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The worst thing this episode did to me was make me remember the time I drank weevil hot chocolate
#That was a dark day đ#but when the guy was like âactually weevils were the best partâ#i was like âoh i can confirm thatâ#this occurence may or may not be why contaminated food horror does not gross me out#weevils look a hell of a lot like undissolved hot chocolate#the magnus protocol#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#tmagp 25
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Happy birthday Sammy Lawrence
#i didnât know what to draw so I just doodled him#ink got everywhere#I also missed 414 day#but you know#batim#bendy and the ink machine#batdr#bendy and the dark revival#batim art#sammy lawrence#batim sammy#happy birthday Sammy#ignore the massive ink blot btw#that was an accident đ
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Can you believe there's people who install just a random game just to obtain his favorite character of one of his fandoms, that isn't even their favorite fandom, even though they knew it's a gacha game so it's almost impossible to just get it, like who does that?
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... Sigh đ
#tim drake#red robin#dc#why he doesnt come home?!?!?#dc dark legion#i have been playing for less than two weeks but come oooon#i just want my baby#lucky me i at least have jason and batman#trust that i will get damian nightwing and batgirl toođ#one dayđ
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Sinister Showdown 2024 felt like
#jumpscares you with a surprise finished art piece#i wanted to post it on my birthday but it ended up taking a day longer đ#mephiles the dark#infinite the jackal#why is there no sinister showdown tag đ
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Got Pavlova on 2nd 10 pull i did with added bonus of fckin mystic flour???? Thanks pavlova???? Plus 2 other epics like bro what
#josh talks#cookie run#i think i only need Dark Cacao and Eternal Sugar now to complete ancients and beasts?#but so far it seems my eternal sugar luck is not nearly as good lol#but its still day one so im not worried#anyway i was planning to have some eternal sugar and hollyberry art out today but i dont think thats happening đ
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sorry everyone but to me the dark brotherhood is like a weird sitcom family you join midway through their third season. they've all already got established dynamics and relationships and my character is walking in to add a little extra drama to an already-moving plot. we don't even get to the friends stage before whatever climactic awful thing (usually me) happens to them
#every day of my life i wake up and still feel no interest in screwing lucien lachance. we're just not like that. i'm sorry all#writing about alindra is fun bc when i played that save i did all the questlines i could but i think in her 'canon' she is fully not part#of the dark brotherhood. it's thieves guild and mages guild only for her. but it means i cant go see my friends in their sanctuary đ#this is why i like the dark brotherhood questline in oblivion more than in skyrim btw though both are strong#i LOVE moments in oblivion where the story tells you you are not the most important character#it always feels like things are on a much slower simmer for the hero of kvatch. the dragonborn walks in a room and starts leading a faction
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âWhoâs your new friend?â (Salesman x reader)
Summary: Your dadâs dark stranger is the one for you. Too bad about his cruel streakâŚ.
Contains: sit down chicas this is a LONG one, plot but gratuitous p+rn, dads!friend au, rough sex, edging, pussy spanking, heâs mean :( , choking, drugging, everything IS consensual bc Iâm tired of everyone writing him as a domestic terrorlzing rapist, heâs still psychotic and unhinged tho, just not psychosexual because psychotic traits donât always translate to sexual violence, your dad is sweet but trusting and naive, squirting, pussyspanking unprotected sex (donât be a dummy, wrap your gummy) begging, degradation, praise, cursing, reader is a bit of a bitch, light dom/sub dynamics, his cock is stuuuupid fat bc I said so and have eyeballs, ur 22 in this period and heâll spit in your mouth in the next installment of this series :)
A/N: Yeah, he got me yâallđ Gong Yoo sexy, fine, tall, handsome ass got međIâve been tripping out for 17 days straight over this man soooâŚ
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You knew your dad often had strange friends but this one takes the cake.
Raising a skeptical eyebrow at the tall man your father was currently introducing you to. Standing over 6 feet in a pitch black suit he was extremely easy on the eyes with full lips, perfectly styled hair, relaxed posture and not a wrinkle in sight paired with the darkest almond eyes youâd ever seen. You rove your eyes over him once more before looking back up to find him staring back at youâŚ
Yes, he was perfectly lovely but was it too soon to assume something about him was..off?
You feel your face warm at how strong his gaze is but you stare back defiantly, mentally cursing your too trusting dad.
ââŚand since we chat almost everyday during our commute to work- would you guess that weâre both in sales and marketing?- I thought itâd be great to invite him over and talk more in a more comfortable setting!â Your dad says excitedly, smiling as he tells you all about his new friend. The man smiles alongside him, cheeks faintly dimpling and despite your distrust, you canât take your eyes off of him as you feel your heart beat harder in its cage.
âI was going to call to tell you I was bringing company but you know I forget to use that thing.â âThat thingâ being a modern phone to a man who was awful with tech. You scoff but nod to let him know you donât mind (completely) and because you already know how your father is and he continues,
âOh right! Speaking of forgetting, I donât remember if I ever mentioned my daughter even though I know I probably did-â, you listen to your dad introduce you and the man smiles even wider as he steps forward, offering his hand to yours in a shake.
âHow pleasant to meet you.â Holy shit. His voice is a lot deeper than you expected and you absentmindedly place your hand into his waiting one. The way it completely encases your hand due to its sheer size makes your heart stop before it melts down to a warm pool in your lower stomach, settling in your core like hot tea as you breathe out a shaky exhale. His hand is also rougher than you thought itâd be for a simple businessman as it squeezes yours and a quick flash image of that same hand around your throat has you snatching your hand back as you shoot him a tight smile.
âRight. Back at ya. Um, how old are you again?â
âAh. Isnât that improper to ask new people?â
âIâm just curious to how you maintain a career as developed as my dads because you seem so young.â
Oh. Youâre quick witted; that makes things a potential hassle for him.
âWell, Iâm much older than you. Iâm certainly older than your father.â
âHa! Are you also the Emperor of China-â, Youâre cut off as your dad says your name in the way he does when youâre being rude but you ignore it, glaring at the man.
âBe polite! Heâs older so you should speak respectfullyâ, you barely hide the roll of your eyes but your fathers new friend catches it and you swear you hear a huff of amusement from him, the low sound makes you shiver as you turn on your heel to go back upstairs, your dads scolding calling after you.
âAish! Spoiled! Brat! You were so much cuter when you were younger!â
âWhatever!â
âBellybutton lint!â
âOld man!â
âOh yeah?! You wonât be 22 forever!â
The only response he gets back is the sound of your bedroom door slamming while youâre all too aware of the eyes on your back when youâd left. Your dad sighs as he runs a hand down his face. The salesman simply stands quietly, grinning as always as he observes your little spat. Something about it caught his attention though.
âSheâs young.â And your father agrees, insisting thatâs part of the reason for your behavior, you apparently were âmuch nicerâ and he nods in understanding.
âCollege age is tricky. I met her mom around her age and things are so much more different than they were back in our day so I try not to be too hard on her but sometimes sheâs so-!â He tilts his head as he waits for your dad to find the word.
âDifficult!â
Ah. How cute. A little attitude problem.
That honestly doesnât surprise him because most pretty little things almost always had one- you were no exception. Though, you yourself were a pleasant surprise. Heâd maintained a friendly relationship with your father on a mere whim, finding him to beâŚnice unlike most he considered nuisances, so when the man invited him over one day he accepted and as he trailed through the door behind him, taking in the warm tones of your house when he spotted you. Standing near the island by the kitchen in shorts so tiny the wide waistband made them look like a mini skirt, the words âPINKâ on the back and a snug white tee shirt, the blue of your bra peeking through, you walk towards them smelling of fabric softener and cold vanilla. Your hair was down as you stared at him like you were both scared and wanting with big eyes full of suspicion. The gloss of your lips shining back at him as your lips curl during your inspection of him, lightly arched brow raising as you gave him a thorough once over, eyes flicking back up to his when you were done. You were absolutely delicious to look at. Short, smart mouthed, pretty and prissy.
He didnât mind the rude way you spoke to him- no- because your eyes tell. You were weary but interested; cynical in all the ways your father wasnât but that was perfectly fine.
His smile slowly shifted into a smirk as he followed your father to the living room, humming whenever he would speak, but his thoughts were preoccupied.
Thinking of smooth legs on a cute face heâd love to see wet with tears as he spanked your smart ass raw.
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When you went upstairs the first thing you did was grab your headphones and tune out.
What the fuck was your dad thinking??
You huff as you flop on your bed, scrolling through your favorite apps while you tried to slow your thoughts.
Everything is fine.
Your dad always has the most unconventional friends and acquaintances so this was probably just that and you were freaking out more than usual because he was unfathomably attractive. Thatâs it. You just needed to get a grip. But fuck would you love to ride him through the weekend if only he didnât have such a concerning auraâŚand wasnât pals with your dad of-course.
About 2 hours later when you go downstairs to get food and bring it back to your room-answering curtly when your dad asks if you want to join him and the hot stare of the suited man youâre trying to pretend isnât there.
âHard no. Do I look like a nurse? You two senior citizens can play amongst yourselves.â
You sigh when you get back up to your room, FaceTiming your friends as you eat, talking about whatever and whoever before you remember you need to organize some of your class notes and say goodbye before you hang up.
It takes less time than you thought it would so when youâre done, you go about your night routine. Teeth, skincare, oversized cotton shirt, lights off as you put on a movie youâve seen a million times. Itâs harder for you to fall asleep when you can still hear his deep voice through the walls talking and laughing with your dad, shaking your core as you toss and turn- physically fighting the feeling- until you fall asleep.
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Another few hours later, you wake with a start. Somethingâs not right.
You can still hear the tv downstairs but no voices. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and as you turn your head towards your door- pulling the covers off your legs, the sight of a tall dark figure rips a blood curdling scream from your throat. In that same second the figure steps closer, the light from your tv illuminates him and your heart races as you stare back wide eyed at your dads suited stranger friend. Youâre still gasping and reeling as he sits down on your soft bedding, watching with rapt eyes at you trying to calm down from the near heart-attack he almost gave you.
âW-what..what the fuck?!â He smiles as you get up to yell in his face, gesturing wildly.
âWhy the hell are you in my-â, you cut yourself off as another realization dawns on you completely and he canât help the compulsion he feels towards you.
âHow long have you been in my room- wait whereâs my dad?!â If you knew who he was and what he did for a living, youâd be much more agreeableâŚor maybe not and thatâs what fascinated him about you. You were so unusual. Wanting to steer clear of him instead of on, even though heâd piqued your curiosity, you didnât blindly follow like every other nuisance did; instead he was the inconvenience and the way you let him know via sharp words and distrusting looks was something he hadnât gotten in a while. The way you brushed him and your hard working dad off with no more than a pretty glare while probably never having actually worked for anything in your life made him itch to correct you. Make you say sorry- break you back into the sweet girl he knew you could be.
âI swear to god- WHERE IS MY DAD-!â, before you can raise your voice anymore, turning to go find him yourself, heâs pulling you back by your wrist, covering your mouth with his other hand as he hooks his chin over your shoulder cooing at you to calm down - listen to him a bit.
âShh. Your father is alright, had too much to drink so heâs passed out downstairs but safe nonetheless.â You feel your body relax against your will at his words but you still bite his palm for scaring the hell out of you. The pain that blooms up his wrist from his hand makes him hiss against your ear and you wish it didnât sound so good before it trails off into a light chuckle.
âIâm going to move my hand. You wonât scream. Understand?â You roll your eyes but nod anyway and a few seconds later his hand is lowered but he keeps you sitting up against him.
âLook- if youâre some kind of extortionist or blackmailer, my dad only works for clean honest compan-â,
âIâm none of those things.â Huh. Youâre even more confused but the silence that follows he doesnât break instead he waits for you, enjoying your discomfort as you shift against him.
âThen what the fuck do you want? Nothing better to do in your ancient age on a Tuesday night besides creep around?â Your mouth would be the death of you and this might very well be the moment as you mouth off to a complete stranger who could be (and actually is) very dangerous but bravado was all you had. Youâd seen and heard more than enough to know that an older man in a suit visiting a young girl he didnât know in the dead of night never ended well.
âI want to chat for a bit.â You tilt your head a bit in confusion but he takes your silence as the go ahead, making your heart pound when he shuffles even closer causing you to feel his firm pecs through his expensive smelling dress shirt; the heady combination makes your pulse race as you fight yourself on whatever it is exactly that youâre feeling but shouldnât be.
âWhen your father mentioned you, you sounded like such a nice girlâŚâ, the low way he speaks resembles a purr, words vibrating his chest, thick arms holding you tight to him as his warm breaths coast across your chest and neck.
âImagine my surprise when I meet you and youâre nothing more than an ungrateful little princess with a pretty face but very nasty attitude.â You feel your face warm in shame at the blatant way he calls you out, immediately defensive as you shoot back,
âWhatâs it to you? If you want to see some obedient thing then get a boarder collie-!â Enough of that. His hand claps down over your throat, squeezing not enough to hurt but enough to make you shut up as your heart rate spikes, nerves going haywire at the sudden cut of oxygen. You get dizzy quick. Blood rushing through your ears like a current of cotton, hand flying up on instinct to pull at his muscled forearm but it doesnât budge and you whine- biting your lip as your heart beats liquid fire through your body. You were so fucked up, clamping your thighs shut as if that will stop you from getting wet but itâs hard to pay attention to that with a tight hand around your neck and mean lips against your ear.
âDidnât your father tell you to respect your elders?â He tuts out and you nod desperately, willing to swallow your snideness if it meant getting air. He loosens his grip enough for you and you gasp so hard you nearly choke, the sound turning him on more than it should; he grabs your chin so you face him with teary eyes and he nearly groans at how weak you look. The sedatives he slipped in your dadâs drink would last for a while so for now it was just you and him.
âAnswer me.â
âYou first-â, youâre quick to shut your mouth as a smirk grows on his face. A fast learner.
âSmart. Butâ, he pauses to put you on edge before continuing, âbecause I quite enjoy your father and his company, I donât like the thought of him being troubled by anything.â His words are sweet but they also fill you with dread because you know how much you intentionally butt heads with your father. Mouthing off at him just to amuse yourself sometimes. You never meant to stress him but messing with him a little was how you showed your affection.
âThat includes you as well.â He rasps against your neck, nipping the sensitive skin there with more teeth than tongue and you choke on a moan, breathing hard.
âOkay. Got it. I need to be nicer-â,
âNo, you need a firm hand.â Oh fuck. You bite your lip at that, watching through bleary eyes as he rubs his other hand down your chest, brushing your hard nipples through your shirt as he feels up your soft curves. The hand around your throat tightens when he feels you might move but when you donât he doesnât loosen it- instead he rewards you with wet, scalding kisses behind that spot under your ear, suckling down until he reaches your collarbones. Your eyes water from all the sensations as you try to rationalize whatâs going on before you lose yourself to how good you feel.
The hand caressing over your body doesnât stop, threatening to burn you alive with the heat it ignites in you. To make matters worse, you canât even breathe deeply enough to calm down with the hold he has on your neck and youâre reminded of how pathetically wet you are whenever you move your legs as youâre completely naked underneath your shirt. So much is happening but itâs not enough. Fleetingly scarce touches is all youâre being given but you need more. You shouldnât want this, want him- or anything having to do with him- but you do and that thought scares you more than any potential repercussions.
He watches you with an unreadable expression as you shift constantly, sliding a hand under your shirt to cup your tits, flicking and twisting the stiff nubs cruelly between his fingers. Laving his tongue over each bruise heâs left on your neck before choking you harder, making the veins on the back of his hand show and your mouth drops open, hoarse broken moans falling as your hips twitch upwards. This was how he liked you. Melting into him so obedientlyâŚ
âYouâre going to be a good girl now?â He asks like itâs a question but the even in hazy state youâre falling into, you know itâs an order. He loosens his grip again so you can answer, voice hoarse,
â..y-yeah.â The softened tone you use when you respond makes him hard beyond belief and he bites your shoulder with a satisfied groan and you swear your cunt has a pulse. The familiar burning ache is so blinding that you listen immediately when he tells you-
âOpen your legs.â
He almost didnât hear your sharp intake of breath. He barely noticed the way your hips snapped up to hump his hand⌠he was preoccupied with just how wet you were. Your arousal coats his fingers as he slides them between your sopping lips making you keen through shuddering breaths as you try to control yourself. A few hard circles to your clit shatters that control as you cry out, needy sobs falling from your gloss smeared lips while you beg prettily for him.
âPlease! I-! Iâll-anything! Just-!â His hand collar tightens again as he slides two fingers knuckle deep in your spasming hole, immediately curling them towards him, grinding them against that spongy bundle of nerves inside you and the fire thatâs been steadily burning inside you almost makes you black out from how quick it threatens to consume you. Youâve never felt more out of your mind, your cunt so soaking wet itâs audible. White-searing pleasure shoots electricity through every nerve and youâre screaming. Between the fuzz in your head from oxygen loss or the brutal way heâs fucking you with his fingers- the one thing you do know is that if you cum now, youâll faint.
âWaittt- mm-! S-stopp!!â Itâs the struggle of a lifetime to get the words out but you do and when you do, surprisingly- he listens. Taking his fingers out as the strings of your slick drip from them and you cry at the loss, the ache still there but you could at least breathe. You feel a nip at your ear and you only then notice the way youâve rested your weight completely against him.
âHmm? Whatâs wrong?â His voice is thick with arousal from how wonderfully you responded to him. So wet he could taste it in the air as you trembled and cried against him. The water in your eyes spilling down over as they rolled back into your skull. Your face was the perfect erotic expression of tormented bliss as he made you earn air and fight off an orgasm so strong it wouldâve put you in a vegetative state.
The sound of your weak sniffles make his cock ache as he lays back on your bed, maneuvering your hips over his as he opens his pants, taking his length out he moans at the pressure relief. Swiping his fat head through your messy folds but not inside.
âWell? I need you to answer me. Or do I need to get it out of you myself?â You shake your head, lifting your arms when he moves your shirt up off you and now youâre completely naked while heâs still clothed. As much as his stare intimidated you, his attentions felt even better, moaning at the dirty kisses his cock gave your hole.
âWas gonna cumâŚbut you didnât say I could yetâ, you reach up to use his arm as leverage while you wiggle your hips and your submission drives him mad with how much he wants to ruin you.
âAw. Thatâs cuteâŚbut if you came before I let you, what then? Are you smart enough to tell me?â He asks sweetly but the condescending undertone makes you feel dumb as heat blooms in your chest and you will away the fuzz thatâs making it hard to think so you can give him a proper answer. One that would please him. The fact that you even wanted to please him was something youâd have to get back to.
âIâd be in trouble?â You say it like a question and less of an answer and he finds your uncertainty so cute as he laughs indulgently at you.
âClose. Itâs because youâre my good girl. And my girl only does as sheâs told, yeah?â The same trickling tingle at the base of your skull is back again as you mindlessly repeat after him.
âYeah.â He hums, lining himself up with your drooling pussy, sliding in with one thrust. Gritting his teeth with a heavy groan while you choke on a sob.
âFuckinâ tight-!â Deep grunting in your ear overwhelming you in the best way and you lose it from how full you are. You couldâve guessed by his height and frame that heâd be packing but it felt fatter than you would have ever been able to accurately guess, pressing effortlessly against every spot that made you see stars.
You were everlastingly grateful your dad was knocked out because the sounds coming from you and your room were beyond incriminating. Even though he wasnât moving, every-time you did, you could feel the deliciously heavy pressure against your slick walls. Shivers wracking up your body as wheezing fucked out moans left your mouth and you grind down in messy circles until the hand on your throat stops you.
âLook at you. Desperate nâ wet begging to cum. Youâd do anything I tell you, huh? Just like a dog.â
A disgustingly pathetic warble is his reply but he wants more from you, choking you hard as he pinches your sensitive nipples.
âUhhn! Yes!â The sheer desperation in your shaky voice gives him a sick head-rush.
âOpen your legs for me.â
You obey before he even finishes his sentence. Thighs falling apart, cooled air over your center makes you moan wetly as you wait patiently. So patiently that the first heavy slap against your pussy winds you by the time the pain registers. As soon as the sting settles, warmth pools in its place, sensitivity heightened as you wail. The stricken sound makes his cock throb inside you.
âWha-!â, another slap cracks down on your swollen lips, hitting your clit spot on and again and you try in vain to wriggle away.
âYou still need to prove to me that youâre sorry for your behavior earlier.â He says, voice casual but no less mocking and you cry. Tears running down your cheeks as your body struggles to adjust and obey. Before you can shout out however many strings of apologies itâll take for him to let you cum, he strikes your center again, hissing in pleasure at your screams. He feels it. That somehow youâre even wetter, dripping down his balls and smearing your slick all over the front of his slacks. He has half a mind to make you clean it up when heâs done with with you as he spanks your cunt again, biting your ear hard until it reddens.
âIf you cum before I tell you, I promise Iâll make this the longest night of your lifeâ, he groans darkly in your ear. Youâre blessed that you can still hear him through the bass of your heartâs beat and the loud, wet connect every time his hand comes down. You were so close. The sharp sting and the pained pleasure of swelling warmth his heavy hand left behind was too much and your poor clit couldnât take much more. Gasping through your tears, you scramble to find the right words.
ââLease- please! Ah-mâsorry!â Your raspy voice breaks halfway through when lifts you only to slam you back down on his fat length, flicking your sensitive nub when he meanly asks you,
âSorry, I didnât quite catch that. Try again, little girl.â You night just be in for a long night after all.
You could barely breathe from how hard he was choking you, swollen pussy enflamed from countless spanks, and your center was stuffed to the brim as he was so big that he didnât even have to try to hit your spots. You scratch and wrestle with his hand until he loosens it, gasping and whining, you pray you donât come from the instant relief it gives you. The rush settling over you like a fuzzy blanket. He shifts below you and you hurry to get the words out before he makes you come without his say-so.
âIâm- Iâm sorry! So sorry! Please Sir, can I-!â
Sir. You called him sir.
Itâs less of you apologizing but more of you submitting to him, acknowledging him by title that he held superiority over you that pleases him enough to let you cum. Cutting off your sweet begging with more mean, heavy slaps to your wet pussy, basking in your delighted wails as he fucks up into you.
His hand tightens around your throat and this time, you welcome the suffocating pleasure. Scratchy cries escape when they can but youâre so far on the road to ecstasy that you donât even care how you look or sound, chest heaving as your eyes water. Your cunt feels like itâs on fire but you beg him in every way you can to keep going even though you canât take it and he does, groaning against your ear as he rubs messily at your throbbing clit.
âSo good, baby- you can cum. Make your little mess before I make you beg some more-â, he does not have to tell you twice as everything youâve been holding, releases and you do make a mess.
Mouth dropped open as you sob and for the next couple minutes hot unending pleasure is all you know as the stinging slaps get faster, ending with harsh circles on your bud after each one and your hole gets even tighter before you go limp- liquid jetting out of you. He fucks you through it with a tight grip on your windpipe, using you like a snug fleshlight until heâs coming harder than he has in a while at the state heâs put you in. He waits until he catches his breath to slide out of you- whoâs deadweight as he lifts you off him.
Rolling off the bed, the silence makes him look over at you only to see that youâre out cold. His eyebrows raise as he huffs out an amused laugh, fixing his pants before brushing his hand over your pretty face. He might have overdone it he thinks as he sees your face return to itâs normal, less flushed hue. Leaning down, on impulse he presses a kiss to your cheek, his gentlest touch of the night before getting up and covering your worn naked body with one of the many blankets on your bed.
âYouâre a treat in more ways than you know.â
As he stands, before he opens your door to leave, he pulls a card out of his pocket and leaves it on your nightstand then heads back downstairs to get his shoes and jacket. Turning off the tv where your dad sleeps easily and quietly slipping out the door, smiling the entire way. Now he has even more fun.
You.
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When you wake up the next morning, you turn with a pleasant ache and stinging between your legs as you stretch, sighing with a blissful smile until you remember why you ache and who caused it.
Pushing yourself up, you stop when you see a card on your stand, rolling to the edge of your bed, you swipe it off and raise it to your face. Itâs a picture of lollipop, a simple circle on a stick but the words below it make your chest warm and you donât even bother pretending to yourself that you arenât interested in seeing him again.
âNext time Iâll make you even sweeter.â
In part 2âŚ
Or 3âŚ
#squid game#squid game x reader#the salesman#the recruiter#the salesman x reader#the recruiter x reader#gong yoo#gong yoo x reader#squid game smut#the salesman smut#salesman x reader
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đď¸ Save Our Lives đď¸
đ Note: A week ago, I suddenly lost my fundraising campaign after GoFundMe decided to shut it down.
đ° My campaign had reached $50000, but I only received $13000, which means I lost approximately $37000
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I once had a beautiful life with my children and family, but suddenly, we lost everything.
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â Imagine living like this!
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super specific maybe, but can i request something cute with season two rafe? 𼚠like i know he was behaving unhinged most (all) of the time, but like those rare moments with him, maybe after heâd come home late at night after disposing of bodies, and youâd be there in his room half asleep waiting for him :(
saw this video and immediately thought of him https://www.instagram.com/reel/DBHE5mvpTg9/?igsh=MXN2Mm80dThxd3lqcg== đ (also iâm the one who sent the other vid of the little drabble you wrote & i loved it sm!!!)
warnings: slight angst, fluff, heavy petting, kissing, reassurance + comfort, cuddling, mentions of blood
you stirred underneath your sheets, the empty space next to you feeling colder than usual. it wasnât out of the ordinary for rafe to turn up at your place at super late hours of the night, but it still didnât stop the sting you felt in your chest whenever youâd glance at the clock and be reminded that he wasnât here with you.
rafe was going through something, and he refused to tell you anything about what his little ventures consisted of, but you werenât dumbâ youâve seen the blood on his clothes whenever heâd show up with his pupils blown wide, nothing but darkness swimming in his eyes. you knew not to ask him any questions, but you were still curious nonetheless.
you found yourself blinking in and out of sleep, your eyelids growing heavier as the time stretched by. it wasnât until you heard the click of your door when you sat up and saw rafe standing in the corner. âsorry, i didnât mean to wake you..â his voice came out slightly shaky and barely above a whisper. you were quick to guide him to your bed, carefully examining his face as you did so.
sliding his hoodie off, you took his t-shirt along with it so he was left in his jeans. âare you okay?â you straddled him, finally feeling at peace when his arms snaked around your waist. rafe let out a relieved sigh, his bangs falling in his face as he shook his head. âiâm fucked up,â he pulled away, âi donât know whatâs wrong with me.â you shushed him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.
âdonât worry, weâll figure it out, okay?â your words never failed to ease the worry rafe felt deep in the pit of his stomach, your reassurance being the only thing he had for comfort at times like these. you pressed another kiss to his cheek, following up with a series of pecks until a smile cracked out onto his lips, his arms pulling you flushed against his chest.
rafe swore nothing felt better than having your hands cupping his face while you trailed kisses up and down his neck, the weight and warmth of your body against his own making him relax for the first time in days. you continued your ministrations until his eyes fluttered closed and he was resting his cheek in the cuve of your shoulder.
âletâs get you into some new clothes..â you whispered, moving his hair out of his face, âhow does a hot shower sound?â
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summary: how various jjk men react to ur new/unnoticed piercings! incl. nanami, gojo, geto, choso
warnings: veryyyyyyy suggestive (esp in nanami's), (new) piercings, geto's & nanami's is a new relationship type thing. excuse any typos plsđ. 18+ mdni!
a/n: i got like 3 new piercings over the weekend, this is just self indulgent and cute methinks. also tyyy for 700 :3, i'm trying so hard to get over the writer's block. love u all!
choso + smiley piercing!
"i've never been happier to see you," choso groans as soon as he enters your dorm, kicking off his shoes at the door. though his voice is monotone, you can infer he's tired, worn out from a day's work and fighting curses.
"rough day?" you scoot over in bed to allow room for your boyfriend, smoothing out the sheets and flipping your blanket up.
"very." the singular word is the only response choso gives before beginning to strip his uniform right in front of you. as you're watching intently, choso gets almost completely naked before grabbing some clothes he'd left over; a pair of baggy pants and an "i heart my girlfriend" shirt that you gifted him, and lazily putting them on.
"i did something today, cho," you inform him, and chosoâs attention immediately snaps to you, eyes showing that he was obviously wondering.
"whatâd you do?"
you give him a bright smile, all the teeth in your mouth shown to him, the shiny ring glistening atop your pretty gums. chosoâs brows furrow together, his pupils coming to realize there was something new in your mouth, something different about your smile.
"whatâsâŚthat?" he asks, stepping closer and closer and eventually sitting on the bed with you. you giggle at his curious looking, his eyebrows still knitted together in an inquisitive way.
"a piercing, silly," you inform him, carefully flipping up your top lip to show where the jewelry went through the frenulum of your inner lip.
"does it hurt?" choso leans in even more, straightening his eyes with the freshly pierced hole in your mouth.
"not really, just a little bit," you tell him, letting go of your lip and pressing a quick peck to chosoâs lips. it catches him off-guard, chosoâs face lights up red because he thought he couldnât kiss you. smiling triumphantly, you pull away from your boyfriend.
"itâumâit looks really pretty on you." choso compliments, "can i kiss you again? please?" and heâs so sincere and sweet, always asking permission for everything. so endearing, really, even with his deep, dark voice.
needless to say, when he kisses you again, choso is making sure to flick the jewelry all around with his tongue, faintly enough to not hurt the new wound. and it becomes a habit from thereon.
gojo + bellybutton piercing!
"i missed you so much, baby."
satoru is on top of you, arms caging you in while you lay underneath him, smiling and feebly grasping the biggest part of his bicep. it had been over a month since you'd seen your husband, he'd been away on a business trip for far too long.
"did you miss me?" his words are drawn out and dramatic, like always, like he was teasing youâbut he was practically always teasing you.
"yes, satoru," you blankly reply, "i missed you."
just before you can roll your eyes, gojo's kissing you, a bit enthusiastically, but you quickly melt into his touch. as annoying as he could be, you loved him, you missed him. you had longed for him the moment he leftâthat was a fact you couldnât deny.
as quickly as he meets your lips, satoru leaves, disconnecting himself to trail down your torso that was draped in a way-too-expensive t-shirt of his. but the one thing that doesn't leave you is his eyes, he keeps an intense stare on your face as he moves lower and lower towards your waistline. his fingertips dance along your sides before pinching the fabric of the bottom of the shirt and slowly lifting it up.
his eyes are no longer able to stay on yours when he catches a glimpse of the sparkly blue rhinestones on each ball of the jewelry stuck through your navel. of course, you chose the shade that best matched satoru's eye color.
"no way!" satoru exclaims, beaming with a new-found excitement for the little hole in your tummy, "you actually did it?"
"yes, satoru," you repeat, threading your fingers through the white tufts of your husband's hair.
gojo's nimble fingers come to play with the jewelryâthe size comparison comedic from how large his hands are. he studies the now fully healed wound, moving the jewelry all around and practically forgetting the previous heated mood.
"do you like it?" you somewhat nervously ask, intimidated by the tedious investigation of your bellybutton.
"yes, duh," satoru dramatically quips, "you think i should get one next?"
nanami + nipple piercing!
kento had tried so hard to ignore it.
you didn't mean to distract him, really. it was a simple mishap at first, not wearing a bra when kento came over. but after the first time, he didn't seem to mind, he was gentlemanly enough. his eyes stayed avertedâwhen you were looking at him, at leastâso you took it as a green flag to remain braless when he was at your house without worry.
but nanami's only a man.
so here you are, after work, after your boyfriend had come over, ranting to him in your kitchen about your boss and whatever bullshit you had to put up with that day. but your words land upon deaf ears, noise drowned out by the sight of the little hearts poking out from the shirt you're wearing. he's sat at your dining table, legs lazily spread as he half-listens to you.
"âlike, what?! what else am i supposed to do in that situation?"
for the first time in your venting session, you lock eyes with kento, noticing how they flash up quickly from...your chest.
"ken?"
"umâyes?" he chokes, a little too obviously for him to not be embarrassed over.
a smug smile rests over your face, nanami was caught red handed, ogling at your boobs and the cute heart-shaped jewelry that adorned them.
"what'cha staring at?" trailing closer to him with a teasing tone in your voice, you're killing him, embarrassing the poor man as the seconds roll on. kento doesn't reply either, only a raspy breath leaving his lungs as his response. his face heats up and his expression drops, shamelessly glancing down at your chest once moreâone, twoâcounting the peaks of your nipples through the shirt.
"i'm sorry," he finally chokes out, unable to keep his eyes from flashing up and down, to your eyes then to your chest, again and again.
without any words, you slot yourself between nanami's legs, inching your chest closer to his face. it was so funny how easily his stoic persona disintegrated under your presence. he'd never been this close to your chestâto you. and it's intoxicating to him, he's ashamed how he loses himself by simply being eye level with your boobs.
but that guilt quickly washes away when you take his hand and place it perfectly to cup your titâindex finger and thumb resting right around the pretty jewelry under your shirt.
tdlr; that's the first night your boyfriend stays over at your place.
geto + clavicle piercing!
"you look lovely tonight."
smooth as ever, geto compliments you, his voice dripping with a sweet nectar. your insides warm up despite the harsh cold outside, the thick coat draped over your frame doing little to combat the weather.
"thank you," you whisper and smile at him, stepping into the door of the fancy restaurant suguru had chosen for your date. third date, to be exact.
once you're at your table, suguru helps you shimmy the bulky jacket off your shoulders, revealing the tasteful, deep-cut top you had chosen for your dateâalong with the two studs on each side of your collarbone that your clothing showed off rather perfectly.
it takes suguru a few moments to notice once he sits down. he tries to strike up conversation, relying on the simple questions and responses he can utter without getting too distracted. however, within a few minutes, geto is cracking, eyes every so often flickering down to the gems that aligned your clavicle so prettily. he can't help it, because with every slight movement you make, the jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the restaurantâit's hard to ignore.
"are you okay?" you interrupt your previous dialogue when you take note of geto's increasingly hazy replies, and how he seems a bit spaced out.
"yeah," suguru swallows deeply, "i really like yourâum," his pointer finger vaguely motions to his own collarbone, and you have to look down at your chest before you realize what heâs talking about.
his mouth is dry. heâd already thought you were, like, the sexiest woman on earth, but this, oh this, was just too much. geto was unsure as to why he found the piercings so distracting, so hot, but nonetheless enjoyed the view he had.
"oh, thank you!" you giggle, smiling brightly and ghosting your fingers over the piercingsâyouâd honestly forgotten that this would be the first time heâs seen this much of your body, and the piercings ended up being the perfect touch to make suguru lose his mind.
and he can't wait until he's able to feel on 'em, too.
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â please help my family don't skip đ
Hello, My name is Ahmad Mohammed Hassan Salah, a 33-year-old man from Gaza, Palestine. Under the sky of Gaza, amidst the war and shelling, begins my story. I lived my life in the northern part of Gaza with my wife and three children, dreaming of a secure future for my small family. Nada, my seven-year-old eldest daughter, loves to draw, though her colors have disappeared amid the rubble đ¨đ. Mohamed, my five-year-old son, still dreams of playing in a garden untouched by bombs đđ. As for Huda, my two-year-old, she has started uttering her first words amid the sounds of explosions đźđ.

The tragedy began one night of the war when I was forced to leave my home under continuous bombardment đŁđ. I carried my children and my anxious wife, running through the debris and darkness in search of a safe haven đŞď¸. Our journey was fraught with dangers, as we left everything behind: our home, memories, and even our money and food đď¸đ. After a long journey, we found ourselves in southern Gaza, where we set up a small tent as a temporary refuge âşđ.

The tent, small as it was, became our new world. Without mattresses to shield us from the cold nights or blankets to protect us from the rain đ§ď¸âď¸, life was harsh. The children slept on the ground, and I struggled to provide any food to feed my family đđ. But the war showed us no mercy. After only three months, we were forced to move once again, this time to central Gaza. The Israeli army described it as a "safe zone," but the shelling followed us like an unrelenting shadow đđŁ.

More than a year has passed, and my family and I continue to live under bombardment and destruction đđ. Each day brings with it a new story of suffering. Food is scarce đ˝ď¸, water is contaminated đą, and fear never leaves my children's hearts đđ. Nada has started asking, "When will this war end?" đ˘. Mohamed tries to comfort his mother, who weeps in silence đđ. As for Huda, she knows no world other than one filled with terrifying sounds đĽş.
I also suffer from a chronic illness, and I have a medical report confirming my condition đĽđ. However, the pain of my illness is less than the anguish I see in my children's eyes đđ. I try to be strong, but I sometimes break down when I cannot provide food for them đĽş. My wife stands by me, trying to bring hope, but even hope has become a rare commodity đ.



Amidst the devastation, I want to send a message to the world: "We are human. Our children deserve a better life. We just want safety. All I want is to sleep one night without fearing that my children will wake up to the sound of explosions." đđ


Due to this ongoing suffering, I appeal to the world through Tumblr to raise donations for my family and for other families experiencing similar circumstances đđ. If you are able to provide any assistance, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us đđŤ. You can help by donating food, clothing, or even essential medications that we desperately need đđ. I kindly ask you to share our story on Tumblr, because spreading it may reach kind hearts all over the worldâhearts that can offer help and save the lives of my children and the children of Gaza from this hell â¤ď¸đď¸.
My story is not just an individual one; it represents thousands of families in Gaza living in conditions that are unimaginable đ. The question remains: How long will this suffering continue? And will the day come when Nada can draw a sun without it being covered by the smoke of war? đâď¸đ

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giving head to wonnie đđ
đ answering my prayers rn.
it would start off really sweet and soft. youâre cuddled up on the couch for a movie nightâfinally a night where the two of your are finally together with no distractions. his hand gently caressing your thigh as he was focused on the movie. slow, teasing strokes against your skin, only getting closer to your shorts.
you paid it little mind as jungwon was always this touchy but this movieâhad quite a few scenes in it. scenes that made him excited, aroused in a sense. âdonât you wanna recreate that one day?â he randomly spoke up, you raised your eyebrow. âsheâs on her knees.â you laughed.
âexactly,â you finally looked at him, his eyes were dark and filled with lust, it made you nervous. skin getting the chills in almost an instant. âyou know what i want.â you were someone who jungwon said matched his freak. he seemed so innocent with that cute dimple and pretty eyes, but little did anyone knowâhe was a horny monster.
he leaned back against the chair, legs spread a bit and all you could see was the tent between his legs. and my god, did that make your mouth water. âjust a quick one.â you slipped between his legs, tugging his shorts and boxers down, freeing him from the tight piece of clothing. ďżź
âlook at me, got me all worked up.â you only smiled, taking him between your lips instantly. his body shifts swiftly, the movie now becoming background noise. your head bobbed steadilyâjungwon biting his lip as he caressed your cheek. encouraging you to take more of himââthatâs right, just like that.â his hands now locking in your hair, taking a firm grip to help guide you along his swollen cock.
quiet groans leaving his mouthâoh how you loved seeing him like this. falling apart so soon over your throat. âdonât you love it.. being on your knees for me. making me feel like this..â he edged you, âletting me use this pretty mouth. fuck.â he dragged outâhead tilting back and hips slowly grinding up into your mouth.
the movie was long forgotten and the sounds of sloppy sucking and distorted moans filled the living room of your shared apartment. âfuck iâm so closeâyouâre gonna swallow all of it right pretty? donât waste a single. drop.â he said between thrusts into your mouthâhow you loved when he fucked your throat.
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MIGRAINE ââ paige bueckers x teammate!reader
â â summary: on big east media day, youâre unfortunate enough to get a migraine
â â word count: 2.9K
â â warnings: descriptions of migraines, throwing up
â â links: my masterlist, based off of this req
â â authorâs note: two fics in one night omg WHO AM I??? also i promise this is not rlly dramatized yâall this is quite literally how my migraines are âŚâŚ.⌠wish i had a paige during them đ
BIG EAST media dayâitâs today. Usually, you donât mind media days at all. Actually, you tend to enjoy them. But, clearly, today youâre not meant to.
As soon as the sun broke through the windows of the New York hotel, Paige had woken to the sight of your scrunched-up face, a hand pressed to your temple. You both knew what it meant: you had a migraine, and today of all days, it had to hit with full force.
Paige had immediately rolled out of bed, grabbing your migraine medication from your bag that youâd luckily remembered to bring in a âjust in caseâ situation. However, youâd been resistant to at first, knowing full well that the medicine would upset your stomach like it always does, but Paige had insisted, forcing you to take it. âYou know we canât skip today. Just take it, baby. Itâll help with the pain.â Reluctantly, youâd taken the pills, and with an an hour, just as you were sitting in hair and makeup, the side effects hit. Youâd bolted from your chair, leaving the startled makeup artist behind as you rushed to the bathroom to puke your guts up.
Paige had followed immediately, kneeling beside you in the small, cramped bathroom stall, rubbing your back as you heaved into the toilet. The nausea subsided eventually, but Paige was worried youâd thrown up all the medicine in the process. You hadnât had time to find out, thoughâthere were interviews to do, and you, always the professional, was stubborn enough to push through.
Now, you and Paige sit side by side, a row of reporters in front of you, microphones held up like weapons ready to attack. The lights in the gym are blinding, and the low hum of chatter, camera clicks, and reporters scribbling notes fill the space. Itâs the last place you want to be.
Paige, sensing your discomfort, takes the lead in most of the interviews. She fields question after question, her voice steady and charming as she answers everything from season goals to the teamâs camaraderie. Next to her, you sit rigidly in your chair, staring at the ground, fingers pressing hard into your palms as if trying to will the pain away.
Every so often, a reporter directs a question at you, and Paige watches closely, knowing that forming coherent, professional sentences is probably the last thing you want to do. Still, you force a tight smile and give a short, clipped response, voice strained but composed. The pain etched across your face is subtle, but itâs thereâjust enough for Paige to notice, though you try your best to keep your expression neutral.
Itâs damn near agonizing for Paige to watch you like this, especially when she knows how badly youâre hurting. She can tell that the migraineâs wrecking you, sheâs been there for so many at this point that she knows all the little signs like the back of her hand. She wishes she could turn the lights down, quiet the reporters, and just take you somewhere dark and silent to rest. But thereâs nothing she can doâyou just have to endure it.
As the interview drags on, one reporter, a man who looks younger and more inexperienced than the others and whoâs clearly growing impatient with your curt answers, rudely points at you, addressing you by name before saying, âYou really donât look like you want to be here today. I mean, is something wrong with you?â
The words come out sharp and are strictly unprofessional. Your eyes flicker toward the reporter, though you canât see half of him due to the darkness shadowing parts of your vision. You open your mouth, then close it, unsure of what to say. Your brain is hardly functioning, the throbbing in your skull is unbearable, and you canât even muster the strength to care about his tone. All you want is for this to be over.
But Paige cares.
Her gaze snaps to the reporter, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Her posture shifts, body leaning slightly forward, protective instincts kicking in immediately. Usually, sheâd stay more poised, composed, let her media training do the work for her. But she isnât about to let anyone talk to you like that, especially not today.
âExcuse me?â Paigeâs voice is sharp, cutting through the room. Sheâs sure that thereâs a camera recording this right now but she quite literally could not care less. âWhat did you just say?â
The reporter, startled by Paigeâs reaction, fumbles for a moment before stammering, âUm, I just mean that she looks⌠unwell. Sheâs not really answering the questions.â
Paigeâs jaw tightens. âMaybe you should think before you speak next time. Sheâs here, answering your questions to the best of her ability despite not feeling great, and you should respect that instead of makinâ snide comments.â
The side of the gym theyâre on grows even quieter, the weight of Paigeâs words settling in the air. You, whoâs still staring at the floor, blinks, heart swelling with gratitude. You donât really have the energy to defend yourself, let alone sit up with your eyes open against the bright lights, but knowing Paige has your backâitâs everything.
The reporter, realizing heâs on thin ice, mutters an apology, his face turning red under the harsh lights. Paige doesnât bother to acknowledge it, her focus shifting back to you, her hand subtly reaching out to squeeze your knee under the table.
The rest of the interview continues, but Paigeâs attention is divided now. She keeps on eye on the reporters, answering questions with ease, but her other eye is always on you, watching closely. Your face has gone even paler, and every few minutes, your eyes flutter shut as if you donât even have the strength to keep them open against the blinding pain.
Finally, the session begins to wind down, and as soon as the last question is answered, Paige is out of her chair, gently taking your arm and leading you away from the microphones and cameras. The two of you step into a hallway, away from the noise and lights, and as soon as youâre alone, you lean heavily against the wall, closing your eyes with a shaky breath.
âJesus,â you mutter, rubbing your temples. âFeel like my headâs about to explode.â
Paige wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. âI know, baby. You did so good, though. Weâre almost done, okay? Just a little longer, and then Iâm taking you back to the hotel. Dark room, no noise, just you and me.â
You nod, though even that small motion seems to cause you pain. And you pray that she does good on that promise, especially as the two of you go back into the gym. You end up sitting on a bench next to Azzi waiting, resting your head on her shoulder, eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to block out the harsh gym lights and constant noise. Your head throbs with a relentless pulse, nausea rolling in waves, and your entire body feels like itâs on the verge of collapse. Azziâs softly rubbing your arm in a comforting rhythm, whispering little encouragements.
But when Geno and CD approach, apologetically telling Paige that she and you have one more interview to do, Paige immediately starts protesting.
âNo. No way. I can do it by myself,â she says firmly, already standing in front of the two coaches, shielding you from them like a protective wall. âSheâs not in the right state for this. Just look at her.â
Geno and CD turn their heads to look over at you. Youâre still slumped against Azzi, face pale and drawn. Your lips are pressed into a tight line, and your eyes are glossed over, clearly fighting back tears of pain. Itâs not a pretty sight.
âI know, Paige,â CD says, eyes soft with sympathy. âWe hate this as much as you do. But this interview is important. Sheâs got to do it, too.â
Paigeâs jaw clenches, eyes flashing. âCD, come on,â she says in what can only be called a plea. âPleaseâsheâs hurting. Sheâs in pain. Youâre tellinâ me we canât work somethinâ out?â
Geno sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI wish we could, kid,â he tells her. âBut this is the last one, I promise. After this, you can take her back.â
Paige mutters a curse under her breath, her frustration boiling beneath the surface. She glances back at you, whoâs face is so pale and worn-out that it makes Paigeâs stomach twist.
âFine,â she says finally, voice tight with defeat. âBut this is the last time Iâm putting her through this.â
Geno and CD both give a nods of understanding, and Paige turns, making her way back over to you. Kneeling in front of you, she places a gentle hand on your knee. âHey,â she whispers, her voice soft with regret. âIâm so sorry, baby, but we gotta do one more interview. Just one more, and then youâre done, yeah?â
You open your eyes, and the utter pain in your expression makes Paigeâs heart ache. You look like youâre damn near about to cry, eyes brimming with unshed tears, but you nod weakly anyways, ready to do what you need to even though youâve clearly hit your limit.
Paige sighs, hating this situation more than anything. She leans in, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, hoping in vain that it might ease some of the pain within your cerebrum. âI promise, after this, Iâm taking you away, okay? I ainât letting anyone stop us.â
You nod again, swallowing hard as you fight to keep yourself in check. Paige stands, gently helping you to your feet, and together, the two of you make your way toward the interviewers, you subtly leaning on Paige as much as you can, because if youâre honest, you canât see most of your surroundings.
The interview itself is a nightmare. The questions seem never-ending, and although Paige answers most of them, thereâs still some directed only at you that youâre responsible for. Each time, you know you sound stupid, voice hoarse and response almost incoherent. The lights are too bright, the noise too overwhelming, and by the end of it, you visibly look like youâd rather die than be here.
As soon as the interview is done, you donât even wait for Paige. You rush out of the gym, once again heading straight for a hallway where itâs at least a little bit darker. Paige hurries after you, catching up just as you half-collapse against the wall, fighting tears.
âIt hurts so bad, P,â you cry raggedly. You clutch at your head, hands trembling as you press them to your temples before moving them over to your eyes, squeezing them shut and pressing your palms against them hard. âIâfuckâI canâtââ
Paigeâs stomach constricts. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you close, pressing your face into her neck to shield your eyes from any and all light. âShh, Iâve got you. Iâve got you,â Paige whispers, making sure to be as quiet as possible, voice filled with soothing warmth. She gently rubs your back, rocking you slightly as youâre near-sobbing against her.
âIâm so sorry, baby,â Paige murmurs thickly. âI shoulda fought harder to get you outta that. But Iâmma take you back to the hotel now, okay? I donât care what the fuck else weâre supposed to do today.â
You donât respond with words, just nod weakly against Paigeâs neck, fingers clutching tightly at the blondeâs shirt as if trying to ground yourself.
Paige carefully guides you to sit on a bench in the hallway, leaning you back against the cool wall. âWait here for just a sec, okay? Iâmma be right back, just gotta tell Coach and CD weâre leaving.â
You nod again, your eyes fluttering closed as you rest your head against the wall. Paige brushes her thumb over your cheek, her heart splinting all over again at the sight of you in so much fucking pain. Then, with determination in her step, Paige turns and goes in search of Geno and CD.
When she finds them, theyâre in the middle of talking to a few other staff members, but Paige doesnât care. She marches up to them, her expression set in stone.
âIâm taking her back right now,â Paige says firmly, unwavering. âIâm sorry, but I donât care what else weâre supposed to do here. Sheâs in too much pain, and Iâm not putting her through any more of this. And Iâm definitely not sending her back by herself.â
CD looks like she wants to argue, but one look at Paigeâs determined face, and Paige can tell the older woman knows itâs pointless. Geno sighs, his shoulders sagging.
âGo,â he says quietly. âTake her. Weâll handle the rest.â He gestures to himself and CD, then over to where Azzi, Ash, and Sarah stand.
Paige nods once, her gratitude unspoken but clear. She doesnât waste another second, turning on her heel and heading straight back to you. Once she gets to you, she helps you up, wrapping a firm arm around your waist. The two of you head toward the doors and then are out into the cool air of the New York streets. The noise of the city hits you like a wallâcars honking, sirens wailing faintly in the distance, the chatter of pedestriansâbut Paige moves quickly, guiding you down the sidewalk.
The hotel is technically within walking distance, but Paige refuses to put you through that. Instead, she stops at the curb, pulls out her phone, and hails an Uber.
âItâs okay,â she whispers as you press yourself against her side, hiding your face in her shoulder as the nausea rolls through you again. ââM not making you walk, donât worry.â
The car pulls up almost immediately. Paige helps you inside first, sliding in next to you and carefully pulling you into her side again, buckling your seatbelt for you. Itâs probably the shortest car ride of either of your lives, and you donât say a word for any of it, just continuing to rest your head on her shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. Paige presses a soft kiss to your temple, reassuring you youâre almost there.
When the car pulls up to the hotel, Paige thanks the driver quickly, helping you out of the car with her hands steady on your hips. You cling to her without hesitation, your legs barely cooperating as, by this point, the majority of your body has gone numb. She doesnât mind, though, guiding you through the lobby and toward the elevator. The ding of the doors makes you wince and Paige notices immediately. âI know, baby,â she murmurs softly, guiding you inside and pressing the button for your floor.
The ride up is quiet except for your unsteady breathing, and Paigeâs grip never loosens. As soon as the doors open, sheâs leading you to the room, swiping the keycard and pushing the door open in one smooth motion.
âHere we go,â Paige says gently, helping you inside. She lets you stumble toward the bed, watching closely as you basically collapse onto it with a shaky breath. Paige then moves to the windows, yanking the curtains shut until the room is bathed in near-total darkness. The relief is instantâyou let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing just slightly as the pressure in your head dulls a little without the presence of light.
Paige isnât done. She rummages through your bag until she finds your medication again, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge before kneeling next to the bed. âHey,â she says softly, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. âYou gotta take this, yeah? Itâll help.â
You groan faintly in protest, turning your face into the pillow, but Paige doesnât back down. âMa, câmon,â she coaxes, voice firm but still tender. âI know it sucks, but you gotta take it. Just one more thing, and then you can rest.â
Reluctantly, you crack your eyes open, barely able to see her face in the dark, but you feel the pill pressed gently to your lips. You take it without complaint this time, swallowing it down with a sip of water Paige helps you hold.
âGood job, baby,â she praises, pressing another kiss to your forehead. She sets the bottle on the nightstand before kicking off her shoes and climbing into bed with you, immediately wrapping her arms around you. She pulls you close, her chest flush against your back, one arm sliding under your head to cushion it while the other wraps proactively around your waist.
âIâve got you,â she whispers softly into your ear, her breath warm against your skin. âItâs okay, baby. Just breathe. âM right here.â
You whimper faintly in response, you body still shaking, but you relax the tiniest bit in her hold. Paigeâs touch is gentle, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your stomach as she tries to calm you down. She presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, murmuring sweet nothings that you can barely process through the pain.
A small sob escapes you as a particularly harsh stab to your skull hits. Paige only pulls you closer, holding you like she can absorb all of your pain into herself. âI know it hurts. I know,â she says softly, her voice cracking slightly as she wishes, more than anything, that she could take it all away for you. âBut Iâm not goinâ anywhere. Iâm here. Always.â
And she means itâPaige Bueckers would hold you through every second of the pain if it meant you didnât have to face it alone.
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will you hold me instead, and tell me that it's over now?
i look forward to a little me and you, so now i hope that you don't tell me that it's over
or; patching jason up after an intense mission [2.1k]
jason todd x fem!reader; angst/fluff; brief mentions of human trafficking and allusion to murder (he's talking about how the mission went); mention of his scars; jason being insecure & thinking he's not good enoughđ; description of injuries and the first aid applied to them (please do not take anything as actual medical advice); this is me hard-launching my physical touch x touch starved!jason agenda
You donât know how early it is when you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, just that itâs too early. Itâs not like you could sleep anyway; you spent the night drifting in and out of semi-consciousness, too worried to let yourself relax. You always got like this when Jason went away on missions. Several days, and sometimes even weeks, spent anxiously anticipating the state in which he would return homeâyou havenât been able to get a manicure since before you met him.
Youâre still a little delirious when a hand ghosts up your arm, stirring you from your half-sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room and register the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend is on one knee on the floor in front of you, brushing strands of hair out of your face with endearing eyes.
âThere she is,â he says when you lift your head off the pillow and reach out to him. He catches your hand and kisses your fingertips, spreading a warmth up your arm that combats the midnight chill. You push yourself up to a sitting position, and he takes the opportunity to cup his hands around your face and bring you in for a kiss.
âMissed you,â you mumble against him, and his lips curve upwards against yours.
âMissed you too, sweetheart.â His mouth travels up from yours towards your temple, leaving a path of gentle kisses in his wake. Your palms, pressed flat against his chest, slide up to loop around his neck. He tenses, choking back a strained grunt. But you catch it.
You pull back abruptly. âAre you hurt?â Your eyes frantically dart around, scanning his entire body. Now fully alert, you reach over to the bedside table and switch the lamp on.
ââs just a bruise, baby, Iâm fine.â A hand comes up to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness. But with newly unobstructed vision, you can see more than just a bruise. He has a busted lip, a shallow gash on his temple, and splotches of purple and red peeking out of his shirt collar.
âYouâre bleeding, Jason,â you chastise him, getting up off the bed.
He stands alongside you with a huff. âItâs nothing,â he sighs. âDoesnât even hurt.â But when you take his hand and start pulling him to the bathroom, he follows without argument. You lead Jason to sit down on the edge of the tub and fetch the first aid kit from under the sink, setting it down next to him on the bathtub ledge. You stand between his legs, your positions making you a half-head taller than him. He gazes up at you and for the first time tonight, you notice how dark and deep the skin under his eyes is.
âOff,â you order, dragging up the hem of his shirt. He helps you pull it off, wincing when it requires him to lift his bruised arm.
âSomeoneâs eager,â he muses, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner. It earns him a swat on the arm; he grunts loudly and doubles over in pain.
You gasp. âOh my god! Oh my god, Iâm so sorry! Iââ
But when he looks up, itâs with a coy smirk and a twinkle in his eye. You swat him again.
âAsshole,â you mutter, but you canât help the slight twitch at the corner of your lips. âWhy didnât you take care of this earlier? Alfred wasnât at the manor to help you?â
He shrugs his good shoulder. âDonât know. Came straight here.â
âDid you tell anyone where you were going?â You ask.
He looks at you blankly, as if to say, donât you know who youâre talking to?
You sigh, exasperated. âYou shouldnât have done that, Jason. What if ended up becoming serious? And you didnât make it here in time? What ifââÂ
He interrupts your doom spiral by pressing a finger to your lips. âI know, honey, Iâm sorry. But I wanted to see you.â
You sigh. Thereâs a sadness to it, one that comes from familiarity with the fact that he does not care for himself as much as he shouldâas much as he deserves. But there are no words to make him believe that you havenât tried, so all you do is lean your forehead against his, hoping he can hear what you're not saying. You need him to hear you.
âYouâre not sorry,â you whisper.
âNo, Iâm not,â he whispers back.
You start with his shoulder, which is decidedly not âjust a bruise,â but rather several bruises, all clumped together to form one giant Franken-bruise which covers his entire shoulder. It gets rubbed with ointment and youâre not sure who it pains more, because while youâre spilling out frantic apologies as you try to speed through it, Jason is white-knuckling the edge of the tub with a wad of gauze between his teeth.Â
His lip doesnât require any medical attention, but he insists you kiss it better anyway, and who are you to deny him?Â
You tend to his temple last, but heâs antsy now. His leg bounces up and down, one hand is drumming its fingers on the tub, and the other is fiddling with the loose threads that hang from the hem of your shirt; you have to scold him into sitting still.
âWhereâs the dermabond?â You ask, sifting through the contents of the first aid kid.
âUsed it up last month, remember? After you just had to feed that fuckinâ squirrel.â His voice is gruff at the recollection. âShould be a new pack under the sink.â
You fetch the new box, picking at the plastic wrapping. âCan you blame me? He was so cute.â
âYeah, was. Until that greedy fucker decided he wanted the whole picnic.â Jason sees you struggling with the plastic covering and takes it from you, breaks it open, then hands it back. âBastard.â
You giggle. âYou know, you couldâve just let him have the cupcake. It wasnât worth risking rabies for.â You fish out the glass tube of surgical glue, tossing its cardboard box aside.
ââCourse it was. My girl wanted red velvet, she should get her red velvet.â Jasonâs hands finally rest on the backs of your bare thighs, squeezing them lightly. He grins when that makes you let out a little squeak.
You roll your eyes, though thereâs a warmth flowing in your veins that courses from the tips of your ears to the bottom of your feet. âMy hero,â you muse with a smile.
Thereâs a pause. Then:
âIâm not a hero,â he responds. His tone is still light, but his eyes feel far away.
You start to clean the blood from the wound, which has since clotted and dried, with a saline-soaked cotton pad. He stares at you while you clean and then close the cut with the glue. And when you finish, supplies set aside and glue cured, heâs still staring. His eyes are traveling all over your face, taking in each feature, committing every ridge, every angle, every pore, every freckle to memory. The light-hearted teasing demeanor from mere moments ago is long gone. You're a deer caught in emerald headlights.
You recognize this shift. You noticed hints of it since he arrived home, but assumed it was just due to the pain. Now itâs obvious that thereâs more. Itâs the same shift that comes when the news becomes a circus, or when he stares at his scars in the mirror for too long.
His hands slide up your body slowly, reverently. One stops at your waist while the other continues, blazing a trail up your ribcage, over the side of your breast. He pauses at your shoulder for a split second, squeezing the flesh every so gently before continuing up your neck. His thumb drags across your collarbone, brushing against the spot that always lights up your senses and parts your lips in a breathy sigh. He stops when he reaches your face. He cups your cheek. Your hand covers his and you lean into his hold, the stroke of your small, soft fingers juxtaposing the rough callouses of his knuckles. You stay here for a moment before turning to press your lips to his palm once, twice, thrice, four times, each one lingering a little longer than the last.
âWhat is it, Jason?â Your hands come to cradle his neck before dragging up to his hair, and his move to wrap around your torso and pull you closer into him. You place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. âHmm?â
âIâm not a hero,â he says again, softer.
âJay,â you whisper. âYou know thatâs not true.â
He says nothing, only heaving a heavy sigh and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Youâre content to stand like this, to simply hold him and graze your nails against his scalp for as long as he needs while he inhales the comforting scent of your skin.
After what could have been one minute or twenty, he pulls back to look up at you. He looks exhausted. âIt was a human trafficking case,â he says. âThey knew we were closing in on âem, so we had to act fast. They wereâŚtrying toâŚâ He trails off, unsure how to put it in words delicate enough to spare you. He breaks eye contact. âDestroy the evidence,â he finishes.
You donât respond. Despite the heavy silence that follows this admission, you know heâs not done. It takes another several minutes of stroking fingers and feather-light hairline kisses to coax it out of him.
âThere was a woman. SheâŚwe didnâtââ His voice cracks. âI didnât get there in time.â
âOh, honey.â You run your palm over his forehead, pushing back his thick waves. His eyelids slide down over glassy irises as he sinks into your touch. You lean down to press your lips to his forehead. âYou know thatâs not your fault,â you whisper. He shakes his head, eyes still closed.
âBut if Iâd justââ
âNo, Jason.â You grip his face between your palms. He opens his eyes at the sudden sternness. âBut nothing. You did everything you possibly couldââ
âYou donât know that,â he interrupts.
âI do know that. I know because you are always doing everything you can. For me, and for everyone in this city. And I know that it wasnât just you on that mission. Do you blame anyone else for what happened?â
He says nothing, but his eyes are welling with tears.
âYou saved so many other people, Jason. You are a hero, and you know that. You have to know that.â Some of his tears spill over, but you brush your thumbs across his cheeks and kiss them away.
He pulls you onto his lap so your legs are straddled over his and rests his head against your sternum. His arms squeeze impossibly tight around your waist, but you donât say anything. When his shoulders tremble and you feel the dampness on the front of your shirt, you still donât say anything. And when he places a hand on the back of your head to pull you in for a hard, searing kiss that leaves you both breathless, you donât say anything. You just look at him, at how pretty he is, and hope that he can hear you.
The sounds of buzzing echo in from the next room. To your dismay, he turns away, towards the direction of your phones. âI should get that,â he says. His voice is hollow. âItâs probably the bats wanting to know where I am. Theyâll send a search party if I donât check in.â
Heâs about to move you off his lap, but you stop him. âIn a minute, Jay.â
Jasonâs forehead crinkles. You use your thumb to smooth it out.
âPlease?â You breathe out. âJust let me look at you a little longer. I love looking at you.â
He relaxes back into his seat. And you keep looking at him. At his beautifully rosy cheeks and shining eyes, his puffed lips. The scar that runs diagonally down his slightly crooked nose.
Itâs dawn now; the tangerine beginnings of sunrise elicit a soft glow that spills through the window. Jason takes it all in. The two of you together in the home you share, arms around each other, your face all honeyed and beautiful in the light.
And you know he can hear you.
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middle of the night

pairing: boyfriend! san x fem! reader
genre: pure smut
summary: these days, san can never seem to get a good nightâs rest, that is, until heâs able to completely unload himself inside his pretty little girlfriend. good thing youâre laying right next to him.
w.c: 2.1k
warnings: mean dom! san, subby painslut! reader, both of these mfs are nymphos, somno that turns into full blown sex (they have an established agreement and there is strict consent involved), sanâs got a big curved cock as per usual, pet names/name calling, praise/degradation, manhandling, tit play, spit, finger sucking, pussy slapping, marking, possessiveness, spanking, vaginal/anal sex also known as the two for one special <3 (psa: never switch from ass to pussy irl btw), rough altered missionary/doggy/back to missionary, san puts reader in a headlock (muahahahah), creampies, squirting, breeding kink, bulge kink, dumbification, brief oral, san eats his own cum out of reader, this is really filthy btw i should be locked up :3c
a/n: i literally canât stop writing bc of the horneee that is constantly brought upon me against my will đ itâs all sanâs fault </3 also i realized iâve only written one fic about somno like two thousand years ago even tho itâs in my top ten kinks so i gotta fix that <3 *screams* i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed coming up with it~
song recs: angel by massive attack - beware by deftones (GRRRRRRRR BARK BARK)
San couldnât seem to stop tossing and turning in bed, forcing his eyes shut and waiting for one side of his pillow to grow far too hot for comfort, before letting out a frustrated groan and rolling onto his other side, his cheek squished against the feathered pillow. Squinting at the glowing analog clock on the bedside table across from him, San blinked a few times, his eyes getting used to the darkness inside the room. It was already nearing dawn and he still hadnât gotten a wink of sleep. There had to be some kind of solution.
It was then that you shifted besides him, emitting a soft moan and rolling onto your back, your loose tank top lowered just enough so that one of your tits had popped out of it, creating another obstacle for San to overcome, one that wouldnât let him fall asleep until he confronted it.
âFuck,â San whispered to himself, pushing the covers down far enough to confirm his growing problem. With half-closed, tired eyes, your boyfriend watched his cock repeatedly throb upwards against his loose black sweatpants, as if it was begging him to do something, and quick.
Hs thought back to a conversation you had earlier that week, one you brought up after he had just got done fucking you all over the house in every position imaginable. Like many of your sex marathons, it was initiated because of something simple â you being bent over the washing machine to fill it up with a load of detergent, which, of course, led to San filling you up with his own load in every possible area of your house, including the back patio when you tried to water your poor succulents.
âSannie, you might as well fuck me when Iâm asleep too, at this point,â you giggled, running your fingers through Sanâs soaked hair, admiring the way he looked in between your legs, with his mouth and tongue exploring your leaking, cum-filled cunt.
âYou mean that, angel? My dumb slut wants me to fuck her even dumber in her sleep?â he asked in between licks, humming softly as he continued to languidly clean you up after the destruction he caused to your used hole. It was his favorite pastime, besides rearranging your insides and painting them white with his seed, of course.
Moaning at his mean words, you tugged on his hair, rubbing your soaked pussy in his face like you always did. âYes, I mean it, baby. Now, shut up and clean up your mess.â
Before San knew it, he was hovering over you, your thighs wide open and resting against his own, your loose, nonexistent sleep shorts tossed to the side so that he could eagerly rub his slick cock along your plush folds, his thick, calloused fingers exploring every inch of your heated skin, groping at your soft thighs, your hips and waist, eventually getting distracted by your tits, rolling your tank top up over them until they spilled out into his greedy hands. He squeezed and rolled them around, bringing his drooling mouth down to your chest to drag his hot tongue up and over your tits until they shined with his spit, pinching your puffy nipples in between his teeth until you whined out in your sleep, feeling your arousal leak out onto his pulsing cock when he finally pushed inside.
âMmn, my angel is such a good little cocksleeve, so fucking wet for me even in her sleep,â San sighed lovingly to himself, sucking one of your tits into his mouth, spitting on it for good measure, before exchanging it for the other, moaning around your soft flesh, his eyes never leaving your pretty flushed face, even though you werenât even awake to look down at him.
Unable to hold himself back, he began to buck his hips wildly into you like he always ended up doing when your tight, warm cunt sucked him in the way it did, the headboard beginning to bang loudly against the wall behind it. Grunting, San licked up from your spit-laced chest to your neck, sucking and biting into it, leaving his mark on you. âMy baby, my sweet girl, youâre mine, all mine, even when youâre dreaming,â he whispered against your slick skin, slowly pulling back when he heard the breathy gasps you were letting out turn into full-blown moans.
âS-sannieee, Iâm so full,â you voiced in a sleepy tone, reaching up to rub your tired eyes, studying your boyfriendâs rosy cheeks and lips, the way his drenched hair stuck to his forehead, a few drops of sweat landing on your face, unable to look away from his intensely dark, lust-filled gaze. âIs my pussy making Sannie go crazy?â
A low growl erupted from Sanâs throat, a vein starting to grow taut against his skin, now that he was pounding into you with abandon, reaching up underneath your thighs to forcibly fold you in half like you were nothing but a doll for him to use. âYour slutty cunt always drives me crazy, princess, so be good and take responsibility, hm?â
Barely able to breath now that you were akin to origami, your brain grew delightfully fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, encouraging the hazy, half-asleep state you were still in and the oversized cock that was being driven relentlessly into your cervix to work in tandem until pleasure overtook your body to the point of orgasm. âFuck, Sannie, baby, fffuuck, Iâm cummingâŚ!â
âOh, my dirty girl, creaming yourself so soon?â San mused with his lips quirked into a shit-eating grin, his dimples and canine teeth on display. Just as your eyes begin to disappear underneath your fluttering eyelids, San suddenly grabbed you by the chin, reaching down in between your sweaty bodies to smack his hand down roughly against your spasming cunt. âLook at me when youâre squirting on my cock, baby. You know better.â
âS-sannie, itâs so, oh my godââ you cried out, opening your mouth to moan and instead feeling his thumb slide over your tongue, your lips closing around it. You continued to suck on his thumb as he fucked you through your first mind melting orgasm of the night, biting into it when he smacked your cunt again with his free hand.
âOwww, bad girl.â San watched you lick and suck on his thumb with a lecherous smile plastered on his red, sweaty face, rubbing his other thumb roughly into your puffy clit, rolling it in circles until he felt your thighs trembling nonstop against his moving body, suddenly stopping his movements to sheath himself fully inside you, groaning heavily as he flooded your pulsing cunt with his hot load. âMm, you feel that, princess? Iâm pumping all my cum into this slutty womb of yours, so I can get you nice and knocked up for meâŚYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Just as he pulled his thumb out of your drooling mouth, you clasped your hands onto his cheeks, looking up at him hearts in your teary eyes, and begging, âYes, Sannie, I like it, love it so much. Can I have more?â
And there it was. You mightâve been the love of his life and his beautiful angel of a girlfriend, but you were still his personal breeding bitch at the end of the day â and in the middle of this hazy, sleepless night.
âOh, yeah?â San hummed, slowly pulling out of you and running his fingers through his wet hair, just for it to fall back into his half-lidded eyes, watching as his cum began to flood out of your gaped, fluttering hole. He wanted nothing more than to eat it out of you, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting the warm saltiness mixed with your sweet squirt on his lips, but he still had to pursue his mission of pleasing his baby. âMy little slut still hasnât had enough?â
âNo, Sannieee, I need your cock in my other breeding hole. Please?â you whined softly, pouting up at him, hoping youâd get your way now that you were fired up and desperate for him to fill and own as many of your holes as he could before the both of you fell victim to drowsiness.
San closed his eyes to ground himself for a second, not even fully prepared for the filth that you exuded, despite being quite the pervert himself. When he opened his eyes back up, he looked down, his curved cock now painfully stiff and twitching upwards into his heaving abdomen, somewhat winded from how hard he had been fucking you just a moment ago. âHead down, ass up, little slut. Donât make me ask twice.â
And just like that, you were lying with your head pressed into bed, drooling heavily from both ends, getting saliva onto the arousal stained mattress, your sopping wet cunt pushing out all of Sanâs load and causing it to drip down your inner thighs, your weak, bruised knees wobbling beneath you, your ass being relentlessly pounded into by your ravenous boyfriend. âGonna cum, gonna cumââ
Your warning was cut off by a sharp gasp, just as Sanâs hand collided with the side of your reddened ass, his fingers grabbing into the soft, sensitive flesh until you whimpered pathetically. âYouâre such a filthy slut, arenât you?â he growled between gritted teeth, smacking the other side of your ass and making you cry out before you could answer him properly. He suddenly pulled out of your ass and forced himself back into your cunt, stuffing you completely full, hunching over you so that he could put you in a headlock, loose enough so that you remained conscious, but tight enough so that you could feel deliciously dizzy. âYouâre my filthy slut. All mine to fuck raw, to ruin, to breed. Yeah?â
âYeah,â you whispered hoarsely, opening your mouth up to accept his tongue inside when he closed in on you, feeling breathless once he manipulated your body until you were back underneath him, your legs near your head, his cock so deep inside your cunt that the tip of it created a prominent bulge inside your stomach, one that San was already palming as he began to shudder, his lips, teeth and tongue attacking your neck again to leave more marks, darker ones that you would have to put concealer over before you went to work the following morning. âThatâs it, thatâs it, cum inside me, San, please, make me yours!â
âYouâve been mine since the beginning, angel, but Iâll make you mine again, and again, and again,â San exhaled onto your lips, wrapping his arms protectively around you, his cock completely sheathed inside you, his tip just about kissing the entrance of your cervix, your bodies so entangled together, neither of you knew where the other began. You gazed into each otherâs hazy eyes, moaning into each otherâs open mouths, as another seemingly endless flood of thick, hot cum claimed your womb. âI love you so fucking much, it hurts.â
âI love you too, San,â you sighed back, caressing his heated face, your fingers slipping into his hair just as he began to lower himself down, shuddering at the sensation of his lips and teeth making their mark on your chest, abdomen, hips, then gasping when he made his way to your center, his hot tongue slipping inside your pulsing cunt.
Like every time before, San ate his warm load out of you like a starved man, his nose nudging your sensitive clit as he moved his head in an up and down motion, coaxing more of the saltiness onto his tongue, reaching up to rapidly rub your clit just because he could, pleased with the way you began to cry and shake, your warm squirt pouring down his throat. He swallowed it all down with a low, pleased groan, dragging his tongue up and over your used, puffy cunt to collect the last few drops of nectar, before he finally felt tired enough to collapse down onto the bed next to you.
With the last ounce of his strength, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips, letting you taste your combined essence. âBedtime?â San whispered, cradling and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, looking at you with a fondness that bordered obsession. He chuckled softly, giving you a dimpled smile. âI promise I wonât wake you up again.â
âYou wonât wake me up, but you still might fuck me in my sleep? Huh, nympho?â you teased jokingly, cradling his face back, so close that you breathed in the same air, your eyes never leaving his, despite how heavy your eyelids began to feel. âI need my sleep, you know.â
San was in a similar state, starting to drift off, his hands leaving your face so that he could wrap them protectively around you. âSorry, baby. Iâll try to be quieter next time,â he murmured, letting out a soft giggle, pressing a kiss to your lips just as his eyes began to close. âJust donât be mad at me when you wake up with my cock still inside youâŚâ
Leaving a kiss on his nose, your eyes started to close as well, completely relaxing into your boyfriendâs warm embrace. âIâll be mad if itâs not still inside me.â
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Toxic! Vi x reader



Summary: Vi gets hurt and when you try to help her she brushes you off aggressively, so you leave her be. Youâre still pissed at her for being so harsh when you meant no harm, so when she comes to your apartment, youâre reluctant. Though in the end Vi always gets her way.
Warnings: angst w/ a little comfort, strap (r receiving), strap sucking (r receiving), manhandling, spitting, injury, fucking against a door, Pet names; princess, baby, & good girl, vi switches up quickly
Thank you to the weeknd, couldnât have written this without listening to trilogyđ

She told you to stay back, you even agreed, but you just couldnât wait for her like that cooped up in her box of an apartment hoping sheâd come back uninjured. You wonât have to get too close, you knew where she was going so it would be no problem. Hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and went on your way.
The violence could be heard by anyone in a 5 mile radius. Stares were coming from both sides of you as you quickly walked with a black hood on and your head low. At every turn it was noticeable that people were filing out of the streets until you were the only one occupying them, so you knew you were getting close. Suddenly you turned a corner and saw her, there was no mistaking her muscular silhouette and violet hair. She was putting up a good fight, but still struggling. Your heart was racing, the person fighting her was unrecognizable standing at about 6â0 with scars across their face, large muscles and a sort of ax in their hand. You heard more voices coming from the bunch of people fighting 15 feet from you. There were more men coming from all directions toward them, so you crouch behind a couple of boxes to avoid being caught by the men, or worse Vi. Your eyes turn back to her and you gasp at the sight of her underneath the tall man. She looked absolutely defeated beneath him as he raised a hand to throw another punch. You sprung up from behind the boxes about to run to her, though you had no real plan. Before you even got five feet ahead, everyone started scrambling in the same direction. You looked around confused and decided to just bolt it and bring Vi to some place safer. She hadnât even registered it was you until you were both in a quiet lobby and you crouched down to be face to face with her.
âBaby i- oh my god..â you stammered, trying to catch your breath.
She took your hands, previously cupping her face, and held your wrists between you two. âWhat did I tell you?â
âWhat? Well you- youre hurt and i uh-â
âWhat. Did. I. Tell. You?â She spat.
You stayed silent for a moment, studying her face. âYou told me to stay back, I know that, but i couldnât, really.â You began to tear up. âYou couldâve died just now, he might have beaten you to death!â
âWell I fucking didnât. I gave you one simple order, canât even follow that.â She squeezed your wrists harder before letting go harshly. She stood up and began walking out of the alley, clutching her side.
âLet me help you, please you can barely walkâ
âIâm fine, just go the fuck home.â And with that she was out of your sight, leaving you alone in the dark alley.
After that you didnât leave your apartment for days. You felt useless and unwanted, not that you wanted to even be in her presence. She made it clear that she didnât need you, therefore you did not need her.
You were sitting on your couch eating ramen when you heard a loud knock at the door. There were lots of possibilities of who it could be, the last one on your list was Vi. Once you opened the door you were met by Vi. You froze with your hand still on the doorknob, waiting for her to say something.
âHey babyâŚâ
âOh hell-â You attempted to close the door in her face but she grabbed it and basically fought to keep it open.
âThe fuck?!â You exclaimed. She had shoved her way into your apartment, now standing in the hallway with you.
âListen, I know I left you there and it was fucked but Iâm sorry.â She said while running a hand through her hair. âPlease, baby.â
âYou canât just come in here like that. Leave.â
âNo.â she scoffed.
âNo?â
âNo.â
âFine, then Iâll leave.â You went into the kitchen to grab your bag and walked right past Vi and hers pleas for you to stay and got your hand on the doorknob when she turned your back and pinned you against the door.
There was a few moments of silence between you two before you broke it.
âWhy do you hate me?â You choked out.
âWhat?â Her brows furrowed. âI donât hate you princess.â
âThen why treat me like you doâ
She leant in to whisper in your ear âI can show you how much I love you.â
You stayed still letting your eyes wander her face before she leant in to kiss you. At first it was soft and loving but quickly turned more and more aggressive. Minutes had passed and now she had you grasping onto her and moaning into her mouth as she kissed you. She barely had her hands on you, ghosting over your clit through your underwear.
âAre you sure you didnât miss me?â She smiled feeling the wet spot on your panties.
âI did.â You breathed out.
She leant into you with her whole body and swept her hand inside your panties so she could plunge two fingers inside you. âGooood, girll.â She dragged out.
Your back arched back into the door as you threw your head back and moaned. You bucked your hips to match her pace, already feeling incredibly satisfied due to the fact that itâs been days.
She left trails of violet on your neck and chest. Your tank top was holding on merely by one strap. Your lungs gave out every time you looked down at her. She looked menacing, taking over your mind and body in the simplest way. She worked you nearly to an orgasm but you stopped yourself.
âI want- uh! I want you inside of me, pleasee.â You practically moaned out.
At first she gave you a look that said âI am inside of youâ but then quickly realized what you meant.
âFuck yeah.â She scooped your thighs up and lifted you so she could carry you like a toddler to your bedroom.
She purposefully dropped you on the floor, leaving you stunned and dazed while she went to get the strap that she knew the exact location of.
You heard the sound of your drawer slamming shut and her clothes hitting the floor. Suddenly she was grabbing your chin and telling you to open your mouth, you just stared.
With a quick slap to the face she grabbed you harder and repeated herself. âOpen up baby. Thought you wanted this.â
You complied, even sticking out your tongue. She mumbled âgood girlâ before spitting in your mouth. âSuck.â
You didnât hesitate, you didnât have much thoughts in your head to think about doing anything else besides what she told you. She said praises to you under her breath while pushing the pink strap further into your throat, causing you to gag.
Once she thought it was enough, she gripped you by the shoulders and threw you up onto your bed. You already knew to spread your legs as she joined you on your beige colored duvet.
She lined herself up with you, not wasting another second and slid inside. You gasped out a moan gripping and scratching at her arms and back. In no time she had picked up her pace and found the right rhythm, and place to drive you crazy.
âShit. Arenât you happy you let me inside now? Hm?â
âMhmm..â You let out, knowing she was twisting the story.
âYeah..you are.â She smiled to herself.
At this point it was apparent that she was chasing her own high. The way her brows furrowed and her hips dug deeper into you every thrust told you that she was getting close herself.
You couldnât be mad at this, no matter how much you felt that you should. You were both inching closer and closer to the edge of that cliffâthe one where everything would crumble, and youâd both fall apart.
She hit a certain spot inside of you, and you basically screamed her name. Euphoria touched every spot of your body and you had forgot every other emotion in that moment.
It slowly passed and you brushed your hair out of your face, got yourself up on both elbows to look at vi and realized you came at the same time. She had the same shattered look that you were sure was in your face.
You locked eyes, breathing heavy in the same position and time froze.

A/n! I was gonna write toxic!ellie but I had to get this idea out firstđŤ! This was pure filth, i thinkkk, but i hope you like it. And there is definitely more where this came from. Also where is everyone getting their page dividers from? I canât find any cute ones that are a png.
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