baby. I was wrong."

Your tears stopped, eyebrows knitting together "Did you just call me...baby?"

Lester eyes widened, his voice stuttering "I...uh- Maybe? "

You giggled, pulling your hands away from his. You wiped away the tear tracks off your cheek "You called me baby~"

It was Lester's turn to blush, nervously scratching the back of his head "Don't make a big deal outta it. Just slipped out. "

"Do you... have feelings for me? "

If he had been taking a drink, Lester was sure he would have spit it out. Maybe ever choked a little. At this point, that seemed less embarrassing. He nervously picked invisible threads of his thread bare flannel "Ya make it sound so... just like whatever. "

"Whatever? "

"Whatever..."

A moment of quietness passed between, the only sound was Jonsey snores. You finally broke the silence "Hey Lester, I think we've been idiots."

"Idiots? "

You smiled at the man "Yeah, absolutely fucking idiots. I think everyone knew but us."

Lester smiled back, his fingers brushing against your cheek "Oh, yeah. Everyone knew, baby. "

Lester leaned foreword, placing his lips on your forehead. You smiled at him, pushing yourself up. You gently placed your lips against his, just the lightest of touch. Lester knew this was heaven.

The giggle you let out out after the kiss was finished made his heart skip a beat. He knew for sure at that moment what he always suspected.

You were his soulmate.

[pocoyo-yo]

[Vanilla Wafers- Draken x F!Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Draken have been hooking for a while now and Y/N has a big secret that is about to be unveiled.

Warnings: smut, F/M, daddy kink, lots of degradation, some praise, cheating, cum play? (I guess, bro I don't really know), dirty talk, this is post timeskip, slight overstimulation, pet names, humiliation, vaginal intercourse, public sex, did I say degradation?, unprotected sex (or just imagine Y/N has birthcontrol idgaf) !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

-Part Two-

It had been so long that you had forgot how this even started.

But you knew you didn't want it to end.

Your eyes rolled back in your eyes as large hands dug into your plush ass. You uncovered your mouth and choked on tears as your knees gave out.

"Draken! D-Draken it's too much!"

His entire office was filled with the sound of you desperately trying to hide your moans, Draken shamelessly groaning as he took you from behind, and his abdomen slapping against your ass with each of his thrusts.

"Fuck- don't act like you can't take it, how many times have I fucked you on this desk?" He taunted but the only reply that left your lips was a high pitch squeal. Draken's thrusts grew faster and his cock brushed against your cervix everytime he moved, "Everyone knows why you come here- it's not that hard to figure out if you leave with messy hair, hickey's, and your legs wobble everytime you try to take a step."

You whimpered, your jaw went slack as a series of moans left your lips. "Fuck- oh fuck s'good!" You cried out and Draken chuckled, his thumb stroked the curve of your ass.

"Yo Draken," There was a knock at his office door, "the new tools arrived."

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you clawed at Draken's desk, you wanted to stop moaning but you couldn't, you felt too good- way too good to not make any noise.

"Yeah- fuck- can you sort them out for me?" Draken questioned like he wasn't literally taking you from behind at that very moment.

"Yeah, got it."

Just like that the conversation was over and you felt nothing but embarrassed. You knew he could hear you from the other side of that door. Draken was right at the fact you had become his well known hookup.

"Do you know who that was, baby?" He asked and you nodded slowly. "Mhm it- it was Inui!" You whined and he chuckled. "Yeah it was, yet you kept moaning like a whore and I know you're not a whore, you're not a slut either so do you just lack the dignity?" Draken grunted and you sniffled while tears clung onto your bottom lashes, "I dunno..."

"You don't know? So what," Draken pulled out and flipped you on your back. You stared up at him with teary eyes and he placed his thumb under your bottom lip. "Can you not think? Do you not have a brain up there," Your lip trembled as Draken dragged his fingers down you neck and over your breasts, giving them a squeeze. "I doubt that since you came to me in lingerie that was my favorite color and these pretty thigh highs so you had to have put some thought into that." Draken concluded and you gasped as he pushed his cock back inside you with one swift movement.

"Tell me sweetheart, what's got you acting like a whore?"

You let out a loud moan as Draken pushed your legs back against your chest and rolled his hips against you slowly. "Hold your legs." He said and you took over the job of keeping your legs spread. You two had fucked like this before but you always found it embarrassing, you were so spread open for him- he could see everything clearly. Draken placed a hand on your pelvis and rubbed your clit with his thumb, you threw your head back and gasped.

Draken muttered, "Come on, tell me baby."

"...I-It's you- I'm only a whore for you Ken- only you!" You confessed and his stared down at you with a grin, his cock felt like it got even more hard inside of you.

"Me? So you're saying it's my fault?" He scoffed as he leaned down. Your faces were only inches apart. You shook your head and tried to explain but Draken began to thrust into you quickly. You bit down on your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut while Draken's pelvis slapped against your skin.

"But why'd you come to me hm? I'm well aware that you have a boyfriend,"

Draken whispered as he leaned into your ear.

"Is Mikey not enough for you?"

Your eyes shot open and you looked at Draken with a nervous expression but all he did was kiss your temple. "Y-You knew..." You mumbled. Draken pulled away just a bit and chuckled. "You're the head of Botens girl how could I not? So be a bit grateful," Draken gripped your hips. "Cause if we get found out by Boten do you know whose in for it?" He asked.

You began, "You-" Draken shushed you.

"That's not my name, princess." Draken hummed.

Draken pulled his finger away and you stared up at him nervously. You murmured, "...Daddy'll be in for it."

"Oh? Well damn," Draken grinned. "I wasn't going for that but shit I'll take it."

You pressed your lips against Draken's and let go of your legs. (but it didn't really matter because Draken was pressed so close against you) You ran your fingers through his long black hair as his cock slid in and out of you at a rapid speed. Your slick covered your thighs and with each thrust it dampened Draken's pants. You moaned into the kiss, letting Draken's tongue explore every inch of your mouth. Your clit throbbed due to his cock dragging against it every time he moved.

"So you're Daddy's little whore huh? I bet you like getting tossed around between two men like this," You dug your nails into Draken's back as his cock continuously brushed against your sweetspot. "Don't you, princess?"

Tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "I-It's not like that- ohhhh fuck," You tugged on his silky locks. "I'm close! M-M'close Daddy!" You cried out as your pussy tightened around Draken's cock. Your stomach twisted and turned in the most uncomfortable way and you dug your nails into Draken's scalp as your toes curled.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?"

You nodded eagerly.

"Uh huh go and come on Daddy's cock, princess." Draken groaned and right as his cock slammed into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in your head and a loud moan left your lips as your came all around Draken's cock. You hid your face in the crook of Draken's neck while you pressed your nails further into his skin.

"That's it," Draken chuckled. "I knew you had a brain up there."

Broken sobs left your lips as Draken continued to fuck you through your high. Your pussy was absolutely sensitive and your legs wouldn't stop shaking. "How about you taste Daddy's cum this time," You then felt Draken slowly pull out of your cunt and you watched with confusion as he sat up straight. "So when you go back to Mikey and be all lovey dovey- kissing him and shit...he'll know Boten's little princess was fucking another man." Draken teased.

Your legs fell limp on the desk, they were spread wide with your swollen pussy on display and Draken held the base of his twitching cock. "Stick out your tongue f'Daddy." He ordered and you didn't hesitate to do so.

He grunted as he began to stroke his cock right in front of your face. You pressed your sore thighs together as the already red tip was growing even redder. Draken groaned, "Fuck princess..."

You watched as Draken cheeks flushed pink while he furrowed his brows before you squeezed your eyes shut. His cum then shot on your tongue and some your face. You opened one eyes since the other had cum dripping over your eyelid.

"Such a pretty sight...swallow,"

Draken whispered and you closer your mouth and swallowed his cum the best you could. It was warm and slightly salty, honestly you hated every second of swallowing it.

"Show me."

You stuck out your tongue once again and earned a smile from Draken. "That's a good girl," He gathered some tissues and cleaned your face off gently. "you're such a spoiled little princess." He hummed and you felt your face grow warm with nervousness.

Draken threw away the tissues and fixed himself up before gathering your lingerie set and and the short dress you had wore when you came to the shop earlier. He helped clean you up a bit more and honestly you started to feel that maybe he was spoiling you for you only being a hookup.

You slid on your lace panties and clipped on the top of your lingerie. You braced yourself as you stood up from Draken's desk and a wince immediately left your lips. "Hey, take it easy." Draken warned you and you shook your head, "I...I have to go Ken."

Draken sighed as you fumbled with your dress and forced you to look up at him. "...Don't take what I said seriously, there's nothing you have to worry about." He explained and you stared off to the side. "Why didn't you tell me you knew I was dating Mikey?" You questioned and Draken was quiet for a moment, "I wanted to see if you would ever tell me buuut I got lost in the heat of moment so I guess now you know that I know."

Draken stroked your cheek with his thumb and kissed you deeply, "Be safe, princess."

You nodded shyly as you slid on your flats while Draken ushered to the door of his office, still shirtless. You caught a glimpse of his back and damn did you fuck it up. He looked like a tiger, each scratch was red and puffy and had you check under your nails to see if you didn't take any of his skin with you.

You could barely walk straight and Draken rolled his eyes as he opened his office door.

You stepped out before quickly turning around, "Ken, I-" Just like earlier he shushed you but this time you frowned.

"Don't say shit you might regret...hey do ya know what you remind me of Y/N,"

You shook your head with a scoff, "What?"

"Vanilla Wafers." Draken said.

You raised a brow.

"Everyone wants a piece of you and even though you know it's wrong you let 'em have it. 'Cause in your own way you're just too sweet for your own good."

-[I REALLY THOUGHT I ATE WITH THAT TITLE DROP 😭💀 ...this is definitely getting a part two btw]-