#I’ve been so overwhelmed and overstimulated for days now

[slythernnn]

October tingz

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

I think I went through an autism regression or burnout and just masked it really really hard

[goldensatellite]

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[florawrites-blog]

Mother.....- enhypen

-When the calm girlfriend finally snaps

Lee heeseung - 이희승

The evening had started like any other, with you calmly going about your routine, trying to unwind after a long day. But as you walked into the living room, the sight of the mess Heeseung had left behind—after you'd asked him countless times to clean it up—stopped you in your tracks.

The clutter was everywhere: dishes piled up on the coffee table, clothes strewn across the couch, and random items scattered on the floor. You could feel the familiar tightening in your chest, the overstimulation building up like a pressure cooker. You had always been calm, collected, the one who kept things together, but tonight, it was too much.

“Heeseung!” you called out, your voice strained as you tried to keep it together. He emerged from the bedroom, his usual carefree smile on his face, oblivious to the storm brewing in you.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, glancing around the room without a second thought.

That was the breaking point. All the frustration, the countless times you’d asked him to clean up, the overwhelming mess—it all came crashing down at once.

“Why is this still here?” you snapped, your voice sharp and louder than you intended. “I’ve asked you so many times to clean this up, and it’s like you don’t even care! Do you know how exhausting it is to come home to this every single day? I can’t handle this anymore!”

Heeseung stood frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. He had never seen you like this—never heard your voice raised in anger. You could see the fear and surprise in his expression, and it only made the guilt begin to creep in, but you couldn’t stop now. The words just kept pouring out.

“I try so hard to keep this place together, to make it comfortable for both of us, and you can’t even pick up after yourself? I’m so tired of having to clean up your messes, and you just…you just ignore it like it doesn’t matter!” You could feel your hands shaking, the overstimulation making everything feel too loud, too much.

Heeseung’s face softened, his usual confident demeanor faltering as he took a hesitant step toward you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realize it was bothering you this much,” he said quietly, his voice laced with guilt. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you tried to calm the storm inside you. The sight of him standing there, looking so vulnerable and unsure, made the anger ebb away, leaving behind only exhaustion and regret.

“I didn’t mean to yell,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I just…I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, Heeseung.”

Heeseung quickly closed the distance between you, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. “No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I’ve been careless, and I should’ve listened when you asked. I never wanted to make you feel like this.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the tension slowly drain from your body as his warmth surrounded you. “I just need you to help me, okay?” you said softly, your voice still trembling slightly. “I can’t do everything on my own.”

He nodded against you, his hold on you tightening. “I promise, I’ll do better. I never want to make you feel this way again.”

For a moment, you both just stood there, holding each other in the middle of the mess, the anger and frustration giving way to a quiet understanding. You knew that things wouldn’t be perfect, but at least now, he understood how much it meant to you. And that was a start.

Park jongseong - 박종성

You had always been known as the quiet one, the one who handled things with grace, never letting anything ruffle your feathers. Even Jay, who knew you better than anyone, had never seen you truly lose your temper. But today was different.

You were out with some of your high school friends, a group that had always been a little too opinionated for your taste. Jay had tagged along, more than happy to spend time with you, even if it meant being around people he didn’t know too well. The day had started off fine, but as the conversation progressed, it took a turn that you could feel brewing for a while.

One of the girls, who had always had a knack for saying the wrong things, began bringing up some old, unnecessary information about your close friend Nudsie. They were poking fun at things that were clearly uncomfortable for her, laughing at memories that should have stayed buried. Nudsie, ever the good sport, laughed along with them, but you could see the strain in her eyes, the way she was forcing herself to stay composed.

Something snapped inside you.

You could feel the anger bubbling up, a rare and unfamiliar sensation for you. Normally, you would let things slide, brush off the comments, but not today. Today, you weren’t going to let them get away with it.

“Do you ever think before you speak?” you interrupted, your voice calm but carrying an edge that made the group go silent. The girls turned to you, surprised by the sudden shift in your tone. “Because it’s really starting to seem like you don’t.”

They blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in your words. You didn’t raise your voice, didn’t cause a scene, but the intensity behind your calm demeanor was enough to make them freeze in place.

“Nudsie has been nothing but kind to all of you, and this is how you repay her? By dragging up things that should’ve been left in the past? You might think it’s funny, but it’s not. It’s hurtful, and frankly, it’s immature. If you’re so bored with your own lives that you have to dig up others’ pasts to entertain yourselves, then maybe you should focus on improving yourselves instead.”

You could see the discomfort in their faces, the way they shifted in their seats, unable to meet your gaze. The silence that followed was deafening. They had no comeback, no defense—just awkward, guilty expressions.

Jay, who had been watching the whole exchange, was surprised but also impressed. He had never seen you like this, and as much as it caught him off guard, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. He hid a smirk behind his hand, knowing this wasn’t the time to show his amusement.

The girls mumbled weak apologies, clearly too shaken to continue with their usual banter. They avoided eye contact with you, their earlier bravado completely gone.

You took a deep breath, the anger slowly ebbing away as you turned your attention back to Nudsie, who looked both relieved and touched by your defense. “Are you okay?” you asked her softly, your tone completely different from the one you had just used.

She nodded, giving you a small, grateful smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.”

You nodded back, feeling the tension in your shoulders finally ease. As you turned to Jay, you found him watching you with a mixture of admiration and pride, his eyes shining with affection.

He leaned in closer, his voice low so only you could hear. “Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he teased, his lips curling into a smile.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn’t help but smile back. “It takes a lot to get me there,” you replied, your voice softening. “But some things are worth standing up for.”

Jay reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered, his tone sincere.

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a sense of calm return. The moment had passed, and you were back to being your composed self, but now Jay had seen a side of you he never knew existed—a side that made him admire you even more.

Sim jaeyun -심재윤

You had a long day, running errands that seemed to drag on forever. All you wanted was to come home, relax, and get ready for the evening. You had asked Jake to do one simple thing—just one—so you wouldn’t have to worry about it when you got back: the laundry. He had agreed, of course, always the obedient and loving boyfriend, eager to help out.

But when you opened the door to the laundry room, your jaw dropped.

The entire room was filled with foam, spilling out of the washing machine and spreading across the floor. The machine itself was making a strange, gurgling noise, clearly on the brink of breaking down entirely. And in the middle of it all stood Jake, staring at the chaos with wide, dumbfounded eyes.

You just stood there for a moment, taking in the disaster before you. Your patience, which had already been worn thin by the frustrating errands you had to deal with, finally snapped. The clothes you needed to wear tonight were now soaking in a sea of foam, and the laundry room looked like a scene out of a sitcom gone horribly wrong.

“Jake!” you snapped, your voice louder than you intended, startling him out of his daze. “Be so fucking for real—what the fuck happened here?!”

Jake blinked, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words to explain. “I—I don’t know, I just… I followed the instructions and—”

But before he could finish, you cut him off, the anger bubbling up and spilling over. “I better get a good explanation because this is insane! I’ve had the worst day, and now I come home to this?!”

Jake looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly shocked by your outburst. He’d never seen you lose your temper like this. You were always so calm, so collected, but this—this was a side of you he didn’t know existed.

And it scared him.

In a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation, Jake immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sorry, mother—I mean, Y/N—I don’t even have an explanation,” he stuttered, his voice trembling slightly. “I—I must have done something wrong, I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad!”

The sight of him on his knees, so panicked and remorseful, broke through your anger just enough to make you realize how ridiculous this whole situation was. The absurdity of it all—the foam-filled room, Jake’s panicked apology—was almost too much. You felt the last bit of your rage dissipate, leaving you standing there, half-exasperated, half-amused.

You let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through your hair as you looked at him, still on his knees, clearly terrified of your reaction. “Jake, get up,” you said, your voice softening as you tried to reign in your temper. “I’m not going to kill you.”

He hesitated, glancing up at you cautiously. “Are you… are you sure?” he asked, his voice small.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. The situation was so absurd, so unlike anything you’d ever imagined dealing with, that all you could do was laugh. “Yes, Jake, I’m sure. I’m mad, but I’m not going to kill you.”

Relieved, Jake slowly got to his feet, still looking a bit sheepish. “I’m really sorry,” he said again, his tone sincere. “I have no idea what went wrong. I must have used too much detergent or something.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite everything. “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious,” you replied, glancing at the foamy disaster still covering the room. “But we’ll figure it out. Just… maybe let’s avoid you doing laundry for a while, okay?”

Jake nodded quickly, his usual confidence completely replaced by a mixture of guilt and relief. “Absolutely. Never touching the washing machine again,” he promised, a nervous laugh escaping him.

You sighed again, but this time, it was more out of exhaustion than anger. “Alright, let’s clean this up before it gets any worse,” you said, rolling up your sleeves and preparing to tackle the mess.

Jake immediately jumped to help, still eager to make up for his mistake. As you both worked to clean up the foam, he couldn’t help but glance at you every now and then, still amazed by what he had just witnessed.

You caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He shook his head, a smirk finally breaking through his guilt. “Nothing, just… you’re kind of scary when you’re mad, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, well, let’s hope you don’t see that side of me too often.”

Jake grinned, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Deal.”

Park sunghoon - 박성훈

You and Sunghoon were on the couch, attempting to have a relaxing evening together. He had the soccer match on, and you could tell he was fully invested. But as the game went on, he started to get a little too invested. Every time his team missed a shot or the opposing team got too close to scoring, he’d smack your thigh—hard.

At first, you brushed it off. It was just his way of expressing his excitement, and you were used to his quirks. After all, you had your own—like when you would bite his biceps out of nowhere just to see his reaction. But as the minutes ticked by and the smacks got stronger, it started to wear on you.

“Sunghoon,” you mumbled, shifting away slightly. But he was feeling uncharacteristically clingy tonight, and no matter where you moved, he followed, his focus still on the game.

Another smack landed on your thigh, this one even harder than before. You winced, feeling the sting. It was starting to feel less like playful taps and more like someone had whacked you with a heated building block. You tried to stay calm, but the next hit pushed you over the edge.

“Sunghoon, I swear to god,” you snapped, your voice laced with irritation, “if you lay your fingers on me one more goddamn time, I will take every single one of your fingers, cut them off with a smile on my face, cook them, then serve them to you on a plate and feed them to you.”

Sunghoon froze, his hand halfway in the air, eyes wide in shock. He turned to look at you, completely speechless, his mouth slightly agape as he processed what you’d just said. He knew you could get feisty, but this was on another level. The intensity in your eyes made it clear that you were dead serious, and he quickly realized he had crossed a line.

For a moment, the room was silent, the sound of the game still playing in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it anymore. Sunghoon slowly lowered his hand, his pride and confidence suddenly shrinking under your fiery gaze.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You sighed, the anger slowly dissipating as you saw the look of remorse on his face. “Just… be more careful, okay? I know you get into the game, but I’m not a punching bag.”

Sunghoon nodded quickly, scooting closer to you again, but this time with more care. “I promise, no more smacking,” he said, trying to make up for it by wrapping an arm around your shoulder gently, as if you were a fragile piece of glass.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his sudden change in demeanor. “You better keep that promise, or you’re going to have to figure out how to play soccer without fingers.”

He chuckled nervously, leaning down to plant a kiss on your temple. “Deal,” he whispered, pulling you closer as he turned his attention back to the game, but this time making sure to keep his hands far away from your thighs.

Kim sunoo - 김순우

You had always admired Sunoo’s dedication to his career, his meticulous attention to every detail of his life, especially when it came to his health and appearance. But lately, his obsession with this new diet had been pushing you to the edge. He was cutting back on meals, skipping out on food that he usually enjoyed, and it was driving you crazy. You respected his choices, but this was too much.

Today, however, you’d had enough. You found him in the kitchen, making yet another bland, low-calorie meal, and something inside you snapped.

“Sunoo, we need to talk,” you said, your voice tense as you walked up to him.

He looked up, surprised by the tone in your voice. “What’s wrong?” he asked, setting down the plate he was holding.

“What’s wrong?” you echoed, your voice rising in frustration. “What’s wrong is that you’ve been on this ridiculous diet for weeks now, and it’s not healthy! You’re not eating enough, and it’s driving me insane! I can’t stand to see you do this to yourself anymore, Sunoo!”

Sunoo blinked, caught off guard by your sudden outburst. He’d never seen you this upset before, not with him. He knew you were worried, but he hadn’t realized just how much it was affecting you.

“But I’m just trying to—” he started to explain, but you cut him off, your anger bubbling over.

“No! No more excuses!” you said, your voice firm as you stood in front of him, your eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern. “This diet is not okay, Sunoo. You’re hurting yourself, and it’s breaking my heart to watch you do this. I care about you too much to let you keep going like this.”

Sunoo’s shoulders slumped, and he looked down at the floor, his usual bright energy nowhere to be seen. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he realized how much his actions had been affecting you. He’d been so focused on his own goals that he hadn’t considered how his behavior was impacting the people who cared about him—especially you.

He didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there, pouting slightly, his gaze fixed on the ground. The silence stretched between you, heavy and uncomfortable.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but your heart was still pounding in your chest. “Sunoo, I love you,” you said, your voice softer now. “But this has to stop. You’re perfect the way you are, and you don’t need to do this to yourself. Please, promise me you’ll stop this diet.”

Sunoo looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and remorse. He knew you were right, and he hated seeing you this upset. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Then promise me,” you insisted, your tone gentle but firm. “Promise me you’ll stop.”

Sunoo nodded slowly, the weight of his promise settling heavily on his shoulders. “I promise,” he said quietly, finally meeting your gaze. “I’ll stop.”

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension slowly drain from your body. You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you,” you whispered against his shoulder. “I just want you to be healthy and happy.”

Sunoo hugged you back, holding you close. “I will be,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. He knew he had a lot to work on, but with you by his side, he knew he could do it.

Yang jungwon - 양중원

You loved Jungwon more than anything. He was kind, thoughtful, and always knew how to make you smile. But there was one thing that drove you absolutely insane—his obsession with mukbang videos. It wasn’t just a casual interest; he would play them at any given moment, whether you were eating, cuddling, or just trying to relax. Normally, you’d let it slide because, well, it made him happy. But tonight was different. You were PMSing, already feeling irritable and craving a bit of comfort, but instead of the soothing presence of your boyfriend, you were greeted with the obnoxious sound of someone slurping noodles on full blast.

As you entered the living room, there he was—your big dork of a boyfriend, sitting in front of the TV with a plate of food in front of him, grinning ear to ear as the mukbang video played. The sound of exaggerated chewing and slurping filled the room, making your skin crawl. You tried to push through it, telling yourself that it wasn’t a big deal, but the longer it went on, the more unbearable it became. The misophonia you suffered from flared up, and every sound felt like a personal attack on your sanity.

“Jungwon,” you called out, trying to keep your voice steady, but the irritation was evident.

He didn’t seem to notice your tone, too engrossed in the video. “Yeah?” he replied, not even turning to look at you, his eyes glued to the screen.

That was it. The last straw. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Jungwon, I swear to God, if you don’t stop that stupid video right now, I might as well unplug the TV, kick you out, and throw the TV out with you!”

Jungwon’s eyes widened in shock as he finally turned to face you, his expression dumbfounded. He’d never heard you this angry before, especially not over something as seemingly harmless as a video. But seeing the genuine frustration in your eyes, he immediately realized how serious you were.

“I—I’m sorry,” he stammered, quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the video. The room fell into blessed silence, and he looked at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “I didn’t know it was bothering you that much.”

You let out a long breath, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing now that the noise was gone. “It’s just… I can’t deal with it right now, especially tonight. I need a little sympathy, not more noise.”

Jungwon’s expression softened, and he immediately moved to sit beside you on the couch. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, gently pulling you into his arms. “Here, you can have my food. I’ll turn off the TV, and we can just relax together.”

You looked up at him, your irritation fading as you saw the concern in his eyes. He really hadn’t meant any harm, and now that you’d gotten your frustration out, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for snapping at him. But Jungwon wasn’t upset; if anything, he looked relieved that he could make it right.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, accepting his offer and taking a bite of his food. It tasted even better knowing he cared enough to listen to you.

Jungwon smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Anything for you,” he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. And with that, he settled beside you, the two of you finding comfort in each other’s presence, with no mukbang videos in sight.

Ni- ki -남편

You and Ni-ki had just returned home from what felt like the longest, most exhausting day ever. Every part of your body ached, and all you wanted to do was collapse into bed and drift off to sleep. Ni-ki, however, had other plans. Despite having gone through the same grueling day as you, he seemed completely unfazed as he immediately made a beeline for his PlayStation. It was his go-to stress relief, and as much as you loved him, you couldn’t understand how he had the energy to play after a day like this.

You tried to ignore it, convincing yourself that you could sleep through the sounds of his game. But as soon as you started drifting off, the loud, agitating sound of the PlayStation starting up filled the room, followed by the unmistakable noise of gunfire and explosions. You groaned, turning over in bed and pulling the blanket over your head.

But then came the worst part—Ni-ki’s screams. Each time he lost, he let out these deep, guttural growls that seemed to shake the room. His voice, usually comforting, was now the most irritating sound in the world. You pressed a pillow over your head, trying to block out the noise, but it was no use. The sounds seeped through, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Niki, scream one more time. I dare you,” you muttered, your voice muffled by the pillow but still laced with irritation.

He thought you were joking, so he let out another loud yell when he lost the next round. That was it. You sat up, grabbed the nearest pillow, and threw it directly at his head. It hit him squarely, and he turned around, eyes wide in surprise, as he pulled off his headset.

“If I even hear you breathe right now, Ni-ki,” you snapped, your voice low and deadly serious, “I will dig my hands so deep in your throat and snatch your voice box out. Let’s see how you’ll be able to scream again at 3 a.m. in the morning. Ni-ki, don’t test me.”

Ni-ki’s eyes widened even more, and for a moment, he was completely speechless. He’d never seen you this upset before, and it shocked him to his core. He quickly realized you were not in the mood for jokes or more noise.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” he mumbled, quickly turning off the PlayStation and sitting down quietly beside you, looking at you like a scolded puppy.

You let out a heavy sigh, the anger slowly ebbing away now that the room was finally quiet. “Thank you,” you muttered, lying back down and pulling the covers over yourself again.

Ni-ki slid under the covers beside you, cautiously wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.”

You softened at his words, and though you were still a bit frustrated, you appreciated his apology. “Just… no more games this late, okay? I really need to sleep.”

“I promise,” he repeated, holding you close as you finally started to relax. The two of you drifted off to sleep, with no more interruptions, and the only sound left in the room was the quiet, steady rhythm of Ni-ki’s breathing as he cuddled up to you.

[sweettea-and-honeybutter]

Take You There

A/N: I’ve been hearing in the streets that some of yall are tired of smut 👀 (my specialty 🥲) so I present you with a slow burn. I’m not sure just yet how many chapters there will be, and I don’t know how or why this idea came to me but I’ve fallen in love with the story. I also desperately need practice writing stuff other than porn because I have dreams of being a published author some day soooo all feedback is highly appreciated 💕 

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Reign Adisa (black female OC)

Summary: Terry gets inspired in so many ways by a tattoo artist. 

Warning: fluffy and angsty, no smut here so rated E

Length: This mf is 4.1k words long 😮‍💨🥴 my fault

Chapter 1

Wednesdays felt like her secret sanctuary, a rare calm in the whirlwind of her week. Most days, Reign’s life as a young Black woman running a buzzing tattoo studio in the heart of downtown Houston was anything but quiet—ink-stained hands, constant chatter, the hum of machines. Yet, in this moment, she savored the peaceful lull. 

The community had embraced her with open arms, offering support, admiration, and more appointments than she ever imagined this early on. Clients lined up months in advance, eager to wear her art, while others knocked at her door with résumés in hand. Reign was already on the hunt for three more artists to keep up with the demand. It’s been a blessing, but it’s also been overwhelming. 

So Wednesdays, Reign doesn’t take any appointments or walk-ins, she just comes to her studio to create, conjuring up beautifully original pieces to present to the world. Wednesdays helped her stay grounded so she didn’t lose herself in the fast pace of her career. They helped her hold on to her love and passion for her craft, it’s a necessity for her success as an artist. 

Her studio was a reflection of her soul—beautiful, grounded, and something she took immense pride in. She had stumbled upon the space by chance, walking through the warehouse district one sunny afternoon. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed by smooth cement walls flooded the open floor plan with light, offering her the creative freedom to shape the space however she desired. Now, a vibrant neon orange sign reading "Lotus Tattoo" glowed outside, inviting passersby. Inside, the walls were adorned with art from local artists, while plush oriental rugs softened the industrial feel. Scattered lamps cast a warm glow in the evening, and cozy seating areas and lush plants created a relaxed vibe. Bamboo room dividers separated the space for other artists yet to join her.

Today she walked in and began her routine that now felt more like a spiritual ritual which transported her to another world. Opening the velvet mauve curtains to let the morning light in, lighting incense throughout the space to cleanse the energy, turn on her brown sugar playlist so soft r&b can set the vibe, and opening the wide glass garage door at the back of the studio to let the cool autumn breeze in.

She took off her crochet cardigan which matched her shorts, rolled up the sleeves to her cropped Anderson Paak shirt, and swirled her copper highlighted braids into a messy bun. Pushing her glasses further up her nose, she sat at her desk and hunched over her iPad, biting her pen as she imaged how to bring more texture to the hair of the Caribbean mermaid she was working on. 

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Terry’s legs couldn’t stay still, pacing the length of his apartment like a caged animal. The space felt suffocatingly small, no matter how impressive the view of the city spread out below him. The constant barrage of honking horns and blaring sirens seeped in through the open window, filling his head with a cacophony that grated against his nerves. Overstimulated didn’t even begin to cover it. He let out a sharp breath, the simmering rage beneath his skin threatening to boil over. He hadn’t always been this tightly wound—once upon a time, people called him easygoing. But things had changed. He had changed.

He shoved his AirPods in, cranking the volume of "Killing in the Name Of” until the defiant shouts and pounding drums drowned out the noise in his head. As the music pulsed through him, he stormed out of his place, locking the door behind him with a sharp click. Instead of heading toward the elevator, he veered toward the stairwell, taking the five flights down two steps at a time, as if the rapid movement could outrun the memories chasing him.

Sure, everything had worked out on paper—the Shelby Springs police department was under investigation, the chief and a dozen corrupt cops were behind bars. Cases were being reopened, and lawyers from across the country were flocking to defend the victims of that backwoods nightmare. Hell, Terry had even won half a million in his lawsuit against the city. But what did it all matter? Mike was still gone. After pouring everything he had into saving his cousin, Terry was left with nothing but an empty victory and a gnawing sense of purposelessness. Lost, adrift, and suffocating beneath the weight of survivor’s guilt, he couldn’t shake the question that haunted him: At what cost?

As he exited his building, the midday sun greeted him with a mocking cheerfulness, bright and all consuming. Terry scowled, keeping his squinting eyes glued to the uneven ground beneath his feet as he mindlessly walked the downtown streets. He was so wrapped up in his disdain for life that he missed how people moved out of the way of his hulking form, how cops perusing the streets eyed him suspiciously, how birds scurried away from the sound of his thundering footsteps. 

He walked for 20 minutes in a straight line before his mind finally went numb enough for him to take in his surroundings. He wasn’t far at all from his home, but this side of the downtown had a different feel to it. The buildings were shorter and wider, the foot traffic was less obnoxious, and beautiful graffiti covered almost every wall. He spotted a building that stood out amongst the others with its pristine alabaster paint over the cement and its glowing neon sign. “Lotus Tattoo”.

It had been months since Mike passed, but the thought of getting something permanent to honor him had crossed Terry’s mind more than once—though he didn’t need ink to remind him of Mike’s infectious laugh or goofy grin. As he approached the tattoo shop, he slowed, his fingers brushing the door handle. He gave it a tug but stopped when he felt resistance—it was locked. For a moment, he considered walking away, but movement deeper inside the studio caught his eye. He lingered, torn between retreating and pressing on, before finally deciding to make his way around the back, curiosity quietly pulling him forward.

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She doesn’t hear him walk in through the open garage door, so immersed in perfecting the fine details before her, and Terry doesn’t wish to bring attention to himself just yet. He takes soundless steps into her studio, as if the building itself was emitting a peace so relieving that he could feel the pressure of anxiety roll right off his shoulders. He took a deep breath in, nose filling with the earthy scent of warm patchouli and sweet jasmine. Walking further into her domain, his eyes bright with curiosity take in his surroundings-a chipped and loved on mug, the soft rug blanketing his steps, the petal shaped ceiling fans whirling quietly, and he chuckled silently at her grumbles to herself.

He instinctively removed his AirPods and put them in their case, snapping the lid shut and startling the both of them. Reign straightened her back with a gasp, turning so sharply on her stool that her glasses flew off her face and she toppled over, just barely catching herself in a clumsy fighting stance, knees knocked and hands in awkwardly placed fists. Terry, for what its worth, looked like a deer caught munching in the farmers garden, pupils blown almost wide enough to cover the steel gray, mouth open in a shocked ‘o’, eyebrow twitching from trying not to laugh at her horrible stance and the fact that her glasses slid right to his feet.

“Um…” Terry didn’t know what to say as he raised his palms to her, trying to appear harmless, “I was wondering…do you take walk-ins?” Reign let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and placed a hand over her thudding heart, standing more relaxed but still on guard.

“You almost scared me to death! Yes um-“ she squinted at the ground next to her, trying to find her glasses, “-um yes, normally I do, just not Wednesdays-“ she was caught off guard again feeling a warm hand on her shoulder. When had he even moved? 

Terry stood so close that her nose brushed his shirt as she tilted her head to look up at him. He gave her a ghost of a smile and brought her glasses to rest on her nose, pushing her loose braids back behind her ears and studying her. “There.” His voice was so deep that she couldn’t tell if the goosebumps erupting on her skin was from the sound of it, or from being so close to him. 

They stared at each other a moment longer, him admiring her gold septum nose ring against her beautiful mahogany skin, and her eyes darting between his plump lips and striking eyes. Terry finally cleared his throat and took a large step back, raising a brow at her. Reign blinked away the haze he’d created, her voice coming out high and breathless.

“I do take walk-ins! Not normally on Wednesdays, but what were you wanting to get?” Terry looked away thinking, and Reign used that as an excuse to look him over once more, eyes roaming his heavily toned muscles. He was undeniably handsome, like fine as hell handsome.

He looked back at her and she tried not to squirm under his gaze. “I want to get something for my cousin, today was his birthday.” she watched his eyes darken to a murky green as his expression turned somber, “I’m thinking like 2 fists bumping together, can you do that?”

Reign bit her lip in contemplation and Terry’s eyes darkened even further following that movement. “I can, let me just draw up something for you. It shouldn’t take too long, how much time have you got today?” He gave her another ghost of a smile. 

“I’m all yours. I’m Terry by the way, you own this place?” She shook his extended hand and quickly pulled hers back, feeling heat rise to her ears and cheeks.

“Reign, nice to meet you Terry. And yup, only been in this studio a few months. I was working out of my home before.” His eyes were piercing, she felt see through, and turned back to her desk to start drawing something for him. “Gimme like 15, feel free to look around!” She called over her shoulder, and it took Terry a moment to move, far too interested in watching her. 

He walked around her space with purposefully loud steps, mindful of not startling her again and glancing at her every once in a while. He picked up a binder from a floating shelf in front of him, flipping through the pages to see her drawings and creative polaroids of her work. He found himself drawn to her black and white pieces, struck by how realistic her portraits are. He flipped through more and more pages hoping to understand how her mind works, how she was able to capture a moment in time so realistically.

“Terry!” Her voice calling out to him had him coming to her immediately, surprisingly eager to be used as her next canvas. “What do you think?” She put her iPad in his hands and he listened as she explained what she wanted to do with the shadows and fading around the edges, but his mind was going back to the last time he fist bumped Mike, the last time he saw him alive.

“It’s perfect.” His voice was tight with emotions and Reign watched his jaw tick at holding back all the things he wanted to say. She wondered earlier if she’d regret taking work on her off day, but sensing the grief coming from this man, it must’ve been divine timing that sent him to her today.

“I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you show me what size you want and where you’d like it?” Terry nodded and started taking off his shirt, and Reign took a surprised step back watching his body flex. He somehow looked even bigger now. She schooled her expression to be professionally indifferent as Terry pointed to his right pec, opposite his heart. 

“Here, and this big” he measured it out with his hands and Reign gave an awkward thumbs up, not trusting her voice just yet. She turned to print the stencil out for him and cleared her throat.

“Okay, we can do that. For that size my rate is-“

“I’ll pay whatever you want. I’m grateful you took me in on your day off.” Reign shyly glanced back at him over her shoulder and locked eyes with his very earnest ones. She gave him a small smile and continued on to prepare everything she’d need. 

Terry watched her steady gloved hands come up to gently press the wet stencil onto his skin, he bent his legs slightly to make it easier for her, and she whispered out a thanks. He didn’t say anything, transfixed by her presence, her gentleness, the sweet jasmine scent he realized was coming from her. He unintentionally flexed his muscles under her touch and watched her swallow tensely. He wasn’t unaware of his effect on women, but he liked that she was actively trying to remain professional. It was cute. 

“You wanna take a look before we start?” Terry nodded and she showed him to a mirror, standing behind him and off to the side, watching his face for any signs of dissatisfaction. She finally got a genuine smile from him, tiny but meaningful, as his eyes gleamed at the outline of the fists on his chest.

“I love it” he turned to her and she could see the smile had actually reached his eyes, and she returned it right back to him “I’m ready.”

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Terry, reclined in the comfortable leather seat, swept his eyes over Reign’s decorated skin while she worked on him, taking in the mismatched beauty and history of her story. “Did you do any of these yourself?” He asked quietly, referring to the artwork scattered on her body.

She pulled back from his arm to get more ink and glanced up at his face giving him a secretive grin. She was becoming addicted to his voice. It’s so deep, and quiet. There’s a heavy bass to it that could’ve been intimidating and over powering, but she could tell he’s choosing to be gentle and laid back. It was creating a growing intimacy between them that she hoped he felt too. 

“Mhm I did a few of these” she replied distractedly, now focused on putting more ink on her needle. 

“Which ones?” She liked his curiosity, and liked that he wanted to talk.

“Hmm I did this one on my thigh” she said offhandedly, now getting back to work, the hypnotic buzzing filling the space again.

He studied the imposing and fierce Medusa taking up most of her thigh, some of the snakes cut off by her shorts. The details were amazing, it almost looked like a Greek statue. Terry was impressed she did it upside down and it still looked stunning. 

He hesitated a moment, not wanting to upset the tranquil environment she’d created, but he wanted to know more of her story, now privy to the fact that the both of them have a painful past. He wants to know how she got to this point of inner peace, he wants to get there too. 

“Is it true?…what they say about Medusa tattoos?” She blinked at his question and her hands stilled, caught off guard, having gotten lost in the music still playing and the buzzing of her gun and the black ink on his smooth skin. 

Reign’s teeth worried her lip, biting and pulling as she debated whether to answer that or not. She chanced a look at his face and his piercing eyes locked with hers. She felt like a butterfly in an empty jar. Delicate, exposed, with nowhere to hide. Not everyone gets a Medusa tattoo for the same reason, but she knew exactly what he meant. She simply nodded and refocused her attention to the veins of the fist she’s crafting.

She continued working and missed the dark shadow that fell over his face. He was trying not to imagine what the sorry excuse for a human did to her, he was trying to ignore the urge to bring the matters of justice into his own hands. He was well equipped with delivering justice, and something about her let him know that she deserved her vengeance. She saw his fist clench from the corner of her eye, and she told herself he was reacting to the carve of the needle in his skin, not the weight of her truth. 

“I’m sorry that’s part of your story.” She gave him a surprised little grin, taking note of the gruffness in his voice she’d heard before.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, every protagonist experiences canon events. If this hadn’t been part of my story, I might not have this passion for creating safe spaces for people.” He stared at her face, her brows slightly furrowed and tongue just barely peeking out of the corner of her mouth. Most of her attention was on marking him with pristine lines, so her honesty flowed from her unfiltered. 

He took in the entirety of her studio again with a new perspective. The healing warmth of the sun seeping in, the calming music lulling him into a state of serenity, the sectioned off booths that created some privacy for her clients but not so much that they feel caged in, the art on the walls depicting black love and black excellence. Damn. She did a hell of a good job creating lightness when the world can be so dark. He found that inspiring.

He wanted to ask her more but “Take You There” began to play from her speakers, and her voice softly hummed along, she was lost in her own world and he was happy to let her be. It was interesting watching her work. She seemed reserved and shy speaking with him before, but now her hands moved confidently, her expressions changed as she concentrated, her scent was positively intoxicating and her braids tickled his skin every time she moved her face closer to his body. 

The pain grew more intense as she shaded a particularly sensitive spot above his nipple, and Terry groaned quietly, tightly closing his eyes and leaning his head back to rest on the seat. 

“I know I know, I’m sorry” Reigned murmured barely being heard above the sound of the tattoo gun, “You’re doing so well though Terry.” 

He tried not to react to that, but the mix of the pain keeping him grounded to her, and her sweet voice, it was getting to him. He hoped she didn’t look down any time soon. She had to roughly wipe the excess ink away from his skin before continuing, and he instinctively hissed at her through his teeth.

“I know soldier, we’ll be done soon” his eyes flew open at that and she paused to get more ink, looking him over. “I noticed the work on your arms. I’ve given my fair share of military tats” He nodded, forehead slightly damp from this whole ordeal.

“Do you wanna tell me about this one we’re doing today? Just if you’d like to share, I’ll be done in about an hour.” He didn’t say anything at first, just taking a quiet moment to feel the influx of emotions that bombarded him today, and she didn’t push him. Then he began to speak, gingerly revealing what happened in Shelby Springs, compelled by her peace to find healing in this moment. His eyes were clouded over, lost in the turmoil of his past, that he missed her frown of recognition. She’d heard about the horrors going on there in the news. Her heart ached for him.

She let him talk, and she listened intently as she worked, nodding and humming every now and then. He grew quiet and his whole face softened with his eyes closed as Reign drowned his freshly completed tattoo in the cold saline solution, gently wiping and repeating the process a few times.

She gave him a sad smile, so many thoughts swimming behind her eyes as she cleared the emotion from her throat before speaking. “All done” she tossed her gloves in the trash can, “lets go take a look.” She stood first, bending and stretching, her back popping from where it was curled over his body. Terry followed suit slowly, standing to his full height and stretching his arms over his head. 

Reign looked away quickly, walking over to the mirror to wait for him, begging her hormones to relax. This was not the time nor the place for this, he’s a new client for fucks sake. She shook her braids out of their messy bun to relieve the tension in her neck as she watched him approach from his reflection in the mirror. He eyed her form appreciatively, not at all subtle about it either, and she played with her hands, trying not to feel so small next to him. 

His eyes finally landed on his tattoo and immediately tears filled them. He hung his head silently as the tears fell down his cheeks and Reign panicked, not knowing what to do or say to help. She stepped closer, letting instinct guide her hand to gently rub his upper back. She peered around his body, trying to get a glimpse of his face in the mirror, and she watched his chest heave one deep shuddering breath. He brought big palms up to wipe his face before he looked up again, keeping her rooted to the spot with his sincere gaze. 

“Thank you.” his voice was so deep and swimming with emotions, and she felt a lump swelling in her own throat. He wanted to say so much more, but he couldn’t at this moment, feeling a dam break within him. He just stared at her, imploring her with his eyes to understand the impact of what she’d gifted him. 

She nodded, rubbing his back one last time before stepping away from him. “You’re most welcome Terry, thank you for trusting me with your story.” It was his turn to nod, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  She turned away from him and went to find the wrap she would use to cover the tattoo, giving him some privacy with this new piece of his cousin he’d carry around with him forever. 

He made his way back to her when he was ready, and she began the quick process of covering his tattoo in protective wrap, explaining how to take care of it and telling him all the things he shouldn’t do in the next few days. Terry shrugged his shirt back on as she cleaned up the area they occupied, and he could fill a pit form in his stomach. He was hooked on her already, and the thought of leaving her so soon was bringing back the empty feeling he thought he’d left on the outside of her haven.

He sent her his payment from his phone, including an incredibly generous tip, and cut her off as she began to protest being paid double what she’d expected.

“I’d like to take you to dinner, Reign.” She froze, rich brown eyes wide behind her lenses. He kept going at her hesitation, “I’m pretty new to the city, and I haven’t met anyone worth knowing here until you.” He stepped closer, invading her senses with his provocative woody scent. “I’d love for you to show me all the places that make you happy, and I heard the quickest way to anyone's heart is through the stomach.” 

Reign smiled at that, it somehow wasn’t corny coming from such a fine ass man. “You got me there soldier” Terry smiled back to her and took her phone from her grasp, placing his number in it and shooting himself a text. He looked at her from underneath his lashes giving the phone back, and she swore she felt her knees buckle at the devilishly playful glint in his eyes.

“Is tomorrow night too soon?” She couldn’t resist his deep voice and overwhelming presence even if she wanted to, and her body had been growing warmer and warmer the longer he stayed in her space.

“I-I can make time for you” she stuttered embarrassingly at feeling the rough pad of his finger brushing her ear as he moved a braid out of her face.

“Good.” He walked backwards from her, hands in his pockets which seemed to make his biceps bulge, and he smiled softly at her “I’ll see you tomorrow pretty Reign.” he turned and she watched him saunter out the back of her studio, her breath returning to her when he was no longer in sight.

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Fuuuuck I didn't realize writing something without sex in it was so hard 😅 idk if I have the stamina for a slow burn but I will certainly try, just know that the smut will come with a damn vengeance! Please let me know what you think! this is my first time doing an original character 🥲💕

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[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Since you said you were looking at requests could you please do something with Dom Daryl with overstimulation, breeding, and cockwarming? Maybe after the savior war trying to get pregnant or any later seasons Daryl? It’s almost 6:30 in the morning so those are just the prompts that came to me first, anything you write with them will be wonderful, thank you 🩷

If I get a Little Prettier, Can I be Your Baby?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria (post Savior's War)

Warnings: Poorly written smut; p in v; cockwarming; forced orgasms; overstimulation; a hint of breeding, I guess? A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. Gods, I am so sorry for making you wait! I'm even more sorry that I was all over the place with this so I hope it's just good at all. I tried, Anon! I promise!

���S’the matter? Thought ya wanted this?” 

Daryl was sitting against the headboard, just as bare as you. You straddled his hips, stretched around his cock and had been for—well, you weren’t sure. He had kept you there, softening slightly every once in a while only to press a thumb against your swollen clit to quickly bring you to orgasm. Your convulsing walls brought him to fully hard within seconds. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done it, sometimes not even needing the stimulation. He would be throbbing with just as much need inside of you and still worked at you until you came, shuddering and whimpering his name like a mantra. 

“Please, Daryl, I need—”

“Ya need to sit there ‘til I say diff’rent.” His voice was low, gravelly. Stern, even. You felt your cunt clench and his hips jerk. You were so sensitive, yet still craving him. He could work miracles with those fingers but being so full and stretched without feeling him drag along your inner walls was torture. He wasn’t cruel, never. There was a safe word in place, always, no matter who held the reins. Whether out of sheer stubbornness or overwhelming desire, neither of you had ever used it.

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach, his muscles twitching with each miniscule movement you made, though you tried to sit stone still. 

The battle with the Saviors had been won. Negan was imprisoned. Alexandria was being rebuilt. Everyone was working together and there was, for at least the time being, a feeling of relative peace and safety. While you had never officially married, you had become Mrs. Dixon in every way except on paper, and that didn’t seem to matter much in those days. You and Daryl had talked about a family before, but always seemed to find some reason to deny yourselves. His worries of becoming his father, Wolves, Saviors, and of course, the dead. There was always something. 

It wasn’t until Daryl had been locked in Negan’s cell that he came to realize that waiting was futile. The world would never be safe. If you wanted to have children with him, he loved you enough to travel that road with you. He’d love his children because they were a part of both of you.

This? This was the first session in what would be many “practice runs.” Or maybe one time would be all it would take. 

“You’re bein’ such a good girl. Wanna cum for me again?” He smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting that finger carve a trail down over your collarbone, circling your left breast before he pinched and rolled your nipple. You gasped and arched your chest toward him, making him hiss when your hips shifted. 

“S—sorry, sir.” You gasped, breathing heavily from just that slight stimulation. If he fucked you now, you feared you’d cum so quickly that it’d be embarrassing. From the twinkle in his eye, it didn’t seem like you were going to have a choice. You let out a squeak as he flipped you to your back, never separating from you but punching a moan from you both with the slight friction. 

“Think I’ve had enough’a toyin’ around. How ‘bout we get to work on puttin’ a baby in that belly?” Pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth, he hooked the back of your right knee over the crook of his elbow and rolled his hips. You pulled back from him, lest you bite his lip, which he’d honestly probably rather enjoy. Another deep thrust saw your hips rising to meet his. He didn’t stop you or reprimand you, so it was safe to say this was all about the endgame.

“Fuck, you feel good.” You whined with your nails scratching over his shoulders, red marks all the way to where you settled your hands on his ribs.

“Yeah?” He knew the answer, even if he did make the next snap of his hips a little rougher. Raising your head, you nuzzled your cheek against his and placed your mouth against his ear.

“Don’t hold back.” You whispered, licking the lobe and then the spot where his pulse raced. Daryl growled, letting your leg drop. When he reached up to grab the top of the headboard with one hand and then the other, you knew you were about to get absolutely ruined.

And couldn’t have been more turned on by the thought.

With a smirk of your own, you chose to let your legs fall open as wide as they could, almost to the point of painful. You were soon digging your nails right into his buttocks. It started with a cadence of rough snaps, his pelvic bone and the coarse hair above his cock slapping against your oversensitive clit. He chuckled above you, knowing exactly why you were making those sinful little noises. Your humiliatingly slick cunt squelched with each push and pull of his cock, only adding to the debauchery that could potentially be heard by the others in the house.

You only dug your fingers in harder, drawing up your knees but keeping your legs wide open. “Come on, Dixon.” You panted, biting back a cry when the next thrust made you see stars. “I thought you wanted to fuck a baby into me. Put in a little effort.”

It was that moment, you knew you had fucked up. 

Daryl went motionless, looking down at you through that curtain of sweaty, dark hair. He had one brow arched. He never let go of the headboard but leaned down between his arms until he was nose to nose with you, the most deliciously wicked smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. 

“Ya better hold on tight, Sunshine.”

The first thrust shunted you straight up to the headboard, one hand releasing its hold on his ass to slap palm down against the wood and protect the top of your head. And then he was absolutely ruthless. Fucking feral. He used his hold on the headboard as leverage and fucked you at a pace you’d never experienced. Soon, you had let go of him altogether, both palms planted firmly against the smooth surface above you. You couldn’t stop shouting long enough to even let him know you were cumming. Once, twice. A third sparking to life low in your belly. His grunts and groans above you were just fucking delectable and you distantly wished you could focus on the sounds your pussy was coaxing out of him but the feeling of him just absolutely splitting you in two took precedence. 

“‘Nough effort for ya?” He panted, slowing only slightly, just enough for you to see him scanning you for any signs that you wanted to stop, that you needed to use the safeword. You scoffed at him. However, you couldn’t seem to speak, so close to yet another orgasm. You saw his grip loosen, knew he was getting concerned, so you communicated your consent by flattening your feet on the mattress and rolling your hips up to take him deeper, both of you groaning. He worked his way back to the same brutal pace, his cock swelling and twitching inside of you. He was close.

You were closer.

Drawing in enough breath, somehow assembling enough presence of mind, you moaned out “I’m—I’m close—Please—”

Daryl grunted, dropping down from the headboard with a hand on either side of your head. “Let go, Sunshine.” He commanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You had just felt the first tendrils of pleasure rip from your core when he thrust twice more, stilling against you and holding himself deep with a guttural moan, his muscles spasming and body trembling. “Fuck!” You were too lost on whatever cloud he’d sent you to, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Your chest was arched into him until you felt the burn in your muscles suddenly dissipate and you collapsed to the mattress, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. 

Daryl was still thrusting into you lazily, dragging out both of your orgasms until you just couldn’t take anymore and twisted your hips to the side with a whine. He let you lie down flat again before gently, slowly pulling out of you, barely moving himself over before he collapsed into a trembling heap. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, burning as it slid across the flesh of your abused cunt.

It never failed that no matter how fucked out he was himself, your well-being came first. Rolling his head toward you, he gave you a once over. “Y’alright? Did I hurtcha? Ya didn’t say—”

“I’m so good that I don’t think I’m ever coming back down to earth, thanks.” You blinked lazily at the ceiling before turning your head, letting it lull toward him to meet his eyes with a lopsided smile. “My god, Daryl Dixon, you just rocked my world.” 

God, you loved it when he blushed. He could be an absolute beast in bed—as he had just proven—and then go red as a tomato—as he currently was. Licking his lips slowly, he turned to admire the ceiling at the same time you did. 

“I’ll get up in a minute an’ get us cleaned up.” He was finally starting to sound like he had found his lungs and put them back in their rightful place. You lazily waved a hand. “Are ya really alright?”

You nodded, smiling stupidly once again. “I may not walk right for a few days.” You moved with a wince. “In fact, when you get up to get that towel, can you grab me a wheelchair? I think you dislocated my vagina.”

Daryl, of course, looked mortified. “Oh, come on. I’m fine. Just a little sore.” Propping up on your elbows, you grinned at him. “Besides, payback’s a bitch and next time, it’s my turn.” He mumbled christ under his breath and rolled off the bed, staggering toward the bathroom while you stared intently at the perfect round of his ass. “I’ll find the blindfold and handcuffs tomorrow!”

[daddyyy88]

Needy | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

summary: Eddie has never given it all to you because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you refuse to wait any longer. You want all of him and you want him now.

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (I think), squirting, overstimulation, ?

sorry this has taken so long I don’t know writing hasn’t exactly been my top priority because I’ve got a lot going on but I’m still writing as often as I can so new fics are gonna be slow but I promise I’ll be back to posting like I used to soon

The first time you saw Eddie’s dick, you were honestly worried. One, how the hell does he find pants and underwear big enough to fit that thing. Two, how were you ever gonna get it inside you.

He knew that look. A lot of girls wore the same look when they saw him for the first time. He didn’t understand it really, he knew he was a little blessed but he thought he was just a little above average.

So naturally, he went down on you and fingered you till you came 3 times to make sure you were relaxed and wet enough for him to stretch you out. You’d honestly never felt anything as good as Eddie’s cock, and ever since then you’d been obsessed with it.

You’d be calling every night begging him to come over, or to come pick you up just so you could feel him deep in you, feel that overwhelming stretch that felt better than anything you had ever felt before. He didn’t mind too much, he found it adorable how needy you’d get, whining about how much you need to have him inside you.

You almost always got what you wanted, but not entirely. He never sunk all the way in. Majority of the time he was on top, and even when you were on top he’d still be holding you still while fucked up into you. He didn’t want you to sink all the way down and hurt yourself, he knew he was thicker at the base and he didn't want you to go too far.

You had begged and begged him to let you try and see if you could take it, but he would never let you. No matter how hard you begged or how much you tried to force yourself lower, he always managed to stop you.

But tonight, oh you were getting what you wanted. You’d been the horniest you’ve ever been in your life the entire day, feeling your slick stick to your inner thighs whilst you worked and noticing a wet patch on your seat when you got out of the car, you knew you needed him and you needed all of him.

“Ed’s, put the book down” you said as you came in, throwing your bag on the dresser and unbuttoning your work shirt. Holy shit did he hate that shirt, he hated it because it was so provocative and they always gave everyone a size smaller so they would attract customers with their “attractive waitresses.”

But right now, oh god you looked sexier than ever. Your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup making your eyes look darker and even more attractive. He wanted to devour you and make you cum till you couldn’t think anymore.

You worked your shirt off, stepping closer to him as you unbutton your shorts. You got to the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off before slipping your shorts off as well. He grinned at you as you climbed on top of him, resting your hands on his ribs as you leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm, baby” he groaned through the kiss, his voice low and raspy making your pussy clench around nothing. You moved your hands to his chest, grinding down on his half hard cock. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist hard.

You lightly tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled away, nodding at you. You got his shirt off and he smiled up at you, toying with the straps of your thong. You bit your lip and he sat up, running his thumb along your bra strap.

You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting him slide it off of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect” he said and scoffed, burying his head between your breasts. Kissing, licking, sucking, he was all over your boobs for a good few minutes.

Once he seemed to finally move on, you got off the bed and said “take off your pants and boxers…please,” He shook his head and complied, groaning when you took your panties off and he saw your bare cunt, slick spreading on your inner thighs.

You whimpered softly as his huge cock sprung out, leaking precum as he hissed, jerking himself off for a little relief. You smiled and crawled on top of him again, running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, watching his cock jump as you felt his thighs up a little.

“Baby please…I need you. It hurts…” he said and you giggled. You bit your lip and lined yourself up with him, sliding down a little and stretching yourself. He sighed relievingly and squeezed your tit in one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip as he moaned at the feel of your tight, warm, and wet pussy on his sensitive tip.

“Go slow, babe. D-Don’t hurt yourself” he grunted out, he’d kill to pound into you till the sun rose but he never expressed it, because he would never risk hurting you. You groaned and started bouncing on him, not going all the way just yet.

He moved a hand to rub at your swollen clit, moaning loudly as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over again. “Baby…fuck, I love this pussy” he said and you smiled.

You grabbed his hands, forcing him to lie on his back slightly and held his hands as you continued bouncing on his cock. He grunted, abs tensing slightly as the pleasure consumed him. Perfect, just what you wanted.

You smirked, kissing down his jawline and neck. Once he was plenty distracted you sat up, his arms still above his head squeezing the pillow now to ground himself. You placed your hands on his chest and bit your lip, quickly sliding all the way down till your clit touched his little patch of pubic hair.

You gasped, moaning loud as your pussy stretched around him, feeling so so full you couldn’t believe it. “Babe!” Eddie shouted and grunted, shuddering as his cock throbbed. Your brows furrowed, jaw dropped as you moaned like crazy.

“Eddie…oh- oh I can barely take it- y- y-your so big- Eddieee!” You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. He breathed a little heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back, kissing you gently.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect!” He said and you whimpered. You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself. He was so deep, and so thick you could already feel yourself getting close.

You only bounced a few more times before you were cumming hard, screaming Eddie’s name and squeezing his cock so good he couldn’t even think straight. “Haggh! Good girl…yea, cum so f-fast on daddy’s cock” he said and you cried his name, whimpering as your orgasmed continued to hit you in waves, your clit twitching hard as your pussy spasmed around his dick

“I- Uhh! Eddie! It’s too much- it- ahhh!” You moaned, tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. He gently pulled you off and you panted heavily, resting against his chest. “Eddie…” you giggled and he hummed, caressing your hair.

He was a little upset at you for doing it without warning and pushing yourself too far, or so he thought. “Need it again…please?” You begged and he furrowed his brows. He sighed and said “it was too much for you”

“No, I want it again” you said and looked up at him, straddling his lap. He kissed you softly and said “you just calmed down from the first one, baby you need to relax for a second” “Ed’s…” you whined, pawing at his chest.

He rolled his eyes and said “turn around then,” You smiled and turned around so your ass was facing him and he sat up, getting ready for you to sink down on his cock. He kissed your neck a few times and said “come on, babe, let me feel that pussy again,”

“Thought you wante-” “shut up,” he whispered as he pushed you down on his dick, making you whimper. You let out a strangled moan, your thighs tensing slightly as you got used to the feeling again.

You took all of him, whimpering and writhing on his fat cock. He grunted and squeezed your hips, biting your shoulder slightly. You groaned and started to bounce, holding one of his hands and reaching behind you to pull at his hair with the other and keeping him buried in your neck, just where he liked.

“Fuck! It’s so good- it’s so good!” You babbled mindlessly. He grunted and chuckled, palming your ass. You were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t know if you were gonna be able to get him there before you came again.

He smiled as he watched you bounce on his cock, face twisted in pleasure as you pulled at his hair and squeezed his hair. He grunted and said “could watch you ride me all day, gorgeous…”

You mewled at that, groaning harshly when he started to fuck into you slightly, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of you. He smiled and ran a hand over to your front, pushing down on the bulge of his cock in your lower tummy. You gasped and looked down, moans growing louder at the realization of how big he was and how deep you were taking him.

You whined, crying out as you started to clench hard around him. He groaned and bucked his hips harder, wanting to cum with you. You gasped as your legs shook, a sob racking your body. You didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were cumming so easily and so hard you couldn’t handle it.

“Fuck, babe…so sensitive,” he said, rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted all over him. Your whole body was shaking, your breathing all kinds of messed up and your moans and whines flowing out freely.

Your mind felt fuzzy after you finally stopped, nearly slumping over if not for Eddie holding you. He got you off his dick, laying you next to him as you panted hard, clinging to him. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at his angrily red cock. He needed to cum so bad, and he knew you didn't mean to but fuck he was really worked up.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you started to apologize and he shushed you, kissing your head and holding you close to him. He smiled and said “it’s alright, princess. I know, I know, you just can’t handle me, hmm? Too big for my little princess”

You mewled, peppering kisses on his jawline as slick gushed from your pussy again. You were so tired and sore but you wanted to make him cum and you’d do anything to get him there.

“Ed’s…” you whimpered, grabbing his hip. He shook his head and said “babe, uh uh, you’re gonna overdo it. I’m good, I’ll take care of it” “no, no Eddie….please” you said and he sighed.

“One more,” he said and you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed you softly, swallowing the moans you let out when he cupped your pussy, playing with the stickiness between your folds and toying with your clit.

“So wet, baby,” he said, jerking himself off a little to get him somewhere. You gasped softly, your breathing shaky and irregular. He grunted and you mewled as you watched him fist his cock, the tip reaching above your belly button.

“I want it Eddie,” you whined quietly, looking up at him with pinched brows. He cursed at how adorable you looked, getting into missionary so he could see your pretty face while you came around his cock.

“Yea? What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he said and your breath hitched as his mushroom tip circled your clit. You whined and said “I…I want your cock, I want all of it! I want your cum inside me, please!”

“Shhh, pretty girl. I’m gonna give it to you real good, don't you worry” he said and kissed you softly, sliding himself in and thrusting at a good pace. Not too slow, not too fast, just enough to let you adjust to the feeling.

“Awh, so fucking tight…” he grunted and you whimpered. You squeezed his shoulders, nails digging in his skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, moaning Eddie’s name and squirming as he began to drill his cock into you.

He grunted, sucking your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. God, he was a slut for your tits. Whining into your boobs, he sped up his pace as much as he could.

“Mmh…Ed- E-Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted, panting softly as his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusted hair, your pussy swallowing his dick and making him see stars. “fuck…” he whispered, squeezing the sheets beside you.

You whimpered, hands tangled in his hair as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Shit- shit uhh…oh god, I’m close!” You moaned and he moaned into your ear, your pussy squeezing him deliciously.

“I’m almost there baby….agh! Almost there!” He said and kissed your neck a few times, squeezing your arm slightly as he tried to keep the same angle that was making his dick throb so hard he thought it might fall off.

“I can’t….ahh! Don’t stop, don’t stop till- shit- till you…fuck!” You cried out as you squirted around him again, you were so sensitive but you needed him to cum at least once. He rubbed your clit, making your eyes roll back as your legs shook hard, stomach clenching as he thrusted as fast as he could until he finally exploded in you.

He nearly screamed as he came, burying his cock deep inside you, grunting and panting as he came endlessly. “Y/n- fuuuck! It’s too good- it’s too- ughhh!” He groaned, pumping his cock into you a few more times as his cock throbbed inside you.

“Baby…hey, hey look at me,” he said and caressed your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you whimpered, looking up at him. “Hurts…” you whimpered. He kissed your head and said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I knew I should’ve stopped I’m sorry. Why didn’t you use your safe word, huh?” “Just wanted to make you cum…” you muttered tiredly.

He sighed and started to pull out and you winced, pulling at his hair. “Ahh- babe! You know it’ll be okay once I’m out. Just relax,” he said and you sniffled. You curled over on your side once he pulled out, panting slightly.

Eddie grunted and stood up, collecting himself as he quickly realized that was not just any orgasm. He groaned and grabbed a towel to clean himself off. He winced, his dick super sensitive from the most amazing sex you two have ever had.

He put on clean underwear and made his way to the side you were facing, brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to do anything, you know? We don’t have to finish with each other, I don’t have to finish inside you, none of that. I only want you to feel good” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You moved to lay on your back and sighed as the exhaustion took over. “What about you though?” You asked, playing with his hair. He chuckled and said “I always feel good with you baby”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, wearing stupid boyish grin. He smoothed your hair back and kissed you softly, humming into the kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He said and you blushed, looking away.

Taglist: @readsalot73 @hellfire1986baby

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[shy-writer-999]

hm… any thoughts on who’d do something like orgasm denial or overstimulation on their s/o as “punishment” for like, not taking proper care of themself/getting hurt/trying to sacrifice themself/etc? and maybe what that’d entail?

I think we need more of dom Sanji … so this is what I have for u. I was initially thinking Zoro and Ace but I have written sooooo much for them the past couple weeks so let’s mix it up! see below the cut for what i came up with. idk what to call it but its like 700 words (๑>◡<๑) also i read through it once or twice so it is far from perfect -- plz excuse any typos for the moment! if you were hoping for someone else, send smth to my inbox for my pseudo-kinktober thingy and i can cook something up...

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It had been a long, rough, and scary day. You almost got yourself killed by your own careless mistake, and you were in denial about how close it was. After Chopper cleaned up your wounds, you slinked back to your room and sat on the bed, mulling over what happened just a few hours ago.

When Sanji knocked on the door softly, he told you how worried he was about you, how sick he felt the whole time, and how relieved he felt seeing your face after such a long time. He kissed every part of you that he could, peppering you with kisses and treating you like you were something precious.

After a couple hours of cuddling and sweetness, you ended up with blond hair tickling your face and deep groans rumbling in your ears. Sanji’s cock dragged over your g-spot countless times—you were in bliss, about to let go and give into the euphoric fervor of your climax. It felt so good to be back in your beloved’s arms, even better now that his cock was buried deep inside.

“S-sanji, ‘m gonna cum, keep going.”

He froze.

“C’mon baby,” he growled in your ear, feeling your walls pulse and constrict around his cock, but staying completely still. “You think I’m just gonna let you cream on my cock after what you pulled today? Almost getting yourself killed?”

“Sanjiii please, I want it” you pouted and whined, trying to move your hips to no avail. He brought a hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m being serious, gorgeous.” His tone was stern and all the lust in it seemed to disappear. “Never put yourself in danger like that again. You don’t know how fucking worried sick I was. Never play with my heart like that again.”

You frowned. “Sanji, I won’t. Now move.”

“Listen to me. I’m not going to move until I’ve gotten through your thick skull. Never put yourself in harm’s way again. Repeat it back to me.”

Your voice strained. You were starting to get desperate—he was just sitting inside of you not doing anything. It was going to drive you crazy. You had a shit day and just wanted him to fuck the pain away. “I promise I won’t ever put myself in harm’s way again, Sanji. I promise.” The pleasure and need were getting to your head, you’d do anything he said at this point.

“Never?”

You shook your head and glared up at him. “Never.”

“Now tell me how bad you want it.” He smirked and you complied, shamelessly.

“I want it Sanji. Please. Need your cock in me so bad.”

When he decided you’d begged enough, Sanji pulled out of you slowly and plunged back in. He fucked you hard and angled his tip so it pressed on your sensitive spot with each thrust. He rubbed your clit so much that you came within a few minutes, but he wanted to get his fill, so he kept fucking you.

“’s too much Sanji,” your eyes rolled back in your head, and you were shaking from the overstimulation.

“Too much? That’s what you get. That’s what you get for putting yourself in harms way. Do you understand?”

You nodded furiously and didn’t say anything else. The only sounds that left your lips were moans and mewls for him. The overstimulation was overwhelming, but he made it feel so good. Anything he did with his cock was mind-blowing, toe-curling magic.

By the time Sanji came in you, you had absolutely no clue what was going on. The pleasure whisked you away somewhere, but you were brought back to reality by his kisses.

“Good job my love. Don’t forget what you promised me, okay?”

“Mhm, Sanji. I won’t forget. I promise.”

He petted your head then asked you if you wanted to cum again, and of course you said yes.

[wekiamo]

Could you please write Bill Kaulitz smut (can be Tom instead of Bill if you prefer)

dacraphylia but with overstimulation 🤭 just eating her out till she is crying

Pulling his hair but that just makes him go harder and him finding a way to make reader sit on his face

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✧ take it - tom kaulitz smut

warnings: +18 and nsfw content, smut, oral (f!reader receiving), dacraphylia, overstimulation, english isn’t my first language

a/n: tysm for the request anon! if y’all like it i might make a part 2 with the rest of the request. loved the idea, dear ✨ anon 🖤

we have just arrived the hotel room and tom already pushed me against the wall hardly, making me groan from the minimal pain. i’ve been pretty much teasing him all day, in many ways.

- didn’t i tell you not to tease me? - the taller boy said before attacking my lips, giving me an intense kiss in a fast rhythm.

tom, still in the kiss, started pulling my pants down. after he took off my pants, he slapped my cunt through my panties. he took them off and kneeled on the floor.

- so wet. were you that desperate, babe? - tom teased me sliding his hand through my cunt, feeling my liquid while his other hand rested on my ass.

he rubs my clit for a little, before giving the area a slap once again, making me groan from the unexpected move.

- i asked you a question - he says in a rough and authoritative tone, focused in my lower body

- yes, shit - he gives my pussy a long cat lick - i was - i admit.

he smirks as i say that and starts kissing and sucking my cunt mercilessly.

- oh my god - i moan rolling my eyes - go slower, fuck!

it’s literally impossible to stop moaning at this point, and he kisses the area in a ruthless pace too. tom ignores what i say and keeps tongue fucking me, now making visual contact with me through his lazy hooded eyes. my legs weaken at the sight almost making me fall, before he pushes them against the wall, straightening them again.

- don’t go weak on me now, princess. take it like the good girl you should be - he pulls away for a bit but rubs my cunt in the same pace instead as he speaks, soon returning to eat me out.

after a few seconds i cum inside his mouth but that doesn’t stop him. after swallowing my liquid, tom starts eating me out me even faster now and i can't do anything but try to hold back my moans by biting my bottom lip. i pull his hair but that seems to make him go crazy. he starts sucking me harder and deeper, making me let out a really loud moan. fuck, how can he make me feel so good? it’s all too overwhelming, and i end up tearing up from all the pleasure. he seems to enjoy it though, as i feel his breath and groan into my pussy as i whine. my moans mixed with my tears start echoing through the room, and i feel like crying even more. i shouldn’t cry, but i love it. i cum for the last time and tom licks it all swallowing it again while i try to catch my breath

- sorry for making you cry, baby. but i’ll do this more often - tom says after he stands up and puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. he licks my tears on my cheeks and gives me a quick and gentle kiss - you up for another round?

[marvelobsessed134]

Kinktober day 8: Overstimulation with Kate Bishop

A/n: catching up on all the kinktober fics! They might be a bit short but at least they’re something.

Pairings: Best friend!Kate Bishop x Fem!Virgin!reader

Warnings: overstimulation (for a virgin at least), vibrator use, kind of pervy!kate, dom!kate, sub!reader, embarrassed!reader, praise kink, and I think that’s it.

Summary: your friend finds something rather interesting while she’s snooping around in your room.

Kate’s always been…nosy. It’s just in her nature to snoop. Ever since she was a kid when she’d go to friends houses, she’d wait for them to leave for a minute so she could dig through their stuff. Sometimes she got caught, sometimes she didn’t.

This time, Kate was snooping in your room. The two of you have been best friends since highschool, both coming from rich families therefore going to the same high end school.

Not that the two of you acted like it anyway. You guys always act like fools. And that’s the fun thing.

The archer waited for you to go use the bathroom before immediately heading towards the small jewelry box you had on your dresser. She’s curious on what you’re hiding inside.

She opened it and started digging through the pretty necklaces and bracelets before stumbling upon something that really peaked her interest.

A small bullet vibrator. She smirked and felt herself throbbing as she thought about you using the toy. You aren’t very open about your sex life, she only found out you were a virgin two weeks ago when it spilled out of your mouth because you were playing truth or drink and was already so drunk. The brunette has always had a crush on you. And she’s been fantasizing about all the things she wants to do to you.

“Kate, I’m ba-“ you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what she was holding up. Your face immediately turned red, your facial expression mortified.

Your best friend turned to you with a calm smile, “What’s this little contraption doing in here? Kind of unsanitary if you ask me.”

“I- um- I- it’s a- uh-“

“Vibrator.” She finished for you and you nodded.

“Have you ever used it?” Kate asked calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world. You didn’t respond which prompted her to walk over to you and lightly grip your jaw.

“I asked you a question.”

The authority she had over you and the tone of her voice made you weak in the knees. Your face now bright red, you responded, “Yeah but- I’ve never cum. I- I always stop because it feels overwhelming.”

Her lips pouted in sympathy, “poor thing, you’ve never experienced the pleasure that is an orgasm? Don’t worry. I can show you if you’d like.”

You don’t know how you decided to nod your head and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. You kissed her back, having already known how to kiss someone, you’re a virgin, not stupid.

“Come and lie down here baby.” The archer said sweetly. You laid down on your bed, and watched as she positioned herself between your legs before pulling your jeans and panties down.

“Already so wet?” She teased before powering on the vibrator and slowly pressing it to your clit. Your mouth opened wide and you couldn’t help but scream.

She rubbed it up and down and between your folds. She rubbed it in deep circles on your sensitive bud.

“Oh god ah!” You screamed.

“So sensitive. Though that makes sense since you’ve never been fucked before.”

You squirmed underneath her as she continued her assault on your pussy.

“Ohhhh no Kate stop! Stop! It’s too much. Too much! I can’t take it! Ahhh!!!”

“Shh, you can take it it’s ok. Come on baby it’s gonna feel so good.” Her words soothed you and she rubbed it faster and harder on your clit. You felt that itchy, overwhelming sensation that both felt so good and so overstimulating.

You brain was getting fuzzy, you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Katieeeee!”

“Good girl come on you can do it. Just take it ok sweet girl?”

Your eyes were shut tightly as you gripped the sheets. “Oh fuck! Oh, oh, oh….!!!!”

You felt like you were going to explode, and just like that you released all your sweet juices. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh my god.” You sighed.

Kate took some of your cum with her fingers and sucked them into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, I knew you tasted good.”

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 29: Aftercare with Chan

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: mentions of overstimulation...that's about it, it's all actually really soft

Summary: Your doting boyfriend wants to take care of you after absolutely ruining you.

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“You can take one more for me, baby.” He urged, coaching you as yet another orgasm barreled towards you. You’d been at it for what felt like hours and you were certain you’d be extremely sore tomorrow. You couldn’t wait.

“Please- I’m so close-” You sobbed, tugging against the restraints. He had you tied to the bedposts and was currently rearranging your insides as you laid helpless beneath him.

“That’s right. Let go for me, baby. Show me how good you can be.” He cooed breathlessly as his own orgasm threatened to take over.

His coaching was the last straw and you found yourself bowing up off the bed as you came undone for what you hoped would be the final time tonight. You couldn’t take any more. You sobbed as you moaned his name, the pleasure overwhelming. Molten pleasure filled your veins as he too let go and came deep inside you, grunting your name as his orgasm took over.

He kept thrusting into you until both of you were left with only the aftershocks of pleasure, then his hips came to a halt and he began to shower you in kisses. “You did so well for me, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He praised, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Shh, I'm right here, baby. I’ve got you.” He cooed when your tears showed no signs of stopping.

He quickly untied you and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back and playing with your hair to sooth you. You clung to him like a lifeline as you began to calm down, sniffles and hiccups becoming few and far between. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He whispered and kissed your temple.

Once you were calm and just clinging to him, allowing him to sooth you with soft touches, he pulled back a bit. “How about a bath for my sweet girl?” He suggested with a soft smile. You nodded instantly and he gently released you just long enough to get up from the bed. Then you were back in his arms and he was carrying you towards the bathroom.

You didn’t speak as he placed you on the cool counter, watching as he began to draw a bath. He looked gorgeous like this, caring for you. You loved when he was like this. Loved the way he doted on you.

You watched closely and he dropped your favorite bath bomb into the tub as it filled and bit your lip to suppress a tiny smile. He caught you though and smiled as he stepped between your legs. “You okay, pretty?” You nodded and leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek. “You handled it so well. You deserve to be rewarded.” He said softly as he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

You finally smiled and nodded at his words, loving the way he was doting on you. He always took such good care of you, especially after an extreme session like that.

You watched as he stepped away and turned the water off before allowing him to scoop you up and gently deposit you in the tub. You took a moment to appreciate the way the water swirled around you, the bath bomb leaving a pearlescent sheen to the purple water. Then he stepped into the tub behind you and you immediately leaned back against his chest once he was settled.

“You’re so good, baby. So sweet and soft.” He praised with a smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and let his hands pass over your stomach soothingly. “My perfect girl. Can I wash your hair for you?”

You nodded immediately and he quickly grabbed your shampoo. He wet your hair then squeezed a healthy amount of shampoo into his palm. After lathering just a bit, he began to gently massage your scalp, the scent of the suds filling the air around you.

You felt yourself relaxing under his touch and smiled softly as he pampered you. “Thank you…” you finally spoke, glancing over your shoulder at him. “For all of it.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You know how much I love taking care of you.” He grinned and kissed your cheek before grabbing the shower head and cutting it on. “Look up for me.” And then he began to rinse your hair, his fingers still massaging your scalp.

He cut the water off after he was done and then his hands began to roam, grabbing a washcloth and gently scrubbing the mess from your body. You let out a soft sigh and leaned further into him, spreading your legs when he moved to carefully clean you up. You loved the care he took with you and the way he made sure every inch of you was perfectly cleaned before he hung the washcloth to dry a bit on the side of the tub.

“Let’s soak a bit, hmm? Then we’ll rinse off and go to bed.” You nodded at his words and settled even closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you. “Hey princess?” You looked up at him. “I love you.” He whispered and pecked your lips.

You smiled softly at his words and pulled him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Channie.”

[shuhwaa]

Miyeon | Dacryphilia [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 20 (G)I-dle Miyeon x fem!reader words: ~800 genre: smut (dom!Miyeon, reader is handcuffed to the bed, begging, edging, implied orgasm denial, use of a vibrator (all reader receiving), dacryphilia) warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamics

“M-miyeon…” you whimper her name with no strength left in your voice as she ceases all movements once again and you whine in frustration when she pulls the toy she’s been using on you all the way out of you. You don’t know for how long she’s been edging you now, but what you do know is that it’s been too long, and you’ve hit your limits in every single way you can think of. Meanwhile you find your girlfriend smirking down at you as she’s kneeling above you and drinking up the sight of you sprawled out and fucked out in front of her.

“What do you want, my sweet girl?” she coos and then she leans in to get a better look at your face, cupping your cheek with one hand. You tear at the handcuffs she used to tie you to the bed in response, frustration bubbling up in your stomach once again, and the pain against your wrists where the metal hit you a little too hard only fuelling that feeling. “Is it getting too much?” Miyeon adds, concern reflecting in her gaze now.

“N-no…” you answer, letting yourself relax. “I mean-... I just wanna cum so bad…” You let the resignation take over you, willing to beg for her if that’s what it takes to finally give you what, at this point, you don’t just want, but need. 

“I’ve been playing with you a bit too much, haven’t I?” she says, thumb caressing your cheek. She leans in, and even a gentle kiss placed on top of your sternum makes you whimper now, from how overstimulated and desperate you are. Miyeon kisses her way up quickly, and as her lips are hovering above yours, you can feel her breath against your skin as she speaks,

“I’ll let you cum. But I wanna hear you beg for it first.” Before you can respond in any way, she presses her lips against yours, kissing you slowly but passionately. You feel her pushing the vibrator back inside you, turning on the first setting and you moan into her mouth, once again tearing at the handcuffs.

“P-please…” you whimper as soon as she breaks the kiss, sitting up on top of you and watching you. “Let me cum… need it so bad… p-please…!” Tears well up in your eyes as you speak and you’re slurring the words a bit from how exhausted you are, but you keep going nonetheless. “Miyeon… baby, please… please let me finish, please…” With tears now running down your face as your girlfriend thrusts the toy in and out of you and you can’t help but buck your hips along with it, she gasps at the sight in front of you. Reaching out her free hand, she wipes the tears away, then she lets her fingertips dance down your body.

“You were that desperate, hm?” she says. “I’ll give you what you want then.” She turns the toy’s setting up, and you throw your head back at the sensation. You know you won’t last for long at this rate, and so you keep whining at her to finally let you cum.

“So cute… you’re even crying because you can’t take it anymore…” you hear Miyeon mutter, watching you fondly as you continuously lose control underneath her. “Cum for me, baby… you’ve put up with more than enough to deserve it.” You cry out at her words, letting the pleasure overwhelm you fully, and mere seconds later you feel yourself clenching around the toy. Your orgasm shakes your whole body, mind washed empty as all you can do is whine with every wave of pleasure that’s about to sweep you away. You let the tears of relief run down your face as your girlfriend fucks you through your high, and when you eventually come down from it, you feel the exhaustion take over you.

Miyeon is quick to free you from the handcuffs, kissing your wrists thoroughly where she can see slight bruising, and then she presses her lips to your forehead.

“Do you need anything? Water?” she asks, and you weakly shake your head, attempting to reach out for her. She understands, and with a soft chuckle she wraps you into a safe embrace, caressing the skin on your arms. “You did so well for me, baby,” she praises you. “Did you enjoy yourself or did I go too far?” You shake your head, and when you look up at her face to find her smiling at you, you mumble,

“It was amazing…”

[mikachacha]

hi, i’ve been overwhelmed with work today and wanted to request maybe reader coming home from work really tired and overstimulated and just wants to be babied and taken care of by bada?? please and thank you😘 i love you

Smile (Bada Lee x Café Owner! Reader)

Synopsis: You come home after a bad day and just want to cuddle up with your girlfriend

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of breakdown, some karen in the beginning

A/N: From angst to fluff real quick 😌😌

"You didn't tell me this coffee was hot! I burnt my tongue! I'm suing you and this establishment!" you looked at the Karen in front of you and you wanted to just slam her down the counter, tell her she's a dumbass but no, you didn't wanna make a scene or make things worse. You sighed and approached your employee and the screaming customer, having to fake a smile to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Hi, what seems to be the problem here?" you asked, trying to stay calm since you're the café owner. You're just starting so you can't afford some negative review from a Karen at the moment. You tried your best to handle the situation and managed to settle things down with a small compensation just to get that person out of your café. You feel so burnt out, you just wanted to go home and snuggle with Bada but you can't. It's not closing time yet.

You feel like losing your mind as hours ticked by. It's just not a good day for you, so many complaints from customers, some supplies weren't delivered so there was a shortage, it was just pure chaos so by the time you came home to yours and Bada's shared home, you just went straight to your room and broke down. You felt physically and mentally exhausted that day.

"Baby? Hey.. What's wrong?" Bada peeked inside the room and found you crying. It was so unlikely of you to cry so when she saw your current state, she became concerned. She came to your side and immediately wrapped her arms around you, placing soft kisses on top of your head and rubbing your back. She just let you cry out until you felt better, she never left just so you feel that you're not alone and she's just there for you.

"Bada.. I don't know if I did the right thing. I don't know if opening a café is the right thing to do, I don't know if I can handle doing this everyday.." You sobbed out and she wiped your tears away, placing kisses all over your face.

"You're doing great, baby.. You're doing so great. Today is just a bad day, yeah? How about this, you don't open tomorrow. I'll also take a day off so it's just you and me spending time together tomorrow." Bada's presence and voice is melting all your stress and worries away, she makes you feel relaxed and all you can do is snuggle up to her, basking in the warmth of her embrace.

"Really? Can I take you out on a date tomorrow? It's been a while since we went out.." you asked her, your eyes still brimming with tears and Bada cupped your cheeks with her palms, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Of course. We'll go on a nice little date, maybe a little picnic at the park and watch the sunset together? But for now, let me take care of you. My baby is so overwhelmed with work today, huh? Go, take a shower. I'll put the towel and your clothes in the dryer for a bit so they'll be warm when you're done. And then, I'll order some fried chicken and we'll eat and drink tonight." She says and you couldn't help but tackle her in a bear hug, thanking her over and over again. She really knows how to make you feel better after a bad day.

"You're the best.. You really know how to make me feel better." You told her and she just kissed you before ruffling your hair, making you whine out.

"Babe, we've been together since middle school. I know you like the back of my hand like how you know me. Now off your cute ass go. Let me baby and pamper you tonight." She smiles and ushers you in the bathroom so you can take a shower.

True to her words, Bada did provide you with a warm towel and clothes when you got out. She even dried and brushed your hair for you, pressing some kisses here and there. She really pampered you, doing skincare together and she did everything while you just sat there to relax.

"Thank you, baby.. This means a lot to me." you told her as you sat together to eat dinner. She turns to look at you, smiling. She looked at you with that smile of hers that made you fall in love with her in middle school. That same smile brings peace to you until now, years later.

"You know that I'd do everything just to make you feel okay again.. I love you so much, Y/N. It hurts me to see you cry and doubt yourself.." She pulls you in for a hug and you sighed out in pure contentment, you felt safe and loved whenever she's around.

"I love you, Bada. I'm lucky to have you." you say and kiss her. Though your relationship wasn't smooth sailing, you wouldn't want it any other way. It's perfect just the way it is.

[drdemonprince]

I just read your piece on mindfulness, I was really touched by your authenticity in sharing how much it just sucks to exist in the world as an autistic person. I relaize I had defensively rejected the idea of mindfulness without really stopping to learn what it's really about, and your article was so enlightening. Your honesty in sharing how rough a time you had really drove home the fact that mindfulness is really about completely immersing yourself the rawness of the human experience. Personally, I find joy easily and I find that I'm often mindful about the positive, appealing, beautiful aspects of the world. I have a much, much harder time dealing with discomfort and suffering (except in kink!). I have a tendancy to shut out everything uncomfortable, especially painful stimulation, "negative" feelings, and the people around me. Your piece inspired me to challenge myself to be mindful while overstimulated, triggered, and extremely anxious in a grocery store (aka hell on earth). Spoiler alert: it really really sucked. But, I definitely processed a lot more of what was going on in my mind, and my body. I noticed how tense I felt in my chest, and learned how it took hours for it to dissipate. I noticed how busy it was in the store, and how the narrow aisles and close proximity to other people made me agitated and scared. I know now what will happen if I go there again at that time of day, and can adjust my plans to shop there again accordingly. I noticed the ache of the trauma shrapnel in my mind, and I percepted that just beyond my reach parts of me were processing and feeling really difficult things. I know that if I listen enough I will learn what is going on, and be able to process it consciously. The last thing I noticed was at the check-out. At this point I was desperately trying to escape so I was practically flinging my items into my backpack. I was completely overwhelmed by the chaos I felt in my being. But when I paused to pay, my attention shifted outwards. I realized how kind the cashier had been to me. I knew from her body language and tone of voice that she understood that I was having a hard time. She was so empathetic and kind during such a short interaction, at the end of her shift, towards someone who could barely look at her. I was so touched, and have thought of her every day since. Thank you for your article. I can't wait to notice, and feel, and learn more, into perpetuity.

Wow. This is beautiful. This is exactly how I experienced embracing mindfulness to better understand my own sensory issues and overwhelm, after years of rejecting the idea as stupid, woo-woo, and unpleasant. Attending to all the ways in which your environment is disabling you is PAINFUL, but it really can generate a ton of insight. When we know exactly what is triggering us, and what is moving the needle up and down, we can self-regulate by making tiny adjustments that make the painful a little more bearable. And then we get to appreciate little oases of peace and grace, like the one you experienced with the cashier. So lovely. Thank you for sharing this with me. <3

Here is the piece, for those who didn't see it:

[bboricha]

insubordinate

"that seems a little… inappropriate, don't you think sir?"

“relax! once in a while can't hurt, it'll be fine.”

✦ +18 ONLY, MDNI🚫

✦ pairing: childe x afab!reader

✦ wc: ~500

✦ cw: nsfw, not proofread, unprotected, dumbification, dom!childe x sub!reader, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia if you squint, lmk if i’ve missed any

you’re currently face down ass up on the couch inside of the 11th harbinger’s office.

with the 11th harbinger’s dick inside your guts.

you can’t recall how this even began–let alone think at all–your brain melting with every hard thrust that childe has to give. his large hand is holding you down by the base of your neck, the other gripping the fat of you ass to get a better view of your dripping hole.

“–hey, hey! aw, can’t hear me anymore?” has… he been talking this entire time? anything he’s said is beyond you, you can’t hear anything or respond. the only thing you know how to say at this point other than moaning is his name.

“haha… god, you really are too far gone, how cute.” he laughs without any pauses to his thrusts. his hand snakes around you neck, pulling you up with your back flush against his chest as he starts placing kisses on your shoulder. he licks a stripe up your neck, biting your earlobe as he mutters something about how he should’ve done this sooner. his other hand finds its way to your already abused clit, rubbing harsh circles as you quickly grab his wrist in a weak attempt to make him stop.

"sir, i-i can’t… take anymore–” you gasp as he bites down on your neck, leaving a mark that’s sure to stay there for at least a day or two. he’s already given you 3 orgasms so far, it’d be hard for you to take on another. how is the stamina of a harbinger seemingly endless? ignoring your words, he continues to thrust into you, relentlessly hitting that one spot that makes you see stars without stopping his abuse on your clit. tears begin to flow out of your eyes, overwhelmed at the situation. your 4th orgasm of the night hits like a truck, your slick splashing all over the couch as you slump against childe’s body. he laughs delightfully, kissing your cheek as he lays you down on the other side of the couch. you blink absentmindedly, your eyelids are heavy but childe puts both your legs on his shoulders. you whine, trying to weakly push him away, but he grabs both your hands and pin them up over your head.

“shh, shh… it’s ok. i’ll be done soon, just a little bit more, ok?” he pushes his cock into you once more, groaning about how tight you still are even after all this. his pace is instantly rough as he grunts more than usual, chasing his own orgasm now.

“god, you’re like a f… fucking dream…” his thrusts gets faster–bending down to place more kisses on your chest. he suddenly grips you jaw, forcing you to watch him with your last bit of consciousness as he cums inside. his eyes are closed, brows furrowed and laced with sweat as he moans, milking out every bit of his orgasm before pulling out and watching it spill out in satisfaction. he allows you to finally close your eyes as he picks you up, whispering about how you’re now his.

✦ an: this actual in-game dialogue drives me nuts... repost bc it wasn't showing up in tags!!

[igotanidea]

Cheater : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Here's what you have been waiting for....

Warnigs: smut - MINORS DNI, cheating (duh), heavy swearing, threats, fight, hearbreak, no happy ending.

***

“Hello, baby” his silent whisper and hot breath on her face made her feel at home in his arms.

“Mmm, hello” she muttered, turning around to take him in. For someone so bruised and tired, coming straight from the patrol, Jason was surprisingly breathtaking. “Sore much?” the girl planted a chaste kiss on his lips, but he grabbed her waist and made her stay connected a bit longer, moving hands under her sleeping T-shirt in circular motions “Jason!” she scoffed when he switched positions to that she was pinned beneath him, forced to look straight into his eyes, not that she was complaining.

“Not more than usual” he smirked “And I think I still got some power in me if you are up for a bit of work.”

“Keep talking.” She titled her head, giving him more access to her skin. An opportunity he was more than willing to take.

“The things I want to do to you, baby….” He trailed kissing her skin, leaving scorching trails of his mouth alongside. “is not how a good girl should behave.”

“I am dating a vigilante, I suppose I lost the “good girl” title a long time ago and …. Ah, Jace!”

„Feel good already?” she didn’t even blink and her shirt was off, exposed nipples and breasts begging for his attention.

“More….”

“Oh, I have much more for you. Just let me work on you, baby.” He kissed both of those little rose buds eliciting another moan, back arching to get closer to him, hands tangling in his hair and guiding his head lower. He laughed at her willingness and pulled her pants down, exposing her to him fully.

“No underwear?”

“Who in their sound mind sleep in underwear?” she gritted

“I see I’ve taught you well, love. Always be prepared.”

“Shut up and just….”

“What?” he moved down and started kissing along her calf and inner thigh “do you need my tongue or fingers, sugar? You want to be a bad girl? You gotta tell me exactly how you want me to take you.”

“Oh, fuck, Jace…” he was kissing so close to where she needed him and it was getting so hot she could barely withstand it, and yet craved more “I need your dick. Now.”

“As you wish.”

It was amazing how fast he was with tearing his own clothes off, getting naked and ready as he put his weight on her. Such a sweet, sweet weight, pressing her into the mattress of the bed.

“Jason....”

“I’m going in” he panted pushing through her walls and starting pulling in and out immediately “you good there?”

“Yes, yes, yes….” She chanted like some spell, clutching onto his bicep and shoulders, running fingernails on his muscles, whining and begging ‘So good…. “

“Are you close? He asked, even if her face twisted in pleasure, slightly open lips and those whines told him everything he needed to know. The fact was, seeing her like this was definitely doing things to him and he wasn’t sure how long he could last. He grabbed her legs hooking them around his waist, changing the angle, going deeper, stretching her, hitting just the right place, everytime.  “Come on, baby.” Words followed by nibbling on the soft spot on her neck ‘you make me feel so good. Just let yourself go, let me feel you on my cock. “ his soft whispers were the exact opposite of the speed and force with which he was snapping his hips into her. “Come on, babygirl.”

“Jason!” all that overstimulation pushed her into her climax with the intensity like never before. His name falling from her lips got him mesmerized when he rocked her thought it while fighting the overwhelming urge to just cum inside her. To paint her walls with his seed, to fully make her his.

But they talked about it many times before, none of them were ready for kids. Not with their vigilante lifestyle, crazy characters and emotional instability so barely second before explosion he pulled out, messing up the sheet instead of her body.

“One day I will claim you fully, baby” he panted, capturing her lips and kissing so gently so lovingly that if she wasn’t already spend she would initiate another round. “You are just perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jaybird.”

***

“Making me breakfast?” a few hours later, in the early morning, Y/N woke up from the little nap she had and came right into the kitchen, lured by the delicious smell. “Eggs?”

“Nah, I know you don’t like eating them 6 times a week. I made you pancakes instead.”

“Really?” she crossed the floor to kiss him “why so generous all of a sudden? What did you do, Jason?" she raised an eyebrow and smiled at him lovingly.

“What I can say? I like to spoil my girl. And if that gets me another kiss of yours ….”

“I’ll say my thanks after I taste ….”

“How about I give you a taste of something better?” he muttered moving closer to her, whispering in her ear, but she just laughed and took a step back.

“Take it easy tiger. If you think I can’t see all those bruises and cuts of yours, you are wrong. Can’t let you overexercise yourself. Besides, do you remember that we were invited by Babs and Dick for a game night?”

“Exactly. Night.” he rolled his eyes “And that means we have a whole day for ourselves and ….”

“And once we start we won’t ever stop going. So I need to halt you on getting your hands on me. At least for today. “ she smirked “Now. Give me my breakfast and go take a shower, cause baby, I hate to break it to you, but you stink.”

“Stink?” he scoffed “I smell like an alpha male. Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on..” he flexed his muscles, showing off.

“Oh, hell no! Now please stop showing your armpits!” she squealed and covered her nose “GO!” her happy laugh followed him on the way to the bathroom.

***

Jason todd was a skilled, careful vigilante and a perfectionist with a well-thought plan. He used to keep his walls up for so long, until on one of the patrols he met Y/N, who tear them all down. She was making him happy and loved and, however crazy that sounded, safe. He was not afraid to be open with her.

And this was about to become his undoing.

While he was absentmindedly showering, his phone left on the kitchen counter started buzzing from all the texts and notifications.

***

Y/N was the person who never stuck her nose into anyone else business, respecting boundaries and privacy. A few years spend with Jay only amplified that trait of hers since she never pushed him to do anything he would not like, be it physical or emotional vulnerability. So why did she feel the sudden urge, the tingling to sneak a peek at Jason’s phone screen? Was it an instinct? Was that just a curiosity? She wasn’t sure, but what she saw froze her to the core.

And much to her embarrassment it got her digging deeper.

***

She kept the pose for the rest of the day, acting like her normal self, hiding her feelings deep inside and giving her boyfriend an opportunity to come clean.

He didn’t.

And so they left for meeting with the other bats and co. in perfect moods.

Or at least it seemed so.

***

The atmosphere started rolling downhill the second the girls started playing that silly game with silly cards with silly questions.

"Would you ever be able to forgive your boyfriend for cheating?" Babs picked up the first card from the pile and turned towards Y/N.

"I'm sorry, what is this game about again?" the girl frowned, heat and pain forming in her chest.

"It's simple truth or dare." Stephanie grinned, patting her shoulder reassuringly "don't stress too much."

"Extreme truth or dare I see..."

"Come on, Y/n, answer it. After all it's all hypothetical, right?"

"Mhm, right, it's all hypothetical" Y/N muttered, her eyes travelling to the other side of the room, focusing on Jason, who was just casually talking to Dick, unaware of the fact that she knew. Just leaning on the doorframe, beer in hands, that characteristic smirk on his face. Normally she would smile at the view, thinking how lucky she got, but now, now she wanted to wipe that freaking expression off his face. Preferably with the bleach.

Who would have thought that a night game with friends that was supposed to be fun would turn out like this.

“Please remind me whose idea it was to play it again?” she scoffed crossing her arms defensively, body language not lying. The hell she was going to answer that question.

“It was mine!”Dick grinned from the other side of the room, approaching the girls and sting by Barbara, Jason following right after him taking a spot next to Y/N. “You ladies are having fun?”

“Not really” Stephanie pouted “Y/N is a party pooper.”

“Really?” Jason smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple, almost making her mop it down “What did she do this time?”

“She refused to answer the question” Cass explained in her soft voice “Maybe we shouldn’t….” Orphan was the most skilled in reading body language and if anyone was to start suspecting something it was definitely her.

“What was it?” Dick reached toward the card and read the sentence out loud “Would you ever be able to forgive your boyfriend for cheating. Oh my god!” he laughed looking at his younger brother “I think someone’s in trouble here, Jaybird.”

That was the breaking point for Y/N. She simply could not take it anymore.

“If you’ll excuse me…” she stood up an without another word of explanation run towards the bathroom. Her surprised friends watched her escape and then their shocked and accusatory gazes landed on Jason.

“All right, fine, stop it! I’ll go check on her! Geez!” he scoffed getting up, becoming worried and scared for her on the inside.  

***

 “Y/N?” he came into the spacious bathroom, spotting the girl in front of the mirror with fingers clenched on the sink, head hanging low and breathing heavily. “Baby?”

“Don’t you dare calling me that!” she yelled turning around “you asshole!”

“Y/n? hey, what…” only by miracle he dodged the  hairbrush flying his direction.

“You stupid son of a bitch!”

“I don’t under….”

“You slept with her!”

“What?” his eyes grew wide. Oh, fuck.

“You slept with her and then you came back to me to make me fucking pancakes!?”

“Y/n…..”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Please let me explain….” He took a step forward, but she moved out of his reach, wriggling like a caged animal.

“Oh no, you.I swear if you take one more step towards me I will throw a razor at you!"

"You really do have to make a scene at Dickhead's place, do you?" he hissed, his eyes turning black from restrained anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my behavior is gonna make you look bad in front of our friends. Maybe I should even apologize for being the reason you cheated!"

"Stop fucking screaming at me! You could have just waited till we get home!"

"Be thankful I did not, Jason. I swear Dick, Babs, Cass and Steph presence outside is the only thing keeping me from castrating you!"

"Shut up!" he yelled and took a step forward, pushing her into a wall and covering her mouth "AUCH! Fuck, did you just bit me?!"

"I will cut your fingers off if you touch me again!"she reached for the manicure scissors and put them in front of herself in a defensive manner "and from what I get, you like when the girl is loud, don't you?Her moans on that recording she sent you are pretty much the proof of it.”

“Her what now?!”

“Ah, Jason. More, please, you feel so good” Y/n whined, trying to copy the way the other girl sounded and fuck, she was so hot at that moment with her eyes widened in fury, hair messed up becasue of the fight and lips red and swollen. It was the worst timing ever, but Jason found himself getting harder. “WHO EVEN DOES THAT? Was this some sort of your twisted sexual fantasy?! Did it turn you on?!"

"IT DID! The same way it did with you under me and ..."

"You fuck head!” she threw the scissors away and started hitting his chest with her fist, again and again and again.

“If you could just listen to me!"

"Of course, do you have any recording of yourself you send to her?! Whispering her name while you were jacking off?! Probably in our bed!? Probably with me next door or ....." she stopped, her eyes grew even wider, if that was even possible "Oh my god...." she turned away towards the sink, grabbing her stomach, trying to catch her breath like a fish out of water "I'm gonna be sick....."

"Fuck, Listen to me! It did not mean anything! ”

“It means everything for me!” she sobbed, all the anger slowly being replaced by feeling of betrayal and only now he realized how bad he fucked up “you wanted to wait till we get intimate, and fuck I gave both space and time, never pushing on your boundaries! FUCK JASON! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You do realize that the rest can hear us, right?”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE! IN FACT, LET THEM KNOW! Let them know what their friend/brother did. How many times did that happen?”

“Don’t ….” He shook his head avoiding her eyes

“How. Many. Times. Jason. Do not make me repeat myself!”

“Just a couple.”

“JUST a couple?!” she screamed, but it was the final straw. Her brain shut down, unable to process all that revelation. All the energy left her system and he was just standing in the middle of the bathroom, completely quiet staring into the space gazeless.   

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry.” he pleaded, taking her by surprise, grabbing her hand. She did not react at first and he took the chance to kiss her on the lips, but that actually did bring her back to reality when she pushed him away, harder and stronger than ever before.

“You motherfucker! You wanted to beat your brother in the numbers or what?"

"Now you are bringing Grayson into this?! He's a dog! And you'd better not cross the line of comparing him to me!"

"You're right" she smiled wildly, mockingly "you two are nothing alike. you wanna know why? Because once he settled with Babs he let go of that manwhore attitude. Apparently it worked the other way round for you, you ....."

She did not manage to finish that sentence because of the harsh grip on her throat.

"LET GO OF ME!"

***

"Ok, that is enough." Dick spoke since obviously everyone heard that banter not sure if they should react or not. Jason and Y/N never thought before and now, with the hot-headedness they both had it was weird, disturbing and uncomfortable. "We gotta do something."

"If you value your life, you'd better stay here and ...." Steph started but was cut of by a loud thump and Y/N's muffled scream

"That's it, I'm going in!" he tried to open the door, but it turned out Jason was smart (or stupid, depending on the interpretation) enough to lock them "Y/n?" Dick knocked at the wood fervently "are you all right there?! Say something."

'I'm... I'm fine Dick. Go back to girls, we just need to settle something with Jason"

"It does not sound like ....."

"Just mind your own business, Dickhead!" Jason yelled

***

"God, Y/n, I'm sorry" Todd looked at his hands, startled. He could have chocked her. Just because of his anger. "Please, I...."

Was she better than me?” Y/N asked, massaging her throat where re marks were to start bruising soon. Tears gathering in her eyes. How many times can a broken heart break? Was million pieces not enough?

“What?”

“Was she better? Giving you an oral? Letting you fuck her in all those crazy positions I never could? Making you cum faster, harder? Making you feel like a man?”

“No. Of course not. It’s only you and …..”

“Then why, Jason?” her voice was so broken it made his heart shutter. God, what the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t even blame it on Lazarus water or the post-patrol blurry mind and adrenaline. No, it was fully his fault. His responsibility. She trusted him and he broke her into pieces he wasn’t sure he could pick up together again. But he had to try. He just had to try.

“I… I don’t know.” he looked at the floor, felling wetness in his eyes as well.

“Were you bored with me? Was I too much to handle? If you wanted a sex toy ….”

“Please, don’t say that.” He begged falling onto his knees next to her and hugging her legs, to which she surprisingly did not object. “Please, there’s gotta be something I can do to make it up to you…. I’ll do anything, just please, forgive me. Just one more chance.”

“Do you want to know what answer I would give for that question back there?” she was unimpressed by those theatrics he was pulling. Of course Y/N knew he was true in his words, that he was sorry. She only wondered whether it was because he cheated or because his secret found the way into daylight.

“No, baby, please don’t leave me. Not again, I …..” a single tear fell from his eye at the mere of thought of losing her.

“Oh, but you won’t be alone. You got your, wait what was the nickname in your phone? Oh, right, sugarbaby. God I was so stupid for trusting you! Nevermind. Now, you’ll be able to hear her scream your name and writhe underneath you without having any strings attached....

"No, baby, don't throw what we have away."

"We have nothing. Not anymore." her tone was so cold it could freeze the ocean "I despise you, Jason Todd.”

She walked right past through him, leaving him on the cold floor. Sooner or later he would have to get up and get out, dealing with judging looks and harsh words. And maybe some physical fight with Dick. But for now, he could not move a single muscle, just leaning on the bath and hiding his face in hands. She was right, he was a complete fuckup.

***

"Jason called again." Babs announced approaching the coach, Y/N was sitting on. Cass and Steph respectively on her left and right side hugging their friend. The girls jointly decided it would be better for Y/N to stay in their apartment for some time since Jason wouldn't dare invading her here.

"What did you tell him?" Y/N sighed, laying her red swollen eyes on the red head.

"The same thing as I did the previous 50 times he called. To fuck off and leave you alone. You sure you don't want Dick to...."

"No, I don't. This would turn into a bloodbath. I am heartbroken but it doesn't mean I want to have any death on my conscience."

"Dick would be more than happy to have that. He is enraged on your behalf. You know what he said to me after learning what happened?

"No. What?"

"Y/N is a genuinely nice person. She will forget at forgive after some time. But I'm her friend. I get to hold the grudge for her and protect her."

"He did say that?"

"Yes." Babs nodded "And I think I speak for all of us when I say that we second that approach." Cass and Steph nodded

“I know it does not seem like it now, but you’re gonna be fine” Steph assured, rubbing Y/N's shoulders

“I know.” the girl sobbed “it just hurts so bad.”

“Jason is a ….” Steph started but before she could find a proper word Cass interrupted her

“We’re for you, Y/n. whatever you need, you can count on us.”

“Thank you girls.”

“Ice cream, anyone?” Steph grinned

“A bucket please. And the good ones ,not those low fat, low carb shit. If I'm gonna get comfort food might as well indulge myself.

No matter what, she was going to be fine .

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