#because they are fucking old in b&w

[devotedlystrangewizard]

one thing i love about b&w as a dlc is just the quiet moments with regis. theres so much trust there. honesty. open compliments spoken like any other sentence. theyre so comfortable with each other and it shows and geralt being a witcher (monsterhunter) and regis being a vampire (monster) only adds to it. like yeah high vampires are nigh impossible to kill but theyre still, in a sense, made to be mortal enemies and still they trust each other the entire time its so sweet i love old people

[spearxwind]

IT IS TIME. BASTARD FAMILY LINEUP 2023 BABY!!!! WOOO!!

[yardsards]

people love an "i'll take care of you" "it's rotten work" "not to me, not if it's you" character dynamic until the character who needs to be taken care of is disabled. then it's supposedly fucked up and toxic for a person to have to take care of someone else.

[bleakfortune]

lalala la la lal ala la u dont have to read this your decision heed the warning tag

[minotaurfemme]

we should bring back analog tv broadcasts i think

[pinkseas]

girls will put an EXTENSIVE amount of thought and research into their next couple of planned fics and THIS IS THE THANKS THEY'LL GET FOR IT.

[wetslug]

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[slingbees]

i do think it's worth examining why people don't like more female characters especially if they're not paragons of morality, but i DO think "you can't name any characters from childrens media" is too high of a bar to set on the "only engages with children's/nostlagic media" website. like yeah, they keep naming female characters from avatar bc they still talk about the male characters from that childrens show too. on the only watches childrens media website

also before anyone comes at me with "actually I watch things for adults, so": that's not a special skill, if it doesn't apply to you then it's not about you, you know exactly what kind of responses I'm talking about already

[screampied]

FAKIN’ IT FOR YOU ?! ☆

gojo, sukuna, nanami, toji, choso. faking an orgasm n how they react

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, faking órgasms, praise, filthy dirty talk, orgasm denial, first time squirt (choso), öral (f! receiving), nipple play, impact play, manhandling, req by anon, mdni. total wc 3.7k

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“what the fuck was that?”

he wouldn’t even care he was balls deep—you can’t even try to fake an orgasm with toji because he’ll immediately know. toji knows every inch of your body—he studies it like one would study for an exam, every particular nerve, he knows how to hit it until you break. yet, the moment you decide to fake your release, all hell breaks loose. you’d be on all fours as he stops his churlish hits against you, a hand of his gathers a firm amount of your hair before he tightly yokes it back. sweetly, you play coy and moan, “what was what?”

“let’s not,” toji grumbles, and he’s annoyed. you can hear the extra grit linger underneath his tone as he speaks. ravened eyebrows of his curve into a frustrated furrow before he pulls out. it was so abrupt, you whine before he gives your ass a rude spank, darting his eyes away with an eye roll. “oh, please, girl. was that a fake moan too?”

“it wasn’t f-fake,” you protest, and you’re suddenly quiet from the way he rubs his fatten swollen tip against your soddened entrance. toji could read you like a book though—you weren’t bullshitting anyone. you was so close but instead, you decided to be a bit more of a brat, kind of desperate to see toji’s reaction.

all toji does is pull out. you whine, the friction titillating against every number of nerves hidden within your body before he spanks your ass again. “faking an orgasm for me, girl bye.” and as he speaks, you could hear his sheer vexation. toji brings your hips up to him, having your face laid down against the woolly mattress before he wraps a hand around his shaft. giving it a few pumps, he starts to slap his tip against your entrance. “got some balls, girl. i’ll give ya that.”

“w- why’d you pull out?” you whimper, making a cute attempt at grinding your rear against him. toji snickers, drubbing his plump cockhead against your slit, pushing it in—only to pull it right back out. the dewy squashes your pussy makes only rings against your ears further. all you feel is pure static, you’re panting, chest heaving, everything and above.

with a secure grip against a nice chunk of your hair, toji groans. “b- because i fuckin’ cannn,” he mocks your faltering stutter, a palm of his bedaubing against your folds before spanking it silly. “ooh,” he purrs, watching your thighs shimmy upon impact. you bite your lip, trying to rut yourself further against him and he only resumes to rub his rounded fat tip between your slit. desperately, you try to swallow him whole but before you could even attempt — toji pulls it back out, slapping his hefty cock onto your pussy again and again. “got some nerve faking an orgasm with me when y’er this soaked already.”

“f-fuck,” a mewl dies out your throat as you feel him continue to smear his rotund cockhead all over your most sensitive parts. with your back hunched over, pretty thighs parted, you let off a bratty giggle. huffing out a sweet sigh, you hum, “it’s just … you’re getting a bit old, toji. didn’t wanna be mean.”

toji’s left eye twitches. as he ghosts a few fingers against your cunt — he slowly inserts two thick fingers inside of your lewd opening before pulling his digits back out. “old, huh?” and he flips you over to look straight at him. sable hairs of his run down his brows before he slyly smiles. a gasp wretches out from your throat before he shoves both of your knees up to your chest, realigning himself. with a husky grunt, he snarls. “don’t play with me. old or not i’ll still break this bed, whore.”

“d- do it then.” you almost simper but he cups a hand over your face.

“tch, such a mouth on ya. ain’t nothin’ a few orgasms won’t fix,” and you moan once he starts to finally make his way inside of you. the girth of toji thickens and dilates throughout your walls and you feel his grip tighten against your knees. as the bed starts to creak in harmony again, he darkly cackles, hot breath aerating against your neck. “oh, and just a heads up baby. when i break this bed, ‘s coming out of your pocket to replace it. ‘ppreciate it.”

★ CHOSO KAMO

“h-huh,” he’d stammer in short briskly breaths. choso doesn’t realize you fake it until he actually realizes something wasn’t right. with him being propped up between your plush thighs, he gently gnaws against your chin, panting heavily. “baby, did you just fake your orgasm?”

you only give him a sheepish grin and choso pouts, he leans in to kiss your pout, soft sweet kisses gluing against your chin before he whines. “that… wasn’t nice,” and he buries his face into his neck. choso’s only teasing—but in the case that you do fake an orgasm with him, he’s more than determined to make you cum at least ten times harder. choso would have you laying flat on your back, gradually easing himself back into your sopping accepting walls before he whines. “oh f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling you immediately engulf around his length. he’s throbbing into you, various veins that run down his shaft pulse inside of you. your legs immensely snake around his waist before he starts to deeply drill into you.

choso’s pace is different this time — it’s much more frantic, he’s still whimpering praises into your ear as he’s plummeting his dick within your gummy clingy walls. “mhm, just like that baby. s-so good,” you’d mewl out, his hips continuing to drive into you at a full smacking speed. it’s addictive, the way his sharp hips rotate against you—you feel your tongue hang out before he leans in to suck on it.

you’ve always tasted so sweet, choso’s moans only grow louder as he starts to tap against that same spot buried inside of your cunt. he knows your moans are for real this time because of your body language—how you cling onto him tightly with your giddy arms and legs, biting down onto his right shoulder in pure pleasure. “fuck, fuck right there baby. that’s it, that spot, pleaseee.”

choso could have came alone from your melodic words of encouragement. you’re all stupefied with your eyes crossed, warm hot bodies clashing against each other in sync. he whimpers, feeling his thighs ache near the undersides before his hefty cock reaches yet another deep spot. your legs were steadfastly wrapped around his torso, making sure he’d never leave. “come on baby, give me one, please. gimme a real one,” and he licks a long stripe up your neck. “give it to me, make a mess on m-me so i can clean you right up.”

as you’re positioned in a sprawled way, choso’s hands roam towards your neglected bouncing tits. his head lowers down to suck against them as his hips go slow. a growing pool of heat resides near your lower abdomen as his delicious inches drill in and out of you. “f-fuck, ‘cho. ‘s coming, feel w-wet.”

“let go on me, please,” he purrs, his tongue licking against your sensitive nipples. after a while, he csnt help but start to suck against your precious mounds, moaning as you cup his face to look at you. choso grinds against you, verbosely slowing himself down before you let off a real shriek. as the coarse smacks against each body pitched louder and loduer, you feel yourself zealously jolt forward before you feel a sudden sensation gush out of you. the velocity of it all was soaking — you’re panting, chest heaving as you try to recollect breaths before you feel yourself spouting out more onto your boyfriend. choso pauses, his pink dampened lips quavering as he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “baby,” his eyelids lowers, and he’s puffing for air right with you. a hand of his trails down between your thighs, lifting up your legs before he moans. “did you just squirt on me…?”

feeling a drenching pool of saliva coat into your mouth, you whine out a timid, “y- yes.”

giving you a hungry gaze, his dick twitches inside of you before he pulls out to watch the remnants of your own slick spill out. “o- oh wow,” he gawks at the filthy scenery right before his eyes. in a gruff voice, choso bites his lip, leaning down to press a final delicate kiss against your pussy. “mwah,” his warm lips ghost against your now drenched folds. he can’t help but lick against it, savoring your sweetened taste before he looks up at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “do.. do you think you can squirt for me one more time? pretty please. need you s-so bad.”

★ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

the audacity was beyond him—he knows right away, sukuna was no foolish curse.

if it was anything he knew by heart, it was your body. whenever you’re about to orgasm, he likes to stare dead into your eyes whilst he’s giving you his all. slow yet deadly strokes, he likes draining the pleasure out of you with the thick inches of his cock. oh, how his favorite part was to just hear your babbling little voice sob out his name over and over like a looping vinyl on a record player. your adorable cacophonies of “right there, right there,” and “gonna cum, ‘kuna,” and many more, many of which they all never fail to reverb across the padded walls of his sacred chambers.

although, he can easily tell from how it’s real or fake. sukuna gets up close—hearing the sounds of your heavy breaths as your legs wrap around his waist. as you’re taking in every part of his bare long length, your arms sling around him. you’re a mess underneath him, jostling against his beefy built body. the demon’s pure smoldering heat colliding against yours only makes you throb at a much quicker pace. his scent, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “i-i’m close, ‘kuna.” you’d mewl out in a desperate cry, hearing his low animalistic growls all close up against the outer shell of your ear.

he knows,

you didn’t even have to remind him, he knows your body. it was his priceless treasure. sukuna groans as you claw your fingernails into the deep depths of his back. his thickened base resumes to jackhammer into your tight sticky walls furthermore until you croak. he’s just so big, you jaw was dangling open all stupid like before it finally comes— that familiar squeal he’s grown to love. his favorite part.

as your cunt sloshes against the repetitive thwacks against it, you whine out your finish—yet he notices something quite peculiar about your concluding climax. as you lean your back, doe eyes staring into the ceiling, his pointed ears twitch at the way you elongated that single orgasmic syllable. “think you’re so funny,” he says as he waits for your seven second orgasm to come to a closing halt. crimson red eyes makes your tummy churn as you meet his stern gaze and he grips your chin. “little girl, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“w- what?” you coyly mutter, an almost smile pulls against each side of your lips before he glares at you.

sukuna pulls out and you gasp, your ankle brushing against the back of his torso and he squeezes your lips together. “brat,” he snarls, his tone all rough and husky. a free hand of sukuna’s sneaks down between your pried open legs to feel against your pussy. a real moan snatches out from your throat as he rubs sloppy circles against it, only to smack it again, and again, and again. your eyes start to roll as he continues to pace. you’re so soaked that it starts to coat his hand. “look at you. can’t get off to dick but you came just from a few pussy smacks? tch.”

“m-more, ‘kuna. don’t stop pleaseee.” you pant, feeling your tummy cave in as you’re directly underneath him. his weight hovers above you as he still grips your cheeks together, giving you a hot, steamy kiss. sukuna’s forked tongue glides against yours and you whimper in his mouth before he lightly pushes you off. you ‘oof’ back onto the fat padded mattress with a pout as he gets up. with a saddened frown, you sit up to whine. “where— where are you going?”

sukuna fixes his kimono before giving you an annoyed glower. “don’t worry about that. worry about how you’re gonna make that pathetic pussy finish since i apparently can’t make you cum,” and he snickers at your little grumbles before he walks out. “change the sheets when you’re done. fuckin’ wet girl.”

★ NANAMI KENTO

“…oh,” a deep voice groans from behind you. nanami’s voice was low, his simple oh sounded offended more than anything. most of the time he doesn’t really have you on all fours, doggystyle. but today, you were being a bit of a brat. nanami doesn’t mind your little antics, but if it’s to a point where he has to remind you of your place, he will. nanami’s thick cock was plunging in and out of you before he abruptly stops, slowing down once you ‘release.’

your moan sounded a bit too dramatic than usual, you gulp as he lightly grips onto the back of your shirt.

“oh….what?” you’d moan out, and you glance at the mirror that’s propped up in front of the both of you. there—you see nanami with a look of what seems to be mere irritation. nevertheless though, it’s hot. the way his gentle fawn irises burn into you, perfectly arched brows of his lower and a scowl forms onto his lips. he was still fully clothed, just his slacks from work hanging low. out of nowhere, he gives your ass a mean spank.

nanami sighs, feeling his dick that was stuffed inside of you twitch from the inside. “let’s not ask silly questions, my love. you faked that one, didn’t you?” and despite how sweet and alluring his delivery was—you heard a faint rasp in his voice, the baritone as he speaks makes you even more wetter than you already were.

you pout, not fond of how he stopped fucking you, you wanted more—you couldn’t help but be greedy for more of him.

“i didn’t,” you lie through your teeth, arching forward in a cute teasing attempt for him to finish drilling into you. nanami doesn’t follow through though, instead—he gathers a strong yet gentle grip of your hair. as his veins coarse through him, his hefty arms bulge as he pulls you forward to stare at your pathetic needy reflection. “f-finish fucking me, ‘ken. why’d you s-stop?”

“why should i continue, sweetheart? tell me that,” and his words were nothing more but a soft purr. his interest was suddenly piqued—you’ve never faked one of your orgasms before, at least not with him. as you lie on your chest, he takes a peek at your ass before letting off another low sigh. nanami gets directly up close to you before he delicately tightens the grip around your hair a tad bit. “ah, don’t be shy now. tell me what ‘m not doing right to make this pussy feel good. i know you faked it, my love.”

your breath hitches as nanami presses his weight against you—his throbbing cock buries itself between your entrance but he’s not even in fully.

he’s just … idle, his shaft remains near you and you whine from the feeling of him not moving.

“i was just p-playing,” you whine, feeling your perky nipples rub against the satiny-made sheets. whilst you smear your glossy lips together, you grind your hips against your husband. “just wanted attention, ‘ken.”

“my wife,” he whispers, planting a hot kiss near the nape of your neck. his touch alone could make you finish. it was that easy, nanami’s fingers skim against your waist before he sucks gently against your collarbone. “there’s other ways to get my attention, you know that,” and his voice softens by a mile. he’s always gentle with you, his throbbing cock all swollen and built up of so much volumes of seed that he was preparing to give to you. “ugh, having you bent over like this ‘s drivin’ me crazy,” he abruptly admits, feeling you wriggle your ass against his cock that was stuffed between the very temples of your ass. “but,” he swallows, sneaking another kiss, this time against your earlobe. “if i give you another orgasm, ‘s it gonna be real this time?”

“y- yes, promise,” you moan, desperate for him to go back inside. nanami’s hands grab onto your hips now as he pulls them up, relishing in your little arch you’ve got going on for only his eyes to see. you’re gorgeous, he huffs out a few breaths as you take your time to whine out your little words of desire. “won’t fake it anymore, jus’ finish fucking me, please.”

nanami groans—his fingers wrapping around his fat length, giving it a few mere pumps before he prods it against your hungry swallowing slit. “atta girl. keep that arch f’me, yeah,” he sucks his teeth, raising his chin up to where his jawline makes an appearance. “now,” he whispers, deepening his voice as he spreads your legs, making your right cheek sink into the cottony pillow. “let’s try this again. let’s see if i can get a little squirt out of you, sweetheart.”

★ SATORU GOJO

once he finds out you faked your orgasm, it significantly bruises his ego—he tries to play it off with a sheepish cackle cutting out of his throat. “heh, i can fake an orgasm better than that, y’know.” he’d mutter, yet you could hear the little tremor in gojo’s tone. he was quite literally pounding into you before he makes you lie down flat against his chest. he makes you spread your legs for him, exposing your dripping pussy before he pinches your clit. you moan, feeling gojo’s bulge brush off against your ass. “kinda hurt my feelings, hmph.”

“i didn’t f-fake it—” you try to lie. with his fingers rummaging near the inside of your cunt, it had you biting back your words in regret. you lean back against his chest, legs all spread and you start to squirm before he hums against your ear.

“squirmy today aren’t we?” gojo jeers with an impish smile. he titters at the way your legs judder all because of the indecourous stimulation. each tantalizing twitch makes him wanna rub his fingers against your clit even quicker. “if you don’t wanna gimme an orgasm, i’ll just have to do it myself, angel.”

you clench onto his thigh, allowing pleasure to overtake you before his fingertips skid against that familiar spot. now— your moans were very much real, gojo’s fingers was so lengthy that he could reach you in areas his own dick probably couldn’t locate. as your eyelids feel heavy, they shut before another whine leaves your mouth. he still keeps up his pace, maneuvering all kinds of circles over your pussy in a rotation manner before your thighs start to shudder in ecstasy.

“satoru, satoruuuu,” a heavenly sounded whimper dies out your throat. you only then roughly gnaw down on your lip, a cute try at trying to suppress your little moans. “don’t think i can c-cum anymore, ‘s good fuckk.”

he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “yes you can, i know you can baby,” he whispers, and that’s when he moves again, moving himself between your legs this time. gojo brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, slithery strings of saliva peeling from your folds and it’s so sloppy. immediately, his lips get all moist and muggy with your honeyed slit. he creates a bowling ball grip with two lengthy fingers, shoving the two of them in and out before he blows parching hot air against your cunt. “gotta get my baby a little wetter.” he whispers, watching you pulse from the inside. within seconds, you happily coat your boyfriend's fingers with your dingy sheet arousal before he slowly vigorously continues to knead various circles and shapes against your swollen nub. you were throbbing laboriously, pulse after pulse as you panting repeats itself as if you’re running a marathon.

gojo lolls out his long wet tongue against your pretty pussy, savoring your candied taste as he feels you roughly joggle against his mouth. hot puffs of pants fans against your folds as he chuckles, and he then starts to spank your pussy raw. one spank turns into two, then three, then four . .

you didn’t want him to stop anytime soon—his guzzling greedy sucks against your clit only makes you spasm out even faster. by now, you don’t even remember why you faked your orgasm because the real one was finally about to present itself. it’s coming to you like a tsunami wave, you can’t predict it but it’s preparing to crash into you all at once. the build up has you almost drooling before you grip onto his his meaty thigh.

“s-satoru— something’s hnghhh coming. oh my goddd,” and you’re trapped in a haze, yet gojo doesn’t stop there. he’s so offended that he doesn’t just make you cream on his fingers. he makes you squirt on them too, gushing out so much the that sheets are now all soaked thanks to you. whilst your tummy heaves, your legs feel all numb and not before long, he makes you squirt again. your jaw cutely sways itself open as you lie back on the mattress, feeling the few spurts trickle out of you slowly. “f-fuck,” you whine, and your voice is all strained and tiny.

gojo hums before he starts making out with your pussy. his eyes close as if he’s actually kissing you, each smooch sounds more sloppy by the second before he pulls out his fingers, sitting up to slide them into your mouth. “taste yourself baby. now thaaaat’s how you orgasm,” and as you take his digits into your mouth with droopy eyes, your tongue swirls all around his fingertips. as you moan amply from your own taste, he wrenches out his fingers before sneaking a two second kiss on your lips. “awww, don’t tap out on me now. you can give ‘toru one more, right?”

[baekuras]

I literally decided to learn like the very basics of python today which apparently awoke my brain so now it wants to do EVERY.SINGLE.THING i haven't done these past last //waves incoherently-time....at once

this is good on one hand because yay motivation really bad on the other because if I don't tread carefully i will loose motivation for all those things because idk choice paralysis or whatever it's called

too many things, too little time

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ i'll give you the fire i keep inside ❞

up to the challenge : ⌞no nut november⌝ edition [ pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 ]

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, praise kink, begging, premature ejaculation, clothed sex, whiny reader (gojo), smug reader (geto), satoru overestimating himself, suguru 'just the tip' geto

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : it's nowhere near november, but i need to write this. it's based off an old post of mine from 4 years ago! so, i have no excuse 🖤

✧ g. satoru lasts : 2 days

oh, satoru is so confident that he'll easily make it through the entirety of november. the moment he coos to you about how excited he is to participate in 'no nut november' as a challenge against suguru, he's walking around with his chest puffed out. however, he doesn't take into account that you'd be a little upset after he tells you, thinking you have to go a whole month without sex with your boyfriend. but everyone knows satoru is the best boyfriend, right? he'd neeeever let his pretty lil' mochi feel unsatisfied. so, on the second day of November, he's got you up on the kitchen counter, mouth buried between your thighs as he practically devours your cunt, messily licking and sucking at your clit as his eyes roll back just from the taste of you. after all, there's no way he'd lose this way!

it had only been two days since satoru had fucked you, how were you this wet and needy? you were dripping down his chin, soaking his fucking face, and god, he was in heaven. "c'mon, baby, grind that clit into my mouth," he fucking whines, kissing your pussy between slurps, hands holding you spread open for him to keep testing you. satoru's so hard, it hurts, his cock rubbing and twitching against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, but he couldn't touch, he wouldn't let himself. he'd be fine, all he needed was to make sure he made his baby cum. "hhf, 't-toru, 'toruuuu, i-i miss you, i miss youuu," you pitifully whine, pretty eyes filling with tears as you grew closer and closer to cumming all over his face. but just hearing you say that you miss him when it hasn't even been a fucking week almost makes satoru cum, almost. "baby, babyyy, don't say that shit," satoru whimpers, about to pull away from your dripping slit, dizzy from your words. but you don't let him, no, not when you're this close. with the cutest little huff, you look him right in his pretty blue eyes and grab a fistful of his hair, smashing his mouth right back against your cunt as you cry his name. and oh, the noise he lets out against your pussy feels so gooddd, feeling his tongue desperately licking up your cum. god, you were practically suffocating him. all that Satoru could process was you, you, you. jesus, he didn't think he'd be able to leave you alone the rest of the month, not when just going two days got you this desperate...he really was fucking you that good that you got addicted, huh? it's okay because honestly? he missed your pussy so fucking much. "'toru, satoruuu, p-please, i-i don't like this challenge anymore, miss when you stuff me w-with your cum," you whine as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, giving him one last tug into your pussy so his mouth was right over your clit. have you always been this fucking whiny and demanding? god, satoru couldn't remember. but, you didn't realize how seriously all the tugging and those filthy, desperate words of yours would affect him. hell, he didn't know how badly it would affect him. once he separates himself from you, he's avoiding eye contact, and he's getting red. embarrassed. flustered. all it took was a quick glance down to see what the issue was. "b-baby, you...i just...how—" "'toru, did you cum in your pants?"

✧ g. suguru lasts : 2.5 weeks

the only reason suguru decided to participate in this was because satoru roped him into it. not that he didn't think he could do it, but because he knew satoru was going to lose against him. he's so thankful that you're nothing but supportive, eager for him to win this challenge with the promise of a reward of his choosing once he made it to December 1st. it's honestly not that hard. as long as he's able to still be affectionate with you, suguru is content. sure, sometimes he has to stop his imagination, but otherwise, he's fine. at least, that's until he comes home to you wearing the cutest purple thigh highs with little skulls on them. it starts off with suguru pulling you closer, making you stand between his legs as his hands rub up and down your plush thighs...but next thing you know, your legs are over his shoulders as he drags his cock up and down your slit.

"just—just the tip, okay? i can't put anymore in, princess." "suguruuuuu, just! put it in! stop teasing!" those pretty legs of yours would always be his downfall, suguru could never resist them. there wasn't anything even sexual about it, but just seeing how they squeezed your thighs so perfectly...he couldn't help himself. but if he only let himself put the tip of his dick inside that tight little hole of yours, he'd be fine...yeah, he just needed a small feel, and he'd be fine. without any more hesitation, suguru slowly sunk into your puffy pussy, letting out a shaky groan as his head fell down onto your shoulder. shit, shit, shit, it was only the tip, but you felt so good, too fucking good. "g-god, why's this cunt so wet and warm, baby? it's not fair," suguru hissed, lifting his head to look down to where you both were connected. "s'not my fault you wanted to do this dumb challenge," you hummed, a little smug smile on your face. "stop listenin' to satoru, you'll get stupid like him." it made him laugh, you were so amused by him barely holding himself together...and he couldn't blame you, he wasn't the type to break so easily... "s-suguruuu, wait, you said just the tip, that's—suguuuu!" suguru let out the most scandalized gasp when he realized his entire cock was being hugged by your soft, hot walls. it was so cute, though, how you tried to help him, to let him know so he didn't lose. such a sweetheart, weren't you? but, suguru was too far gone. he had slowly begun inching himself inside of you, not even realizing it until it was too late. not being able to stop his hips from moving, thrusting in and out of you, creating a little ring of cream around the base of his cock as his dick dragged against those soft spots inside you that made you keen his name. "oh, princess, angel, you're so sweet, you know that? s-shit, listen to that pussy...she missed this? she missed the feeling of her sugu inside? hm? fuuuck, fuck it, 'm-'m gonna give you what you need, baby, d-don't worry," he says in a needy rasp, pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a delirious little grin. yeah, suguru knew he was going to lose today...he'd be damned if he didn't cum all over this sweet cunt. all because of some stupidly cute socks.

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[zyafics]

PLAY FAKE | part nine

MASTERLIST (series) | Rafe Cameron x Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — When Rafe needs to secure a girlfriend for his father to see him as a viable candidate for Cameron Development, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

Content — 18+, smut, angst, depictions of jealousy + aggression, emotional turmoil, mild descriptions of violence, and usage of drugs. Reader is hyper-independent, a people-pleaser, a smart mouth, stands on business, and mysterious past. Rafe is insecure, possessive, asshole, and has mood swings.

Rafe was gone.

You admit, the discovery was disappointing. You frowned at the empty space beside you but you were also relieved. He made the choice for you. He set some boundaries you weren't sure you could sustain and reminded you of who you are to him. It's a good thing.

At least, that's what you tell yourself.

Groaning, you drag yourself out of bed and walk to the bathroom. In front of the dingy mirror, with the silver peeling at the edge, you see all the marks Rafe left on you: the bruises of his fingertips around your hips, the light welts traveling up your spine and backside. He truly is a possessive fuck.

Popping the last Plan B in your mouth, you take a long shower to clean yourself up. Once you exit from the stall, you dress yourself in some old clothes and get ready for your day.

You don't need a clock to know you overslept and your siblings are on the cusps of being late to class. Loaded with an apology, you step out into the hallway to hear giggles and chatters from your sisters.

And Rafe.

"Don't wake your sister." He warns in a whisper, controlling his volume against their laughter. They say something in response you can't discern but it was reciprocated by a familiar sounding scoff.

Your heart squeezes in your chest—from the fact that Rafe stayed or because he's meeting your siblings, you don't know. 

All you know is it's not a good thing.

You round the corner, stepping out of the shadows, to see Rafe locking pinkies with your sisters, pressing his thumbs against their dainty ones.

He didn't notice you. It's Amara who lifts her head at the sound of your footsteps and brightens up, calling out your name with such enthusiasm, it prompts the trio to turn their attention to you. You don't look at Rafe, approaching the kitchen island where they surrounded themselves.

"What's this?"

You trust Rafe. You do, but you don't know what he could've said to them. Since you don't know how long they've been awake or how long they've been talking, you're afraid, in this short interval of time, Rafe revealed things you wanted to hide.

"Well, you were sleeping." Leilani begins, to which you nod along. "So, your boyfriend helped us with breakfast."

Your first instinct is to correct the label: boyfriend. However, it isn't wise to make a scene and throw contradictions in front of your sisters. So, you stop in front of the island and face Rafe.

"You did?" You raise a brow, leaning against the countertop for some stability. Your muscles are aching and your knees are wobbly, but you couldn't take a seat because Leilani and Amara occupied the only stools in the house. You just hope they don't notice.

But Rafe does.

He merely shrugs, giving you a onceover. "Someone had to. The kids were hungry."

You swallow hard, not knowing how to process this gesture. It's sweet that Rafe is helping you with your sisters, but some part of you wished he didn't. That he would separate himself from your life. It's getting too complicated, too entangled, that you're afraid one day you can't pull him away without losing yourself in the process.

You try your best to hide this internal conflict, but something in his gaze suggests he could see right through your walls. As if he could read your thoughts and understand your soul in one.

It's too much to bear. You had to look away.

Distracting yourself by turning back to your sisters, you ask them what they talked about and Amara and Leilani share a glance with Rafe. You want to inquire what that look meant, before Amara bursts out into an anecdote about how Rafe described your first interaction. How you met at your job. How it all happened.

You realize, as she's reciting your timeline, how it feels like a distant memory. You nod along while Amara recounts the story from Rafe's perspective, shifting your weight off of one leg to the other, leaning faithfully on the island to hold you up.

Rafe moves from his position, coming behind you as your sisters talk amongst themselves about the finer details of your love life, and wraps an arm around your waist. Your natural reflex is to pull away, to avoid exhibiting such affection, but Rafe's strength alleviates some pressure off your feet. You were too grateful for it.

"Sore?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear, to which you nod. Something about the confirmation satisfies him.

When Amara finishes her spiel, having strayed from the original conversation to a tangent about her storybook princesses, you glance over at the time on the stove. 

"Leila, Mara. Go get ready." You announce. "Your bus is going to be here soon."

They whine, wanting to stay longer and extract more information from Rafe. They even tried to argue that Rafe has a car, which can drive them to school like a pumpkin carriage. You rebuff with a scold, shaking your head. "Rafe's done enough. Go get ready. Now."

Pouting, they hop off the stools and pad to their room to change. Amara grumbles something under her breath as she passes you, about hoping Rafe was nicer. He was not. But they didn't need to know that.

Once they depart, reality settles in. You gently pull Rafe's arm off of you and move around the island, putting some distance.

Your mind is in a deep haze. You don't know what to do. Especially with your sisters in the house, acutely aware of Rafe's presence, you can't talk to him the way you normally do. You have to keep your composure.

"What did you make them?" You ask evenly, collecting their plates off the counter, realizing their leftovers had ingredients you didn't own in the house.

"I ordered some breakfast from a local bistro."

"Oh, wow. You're spoiling them."

"At least someone in your family lets me."

You recoil at the accusation, albeit true, and drop their plates into the sink, your palms pressed against the metallic edge of the basin. You refuse to look at him, trying to gather yourself, but you can't seem to think straight.

The silence is palpable, stretching for an eternal moment neither of you made a move to clear.

That's when Rafe opens his mouth. "I feel like you're mad."

You sigh, closing your eyes for a brief second. When you turn around, your gaze connects with Rafe. He stands on the other side of the kitchen, where you left him, with an unreadable expression, trying to figure you out.

"I'm not mad," you begin, not knowing how to properly articulate your thoughts. A part of you is happy that Rafe managed to gain your sisters' approval—proving the cynic inside of you wrong and that this could work. Yet, another part of you is upset, because Rafe went above the provision you laid out in your agreement. It's all haywire. "I'm just... They think you're my boyfriend."

"Yeah."

"And we established that you weren't going to meet them."

He grimaces. "We didn't establish that. You said that."

"Yeah, because look at them," you threw a hand in their direction, where they descended down the hallway and into their bedroom, "you got their hopes up."

His jaw ticks. You weren't being fair to him. "It wasn't like I tried. They barged into your room and saw me. What the fuck could I have done?"

He's raising his voice and you're getting a headache. You know it isn't his fault, not entirely, because at the end of the day, you only have yourself to blame. You have so much to worry about: the bar, taking care of your siblings, Aaron—you shouldn't have let him stay over in the first place.

It's too messy.

"It doesn't matter now." You concede, not wanting to start an argument. "It happened. When the time comes, I'll just have to let them down easy."

His hardened expression falters and his shoulders drop. "When what time comes?" 

"Rafe." You sigh with such defeat, it doesn't even sound like you. "Be serious. You know."

Panic rises in his throat but he doesn't allow that to seep through. All he presents is his temper, an irritation that flares through his sharp features. "No, I don't."

"When we—" you gesture between the two of you, keeping your voice steady, "—break up. Finish our end of the deal."

His heart plummets and he can feel all the air leave his lungs. He hasn't even considered the possibility of this ending. Rafe knows it's pure ignorance on his end, that it makes sense to have a deadline, but the thought of not being able to see you, kiss you, fuck you anymore, tears him apart.

He hasn't thought of it. Not once. But clearly you have. And that, in itself, pisses him off. His jaw locks and his words grow mute. He doesn't even know how to respond to that.

"We don't have to think about it now." You announce, noting the change in his demeanor. You don't want to read too much into it. "But it's something I have to prepare for."

Rafe watches you, trying to fathom how you could be so cavalier about this eventuality. Does he mean so little to you? Is all the time spent together not enough? Can you truly survive the prospect of not being with him anymore? It aggravates him beyond belief how you don't seem to care.

When all you do is care. Deeply.

You know if you think about it too much, you might shatter. You know you shouldn't look for signs that aren't there, but you do anyway. You're a realist, a defeatist, and you have to take everything at face value. If you don't, you might break your own heart.

And you can't afford that.

No one will be there to pick it up.

You want to move away from this, shifting the spotlight back on your siblings. "They seem to like you, though."

Rafe swallows the bitter taste in his mouth. He recognizes your feeble attempt to change the conversation, and though he doesn't want to, he knows it's necessary for his sanity. "I hope so."

You perk up at the idea of Rafe caring about them. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He confirms with a strain through his voice. "Amara is sweet. She's easy to win over. Leilani, on the other hand, was skeptical of me. Reminds me of someone I know."

You laugh. The sound dissolves all the tension in his shoulders and pulls him off the edge. God, the control you have over him is dangerous. You could ask anything of him and he would give it to you.

If only you would.

When Rafe cuts a look to you, the serenity rippling off your features, his gaze descends down to your exposed neck, finding it empty of his necklace.

His jaw clenches again. When did you take it off? He wants to ask, the urge on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want to ruin the delicate atmosphere. 

Amara and Leilani reemerge from their bedroom, all dressed up in their uniforms. You turn away from Rafe and approach your sisters. Squatting down, you adjust the collar on Amara's polo she forgot to fold.

"Rafey." Amara sing-songs, calling out for the blond. "How do we look?"

Leilani and Mara both do a little spin in their outfits. While it's nothing new, it's just something that makes them happy because they like to pretend they’re wearing ballgowns to a gala. A genuine smile rises to his lips, dissolved of his anger.

"Like princesses."

Amara squeals in delight and Leilani grins, and you're left furrowing your brows. They're giving Rafe the same treatment as JJ and Pope and you can't help but wonder what type of interaction they shared before you came into the kitchen.

The bus honks outside. Amara and Leilani leap to their feet and bid a quick I love you to you and a farewell to Rafe.

"Bye, Rafey!" Amara beams zealously, before turning back to you, her expression shifts to a look of solemnity. "Be nice to him."

You choke on a laugh as they dash down the driveway and towards the yellow charter. Once they safety board, you turn back to Rafe with an amused smile.

"You heard what she said," Rafe teases, tipping his head to the doorway. "Be nice to me."

You return to the kitchen. "I think I'm plenty nice to you."

"Yeah?" He uses your close proximity to grab your wrist, pinning you against the island. You giggle as Rafe boxes you in, both arms on either side of your hips. You lift your gaze to meet his cerulean eyes, his pupils dilated. "Prove it."

"No."

Rafe shakes his head with an easy smile. "You're so stubborn," he groans, grabbing your waist and lifting you off the ground. You let out a small yelp, clutching onto his shoulders, just as Rafe sets you on the countertop. He leans forward. "You know I eventually fuck a yes out of you, right?"

His eyes are hungry, raking over your body, lingering over the exposed skin from the lack of coverage your clothes offer. His rough hand slides under your long tee, raising goosebumps.

"Rafe," you grab his hand before he proceeds further, "I'm still sore."

"I'll take care of you, baby."

The words lick a flame up your stomach, scaling you closer to your inhibitions, that you make a last-ditch effort at staying grounded. "I was about to make us breakfast."

He smirks. "I have something I want to eat."

"Rafe."

He echoes your name in the same tone.

Your eyes land on his, softening, willing, and you brush the pad of your thumb across his cheekbone. "Be gentle with me, okay?"

His heart floods with warmth, knowing this request is your way of letting him in. You would never say it, not explicitly, that he's becoming attuned to the subtle signs and little phrases you use to mean something else.

Rafe dips his head in submission, capturing your lips into a kiss. His hand moves between your legs to massage your thighs.

It feels so good. While you may be tender down there, Rafe has a way of making you forget all the pain. It isn't until he gets a little too close on one of your bruises that you flinch, causing him to retreat and assess his damage. "Fuck. I went hard on you, didn't I?"

You can see guilt crowding his features, his forehead creasing as he examines the discoloration. You push away his concern, running a hand down his neck, wrenching his focus back to you.

"It's okay. I wanted you to."

Rafe swallows hard and, before he gets too lost in his head, you pull him back with a kiss. His mouth is hot against yours, his hands roaming over your curves and kneading your flesh in a manner that leaves you aching. By the time his fingers skims across your panties, they're soaked.

He parts to look down at the wet patch. "No one can make you feel this good, right, baby?"

You nod at his words, chewing on your bottom lip. "Sometimes I think you're the only one who can get me this wet."

He hears it again. Him. Only him.

Possession stirs in him and he descends down your open neck, sucking hard against your sensitive skin. You know he's trying to leave marks there too, but you're too lost in your desire to care. Your nails scrape against his chest, lowering to the erection in his pants.

Rafe catches your wrist. His gaze meets yours.

"Am I about to be punished?"

"I want to make you feel good first."

Your heart swells and you smile, lowering your guards. "Okay."

Lifting your hips, Rafe pulls down your shorts and panties. He immediately moves between your legs, spreading your wet folds apart. You shudder into his light touch.

"I said gentle, not tease." You reprimand and he chuckles lowly.

"Did anyone ever tell you to be patient?"

"No, can you teach me?"

His expression blossoms into pride and he pushes your top up till your tits are fully exposed. Throwing the shirt onto the growing pile on the kitchen floor, Rafe begins to plant wet kisses down the column of your throat, to your shoulders, to the valley of your breasts before reaching your naval.

That's when he sinks to his knees, stepping between your legs and delivering sweet, agonizing kisses to the inside of your thighs while his fingers collect your arousal.

You whine under his touch, your pussy aches from the lack of stimulation. "Hurry."

He answers by gently biting and scraping his teeth against your inner thighs, causing you to grip the edge of the counter. The pleasure is explosive and unbearable.

"Rafe," you beg with a moan, feeling the tip of his fingers lightly entering your cunt before drawing back. "Please."

"I thought I'm giving you a lesson." He murmurs against your heated skin, so close to your core, he can feel your throbbing underneath. "You're not doing a very good job."

"I'll do so much better if you kiss me."

He laughs, about to pull himself up to meet your lips when your hand lands on his head and pushes him back down. "No, down there."

And he listens.

Rafe finally puts you out of your misery and flattens his tongue against your slit, adding pressure. You moan loudly, pushing yourself into his face as he shoves his slick-covered fingers into your mouth. The act surprises you.

But arouses you further.

You grab his arm, holding it in place as you take him in your mouth. Your eyes lock with his as he eats you out and you clean his fingers.

Rafe sucks on your clit as you continue to suck on his fingers, your moans muffled by his thick digits and he shoves them deeper, causing you to gag. He fucking loves that sound.

"No one is going to take care of you as well as I do," he declares into your slopping cunt, "no one."

You nod fervently, your climax reaching closer that you shut your eyes, buckling your hips. Rafe had to pull both hands back, using them to hold you down as he laps over your clit and adds more suction, before finally pushing you over the edge.

You come on his face, slumping back against the island in heavy breaths. When Rafe pushes himself to his feet, he comes forward to cup the nape of your neck and kiss you.

"Fucking mine." He murmurs against your swollen lips, tasting yourself on him. "Do you hear me?"

Rafe pulls back, his eyes locking firmly with yours, waiting for you to answer. You swallow hard, not knowing what to say, that you break the gaze to look down at his pants.

"I haven't taken care of you, yet," you whisper, reaching forward to palm him through his slacks, feeling a bit of wetness at the tent. "Did you come already?"

"No." He snaps bitterly at the accusation before his expression falters and he groans at the way you touch him. "I don't want to hurt you."

You soften at the sentiment, removing your hand to hold the side of his profile. "Rafe. I'm okay. I swear. It'll heal." You affirm, examining the way his eyes go gentle. "I want to make you feel good too."

The corner of his lips turns upwards. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nod, unzipping his pants for him. He does the rest, pulling out his swollen cock, which is leaking beads of precum.

"You gonna lay back for me, baby?" He asks thickly. He's throbbing with need and wants to be inside of you. Rafe steps between your legs, lining his tip against your entrance, readying himself to push in. Before he does, you grab his wrist.

"Wait." You stop him, reminded of something. "You have to pull out today."

His brows furrow for a moment, before recognition dawns on him. He remembers seeing the Plan B in your bathroom but he didn't realize you were running low.

"You're out?"

"I took the last one this morning." You explain. "I sometimes take two because I get nervous."

He faintly remembers the first night you stayed at Tannyhill. When you mentioned something about birth control and he brushed you off. He didn't realize he would be fucking you this much; that he would be starved of you.

Rafe likes being inside you. He likes coming in you. And he believes you like it too.

So, it was an easy decision for him.

"I'll get you birth control." He announces and, before you have the chance to object, he thrusts in you, bottoming out.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, falling back against the countertop, spreading your legs further apart to grant him closer access.

He tips his head back in a low groan, moving slow. You feel so good around him. You always do. Your pussy is wet and tight and squeezes him perfectly. He was honest about last night—he doesn't even want to think about another party, or drink, or woman when he could have this. When he could have you.

You're his vice.

"Faster." You prompt, drawing Rafe's hand to your tits to grope them. He doesn't listen at first. "Rafe, I need you to fuck me like you mean it."

Such a foul mouth. But only for him.

"You have no fucking patience," he declares, quickening his speed and squeezing your breasts. The sound of your wetness is heard through the small kitchen and the little gasps and mewls leaving your mouth attests to your satisfaction. "Can't fucking take care of you without your whining."

His words deliver an intense pulse of desire through your body and you clench around him.

"You just make me feel good," you moan, hearing his heavy breathing as he rails into you more roughly. "So fucking good."

It hurts but it doesn't. You don't voice that, afraid he's going to stop. To you, the pain easily fades into the background while pleasure replaces and courses through you.

Rafe fills you completely, playing with your nipples while hitting all the right spots. Your stomach coils back to the familiar feeling of tightness.

He feels it. He sees you. You're writhing in pleasure underneath him, crying out his name, and he can't seem to imagine another sight. It's you.

You. You. You.

"Rafe, don't stop," you moan, wrapping your legs around his torso. The possessive gesture raises a smile on his face. "God, I'm about to—"

You don't get to finish, arriving at your peak as Rafe continues further. The way your walls clench around him, adding pressure around his cock, pushes him towards his own orgasm.

You're overstimulated and heaving, but you don't let Rafe go until he comes. His incessant thrusts cause you to cry and whine, and when you feel him twitch inside of you—you know.

"Out," you're about to push him off, but he pulls out first, fisting the base of his cock as he pumps out his release. You watch as his handsome face screws up in pleasure, white rope of his cum spurts out and lands all over your chest and stomach.

When he empties himself completely, his eyes meet yours. You can't help but shed a smile, laughing.

"What?" He breathes out.

"You look so fucking hot coming on me." You announce, pulling yourself to the ledge and grabbing Rafe in for a kiss. Both of your heavy breaths collide with each other, savoring the taste of your drawn-out, tired and breathless air, but wanting nothing else.

When you pull apart, you announce you need to take another shower to clean up. You try to get off the counter yourself, but when you hop off, your legs wobble like a baby deer finding their first steps.

Naturally, Rafe picks you up and takes you to your bathroom.

He didn't help you. You didn't allow him—the act is too intimate. When you clean yourself up (again) and step back into your bedroom, you find Rafe leaning against your drawers, shaking his head at his phone.

"What?" You ask, curious, when he lifts his head up to find you in your towel. "What happened?"

He shakes his head again, snapping himself off of a trance.

"Nothin'. It's just Top." He explains, and when you tilt your head, silently asking for more information, he relents. "It's just some Kook party he's hosting tomorrow. He invited me to go."

You're pulled back to reality. Where it's no longer in the confines of your house—where you just had sex with Rafe in your kitchen island. No, you think about to your responsibilities.

You think back to yesterday. How Rafe came over, how he confessed he didn't liked parties anymore, how he fucked you. Those were the good.

But, there was also the bad. You remember how Aaron was here, how you need to pay him back in three—now, two—days, and how he's a dangerous man with real threats.

Your mind is whirling, pulling pieces, that it's all clicking together. A plan formulates in your head, something solid and achievable, but makes your blood run cold.

You pray Rafe doesn't notice the change in your demeanor, this struck of realization, that you try to push it off onto something else.

"Are you going?" You ask lightly.

"No." He says firmly, without hesitation. "I'm done with them, remember?"

You do; you just didn't realize it was so concrete. Rafe says it with this look in his eyes, something vulnerable, something more, that it makes you swallow hard.

You can't tell him what you're about to do. What you need.

You just hope you don't hurt him in the process.

★ part ten ★

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[shnarky-blogs]

Ok sick man got me acting up, so it started off as a casual day right, reader and sick man just hanging out until reader gets the genius idea to talk about his past lover(the one he had before he died) and he keeps on talking about how good they were in bed and sick man gets really jelly so he decides to punish reader :3

Apologies of the casual use of breeding kink, im just having a brain rot, pookies ヘ⁠（⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ..

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲ó𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫<33

Its has months since you two got together in a relationship, Yuushi is soso kind with you! So loving, always bringing you new clothes whenever he have extra money to buy you one, He's just the sweetest person you met and your grateful just having him.

You love him alot but sometimes.. you just love ticking him off till he's pissed.

Now currently you have your legs spread while Yuushi's cock thrust inside you, mercilessly fucking your whorish boy pussy, telling you how much of a slut you are.

"Can he even make you feel this so fucking good like what im doing to you? Fuck- you're tightening up again.. you like it, dont you?"

Yuushi spanks your ass causing you to cry and cum on his cock from just that spank.

It all started around a minute ago, You were sitting on Yuushi's lap while he played with your hair, you were getting bored and decided to play with him.

"Yuuuuusshhiii~"

"What?"

He spoke out softly, nuzzling into your neck.

"Y'know.. I've been- missing my old lover.."

You sighed trying to look sad, You just got a hum as a reply.

"His cock is so big!.. i just miss him.."

Now that snapped something inside Yuushi.

"What?"

Yuushi spoke more sternly, Grabbing your cheek forcefully.

"Are you pissing me off?.."

"W-what?.. n-no..(yes >:3)

You replied, your eyes peeking through your long bangs that cover half your face already, you could tell he was extremely pissed.

And now you found yourself on your shared futon getting pinned down by Yuushi as he thrust into your boy pussy.

"Tell me.. who's dick is bigger?"

Yuushi grunted as his tip nuzzled against your cervix causing you to whine.

"Y-yours! P-please Yuu~"

You squirm, letting out cute squeaks of pleasure.

"Please W-what?"

He growled against your ear causing your spine to shiver.

"I-im sorry Yuu.. P-please stop, c-cant take it a-anymoreee!"

You cried softly his tip kisses your cervix, while balls slap against your ass.

The sight of you was soo so cute, he just wanna knock you up! Claiming you as his while having you carry his child.

He smirked at that thought as his thrust gotten faster.

"Gonna.. b-breed this cute pussy of your, pretty boy.. you're so cute.

But i bet youd look cuter with a tummy plump with my kids, sweetheart."

Yuushi chuckled.

"Get ready because I'll be filling your holes with my cum till you get pregnant and forget about that useless shit."

[lexirosewrites]

Moviestars AU (?) steddie A/B/O

No, but like they're filming a christmas movie. Not sure abt the time period I'm thinking 90s to 2000s

A!Eddie didn't end up making it as a rock star, he ended up getting famous from comedy. He went out to LA & found himself performing stand up on the side. He worked his way through the comedy club scene around LA till he found himself in front of a bored director & then he was on a movie set as a ten line character in some buddy comedy movie. Then he found himself on another movie set, then another movie set, and then suddenly before he knew it he was considered a legitimate movie star. He played up the wannabe rock star who was too goofy persona, wore something leather at every event, got multiple piercings on both ears, doesn't hide his tattoos he even gets more as the years go by, and he now had a multitude of rings tht weren't costume jewelry.

Eddie proves himself as a srs actor by starring in a few horror movies. Even got to show off his skills on the guitar. He's made a lot of money, he bought Wayne some land with a house out in Montana, and he owns a house of his own in the Hills. When his agent A!Chrissy slides a christmas movie script his way he actually laughs. She convinces him to read the script before he thinks to reject it bc it did have to go thru her critical eye before she even brought it to him. So he gives it a read not long after chrissy leaves.

It's not what he's expecting. The movie is set entirely inside a mountain hotel at christmas (think hunting lodge aesthetics), guests & workers find themselves in the midst of a blizzard christmas eve, his character is the manager of the hotel & he largely features as the narrator of three different christmas stories happening among the other characters, till the end which is a large party for the guests & the audience learns the manager was flirting w the baker from the town who got trapped by the blizzard throughout the movie and it ends w them kissing under the mistletoe

Eddie gives it thought & ends up agreeing to the role. Chrissy gets his contract finalized, and the read throughs begin. He quickly learns its something of an ensemble cast with multiple big names playing characters featured throughout the movie, till he meets the actor playing the baker & he doesn't recognize him.

O!Steve is a movie star, of a sort. He's a hallmark darling so to speak. He's often cast in romantic straight to TV movies done on a shoe string budget, he isn't often the lead. there's a running gag tht his characters have to have a scene where he's cooking or baking. It started as coincidence but now it's become a pattern tht has turned into a larger meta inside joke. When he gets asked to act in an actual movie full of big names & big studios backing the budget he says yes simply because Hallmark wasn't in filming season quite yet.

Anyway Steve is cast as the baker trapped from leaving the hotel from the blizzard.

Read through goes well, and he ends up having good screen chemistry w Eddie. Filming has its ups and downs, but steddie end up falling in love inbtwn takes... so much so tht the morning after the wrap party they go to the nearest courthouse. The news tht they're married is supposed to b kept secret till the movie premiere, only for Eddie to reveal their relationship by accident on a morning talk show when he slips up by saying he & Steve r spending time w his Uncle Wayne for the winter holidays. The PR team is able to spin it in a way tht leads to the movie getting an even bigger box office turn out when it comes out around December 10th

Steddie don't pay this much mind by the time the movies out bc they're having Christmas at Wayne's farm & have a wrapped box for the old man filled with 3 positive pregnancy tests & an ultrasound image

HALLMARK ROMCOM ACTORS STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!

[sweetnergirl]

No bc like… just imagine plug!connie and you being his bsf sister.

“S-stoppp…CONNIE PLZZZ!!”you cried out in the most whiniest voice you’ve ever made

“Shhh, baby you non’t want you’re brother to here how much of a slut you’re being for his best friend.” He rasped in your ear as his fingers moved in and out of you as he curled them on that spot that he knows make you crumble under him. “B-b-baby plz, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that”, you said as tears that you were holding finally came sliding down the sides of your face.

“Aww you gonna cum, come on. Go ahead come for me”. Connie whispered in your ear then sat up on his hind legs and smirked(his bottom diamond grills shining) as he watched that chubby tummy of your’s that he loved so much(the reader also has a hello kitty belly piercing), quiver as he watched you fall apart. You couldn’t take it as his fingers continued to move and his thumb rubbed that swollen little nub of yours…So you tried to push is hand away by grabbing his wrist. “Nahh this what you wanted right mamas, what happen to you being all big and bad when you was teasing me wit them lil as shorts tryna show off to my friend” he stated in a firm and slightly aggressive tone while never slowing down.

Though you could only respond with a string of whiny and pornographic moans from him just playing with your pussy like it was nothing. You knew exactly what he was referring to, you didn’t know ony was going to have company over you had just woken up from a nap and taken a shower by then throwing on a plain cropped wife beater w/hello kitty shorts that you’ve had since you were nine and yea they had gotten shorter and tighter over the years… But HEY! They still fit. You walked out of your room welcomed by the strong smell of weed and the three boys in the living room smoking(Eren, Connie and ony).

While Connie’s eyes stayed on you roaming up and down your body as if he could eat you along w/the stare of Eren Yeager. “Aye y/n, look at you all grown up it’s been too long we should hang out together just like old time’s” Eren tells you while also eyeing you. “Nah she’s still annoying, the only reason she used to hang out w/ is because she would beg me to and if I say no she would be a little snitch”. Ony complains as I roll my eyes and strolled to the kitchen. “Yeah but she cool now right y/n?”Eren asked taking a puff of the jay and Turing his head to look at me in the kitchen eating a fruit roll up, “yepp I’m cool now… right Connie?” I questioned as I walked over the the side of the sofa Eren was sitting on and taking the jay from his hand then taking a puff. “Earth to con, you good bro”,ony asked while waving a hand in his face. “Yeah I’m good just, just thinking”.

As time went on me and Eren just talked while ony and con did they’re thing but even then I noticed Connie staring the whole time with dark eyes filled w/lust and irritation rolling his eyes any time i laughed at ren’s jokes or touch his arm or me showing him my fresh nail set when he asked.

By the end of the night I was high out of my mind from all the smoking and decided it was time for me to go back in my room and probably go back to sleep, which is when Connie shows up in my room during the middle of the night confronting me about whatever he called “the situation” which was just me catching up w/ an old friend. It wasn’t that big of a deal to me.

“Shut the fuck up I’m sick of hearing you mouth, matter of a fact turn that ass around im bout to tear that ass up”.

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

i agree with the whole thing about mc not needing anymore love interests. tbh i feel like diavolo should’ve been the only datable side character (and also solomon but that’s me being biased bc he charmed his way into my heart) since he’s so interested in humans so he would naturally spend more and more time w mc. simeon and barbatos had the same aura as your older brothers best friend. yes they’re charming and it’s nice to imagine a relationship w them but they’re also emotionally unavailable and just don’t seem that interested in you anyway romantically.

Honestly I don't see Diavolo as a dateable either

When they first announced the side characters becoming dateables I was so visibly excited about Diavolo being dateable that I got a couple asks about whether this meant I'd be ditching Mammon

But I don't like the way they executed it?

They kinda just sprang it at the end of s2 with 0 build up?

I mean Solomon's being showing interest in MC since S1 (though I don't really interpret that as romantic interest) that it's believable when he starts liking them?

But even mid way through S2 Diavolo had no real interest in MC other than the 'they're human gotta keep 'em safe to make sure my millenia old dream suceeds' and 'if they die lucifer is going to be big sad' kind

Okay maybe my bitterness at the execution is making me exagerate. I'm sure he cared about MC as a person and/or a friend in S2 but it's never enough to justify the sudden romantic twist at the end of s2

The focus when it came to Diavolo or Lucifer in S2 was all about their relationship with each other and MC acting as the therapist. To the point that:

a.) Lucifer (with amnesia) asked MC what he was doing talking about other men (Diavolo) the last time they were together in a romantic spot (the top of a ferris wheel)

b.) MC's gonna fucking explode and take all three worlds with them and Diavolo refuses to tell the brothers till the very end because:

I mean look, you can't suddenly claim he's in love with MC when a few lessons ago he was willing to keep the fact that MC was a ticking time bomb from people who could have helped just because he wanted to not upset Lucifer for as long as possible

Also not Diavolo fighting for his life trying to deflect Simeon's questions and Simeon basically going

Even now each time Diavolo says something romantic to MC it's like getting hit in the face because it feels like it came outta nowhere