#I gave him earrings because I wanted to fuck you

[nativegirltapes]

one of your favorite things about being with drew was that you got him in a way no one else did. to the outside world; your friends, his friends, his fans, he was the sweetest guy ever. and yeah that was true, but they didn’t see how nasty he really could be.

warnings: oral (m receiving), first time writing this i think so bare with me. i wasn’t sure how to end it because i feel like it was unrealistic to make him cum so quick idk ? lol

they didn’t get to see that little smirk and nod of approval drew would give you just before you’d unbuckle his jeans as he laid back on the couch.

“miss me that much?” drew giggled as he watched your pretty manicured nails tamper with his belt. the pretty manicured nails he paid for. it been a week since you and drew had seen each other, and now that you two were alone you didn’t want to keep your hands off him.

“yeah did you even miss me?” you shot back, pulling drew’s jeans down to his knees. “didn’t exactly see you in any rush to come eat me out.”

“you’re next baby, don’t worry.” drew brought one of his hands to your head, petting your soft hair, even tucking a few strands behind your ear.

you palmed at drew’s hard cock through his underwear, his eyes flickering back and forth from your face to the growing bulge in bottoms. you looked so pretty, and so cock hungry. “just gonna look at it or what?” drew teased.

“don’t get sassy.” you wrapped your hand around his still cloth covered dick, slowly rubbing up and down. you didn’t realize how much you missed the way drew got all tense and eager. it was fucking hot.

you gave his clothed dick a few more strokes before freeing it from his boxers, his dick immediately sprung up and hit his toned stomach. his length never failed to amaze you. you giggled to yourself before placing your pretty hands along his shaft, drew twitched at your sudden movements. “fuck baby,” he chuckled.

you gave his tip a few kisses before sucking on it, wet noises filled the room. god, you looked perfect. groans fell from drew’s mouth as you shoved his whole cock down your pretty little throat. drew swore he could’ve came right then and there, but he had to hold out. it’d been awhile since you gave drew head, you weren’t a fan of it, but tonight drew looked so good you simply couldn’t help yourself. “fuck,” he mumbled.

drew held a handful of your hair as your head bobbed up and down in his lap, the tears falling down your cheeks had his mind going crazy, and your face was covered in a familiar wet gloss. “so fucking good baby,”

[satorella]

“𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥” [𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍]

You caught 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫’𝐬 attention at a soccer conference in Japan about a year ago, where you were hired to take pictures for the sports magazine you worked for. At first, it was just him being his usual arrogant and cocky self when he randomly gave you VIP tickets just because.

“Oh… uh… d-danke, Herr Kaiser…” [Thank you, Mr. Kaiser] You gave him a polite smile. He tilted his head, “Ah, you speak German?” “Just a little… enough for a tourist to get by.” You answered. He nodded and smirked, “Cheer for me, ja?” [Yes?] He pointed at the tickets in your hand as he turned to walk away. “Ja…” You gave an awkward little wave.

Neither of you had any idea where this would eventually lead though…

A couple days later, you woke up with your head throbbing, and Kaiser sleeping soundly next to you... naked under the sheets. You looked around, realizing you were in his hotel room, and both of your clothes were thrown carelessly all over the place; on the sofa, on the counter, the floor, your panties were even hanging on the damn lamp. Then it all started to come back to you. What was supposed to just be a few innocent glasses of champagne at the afterparty of his game, turned into a bit more… obviously. Once you came to, you slowly slipped out of his bed, searched for your clothes, and quietly left his room.

Fuuuuuck, did you really have a one night stand with Michael Kaiser?!?!

After a couple hours, you opened your suite door to...

"Guten Tag, Schöne." [Good day, beautiful.] Shit. "Herr Kaiser... hi... h-how'd you, um, know which room I was in?" You asked, looking both ways down the hallway. "I asked your little freund." [Friend.] He waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway you left your, ah, kamera in my room. I figured you might want it back for work." He hands you your camera. "Oh! Danke!" You take the device. He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I looked through some of the photos. I hope you don't mind." He finally says before leaning down to your ear, “I enjoyed seeing the ones from last night as well.” He whispers, making a shiver run down your spine. Pictures? From last night? The hell is this guy talking about? Confusion and curiosity etched on your face, you turned your camera on and clicked through the recent photos...

You, your colleagues, Kaiser and his team taking shots.

You and Kaiser pouring each other shots.

You sitting on Kaiser's lap.

You, and what looks like, grinding on Kaiser.

You, completely blissed out, taking a selfie with Kaiser kissing your neck.

You taking a picture with Kaiser in the elevator door's reflection; he stood behind you with his hands on your hips... while he was busy with your neck.

Kaiser leading you into his hotel room.

You, in Kaiser’s POV… sitting naked on the counter, eyes low and head thrown back as you laughed. (You honestly looked great in this pic… if it weren’t for you being naked😵‍💫)

Kaiser... taking body shots off you...

A mirror selfie with Kaiser positioned behind you... holding one of your legs up on the vanity... while he-

ALRIGHT, you got the point! You quickly shut off the camera and looked at anywhere else but him. He smirked, seeing how shy you suddenly got. "I-I'll, uh, delete these… don't worry..." You cleared your throat. "Just because you get rid of the evidence of our fuck-fest, doesn't mean I'll let you forget it." He shamelessly looks you up and down, "Are you free to do it again tonight?" You scoffed. The nerve of this guy!? "I-I'm not some bootycall, you perv! Du bist so ein perverser!" [You are such a pervert!] You whisper-yelled. He laughed at your attempt to insult him in his own language. "Really? But from what I can remember, all you could say was 'Micha! So gut! Bitte! Bitte mehr!' hm?" [So good! Please! Please more!] All the color drained from your face. “Okay. Guten Tag, und Auf Wiedersehen.” [Good day, and goodbye.] You tried to close the door in his face, but he stopped it with one hand, “Nein. Wait.” [No. Wait.]

…And that’s how your love story all began. Annoying way to meet the love of your life, right? Agh! Aber du hast trotzdem gelernt, ihn zu lieben. 💆‍♀️ [Agh! But you still learned to love him.]

Ever since that day, he subconsciously started talking to you more and seeing you more at soccer conferences; country to country. You were the only foreigner that could actually understand him and have a decent conversation with him in his native tongue. (Not to mention, you kept each other company at night.) At games, he would casually search the crowd for your familiar pretty face, knowing you’d be there; rocking his jersey, waving and screaming his name. You showed up for him at every game, wherever it was. Even though he was still kind of an ass, your constant presence started to make him feel… something. Something he’s always wanted, but would never allow.

Kaiser wasn’t one to catch feelings. He’d usually cut out anything that would distract him from his goals. Nor does he really have that many friends due to his arrogant and rude personality. Sure, he has his team, but ehh. Then there was the thing going on with you. He actually didn’t mind having you around. You weren’t clingy and annoying like most women were. And he enjoyed the sex, of course. But after a while, he started to notice that things between you started to become something a little more than just sex. Even just talking to you became part of his daily routine. You guys met up to have breakfast/lunch/dinner together if you were in the same city, and FaceTimed if you weren’t. There were times where he just craved to hear your sweet voice after a gruesome day of practice. Craved to hear your stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, but it was really your laugh that he wanted to hear when he was having some depressing late night thoughts. God only knows why you still stick around. He’s insufferable half of the time, but here you were… choosing to deal with his bullshit.

All of it.

With time, you started to become the support system, the companionship, the patience, and the love he’s always wanted, needed, but was too prideful and damaged to ever ask for. You understood him. You were always there for him. And for once in his lonely life, he didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Currently, you and Kaiser were in his hotel room, massaging his scalp as he laid his head in your lap. You came to surprise him at one of his home games in his home country, Germany, after telling him just a few days ago that you wouldn’t be able to make it.

“I could have flown you out here, meine Schönheit. Tsk.” [My beauty.] He lightly scolds you. “But that would’ve ruined the surprise, ja?” You smiled. “Tsk.” He grabbed your wrist and moved your hand to his neck, “Here. Massage me here.” He demanded. “So sassy, mein Schatz.” [My darling.] You chuckled, but did as he said, massaging over his blue rose tattoo. He closed his eyes. “Your touch, it’s relaxing, meine Liebe.” [My love.] He said, which was a little unusual. He was being sweet and focusing on you, rather than bragging about how his team wouldn’t have won without him; which was what he usually did after a win. You leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead as a reply. You weren’t sure how to respond to that… without saying the wrong thing and risking ruining his good mood. He opened his eyes, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked up at you. He pulled your head back down, capturing your lips in a kiss. After a moment, he pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Ich liebe dich, Engel.” [I love you, Angel.] He said quietly, which was another rare occasion with Kaiser where he actually used his words to express his feelings. “And I love you.” You smiled, hovering your lips over his, “Are you okay?” “Ah, meine Liebe. I’m alright, just… tired from playing.” He said as he reached up to move a few strands of your hair behind your ear. His bright blue eyes were scanning your face, watching every expression and detail. “I’m glad you’re here...” He ran his thumb over your cheek, “I can always count on you.” He sat up and pulled you on top of him, his hands moving to rest on your hips as you straddled him.

“Michael!” You gasped as you felt his semi-hard poking the inside of your thigh. “I thought you said you were tired?” “I said tired from playing, mein Liebling. Not in other activities.” You playfully rolled your eyes. Ah, now you understand why he’s being so lovey dovey… he’s horny! He chuckled in his rough German accent as his hands began to roam your body. “I missed you these last few weeks.” “Ja, I can see that… or I mean, feel it.” You snickered. “Ah, mein Engel. Du bist so wunderschön.” [My Angel. You are so beautiful.] He praised you as he gave your jawline soft kisses. He grunted a little when he felt your lower half grind against him, causing him to squeeze the plush fat of your ass under your denim skirt. He wanted to be gentle, but that’s proving to be quite difficult for him right now. He needed you. “Mein Engel, bitte. Lass mich dich lieben.” [My Angel, please. Let me love you.] He pleaded quietly as his hands continued to roam your body, slowly lifting his jersey off of you. “Ich will dich.” [I want you.] You let the jersey fall to the ground, tilting your head to the side as he kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you throb at your core.

Kaiser turned, laying you down on the sofa and positioning himself in between your legs. “Ich liebe dich.” [I love you.] He murmured as his lips began to trail down your neck, down your chest. He took one breast in his mouth, and sucked on your hardened nub. You let out a whimper, arching into him, practically smooshing your chest in his face. His tattooed hand journeyed down your body. “So Schön.” [So beautiful.] He hissed, pushing your legs open wider for him to have more room. He wasted no time in bunching your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side, dragging a finger up your slit, collecting your slick. His finger began tracing circles around your entrance before slowly pushing it inside you. “Ah, du bist so feucht für mich…” [You are so wet for me…] “Hnngh!” You moaned, nails digging into the sofa. “Komm für mich. Be the good girl I know you are.” [Come for me.] He murmured against your skin, lightly nipping you in random places. He inserted another finger in you, pumping at a slow, but good, pace and curling them both slightly to rub that sweet spot that always had you seeing stars. “M-Micha!” You whined, writhing beneath him. “Let yourself go on my fingers…” He said, his voice low and raspy. And like the good girl you were for him, you did as he said. As always. You shut your eyes as you came on his long, thick fingers; panting and moaning his name. He grabbed your chin during the middle of it with his free hand and forced you to face him. “Look at me.” He demands. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to stop them from rolling back from pure ecstasy. “That’s it. There’s my girl.” He lets you ride out your high, before slowly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean.

He reached between you to pull the knot on his robe loose, and lets it fall on the floor next to the jersey, then positions himself at your entrance. “Ich brauche dich...” [I need you...] He whispers as he pushes into you, letting out a deep groan and grunting. “Gott, du bist so eng.” [God, you’re so tight.] You let out a louder moan at the stretch, your nails digging even more into the sofa. He slowly slid out almost all the way before thrusting back in deeper. Harder.

“So gut...” [So good...]

Fuck, maybe you two should spend time apart more often.

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[cameronwillow]

The first time you call Rafe Cameron daddy-concept.

CW: daddy kink, finger sucking, spanking, unprotected sex, degrading, praise mostly,

You didn’t mean to but pulling in your worst enemy Rafe Cameron for a kiss was the best way to end an argument. He melted into it, his warm lips fusing to yours in a heated manner and he tilt his head down. You set your hands on his shoulders and he swept his arms around your waist.

He nipped your lower lip and that slight tinge of pain snapped you to reality. You pulled away but Rafe’s big hands set on your hips, moving you on your back. The bed was plush as he looked down at you with a lustful gaze, his blue eyes blackened from the pupils.

Your shirt had shifted, exposing your stomach and he toyed his fingers against the button of your pants.

“Now, I bet your pussy is wet because you kissed me like you’ve wanted this for a while.” You were breathing heavily as Rafe pulled them off, looking at your soaked panties that you tried to conceal by covering yourself. But he moved your hands away, pinning them to your sides.

“No, no, this little attitude needs to be fucked out of you. Girls who act all tough need to learn a lesson,” Rafe brought his hand down and spanked your pussy three times. Making you yelp and he smirked at you.

“Yeah? Well, you don’t get to keep these. They’re a trophy of mine now. Proof that you don’t hate me as much as you act.” Rafe yanked your underwear off, tossing them on the floor and groaned at the sight.

Your cunt was dripping as he held your knees apart, inhaling deeply. Rafe took off his own pants, belt discarded and you didn’t have time to admire his dick as he crawled over you.

“Suck,” He ordered and stuck his fingers in your mouth. You lathered them up with your tongue and he removed them. He smeared your spit on your clit, making you shudder and arch your back.

“I gotta pound into this pussy, princess. You look so fuckin pretty when you want me.” He manhandled you around, settling you onto his lap and sank you on his dick.

He filled you up and you mewled, grasping his back as he gave you a deep thrust.

“Oh, god, yes, daddy.” As soon as the word left, you froze. You trembled with embarrassment and Rafe focused on your eyes.

He then attached his lips to your ear. “Oh, Angel, now you’ve really done it. Tell me who’s fuckin you.” Rafe moved into you and you tightened your thighs around him. He hit the best spot, clit brushing his pelvis and your mouth parted.

He brought his hand down on your ass. “Use your words and tell me who’s fucking this slutty little cunt?”

“You are, daddy.” You managed as your eyes rolled back. Rafe chuckled and rolled you on your back.

His hand came around your throat, squeezing the sides as he fucked into you harder, deeper and you had drool coming out. The headboard moved as he felt you tighten around him.

“Yeah? Fucked out stupid? Shit, your pussy is squeezin my dick like it’s gonna save you from how fucked up I am. Give daddy those pretty sounds.”

You couldn’t contain the moans and sighs as he set your thighs over his shoulders. The slapping of skin echoed as your climax hit you.

Your vision went white as you sobbed. Rafe smashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss and lapped at your tongue.

“You’re such a good girl, princess. Doing so good for daddy. Daddy’s gonna cum in you, alright? You gonna take all of it for me?” You nodded weakly and Rafe grunted as he emptied his load.

He continued fucking you as you milked him dry and you both made noises signaling how much you both needed this confession.

Rafe hovered over your mouth. “If only people knew how much of a slut you were, huh? How you call your worst fuckin enemy daddy when he fucks you exactly how you need.”

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[et6rnalsun]

"you've been playing with my patience since this morning" rafe huskily murmured in your ear as he thrusted into you without any mercy, your pathetic whimpers only increasing his desire to see you ruined beneath him for the rest of the night. "acting like a fucking—" a grunt broke the sentence. "— a fucking jealous bitch, mhm? isn't that true?"

to your lack of response, he rewarded you with a thrust hard enough that your nails nearly broke under the pressure of your tight grip on the white sheets that would soon be stained by the aftermath of your burning moment of passion. your whole body shook, followed by the bed's headboard hitting the wall - and you were sure it v leave marks on the paint of it. "like i can look at someone who isn't you" he later added with heavy breathing,

his darkened eyes, which seemed gray at the moment, scanned your face the entire time, enjoying how it changed depending on the pleasure you felt. his gaze then stopped on your swollen and red mouth, and with the thumb of his free hand, he traced your trembling lower lip. "open" he commanded lowly, not even stopping his movements.

rafe could practically feel your reluctance, so he gave you two small pats on the cheek, firm enough to make you understand his seriousness. "open" he repeated, tired of your games. when you finally complied, he simply smirked a little, looking at that perfectly erotic scene before him. he then prepared just the right amount of saliva in his mouth, before spitting precisely into yours, your tongue almost entirely covered in that intruder. his thumb slowly made its way inside your warm mouth, resting on your wet tongue as he smeared all his saliva on the muscle, his head tilted as if he was treating a piece of fucking art and needed concentration.

he then hummed contentedly, and as he did, he could feel his orgasm building up, balls tightening. with his own fingers placed under your chin, he made your mouth again, watching you swallow because you already that was what he wanted. "see? you can be a fuckin’ good girl when you want it. you jus need to make me crazy" he said, words mixed with low groans as the hand he'd used beforewent to encircle your neck for a little more stability.

"i need to cum, please" your sweet voice finally reached his ears, which made him raise an eyebrow as his intention was already to release himself into you. but for you? he still didn't know whether to let you come or not, whether to make your punishment worthy or let himself be fucked by your big, bastard eyes that were begging him so good.

"let me come first, yeah? then I'll see what to do with you" he simply told you as his head fell back in total pleasure, and in response you only cried out his name again once. not that he cared too much, though, because the white of his cum had already colored your insides before you could even protest. bad luck for you, he guessed. maybe next time don’t be a total, fuckin whore.

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[jasvtsc]

soft & tender

it was a regular day, just like any other day.

you were lying between ben’s legs, his thick thighs enveloping your smaller body in the form of a safety cocoon. your back was pressed against his bare chest, as sunlight barely started to shine through the slightly rolled down blinds. his hands roamed your body with a gentle and tender touch, which was still a rare thing from him.

his fingers stroked up your abdomen to your collarbones under your shirt and then back down, but never going right where you wanted them — and he knew that.

he was teasing you, taunting you with his touch, which tended to set your skin on fire. you had goosebumps all over your skin, shifting impatiently as soft gasps and breaths escaped your throat.

ben just kept smirking cockily, watching in silence as you struggled to keep yourself together. you were such a squirmy little thing.

he could feel you shivering in his arms, your body aching to get what it was so desperate for. but if he just gave in… where’s fun in that?

slowly, he traced his calloused fingertips down your stomach and hip bones, making contact with the soft lace material of your white panties. your eyes widened and your breath hitched as you observed his hand, hope arising in your mind. you wanted him to touch you so fucking badly.

but he didn’t.

he just slightly slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, making small circles on your skin. and then, he backed away, which extracted a needy whine from your lips. ben chuckled cruelly, watching you struggle.

his hand went up, his fingers hovering over your hardened nipples. he stayed still for a second, but finally, pressed his thumb on the bud and started circling it. this time, you let out a small whimper, your nails desperately digging into his thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you grabbed his other hand and started guiding it back into your panties.

“oh, look at that. is my little bunny needy?” he cooed mockingly, but let you guide his hand.

you pulled your panties down and put his hand on your core. a pathetic sigh of relief left your mouth the moment you felt the familiar callousness press against your already wet folds. ben hummed in contentment, beginning to slowly rub them, getting his fingers covered in your sticky mess.

“bunny, you’re being a bad girl right now. you’re basically drenched and all of that because i just touched you? you’re a filthy little girl, i’ll tell ya that,” he whispered right into your ear, his voice gravelly. he took your earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on the sensitive skin while simultaneously spreading your folds apart and prodding your entrance with his fingertips.

you whimpered yet again, arching your back and pushing your hips into his hand, desperately needing his fingers inside of you.

but he clearly wanted to tease you. he pinched your nipple, twisting it between his fingers while his thumb pressed on your clit. a loud squeal mixed with a moan echoed through the bedroom.

but ben quickly shut you up. 

he pulled his hand away from your aching pussy and shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. immediately, you wrapped your lips against your digits, taking in your own juices mixed with the saltiness of his skin. he used the bottom of his palm to tilt your head back, looking into your pleading doe eyes as you sucked on his fingers.

“you know what i said about being quiet, remember?” he warned you, his brows furrowed in a stern expression. you gave him a quick nod, breathing in through your nose.

ben hummed at your submission and moved his hand from your breast back to your pussy.

and soon, you felt his fingers stretch you open, roughly rubbing your gummy walls, soothing the needy ache as he kept his other fingers in your mouth to make sure that all of the little sounds you were making were muffled.

a smirk played on his lips, as he watched you falling into the blissful state because of his soft, yet degrading actions.

you were such a dirty little bunny.

[reclusive-manwhore]

it's been such an amazing day with your daddy. you and him have been exploring the city, seeing all the sights, and most importantly, flaunting your beautiful body to every attractive man you walk past in the streets as you hold his hand and smile. you can't hide it can you? you just love the attention almost as much as you love his. you'd let any man you desire take you in any way that you'd like... if only your daddy let you.

you walk back to his car with him, your hand still in his, laughing at each other's jokes like you have been all day; you're just such a happy little girl. to have his company, his personality, his voice, his touch, is everything to you. and it doesn't help that he's been teasing you all day with those very things. how you caught him eyeing you up and down as he made those suggestive remarks to you, smiled at every reaction as you blushed and clenched those legs together, when he groped you as he scanned around for any wandering eyes, how it made your skin crawl in the best of ways as you clutched him tighter. you can't help but love everything about him. you'd do anything for him, and you're always dying for more.

you can't even finish putting your things in the trunk before you're all over him, staring into those eyes like, like sapphires, like diamonds piercing into your soul in a way that warms you like no other. the smell of cigarettes and cologne on his body and breath as he leans in for a kiss you so happily accept. and how quickly it escalates with him, how fast you just wrap your arms around him and allow him to take control of you as your tongues interlock, the two of you being one.

next thing you know you're getting shoved in the backseat and spanked. he gets in, grabs you by the hair and without any hesitation, thrusts your mouth right onto his hard, throbbing cock. your eyes roll back and you immediately take it as far down your throat as you can. you don't care how much oxygen you lose, how much you struggle to breath, how bad your eyes water as they tear up with every gag, every time he chokes and slaps your pretty little cheek as a sign you're doing good. your only goal is to please your daddy, because that's all you've ever wanted; a real man, who's proud of his pretty fucktoy.

he pulls you up by your neck to praise you and give you time to get some air. and that's when you both see it; this entire time, there's been some pervert in the car right next to you, watching through tinted glass in the driver's seat like a fucking pervert. you can barely make out his face, but the shape of his mouth in the shadows is telling you he's stroking his dick right now, looking at every single disgusting act you've put yourself through just to please a man... but maybe you wanna please more than just a man now. maybe you were meant for more...

you feel your spine shiver as your daddy rolls the window down, shoving your head out and ordering you to stick out your tongue like a good little whore. the man in the car opens the door, and your suspicions are confirmed as your eyes look him up and down, and you see him clutching himself through his jeans. his eyes are like your daddy's; feral, burning, he wants to take you and gave exactly what daddy has. he'll never have you in that way. but you still want a man to have his way with you, whenever you want. so long as your daddy says you can, right?

"daddy... can i suck his cock please? i love your cock so much, but i'm just such a fucking slut... i was made for men to use me, to hurt me. i want it, i want it so fucking bad. i wanna be a happy girl daddy... can i please?"

he pulls you back inside and wraps you up in his arms from behind, has hand clasped over your mouth as her starts slowly running your clit. you hear the man in the car unbuckle his belt as he steps out and walks over to the window. you lean back to look your daddy dead in the eyes, your cunt a quivering mess, your body writhing in ecstasy. and with his lips against your ears, he tells you:

"you're gonna take his fucking cock. you're gonna let him do whatever i tell him to. and i'm telling him he can stuff your throat and smack that pretty face around all he wants. but these holes are fucking mine. you're mine. i own you, and you obey me. now stick your head out the window and choke on it, you pathetic rapeslut. you're gonna get what you deserve tonight."

[silverynight]

Step by step

Before going to the teachers' break room, Izuku stays in his office for a while, looking for his bento box and then realizing he forgot to make himself lunch.

He sighs, heading to the entrance, when he hears a tap on the window and gets startled the moment he sees Katsuki in his hero uniform, already looking very tired.

He quickly opens the window and moves aside so the pro hero can jump inside.

"What are you doing here, Kacchan? I thought you had patrol today?"

"I do, but it's my lunch break," he grumbles before handing Izuku one of the bento boxes he's carrying. "Take this. I made an extra one for you."

"Thank you, Kacchan!"

"It's not a big deal, nerd!" He protests, but he blushes when Izuku gives him a hug.

"Kacchan," the teacher immediately worries as soon as he actually looks at his friend. "You're hurt!"

"These are just scratches. Don't wo–"

"Sit on my desk so I can patch you up," Izuku cuts him off. He's not willing to take a 'No' for an answer this time, and Katsuki is probably aware of it because he does as he's told.

It's true, those are just simple scratches, but Izuku can't stop worrying about Katsuki.

"There you go!"

"Great. Now, can we fucking eat?"

"Yeah, sure!"

They eat in silence, although the young teacher notices that Katsuki keeps glancing at him every now and then.

"This is delicious, Kacchan," Izuku beams, leaning closer to the pro hero. "Can't believe you're a great cook as well."

"I'm the best at everything, nerd. You know that already," he smirks, moving closer to the teacher, until their shoulders touch. Then, sounding a bit more shy, he adds: "I'm glad you liked it, Izuku."

There's a knock at the door that annoys Katsuki immediately, but Izuku can't ignore.

"Come in!"

Aizawa rolls his eyes as soon as he sees the pro hero.

"I didn't know you were scheduled for today. Will you talk to Midoriya's students about hero work?"

"You know I'm not in the schedule," Katsuki retorts, not moving an inch away from Izuku.

"Fine!" Aizawa sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just don't get handsy. You're inside a school."

The pro hero blushes to the tip of his ears, although he does glare at his former teacher the whole time.

"Why would we get handsy?" Izuku tilts his head, confused.

"Oh. I see." Aizawa says then and looks at Katsuki with something close to pity. "Good luck with that."

"What did he mean by that?"

"Nothing. Just keep eating your lunch, nerd."

When it's time for Katsuki to leave, Izuku pulls him into a hug.

"Be careful, Kacchan."

"I always am, Izuku," the pro hero assures him before pressing his chin on top of his green curls. "I won't be here to pick you up, I have to work until the morning."

"It's okay, Kacchan. You don't have to worry about me."

Katsuki doesn't reply anything to that, but he nuzzles against the teacher's curls before letting him go and jumping through the window.

Izuku watches him go with a smile on his face.

***

At three in the morning, someone opens Izuku's apartment; they try not to make too much noise, but he's not scared, this has happened before and he knows exactly who it is.

He knows because Izuku gave the key to Katsuki himself; the very first time it happened though, the pro hero tried to get in through his window, he managed to get inside, but almost got knocked out by the teacher who mistook him for a burglar at first. Katsuki didn't get mad then, he was quite impressed actually and even admitted it was his fault for not telling Izuku he wanted to crash at his place.

After the third time, Izuku gave him a copy of his apartment's key and now Katsuki is there three or even four times a week. He claims it's more convenient for him, but the teacher is not so sure about that. Katsuki keeps some of his clothes there too, and has his own room now.

Izuku is seriously considering asking him to move in with him. Although he gets flustered just to think about it; he knows he shouldn't be so nervous though, they're friends, they can be roommates too.

Despite Katsuki being always careful, Izuku usually wakes up, although he goes back to sleep as soon as he recognizes the footsteps.

His eyes close again when he hears the shower and Izuku starts falling back asleep until Katsuki walks into his room and lies on the bed right next to him.

Feeling the pro hero's arm around his waist is very effective to wake him up completely.

"Kacchan?"

"Didn't mean to wake you up, nerd."

"That's not it," Izuku sighs, glad it's dark and he has his back on Katsuki so the pro hero doesn't notice the blush on his cheeks. "You have your own bed!"

"Yours is more comfortable." The blond hero mumbles, in a tone Izuku knows very well; he doesn't plan to move anytime soon and he doesn't want to talk about it again.

Izuku takes a deep breath and decides to sleep a little bit longer; he doesn't mind having Katsuki sleeping next to him, the problem is that he probably likes it more than he should.

And the pro hero doesn't help by nuzzling against his curls every five seconds or tightening his grip around him.

Izuku wakes up first, but it takes him a very long time to pry Katsuki's arms off him; it was a very difficult task considering he had to do it without making too much noise.

He makes pancakes because it's easy and Katsuki can heat them up and add anything he wants to later.

Despite his best efforts, Katsuki wakes up; they have a quiet breakfast together before Izuku rushes towards the bathroom to get ready for school.

"I'll drive you."

"You should go back to sleep."

"I'll do it after I take you to the UA," Katsuki insists and Izuku knows that nothing he says will make him change his mind.

On the way to the UA, Izuku decides to talk to the pro hero about what he's been considering for a while now.

"If it's truly more convenient for you, you can move in with me, Kacchan."

He's glad there's a red light because the blond turns his head to look at him in that moment.

"Are you serious?"

Even if Izuku wasn't before, he is now after looking at the hopeful glimmer in Katsuki's red eyes.

"Yes."

"No take backs?"

"No take backs, I promise," Izuku says, smiling at his friend.

"I'll get all my stuff today."

"Kacchan, you should sleep first."

"Don't worry about it, nerd. I'll buy coffee on my way to my apartment."

Izuku doesn't argue with him because he's sure there's no point. Honestly, he's not sure why Katsuki is so excited about it, he's been to his place a couple of times, and Izuku knows for a fact that it's way better than Izuku's.

"I'll pick you up, Izuku."

"Kacchan, I can perfectly-"

"Shut up, nerd. I'll see you in a few hours."

***

They get used to living with each other quite well actually, although it's not that surprising considering they basically did that already.

Katsuki does most of the cooking while Izuku cleans and patches the pro hero up every now and then.

His friend wanted to pay the whole rent himself, but after a long discussion with Izuku, agreed to just give him half of it.

They surprisingly make it work quite well; Katsuki finally goes to his own room at night, although Izuku wakes up in the mornings with a very exhausted pro hero wrapped around him every now and then.

Even though Katsuki has not mentioned this change to anyone, his fans have noticed that he's more patient now during interviews, he agrees to give his autographs more often and is not that grumpy around civilians anymore.

Izuku's students have noticed something's different too, especially because they have caught pro hero Dynamight in the school more often, even though he's not in the schedule for that day.

They try not to seem too curious about the situation because they know their teacher won't tell them anything directly, but they have started to ask weird questions.

They've been trying to figure out if Izuku is in a relationship with someone by asking if he's coming alone to the Halloween party or if he plans to bring someone on Christmas. He has noticed they look at Izuku's bento boxes in an odd way, and one of them tries to find out if he makes his lunch himself. Of course, Katsuki makes them, but when Izuku finally says that a friend gives them to him, they start acting even more weird.

Until one day, Izuku finally tells them that he's single, and even after that, they look like they don't believe him.

And that's when he finds the pictures online; there are many of them with Katsuki with an arm around his shoulders or waist, going out or inside many places; they both have gotten into the habit of going to a cafe or a nice restaurant at least once a week, mostly to celebrate their accomplishments.

The comments under every single one of those posts are mostly the same: everyone believes they're dating and that Dynamight is head over heels for the UA teacher. They even call him a simp. Izuku doesn't quite get that word but has an idea of what it means based on how his students often use it.

That day, when Katsuki comes pick him up, he's happier than usual, he even lifts him in his arms and nuzzles against his cheek before putting him back on his feet.

All of that in front of the UA's entrance. The rumors about them dating start making a lot more sense.

"They gave me a bonus, nerd! Let's celebrate! Where do you want to go?"

Still blushing to the tip of his ears, Izuku manages to convince Katsuki to get in the car.

"Kacchan, we should be more careful. Have you seen Instagram or X lately? People think we're dating!"

"I know." Katsuki says, with a weird neutral expression on his face, his friend has never been neutral about anything in his life.

"Aren't you upset?"

"Not really. You know I don't care what other people think," he says, almost fiercely. Then, after a couple of seconds, as his hands suddenly grab the steering wheel with a bit too much force, he adds: "What about you? Does it bother you?"

It does, but mostly because it's not real and part of Izuku would like it to be, but he can't say that to Katsuki. It'd probably ruin their friendship.

"No. It's just... well, they call you my simp."

"Well, it's true."

"Kacchan! This is not funny!"

"Who said it was?" The pro hero hisses, looking finally annoyed by the situation. Then, he glances at Izuku for a moment, and his annoyance vanishes to be replaced by something close to despair. "How have you not noticed, Izuku? It's not like I've been trying to hide it!"

"What do you mean?" The teacher stammers, face growing hot with each second.

"I mean, there are quite a few pictures of me staring at your ass or thighs; that suit does look amazing on you, by the way. Or this one of me staring at your face when you're not looking. I agree with all of them, I do seem like a besotted idiot."

"Kacchan!" Izuku tries to make him stop, heart beating inside his chest faster. "D-Don't joke about something like that! I'm serious!"

"So am I!" The pro hero narrows his eyes for a second before leaning closer and cradling Izuku's face in his hands. "How can you not see that I'm hopelessly in love with you?"

Izuku starts tearing up, he considers asking Katsuki if he's sure, but then he sees it in his red eyes; it's written all over his face, and it makes him even more beautiful.

"I love you too, Kacchan."

Hope comes back to those eyes Izuku likes so much, and they shine in a way that make him smile in response.

"Let's get married, nerd."

Izuku chuckles at that, although he does turn quite red again. His heart begs him to say yes, but there's part of him that wants the two of them to wait a bit.

"Let's date for a while first."

"Fine! Have it your way!" Katsuki rolls his eyes before kissing Izuku.

They're still outside the UA, so even though Izuku is enjoying the experience quite a lot, he tells his pro hero boyfriend to go somewhere else.

"Let's have our first date."

"Later, I promise," Katsuki says in a low whisper before giving Izuku a desperate kiss on the neck. "We should go back home first."

They do not go out that day; they spend the evening and night in Izuku's bedroom, but they do make a very rushed dinner.

Izuku doesn't mind; they have the rest of their lives to do all the things they want together.

***

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Cia's Wonderful Day Out, part 3

Part 1, Part 2 (Also, if you liked this, you can check out Convenience Store Vampire, featuring some familiar faces!)

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It was hard to decipher the emotions of an insectoid Fae, but there was a glimmer of fascination in their multifaceted eyes. “A bank robbery, you say? What happened?”

Ciaran shook his head. “Damned if I know. Cops pulled me over, showed me a video of my evil twin pulling a flame-wand on some poor bank teller, and claimed it was me. Twelve hours I spent telling them that I wasn't a fucking bank robber, Anise. Twelve. Accursed. Hours.”

“An evil twin? That sounds like the work of a shifter,” Dave said, pulling up a chair. He was the quintessential vampire, something Ciaran always envied. Black hair slicked back, his Smiley-Mart uniform covered up by a long trench coat, red eyes rimmed with slight eye bags. Balancing right between tradition and modernity. “Hey, Cia.”

Ciaran did not bother correcting him this time. “Hey Dave,” he muttered. “You think it was Hash who decided to pull that crap?” 

“Not Hash, but perhaps someone she knows? The shifter community is tiny, or so I've heard. Haven't even met another one of her kind,” he replied. “Besides, Hash isn't that mean.”

Ciaran narrowed his eyes. “Yes, she is. You go ask her if she knows anyone who went on a thieving spree recently, shall you? I'm not in a mood to talk to that crazy man right now.”

“What am I, your pageboy?” Nonetheless, Dave got up and walked away. Benefits of being an elder vampire, Ciaran supposed. All the littles listened to him.

He looked glumly into his glass, listening with one ear to the conversation that ensued. 

“Say, have any of your kindred run around robbing banks recently? Asking for a friend.” That was Dave, ever the eloquent spy.

“Mah what-now?” Hash, her words more slurred than usual.

“Your kind. You know, shifters?”

“Yeah. What about them?” Her accent dropped suddenly. Ciaran had always suspected that she was faking it.

“Did any of them rob a bank? Maybe wearing Ciaran's face?”

Hash choked on her drink and spun around. “Are you accusing me of impersonating you, Ciaran Kerall?” It was the first show of anger he'd ever seen in her, and through the shock of the accusation, Ciaran found it in himself to take some joy in being the source of her upset.

Perhaps this day wasn't wasted, after all.

She stormed over, slowly growing taller as she did so. By the time she was at his side, the tiny little elf had been replaced by a lean, menacing man. “Care to say it to my face, instead of sending little Davie to do your job?”

“I’ve got many things to accuse you of, Hash, most of them true. Impersonation isn't one of them. I sent Dave to ask you a question. Or are you too stupid to understand that?” He punctuated his words with a sharp tap on her skull.

She slapped his hands away. “Go fuck yourself, Ciaran. Are you trying to pick a fight? Because if a fight's what you want, I assure you that you're going to regret it.”

“A fight's not what anyone wants.” Unknown to either of them, Anise had crossed the bar and was suddenly inserting themself between the would-be fighters. “I don't serve children in this house, so act like adults, will you? Let's try this from the top. Ciaran, what did you want to ask?”

Ciaran gave them a dirty look. “I got pulled in by the exorcists this morning. They claimed someone identical to me robbed a bank, and their proof was that I was on the cameras doing… Well, whatever it is bank robbers do.”

“But that evidence is obviously invalid, ‘cos vamps like you don't show up on cams or mirrors,” Hash interjected like the irritating little interloper she was.

“Yes, if you'd just let me get to that part,” he snapped back. “As I was saying, this led me-”

“That was me, actually,” Dave said, interjecting again. He was picking up all these bad habits from that horrible little shifter, Ciaran thought. “I said that it might be a shape shifter, and we ought to ask you. I swear, nobody meant any harm.”

Hash looked to him, and immediately softened. “I'm sorry,” she said. “That was uncharitable of me, ah guess. My bad.”

“Please don't slip into that accent again,” Ciaran responded.

Once again, she ignored him. “No’ that we've resolved this little squabble, ah guess I oughta break the news to ya. Couldn't ‘ave been a shifter, cos there ain't any in this city. Apart from me, that is.”

“What?”

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[mercury2venus]

CHAPTER 3

BACK 2 BACK

We fucked. I mean he had me hanging halfway off the balcony screaming to the entire city of New York just how good Kyle Alexander was fucking me. 

It was New Year's Day and I needed to get my story typed up as soon as possible. I creeped out of the bed picking up the articles of clothing I was stripped from. I looked around the room, drinking in its appearance. God...we did some freaky shit. After getting dressed and getting lost in his big ass penthouse I bid adieu to the maid. And slipped out of the place. 

Then I realized I didn't drive here. Shit. I ran back in and dialed the only person I could trust to keep this to themselves. 

" Hello Who is this ? " she answered.  Monica was my best friend and held me down through it all but I know this shit was going to be a topic with her for days. 

'It's Mecca." I mumbled. “Look I just need you to come pick me up I'm at a friend house and I'm honestly not trying to overstay my welcome.” I gave her the address and begged her to hurry. 

I heard Monica laugh and agreed to be on her way. 

I watched her cherry red Porsche pull up, bumping some Jodeci. She just had to draw attention while I tried to make a quiet escape. I got in the car and seen the smug look on her face. " So.." Monica held back a laugh. Who fuckin house is that ? " 

" Just drive Mo." 

That was 2 months ago. Kyle called and called. Sent roses, left voicemails. Wrote me letters. All asking what did he do wrong ? And Why am I avoiding him. The answer was guilt. I never slept with someone I interviewed. It was classless and I hate myself for it but the dick was so good I found myself in perpetual daydreams.

 

Today I was a guest speaker at NY Fashion institute the article I did on Kyle got the attention of well everyone. I was proud of it, it truly was my best one to date.

I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear hoping my updo would stay in tact at least till I get back home.  

Speaking to the students was a dream come true, They were so engaged and really has alot of commentary.  

" Hi Ms. Ali , I'm Fallon Brooks, Junior. i just wanted to tell you that seeing a Black Woman in journalism owning her own magazine. calling the shots, showing the world that we are more than what the media shows is inspiring to this little Black girl from Atlanta, Georgia. You mean the world to us and i just really wanted to say Thank you so much. she laughed. 

I wanted to cry this is why I do it, for all my little Black girls who felt unheard, went unseen, their well deserved opportunities given to white mediocre counterparts. 

" Thank you...God I'm gonna cry." I laughed. I wiped my tears and smiled. 

After speaking to the students, I walked towards the bathroom I had somewhere to be in a bit and I wanted to make sure I looked great. 

" Mecca." 

Damn. So much for avoidance. I turned around with a small smile. His eyebrows raised as if he's waiting for an explanation. " Mr. Alexander ...Hi." I spoke. 

He tilted his head and walked towards me. He got close to my ear," After making you cum 5 times I'd think you'd refer to me as what I told you to call me." He said softly.

Cocky much ? 

" Having sex with you was a mistake I let my judgment get clouded. Thank you for granting me access to your mind and for doing the interview. I really appreciate that. Mr. Alexander ." I smiled. I had to set boundaries. 

Kyle looked at me. Those intense eyes of his narrowed. Just stared at me. 

" Mecca. I don't care about the other bullshit okay ? We had a great time, what's the real reason you've been avoiding me hm ? He said lowly. 

I looked him in the eye. 

" Young black woman on the come up from Harlem meets rich, playboy fashion designer.. I don't know I just don't need the world thinking some knight in shining armor came and helped me or I fucked my way to the top. I put in time and effort for this, I didn't grind the way I did back at Spelman just for someone to look at me and say it was because of You" I vented. 

Kyle's eyes were soft.  " Mecca — I, I'm sorry I didn't even think about that. Fuck. I just really like you love. I have a tendency of moving really fast. I apologize sincerely. "

I looked into his eyes.

Fuck it.

                                  ••••••

"Shit, you messing up my hair K."I moaned.  Shameless I was. Here I am butt naked back at his house getting fucked from the back  Kyle had my discombobulated my French roll and was now gripping my hair as he grinds into me 

" this shit is amazing Mecca. I was being nice earlier you keep this away from me next time I'm going to your house. Understand? "

I hated him. Everything about him irritates my fuckin soul. But God the way he was talking sent shockwaves to my core.  He put a leg and and got deeper 

" I said do you understand ?" He barked. 

My response was caught in my throat the only thing I was able to muster up was some incoherent sound. 

" yes baby, fuck I hear you." 

He pulled my head back to give me a sloppy French kiss. " good fuckin girl " he mumbled.

"Ky, I'm about to cum daddy. " I moaned

" hold it, not yet. Fuck this pussy is too good " 

Confidence filled me at that moment 

" careful this good ass pussy will have you acting crazy "

" too late Mecca " he laughed.

I let out a pornographic moan. He was saying all the shit I loved to hear. " mm yea this your pussy now " I whispered. He must have heard me because next thing I knew I was on my back with my legs at my ears.  " keep saying shit like that and I'll nut in you Mecca" Kyle warned.

" then do it baby nut in me " I egged him on

" you so fuckin nasty .." Kyle threw his head back, he pushed my legs further to my head and began to pound mercilessly. 

" what's my fuckin name Mecca, tell them who this good ass pussy belongs to."

“it’s yours daddy, it’s forever yours baby I swear “ I yelped. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as he thrusted into me deeply.

“ it better be, that’s the shit I like to hear Mec. Tell me you love it here and you’ll never leave again” he spoke into my ear.

I won’t , Kyle..I won’t.” I whispered as I became undone.

At that moment I signed a deal with the devil.

[baji-sideblog]

Shower fucks up

Cw lewd, shower sex or really an attempt

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Luka had been interested in shower sex from the first time he heard of it. It sounded so romantic and cheesy exactly perfectly right up his alley! He was a bit nervous to ask you about it at first, but when you agreed the werewolf was super happy.

Getting into the shower Luka made sure to clean himself up fast and help wash your hair since he didn’t want to waste the water too much. He was shuddering with anticipation he just wanted to get it done now. Once y’all were clean enough to his liking Luka fell to his knees and started to prep you to make sure you could take him. He whimpered feeling you tug onto his hair.

“Mate mate, please tug harder I love it when you do that.”

Once you gave his hair a good hard tug the werewolf moaned loudly into you. He started to lap you up more to thank you for treating him so good. Your hips buck against his face before your feet slip out from under you. Out of panic you grab onto Luka’s ears hard for support as you fell backwards. Closing your eyes out of instinct you suddenly felt a strong pair of claws holding onto you with an iron grip.

Opening your eyes you see Luka in his werewolf form both of his heads had a look of pure panic on their face. Quickly he picks you up into his arms turning off the shower and shaking the water off of his fur he quickly rushes you into your bedroom. Setting you onto the bed the werewolf was breathing heavily before putting his heads on your lap whimpering. He grabs onto your hips to ground himself, to feel you were safe.

“I’m so sorry, you almost got hurt because of me I’m so sorry. I failed you as a mate.”

Hugging him you try to calm the big man down as he hiccups and sniffles clinging onto you for the rest of the day.

Mandus looked at you curiously as you asked him to try out shower sex. Honestly he wasn’t too sure about the idea, but as soon as you started to beg the man gave in. Leading you into his small shower he pulled you close to his body as the warm water falls onto you two. Mandus kissed your shoulders licking the water drops off of you. He chuckled feeling you shudder under him.

Rubbing your hips and up to your chest gently teasing your nipples. His tail wags seeing you moan and squirm cause of him.

“Look at you all cute like this. Turn around so we can really test out how steamy it can get.”

Following his orders and leaning against the wall. Mandus smiles moving closer his crotch rubs against your ass before he slowly entered you. His hands were against the wall as he starts to thrust into you fast groaning quietly. He starts to get faster when he slips on some lose soap on the ground.

Slipping right out of you Mandus falls backwards catching himself on the tub before he could fall onto the ground. His face heated up with embarrassment and now the mood was ruined. He didn’t know how to come back from that.

“…We’ll never speak about this ever. This didn’t happen.”

He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself before rushing to the bedroom. He sighs setting on the bed his head in his hand. After a couple of minutes he hears you walk in. Feeling your arms warp around him Mandus looks up at you and sighs cuddling into you.

“Thank you, sunflower.”

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[mageofquandrix]

Ooh, how about 17 for the WIP folder game!

This was a popular one, haha!

Anyway, this is my take on the Rook & Emmrich romance argument. It's one of the very DATV things I wrote, so it's really rough; I actually had to go in and change Lucien's name, because I renamed him halfway through my first playthrough. I'll probably end up scrapping most of what's on the page, but some iteration of the idea will end up in my canon playthrough fic.

As always, first draft, please be kind!

“It breaks my heart to hear you worry like this,” he said softly, giving Emmrich as sad smile as he reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm.

“Darling, I didn’t-” he started with a pained look, and then drew back, out of Lucien’s reach. Lucien frowned, a pang of rejection as his hand fell, and he placed it on his hip instead. “I only wish to be fair to you,” Emmrich continued, his voice firmer, his face set in an unhappy seriousness. It didn’t suit him, and Lucien wanted to reach out and soothe the lines of tension in his jaw, to kiss him, until this bout of terror bled away. But Emmrich had already pulled away once, and Lucien was not interested in trying to force affection on him.

“I know what I’m getting into,” Lucien begun, but he was cut off. Emmrich gave a sardonic huff of a laugh, and a derisive look, eyebrow arched skeptically.

“At your age?”

A spike of irritation suddenly got Lucien’s back up, and he frowned, his arms crossing tight against his chest. It wasn’t as if their age difference didn’t ever affect them; Lucien sometimes frustrated him for his lack of relative maturity, and for his part, Emmrich could be dismissive and patronizing, particularly when he was upset. “Don’t start,” he said, an edge of warning in his tone.

“We must consider this,” Emmrich continued, and Lucien barely managed to bite back that they had considered it, they’d been through this, though clearly not to whatever depth Emmrich felt like it warranted.

“You’re over thinking it, and it’s not the time,” he tried, one last effort to remind his partner of what exactly they were doing tomorrow, that this really wasn’t, for his part, what Lucien wanted to spend the evening doing. Despite himself, though, he could feel his frustrations from all the conversations of the past, the resentment he tried to pack away that Emmrich couldn’t just leave it alone, rising to the surface, despite how he tried to swallow it back.

“One of us needs to consider my mortality!” Emmrich said, his voice raised to practically shouting, his eyes narrowed and angry. Lucien broke.

“Because you’re worried about me?” he said -no, shouted. His voice almost bizarre to him as he heard it in his own ears. He’d never spoken to Emmrich like this before and even as a part of him warned to pull back, his blood pounded in his ears, and he sharply advanced on him, even as Emmrich took a surprised step back.

“Or because you’re insecure about you? Because Emmrich, we’ve been over this, and I don’t know what you want me to say!” He pushed an angry hand through his hair, and he could feel the fire building in his chest. “What do you want me to say? What can I possibly say, that will be good enough for you?”

“Lucien, I-” Emmrich started, but Rook cut him off again, the sound of his voice just making him angry again.

“Do you want me to say, that I’m thrilled at the thought that you’ll die before me? Do you think I haven’t thought of it? You bring it up all the time, and nothing I say is ever good enough?What do you want from me?”

Emmrich scowled, his arms crossed against his chest. “I simply don’t believe it’s fair to you, to-“

“Are you breaking up with me?”

The room was impossibly still; even the fireplace seemed to hush. Lucien regretted saying it, wished he could take it back. He didn’t want to know, but he had to.

Emmrich stared at him, his mouth open in stunned silence.

As the seconds stretched, Lucien’s hands begun to shake. The bracelet, the stupid fucking gift he was still holding, rattled in its box. “Oh fuck. You are.”

[vvictuss]

Adam Stanheight barely had to do anything for me to latch onto him like a second fucking chain around his ankle

Still a WIP and I’ve never rendered like this yikes

I have literally watched this movie 3 1/2 times in the last 4 days and Saw 0.5 six times in addition. My wife will most definitely get into Saw as well or I will drive her to insanity from all of the info dumping. Adam is my new favorite Skrunkly Guy and I’m so glad he is alive and ok!! I’m so glad he is thriving in his shit hole apartment and not trapped in that fucking bathroom!!!

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[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[zrllosyn-art]

I did [this] meme with my oc Haru. Its fun!

He is. He is just a guy.

[titan-god-helios]

i’m so fucking done y’all i HATE loving books whilst being audhd cause here’s what the majority of my reading sessions go like: - hyperfocus. i finish a book the width of my arm in a single night and end up collapsing in class the next day because i got no sleep

- chill reading, until The Sound comes in. The Sound could be a person, a youtube video someone else is watching, an outside noise, an ad in the middle of my music and so on. after The Sound appears all focus is lost and the reading session is ruined - desperately trying to read but nothing is right. there is a bright or cool toned light, a sound or a lack of sound, my clothes are weird, there is no sitting position that is right, there is a weird taste in my mouth and my eyes are slowly dying. my brain is racing and making too much internal noise and i simply cannot focus for the life of me. at all. not even for a sentence. often, this happens suddenly in the middle of a previously good reading session and my brain turns off at this point - brain is too slow to read and would rather disassociate. sometimes you even get bonus trauma flashbacks or embarrassment flashbacks as a treat !! - brain is too fast and excited meaning my eyes skip entire paragraphs and i miss very important pieces of information, making me slow my roll and go back and read the boring monologue of text before the Exciting Part

AND THE DIFFICULTY OF READING VARIES WITH THE TYPE OF BOOK TOO. for example, if it’s a modern book/written recently (meaning from 1970s - present day) it is more common to enter a hyperfocus reading session than the other types. if it’s a classic or older book with slightly different writing styles, it is impossible to have a hyperfocus session because now my brain must analyse the words and stop to look up new words.

the worst thing about this ? i LOVE classics. i love all the fancy words and the different sentence structures and the vivid descriptions that the authors poured their heart and souls into. i love the characters and the unique influences on their personalities that come from being written in a different time. i adore analysing meanings and picking apart phrases and words and characters and plots. but i cannot ever focus on it for more than maybe half an hour or an hour, reading painstakingly slowly for my standards and taking all the immersion out of the reading experience because i have to stop to process the information, meaning i am me in the real world. i am not in their world, with the characters. and it makes me want to SCREAM.

the worst worst worst part ??? on the extremely rare occasion i do have a good reading session with a classic, i am always, without fail, interrupted by someone talking to me, making me pause my music and immersion for whatever remark they feel they have to make over and over again until i feel like ripping their face off because SCREW YOU I JUST GOT TO ENJOY THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF LITERATURE WITH ALL THE PRETTY WORDS AND YOU RUIN IT WITH TELLING ME THE BUS ROUTES TO SCHOOL ?? THE SAME BUS ROUTES I TAKE BY MYSELF ALREADY AND HAVE BEEN TAKING FOR AT LEAST FOUR WEEKS BEFOREHAND ???????? SCREW YOU >:(

[shawtuzi]

currently thinking about plug!geto beating your pussy up after a hotbox….

“oh suguruuu,” your eyes rolled back in pleasure, freshly manicured nails (paid for by yours truly) digging into his biceps as he fucked you like he hated your guts. he had your seat reclined back, knees pushed to your ears as he gave the you meanest strokes known to man.

you peered at him through your lashes, mewling when you saw he was already staring back down at you. his eyes were low n red, the tiniest smirk on his face bc he knew as long as he had you like this you couldn’t run from him. sure it was cramped as hell but shit he wasn’t complaining—especially with the way your pussy was gripping his dick.

“you look—s-shit! look so pretty like this y/n. pussy feels so fuckin’ good. . . so fuckin’ soft. am i making you feel good y/n? speak up,” he got no response in return, your attention solely focused on his the view of his dick pounding into you. the sight was very erotic. . . one could even say it was pretty. you were broken out of your thoughts by a quick slap to the face, followed by geto gripping your jaw, squishing your cheeks together.

“i said am *thrust* i *thrust* making *thrust* you fucking feel *really hard thrust* good?” you nodded frantically, tears now filling your lash line because baby he was fucking you that good. “yes—yes sugu you’re making me feel so good thank you,” you sniffled, making the sick man laugh.

“you’re so cute,” he hummed, pressing his lips to your forehead before pulling his dick nearly all the way out just to slam back inside you. he stayed in place, now choosing to grind his hips into you, his hard stomach rubbing against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. your hands slapped against his chest, whining something along the lines of him being to deep—but right now in this moment?? there was no such thing as too deep.

in fact he recalled you telling him not too long ago you wanted to feel him in your tummy again, so he was actually doing you a favor if you think about it—but who am i kidding your not doing anyyyy thinking right now.

“m’gonna cum sugu c-can you—fuckkk-uh!” suguru was already one step ahead of you, the rough pads of his ring and middle fingers now rubbing vicious circles on your clit. your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came on his dick for what felt like the umpteenth time. geto fucked you through your orgasm, his own trailing behind as he came in you with one last stroke.

*sighs dreamily* hotboxes with geto were always the best

˚ʚ♡ɞ