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theereina · 7 days ago

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New Year, Same Bullshit

Pairing: Toxic Babydaddy!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +3.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (male receiving), P in V, Toxic Dom!Terry *if you squint and turn your head*, cum play *sort of*, brattiness galore, facials *no spa*🤭

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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Terry: I hope all is well. My mom told me she has TJ. Hope you enjoy yourself tonight.

Me: I hope I do, too.

Terry: I was thinking about something earlier.

Me: ???

Terry: New Year, new us?

I paused for a second in disbelief. I knew this man was not trying this bullshit tonight. I guess this year's motto was “new year, same bullshit”. I sat there for a second and stared at myself in my vanity's mirror.

I could feel the petty in me rising. I texted Terry back with nothing but ill intentions. “New year, new us”, huh?

Me: Nah. New year, and new dick. Cheers to 2025!🥂✨

I waited until I knew Terry saw the message and blocked his number. I knew I was pushing Terry's buttons but oh well.

2 hours later

“Lele, ain't that Terry?” asked one of the women who came out with me and my best friend.

“Aww, hell. Lele, it is him. He's coming this way, and he looks pissed!” my best friend, Tyler, said.

“I don't care. What he gonna do? Whoop me!” I laughed out loud, spinning to see Terry barreling through the crowd.

I stopped dancing when I saw his face. Maybe, I shouldn't have said that.

“Terry, wait? I didn't mean—,” I said as soon as he stood before me.

“Nah… You meant that shit. New dick, huh?” Terry said, eyeing me down.

As much as I was scared for my life, I was hoping that this night would end the way I wanted it to. Fuck! I needed this.

“You think that shit was funny? Ty, y'all here alone, or did she come with someone?” he asked, looking towards Tyler.

“Terry, I didn't come h—,” I started to speak.

Terry's eyes darted back to meet mine.

“Love, I wasn't talking to you. I asked Tyler. When I want you to speak, I'll let you know.”

“Oh, shit. He not playing with her ass,” said one of the women in the group.

“Yes, we came alone. No, she didn't come here with anyone. I promise,” Tyler said, looking at me.

“I can't believe you're doing this shit right now,” I mumbled under my breath.

“What did you say? I couldn't hear you,” Terry spat, glaring down at me.

“Nothing,” I whispered.

“Yeah, that's what the fuck I thought. Enjoy yourself, sweetheart. I'll be waiting for you when you get home,” he said, holding the back of my head and kissing my forehead.

“Huh? You don't live with me,” I uttered in confusion.

“I still have my key, and I pay the bills there. Don't I? Oh, okay then. Like I said, I'll see you when you get home,” he said, letting me go.

“Oh, and do me a favor, love. Don't drink too much. I need you alert and responsive tonight,” Terry said, walking away.

As I watched Terry leave, I felt my heart racing. There was no calming down from this.

“Fuck me!” I yelled quietly as soon as Terry was out of sight.

“Girl, what the fuck did you do this time?” Tyler asked me, handing me a drink.

I looked at the fruity concoction like it was poison. I knew this sugary ass shit wasn't going to do anything to call my nerves. I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed the drink in two full gulps.

“Damn! That man finna tear yo' ass up. Ain't he?” one of the women asked while laughing.

“You don't even know the half. Tyler, can you keep yo’ godson tomorrow? I got a funny feeling I'm not gonna be straight after tonight,” I asked Tyler, searching her eyes for sympathy.

“Yeah, I got my baby. Now, you just tell me what the fuck you did,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, Ty. I think I fucked up this time,” I said, shaking my head. I pulled her over to one of the couches in the section, hoping that I could talk to her privately.

As I proceeded to tell Tyler what happened, I could see her face shift from concern to amusement.

“Why do you look like you wanna laugh?” I asked when I finished.

“Uh, sis… How did he know where you were?” Tyler asked, looking at me with concern.

“I don't… I don't know. How the fuck did he know I was here?” I asked, questioning myself more than Tyler.

4 nerve-racking hours later

I had literally spent all night trying to come up with a reason not to come home. I knew that whatever was on the other side of that door was going to be— something memorable.

I made sure to stop drinking hours ago. His “alert and responsive” remark was a warning that only WE understood. My insides were screaming because I knew Terry had a way of breaking me down and putting me back together again in the most— sensual and pleasurable way. Yes, there may be pain involved, but I couldn't care less.

I was well aware of what came with provoking Terry. At this point, it was a game for me, and my prize was always the best dick a girl could ever ask for. That was definitely the one thing I missed about having Terry living at home— the in-house, on-demand dick. Always hard, and always ready.

It was a little after 4 in the morning. I was pushing my luck coming in this late, but I might as well fully enjoy what may be my last night out for a while. I was either about to get fucked up, be fucked, or both.

After realizing that Terry's truck was nowhere to be found, I scanned the streets to see if he parked there instead. Nothing.

I reluctantly began walking to the door. How was this possible? Even the walk up to my front door was causing me anxiety. Every goddamn step felt like I was approaching the gates of hell. Was I really letting this man make me feel like a child coming home when they know they're getting an ass whooping? Yes.

I slowed my steps and began putting my hair in a ponytail. If it's one thing I knew, this ponytail may save my life. Then again, it may do the opposite. Aww, fuck!

I tossed my heels and purse into one hand while adjusting my keys with the other. Placing the key into the keyhole, I quietly unlocked the door. I paused before opening the door, praying that Terry wasn't standing on the other side.

Sliding inside as quickly as I could, I tiptoed inside the house and locked the door. From what I could see, he wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. I stood quietly in an attempt to possibly hear if he was somewhere in the house. I flattened my back against the door since I was still unsure of my surroundings.

From somewhere to the right of me, I heard something dart towards me. I turned around in a panic. Right as I was about to make a run for it, I saw that the culprit had a tail. I WAS ABOUT TO RUN FROM MY DAMN CAT!!!

I took a deep breath and leaned down to pick up the cat. But… As soon as my knees hit the floor, I felt a hand on the back of my head. I screamed out in shock, startling the cat.

“Oh, nah. Shit that shit up! I told you I would be waiting for you. Didn't I?” Terry growled, pulling me by my ponytail.

Like I said. The ponytail was a gift and a curse.

“Just…” I yelled, grabbing his hands in my hair.

“Touch me again. I dare you. Imma do more than tie yo’ ass up!” Terry said, holding my face to look up at him.

“Terry, I'm sorry. I was just jo—!” I started, letting my hands fall beside me.

“That was supposed to be a joke. Ha! We gone see what's funny in a minute.” Terry said, letting go of my hair.

As much as my brain was telling me to run, my pussy was begging me to stay even more.

Terry's hand wrapped around my forearm. “Stand up!” he barked.

“Please, I said I’m—,” I said, standing to my feet.

“If I have to tell you to shut up again…” Terry said, pulling me to face him.

I used the back of my hand to wipe the tears that were now falling.

“I hope you don't think those tears are stopping shit. Ain't no sense in crying. You did this to yourself, Alicia. I was trying to be nice to you, but you just don't know when to leave me the fuck alone,” Terry said, stepping closer to me.

I gulped as he glared at me, blinking slowly. Every breath he released was hot and heavy— weighed down in anger. It's as if he was battling to control himself.

“You thought that shit was so cute. Didn't you? I bet you and your little friends had a good laugh at that, huh?” Terry said, leaning down and resting his forehead on mine.

“You can speak, now. Choose your words wisely,” he said. He straightened his posture and stood to his full height, holding his hands in front of him.

“I'm sorry. I didn't tell anyone but Tyler. I swear,” I spat out as quickly as I could.

Terry paused to look at me. His eyes darkened in lust and anger. I let my gaze drop to the floor.

“Nah, you know better. Eyes on me at all times, right?” Terry demanded.

“Yes,” I said, trailing my eyes up Terry's body. I let my gaze linger on the bulge that had grown in his jeans.

“Unh unh. You gone see that in a minute. Look at me, Alicia!” Terry said, forcing me to look at him.

I rubbed my forearm nervously. I waited for Terry to say something else. Instead, he turned on his heels and sat on the couch.

Leaning back on the couch, he placed his arm over the back. “Better yet. Come here and bring your phone with you,” he said, motioning for me to approach him.

I slowly picked up my phone from the floor and walked up to him. I stood between his legs. He dropped his gaze to the floor, letting me know to kneel. I kneeled in front of him while never breaking eye contact.

“Good girl. Thank you for finally listening. Give me your phone.”

Handing him my phone, my mind immediately started to race. I knew if this man went through that phone. My ass was grass!

“Terry, wait!” I yelled, stopping him.

“Oh, you must be hiding something. You are crazy as hell if you think I can't go through a phone that I pay for every month. However, that's the least of my concerns right now,” he scoffed, tossing the phone beside him on the couch.

“I just… I… I know that… if…,” I stuttered.

“Don't even worry about it, love. Because after tonight, it won't matter what nigga is in that phone. You'll know who you belong to. I can promise you that.”

Terry leaned forward, grabbing the side of my face firmly. I gasped in anticipation.

“I don't understand why you choose to play with me, baby girl. Here I am asking for my family back, and your ass wants to play these childish ass games.”

“Terry, baby. I—,” I said before he placed his hand around the front of my throat. I instantly shut my mouth.

“Look at that! How sweet. I didn't even have to do it, and you knew.” Terry said, biting his bottom lip. He moaned as he watched me. He was more than thrilled with my natural obedience.

Moving his hand to cup my chin, he let his thumb trace the silhouette of my bottom lip.

“Mmm… Daddy misses these lips. The way they look, the way they feel— everything!”

Terry's hand let go of my chin as he sank back into the couch. I watched fervently as he undid his belt. Making quick work of his pants, he freed himself from the confinement of his boxers.

I eyed his dick, waiting for his permission to even touch it.

“I told you you'd get to see it. Unfortunately, touching it ain't an option. At least not right now, especially with that foul mouth of yours.”

My face dropped in disbelief as I began to pout.

“What you will get to do is watch me. Watch me while I… uh… make you wish it was you handling this for me.” Terry laughed while lifting my head back up to watch him.

So, it begins. This is the part where he breaks me.

Terry wrapped his hand firmly around the base of his dick. “All you had to do was behave, but you just can't. I bet you'll be on your best fuckin’ behavior after tonight.”

Terry's hand stroked the length of his shaft. His contentment was already evident as small droplets of precum began to leak from his tip.

I rested my hands on my thighs, pressing my fingertips into the cushion of my thighs. I was fighting the urge to lick what I felt was mine; however, I knew that wouldn't end the way I wanted. Licking my tongue out, I let it slide across the flesh of my bottom lip.

Terry grunted in response. My eyes darted from his dick to his face. His eyes were low and wanton. He was just as needy as I was. Our gazes locked in fervor, passing a mutual message that intensified the salacious hunger between us.

Terry's hand sped up and tightened around his head. His grunts grew deeper and more primal. He was feigning to cum.

I tilted my head and lowered my gaze, pleading with my eyes. Sitting here with my hands in my lap wasn't enough for me. I whined while wiggling my hips, trying to feel something to help the ache between my legs.

“Fuck! You got 3 minutes to make me cum or else!” Terry said, leaning up and grabbing the back of my head.

He didn't even have to finish his movement. My mouth was on his dick before he could even grab me. I was horny, I was needy, and most importantly, I was hungry.

I took all of Terry in on a single inhale not giving a fuck about my throat. I needed this. I let saliva fall from my mouth and down the sides of his shaft. Pulling back, I hollowed out my cheeks and created a vacuum around the head of Terry's dick.

“Ahhh, fuck. You… you always know… ugh.. exactly what to do, baby girl. That's right. This dick is yours, mama. Ahhh, shit. Keep going, baby,” Terry said, stroking the side of my face.

I moaned around his dick. Swallowing his full length again with pride, I smiled around him. Opening my mouth slowly, I sunk down further until my nose hit the patch of hair he grew there. Relaxing every muscle in my throat I let him sit in the back of my throat while I hummed and moaned in pleasure. This… this was the ache I was seeking. This was what I wanted to feel— the burn and stretch of this very moment.

I pulled off of Terry with a pop, watching as a thin string of saliva and cum fell from my lips. Grabbing him mid-shaft, I began to jerk his dick. Fully consumed by my own pleasure, I failed to immediately take notice of Terry's silence.

I looked up to see Terry's eyes closed as he released a slew of low, rough moans. I instantly put my mouth back on him, focusing solely on his head. Using my tongue to massage his tip, I was hoping to push Terry over the edge.

Watching him closely, I marveled at the sight before me. His head had rolled back on his shoulders, and his bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth. As I felt Terry's dick begin to pulse, I took him into the back of my throat again. I wanted every drop of him, and I was going to make sure I got it.

Letting him paint the back of my throat was the only thing on my mind. I started sucking Terry like my life depended on it. His hand gripped the back of my head, but even that didn't stop me. I rested my hands on Terry's legs for support as I put my all into it.

As soon as I felt like the first drops of cum were about to make an appearance, Terry grunted and pulled me back. His dick fell from my mouth and into his own hands. Leaning my head back, Terry stroked himself twice before erupting— all over my face.

I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sticky substance coat my eyelashes along with my forehead, nose, and lips. I exhaled as I thanked God that I closed my eyes in time.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!” Terry barked as I felt him moving around.

I opened my mouth and felt him push his dick inside again. Resting the full weight of his dick on my tongue, he told me to keep my mouth open.

“Smile!” he said as I heard a camera shutter.

Without a second thought, my eyes shot open.

“For memories. Adding it to the stash.”

Of course! That's what the fuck he wanted the phone for. I pulled back, letting his dick fall out. “I told you that you're mine. Didn't I?” he said, leaning up.

“Oh, don't think we're done either. Stand up!” he nodded.

I rose to my feet, wobbling. As I stood before Terry, I went to wipe my face. His hand reached out to grab my hand.

“Nah, baby girl. You gone wear that shit with pride. I plan on marking my territory in more ways than one. There will be no creampies tonight,” he warns, standing from the couch.

“But Terry I—,” I said.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me. Wrapping my legs around him, he turned to walk towards the hallway. My body practically melted into him as I clung to his back. I began to whine and moan while kissing his neck.

“Daddy missed this pussy— MY pussy,” Terry moaned as his hands pushed the strapless dress I wore up past my stomach. The thin fabric began bunching up.

“Ahhh, mmmm. Fuck!” I moaned, placing my hands around his neck.

As we approached the bedroom door, Terry didn't even reach to open it. Instead, he opted for kicking it open.

“Don't worry. I'll fix it!” he grinned.

Walking to the foot of the bed, he laid me directly in the middle. He stepped back and completely undressed himself. God Lord, I missed this body.

I leaned up and began kissing and touching his abdomen. Moving my hands out of the way, Terry's hands went to the neckline of the dress as he leaned over me. In one swift move, he tore the top of the dress in half, continuing to tear the fabric from my body until nothing was left.

While I was preoccupied with my own thoughts, he pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed and settling between my thighs, he wrapped my legs around his waist.

Looking at me with the most sinful smirk, he entered me in one thrust. I gasped out in both pain and pleasure. We hadn't had sex in over four months. The feeling of him stretching my pussy out sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“You gone feel me tonight, baby. All of me,” he said, leaning down to kiss my neck.

Pulling every inch of his dick out to the tip, he inserted himself again. He was clearly on a mission.

Thrust after thrust…

“So, you gone give my pussy away? Huh? Answer me when I'm talkin' to you!” he said, thrusting into me harder.

“No!” I yelled as my back arched off the bed.

Using nothing but his body weight, Terry flattened me out again. “No, ma'am.” He said, pulling out to thrust back in again. “The fuck you moving for? You gone take this dick. It's yours, ain't?” he asked, kissing my chin.

“Yes, this… this is… ahhh, fuckkk… This is my dick!” I screamed out as he pounded into me. Every thrust knocked the syllables from my lips.

“That's right. This your dick, baby. All of it! Every fuckin' inch, mama! Now, what you gone do with it, huh?” he growled in my ear, taunting me.

“I'm… gonna… fuckin'… take… it!” I whimpered. His thrusts began to pick up speed.

“Good girl, and you gone let me cum wherever I want to, right?” Terry coaxed, hitting my g-spot over and over again.

“Yes!” I yelled, clawing at Terry's back.

I was so close to cumming, and this shit felt so damn good. Hell, I'd even let him cum on my face again.

“I knew my baby would. Who pussy this is, mama?” he asked, smirking.

“Yours! For… ever! Terry, please! Can… ohhhh… can I cum?” I begged as I felt my climax quickly approaching.

“You better wet this dick up, too. Come on, baby.” Terry uttered softly, talking me through it. “Oouu… look at my baby,” he said, fucking me through my orgasm.

“Terry!” I moaned out, digging into his forearms.

“Look at that shit! Wet as fuck!” he said, watching himself slip in and out.

“Yes! Shit! Ohhh, fuck!” I gasped as he slowed his strokes.

“Yeah! Just like that. You ready? Tell Daddy that you're ready,” he groaned clearly at his peak.

“Please, Daddy! Cum for me!” I yelled.

Terry pulled out, aiming straight for my pussy and stomach. I watched intently as ropes of cum landed on my lower abdomen and the mound of my pussy. Using his dick, Terry began to mix the remainder of his cum into my own. He beamed as he created a disgusting and sloppy mess between my legs.

“I wish you could see it, baby. It's so pretty,” he said, looking up. His eyes roamed over the entirety of my body, lingering on the areas covered in his cum. “You look so pretty, mama,” Terry praised.

“I know I do, and it's all because of you,” I said, pulling Terry in for a kiss.

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niefics · 1 year ago

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“JUST FRIENDS” — P.SH X FEM!Y/N

Sypnosis : Y/n L/n struggles to keep her friendship with her closest friend Sunghoon normal, however they struggle horribly, fighting their urges for him in more ways then one. PART 2 !

Warnings : Possibly cringey jokes, cursing, pet names, smut, not proofread, sloppy (?) blowjob

Wc : 2021

— I wake up immediately, startled by the sudden noise. I hear constant banging coming from my apartment door, I got up walking into the living room to my front door. I stepped on my tippy toes looking up into the peephole to see my bestfriend, park sunghoon. I open the door tiredly to see him, giving me a bright smile, weird for this hour. “Why are you at 12am?” I asked in a tired tone, rubbing my eye.

“Because, I wanted to see you that’s all.” He spoke, I knew for a fact there was a reason he’d come over so unexpected. “Jake has a girl over doesn’t he ?” He nodded quickly, i moved to the side letting him in as he takes his shoes off and going to my couch sitting on it. “Y/n, it’s so loud I wanted to break down.” He whined to me. I rolled my eyes knowing he wouldn’t have a care in a world if it was him getting laid. “Her moans aren’t even hot so it’s wor-.” The actual fuck

My face contorted in a way it showed my disgust. “Why, did I have to know ?” I asked, he laughed. “I mean trust me if you were there you’d understand, she sounds like a donkey.” Alright that one was kinda funny but he doesn’t need to know. “A donkey is crazy, truly.” I spoke finally sitting on the couch beside him crossing my legs. “No, but I really did miss you.” He spoke in a more serious tone. I lift my eyebrow crossing my arms.

“You saw me earlier ?” “So, and I can tell you missed me too look at you in my hoodie.” I scoffed, I can’t deny I like him not enough for it to be obvious in my opinion. A simple smile whenever I see him is the most he’ll see. “Okay? It’s comfortable and the perfect size.” Sunghoon looked at me, with a look on his face. “You know what else is the perfect size.”

“I will send you home to hear Jake bend some girl over don’t start with the dick size bullshit.” Honestly, I’ve heard those same jokes since middle school, and the fact we both decided to go to the same university was worse. I was kind of glad to see him here and there, I mean he is my bestfriend after all. “Y/n,” he dragged my name out like he always does when he’s about to ask me something like a child. “Can we make food and watch a movie ?” I got up, going into my kitchen pulling out a pot filling it with water. I pulled out his favorite ramen pouring it into the water with the seasoning.

The food was getting closer to being done when I felt his figure above me grabbing extra things from above me like bowls for our food. He pulled them down with one hand his hand staying in my waist as he grabbed one more thing from the cabinet. I look down and saw his conventionally veiny hand on my waist whilst I was also wearing his hoodie still. I took a deep breath worrying more about our food and less about the fact his head is right beside mine .. wait.

“Y/nnie, how the food going ?” He asked, closed to my ear. His warm breath cm away from my ear. “.. Almost.” I spoke trying to make it not obvious it was doing something to me. “Okay, I’ll be waiting, call me when you’re done.” He suddenly kissed my cheek, I turned my head back to see him, I looked up at him. “What’s wrong sweets?” He asked calmly. “What’s up with you and this sudden affection ?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders, walking away soon after.

Finally the foods finished, I make out plates. Sunghoon comes in to check on me seeing that the food is done he come sun and decides to take over. “Hmm, let me take these you can carry the waters.” He spoke walking into the living room with our food in hands. “Why are you acting so .. affectionate.” I questioned. “I can’t be nice ?” He spoke. “What? No! No.. you’re just acting different.” I spoke watching him stand in place turning toward me. “What are you talking about ? I don’t think I’m acting weird.” I nodded slowly. “Yes you are. You’ve been more, how can I say this.” I spoke. “Clingy .. you know ?” I said after collecting my words. He looks at me confused yet trying to understand what I was talking about. “Hey let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He spoke, sitting the food down on my coffee table. I roll my eyes and frustration.

— As he watched our favorite movie that we occasionally watched together while eating, I occasionally glanced at him wondering what was going on for him to do that. I was trying so hard to understand. I finished my food, placing it in the coffee table and grabbing my water bottle opening it and as soon as I opened it to drink from the bottle, I feel my things get cold causing me to curse under my breath. “Fuck.” I got up quickly to go change tops and to wipe my wet thighs down. “Y/n?” He spoke watching me get up so abruptly, getting up soon after me to follow me into my room. I didn’t notice, as I thought he was still engulfed by the comedy movie.

“Fuck.” He spoke realizing what I was doing by the time I was searching through my closet for a top to wear.. nothing on my chest since I was just at home. “Shit!” I spoke in a whisper realizing he was there, he wasn’t there for long covering his eyes after seeing a glimpse of my bare chest. My nipples were surprisingly hard and very noticeable in his small glimpse. “Im.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” He spoke walking into the nearest room which was the bathroom.

The moment replayed in his head like a catchy song making it hard for him to think about anything else but the boner growing in his grey sweats. He didn’t expect something as a bare chest to get him hard, he didn’t know wether it was because of how close he was to her early being a factor or the innocent look I gave him unintentionally.

I quickly changed to a big tshirt, running to my bathroom to knock on the door. “Did you see anything ?” I asked, to be fair i would be to embarrassed to face him weather or not it was a yes or no. “N.. no.” He spoke, slowly starting to panic trying to find a way to quickly conceal his aching boner. He pulled down his sweater which was conveniently dark, hopefully it was hard to notice. He opened to the door to see. “Don’t worry .. I didn’t see anything anyways. Let’s finish the movie.” He spoke, as we walked back into my living room. He knew one way or another he’d half to find a way to calm himself down. Taking the blanket covering himself.

I took a bit of the blanket to cover myself and to keep warm, I feel him snatch the blanket a little in fear of me noticing his still aching boner. “What are you doing ?” I questioned trying to act like he didn’t see me half naked. “I’m cold that’s all.” He spoke, i questioned why he would be cold when he is covered head to toe, i on the other hand would be the one cold in the situation. “Sunghoon.. you have a thick ass hoodie on.” I spoke, he yanked the blanket once again. “So ? It’s still a bit chilly in here.” Sunghoon is acting way to strange for me genuinely.

“I’m not about to playing tugle war with you.” I spoke pulling the blanket back and seeing that there’s enough space for both of us. “Stop snatching the blanket, you have some.” I spoke, taking my eyes back to the movie while sunghoon struggled to keep his mind off the sight he saw earlier. The movie seemed like it was gonna play forever, he sighed his mind and body becoming impatient. “Y/n..” he spoke looking at me. I turned to look at him, humming to his call of my name. “Can you help me with something?” He asked softly looking at me in the eyes, i hummed. “With what?” I asked, feeling my hand get grabbed by his pulling me a little closer to him as he guided my hand to his boner, surprising me.

I was startled snatching my hand back, I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t that. “I tried to hide the fact I did see you topless for half a second, but the thought is eating me alive .. please help me fix it?” He spoke with pleading eyes making think about it extra hard. He moved the blanket showing me his boner, the tv reflection hitting it. I looked at him, debating if I should let him hit or something faster, a blow job. I mean I might be a little rusty but it’ll help with his problem for the most part.

I never really expected our friendship to come like this, me helping him with a blowjob. I mean yes I kinda like him, but never expected this to ever happen.

— I sighed, slowly rubbing his hard on. He relaxed trying to calm his nerves down. My nervousness skyrocketed, looking at him, giving him a signal to pull his sweats and boxers down. I am truly glad I didn’t let him fuck because the fear that came on my face when I saw how big it was. It was bigger then I’ve ever had and a little longer too. I started rubbing his shaft as I saw precum seep out of his slit as I started to collect my saliva. I lowered myself down closer to his shaft slowly spitting on it, pulling back up and rubbing it just as before.

I rubbed my thumb over his slit, as i tried to calm my nerves down before putting my mouth on his member. He realized I was a bit nervous, rubbing my back ultimately calming me a little. I sighed finally putting my mouth on his shaft causing him to gasp. I went up and down slowly molding my mouth to fit around him almost perfectly. He started breathing faster, grabbing my hair and helping me go down a little more till I started gagging. There was still space left before I hit the base of his shaft, I placed my hand around it to pump it as i bobbed my head.

Low groans, cursing and wet gag noises could be heard, the movie long over. “Ah .. fuck!” He groaned as I struggled to breathe, tears falling down my face while my hands were no longer on his shaft after I was finally able to take it all like a “good girl.” As he put it.

His thighs were a bit messy with slobber. He didn’t care whatsoever, enjoying the sight of using me to get off. “I’m so cl.. o.. se.” He whined unintentionally thrusting into my mouth while still holding my hair. “G..onna le..t me use that cunny too?” By now I could tell he was lost gone, nothing but the thought of cumming in my mouth was his main and only thought. But I couldn’t deny the thought of him fucking me made me wet and needy.

His hips stuttered as he held my mouth as he came shortly after he let me breathe moments before. I tried my best to swallow all of hit, some seeping onto my lips. I bobbed my head a little so he could ride out his high, his hand letting go of my now messy hair. I sit up whipping and kicking the rest of the cum off my thumb.

He patted his lap, wanting me to sit on it. “Come here.” He demanded.

#park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon hard hours #kpop smut #enhypen smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon #enhypen x you

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meldingintheunderdark · 4 months ago

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Because Halsin is a big manly man, I often see the same NSFW headcanons about him. Tbh the similar kind of masculinity and the gender roles permeating these headcanons/stories are disheartening. I completely understand we all have wildly different kinks and desires, however Halsin is so often reduced to his mouth, his hands and his dick. The rest of his body doesn’t exist. It’s so sad. He has a breeding kink, he likes oral and he gives good aftercare. Like I said: mouth, hands, dick. Aftercare isn't for him. Once again, to each their own. I get it. At the end of the day, we all enjoy Halsin differently and these headcanons aren't for me at all.

So, I'll share some of mine too!

NSFW under the cut, MDNI please.

Halsin is hairy. Back, ass, legs, arms, chest, he’s hairy everywhere. He loves to feel the fingers of his lover combing the coarse hair. He really likes when they pull gently on his wild pubes and his hairy inner thighs. Sensitive areas.

His partner grinding against one of his hairy limbs will arouse him so much. Thigh, knee, his ass or his back, he doesn’t care how odd the chosen area can be. Feeling their sex rubbing against his hairy body is always hot.

He loves to receive oral, but he melts if his partner takes care of his balls. Caressing, licking, swallowing. They’re too often ignored because, once again, hairy, but the man opens his legs in the blink of an eye the second his lover’s fingers/tongue are touching them.

Halsin has a prostate. He loves when the existence of his prostate is acknowledged. I personally headcanon that his past lovers were obsessed with his manly appearance and so rarely asked if he wanted to bottom, or even cared for his feelings because he was so big and strong. Having his prostate milked sensually makes him go bright red. It’s the care, the languid demeanor of his partner, the languorous and sultry atmosphere... If it’s combined with his breeding kink, like making him fill the bottom of a glass or commenting about the quantity and quality of his seed, he's blissed out. Yes, he’s an excellent breeder.

He blushes like a fair maiden if his lover wants to eat his ass but they never hear no.

An easy way to make him moan is to ask him to finger himself while his partner is watching. The intensity of their gaze is almost too much. He feels so desired.

A good stretch is wonderful. If his partner has a cock and likes topping, he will never make them feel like they aren’t enough. He loves their dick. A toy simply offers new opportunities to have fun and new sensations. If his partner pegs him, he’s eager to suck their fake dick too. He doesn’t care if it isn’t flesh. The eroticism is exhilarating.

If the goal is to make him stammer, his lover should ask him to sit on their face. He’s very worried. He’s also very eager.

His tits are sensitive. Pinched, bitten, caressed, covered with spit, Halsin himself is surprised by the intensity of the sensations.

Halsin doesn’t care if his lover can deep throat him. It isn’t pleasurable to make them uncomfortable. He prefers good anatomical knowledge. Halsin can come thanks to frenum stimulations only.

Halsin’s sense of smell is canonically superior. He has a big scent kink. He prefers his lover sweaty. He prefers to be sweaty. He loves to press his face against their groin and stay here. He loves to hear them inhaling his musk too.

He loves to be so aroused he feels like he’s in rut. If mushrooms can induce this altered state of mind, he’s definitely growing some. His bear side can also create this rut-like fever. Chasing his lover with his sense of smell only, remembering the scent of their skin, of their sex. Sometimes, he cannot control himself and the bear takes over. If his partner loves his wildshape too, he’s the happiest druid.

In game, biology doesn’t matter much. A character can switch between a cock and a vulva without consequences, therefore I hc the spell to change one’s genitals is very accessible. You have breasts and you want a dick for a day or the rest of your life? Here you go! End of the story. Halsin absolutely wants to have sex with a pussy at least once. He’s curious and open-minded, furthermore a clit seems like the powerhouse of pleasure. Of course he's eager to try. It’s a whole natural bush down here. If his lover is uncomfortable with a vulva/vagina, he will have his fun alone.

Halsin loves masturbation. Sometimes, he chooses to enjoy himself alone rather than with his partner. It’s healthy. Moreover, his fantasies also give him new ideas. He likes to tell them about his solo times though. He likes to hear about theirs too. Masturbating together, but not each other, is a lot of fun. He can also learn a lot about his partner’s preferences and vice versa.

Overstimulation makes him pray Silvanus. Going soft inside his lover while they’re still clenching around his spent cock is divine. If they manage to keep him inside their ass/mouth/vagina, he will likely get hard again.

He’s 350 years old. Erectile dysfunction can happen. If his partner is into his soft cock too, sex will be even better. Less pressure to perform.

Foreskin. He loves foreskin. On a clit, on a dick, he loves to watch it move back and forth, to taste it. He also loves when his partner toys with his. Sliding their tongue or their finger between his glans and his foreskin, suckling on it, pinching it... If his lover has a dick with an intact foreskin, docking is wonderful. He will still attempt to cover his partner’s clit with his foreskin though. Sex can be silly.

Halsin can totally submit. He loves it. In fact, curative BDSM can help him a lot to deal with his traumas. Master/Pet is his favorite setting.

After a scene, or just after sex, Halsin often feels very cold. The first time his lover leads aftercare, he's truly emotional. Dom/top deserve aftercare. Big, strong men deserve aftercare. He isn’t used to be pampered at all. He likes to eat honey.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 halsin #halsin #Halsin Silverbough #halsin nsft

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years ago

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Could you please write how the monster trio would react if they swap bodies with their s/o?

Monster Trio Swaps Bodies With You (NSFW-ISH)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of smut, Also crack, Luffy and Sanji are a bit OOC

Luffy

“Y/N LOOK! IF I HAD MY POWERS I’D DO GUM GUM PISTOL WITH YOUR—“

“PUT A SHIRT ON LUFFY!”

He couldn’t care less about being it in your body, he treats it the exact same way as he does his body so please WATCH HIM

“How do i pee. Y/N. Y/N I have to pee how do I pee—“

“Sit down.”

“No I don’t have to take a dump I have to pee—“

“GIRLS SIT DOWN WHEN THEY PEE—“

He is laughing at it at first, but he doesn’t care too much

Up until he realizes he doesn’t have his powers anymore

He spends all day trying to teach you how to use his stretchy powers especially since you kept accidentally doing it to your arms

“You’re so bad at controlling it. Don’t worry i was that way at first too.”

“SHUT UP AND FIX MY ARMS!”

It’s fun to see him struggle with managing your breast whether they are big or small though.

He’d get so frustrated on how to properly lay down he starts to whine

(a bit NSFW) While in your body, he got aroused and didn’t understand how the hell he got so wet, you explained it to him awkwardly and when you gave him permission to “relieve” himself he demanded that you watch him.

Play with himself

In your body.

It was a pretty fun thing to watch, because he knew the exact struggle of why you always ask him to use his fingers instead of yours.

“How the hell do you masturbate with these short fingers? I see why you always ask me.”

Zoro

Freaking out because he woke up to himself.

“WHO ARE YOU!?”

“I AM YOU!”

“YOU ARE NOT WHO ARE YOU?!”

“YOU DUMBASS WE SWITCHED BODIES I AM YOU AND YOU ARE ME!”

“WHO THE HELL IS ‘ME’”

So after an hour of unnecessary screaming Zoro is pissy all damn day about the situation, especially since he can’t train nor fight like he usually does

“You are weak as all hell, Y/N. I can’t even hold my swords in your body.”

“Oh shut up you ass. AND DO NOT PUT YOUR SWORDS IN MY MOUTH THAT THING IS HEAVY!”

“Oh but you can hold it just fine when I put it in your mouth as I fuc—“

“SHUT UP!”

He actually gets upset about your breast.

“…seriously.”

“What? They’re heavy.”

“YOURS ARE BIGGER THAN MINE?!”

You on the other hand—

“Where are you going?”

“I wanna…I wanna ….play with it.”

“….with what.”

“Your dick.”

“…”

“..”

“….please:”

“No.”

“PLEASE ZORO THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY.”

You do but it’s not something he necessarily was happy about.

Sanji

(If you watched Punk Hazard then you already know how he’s ganna act.)

…..

You woke up and he was gone.

In the bathroom.

Taking pictures.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

“BABY PLEASE—“

He was such a giggly mess all day.

His hand was constantly in your shirt, squeezing your breast. He tried not to smoke but you allowed him to so he switched between lolipops and his cigarettes to make sure he doesn’t harm your pretty lungs.

Sanji is so happy to be in your body he spent about 45 minutes trying on outfits to wear

and yes

he picked the tiniest

skimpiest

outfit

You had to actually watch him get dressed. Not because you didn’t trust him but he just wouldn’t hurry up. He kept standing in front of the mirror in y’all room ….naked. Just staring.

“Can you….”

“Your body is so beautiful Y/N…!!”

He was literally living his dream.

Even though he was a pervert for most of it he did take care of your body. He made sure not to bruise it when fighting, he kept you hydrated, and even made sure you kept up with your hair and skin routine.

You however kept looking at yourself in Sanji’s body and got semi-hard.

It felt…weird?

“Sanji…”

“Yes, my love?”

He turns to see you in his body, pointing at his dick and if you had any color on your face it was now gone due to embarrassment.

Sanji suggested something

“….How about…we..y’know…”

“…with our bodies switched?”

Sanji nods, and it seemed weird but the thought of feeling a male orgasm interested you

So you agree

Long story short you both do it and from that point on Sanji has a new appreciation for a woman’s body and now he tries EXTRA harder to make you orgasm more AND faster

Win/win?

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totheblood · 2 years ago

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jealous!ellie headcanons

a/n: these are modern headcanons sooooo... and this isn't jealous gf ellie, this is pining loser lesbian ellie... lol also super inspired by the talented @rxllingstones and @whore-era after reading their amazing fics tonight... pls go read them.. and for u fiends... there is ai audios at the bottom... more uploaded on sc bc tumblr hates me

ellie is incredibly hard to read

or at least that's what she tells herself

it's almost written all over her face how much she hates the people you date when she's in a five-foot radius of them

she tells herself she doesn't care (she's lying) but she can't ignore how her grip tightens when she sees you lip-locking some loser you met at a party

but she always finds herself at your side, pulling you away from them and back into the corner with her

"hey there, pretty girl. having fun?"

"i was until you cock-blocked me."

"there wasn't much to block... i heard his dick's small."

but the curse of having feelings for you was that you were always dating someone

it always comes up when the group goes out to dinner and the topic of who you're dating comes up

like it does every week...

"i actually really like him for you" dina shares, a genuine smile on her face

"yeah, dude's cool" jesse agrees, slinging his arm around dina in the booth

and then all the attention is on ellie as you stare at her with your wide eyes waiting for her approval

"what? you know you're not going to like what i have to say." she says taking a sip of her dr. pepper

yes ellie drinks dr. pepper

"cause you hate everyone i date!" you reply, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout

it was clear you were slightly tipsy but your face still made ellie smile

"yeah, cause you only date fucking losers." she would say smile on her face but anger blooming inside

ellie tries to be mature but she can't help herself

what makes it worse is that you really do date literally everyone except for her

so she doesn't really make an effort to be nice to the people you introduce her to

one time the same guy came around twice and all ellie could say was "oh it's this fucking guy again! hey man, glad to see you made it to a second date."

you scolded her after

but in her defense, you really are with someone new each week

until it's been three weeks and you're still dating the same girl

and ellie is a fucking mess

you started inviting her out to group hang outs and smoke sessions so ellie just stops showing up

she doesn't like the way it feels when her stomach flips upside down at the sight of you sitting on her lap, a beer in your hands

so she decides to opt-out, get high alone and avoid seeing you as much as possible

but it's short lived because your drunk ass is banging on her door

"ellie, let me in!" you yell over the tv playing from inside her dorm room. "i hear you watching shark tank!"

reluctantly, she gets up and opens the door for you

"can i help you?"

"yeah you can fucking help me. you can help me by telling me why you've been MIA for the last few parties. i miss you." you don't miss a beat and are already storming past her and sitting on her unmade bed

"you miss me? does arcadia know about that? you missing me?"

"is this seriously about you not liking another partner of mine? seriously ellie? grow up. you're supposed to be my friend and support me but you have done any of that?" it was obvious you had been hanging onto that for a while

she'd laugh but upon seeing your stone cold face her anger would rise

"oh, you're fucking serious. are you really that blind? you really think i want to be your fucking friend? i mean, my god i couldn't have made it clearer for you. i like you! like actually like you, like i want it to be my lap that you sit in. not hers. every person you have ever dated i have wished was me! but nooo, you just don't seem to notice."

she doesn't even realize it but she's shaking

she's actually just confessed her three year crush on you without even thinking about it

"ellie..." you begin, a worried look all over your face

"no, i don't really have it in me to get rejected by you tonight so please just go." she cuts you off, unable to meet your eyes

but then you're there next to her holding her shaking hand

"i'm not rejecting you, ellie." you whisper

"you're not? what about your little girlfriend."

"this might be absolutely toxic of me to say but... she's not you." you giggle

"you're absolutely right it's fucking toxic to say that…. but it's also EXTREMELY fucking hot."

ai audios:

extra ai audios:

there wasn't much to block..

oh, it's this fucking guy again!

oh you miss me?

you're not? what about your little girlfriend

you're right it's toxic to say that...

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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saejinniestar · 2 months ago

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Scary, scary

"Everything is so scary, scary, bloody long teeth so scary, scary."

Werewolf!Kai x reader.

Tags: Breeding, cunnilingus, monster size, biting, lots of tongue.

You knew why you were crying, you were banished from the town. Your own village not wanting you there anymore. The guy who said he liked you didn't even like you anymore, running off to be with a different girl. You were upset and alone now, no turning back to the place you once called home.

You walked into the dark, creepy woods, your legs nearly giving up. You walked until you reached a small stream. You crouched down and drank from the water until you weren't thirsty. You walked until you reached a large tree. You slumped down and cried. You were sure you were gonna die in these woods. You didn't notice the pair of eyes that looked at you, watching you cry. Those same eyes that took a liking to you. That's when you heard a large thump and turned around.

A tall, huge, hairy monster had come out of nowhere. It had large furry ears, a long tail, long claws on its hands and feet, a tall, huge werewolf had found you. You were certain, this was it, you would die.

The werewolf scooped you up before you had a chance to run. His long tongue licked your face, tasting your tears. He smiled a big toothy grin at you, trying to tell you something. "Kai...... loves..... bunny." You were in tears, in tears over the fact that no one wanted you and that no one loved you anymore. But this werewolf said he loved you? "Bunny.......mine..... all mine."

You were scared, Kai was trying to eat you. He ripped off all your clothes with his long claws. He held your waist in one hand and spread your legs with the other. There you were so pretty for him, your chest a perfect size for his hands, his claws pinching the small nubs so perfectly, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your cunt was small but he knew it was the perfect size for the monster he had in his pants. You were so small but he loved it, he didn't care as long as he had you. He smelled you up and down and growled.

His bunny needed him, already dripping just for him. He ran straight to his cave. He laid you down on the makeshift bed he had. He couldn't wait any longer, his lips pressing against yours. You could only moan against lips, long tongue entering your mouth, making it's way down your throat. You tried to move away but he held you down. You grabbed one of his hands and moved it to your chest. He grabbed onto your right breast and squeezed. He couldn't wait until your chest was heavy with sweet milk for his child. He couldn't wait till he made you his mate. His tongue left your throat and mouth, wrapping around the nub that wasn't attended to. He stopped and then lifted your hips. Your sweet scent making it's way towards him.

He licked a long line up your folds, tongue moving the hood your shy clit wore. He wrapped his tongue around the small nub and squeezed. A loud moan coming from your mouth. His tongue traveled south, to your needy hole. Watching it open as if telling him to come inside. He entered your hole, tongue slipping past the barrier that kept you from him. He could taste the blood on his tongue and your sweet slick. He knew his mate was alone but also a virgin? It made him very happy to know. To know that he was going to be your first for everything. He was your first kiss and now your first time.

His tongue moved deeper until he heard you cry out, the fabled spot that made every submissive werewolf mate cry for their lovers. There you were crying out for your sweet lover Kai. He left your hole, licking your core from top to bottom, watching as you whimpered out his name. He knew it was time, now that you were needy and desperate for him, he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled off his old pants and his dick stood up, leaking and red. You knew what looked like ten inches wouldn't fit but you knew Kai would make it fit. "Make it fit okay Kai?" He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He entered you slowly, making sure the preparation he made was put to good use. Slowly but surely, he entered more and more, finally bottoming out. A large bulge forming in your stomach. You felt so amazing, wetting him and squeezing him so nicely.

He thrusted in and out, hearing you mewl out for him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging onto his huge body, his muscular arms holding you close. You were crying even harder when he felt you release your sweet cream all over him. He moved faster, bending down to your neck, biting hard all over. Suddenly, he let out a growl, thick white filling you up. He came a lot, most of it overflowing from you. He pulled out, grabbing what was a rag and cleaning you up. He then brought you to the back of the cave, where a large hot spring was. He sat you down beside him, laying back against the rocks. You got up and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. He felt as you humped his big cock, sticking out your tongue. He wrapped his against yours, slowly slipping down your throat. He let go once he felt you were trying to push him in. He smiled to himself, happy his mate finally was his, all his.

"Bunny.......want more? Gonna........ give more." After all, he was more than ready to give you what you wanted.

Taglist: @soobabby, @beomiracles

#txt #tomorrow x together #huening kai #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours

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witchwyfe · 1 year ago

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never be mine - jhs

I pairing: college jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: you and jake have a little argument

I content/warnings: college au, roommates to lovers (that haven’t gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of food, mentions of eating, language, arguing, crying, slight angst, fluff

I word count: 1,156

I a/n: the roommate predicament my beloved<3

It’s your second date with the same guy—or it was. You’d gone out for a casual dinner and then went to Natasha’s apartment where you ended up in tears.

“What happened?” She demanded. “I’ll kick his ass, oh my god.”

“No, no!” You exclaim through your tears. “He’s fine. He’s fine.” You shake your head. “I don’t even know why I went out with him though. He’s nice but I think we’re better as friends.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

And even though she doesn’t show it, Natasha knows exactly what you’re going to say. She could be upset, as your best friend, that you never told her about your feelings for Jake, but she knows that its hard and that you’ve also been trying to lie to yourself about said feelings.

“Jake.” You whisper. “He’s not Jake.”

“Oh, honey.” She simpers, pulling you into her arms. “I know.”

“You know?”

She nods, patting your back. “Just like I know that he feels the same way.”

You scoff, a thick watery sound.

“I’m serious. It’s obvious.”

Hours later, you’re coming back to your apartment. You’d considered staying at Natasha’s but would rather go home to your own place. Jake’s sitting on the couch when you walk in, sporting a frown that you’re not used to seeing.

“Where were you?” He asks, southern accent sneaking into his words a little more than usual. It seems to do that when there’s more emotion in his words, but you don’t even stop to think about that right now.

You’re in a foul mood already, a combination of crying, and trying to find a reason to tell this other guy that you won’t be seeing him again. Jake’s irritated expression just adds to it already and you find yourself rolling your eyes.

“Don’t see why it’s any of your business.” You scoff, sliding your shoes off and leaving them in the foyer just to piss him off. You know you aren’t being fair, but neither is he.

“I just think it’s considerate to let your roommate know when you’ll be back.” He laughs humorlessly. “Forgive me for caring about your safety.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t tell you where I was. Didn’t know I had to, Dad.”

“Oh my god is it that hard to believe that someone cares about you?” He growls. “You don’t have to act like such a brat.”

“I’m not being a brat; you’re being a dick.” You spit. “I don’t have to tell you when I’ll be back. I don’t owe you anything.”

“I—,” He cuts himself off to sigh. “I know that.” He adds in a much softer tone. “I just hadn’t seen you all day and I missed you.”

Your heartbeat picks up by a tenfold. “Well, you’re not my boyfriend Jake. Sometimes people don’t see each other all day, deal with it.”

“I know that. I just—”

“And I don’t care if you missed me. That gives you no right to be rude to me.”

“I know! Jeez darlin’, I’m trying to apologize. His southern twang slips through a little more, once again. “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, and it wasn’t fair of me.

“You’re right it wasn’t fair.” You retort. “And don’t call me that.” You scoff, and with a sharp turn of your heel, you head for your bedroom, before he can see the fresh tears leaking down your face.

Jake watches you walk to your room, firmly shutting your door behind you. He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. He feels like an asshole. He knows he has no right to question you about your whereabouts. Yes, the two of you consider each other a close friend, but you didn’t deserve his frustration. He hates to admit it to himself, but the thought of you on another date, especially one that evidently went so late, had him fuming, and an envy induced pit in his stomach.

He hates seeing you upset, and you didn’t look happy when you walked in—before he spoke to you—so maybe your date didn’t go well. He selfishly hopes that it didn’t, but also the thought makes him sad for you. Roommates fight. Friends fight. Both of those are true, but that’s not what’s going on. Jake doesn’t give a shit how late you come back to the apartment. He does want you to be safe but the real thing that bothered him was that you were out on a date.

Both of you sleep terribly all night, but neither of you seeks out the other like you normally would.

You have a minute. One beautiful, peaceful moment before everything from the night before comes crashing back into your memory. You dig the heels of your hands into your eyes and groan loudly.

You blindly reach for your phone, bringing it to your face with a wince. It’s barely eight am and you hadn’t slept well—tossing and turning all night.

A click of the power button on your phone tells you that you have two new messages—neither from Jake.

One is from Natasha checking in, and the other from Brent, just affirming what you talked about last night—that you’re definitely better off as friends.

You leave both not responded to for now and push yourself out of bed. A quiet travel into the kitchen informs you that your roommate is out, his keys missing from the hook by the door.

You padder over to the coffee machine, and start brewing a pot, before pulling out a glass and a mug. Despite having forced him to try it with ice many, many times, Jake still prefers it hot and in a mug.

You’re just swirling milk into his coffee when the front door swings open, Jake balancing a pink bakery box as well as his keys and phone.

“Hey.” You say quietly, busying yourself with pulling out a straw for your drink.

“Hi.”

After an awkward moment passes, you both speak at once.

“I don’t like when we fight.”

“I didn’t mean what I said.”

You smile despite yourself. “You go first.”

“I don’t like when we fight either.” He responds to your statement first, looking you in the eye. “And I know I was being unfair last night. I didn’t mean to upset you. I guess I’m just so used to us spending time together that it felt weird to not see you all day. I’m sorry for how I behaved.”

“Thank you.” You say genuinely. “I was overacting too. I was in a bad mood, and I should’ve just asked for space rather than getting short with you. Thank you for caring about me.”

“Of course.” He whispers.

“Are we okay now?” You wonder timidly.

“Course we are darlin’.” He grins. “You want a donut?”

You nod. “Can I have a hug too.”

“Yeah, you can.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for yelling at someone, making them cry, and indirectly making them loose their friends

This happened several years ago but it plays on my mind sometimes. Everyone in this story is 15/16 at the time, in our last year at secondary school, UK. (🏎️ for finding this)

Myself, my girlfriend at the time [F], my best friend [B], F's friend [D], and a few of our other mutual friends were hanging out at lunch break. There aren't enough chairs at the table so F and I leave to go get extra. I come back and nothing seems amis.

Adding in some context now. No one in this story is cishet. We were all painfully awkward queer teens who haven't figured ourselves out yet. So we were all bottom of the social ladder, very much 'losers'. Me and F were, to my knowledge, the only 'same sex' couple in school. So by this point I'm used to people constantly making remarks about our relationship, but that's usually from ppl I didn't know or care about.

D is the only person, at this point, at school who's openly trans and genderqueer. They got a lot of hate for it. A lot of people harassed them and they didn't have many friends. I think for transparency's sake I have to say, I didn't really like D, we just didn't jell, but I made an effort to be kind and include them bc it's hard being queer in secondary school and I'm not gonna add more hate to that when me not getting on with them was my issue not theirs. And as a fellow victim of bullying I wasn't gonna exclude them from our friend group

Back to the story. As soon as we're back in classes, B tells me that D leant over to them while me and F were gone and said that it's "so sad seeing A and [OP] together" because "I took F's first kiss" and "poor [OP]". I trusted B's word on this as at that point we'd been best friends for several years, they weren't a shit stirrer, and had no reason to lie. In fact, they were confused D even said that to them since they were barely friends and knew B was best friends with me and would tell me they said that.

Hearing this really annoyed me. While I knew F and D had dated in the past, that didn't and shouldn't have effected mine and F's relationship in any way. And they'd been broken up well before I knew either of them. It's none of D's business who F kisses, and it's a shitty idea that because they'd dated before their later relationship first didn't mean as much. It felt very much like a dick thing to think never mind say about me and F. Also, B was my best friend, who did D get off to shit talking me to my best friend?

Anyway. Usually at the end of the day, several of us walked home together, and this group included D. I get to the spot we usually wait first and when I see D I confront them. I ask them why they'd say that and if they've got a problem with me. They don't deny saying it or really explain themself at all, they just look guilty. At first I kept calm. I knew D was F's friend and I didn't want to put a wedge in their friendship because of any issue I had with D. But, I keep asking why they did that, and if they've got something against me. If they're gonna shit talk me yanno. Then D starts crying.

I know it probably shouldn't have but this made me really mad. So I start yelling at them, saying something along the lines of 'so you're going to be an asshole to me and then you're gonna start crying?' and 'you started this, why are you crying?'. They start saying something along the lines of 'I didn't mean it like that' so I ask how did you mean it? And that they knew it wasn't something fine to say, because they said it behind my back and not to my face.

By this point, other people are watching, some of which were our mutual friends. I keep demanding they explain themself or at least apologize to me, but instead they run off crying. I don't follow them. If they're going to remove themself from the situation then fine.

People start asking what the hell that was about and I explain briefly to the people I knew and told the people I didn't to mind their own business. Someone I don't know tells me Ds gone to the head of year and I tell them I don't care, let them, I didn't do anything wrong. (This later amounts to nothing as no teacher ever comes to speak to me about this, so I doubt D did go to the head of year at all)

Eventually the people who were curious about what happened leave. All of the group who walk home together show up, including F. I explain to F what happened and they're upset that D said that about me, but wasn't happy to hear that D left crying.

For the rest of the school year, D ends up avoiding me. Literally staying out of my way, moving if I even glanced over at them. I thought they were overreacting. I never threatened them, and they were the one who chose to be an asshole first. I felt they were making this much more than it needed to be by avoiding it all together. We barely had an argument before they left, but anyone would have thought I'd attacked them or something. But because I obviously was always around F, D didn't have anyone to hang out with anymore. F was their only real friend and their other sort of friends were in our friend group.

No one told them they couldn't hang out with us anymore. (I'm pretty sure because they started avoiding me, I never ended up speaking to them again.) I know they still spoke to F still, but it seemed like their friendship was heavily damaged by it all.

D later ended up dropping out and finishing the school year through home schooling. I believe this was in large part due to the harassment they got for being genderqueer openly. (I remember on several occasions standing up for D and telling people to stop being transphobic assholes behind Ds back after this argument happened. Just because we didn't get along doesn't mean was gonna let that shit slide.)

I feel like I could be the asshole because due to this whole situation, D stopped hanging around their friends and through that lost a lot of the support they had. And obviously, I did make them cry.

On the other hand, no one stopped them from hanging out with their friends. They chose to avoid me and the situation. A situation they started by being a dick to me with zero provoking. They never apologized or recanted what they said. It's hard to feel bad that they lost their friends because they were being a shitty friend

Luckily, from what I know from friends of friends, D is doing better now and is around ppl who support them

This got a lot longer than I wanted but I believe I got all the details in there.

So, wita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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troublesh00terfaery · 2 years ago

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BELOW 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. THIS WORK IS NSFW! KEEP OUT!

[THIS WORK IS PURELY FICTION]

[One shot]

[AFAB! Reader x Toji]

Word count: 2094 words.

Synopsis: Well, comfort can mean a lot of things.

Tags: AFAB! Reader, Breeding, Sloppy sex (yeah, fuck it), cheating, voyerism, exhibitionism, dicks dicks dicks, fuck this kinky sex, we're doing it raw guys

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"Coming back to the same usual place, huh?" Toji chuckled leaning on his door frame from the inside as he watched your figure. Like a little lost lamb, he eyed you from head to toe. "Whatcha doin here?"

You furrowed your brows in frustration and looked up to him and matched his gaze. "Stop asking, I'm going in." Barging in his small apartment you quickly took off your boots and placed it just right near his boring ass slippers.

"You and your little boyfriend got problems?" He sat on the floor and placed a beer on the small table on the floor. One for him and one for you. You looked at the beer and shook you head to the side before reaching it out to open it.

You took a sip and sighed. "I'm cutting ties with you."

You didn't bother looking at him. You just sat there and took a sip, unsure of what his reactions were. Not that it bothered you... kind of.

Silence enveloped his small apartment. Just the ticking of his wall clock and the buzzing of his refrigerator. The silence rang your right ear making you squirm.

"Really? You sure can?"

"Yes."

"Yeah sure." He took a sip from his canned beer and turned his TV on. The cheering of the crowds coming the TV, the basketball playoffs has just started. His eyes fixated on the TV.

Of course, you were trying your best not to care. He was nonchalant and ignorant even from before and you knew it. He was passive and he didn't care. He only would start to care when it benefits him. So why would his answer bother you? That was already a good answer and all you had to do was leave.

"What? That's it?"

You couldn't keep your thoughts inside you, huh? Toji didn't bother looking at you as his eyes were far too busy looking at the television. He heard you but why would he care?

"Toji."

No response and you took matters on your hand by standing up and unplugging the TV. You stood by the TV and crossed your arms. Toji, on the other hand, lazily looked at you with jaw clenching and his palm dashing through this damp hair.

"You're not taking me seriously."

"What part? You're too fucking nosy."

"I'm being serious here!" You started to raise your voice, frustrated at how his replies were bland.

"You think I'm not?" A devilish grin formed on his scarred lips. He took another sip from his canned beer.

This annoyed you even more. His behavior showed that he wasn’t bothered at all. Not like you wanted him to care but your expectations failed you. At first you initially thought he wouldn’t like the idea considering that he would claim your pussy is the best and fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. But well, somehow it contradicted to your initial thinking.

“Please take me seriously.” You pleaded, slowly standing up and facing him.

Your little pleading parade made Toji chuckle as he stood up. He walked a few steps towards you, his height towering over you and making you seem small. He took the towel that was at his shoulder and threw it over the table with a devilish smile all over his lips, taunting you in some way.

“You never take me seriously and that’s something I do not like about you.” You turned your back and picked up your small bag. “I’m leavin—”

You hand about to twist the door knob when a calloused palm grabbed you by your nape and pushing your face on the door. Face and plump chest against the door, squeezed.

“You’re not leaving until we finish this closure you want, ya got that?” Toji’s other hand ran through your lower belly until it reached the apex of your thighs sending shivers down your spine. Skin sensitive from his ministration, he cupped your thigh and pushed the other leg farther from your other leg and his hand lowering your back by pushing your nape lower.

You whined from his actions and started to wriggle out from his grip when you felt his hardness from behind. He pushed his throbbing erection near your core, his other hand now on one side of your hip and pulled you closer to his bulge that formed in his grey sweatpants. He slowly started to grind this erection against your clothed pussy. You skirt looked sexy and cute on you he must admit, like a little bunny he would think, but he needed to feel you more.

“Fuck this cute skirt of yours.” He frustratedly tried to take it off but he wasn’t so sure how you even wore this skirt so he simply took the hemline and flipped it upwards, exposing your pantyhose and your underwear patched with your wetness. Upon seeing the view Toji immediately grinned and wasted no time ripping a hole near your clothed pussy.

“Toji! Goodness—" The ripping of the fabric made you bite your lower lips and then felt a surge of tingle when you felt his index finger skim through the patch of wetness, hitting the nub of your pussy. He teased you still, not being swayed by your soft whimpers and moans.

“Like it?” He teased which you responded with a shy nod. Your meek reactions made him even hard. “Fuck it hurts- you have no idea how much it hurts.”

You didn’t understand what he said as your head was already lightheaded from the heat. Not that it bothered you but you still wanted to know the context. Toji spat on his palm and started to lubricate his cockhead with his spit and a mixture of his precum. You were so needy and impatient you wriggled and pleaded him to put it in which he only chuckled and kept himself entertained with the parade your slutiness.

“Impatient are we?” he traced the thin lacy linen of your underwear just near your crotch area and revealed your puffed, dripping, and aching cunt. The sight of your cute little pussy made him hard that he was getting impatient with it too. It was enough to drive him to destroy and stuff your cute pussy with his big, fat, long, and thick cock. He aimed his cockhead and pushed slowly making him let out a guttural moan and throw his head back.

“Fuuuuck~!” He moaned and chuckled as he felt your walls welcome him with your wetness as if almost you were waiting to be fucked like a little slut again. You immediately felt yourself convulsing from the pleasure, your legs trembling and hips quivering when Toji entered. He didn’t waste any time yet he started to move in a small pace. So slow you felt his dick and every throb it made while he moved his hips until his tip hit your cervix and forced himself to burry deeper yet he would get disappointed and amused at the same time. He knows he was too big for you for him to take and he had to force-burry it in a fast pace but oh, he wanted to feel your pussy and he got time today.

“Fuck yeah~!" You whined, Toji pressing his dick further to your cervix making you lose your senses. Toji started to change his pace to a fast one as he felt your walls clamp unto his dick, not letting go. He knew you were going to cum anytime soon and he liked it.

“Gonna cum?”

You only responded with successions of nods.

He liked it so much that the hand around your nape lowered your upper torse and took a chunk grip on your ass before letting it rest on your waist, smashing his dick deeper and faster. Sloppy sounds coming from your moans and the slippery juices coming from your pussy ricocheted around his little apartment.

You literally forgot you were just at his door fucking and people could here you.

“Slow down-Ah~! People will here us!”

“Well,” Toji huffed “They’re gonna know I fuck good.” The way he whispered at your right ear lobe made you roll your eyes back and stick your tongue out. You were feeling too much you started to tremble again. Toji made a little chuckle as your moans got louder and pussy throbbing. Unbeknownst to you, Toji pulled out suddenly making you squirt all over his dick and creating a mess.

“Hoho—pretty girl tryna make a mess now?” He pushed his dick right inside of you again making you squirm, rough pace of pounding again until he pulled it out again making you squirt all over him again for the second time. The pleasure made you tremble again, calling and moaning out his name to do you more.

He was inside again and started to pound on you again when he heard a phone call. It was just on his pockets which pissed him off. He wasn’t in the mood to answer calls while fucking you. He kept his phone ringing, now his pace faster. His hands now both gripping on both side of your hips and teeth clashing to your shoulder, making himself work. He wanted to cum right inside of you as quickly as possible, the ringing annoyed him but he wanted to savor this pussy of yours.

A few more rough and fast pumps before he came inside your cute little pussy. Oh he didn’t pull out yet he made sure he wasn’t spilling any of his thick cum to waste. He carefully pulled out from your pussy and picked up the phone before pushing it in again, feeling your creamy walls.

A call coming from Satoru Gojo.

Toji purposely missed his first call forcing Gojo to call him again. He quickly picked up the call this time.

“Yo, what’s up Toji?” Gojo greeted

“What ’ya want?” Toji smirked.

“I’m quite bored right now ya know. Just got home coming from Kyoto. Just wanted to ask if your free to hangout with Nanami and Geto.” Gojo huffed “Heard Sukuna is also in town.”

To which Toji grinned. He immediately pressed the video call to which Gojo did as well. Toji immediately flipped the camera, now the lens showing your blown back. Toji was still hard and cum was dripping out from the sides of your cunt.

Gojo wasn’t new to times like this. Toji did this often time to boast he’d been fucking quite a few in the past. Gojo scoffed at the video yet he stood still when he heard a familiar moan. He knew this so well. He quickly looked at the obscene visual coming from the video. He knew this body and figure too well.

Toji chuckled as he steadied his camera before pulling out. He held his length and teased your entrance before gently slapping it at the fat of your ass.

“Heard you had a little fight with your girl?— hey look,” Toji guided you to kneel on the floor and held a tight grip on your head. Your mouth welcomed his tip and you looked up with your fucked out face, head full of dick, and sucked on his tip.

He groaned out as you started to stroke his cock and rested the side of your face unto his right thigh. Your hand playing your puffed pussy, soaked with his cum and your juices. Toji showed Gojo’s face while calling him.

“She wanted me to comfort her,” You kept stroking his dick while your half lidded eyes looked at Gojo. “She wanted to cut ties with me she said” He let out a devilish grin

“Sorry, Satoru~!” You kissed Toji’s tip followed with a hum, almost like you were trying to hard to be sincere but you were to fucked out. “Satoru ‘m sorry~” You sucked half Toji’s length, Toji’s palm aiding you by holding your hair that seems like a ponytail only with his palms tho. Toji angled his dick, his cockhead protruding from the side of your mouth forming a lump.

Gojo wasn’t so happy about what he saw yet one thing for sure: it made him hard. It was unhinged but why was it so hot.

He knew you were a little slut in the circle of friends, fucking each one of them.

He only grinned and heaved a sigh before huffing a breath. “Yeah, say sorry when I arrive there, okay?”

You continued to suck on Toji’s dick and left kisses on his tip which you replied a small ‘hm’ and a nod.

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paarthurnax59 · 2 years ago

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“Never to be”

images is not mine (Also,I know I suck at this, so bare with me)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader( unrequited), Reader X ???

Summary: Dean left you for Lisa and Ben after Sam fell into the pit, told you to never contact him again, among other cruel remarks on his part. Years later you moved on, starting your own life and finally meeting a man who truly loves and cares for you. What happens when your past comes back to invade your present and tries to jeopardize your future.

warnings; Super angst (but with a happy ending), Dean's a major dick, swearing, slight physical violence, reader feeling low self-esteem.

words: 2280

Just so you know, I know Dean would not act like this, it's just a fic. if you don't like it, please do not engage if this kind of content is too sensitive for you. there will be five parts to this story. I don't own any of these canon characters. they belong to their respective owners.

part 1

May, 2010

“Dean, what are you doing?” You questioned Dean as he stopped the Impala by the Laurance Bus Station in the middle of the night. Dean said nothing, not even looking at you as he got out the car and went to his trunk and pulled out a tote bag. He proceeded to come to your door for you.

“Get out.” He said coldly as you looked up at him with confusion on your face.

“What, Why?” You asked as you still sat in his car shocked that Dean was acting as cold as he was right now. You would understand due to the fact he had just lost his brother, forever. A person he had looked after and promised to protect since he was four years old. That would make anyone act the way Dean was right now. The weird part was why was he acting this way towards you. Like you were a pest he needed to be rid of to find peace.

“I want you to leave, (Name). Isn’t it obvious?” Grunted and took your arm and pulled you out of the passenger seat roughly, making your legs stumble out of his car. You heart rate went up drastically when you nearly fell form how Dean was pulling you out of the car.

“Why?! I don’t understand, Dean.” You whispered with shaky, heavy breathing looking up at his burning gaze staring down at you with an what looked like, an amused smirk.

“Do I need to spell it out for you, (Last name)? I don’t want you around anymore. I am going to go live with Lisa and Ben, and I don’t need some little girl that follows me around like a helpless lost puppy.” He spat out his venomous words while your face started to become pale as the blood started to leave your face.

“Dean…we have hunted with each other for years. You have known me since I was five. You can’t just kick me out of your life like we didn’t mean anything.” You heartbrokenly explained to the angry man in front of you. Sure, Dean wasn’t always your biggest fan. You were more of a friend of Sam’s then of Dean’s. Sam was about seven years older than you and Dean being elven years older. Despite your age gap, you and Sam got a long great. Watched movies together, go running, and do night-long research. You two were thick as thieves, and when he died, you felt like a part of you died with him. Hoping Dean would fill that void, he would become what you wanted and you two could live out your life together. Over time, aside his dislike for you, you had fallen in love with Dean, and hoped he had felt the same.

Boy, were you wrong.

“Can’t I? Sam’s no longer here, honey. Which means that I don’t have a reason to have you in my life. So, get on that bus and we can finally part ways and I don’t have to keep you dragging along.” Dean got closer to you and you took a step back, fearing what the hunter would do. He dropped the large tote bag right at your feet while giving you a hard scowl.

“Dean, you are grieving. You just lost Sam, and I can imagine that pain you are going through. I feel it and I miss him, too. He deserved so much better than what he got. But making me leave is not going to make you feel better.” You try to reason with the older Winchester, but all he did was just got angrier and then pulled your hair by its root and forced you to look up at him and screamed from the pain Dean was inflicting on you.

“Kid, Sam was the only reason I ever tolerated you on our hunts in the first place. If he were not part of it, I would have dumped you at any bus station and get you as far away from me as humanly possible.” He confessed through gritted teeth with his hand still griping into your hair. You felt like you were going to be sick with what Dean was saying. He never liked you? Not even as a friend? “I don’t need to be a perpetual babysitter for some scared, little girl on hunts when I can go live with a very beautiful woman and have a happy monster free life.” He grunted again as tears started to stream down your face with Dean’s cruel words started to sink in. He thinks you are a coward?

“Dean, let me go. You’re hurting me.” You cry as Dean refused to give in to your demands.

“No. You need to listen and listen good, sweetheart. I had promised Sam that I would drop hunting all together and live a normal life with Lisa. He didn’t say anything about promising to look after you. You’re a grown ass woman and you can defend yourself. I don’t need to baby you and most certainly don’t need you in my life. Hell, I never needed your sorry ass to begin with. Me and Sammy were doing just fine without you and I can live my life without you always being a clingy, needy and never letting me have my space. I’m tired of it and of you. I’m exhausted of having to take care of you, looking out for you and protecting you, when I should have been protecting Sammy and my friends, people that I care about.” He said with not an ounce of remorse in his voice. The more Dean told you how little you meant to him, the more your heart broke. Was it true? Were you nothing more than a burden to Dean? Did the time you spent together mean nothing to him and Sam? What if Sam felt the same way? What would Sam say if he were here? Would he agree and tell you to leave?

“Once you get on that bus, I am leaving for Lisa, a gorgeous woman who is far more deserving of my time and my companionship than some girl that can barely fight for herself. I’m going to leave this life and everything behind, especially you. You are nothing more than a useless, stupid bitch that had been nothing but a burden from day one. Getting kidnaped by werewolves, almost eaten by vampires, I had to watch the people I love die, like Jo and Ellen because they told me to go and protect you. They are dead because of you!” He accused you as he threw you aside, with you nearly falling to your feet. You try to catch your breath while trying to not let Dena’s horrible cruel remarks get to you. He knows how much Jo and Ellen’s death weighed on you. You were very close with both women, and it hurt so much to see them die like they did. Like Sam, they never deserved a fate like that. You never once believed it was your fault, until Dean that night told you that Jo and Ellen had made Dean promised to protect you. Which is why he focused more on you than the others. Since then, Dean had held a horrible grudge against you. He blamed you for his friends’ deaths. You often wonder if he would trade your life for them in a heartbeat. Knowing how much Dean hated you, he most defiantly would. As the air grew cold and brittle, Dean held out his hand as he glowered at you. “Give me your cellphone.” He demanded while importantly holding out his hand to you.

“Why?” you asked and then Dean’s blood really boiled more as you kept making him wait.

“Just do it!” He yelled and you did as he asked and grabbed your phone and placed it in his hand. Dean then dropped it and proceeded to smash it with his foot on to your phone, making the sight made you gasp in shock, Dean continued to smash your phone repeatedly until it was broken into hundreds of tiny pieces.

“Why did you do that!? That was my only phone!” You yelled with hot angry tears streaming down your face. Had Dean lost his mind?

“So you don’t try to contact me or anyone else I may care about. I don’t want nor do I need to hear from you again. You made me sacrifice my friends and my brother’s lives for you and so many others before them. The least you can do is never contact me again and get on that bus to wherever the hell it’s going because I am done throwing my life away for you. If you want to die on a hunt, be my guest! I don’t need you dragging me ever again.” He huffed out with so much anger and hatred, you wanted to die right then and there. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Dean hated you this much. It was killing you just hearing these horrible things being said to you by a man you once called a friend. “Once more, you can’t put Bobby, Jody, or anyone else’s life in danger because of you. You’re not worth it, princess! You never were! So why don’t you just take that fucking bag yours, get on that fucking bus and get the hell out of my life!”

You paused for one moment, still trying to process at what Dean was telling you. That he never cared, nor did he see you as anything but a damn burden and deadweight. Hell, he would probably dance on your ashes if you were to die the next day. After everything you went through, after everything you had sacrificed to help the boys stop Lucifer from ending the world, you think Dean would have acknowledge some tender emotions for you. Not as a lover, but as a friend or a sister maybe. No, instead all you received was a deep seeded hatred that was birthed only from the very notion that you weren’t good enough for the great Dean Winchester.

With a very heavy heart and cascading tears, you did as Dean said and picked up your bag and threw the strap over your shoulders and walked to the bus station. Dean watched with a stoic expression as you walked away from him. Walking up to the bus as the driver opened the doors for you.

“Where to, miss?” The white old man asked with a kind smile as he looked at you. You then looked behind you and looked at Dean one last time and saw that his hatful scowl on his face had never left and folded his arms in a way that screamed ‘You better get on that bus or else.’. With a single heavy sigh of bitter defeat, you looked back at the old man with a sad smile.

“Anywhere but here, please.” You requested.

“East coast it is, then.” He said as you walked up into the bus, showed him your bus pass, and walked to the back of the bus. You looked around and saw that there was only two people on the bus. A man in his mid-forties was taking a nap and an older woman who looked like she was reading a book. The buss doors closed, and the bus then started to move and out of the station. You look back the bus stop one last time to see Dean climbing into his Impala and pulling his car out of the bus station. You watch as Dean’s black car drive the opposite direction. As far away from you as humanly possible, just like Dean wanted. To go and live his perfect life he always craved. Leaving you with no phone, no contacts, and no friends to lean on. As you watched the night sky fly by through, you thought about where you were going and what you were going to do. You didn’t know nor did you care. You were alone to not only to wallow in your grief for Sam, but also for Dean abandoning you. For to completely be caught of from the people you loved and tried so hard to protect. It made you wonder if you a better hunter, fought harder, and able to save Jo and Ellen. Maybe even Sam, and even if it meant sacrificing your own life. As Dean said, you weren’t worth it. Never will you obtain the love nor the friendship that he had to offer others. Your cries became silent sobs as the bus continued to drive further away until you passed a sign that said, “You are now leaving Kansas.”

This was it, you were leaving Kansas. The only home you ever knew. Nothing was stopping from what was happening right now. Never again were you going to see Dean or Sam every again. You felt it in your bones and it broke you, never sure if you were ever going to be whole again.

Never knowing if Dean would ever be able to love you like you loved him.

Maybe, just maybe, it was never to be.

Part 2

#dean winchester #dean winchester angst #angst with a happy ending #unrequited love #angst #supernatural #requited love #fluff eventual-fluff #sad reader

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mushroomdogg · 4 months ago

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It's my fucking birthday ....

Typically it's not important. We don't do anything crazy, fancy, anything in general. I think everyone likes "birthday sex" but it honestly wasn't even on my mind with all the anxiety & pressure I'm feeling. Knowing I'm going to get phone calls & texts from people I don't want to talk too. The amount of attention it brings that I don't really even want honestly. I just want to really "not exist" with you & find something good to watch & just ignore the day..

But instead we end up taking a shower & we lay in front of the fan in our bedroom to air dry, which is honestly my favorite.

I contemplate teasing you, but honestly, my anxiety stops me from actually acting on my thoughts.

Until you decide to get up & pull my shorts off my hips

I know where this is going, but that doesn't stop my cock from slightly twitching, anticipating whatever you have planned next.

You pull out a different toy this time. A combination between penitration but also clitteral stimulation, my other favorite, but you've never really used this one on me before.

You slide the vibrating phallic shape into me while pressing the head of the toy over my clit, vibrating generously & causing me to buck my hips against your needy presses.

Fuuuuck

You keep pressing the toy into me & I shyly bury my face into our bunched up blankets, stifling my moans & gasps as the toy continues to overstimulate my engorging tdick. Gently pushing the toy in & out of me while also trying to keep it steady on my dick at the same time. I can feel myself getting slicker & slicker as the toy overstimulates me. I start reaching out to you, holding your hips, grasping at your chest, toying with your nipples as the pressure increases. Pulling at the tie in your pants where your cock continues to stiffen. Rubbing over it with my fingers, feeling it's stiffness, imagining it inside me in this moment. God that would feel so good

You suddenly move my hands to hold the toy & tell me "keep going, but stay right there."

You move over across the room & pull out your harness & the strap on cock we frequently use. I stay steady with the toy, continuously vibrating the head of my dick while also stroking the toy in & out of my hole, very wet & needy at this point. The sound of slick slowly growing as the toy continues.

You hover over me with your lacey black harness fitted over your hips, as the enlarged cock you plan to stuff into me gets casually secured into your harness hoop. I slowly pull the toy out of myself as you gently turn me over so I'm laying facedown with my hips & ass up & facing you.

Fuck the suspension is growing

You salivate into your hand & gently lubricate the head of your strap & gently press it into my needy hole. My back arching as you press it in deeper & deeper. I can feel myself stretching & feeling full as it takes up my space inside. You quickly stroke in & out with it a few times & I pant with every clear stroke. Fuck it feels so good.

Your gentle at first, with passionate strokes. In & out, in & out, feeling my hips, giving me compliments about how good I feel, how well I'm taking your cock. Leaning over my back & entertaining your fingers in mine as you keep stroking your strap in & out of me, keeping our hands intertwined. You make me feel seen & loved & taken care of in this moment, it makes me even more wet..

You suddenly draw back & start pounding me harder & faster. I pull my toy in my hand & press it to turn on, vibrating to life & pressing it against my needy cock, arching my back more as you keep pounding away. Fuckkkk the stimulation from the toy & you pounding me from behind is so fucking good. I'm gasping at each slam against my ass. I'm at a loss of what to do with myself when I'm face down, ass up on our bed. All I can do is press my face into our blankets & repeat fuck fuck fuuckk as you keep slamming into my pussy. You reach down & grab my silver metal collar around my neck & pull on it gently, my pussy tightens at the threat. "Oh are we getting close? You have to ask permission" you say as you keep slamming your strapon into me. Fuck fuck fuck I say, I can't even think straight at this point. You tug harder on my collar, lifting my head slightly & pounding into my pussy harder, the toy vibrating my dick even more, fuck it feels so fucking good please don't stop

I softly meek out a pl-please-pl-please-please- I want to cum, fuck! You let go of my collar & settle your hands on my ass as you rail into my hips harder & faster until I'm cumming so hard on your strap cock that my mind is melting & all I can do is ride the waves of orgasm as you continue to plunge in & out of my wet hole, my dick aching from the over stimulation from the toy pressed hard against it.

My mind is jello & my legs are softly twitching as you pull out the wet strap on cock. Before I even realize it, you stuff your stiff cock back into me & take advantage of my wet pussy, my poor cock overstimulated but I buck into you with no resistance. Fuck it feels so good, "you feel so good after being used doggo, fuck it's so hot to feel you so needy" you keep pounding into me, spreading my ass apart to get deeper in. It's not long before you yourself cum into me, both of us moaning & gasping with how good it feels & feeling your cock twitch inside of me.

Finally we buckle & lay together on our bed. My legs exhausted & twitching from cuming so hard. You rub my legs intimately making sure I'm okay.

I'm okay, I'm more then okay at the moment, "I fucking love you"

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manjiroscum · 3 years ago

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BAD APPLE

Character/s: sea serpent god!Hajime Kokonoi

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, monsterfucking, koko has two dicks in his half-human form, koko shape shifts a lot + he also has a forked tongue, reader almost drowned twice, breeding, strange marriage/mating rituals, creampie, tummy bulging, double penetration, oviposition, anal penetration, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: thank u to @thicksimpx for entertaining this thought of mine 💚

Synopsis: The sea serpent god entertaining the silly whims of a mortal was not something historians would write about.

WC: 4.9k

Blood money. There was no other motivation you could come up with for the bastard who pushed you off your family’s yacht as a storm brewed up on the horizon after wounding you with a knife to the gut. Fatal it is to be in frigid harsh waters in the middle of the night while your stomach bled for the sharks to mark you as their next poor soul to feast upon. But contrary to anyone’s belief of you being oblivious to such circumstances, your family’s immense wealth was a subject of everyone’s envy back home. Unaware of the horrendous deeds committed by your father to achieve such a feat. Having known that, you were expecting someone to jump you while your guard was at its lowest, especially when you came out here to forget and clear your head after the recent attacks on your ailing father. Bless his poor soul but damning it suited far better for it was his rash actions that led you here, drowning in the ocean seeking anything to cling your hands on to stay afloat.

Damn him for remarrying an evil bitch that loved his possessions and money more than saving his soul from the eternal fires of hell. Damn him for naming you the sole heir to all his fortunes, making you a target of jealous green eyes. Damn him for becoming a mafia leader than listening to your mother’s warnings of such a life.

Fuck the ocean for opening the gates to everlasting damnation where you were sure to go, losing the will to live as rain and saltwater assaulted your lungs. Nails dug into air and water as your body slowly made its descent. It was horrifying, figure thrashing around while your lungs continued to struggle for oxygen and blood leaving your system faster than a sinking ship. Cold, it was fucking cold but you didn’t have the strength to even hug yourself in a pathetic move to keep the warmth in your flesh. Thoughts of death and the faces of your loved ones flashed before your eyes like a cliche film, except it was your life, not a character in the movie you either hate or love. Acceptance—you had a hard time accepting that the bubbles escaping your mouth were remnants of the last breath you took. Soul begging for this all to be just another dream you could wake up from and laugh about to your friends.

Yet, it wasn’t—this was as real as it can get.

Golden irises that were about the size of the yacht stared at your helpless body from below. Tonight should have been an ordinary night for the serpent god of the seas, swimming and catching prey to alleviate his hunger. In fact, he should be retreating back to his home to avoid those submarines that often came by. Yet, he was curious. Humans swimming freely in the ocean at night, let alone in a storm, was a rare occurrence. Who would be stupid to do that? But when his eyes were quite sure it was indeed a powerless mortal about to die in his waters and not mere waste, his claws moved faster than he liked. This wasn’t him at all, hurrying back to his cave to breathe life back into a feeble mortal’s body. To care for the same beings who continued to pollute and cause disturbances in his territory was stupid, even for Hajime.

And yet, the exact eyes that watched annoying divers and mechanical objects with contempt were the same ones that softened in relief once color started returning to your lips. Chest rising and falling, oxygen making itself at home in your lungs once more. The wound on your abdomen closed up completely, leaving only traces of blood on the ground and on your clothes. The realization he brought you to his cave filled with the achievements of his conquests from thousands of years ago, ones the bothersome humans were searching high and low for, had the sea serpent god frown in deep thought. He wondered how on earth could he return you back to your kind immediately.

He then shifted to his smaller form. The sea serpent god emerged from the water to slither towards your still unconscious form. Water dripped from his silver locks and down to his sharp nails that reached out to push back the hairs that stuck to your face. Gaze lingering on your facial features, particularly the curves of your lips, Hajime couldn’t help but think that you’re too beautiful to be a mere human. Index finger grazing your lower lip, he felt his whole body freeze when you stirred. Still, you didn’t flutter your eyes open to which he was grateful. Those who have seen his real form or even just the one where his lower body is a huge tail instead of the legs most humans are accustomed to seeing were far too afraid to utter a word. He won’t be surprised if you acted the same way.

Him keeping you here was out of the question, but he couldn’t just bring you back up to the surface where the storm was raging—you’ll just die even after he took all the trouble in keeping you from meeting your final end. He can’t have that. Surely, he could get you back to the surface after the storm has subsided and before you wake up to see him… Hajime must make sure of it.

However, even for a god such as he, time was one he had no power over. And just like time, he was often tempted by his carnal desires, powerless to its whims. Enticed to veer from the path and choices he religiously followed in order to live in a world amongst humans. He figured he had gotten rid of such a need long ago after his choice to never interact with humans. And yet, he found himself following that temptation instead—the evidence of it was your presence in his cave despite days having passed since you were tossed onto the sea. By the gods, did you have to be such an adorable pretty thing?

“Haji, could I try this on?”

Whether it’s a curse or a blessing, Hajime knew he always had a good eye for character or seeing the worth of an object like how he knew the diamond necklace you were holding up would be more than enough to feed a whole town back in the land from which you came from. You knew this, too. However, he will never admit out loud that the sweet smile you flashed him, on the other hand, outweighed every gold’s worth.

“There’s no need to ask.”

Never had he phantom that you would still be down here, with him, talking to a god as if he were just a friend. Weeks ago, you were close to drowning once more in order to escape, but now… it was such a huge contrast to the first meeting that he sometimes found himself gazing at you in disbelief whenever you weren’t looking. Snake eyes followed your figure as you made yourself at home in his abode.

Because who in their right mind would prefer the company of a monster over their own?

But he had to give himself credit somehow for letting such a strange friendship bloom in the depths of the ocean. After all, you weren’t as cordial back then. It was foolish of him to entertain the thought you’d react somewhat differently to who he was once you realize he saved you. Whenever he thought back on it had the sea serpent god shaking his head.

Alive. You were definitely alive. Coughing the leftover seawater out of your throat, you gradually felt your pounding heart revert back to its normal pace. Body sitting up, the first thing you did other than check your non-existent wound was how on earth you got to this cave? Weren’t you just feeling the clutches of death biting down on your soul, ready to cart you off to the afterlife? How did you live? And if you were to go back home, is there even a way out of here? These questions continued to run through your mind as you stood up, glancing at every sound that echoed in the huge cave from the water dripping down stalactites to fish moving in the water that surrounded what seemed to be a small island you were now standing on. To your right was a passage, one you couldn’t figure out whether it was going up or down. It was too dark to tell. Bioluminescent planktons illuminated the surface of the water but were not bright enough to shed light on what was lurking below the water which seemed to be a hundred meters deep. Perhaps even deeper than that.

“Fuck, am I gonna swim out?” Mumbling to yourself, you circled the island to find any part where you could step on shallow water yet found none. A splashing noise caught your ear, head whipping to where it was. All that greeted you was the movement of water, no sign of whatever made it. Hairs on the back of your neck stood, legs taking you further to the side in a retreat. There was no way you could’ve gotten to this place all alone, that’s for sure. Whatever made that sound, it was still here. And whatever it was, it wasn't human. “Shit. W-who…?”

Hajime was sure you would faint the moment his torso made an appearance, keeping his lower scaly half in the water as he raised a brow at your stunned state. Silence was shared between you two until you took another step back, lifting a finger at him.

“Y-you, how did you get here” Eyes wide, your whole form was shaking under the weight of his curious stare. “What are you? Why have you brought m-me here?”

“I supposed I don’t have to explain much, huh?” The sea serpent god puffed out a breath of air at the way you flinched at the sound of his voice echoing in the cave as if he already dealt damage to your being when he barely moved a muscle. But he supposed your fears were justified. Mortals are afraid of the unknown, minds too little to grasp and comprehend it. It was up to him to educate you, that if you did no wrong towards him, you had nothing to fear at all.

“What?”

“It’s better to show than tell.”

Hajime should have been more sensitive, revealing the entirety of him—from his scaly emerald tail slithering towards you to the way his enthralling eyes reminded you of a serpent stalking its prey out of those animal documentaries you often found yourself binging in order to sleep, except this time you were experiencing it in real time. Everything about him was intimidating, dangerous, and one who’d easily kill you by a flick of his finger. He was quite massive, towering over your tiny stature. The shuddering gasp you exhaled wasn’t merely a fraction of the terror swimming in your gut at the close proximity of the huge sea serpent god who was over nine feet tall. And yet, your legs moved faster than your brain could comprehend. You bolt to the waters instead of the winding passage towards even further darkness that you can’t gamble your life with unless you wanted to be cornered. You risked swimming in the salty water that resembled a void, all to escape the strange beast.

Lungs and muscles burning, it was no surprise you eventually tire yourself in swimming further below the depths. Stubbornness and fear were your friends in this endeavor, the rational part of your mind screaming at you to go back—to find another way out or beg the creature for your release than to swim and drown. But it was too late to back out now. You were quite sure death was going to claim you as the last breath of air betrayed you and surfaced to the top in bubbles. Left to the swirling thoughts of dread until you felt something coil around your body, steadily bringing you up. It was when you were able to breathe oxygen freely again that you came to the truth the sea serpent god has saved you from a watery grave—again.

You didn’t even thank him yet.

“Foolish human. Do you badly want to die?” he groaned, shaking his head at the way you were shivering. Attempts to warm yourself by hugging your own. Truly, it was a pathetic sight, and yet, Hajime couldn’t stop the way his icy heart that he deducted to have stopped beating for years throbbed at the way you stared at him with glassy doe eyes. Did you know how disarming you were right now? “If you want to live, you should obey my rules for this is my territory. Am I understood?”

The melodic tone of your voice calling out his name snapped Hajime out of his trip down memory lane, pupils focusing on your concerned expression that morphed into one filled with glee when he moved to grab the necklace and put it around your neck himself. Snake eyes gazing at the diamond glinting under the fire’s warm flickering light. The image of you lying next to all his treasures was enough to render him speechless. Because you looked good, far too exquisite next to all his valuables as if you made yourself at home. Maybe if you wore nothing but that diamond necklace or any of his other gold and gems, rid of any ties to the human world, Hajime would be convinced of that.

Hauntingly beautiful in the things he owns—to be his for good.

He shouldn’t let such a treacherous impulse cloud his judgments, especially since you were human no matter how much he wanted to flip the world upside down to twist that truth. Mortals were far too fragile to linger forever like he does, having known this fact and suffering the aftermath of losing to it one time. Plus, you weren’t exactly here by choice, but by circumstance. Supposed you had the option to leave immediately as you came, Hajime would have observed from afar as you reunite with your kind.

“So… you’ve been here for… what? A thousand years?”

“Yes, human,” Hajime answered while picking up what were remnants of a coconut tree’s trunk. He found these floating above, especially after a storm. It was luck giving you a favor. Never did he have the need to make fire, preferring the coolness of the cave. Since you were here, he made it his mission to collect the damp wood and wait for it to dry up so you could warm yourself or cook the fish he brought. “I’ve been here for years—a testimony of my godly powers.”

“That’s awesome.”

But curse his heart for beating far too loudly at the soft touch of your hand against his bare forearms or chest, sometimes by accident, but often times not. You were quite fond of skinship, that he could tell. Initiating cuddles or wanting to alleviate your flesh from how warm his cave could sometimes get by lounging on his huge tail. The thick scales never bother you, despite how they rubbed against your smooth skin whenever you requested him to coil around you. Or the way you try and persuade him to accompany you to the other cavern where he stores away his treasure, disguising your intentions to talk to him more by asking when and where he got the certain artifact or gem. He’ll never forget how you asked to see and feel his fangs if they were as sharp as the legends would say. Even requesting to see his true form which he turned down because there was no way he’d fit and wreck his home in the process. In a span of seven days, Hajime knew you and learned your quirks, aided by his endless knowledge and sharp eyes.

He knew this wasn’t right—having you stay by his side. It won’t be long before you grew more attached, enough not to leave. Hajime can’t have that.

You didn’t belong here.

The sea serpent god broke this news to you the next day after watching you play with the water, legs dipping into it. It broke the serene expression you had into one of confusion and hurt that you failed to mask.

“Tomorrow, you’re going back to the surface.”

“D-did I do something wrong?”

He shouldn’t feel awful for doing this, but he supposed a god can feel this way when the very thing that has brought more happiness to him is about to slip past his fingers of his own volition.

But this was for the best.

“No. That is what should’ve happened the moment the storm passed.”

Hajime foreseeing you straddling him after eating the last dinner you two would share, however, was something he never saw coming. To see the future was a gift he had never tapped into since then. He wished he did now. Taken aback by your bold move when you were casually lying next to his tail as you did on any other night, humming to yourself while he watched the flames of the fire dance, waiting for it to die out. Normally, you would have fallen asleep by then—not doing… this.

“What are you doing?”

Lips parting, the rehearsed statement you had in your arsenal since he announced your ascent back to the world above was completely useless. Eyes observed the way his brows pinched then arch when you failed to answer his inquiry. Honestly, what were you doing? You should be minding your own business and catch sleep rather than trying to feel less lonely. Cheeks hot in embarrassment, you made a move to get down but his hand held you in place. Palm big enough to cover your face whole cupped your cheek, forcing you to gaze back at him.

“Well?” he prodded further, refusing to let you go until you said what was in your mind. This was the least he could do before you leave. You were really leaving tomorrow, huh… Hajime didn’t want you to. He wishes he could tell you that, selfishly having you remain. Still, someone had to be realistic. He can’t keep you down here forever.

“Haji, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here… with you.”

It has been a month. You have been counting the days since you fell into the sea and were rescued by him. And since then, you were getting along better with Hajime than any other human whom you have encountered in your whole life. Frankly, no human was as good to you as the sea serpent god has treated you despite the short time you’ve spent together. Your father was hardly present nor did he ever stop to think whether his second wife was kind to you or not. There wasn’t anything worth coming back to up there. For all you know, you were probably pronounced dead. To go back would be like entering hell once more. The cave may be a far cry from the luxury you were used to back in land but it was more of a haven than any penthouse or fancy hotel the humans could offer.

Hajime frowned then sighed at your words.

“No—”

“Please!” Lower lip quivering, your hands came up to squeeze his shoulders. You hope to convey how serious you are about your decision. “Haji, I’ve told you back then that someone was tasked to murder me, leading me to meet you that faithful day. It may not have been a pleasant first meeting, but I can assure you, I don’t give a fuck about whatever reason you conjured up in your mind that leads you to believe I’m better up there than here with you. You going back would just lead to more horrific scenarios to befall me.” Hearing no response from the god, you continued. “I like you and I know you feel the same way. Don’t lie to me. You would’ve killed me or left me to die if you truly wanted to. You did say you hate humans, but you’ve been nothing but kind. Far kinder than any fuckin’ human I’ve ever met, I’ll tell you that. Please, just let me stay here.”

“[Y/N]... You might be mistaking the way you feel for love,” Hajime muttered, gaze dropping to avoid your intense stare that urged him to give in. “Humans and I… we’ve never got along. But I’m not that heartless to have you stuck down here—”

“Hajime…” The sea serpent god glanced up to meet your teary gaze, his dark irises reflected the swirling of the flames’ golden hues. You fought back a sob as the tears started to drip down your cheeks. Heart aching at how he easily deduced your true feelings as something born out of loneliness. Maybe it was forged from that, but you knew deep down you did like the sea serpent god. Enough not to go back to where you belonged. Palms cupping his face, you leaned close, inches away from meeting his lips. Lips whispering in such a haunting tone that the god figured you were definitely temptation reincarnated in the flesh, out to alter his principles. “Do you really not feel anything for me? At all? If you do, kiss me… And if you don’t, I’ll go back. Do you… want me to go?”

Whether he should laugh at the foolish humans who wronged you or curse their names for inflicting unseen wounds on your heart, Hajime realized that no matter what he chooses, it was due to them that he met you—akin to a desert rose in this barren oasis.

For that, he was grateful.

Forbidden. That was what you tasted like the moment Hajime kissed you, forked tongue exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth. At any other time, he should be playing the role of the devil—seducing you to remain in this place for his own greediness to have you all for himself. But Hajime was the poor soul ensnared by your bewitching charms, falling into the hands of a temptress such as you, to break his own vows in order to protect not only you but himself as well.

A god enchanted by a mere mortal.

“Haji—ah, I love you. I really, really do.”

Mouth moaning against the shell of his ear, your hips moved on their own, rubbing your clothed sex against him. His sharp nails dug into the plush of your thighs, fighting back the urge to just have his way with you. But maybe that’s what you wanted, removing the dress you wore that night—the last thread of connection you had with the human world. The sea serpent was sure he could die out of joy right here, right now. To bask in the image of your beautiful curves and tits that bounced with every hump and grind. Naked and pliant, all for him.

“My jewel, hold on,” Hajime groaned, pressing a hot kiss against your neck where your pulse was before halting you. A bit dazed, drunk on lust, you met his lips once more then giggled softly at the god muttering how impatient you are. He held your head, the tone of his voice was solemn once he spoke. “Before I claim you as mine, are you sure about this? About… staying here?”

You nodded, quite sure.

Hajime couldn't help but smile softly at the lack of hesitation.

“I’m going to mark you now. You can’t back away anymore. Betraying me would be equal to death and the same shall be my fate if I were to… And from then on, you won’t wear or possess anything that isn’t mine. The clothing you shall wear down to the food you eat, everything shall come from me and only me. None from the humans who have forsaken you. No one shall ever harm or speak ill of you again. Having heard this, would you still let me have you?”

“I’m gonna be… your mate?” The teasing hum and grin caused the god’s eyes to widen for a moment which then soften as he let out a soft laugh at your words, running his fingers through the silver strands of his hair and grazing the shaved part. Taking your hand into his, Hajime pressed his lips against the knuckles. Heart fluttering at the affection.

“Wife, my jewel. You’ll be my wife.” His lips pecked at yours before he went on. “After I claim you as mine, I’ll have you bathe in nothing but gold and riches. Be the mother of my children and you won’t have to worry about anything. All the best for you. Anything for you.”

Who would be able to resist such adoration from a god? Certainly not you. Head on his shoulder, you whimpered at the touch of his fingers grazing your clit. His scaly lower body is cold yet soothing on your ass cheeks. It would certainly be a miracle if he managed to prepare your cunt into taking his huge and long cock that slapped his stomach every time he tried to rub it against your ass while the other girthier one was sliding against your pussy lips. He was certainly blessed with two impressive lengths that you fear won’t fit. Both of the heads were weeping with pre-cum. The cocks throbbed and twitched every time you let out a whine. Hips thrashing to the way his fingers played the bundle of nerves.

Fuck, would you be able to fit two?

“Jewel, hah… Want to be in you…”

Guess you had to literally fuck around to find out.

“Haji—shit, I’m ready. F-fuck, inside me, please!” Just as you were expecting the girthier cock to split your gummy walls, you hissed when the other slipped inside and parted your pussy lips. Hajime groaned, burying his face into your neck as his cock’s tip immediately hit that spot that had your jaw dropping. Fucking like feral animals in heat was the best way to describe what proceeded. His groans and choked gasps mingle with your breathy and high-pitched ones. Cunt bouncing on his cock, you mewled at the easy climb to ecstasy. However, while your brain was fogged up with lust and how your walls were being molded into the shape of the god’s cock, Hajime was holding back on biting your neck, to sink his fangs into you.

He had to wait—wait for you to come undone before he could claim you. It was less painful that way.

“H-Hajime, oh fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” Lips in an ‘o’, your nails dug deep into his hands, raking down that should have anyone wincing in agony. But not Hajime. Not the god who will become your husband. “Ah, ah—shit!”

Good thing he doesn’t have to wait too long.

The second he felt your cunt squeeze him tight, Hajime sunk his fangs into your neck where your pulse was erratically beating. A silent scream fell from your agape mouth, unable to differentiate whether it was out of pleasure or the sting that ran through your neck and down to your collarbones. It burns—you were sure your flesh was burning from where Hajime bit you, his forked tongue licking the punctures in an attempt to ease the wound. But that was pointless, not when he pushed you down, easing his other cock into your other puckered hole.

“H-holy shit!”

Full was how you felt, having Hajime’s two cocks inside of you. The pain and the euphoria all mixed together that rendered you in a drunken stupor. Voice screaming Hajime’s name, you sealed the deal that it would only be the name you shall utter in the throes of passion forever as he marked your flesh. Your second orgasm was nearby when the sea serpent god pulled out his fat cock from your ass, rubbing it twice as he whispered into your ear. He hoped you weren’t delirious to a point you wouldn’t take note of the words he was about to say.

“I’m gonna put it in now—ah, want you to have my brood.” You hissed as his other cock pushed into your pussy with the other. Hajime swore you were heaven incarnate with the way you took him in so well. “I’m gonna breed you, wife.”

“Y-yes, yes, yes! Breed me, Hajime. Oh fuck, impregnate me. Lemme have your babies.” Filthy requests poured out of your lips like it was second to breathing, frantically meeting his thrusts halfway no matter how it sometimes stung. Eyes rolling back, you swore you could feel him on your throat, hand pressing against the bulge on your stomach that appeared every time he pistoned inside. Your cheeks are warm and damp. Everything seemed like a dream and no one would ever believe such a dirty one if you were to tell a soul what happened here. From the way you felt something round slide into your womb once Hajime shot his fertile cum to whimpering on his chest in the aftermath of Hajime breeding your womb by giving you a dozen of his eggs. The thick cock of the sea serpent god was tucked back into the slit that housed it, except for the other one that continuously pumped thick loads of semen into your abused pussy. Hajime cooing and giving your head chaste kisses whenever you trembled in his hold. Lips giving extra attention to the bite mark that was still pulsing.

“Rest up, my jewel,” Hajime whispered near your fluttering eyelids that were about to close out of exhaustion. “I shall wake you up if I need to pump your womb full of my cum again. That way, we can guarantee that the little ones will come out healthy and safe soon.”

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hazelsmirrorball · 2 years ago

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The Red Container

summary: Jason chickens out last minute to Y/n’s Christmas party so she decides to make it up for him.

pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Vigilante reader

a/n: Merry Christmas!!! I hope you guys had and amazing Christmas here’s my gift to you guys. The last part will be on new years eve!! I’ll try uploading some stories for new years unrealated to this one!

christmas masterlist

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

Jason anxiously rubbed his palms against his pants attempting to calm the nerves overtaking his body. He slowly reached his hands to the front door slowly hovering his hand but before he could even knock one the door quickly opened.

“Hey I.. What are you doing here” The person in front of him exclaimed, closing the door behind him and pulling Jason away from the front door.

“I could ask you the same thing! What the hell are you doing here Dick?” Jason exclaimed angrily, glaring at his brother.

“ It’s my best friend's Christmas Party, that’s why I am here! Now why the hell are you here” Dick responded, pushing his shoulder softly.

“Well, a friend of mine invited me to the party. That’s why I’m here” He mumbled while holding up the invitation he had received.

“ A friend? We don’t have mutual “friends” Jason. Wait, since when do you have friends?” Dick Annoyingly asked while glaring at his younger brother, not even giving the invitation a second look.

“ She’s more of a coworker” He mumbled hiding in his back pocket the gift he intended to give her for christmas.

“A coworker? As in a Red Hood coworker?” Dick responded in a sarcastic tone leaning against the side wall of the house.

“ Yes, asshole. A Red Hood coworker. She had been on my ass inviting me to go to her holiday parties for a few months now. Decided to drop by. I should get going” he mumbled, straightening himself and walking towards where he originally came through. He could hear Dick mumble a soft good under his breath.

When Jason was far enough he could see a shorter silhouette stand next to Dick outside. She excitedly waved her cup in the air and leaned against Dick.

“Who was outside?” She asked quite loudly in an attempt to valence out the music that was coming out through the open front door.

“No one. I just needed some fresh air ``he said, smiling softly at her. Jason slowly gripped on his hands watching the scene unfold. Not wanting to keep the fiasco going he went on his way. Failing to hear Y/n’s last words.

“I’m waiting for a friend of mine so if you see him, tell me. Please”

…

Jason looked at the view in front of him taking in the beautiful cold night. He regretted not entering the party. Dick always got on his nerves but today, he wanted to kill Dick. Part of him knew she was going to be mad. He had promised her he was going to the Christmas party. He had to be there. s/h/n was the only person that actually had genuine interest in his life. She wanted to be included and genuinely cared for him.

“Hey, turn that frown upside down. Santa doesn’t want frowns today” That beautiful voice took over his ear making him completely warm.

“Well, I wasn’t on Santa’s nice list so I don’t think he would mind if I frown” He said, chuckling softly.

“I think Santa reconsider because he left a little something on my tree for you” Y/n said sitting next to him, their knees rubbing softly. Y/n and Jason felt their faces heating up, but neither of them had the nerve to move their legs.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, s/h/n” He responded, breaking the silence staring at masked covered face.

“ I didn’t get you anything, Santa did, now here” She smiled softly, handing him a red gift bag and their usual red container.

“Before I opened this, Santa also brought something to my house, the only gift under my small one dollar tree was for Santa’s number one person on his list. Here” Jason softly handed her a s/c small box.

“You didn’t have..” She started covering her mouth with her hand.

“I didn’t, Santa did,” Jason said playfully, hitting her side. Y/n chuckled softly, throwing her head back while shaking it.

“On the count of three we opened the gifts then”

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

“You fucking didn’t” both of them exclaimed at the same time looking at each other holding their gifts up.

“How did you even know I wanted this?” Y/n exclaimed, holding the beautiful pearl necklace in her hands.

“You were ranting about wanting that necklace one night that we passed by the store while patrolling,” Jason said, trying not to give him importance.

“That was like five months ago” She exclaimed, shocked while looking down at the necklace.

“I was quite dedicated to getting that gift for you,” he said, chuckling softly.

“And you said we weren’t partners” She responded his shoulder softly

“I have to keep you around! You grew on me” Jason said, laughing softly.

“I’m the best. I know, now what did you think of your gift?” Y/n asked, getting closer.

“I love it! How did you know I read? More specifically, how do you know I read romance novels?” He said holding up the four books she had gotten him.

“I saw you eyeing those books while we were patrolling a few months ago”

“I guess we have the same tactics”

“I guess we do”

They stayed in silence looking at the gifts. Jason slowly looked at the box, noticing a small letter. He slowly read it and Y/n nervously rambled.

“ I know parties aren’t your things but I really want you to come. So the last party of the year is going to be a masquerade ball. I'd appreciate it if you took the time to go.”

“I try to go” he said softly, Y/n quickly hugged his frame not wanting to let him go.

“Thank you” she said softly against his chest.

“No need to thank me! Merry Christmas, s/h/n” He said leaning into her softly.

“Call me Y/n”

“Well, you can call me Jay”

“Merry Christmas Jay”

“Merry Christmas Y/n”

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