#did i gag more than once at the options on some questions

[greywolfheirs]

I love being a fan but a canon hater. I've made a Star Wars post about this but I think I'm worse about Stranger Things. I took a Buzzfeed quiz and it asked what my favorite season was and I was like none of them??? Which one do I have the least amount of problems with you mean? And then there was a favorite relationship question and hoo boy Buzzfeed I cannot tell you how presumptuous you are asking me that

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, domestic violence, abuse, suicidal ideations, suicide attempts, accidental murder, death

gn reader

You should have never fallen in love with someone so brash, but you like seeing the good in people much to the abuse of your own. Still, rough around the edges as he was, you’d never thought he’d become such a monster.

The first time he slapped you, you were so shocked you’d ended up the one who apologized—all the way convinced you must have deserved it. And ever since then, you’ve only accumulated more bruises in areas you can’t explain.

You’re in the bathroom now. The door’s locked, but you don’t think it’ll keep him out for long.

“Open the door, babe—I didn’t mean it.”

You don’t even know if he has himself convinced of that or if he’s just saying it to soothe you. Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that your wrist and rib are broken. You’re so terrified you think you might end up dying from the fear alone, sitting in the bathtub just waiting for the inevitable.

You don’t have a phone—it was taken when an old boyfriend had texted. You’d share his from then on, he said—better that way so he can keep track of you. It’s strange, but somehow, you believed it was rather romantic. 

You were going to leave this time. It would be so simple. He was at work, and you’d just leave everything and walk right out the door. But there was an incident at the office which made him come home early only to catch you red-handed heading out the door you know you’re not supposed to open without him.

You’d been so panicked you’d tried running—but there was really no chance. His arms caught you hard, and the floor he threw you back on met you even harder—hence the snapped bones.

Still, you’d managed to scramble to the bathroom with just enough time to lock it behind you.

And now you were left all out of options.

“Open the door, we’ll talk. Maybe I misunderstood.” His voice had calmed down now. He’d been at it for a while—he sounded more airy, teetering on frantic, and it only served to scare you even more. “I know it can get pretty cramped in ‘ere all alone. Maybe you were just getting some fresh air, is all?” He left the question a couple of seconds worth of breath before sending his fist into the door. “Come on, answer me!”

You were sobbing. He might actually kill you this time. God knows you’ve thought he would other times with both his hands wrapped tight around your throat, stringing you up, making you lose voice for days.

You thought about it—the razor blades in the drawer. It seemed like the only option left. Better you than him, right? He’d make it painful. Or worse, he might not go through with it at all, and you’d be stuck living with him forever.

That really did seem worse than death, you thought, sitting on the floor while holding the shiny metal piece to your wrist. Which way was best to cut again? Right. It’ll be quick, and then it’ll be over.

You don’t even hear the door breaking down before he’s on you. You don’t even realize you’ve cut before you see the red. You don’t even know whose blood it is before he gags on it—before it splutters from his mouth upon your face and the slice on his neck splits upon and gushes out like a waterfall all over your clothes.

He drops to the floor with a heavy thud a moment later.

The blood is so warm you don’t even understand how he’s dead.

You even think about stopping the bleeding for a moment, but then it suddenly settles. And then along, shortly after, the understanding that you’d killed him.

The razor hits the bloody tiles with no sound—it’s all so thick it splats before sinking, disappearing slowly. You swallow once, but you’re throat is all but dry. Even the tears had stopped in the shock.

You spot the phone on the floor, having slid from his pocket—moments away from drowning in the blood that seems to just continue seeping and spreading forever. Something within you grabs it before it can.

“Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?”

“Hi! Uhm… I’ve just killed my boyfriend.”

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[hwangism143]

love is embarrassing

synopsis: in which chan shows you that love is so much more than what you believe.

pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: jealousy, mentions of eating and rain, suggestive if you squint, small injuries, death of a pet

word count: 852 words

now playing: love is embarrassing - olivia rodrigo

requested: by @15092000volcano (have your own requests? find the prompt list here)

a/n: berry is very much alive, i just had to kill her off for plot purposes (pls don't kill me). also, lmk what you think of this fic!

"my god, love's embarrassing as hell"

You always believed the endeavor of love to be pointless. You had read the classics and watched the movies, distrust seeping into your being. How could love be worth it? How could love be worth death and sacrifice; how could it be worth endless pain and optionally putting oneself through torture?

It wasn't like love was helping pay the bills. Romeo and Juliet wasn't a tragedy due to romance in your eyes, it was a tragedy brought forth by lack of common sense, as simple as that.

That was when a young, elementary school you had finally come up with a hypothesis that would stick around with you longer than you anticipated: love is embarrassing.

And yet, you can never prove a hypothesis without putting it through a test. When you finally did, you realized that love is a startling multitude of other things.

Love is temperamental, like your mood the day you walked out of the movie after yet another rom com your friend had dragged you to watch. It's temperance mimicked that of the weather, rain beating down against the windows of the café that you were stuck in, where a handsome stranger was your lone companion.

"Hi," he said sweetly, "I'm Chan. Need some company?"

Love was ugly, like your tears that flowed down your cheeks and dampened Chan's favorite black hoodie (which you never understood the differentiation behind, a majority of his articles being black). It was ugly like the sweaters Chan had brought your first Christmas together, the same ones you wore when he purposefully dangled a mistletoe over where the two of you stood.

"Where did you even find mistletoe?" you questioned with a laugh.

"I have my sources. Stick around with me long enough and I'll promise to tell you." His lips were soon on yours, sealing the deal.

Love was disgusting, your siblings pretending to gag whenever Chan ran to you and scooped you up from behind, causing an eruption of giggles to emerge from your mouth. It was almost as disgusting as the ramen you once made, giving both of you food poisoning that was no less then unfound agony.

"There is no one else I would rather be vomiting with," Chan declared boldly, as he held your hair while you heaved the contents of your stomach onto the toilet.

Love was green, the way Chan felt after he watched you hit it off with Jisung and Changbin when he invited you to the studio, nearly forgetting about him. It's green like the lettuce you picked when you both went to the grocery store right after, deciding to confront his despaired pout.

"You're jealous."

"Am not!"

"You are jealous, and may I add, you're a terrible liar."

But love was so many things coated in happiness too, right? It wasn't just the bad parts, skipped over in the dictionary and considered as profanity. It was words that made you feel like your were flying in an abyss of harmony.

Love was soft, the way Chan's apologies sounded after an argument, always apologizing first instead of chastising you for your headstrong personality. It smoothed out rough edges, the way you ran your hair through Chan's hair while he fell asleep on your shoulder.

"I love you more than you ever know," he would mumble sleepily into your neck.

Love is healing, the way Chan was when you held him as he grieved over the loss of his childhood pet but slowly picked up the pieces of himself. The small cuts and bruises that you would get from simply doing nothing and the gentle press of a band aid against your skin and Chan tended to you almost instantaneously.

"It's just a tiny cut Chan," you whined.

"Aw come on, let me pamper you," he replied.

Love is comforting, like Chan's sweaters that you wore when you stepped out of the house, his essence melting into yours. It's comfort wove into the silence that hung around you both, never awkward or unwelcoming.

"Is it weird that my favorite sound is you, even when you're quiet?" Chan asked curiously.

"Never," you told him with a laugh.

Love was passionate, the way Chan felt about music and you felt about him. The same passion translated into wandering hands and soft gasps, stolen kisses and rumpled sheets.

"Thank you for loving me," you confessed as his limbs were tangled with yours.

"Thank you for letting me love you," he replied as easily as possible.

Love to you, was an anomaly. But loving Chan and being loved by him showed you that it was the most vivid, chaotic and marvelous tapestry that one could witness in their lifetime. Love was ugly, love was beautiful. Love was disgusting, love was comforting.

Love was damning. Love was everything.

However, you knew one fact about your love that would never change, despite how multifaceted it could be. That one fact was as sure as Chan's encouraging smiles that he sent your way and as steady as his breathing when he laid beside you at night.

Your love would always belong to him.

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[carpe-mamilia]

Ghosts’ Larry Rickard Explains Why They Chose the Captain’s First Name

Photo: Monumental,Guido Mandozzi

It couldn’t be a joke. That was one rule laid down by the Ghosts creators when it came to choosing a first name for Willbond’s character. Until series five, the WWII ghost had been known only as The Captain – a mystery seized upon by fans of the show.

“It was the question we got asked more than anything. His name,” actor and writer Larry Rickard tells Den of Geek. “Once we got to series three, you could see that we were deliberately cutting away and deliberately avoiding it. We were fuelling the fire because we knew at some point we’d tell them.”

In “Carpe Diem”, the episode written by Rickard and Ben Willbond that finally reveals The Captain’s death story, they did tell us. After years of guessing, clue-spotting and debate, Ghosts revealed that The Captain’s first name is James. At the same time, we also learned that James’ colleague Lieutenant Havers’ first name was Anthony.

The ordinariness of those two names, says Rickard, is the point.

“The only thing we were really clear about is that we didn’t want one of those names that only exists in tellyland. It shouldn’t be ‘Cormoran’ or ‘Endeavour’. They should just be some men’s names and they’re important to them. The point was that they were everyday.”

Choosing first names for The Captain and Havers was a long process not unlike naming a baby, Rickard agrees. “It almost comes down to looking at the faces of the characters and saying, what’s right?”

“We talked for ages. For a long time I kept thinking ‘Duncan and James’, and then I was like ah no! That would have turned it into a gag and been awful!” Inescapably in the minds of a certain generation, Duncan James is a member of noughties boyband Blue. “Maybe with Anthony I was thinking of Anthony Costa!” Rickard says in mock horror, referencing another member of the band.

Lieutenant Havers wasn’t just The Captain’s second in command while stationed at Button House; he was also the man James loved. Because homosexuality was criminalised in England during James’ lifetime, he was forced to hide his feelings for Anthony from society, and to some extent even from himself.

In “Carpe Diem”, the ghosts (mistakenly) prepare for the last day of their afterlives, prompting The Captain to finally tell his story. Though not explicit about his sexual identity, the others understand and accept what he tells them – and led by Lady Button, all agree that he’s a brave man.

Getting the balance right of what The Captain does and doesn’t say was key to the episode. “It wasn’t just a personal choice of his to go ‘I’m going to remain in the closet’,” explains Rickard. “There wasn’t an option there to explore the things that either of them felt. That couldn’t be done back then – there are so many stories which have come out since the War about the dangers of doing that.

“We wanted to tell his personal story but also try to ensure that there was a level at which you understood why they couldn’t be open, that even in this moment where he’s finally telling the other ghosts his story, he never comes out and says it overtly because that would be too much for him as a character from that time.

“He says enough for them to know, and enough for him to feel unburdened but it’s in the fact that they’re using their first names which militarily they would never have done, and in the literal passing of the baton”.

The baton is a bonus reveal when fans learned that The Captain’s military stick wasn’t a memento of his career, but of Havers. As James suffers a fatal heart attack during a VE day celebration at Button House, Anthony rushes to his side and the stick passes from one to the other as they share a moment of tragic understanding.

“From really early on, we had the idea that anything you’re holding [when you die] stays with you. So it wasn’t just your clothes you were wearing, we had the stuff with Thomas’ letter reappearing in his pocket and so on. And the assumption being that it was something The Captain couldn’t put down, it felt so nice to be able to say it was something he didn’t want to put down.”

Rickard lists “Carpe Diem”, co-written with Ben Willbond, among his series five highlights. He’s pleased with the end result, praises Willbond’s performance, and loved being on set to see Button House dressed for the 1940s. He’s particularly pleased that a checklist of moments they wanted to land with the audience all managed to be included. “Normally something’s fallen by the wayside just because of the way TV’s made, it’s always imperfect or it’s slightly rushed, but it feels like it’s all there.”

Rickard and Willbond also knew by this point in the show’s lifetime, that they could trust Ghosts fans to pick up on small details. “Nothing is missed,” he says. “Early on, you’re always thinking, is that going to get across? But once we got to series five, there are little tiny things within corners of shots and you know that’s going to be spotted. Particularly in that very short exchange between Havers and the Captain. We worried less about the minutiae of it because you go, that’s going to be rewound and rewatched, nothing will be missed.”

The team were also grateful they’d resisted the temptation to tell The Captain’s story sooner. “We’d talked about it every series since series two, whether or not now was the time, but because he’s such a hard and starchy character in a lot of ways you needed the time to understand his softer side I think before you had that final honest beat from him.”

“What a ridiculously normal name to have so much weight put on it for five years,” laughs Rickard fondly. “Good old James.”

From Den of Geek

[atiny-desire]

Warning Sign

Pairing: Yandere! San x Reader

Summary: San has to punish you once again.

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: I'm in no way condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting this kind of behavior. This is not supposed to represent San in any way.

Warning: Yandere behavior, manipulation, abusive relationship, kidnapping, blood, murder, gore

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"Why are you hiding sweetheart?" His voice dripping with false sweetness rang through your shared bedroom. What a stupid question, he knew why. "Where are you?~" He also knew where you were. The closet was your only hiding option, but he liked playing with you. He knew that you were watching him through the small slits of the closet door, carefully observing his every move.

San finally settled down at the edge of the bed, after he paced around the room, pretending to search for you. He was directly facing the closet now. One corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk as he leaned back on both of his hands. His head cocked to the side when he said, "Do I really have to count to three?" A few strands of his black hair fell into his eyes with the movement of his head.

In your eyes, he looked like the devil himself. However, he was good at hiding who he truly was. You would have never guessed that he could be so cruel when you first met him. You were, just like everyone else, blinded by his beauty, his charming and funny attitude, the soft look in his eyes, and the cute dimples that showed on both of his cheeks whenever he smiled. It was a painful awakening when you had to find out that this was all a facade to hide how truly rotten he was on the inside.

He sighed after there was still no sign of you showing yourself. San didn't want to force you to come to him, he preferred it when you came to him on your own accord. "We have a visitor are you going to let him wait?" You felt your stomach drop. You heard this before, it was the very first time he killed someone in front of you. The vivid memories flooded your brain against your will, you tried your best to push them away but your helpless attempt was useless. It was as if those memories were tattooed inside your brain, unable to fade away as long as you lived.

You could still feel the sensation of fear, his crushing presence behind you, his hand caressing your cheek, and his warm breath by your ear as he talked to you. "Was it worth it?" He asked while both of you stared at what was in front of you.

A man, strapped to a chair and gagged. His eyes were wide and panicked, silently begging San to spare his life but San's attention was more on you than on him. "Take a look at what you did. Was it worth it?"

You didn't know what San was talking about but you did recognize the man. Earlier that day, you and San went out for a walk, at some point you decided to take a break and San went to get something to drink. This man approached you while he was away and asked you for directions to the cinema. He was gone before San came back but you could tell by the change in his mood that he had seen you talking to another man.

"Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything!"

You heard how San scoffed behind you. "Of course, you didn't, you never do anything wrong, right?" He circled around you to stand in front of you, his brows were furrowed and anger sparked in his dark eyes. "It's always everyone else's fault, isn't it."

"But not this time." His hand was wrapped around your neck before you could try to defend yourself. "You'll take responsibility for your actions!" He tightened his grip around your throat, and a small smirk crept on his lips as he heard you gasp for air. Your hands were trying to pry his from your throat but it was impossible, tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes, from both, the lack of oxygen and the realization that he could just take your life right now if he wanted to.

"I... didn't do anything!" You managed to get a few words out while still struggling to breathe. Most of it was incomprehensible but San didn't need to understand all of it to know what you were trying to say.

He scoffed and lowered the pressure on your neck a bit, despite your belief he didn't want to kill you, he just wanted to intimidate you, show you that your life was his, and he decided if you got to live or not. "Oh yeah? But I saw you talking to him after I told you multiple times not to talk to other men."

San let out a sigh and removed his hand from you. "Just so you know, I don't want to do this but you leave me no other choice." He turned around to look at the restrained man, who immediately started tugging on his restraints.

Everything after that felt like it was done in slow motion. San had raised a knife, which you didn't even notice earlier, to the man's throat, and for a split second did you start to doubt yourself. Was it really your fault? Maybe you could have prevented this.

"One." Just in time, before you could think about the most traumatic event of your life, you heard San's voice.

There was no point in dragging this out any longer. You slowly opened the closet door, just to be greeted by the smug smirk of your so called boyfriend. "Come here." You obeyed, like always. San knew he had a reason why he chose you, you were just so... easy to control. He liked that. He liked being in control.

You came to a halt in front of him but the distance between you was too big for San. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, so you had to stand between his legs. "I'm sure you know who it is, right?" He waited a bit to see if you had something to say before he continued, "And I'm sure you also know why I have to do this."

The silence after that was deafening, the atmosphere was thick, weighing down on you as if someone was trying to push you down. You wanted to give in, lie down, close your eyes, and open them again to find out that you were just dreaming. You never met San. Your friends, which you had driven away under San's influence, were still there. "Come on say something. I want to hear your pretty voice." His voice again, mockingly reminding you that this was in fact not a dream.

'This was your own fault', San told you this on a daily basis and you started to believe him. After all, you were the one who quit your job, you were the one who cut contact with your family and you were the one to drive your friends away from you. San was the only thing left in your life, without him you would be nothing. "I love you."

San smiled, showing off his white teeth and the dimples on his cheeks. "Of course you do." He didn't say that he loved you too. He stood up and forced you a few steps backward to make room for him. "But that doesn't save you from being punished."

He lifted his hands from your hips to your face, they were warm almost hot against your skin. San gave you a quick kiss before he said, "Now let's go to the living room."

You nodded, you had no choice but to follow him. The sight in your living room was dreadful, a man was strapped to a chair, his eyes were wide and panicked. Just like the first time. San made you stand in front of him, he himself moved to the man's side with a knife firm in his grasp. "Now be good sweetheart.~ Don't look away, or we'll have to repeat this!"

Your memories and reality began to overlap. It was exactly the same as the first time. San moved the knife to his victim's throat and with a quick motion, it was done. Blood streamed from the gash and the man started to gargle and choke on his own blood. Those noises sometimes followed you into your dreams too. It felt like an eternity until he finally stopped breathing. The blood was pooling beneath him on the laminated floor.

"I hope you learned your lesson now." San stepped between you and the dead man. He blocked your view but he couldn't block those images in your head, of the men who stared at you as they were dying, begging for your help with just their eyes.

You nodded again. "I did."

"Good." His hand found its way to your cheek again. The blood that stained his hand was now smeared on your face too, you wanted to move away from his touch but you didn't dare to do it.

"I love you, San."

San's handsome face was once again lit up by one of his devilish smiles. "I know."

[adenes-archive]

Warden!Sukuna x Inmate!Reader

Warnings: suicide mentioned (wasnt done), degrading, throat fucking, face slapping, and spitting (ONCE)

wc: 773

Notes: probs pt 1

Lets start off with the basics

You were in jail for something petty…almost

Petty being attempted murder

It didn’t matter, you acted out of self defense but everything was just against you that day

The jury was split and jail was bestowed upon you by some scrawny man who didn’t like how you glared at the man you almost killed…pussy

Jail was hell. It was smelly and 100% not your cup of tea

Fights every other hour, one pair of underwear, less than 10 minutes in a shower, it was everything you didn’t want or need in life

The only thing keeping you going was the warden

Suicide was an option during your first 2 weeks but the wardens visit is what deterred you away from any thoughts

He was tall, had pink hair, gorgeous tattoos, and just mouth watering to put it plain and simple

Basically almost every females wet dream

“Alright ladies you know what time it is,” His booming voice echoed through the cell block

This happened every 2 weeks, the warden checking your cell

Sukuna’s power in general was feared

The amount of power he radiated was overwhelming to say the least

You always found yourself with problems

Girls starting fights with you, hiding contraband in your room the whole 9 yards

You weren’t top in your cell block, however, you could very well easily take that spot

This time you were in the clear (or so you thought) you luckily haven't had a cellmate in a few months

“Congratulations y/n, nothing this time,” Sukuna whispered in your ear. He smirked at your face and rubbed something in his pocket

Your heart instantly dropped to your ass

thanking whatever god that was above. he found something but wasn’t holding you accountable…yet

He finished his search and left, a few girls were taken to solitary confinement

Soon enough you did find yourself in a fight, not swinging first aided you for once and you both were instantly brought to Sukuna’s office

“Couldn’t even wait for me to be settled in could you two?”

Your eyes were set on the floor, the girl next to you already allowing her mouth to run

Sukuna ordered her out immediately, sending her to solitary confinement

You however remained silent completely missing the questions and directions you were given

“I said, who the fuck put a shiv in your fuckin’ room?”

You were stunned but kept quiet

The world had always been against you, and the deep timbre of his voice and the small bit of anger laced in it made your thighs clench shamefully

“You never learn do you”

Next thing you know you’re in solitary confinement, on your knees with your mouth wide open to accommodate Sukunas thick and lengthy cock

Your eyes were glassy and tears were streaming down your face while you let the warden abuse your tight throat

His thrusts were sharp, not allowing any air to come through your mouth or nose for that matter

“Fuck your throat’s the best,” he rasped. “Thats fuckin’ right suck my fuckin cock you slut.”

He pulled you back and grinned devilishly down at you. You followed his cock eager to have it abusing your throat once more only to hear him laugh and slap your face

“You’re a filthy cock drunk whore aren’t you,” Sukuna asked. You whined and opened your mouth.

“Please sir, use me, fuck…please,” you cried.

He wasted no time with picking you up and forcing your head over the edge of the bed, giving him leverage to see his cock bulge deep in your throat

He couldnt resist putting his hand on your throat and stroking it opposite of his thrusts making him groan out, “Fuck, yes. God fuckin’ damn, take my nut you nasty slut.” he hunched forward and jackhammered into your throat, his hand tight on your neck while his balls were slapping your nose giving you the delicious lightheaded feeling

Feeling his cock go deeper in your throat made his head spin, you gagged at the perfect time, practically ripping his orgasm from him, “fuckin’ take it. Good. Fucking. Girl.” he accentuated his final spurts of delicious cum with rough thrusts

He pulled himself out and grinned at the mess of saliva across your face

“Open.” you obeyed and opened your mouth, earning a glob of spit on which you swallowed “good girl.” with a slap to your cheek he tucked his cock into his work pants

“Bad girls get reprimanded, if i have to I’ll put you in here time and time again until you act straight, you got that?”

You nodded your head with a dumb smile and watched as he retreated from the room, a small pep in his step.

lol

part 2

[ogzieoggleton]

how do you think garmadon would react if he found out that mystaké survived??

andd random bonus: how do you think garmadon would react if when he finds lloyd after the merge???

and yet another random bonus: if garmadon had to get urgent medical care, would he go to a doctor, a vet, or a secret third option?? and if he did, what would his reaction be??

In my Au Garmadon eats the corpse of Mystake (which was actually a fake in some magical way, please don't ask me how), and so was tormented by their face for a while as they were basically his mother. But then he finds them alive and calm, not an ounce of anger in their face depaite everything. While he sits in a bitter shame and embarrassment for his actions, she merely asks him what he did with the body..

"I... ate it." Was all he could mumble, not gaining much from the older oni who stared down at their tea in silence, their face overcast with the shadows of their hat in the evening sun. "Did you now? Well, young Garmadon.. what about my head?" It didn't sound like much if a question but more like a test as Garmadon recalled back to the scene like it was that of a horror movie; one he had forced himself to be the monster off.

Garmadon looked down at the corpse with a sudden shame overcrowding his mind, a deeply rooted and mocking self hatred ran down his spine as he chastised himself for such a foolish action; they could have helped stop the oni and he killed them.. but they had sided with the resistance.. With a shake of his head, Garmadon knelt upon his knees besides the body before ripping a chunk of their flesh out from their skin.

He froze. he watched blood drip from the tainted meat.

And in one bite, a piece of Mystake was gone.

Peice by peice he consumed her flesh, gagging as bits of it stayed firm in his mouth. A bad meal. But a meal.

He started back up at the ancient being who drank their tea contemplatively. "I burned it." He said a little louder than before, putting her question to rest.. A grin lit up their face as they looked up from their tea. "Good."

It is easy to say that I imagine he'd be ashamed, especially considering he could have done with her help on multiple occasions, including personal matters.

Anyway, medical care? Secret their option. Wither his Mama Mystake, two moon tea (despite the fact it does little to cure his ills) or his brother. Hell, he'd beg misako for her help if he had no choice (she'd say yes out of pity and because "ow that was once my husband. Too bad he's a monster. Guess I can help him, and maybe he'll carry the lesson forward. ")

Sorry it took me so long - I forgot about my drafts. I would like to answer the other 1 including Lloyd in a separate post, so I tag you in that >:D

[wisteriasymphony]

WIP WTHURSDAY - snagging from @bittersweetresilience because i want to join in on the fun too :33

Context: This is for a later chapter in The Warm Embrace of Shadow. To anybody not familiar with the AU, I apologize for the psychic damage incurred by Kagami being Like That. She's just a girl it's not her fault

The tea table was long enough that either of them would have to shout to be heard, meaning that any real and fruitful conversation was out of the question. While the binds around its wrists and ankles kept Adrien mostly restrained to his chair, there was enough slack in them to barely lift himself off and look over the assortment of tea cakes and towers of sweets over to Kagami, who was taking a sip of earl grey. Adrien's eyes went back on the deserts. If his previous experiences gave any indication, only ten percent (at best) would be eaten with the remaining ninety percent being tossed into the garbage. There was no telling what did or did not have chocolate in it, either, so any bite of the sugary stuff could trigger his gag reflex. Starving was clearly his only option here. “Good afternoon,” Kagami finally spoke, officially beginning the whole charade. She moved stiffly, rehearsedly, as if her chains were even shorter than Adrien’s own. “Your face has changed once more, I see. I understand it now. You are incomplete without your misery, so you must make it visible.” Adrien clicked his tongue, sneering “The story is that I broke my nose from falling down the stairs.” Kagami hummed in response. “What are lives if not a collection of stories?” He couldn’t tell if that was meant to be sympathetic or mocking. Not to mention how ridiculously trite it sounded. Adrien flicked his wrist—the chain snapped back and forth along with the movement, and yet it did not break. It was tempting to Cataclysm his restraints just to free himself, but Adrien was hoping that he would give Kagami reasons to hate him without having to rely on revealing himself as Chat Noir. After all, if Chat was still alive, it was only a matter of time before Ladybug tried to actually kill him. Adrien had every reason to believe she’d succeed in that, and while death was tempting, another meeting with that tyrant was not.  Speaking of omnipresent tyranny… "In our brief departures from one another, there was ample opportunity to reconvene with my mother, as you so... harshly requested," Kagami spoke, in that voice she always put on. "May it come to your attention that what it set in stone cannot be easily undone, not when the stonecarver refuses to put down the chisel." Adrien merely rolled his eyes, his chains clinking some more as he reluctantly went to pour himself a cup of his own tea. "Is your chair bolted to the floor too, Kagami?" was all he asked. Kagami's initial silence made it clear that, out of anything he could've said, he wasn't supposed to ask that.  "...A flea in a lidless jar will only jump to the height of the lip and no further. Such lids are only closed when the flea is not properly trained." "Just bring your chair closer, I don't want to have to yell over to you." Kagami stopped again. "...No."

No pressure towards anyone tagged! (And sorry to anybody if I retagged lol) @silliersiluriforme @isabugs @bakawitch @official-vampire-business :3

[timaeusterrored]

(Sick Again)

There were things Kerry never wanted to hear or see again. Things that made his heart race and his skin crawl with anxiety, that made him feel like his world was falling around him.

On that list was something he was listening too now, V coughing.

His body froze, blood going cold as he listened. For a split second, he didn’t know what to do or think. He thought this was over, that V was better. Vik said the coughing thing was over, that V was getting better.

Kerry heard V groan from upstairs and hauled it to the bathroom, his heart racing. Then it sank into his stomach.

Vax was hunched over the sink, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed. His knuckles white as he held himself up, spitting another glob into the sink. He was pale, sweat shining on his forehead, his legs seconds away from giving out.

In that moment, they were three years in the past. Vax barely clinging on to life, trying to find a cure while seeking comfort and love from Kerry. Trying to hide himself in the bathroom in the mornings, trying to ease Kerry’s anxiety with smiles and kisses that tasted like Johnny’s cigarettes and copper.

V gagged into the sink, his knees buckled. Kerry didn’t think twice and grabbed him. The coughs wracked through Vax’s body, violent and sending Kerry back three years.

He had to drag Vax to the toilet, where he promptly threw up. Kerry rubbed his back, reminding him to try and breathe. V looked so fragile and pale, panting once he was done.

Kerry sat in silence, his blood ran cold. He found himself praying to whoever that would listen to not take V from him, not again. He couldn’t lose him again.

Vax leaned back against his chest, taking deep breaths. He looked exhausted, like he had been going at this for a while. Kerry didn’t even want to look in the sink at that point, he didn’t want to know, but at the same time he did. He needed to know, and then go and choke out whatever Arasaka doctor that ‘cured’ V if he was doing this three years later. Kerry still had some burning rage in him from that, he could make some Arasaka assholes wish they had never even met V.

“We need to call Vik-“

“No we don’t.” Vax didn’t even let him finish, holding Kerry’s hand against his heart. “We don’t need to call anyone, I’m fine.”

Kerry loved his husband. Vax was his soulmate and his whole world… but goddamnit he’d love nothing more than to knock some sense into him once in a while. He was so scared of freaking people out again he had begun to just suffer in silence.

It made Kerry question how long this had actually been going on…

“We need to call someone.”

“No.”

“Vax. Either I call Vik or I call Judy. And Judy can call Vik. But he’s being called regardless of how I get you to agree.” Bringing Judy into arguments was a bad move, but Vax couldn’t verbally fight them both so this was his best option.

Before Vax could answer, he launched up into the toilet, gripping the sides. His body shook, coughing and gagging. Kerry had to look away, but rubbed his back and talked him through it before he could rest again.

When Vax fell asleep in the bathroom floor after Kerry got him water and a cold rag, the rocker called Vik. What? Did you expect him not too? Hell no, he had to call someone.

Vik was there by the time V woke up, the Fixer livid once he realized who was in his house. Stated he was fine, that there was no reason to call Vik, no reason for alarm. But neither father or husband was having any of it.

Vax was sick, he always would be. Not even the greatest doctors could ever truly fix what the relic did to him, both mentally and physically. His body was worn, in desperate need for rest that V wasn’t giving it. And Kerry knew it would only get worse before it got better.

[lemmetreatya]

It Was An Accident!!! — Zeke x Eren x Jean x fem!Reader

synopsis: jean is dead, zeke killed him and eren doesn’t care about any of it. how on earth did you get wound up into any of this?!

content: modern au, afab!reader, slight crack, fem! masturbation WARNING — dark themes, mention and depiction of murder & death

please. there is absolutely no part 2 for this. there will never be a continuation. i have abandoned this work and given it up to god but i just neeeeded to share it since im in a zeke brainrot rn

Mornings like these were always horrible.

Nothing to do with the blazing hangover headaches or the overbearing feeling of guilt — you’ve long developed immunity to those leverages bumming your mood.

No, mornings like these were horrible because of who you shared them with.

“Stop staring at me.”

You blink rapidly at the sudden deep grumble of Zeke’s voice in front to you.

Naturally your first reaction is to coo because the blonde whispers of hair that crown his face and the squish of his cheek onto the blanket almost make you snort with laughter. But only almost, because there was nothing funny, or amusing or even endearing about waking up next to this monster of a man.

“I’m not staring at you.” You mumble, hardly embarrassed from being caught.

You avert your eyes away from the man although your cheeks stay flushed against the pillow.

Zeke still doesn’t open his eyes but you can see the tort of his eyebrows slightly crease. His expressions seemed so much more expressive when he didn’t have his glasses to cover them.

“Yes, you are. I can literally feel your evil eyes on me. It’s the sole reason why I woke up.”

Zeke’s morning voice is low but in some places it’s whiney. He’s only ever this whiney in front of you.

Briefly closing your eyes, you don’t even think to retort back with the expected ‘I’m not evil’ cry. At this point, you don’t even think you could deny his claim. In a sense he was right.

Besides, being defensive around Zeke wasn’t an option nowadays, especially not when he knew so intricately in how to annoy you.

Instead, you decide to question him.

“How are you always this much of a pain this early into the morning?”

Opening your eyes again, your met to see that Zeke also has his open but they’re not looking at you. They’re squinted, still getting adjusted to the morning light. But despite that, Zeke still finds away — even in the delirious state of just waking up — to barter off of you.

“Being a pain is my coffee. My caffeine. Being a hater fuels everything about me.”

Zeke’s words are followed with an unapologetic yawn. As the man’s hot breath breathes into your face, you turn away. You make a gagging sound as your hand plugs at your nose.

“Fuck, man. Please don’t do that shit right in my face! Like go brush your teeth or something.”

Zeke doesn’t say anything in reply but you do hear him dryly snicker. His reaction rises a shallow simmer of anger inside of you and so you kick his shin underneath the covers. The laughter ceases.

“Next time, share a bed with Eren.” You grumble as you fling the duvet cover off of you and slide out of bed.

You can’t see his reaction but you know Zeke’s got something witty to say; he’s always got something witty to say.

“What, and leave you by yourself with Jean?”

You shrug as you scratch at your ass, already trudging to the en-suite bathroom.

“I don’t think I’d mind.” You spit. “I’d rather share a bed with a corpse than with you.”

Breakfast was mostly quiet, bar for the loud chomping of Eren chowing down his food. Sometimes you wonder whether he was the one raised without both his parents as opposed to Zeke.

The hotel was serving a continental breakfast and so Zeke thought the least he could do was ‘pay’ for everyone to eat. After the night you’ve all had, it was definitely needed. You believe the gesture was kind and was even about to thank Zeke for the thoughtfulness. However, once you realised you were already entitled to the food since you’d already paid for the second hotel room, you ceased your tongue.

“You know,” Eren waves his fork in your direction, his mouth still full of food. “This shit ain’t even real egg. It’s just yellow muck in a packet that they add water to.”

There’s a part of you that wants to ignore him, brush him off and continue to pick at your own food but in all honesty you were scared of the brunette Jaeger. Both brothers were sick in the head but Eren was on a different level of unhinged.

You didn’t even want to fathom what he’d do to you if you pissed him off in the slightest.

“Oh, really?” You plainly muse.

You take a bite out of your food to keep your mouth busy. Maybe if you showed signs of oral occupation, he’d eventually leave you alone.

“Yeah. Real gruesome stuff when you look into it but I honestly don’t think it matters. I say if it taste good, then I’m eating it! Don’t worry or care about where its come from or where its been.”

Eren gives you a suggestive look as he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction. You don’t even linger or question what innuendo he was suggesting but either way you were put off. Part of you wants to throw up the little of what you have in your stomach but you know that wasn’t the best case scenario for anyone.

Luckily, Erens interested in his Fake Eggs again and so he takes a hasty scoop of the food before cramming it into his mouth. You’d think he hadn’t eaten for days.

“Okay, so this is how it’s gonna go.”

Zeke turns his iPad towards the two of you. He’s been drawing and tapping and scrolling at it all breakfast.

“All we gotta do is frame Jean’s death as an accident. I’ve done a bit of research and we can easily propose it as if he’d just been a bit too silly and girlbossed too close to the sun. If we really back trace our steps, we can cover shit up and make us look like the victims.”

Zeke pushes the device to your direction before sitting back and folding his arms.

“I honestly think it’s a master plan.”

Both you and Eren lean in at the same time to witness an opened Procreate file that had scribbles and illustrations of Zeke’s supposed mind-blowing plan on.

Part of you feels that whatevers happening here is doomed because who the fuck even uses an art creating app to create a master plan of how to frame a murder? But then the other half of you just didn’t care. You’d gone beyond worrying about these type of things.

As Eren’s eyes glance over the page, his face suddenly breaks into a looped smile.

“Heck yeah, I get to play the mourning boyfriend? Sweet.”

At first you didn’t know how to react because maybe Eren was joking about being assigned a real role for the plan, but it’s when you saw how sparkly his eyes looked that you knew he was serious.

With a sigh, you give the Jaeger a pitiful look.

“Eren, you already are the mourning boyfriend.”

Seeing Eren’s emerald eyes peer through the side of his hair at you and you momentarily fear for your safety, fearing his reaction. But once he swoops the dangling piece behind his ear and shrugs, your defenses are slightly lowered.

“Yeah, but now I get to play the part. It gives me a reason to actually be sad about what happened. Surprisingly, I don’t feel anything right now.”

Slightly unnerving but you don’t dispute it.

The things that pissed Eren off weren’t simple — the brunette found it easy to be erratic about the smallest of things. But god forbid he feel an ounce of something for the death of his late boyfriend at the hands of his half brother.

You then figure Zeke probably allocated Eren that role just to make him feel included because in all reality, what good was the brunette for if not fucking up a role that didn’t make sense to him?

Looking back to the iPad, your eyes glide over the plan.

Not like you’d know whether things would work or not but Zeke had a cool nick for being able to calculate situations and their outcomes. Sometimes you think to commend him for his efforts because if it’s one thing about him? It’s that he’ll always get the three of you out whatever mud you’re currently in.

But then, he does something stupendously idiotic that absolutely grinds your gears, and makes you wish nothing but death and malice upon his life.

“Wait, why do I have to be betrothed to you again? What the fuck?”

Zekes in the midst of having a coffee mug against his lips, and he makes a hum at your words, as if you asked a insightful question during a seminar.

Lowering it, he ponders upwards before replying smoothly.

“To make it more plausible.”

“Bullshit.” You snap.

Zeke raises his shoulders but in a questioning stance. The look on his face makes you feel imbecilic, like you don’t know what you’re playing at, but you know Zeke well enough to know it was most likely a ruse.

“What else do you suggest? That you’re just gonna play the loner who decided to tag along? That suspiciously has connections to no one but the dead guy in the bathtub?”

“I don’t have connections to him!” You hiss.

Zeke raises his eyes at you and your next words are fumbled.

“He just…happens to think I’m his office competition! Eren has more connection to him than I do. His dick has literally been up his ass!”

“Believe it or not, it was always the other way round.” Eren chirps.

“Come on, be real for once. We’ve done this way too many times for you to have a problem with the arrangements.” Zeke takes a nonchalant sip at his coffee. “Is it because you’re still angry about this morning?”

Something inside you clicks.

Because why does Zeke always reduce your emotions to petty experience? If he truly believes that you’re angry simply because of a sleeping arrangement or because of how annoying he is or because of morning breath — then how lowly did he view you?

With a sarcastic huff of amusement, you look upwards at the ceiling before rounding down to watch Zeke in his face.

“Is that what you think this is about? About silly morning pillow talk?”

Zeke doesn’t look bothered nor gives an answer but he’s definitely listening. Eren only continues scoffing his face with food as his eyes dart between you both.

“It’s never about ‘this morning’, Zeke. It’s about every time that you call me out for ‘quick drinks’ or ‘a friendly catch up’ that we always seem to end up with a dead body on our hands. And now, you’ve gone and done it, because you’ve gotten Eren’s boyfriend involved.”

Eren raises his fork in thought, his face showing clear signs of nostalgia.

“We never really liked to use the label boyfriend. We liked Evergreen Other more — gave it more meaning, you know?”

Zeke slightly snorts, because he always finds shit funny, but there’s a switch in you that’s jammed and won’t allow you to turn off how his reaction digs at you.

Scraping your chair backwards, you gingerly pick up Eren’s room key before getting up to leave.

“Fuck this.”

Zeke’s eyes follow you cautiously, his expression fixed in a light smirk despite him being concerned.

“Where you going?” He muses.

You only stick your middle finger up at him before marching out of the dining room.

“To check on Eren’s Evergreen Other.” You say.

In all honesty, you’ve never been good with dead bodies.

You’re not sure why you came back to the room but you guess any excuse to be away from the Jaegers.

But there was something about the lack of life in dead people that haunted you a bit more than say, animals. But most of the dead bodies you’ve seen and known before this were never of people you knew. Yes, the odd occasion where you attend the funeral, but this was different.

Stepping into Eren’s room, your heart drums against your chest because you were expectant to see the dead body of someone you knew.

Of a coworker, that Zeke killed — and not in the context of a funeral.

As you slot the key and turn the handle, you open the door to then step into the room.

The place is a dump.

You’re not sure how, considering you’d only booked into these rooms yesterday night and that none of you had any overnight stay belongings. You toe away an empty bag from the door so that you’re able to clear a path and move.

It’s clear Eren had no home training despite his declared dual income, middle class, nuclear family upbringing.

You honestly do question whether he and Zeke got their sob stories mixed up. You wouldn’t put it pass you. So much of what the Jaegers lived for was fabricated and fucked up. Who says their back stories weren’t following the same pattern?

You take a seat on Eren’s unmade bed first but you know it’s because you were stalling. You were dreading going into the bathroom at all costs.

Not that you blame yourself — not even 24 hours ago, you were bartering with Jean back in the office break room — and now he was lifeless, void of any warmth or vim he previously had when alive.

“Maybe I should just mind my business…” You mumble to yourself before lying back down onto the bed with a bounce.

With your hands folded over your stomach, you wonder how you’d gotten into this situation. All you did was accept a messy invitation to be down for a quick fuck and now look, you were an accomplice to a murder.

Now that you think about it, you didn’t even get what you’d come all the way down here for and as you thought about it, your hand subconsciously started to lead down to your crotch and beneath the zip of your jeans.

For the past 12 hours you’ve been on an absolute edge. With everything that’s gone on, you’d forgotten the twinging neediness of your body. Quickly, you find yourself scooting upwards onto the bed and propping your legs up. As soon as your fingers are able to delve deeper beneath your jeans and feel the wetness of your underwear, you realise that you were more wound up than you thought you were.

How on earth did it get this bad?

“Zeke…promise me this is the last time.”

The blonde male disregarded your half moaned words as his lips treaded up the plough of your skin. His hands, as daring as ever slid their way up your shirt.

“You know I can’t promise you anything.”

Despite the blaring alarms in your head telling you not to engage with the man, you couldn’t help deny the tell-tale signs of your body that clearly wanted him. No matter how many times you told yourself you didn’t like him you always seemed to find yourself in this position more times than none.

The both of you sank into the puffed duvet of the hotel bed, the blankets engulfing you both.

You’ve so got to stop answering his ‘dtf?’ texts.

“Why you in town anyways?” You sigh as your hands tug through his blonde hair. It’s definitely gotten longer since the last time you saw him.

Zeke bites down into the suckle of your flesh which makes you whine in retaliation. His hands wash over the plump flesh of your breasts.

“Mm. Had to do a bit of work for Eren.”

You almost comment that it’s nice of him to be looking out for his younger brother but you figure it’d spoil the mood. You hadn’t seen the brunette Jaeger in almost four years. You wonder how he’s doing?

Although as if on queue, the door to the ensuite bathroom of the hotel room bursts open showing none other than a rather bored looking man.

“Zeke, he’s not breathing.” He says.

Both you and Zeke jump up and off each other but for different reasons.

“What?”

“Eren?!”

The brunette, totally oblivious (or maybe just unphased) to your naked presence gives you a nonchalant nod.

“Oh, hey.” He says before he turns back to Zeke. “Jean. He’s in the bathtub but he’s not breathing.”

Automatically, Zeke’s getting up from the bed, boxer crotch still bricked as he half runs into the bathroom behind Eren.

Using the large duvet, you fold it over yourself for decency. Eren doesn’t seem half as bothered but you definitely notice the way his eyes scanned over your body.

”Since when did you get here?” You airily question.

It takes him awhile to realise it’s him you’re talking to but he eventually gets it.

“Oh, me?” He says as he points to himself. “Been here all along. When did you get here?”

You don’t even get a chance to mention that you’ve been here for a good half an hour already because Zeke’s voice echoes from within the bathroom.

“Fuck!”

Eren’s turning around to walk back into the ensuite and see what’s up. You quickly try to grab your shirt so that you could at least have it over your body.

As soon as you walk into the bathroom, you’re met with both Jaegers giving each other concerned looks. Since you’re unsure of what’s going on, you squeeze between them both to decipher the issue.

“What’s actually going o—Oh my fucking God!”

A massive gasp leaves your mouth as you tumble back into Eren’s chest. The brunette catches you but your legs still feel weak at the poorly sight you’re seeing.

There, lying limp in hotel bathtub with his eyes wide open, is none other than Jean Kirschtein — your colleague from work.

At this point, you were deep into a fingering rut. With your jeans pooling at your ankles and your tshirt hiked up, silky moans left your mouth as you continued to finger your cunt and pinch at your nipple.

Your high was so close! — Damn Zeke for leaving you on such an edge.

But before you could even finish at a climax, the door to the ensuite bathroom haggardly opens up on you again for a second time.

“Shit—” The voice croakily said.

You quickly pull your hands away from your folds with speed and squeeze together your legs in embarrassment of getting caught masturbating. However, once you realise who was in from of you, you let out the most blood curdling scream of your life.

How the fuck was Jean Kirschtein alive?!

[thee-horny-thicky]

For my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and a woman reader in an Aladdin AU with gags and consensual servitude please? The reader is a princess and has a busy day of meetings but her lover Gojo wants to spend time with her during her meetings. She agrees but has him shackled, heavily cloth gagged and wearing a see through loincloth. You can decide on the intimate acts between them. What do you think?

Combining JJK and Aladdin never even crossed my mind prior to this request, but it intrigued me so much that I decided to give it a shot! It turned out to be more plot-heavy than I originally intended, and I did deviate a little from what was requested. I tried to add some historical accuracies based on when and where Aladdin is primarily based.

I decided to make her a Sultana as opposed to a princess, since she'd wield more power that way!

Due to the nature of the plot, I obviously had to take some creative liberties. Being the product of the American education system means that I probably got some key details very wrong, which I apologize for.

Anyway, enjoy!  

Word Count: 5.5k

Your father was fascinated with foreigners. It was why half of his advisors were originally from far-flung nations that were allies of the Sultanate. It was why after your sister ran off with a street rat, he named the foreign girl he’d adopted his heir. And it was the entire reason you met Gojo Satoru, a foreign noble staying at your court.

The two of you quickly hit it off, and it wasn’t long before he was in your bed. Back when you still had the luxury of being a socialite who spent much of her time partying, the two of you didn’t bother hiding your affections for one another.

Now, The Sultan was dying, and as his heir, you could no longer be so blasé with how you were perceived. A poor reputation could mean disaster for a ruler. You would already be under more scrutiny due to being a foreign woman, so you had to be on your best behavior.

It was a change that you were struggling to adjust to, but you were adjusting. Unlike Gojo, who seemed to still think of you as the wanton party girl he’d met all those months ago.

That was the only explanation as to why he was pawing at you in the middle of funeral preparations with your advisors. Your father’s condition was worsening, and it wouldn’t be long before he left this world. You’d allowed Gojo to be present for emotional support, and apparently, the only way he could provide that was with his body.

“Stop it,” you hissed as Gojo’s hand trailed up your leg, covered by large, tulip-shaped trousers, the same shade of blue as your lover’s eyes. The court’s sense of modesty dictated that you cover as much skin as possible, but you expressed your personal style through bright colors and elaborate jewelry. “Now isn’t the time.”

You wished you could flaunt him as you once did, but you had new rules to abide by.

Gojo, who wore the traditional robes of his country, pouted at you. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Behaving would be a big help,” you snapped, forcing a smile on your face when Advisor Gakuganji snapped his head toward you.

He was one of your father’s eldest advisors, entering his service soon after the passing of your grandfather. He’d completely rejected his roots, fully embracing his adopted culture. To an extreme degree, in your option. He was hellbent on preserving traditions his ancestors didn’t help forge, and despite the conservative nature of the Sultanate, he still believed it too liberal. As one would imagine, he had little tolerance for you, disdaining you for being so…loose.

“Is all well, Sultana?” Advisor Yaga questioned with a cocked brow.

Sultana. No longer would you be a mere princess, but the monarch of Agrabah. Resentment flared in you at the fact, as you were never meant to hold the title of Sultana. No, it was supposed to be Jasmine, but she chose love over duty. She’d been the one prepped for the role, not you. As a result, you were unprepared for such a monumental task, even as your advisors were doing everything in their power to remedy that.

“Of course,” you said, straightening up and shoving Gojo’s hand away. “I’m merely trying to consider what my father would most want for his funeral.”

Gakuganji glared at Gojo. “I doubt he’d want his daughter with a foreign rogue.”

The two couldn’t stand one another, their vastly different personalities resulting in endless clashing.

Gojo opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand, silencing him. “My father is fully aware of my relationship with Gojo, and frankly, I’m offended you think I’d dishonor him by going behind his back.”

You suspected your father took such a liberal approach with you due to how things turned out with Jasmine. If he’d been a little less strict, perhaps she wouldn’t have run away.

“You dishonor him regardless, going with a man who flaunts his bastard around.”

Fucking hypocrite. He often helped your father select new women for his harem and wouldn’t bat an eye when they’d be seated around The Sultan during private meetings. Yet, the presence of your lover sent him into a tizzy.

At the disrespect of his adopted son, Gojo could no longer hold his tongue. “Megumi isn’t a bastard, old man, and if you call him that again I’l-”

“You’ll do nothing, because you can’t do anything to me,” Gakuganji boasted with a smug smirk, aware of the power he wielded at court.

“But I can, and I will,” you barked, aiming a glare his way. “You’re out of line, provoking a guest of the court by insulting his character and his son, who’s a fine young man. And if you’ve forgotten, I can order your tongue be removed from your mouth for questioning your ruler’s decision.”

“You have yet to be coronated, girl.”

Your mouth twisted into a sneer at the belittling name. “You forget your place, Gakuganji, and overestimate your importance. Just because my father tolerated your foolishness, doesn’t mean I will. And as a royal, I can have your tongue cut out regardless.”

A throat being cleared ended the back and forth, making all heads snap to the source of the sound.

“This is a difficult time for everyone, but we mustn’t lose our heads,” Yaga said before the old man could reply to you, saving you from talking to the wrinkled sack further. “Please, let’s take a moment to cool down.”

“You are correct, Advisor,” you agreed, giving him the privilege of addressing him by his title rather than name. If Gakuganji wanted the same honor, he’d have to advise you, not belittle you. “Today’s session will be adjourned.”

“Bu-” Gakuganji began, snapping his mouth shut when you glared at him.

“Of course, Sultana,” Yaga said, raising from his seat and forcing the other man to do the same.

Within a matter of minutes, the room was cleared out, leaving you and Gojo alone.

“Sorry,” Gojo murmured sheepishly.

You sighed. “Gakuganji would’ve found something to be upset about rather you were here or not.” You rose from your seat, positioned at the head of the table, too worked out to keep still. “He doesn’t want to see me become the monarch. It was bad enough when Jasmine was set to ascend, but at least she was related to The Sultan by blood.”

You ground your teeth together as your eyes began to water. The past several weeks had been so difficult, but as heir, you were expected to take it all in stride.

Gojo rose also, walking to you and placing his large hands on your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. I know for a fact you’ll make a fine ruler. Your father agreed, or else he wouldn’t have selected you.”

You scoffed at his words, but some of the tension did leave your body. “My father had no other options.”

“Your father is The Sultan. He could’ve selected anyone he pleased, yet he chose you.”

“I believe most would’ve preferred if he did.”

Gojo huffed and flicked your forehead, a gesture you would’ve had to punish him for if others were present. “If that ancient curmudgeon is making you doubt yourself so much, I’ll behead him myself.” He brought a hand to your cheek and gently stroked you. You leaned into his touch, snickering at his words. “I’ll even use my dullest knife, to make sure it hurts.”

“No, you’d need to be as quick as possible,” you said, momentarily considering the idea. A dead Gakuganji would solve a lot of your problems, and you could replace him with whomever you saw fit. “If anyone saw you it could be you who loses his head.”

“No, you’ll protect me.”

Your heart fluttered at his faith in you, and you nodded. “I would, yes.”

He offered you a small smile, then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me serve you.”

You gave a nod of confirmation, and he dropped to his knees, sliding your bottoms down to reveal your pussy. Your hands flew to snow-white strands as he buried his face in between your thighs.  Instantly, he attached himself to your clit, drawing a whine from you when he sucked on your feminine bud.

“You're doing such a good job,” you praised, whimpering when he lightly nibbled on your clit.

He guided a leg over his shoulder for better access, making it easier for him to slurp up your juices, his hands going to your waist. To stabilize yourself, your grip on his hair tightened, your standing leg quickly becoming useless as he continued to lick you.

A loud cry echoed around the chamber when he wiggled his tongue inside of you, thrusting the pink muscle in and out of your heat. The noises that filled the room were obscene, and if anyone were to catch you, you’d be disgraced. But the risk only aroused you further. 

If the two of you were caught, perhaps it’d force your council of advisors to allow you to enter an official relationship with Gojo. You knew it was unlikely, but a girl could dream.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned as the coil in your core began to unravel.

All it took was another gentle bite to come undone, your eyes rolling back into your head as your juices flooded his mouth. Your hands yanked at his soft white locks as your whole body shook, Gojo’s hands tightening to keep you from falling.

When you began to still, Gojo licked a stripe along your core and pressed kisses to your thighs, before helping to make you decent again and raising. Swiping a hand over his glistening mouth, he pecked your lips. He knew you weren’t a fan of tasting your own juices, so he kept it chaste.

“Feel better?” he asked as he pulled you into an embrace.

“For the time being, yes.”

He thumbed at your bottom lip. “When you feel stressed again, don’t hesitate to seek me out. I’m at your service, Sultana.”

The way he purred out your title made heat rush through you.

“Are you pledging your allegiance to me, Gojo Satoru?” you questioned, brushing your nose against his skin.

“You’ve had it from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he swore, sucking in a breath when you nipped at his neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Gojo.”

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True to his word, Gojo didn’t hesitate to please you at a moment’s notice. Often, you kept your trysts limited to your personal chambers, knowing you still had a reputation to uphold.

But, as your father’s condition began to steadily improve, you became a little more carefree. Yes, you were still reigning suo jure, but discussions began to arise about your father taking back control. Though you’d still be the heir, for the time being, you’d be demoted back to the title of princess.

Then, the season of pestilence rolled around, and his condition regressed. Against all odds, he managed to survive, but any hope of him retaking his throne was dashed. Thus, the funeral preparations resumed.

Going back to prepping for your father’s death threw you into a constant state of depression and stress, one you could only distract yourself with through pleasure that only Gojo could provide.

Because of that, you gave him permission to take you whenever and however he pleased, if no others were in the immediate vicinity.

That’s why he was trying to remove your clothes minutes before a meeting was supposed to start, silencing your protests with promises of being quick.

“We need to stop,” you panted, a moan escaping when he licked your neck’s pulse point. “They’ll be here any minute.”

You knew that sex before marriage was a sin, and if the two of you were caught sneaking around, you’d be in a world of trouble. Yet, you’d never subscribed to the religion followed by your father’s empire, instead choosing to place your faith in the magic you had tangible evidence of. You wish your advisors felt the same. If they did, you wouldn’t have to stress about hiding your affection for the man before you.

“We have time,” he murmured against your skin.

No, the two of you really didn’t have time. You should’ve pushed him off you, but the way he was massaging you over your clothes felt so good.

Of course, the opening of a door forced your hand, and you pushed him away with strength that you didn’t know you possessed.

Standing in the doorway was a very bewildered-looking Yaga, a blush creeping onto his face as he pieced together what was going on. “Sultana,” he greeted with a bow of the head, avoiding your gaze.

“Advisor,” you muttered, feeling like a child who was caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. You turned to face the culprit, the white-haired menace that got you into this embarrassing situation. His porcelain skin is flushed, but his expression wasn’t one of shame. “Gojo, you’re dismissed. Return to your rooms and I’ll consult you after the meeting.”

Amusement glinted in his sapphire eyes. “You’re giving me time out?”

“Be lucky I’m not having you bound and gagged,” you hissed, irritation surging through you.

Your lover or not, in front of others, your word was supposed to be law. For him to not make fun of an order given wasn’t tolerable.

“I’m not opposed to that,” he said, then sighed. “But I’ll take my leave, Sultana.”

With that, he sauntered out of the room, sparing Yaga a nod.

“Sultana…be lucky that it was I that caught you and not one of the others.”

A fact you were thankful for. Gakuganji would’ve had more fuel for his campaign to strip your throne away.

“I am grateful, Advisor, truly. Gojo and I…”

“Were just caught in the moment. I understand, I was young before, trust me,” he finished for you, shaking his head with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, the idea of him being youthful amusing. For as long as he’s been at court, his appearance had been that of a man in the middle of his life. 

“I trust you won’t tell the others?”

Your voice sounded nervous, even to your own ears, and you cringed. Strength was necessary as a monarch, and especially as an unmarried woman who hadn’t even been crowned in front of the public.

“I will not, Sultana,” he confirmed, making you breathe a sigh of relief. “But when you ‘consult’ with Gojo, ensure that you talk to him about today. As unfair as it is, you cannot be as brazen as your father was with his lovers.”

And that filled you with ire. Even as Sultana, you weren’t exempt from double standards. No, you were expected to uphold them, expected to be a pillar of the morals you were raised on.

 “I understand, Advisor.”

“And as it’s my job to guide you, I recommend giving Gojo a harsher punishment next time he challenges your orders.”

“I will talk to him. If this happens again, I won’t be so lenient,” you promised, praying Gojo would heed your warning, so you didn’t have to do anything drastic.

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For the first few weeks, Gojo listened to you and cut back on his rampant displays of affection. You had increasingly less time to spare socializing, resulting in you seeing your entourage sparsely. This, unfortunately, included your lover. If you didn’t arrange to have him snuck into your sleeping quarters, you barely saw him outside of the meetings.

As death fought to obtain The Sultan, no longer did your duties end when your assemblies did. Instead, you’d be swept away to oversee your father’s medicinal treatments, something you insisted upon when you discovered the out-of-date methods his previous doctors had been using.

Gojo, surprisingly, took it all in stride. At least, he had been, before the advisors began speaking of marrying you to an allying prince. Even though you rejected such talks, the words had stuck in Gojo’s mind all the same.

“Gojo, you may take your leave,” you ground out as his hand crept a little too far up your thigh, his body leaning a tad too close to yours.

“Bu-”

“Leave,” you practically snarled, not needing him to challenge your authority on top of disobeying an order you’d given him weeks ago.

A grin spread across Gojo’s face, a mischievous glint entering his eyes, one that put you on edge. “Yes, Sultana.”

Without further protest, he stood from his seat. But, instead of walking directly to the door, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, ensuring that it’d be seen and heard by all in the room. Your body froze as an audible gasp echoed throughout the room, and you knew he couldn’t get away with this.

“Guards,” you yelled before Gojo could step away from you. Instantly, The Royal Guards swarmed him, flanking either of his sides and taking hold of his arms. “Have him bound and gagged until I have time to deal with him.”

“Yes, Sultana,” they echoed, before doing as you told.

Gojo looked at you with wide eyes, clearly not having expected such a reaction. You weren’t sure of the rules set in his native court, but in Agrabah, such blasé behavior wasn’t allowed. And going against a royal order was a guaranteed way to get punished. He should count himself lucky that he wasn’t being cut down from where he stood, having the offending body part removed from him.

No, you cared too much for him to do something so drastic, but he still needed to face repercussions.

He tried to speak through his gag, but it was too tight for any legible sentences to be formed. With a withering glare from you, he went silent.

“That’s all your doing to him?” Gakuganji questioned in disgust. “He should be beaten for dishonoring you.”

“An eye for an eye, Gakuganji. He humiliated me; therefore, he’ll get the same treatment.”

“Hmmmthm mmm?” Gojo muttered, his tone sounding outraged despite his words not being understandable.

Still, you knew him well enough to know that he took offense to your sentence.

“Tied up in a meeting where he holds no power, how humiliating,” the old man sneered.

You offered him a sickly-sweet smile. “Would you like to join him? Then you could give me a proper opinion on how shameful the punishment is.”

 You intended to have the guards parade Gojo around the court while in his current state, but you weren’t going to do anything to please that cranky traditionalist.

Gakuganji clenched his jaw but shook his head. “No, Sultana, I would not.”

“Then stop questioning me, because I will not be so lenient with you if you don’t heed this warning.” You turned to face the burly men standing over Gojo, deciding their presence was no longer needed. “Guards, see to it that Gojo is brought back to his room, then return to your stations. Do not untie him.”

“Yes Sultana,” they echoed before quickly dragging a mumbling Gojo out of the room.

“You, come here,” you called to one of the guards lagging behind, an idea popping into your head.

If Gojo liked the idea of being bound and gagged so much, why not take it up a notch?

“Yes, Sultana?” he questioned, his shaky voice giving away his nerves.

He was younger and scrawnier than most of the other guards, leading you to believe he hadn’t been in the Royal Guard for very long.

You beckoned him to step closer, and with a tense posture, he did so. “See to it that Gojo is wearing nothing but a loincloth by the time my meeting ends. Do it, and I’ll reward you handsomely. Speak of this to anyone, and I’ll have you executed for slandering your monarch. Understood?”

He gulped and quickly nodded. “Yes, Sultana. I’ll see to it that Sir Gojo is in your desired state.”

“Excellent! You’re dismissed now,” you said with a wave of your hand, rolling your eyes when he nearly tripped over himself to get away.

Regardless of what he did, you wouldn’t have him executed. But if he disobeyed your orders, you would see to it that he’d never guard an important person ever again. However, it was nice to know how easily you could inspire fear, as that was a necessary component of being a ruler. Especially being the Sultana. As a woman, you needed to appear more ruthless than the men around you, because otherwise, they’d undermine your authority.

Once the last of The Royal Guards had cleared out, you faced your advisors again, allowing your forced smile to remain in place. “Now, where were we?”

👑

“What the hell were you thinking?” you snarled as you stormed into Gojo’s room. As requested, he lay in the middle of the mattress, clad in only a see-through loincloth. The sheer material did make you raise a brow, but you weren’t complaining. Storming to him, you yank his gag down, cringing when you felt that it was dampened by his spit. “Speak!”

“You know, as fun as this is, I think it may be a little of an overreaction,” Gojo quipped.

Based on his half-hard cock and dilating pupils, you knew he was enjoying this, because he was just twisted like that.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I asked what you were thinking when you embarrassed me! You were so out of line!”

You were fuming, unable to even admire your lover’s lean body, perfectly toned from the years he spent training in various forms of fighting. You knew from his boasting that he was above reproach in his homeland, but here, that wasn’t the case. He’d made the decision to travel to Agrabah, so he had to follow the rules set.

“I was thinking how nice it would be to kiss you on the cheek, and how I couldn’t wait to conjoin with you later,” he purred out, his length now fully erect. “You know, seeing you be commanding really does something to me.”

“And I enjoy you being obedient, but it’s nearly impossible to obtain from you. Gakuganji is already calling for your blood to be spilled, and if you continue to act out, I’d be forced to listen to him.”

“Over a kiss?”

“Women of my status are supposed to be chaste. It’s bad enough that I have you by my side without us being married, but public displays of affection are asking for trouble.”

It was funny, really. You wielded a level of power many men dreamed of, yet you’d never felt so restricted. Every day, you understood more and more why Jasmine chose to run.

“You’re sovereign,” he said as if you weren’t aware of your title. “You should be able to do whatever you please.”

“I should but I can’t. If talks of my marrying are what set you off, you should know I don’t plan to do so soon.”

Truth be told, you couldn’t envision yourself with anyone but him, and he was a safe option. He was a foreigner from a faraway land, meaning he’d have little claim to your throne. Yet, your choice would need to be approved by your council, and the way he conducted himself would make the mere suggestion bring about a sea of issues.

Mainly, because of Gakuganji and his supporters. The man was supposed to advise you, but he’d done nothing but make your life difficult.

“But you do plan to eventually marry?” he asked bitterly.

“I plan to do what’s best for the Sultanate, and if that’s marrying, then I will.”

You knew your answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but you weren’t a liar. And, chances are, you’d remain unwed like the many female monarchs that came before you, as adding a powerful man to the equation would only make your claim to the throne shakier.

“Do not give me that look,” you snapped, hating the jealous pain in his big blue eyes. “I’ve never deceived you before, and I won’t start now.”

He huffed out a breath, then nodded. “Understood. Now, can you please tell me why I’m in a loincloth?”

You knew this wouldn’t be the end of this discussion, but for now, you were thankful for the subject change.

“I do recall saying you’d like to be gagged and bound,” you said innocently, the corners of your lips quirking up. “Have changed your mind?”

Based on his hard cock, you knew that still rang true. As you waited for him to confirm what you already knew, you began to disrobe. Typically, your maids assisted you in the task, but the clothing you wore was simple to remove.

His eyes trailed up your nude form, and he swallowed coarsely, before shaking his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Good,” you said, putting the gag back in place. “Because I intend to keep you like this all night long.”

You reached under his loincloth and grazed the slit of his cock, gathering the precum oozing from it and spreading it around the base. He moaned at the contact and bucked his hips upward. You slowly stroked his cock, grabbing his balls with your other hand. A copious amount of pre leaked from the tip, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. But you couldn’t have that. It was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, as his core began to tremble and his hips bucked more furiously, you stopped, causing him to whine.

You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to use a sex-based punishment for such a carnal person, but you didn’t want to do anything to seriously harm him.

You tsked. “It isn’t going to be that easy tonight, my love.”

Another whine emerged from him, but you ignored it as you began to stroke his cock again. The tip began to turn an angry pink color, and you knew he needed to cum to relieve his growing discomfort.  Still, you weren’t going to let him.

You continue to edge him to the point of tears, at which point you decide to up the ante and wrap your lips around his cockhead. He whimpered as you licked the slit, tears streaming down his pretty face.

“There, there,” you whispered in faux sympathy, though you were delighted in how pathetic he looked. “You’ll get to cum soon.”

With that, you retook the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before you swallow his entire shaft. You fought your gag reflex as his length filled your throat, his loud cries incentivizing you. You deepthroat him for as long as you could, but the need for air and his violent shaking forced you to come up. You pull back until just the tip of his dick is in your mouth, giving it a gentle suck before removing it completely.

He lets out a noise of frustration at another stolen orgasm, glaring at you with glistening eyes.

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and dragging it along your slit. “I’m going to take care of you.”

You sink down on his length, and a gasp left you when he bucked his hips and bottomed out in one hard thrust. All your teasing had worked you up, too, and your cunt clenched at finally being filled. He filled you up so well, as if your walls were made for him, and never failed to hit every spot that had you seeing stars.

You moved along his shaft in a back-and-forth motion, planting your hands on his chest to balance you. His cum-filled balls rested against your ass, the sound of skin-hitting skin filling his lavish chambers. Thank God the walls of the palace were thick.

Gojo’s head lolled against his pile of ornate pillows, drool escaping his mouth even with the gag, eyes closed in absolute bliss. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but you continued to move your hips in a set rhythm, deciding he’d suffered enough.

Besides, what better place to finish that inside of you? It’d feel heavenly, you’d wager, and if his seed took, the council would have no choice but to approve the match. A child out of wedlock would be far more disgraceful than taking an unruly foreigner as a husband.

“Cum inside me, my love,” you moaned.

Your words must’ve been too erotic for Gojo, because a second later, he came with a muffled scream. Hot ropes of cum shoot into you and painted your walls white, the very amount that entered you almost guaranteeing you’d fall pregnant. Never had he finished inside of you, always pulling out at the last minute. You cussed him for robbing you of such pleasure, as the feeling of his warm seed was divine.

Seconds later, your orgasm washed over you, and you loudly whined as your movements grew sloppy. You didn’t stop moving, though, wanting to fuck his cum deeper into you. Only when the aftershocks of your orgasm died down did you still, and only when Gojo’s dick started to deflate to you get from him. What wasn’t gobbled up by your pussy started to leak from you, trailing down your thighs.

You needed to clean yourself off before it cooled, but first, you needed to unbind Gojo. You knew he hid several weapons around the room, so you reached under his pillow and pulled out his tanto, using it to slice away at the rope. Then, you pulled the gag down, deciding to let him undo the knot.

He allowed it to stay settled around his neck, instead pulling you down on top of him. The action took you aback, making your hold on the knife slip.

“Am I forgiven, Sultana?”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck, your nipples rubbing against his chest. “I believe so, yes.”

You two silently basked in each other’s company for several minutes, Gojo’s hands stoking your side.

"You let me come inside," he stated, breaking the quietness.

“I did, yes.”

“What if you get pregnant?”

“Then we wed,” you said without a second thought, making him still.

You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as you were making it out to sound, but you’d work out the kinks of your plan another time.

 “What about the council? The old one would surely be opposed to this.”

You looked up at him, noting the shock, joy, and concern swarming in his eyes. “It’s either allowing me to marry the man I care for or allowing their Sultana to have a child out of wedlock. I’d bet every penny of my fortune they’d prefer the former.” You began to trace patterns on his chest, relaxing him. “As for Gakuganji, you did say you’d take care of him at my request…”

He grinned down at you, delight shining in his eyes. “Is this you sanctioning his execution?”

“His assassination,” you corrected. “Execution implies that it’d be a public affair when I plan to have it be discreet.”

“Why the change of heart, if I may ask?”

“If I do fall pregnant,” you began, certain that you would. If it didn’t happen this time, you’d just have to try again until your monthly bleeding ceased. “I wouldn’t want any threats to my family present. Gakuganji is the biggest one.” 

“Give him a week, and I’m sure he’ll die naturally. The man’s too old to be here much longer,” he joked, making you laugh.

You desperately wished that’d be the case, as you wanted him dispatched before your coronation, whenever that’d be. Your father’s condition wasn’t improving, and you needed to have everything in place by the time you were publicly named Sultana.

“That’s a lovely thought, but death likes to grant long lives to cruel individuals. But if you’d prefer to take that chance…”

“No, I’ll happily end his miserable life.”  

“Excellent. He enjoys nightly strolls around the palace if that helps.”

“It does, my devious Sultana.”

“You rolled your eyes. “I’m eliminating threats, and you have two and a half weeks to get rid of this one.”

You wanted it done by the time you were due to bleed again. They came regularly, so if you missed it, you’d know if you were with a child.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head, huffing out a laugh and holding you a little tighter. “Yes, Sultana.”

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A/N: I know this has some differences from what was requested, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless!

[theflyingfeeling]

because I'm bored and due to the lack of content from the tour & on Aleksi's twitch (didn't he say he filmed material worth of at least 4 bonus videos? or does my memory fail me 🤔), I made a compilation / list of all the cute Olli/Allu moments from Aleksi's twitch streams, (because what else would I be doing with my time off 🤡) because I for one didn't expect the streams to be such a goldmine for Olli/Allu content right from the beginning 🤲 I mean, I knew they were special to each other, but to find out they're this special... 🥺💕

(and yeeeeesssss I knoooow we've been over all of these so many times already, but unfortunately I'm still thinking about these moments alright, so bear with me will you 😇 at least I'm putting it behind a read-more for y'all's scrolling pleasure, which I couldn't have done in @sparfloxacin's askbox where I originally wanted to dump all this 🤧)

already on the first stream we had Aleksi texting Olli about his bass tracks being played on the stream and Olli answering immediately (because of course he answers his bf immediately <3) and Olli telling Aleksi how good his stream looks (because of course he went to look at it immediately <3) and communicating with the stream / the viewers via Aleksi by asking if they wanted a bass tutorial (because of course he'd want to contribute to his bf's new hobby <3) and then later Aleksi making a duet with said tutorial (I'm still not over how cute that was 😭)

Aleksi for some reason answering a question about Olli's gag reflex?? of all the questions he could pick from the chat, this is the once he chooses to comment on?? 👁️👄👁️ (fair enough, he probably just saw Olli's name and started reading the comment before he could help it because Olliiiiiiii 🥰💕💞)

Aleksi revealing he had texted Olli about a cool shirt he had seen 🤲

Aleksi texting Olli about merch and looking sad bored when he didn't answer, but once he did, the biggest smile spread on Aleksi's face 🥹 (and then he immediately changed the subject because he probably realised he let his crush show a little too much 😭), and wasn't this the one where Olli gave him a call mid-stream? because I guess Olli didn't have anything better to do than discuss merch ideas with his bf and that's just what they do apparently, just spontanously call each other whenever aaaaaaaa boyfrieeeeeeeendssss 💞💖💕💗

Aleksi talking about Olli's socks that "somehow" ended up in his suitcase? uh-huh yeah sure, how to say I'm fucking my bandmate without saying I'm fucking my bandmate 😌

then there was the spooky stream which I'm also still not over, tragically 😩 I'm just so weak about the fact Olli was Aleksi's first option to ask about ghost stories for his stream in the dead of night, and that Olli really had nothing else to do but join in his bf's spooky shenaningans and putting actual effort in it too (in general I'm trying soooooo hard not to overthink the fact they both chose to be texting each other about silly stuff rather than, idk, sleeping next to their girlfriends or whatever, but I guess this is completely normal behaviour for them and should not be over-analyzed)

not to mention how happy Aleksi was about Olli replying to his texts in the middle of the night, just HOW in love could they be?!? 😭

the bonus video about the remix Aleksi made in which he used Olli's guitar loop and had also named the project file after Olli 💖 (he totally didn't listen to that guitar loop over and over again thinking about Olli and how much he loves him and maybe drinking some red wine and missing him a lot and perhaps even crying a little 😭)

the amount of Olli included in that mini vlog 🥰 because they just can't stay too apart from each other <3

just in general name-dropping Olli so so often 🥺💞

did I forget something crucial? 🤔 in any case, even without shippy glasses on I dare you to argue they aren't a little bit special to each other, because how many times had Aleksi mentioned / interacted with Olli on these streams in comparison to all his other bandmates, INCLUDING the ones that live in the same city as him and with whom he thus gets to spend time even off-tour / when they're not actively making music/recording? yeah, that's right 😌

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Maniac [07]

ー The scene starts in the entrance hall at Eden

Ruki: You...Why...?

Shuu: ーー What’s the status quo?

Ruki: ...Why are you here? What has caused this change of heart?

Shuu: I came here to take responsibility, that’s all. As much as I hate it, that is my duty right now.

Ruki: Hah, little late, don’t you think? You sure have some nerve to speak the word ‘responsibility’ after you’ve been running away from it this whole time. 

I no longer intend to rely on your help. We have already decided that we will protect Eden ourselves. If you understand that, then please just go home.

ー Ruki walks away

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Kou: Hold up, Ruki-kun. Are you sure?

Ruki: I don’t mind. An unfit King is much worse than having no King at aーー ...!

Azusa: Ruki...? What’s wrong?

Ruki: ...The Castle...

Kou: Eh? 

ー Everything starts to flourish and be rebuild again

Kou: ...No way! It was a complete ruin before...!

Azusa: Is this because its owner returned to it...? Would that have such a strong effect...?

Ruki: ...How ironic. As if we’re being told that we’re simply unable to achieve anything. 

ー Shuu approaches them

Shuu: ...So, you’re better off without me, you said?

Ruki: ...Let me ask you one thing. 

Since you’ve come here, can I take that as a sign that you’ve accepted that you are the successor to the throne? 

Shuu: No...I haven’t. 

Azusa: But you said that you came to take responsibility earlier...

Shuu: That’s my personal responsibility. 

I understand how painful it can be not to be chosen. However, being chosen can bring just as much struggle. 

That’s why I still don’t believe that I should be forced to take responsiblity. ..It’s just.

He ーー Yuma said he’d leave it in my care.

I figured that if I wanted to try and atone for what I did to him in the past, then this is the only way to do so. 

Kou: In other words...You’re not here to fulfill your duty as the King?　

Hah, excuse me? So you just want to feel better about yourself? You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Ruki: Kou, stop.

Kou: Why!? It doesn’t make me happy at all, knowing he’s protecting Eden for that reason only!

Ruki: Even so, Eden came back to live. ...That alone proves that this man has 

Kou: But!

Azusa: Kou...

Kou: ...But it’s frustrating, no? The three of us care about this place much more than he does...!

Ruki: It’s fine now. ...I remembered that being stubborn will only lead to losing everything.

This Eden where we lived together with that man should be much more important than our personal pride.

ーー Sakamaki Shuu. We will acknowledge you as the owner of this Castle and vow our loyalty to you.

Shuu: ...Cut it out, you’re making me gag. Anyway, where is that guy? 

Azusa: If you’re asking about Yuma, he ーー ...

ー They explain everything

Shuu: I understand the situation. In which case, we should track down their location first. Which routes have your Familiars investigated already?

Ruki: We know that they aren’t in the West or the South. Which only leaves the North and East as potential options...

Shuu: They could be on the move, so I’ll have a team search the entire Demon World just in case. The human world as well, while they’re at it.

Kou: Don’t tell me you’ll have all areas checked at once?

Shuu: That’d save us time, no?

Azusa: ...As to be expected. We could never go that far...

Ruki: This is making me feel worse with each passing second. Almost as if it’s being rubbed in our face...That we never even stood a chance.

Azusa: But we can keep Eden safe this way, right? Now if only Yuma and Eve were to come home...

ー The scene shifts to the Ghouls’ manor

Yuma: ーー There’s a decent amount of Ghouls who are former humans, huh?

Yui: Yeah...They said they want to go look for their son, but they can’t leave Rotigenberg. 

Yuma: They’re not even allowed to roam the Demon World freely, let alone go the human world. I guess that was to expected...

Yui: How did things go on your end? Were you able to get some information from Kino-kun?

Yuma: Nah, he talked besides the question again. 

Still...I do have an opinion on this matter after hearin’ the things Lucks and ya told me.

I want to give the Ghouls their freedom. And I want to help them achieve that goal.

Selection

→ I thought the same thing (❦)

Yui: Yeah...I thought the same thing.

Yuma: Right? Ya can’t just not do anythin’ after bein’ confronted with such a situation.

→ You should really think this through

Yui: I understand why you’d feel that way but...Shouldn’t you really think this through? 

Yuma: I’m not saying this on a whim. I actually put some thought into it and came to my decision. 

Yuma: No way I can turn a blind eye to this now that I know they’re bein’ treated like shit.

Yui: So you’ll help Kino-kun out? But then Shuu-san will...

Yuma: I’m not out to steal Shuu’s powers, really. I’m sure we’ll be able to liberate the Ghouls even without having to go that far. 

I mean, sure, it might as be easy as to have someone with a lot of power say ‘Treat the Ghouls equally’ to fix this issue but still.

Yui: You do...have a point. I guess if you use your authority to change people’s behavior, it doesn’t fix the core of problem...

Yuma: Exactly. Oh well, I’ll ask Ruki for advice on that. I’m sure he’ll come up with a great plan.

Yui: Right...

Yuma: Usin’ my brains has never been my strong suit. Anyway, now we’re actually goin’ back to Eden. 

Yui: Speaking of which...They never sent us a Familiar, did they? I wonder if everything’s alright? 

Yuma: I guess that means nothin’ happened? Oh well, we gotta think ‘bout how to fix that problem too once we’re back home.

I’m pretty sure Ruki will scold us for adding even more issues to that list but I’m sure he’ll understand once we explain, right?

Yui: Yes. They surely will.

Yuma: Okay, we have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow so let’s hit the hay already.

Yui: ...Today we’re actually going to sleep, right?

Yuma: Ah? Didn’t I just say that? ...Aah, sounds like someone was hopin’ for somethin’ else?

Yui: I-I wasn’t!

Yuma: Ya should just tell me then. I’ll gladly give ya what ya want.

Yui: ( Geez...! )

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s room

*Caw caw caw* 

Kino: ...I see, so he’s made his choice. 

Fufu...Fufufu. It’s honestly baffling how naive that guy is. Thank god former humans are so easy to convince. 

Well then, it’s finally time. Let us get this delightful prelude startedーー 

Monologue

That night, while sleeping in Yuma-kun’s arms,

I had a dream (夢). 

Inside said dream,

everyone was smilingly happily,

making me wish,

that all people could experience such a days (日々) 

However, I suppose there will eventually come a point,

where I will have to open my eyes. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[reshinless]

can i request sucking off modern streamer kinich while he’s live? ;3

──── ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა if it's not you !﹒⟢﹒

ᯓ★ ── . summ. when you both miss each other so much, you'll show that it's not mualani he's dating.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. kinich x gn!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note. hello disciples (sharks), i'm today here vlog with everyone (will be writing a lot today n tomorrw i suppose)

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, sucking kinich off, kind of subby!kinich, but he's more of a switch

part 2 here :)

kinich isn't necessarily lively on his streams, but he gets many swoon with his looks, blunt attitude, and sarcastic humor.

often collabing with another streamer; mualani. people often suspect he'd been dating her, their personalities definitely contrasted well.

but the issues only worsened when she came over to his place.

people in his chat always asked "who's the one sitting in the beanbag?!" "is it mualani?!" "oh my gosh he has a partner!!"

he always had ignored them, they didn't really need to know about you yet anyway.

but days pass, and the rumor continues to frequent his chat, especially today's. he couldn't ignore it this time.. the only messages he'd see were asking if him and mualani got together yet.

even the donations were non-stop with the questions. so he decided just to end stream early, the last of us could wait 'till tomorrow anyway.

when he hops into bed with you, he simply buried his head in your chest.

"something wrong, kin'?" you wrap your arms around his back, holding him closer into your warmth. "nothin'. let's sleep."

the next day felt extra lonely, your boyfriend had left for an event, visiting it with none other than mualani. hm.. you couldn't help but be a little jealous, but you did enjoy the silent life, even with your pretty boy being live all the time, you appreciated that he still kept you private, and away from attention.

but at the same time, you wished everyone knew it was you, not mualani. even mualani cheered for you guys! she always denied dating kinich in public eye, but kinich never gave an answer.

so the public took it two different ways; he isn't dating, and he's not confirming it but is dating mualani. they never thought there might be an option outside of it! how damn cruel!!

"so are you dating popular streamer, mualani?!" an interviewer almost shoves the mic up to his mouth. he simply looks around awkwardly, and leaves, he wants to get home as soon as possible. get some rest before the demon hours of streaming begin.

i guess all the missing went elsewhere, down onto his cock of course. it was almost time for him to stream, but he hasn't finished letting you cum for the sixth time yet! fuck..

you offer to suck him off from underneath, so what can he do? he's just a man! (he denied it at first, like a ton of times before reluctantly agreeing.)

he could feel the way your head bobbed down each time, taking his shaft into your throat so well, oh sshit don't gag on him like that, he might cum right in front of the viewers!!

"hnngh- pretty don't choke on it like that.. mmf-" he quickly mutes his mic to take a breather before going on with the next phase of the quest.

bucking his hips into your mouth, he could feel his orgasm build up like blocks. you could feel a grasp of your hair from behind, it was his hand, and he faced his camera away from view.

he bucks his own hips into your throat, oh fuck, don't tease his tip like that while you stroke his cock!! (he wants more)

the more you moaned- it sent vibrations down into the base of his cock, he groaned suddenly arching his back, a blissful hum comes from your mouth once more.

the lustful eye contact you gave him was his last straw, holding on to your other hand that held his he came into your mouth, loudly whining, you show your mouth off to him as you stand up from your original spot underneath the gaming setup; swallowing every last drop of his semen.

his lips eager to reach yours, he kisses you; tasting the saltiness mixed with the taste of your mouth, it was euphoria. everything he could ever ask for. he couldn't wait to show his viewers the ring on your finger after he'll propose tomorrow.

i'll write fluff part 2 of this soon :)

[bluiex]

Thinking about vampires and the blood moon and what things the blood moon would do to vampires.

Is this a hint for something happening in my 'little' story universe? Maybe. That's for me to know and for yall to find out :3

Though I will leave you with a small preview of part 5.

(Dancing bat anon)

~~~~

"Do you ever regret it?"

"Sometimes, in the very early months when I was figuring all this out. Mostly just missing what could have been and thinking about what would or wouldn't have happened if I had. Do you regret not going that little excursion with Pearl?"

"...Sometimes, when I found myself missing her presence the month after she left and now when I don't know if she's okay."

"Seems we both have our regrets, don't we?" They lift the glass up to their lips, face flinching at the taste of the liquid. "Oh, that doesn't taste that good..."

"What does it taste like?"

"Like a fruit that's good past it's expiration date. The rotten, mushy, and bitter taste that screams 'I needed to be thrown out days ago' and the regret of putting it in your mouth."

"Regret has a taste?"

"If it did, it would probably taste close to this."

He watches them bring the glass to their lips once more, shaking his head as he hear them let out a noise similar to a gag. If you don't like it, why are you drinking it then? Dummy...

"If you hate it that much, why don't you get something else?"

They jerk the glass away, dumping the rest of its contents into the sink while wiping their face. "Because, my angel, my drink options are very limited and I need to get down as much I can. If one container of this tastes bad, then the rest probably don't taste much better."

"You have other options, though."

"Not really. Not unless I ask one of my friends for some of theirs or attempt to trade this, but that only works if people feeling generous."

Wringing the blanket a little, he tries to think of an alternative for them. As a hunter, he has certain privileges that most others don't. No one would really bat an eye if he went somewhere and ask for a package of...that. But there's no way he could get enough to replace all of the bad stuff. Maybe one or two things, but not more than that without raising a lot of suspicion and getting asked some questions.

Where could he possibly go to get enough-

He chews on his bottom lip. There might be one long-term solution to this, but it sound crazy even just thinking about it. One that makes him sound like he's officially strayed from the so called 'righteous' path and taken a turn down the bad one...

"But...You do have other options."

"And what are those, my dear?"

"Don't get too mad at me for suggesting this."

"Oh dear."

"I know what it sound like and I already heard what it sounds like in my head, but I-"

"Just say it, Grian..."

"...You have...You have me."

BAT ANON BACK WITH MORE AAAH

MORE I NEED MORE JAAJIXCIWJWKDNF

[trentaafcsblog]

Ménage À Trois

Mason Mount & Ben Chilwell

You’re smirking at yourself in the mirror as you stand and admire your body. A burgundy lace lingerie set just about covering the parts that you want it to, although there’s still enough skin poking through the gaps in the material to make it even more sexy than it already is. You’re turning to the side slightly to catch a glimpse of your ass, smirking at how good it looks thanks to the style of thong that you’re wearing, the waistband resting perfectly on the tops of your hips and simultaneously accentuating your curves in the most incredible way. Your boobs look fucking insane too. Both of them spilling out over the top of your bra and jiggling with each movement, yet there’s still enough held in cups to allow your nipples to poke through the lace and offer a glimpse of what’s hiding underneath to any prying eyes. 

You’re combing your fingers through your blow-dried curls once you’ve finished adjusting your underwear. Letting them be dragged down with the movement of your hands before they’re springing back up again, taking a more natural appearance the more you play around with them. Applying a thin layer of lip gloss to your pouted lips before you’re going in for several more coats, quickly realising that one isn’t going to be enough if your mouth will be working in the ways that you’d suggested in your little group chat of three, adding layer upon layer in the hope that your lips are still glossy by the end of tonight, although you’re still not convinced. You’re adding a couple more coats of waterproof mascara too, hoping that it stays on your lashes should any tears happen to escape, but your thoughts are quickly drawing to an end when the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel outside forces you out of your mind. Sprinting over to the window and clocking the familiar Range Rover pulling up on the drive - an indicator that your dream is only a few seconds away - before you’re fumbling around in the bottom draw in your wardrobe. Retrieving the tiniest little vibrator that you can find and slipping it into the crotch of your panties, hitting the ‘on’ button and letting it hum against your clit before you’re racing back across the room to grab your silk robe. Tying it around your body and taking a deep breath before making your way down the stairs, the knocks from your guests greeting you just as your foot hits the bottom step.

“Afternoon” you smile, a strand of hair being curled around your index finger as you lean against the door frame and look your guests up and down. “You okay, boys?” you ask as they both nod their heads in unison, their eyes fixated on your tits which suddenly become much more visible thanks to a gust of wind from outside, the thin material of your robe blowing up to reveal more of your skin.

“Did you just come to stare at me?” you’re questioning after a few seconds, your words snapping them both out of their trance and causing them to almost fight over who gets through the front door first as they barge their way in. Ben reaching you before Mason does as he crouches down in front of you and throws your body over his shoulder, leaving Mason to follow you both back up the stairs whilst you make a ‘grabby hands’ motion in his direction. Letting out a little giggle when he picks up on the faint buzzing feeling that’s penetrating the material of his t-shirt thanks to the way that your legs are crossed over him, pushing your vibrator down into his skin and giving him an insight into the kind of girl you are, not that he needs any hints.

You’re sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed once you’ve made it to your room. Watching the boys strip off as they throw their clothes around the room in an attempt to get undressed and ready for what’s to come as quickly as possible. Boxers, socks and joggers littering the carpet and revealing what was hidden underneath, their tanned bodies obviously sculpted by the gods and their cocks now standing to attention after a few harsh tugs, helped by the sight of you squeezing your tits before them. 

“What you gonna do to me then…daddies?” you giggle, emphasising the plural of the nickname as you shuffle backwards slightly and spread your legs. Pushing your thong to the side and letting your breath hitch at the slight icy sensation that your fingertips bring when they start tracing along your folds. Two of them threatening to dip into your hole as you look up at Mase and Ben with the most lust-filled eyes, begging them to talk dirty so that you can get an insight into their not-so-innocent minds.

And god, they’re not disappointing. Reeling off a whole list of filthy scenarios that elicit a bead of pre-cum to run out of the slit in their cocks each time they imagine their thoughts with the person sat before them. Your pussy on the verge of exploding as you sit and stroke your fingers up and down it in time with the boys’ voices, occasionally pumping two digits inside when they make reference to the box of sex toys that you’ve left out on your bedside table for them to use, whining and moaning as you watch them poke around and admire the extra additions to the bedroom. 

“I think that’s enough time wasted, don’t you, ya horny little slut” Mase growls as he takes a step towards you, clearly having enough of seeing you getting yourself off to his and Ben’s thoughts as he bats your hand away from your pussy and pulls your legs so that you slide closer to him. Letting go when you’re almost hanging off the bed and instructing you to get on all fours for him as he stands before you, his cock twitching in anticipation before you’re reaching out with one hand and gently cupping his balls. Looking up at him as he nudges Ben and encourages him to get behind you, a squeal escaping your mouth when your panties get ripped away from your body and a harsh slap hits your ass cheek.

“You’re not stopping ‘til I say so” Mason’s telling you as you just about manage to nod your head before Ben’s tongue starts licking a hot stripe along your core, the heat from his mouth eliciting a little whimper which Mase quickly puts an end to when he thrusts forward and completely fills your mouth with his cock. The tip hitting the back of your throat and causing tears to spring to your eyes as you start bobbing your head up and down in order to try and relieve the burning sensation in your throat. The stimulation at both ends of your body causing a series of moans to escape around Mason’s shaft, a feeling that just turns him on more than ever because he knows that he’s not the one making you feel that way, as he watches you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth against Ben’s face. His hands coming up to grip onto the sides of your body as he laps away at your arousal, making a series of slurping noises as he swallows your sweet juices, a contrast to the saltiness that’s coating your tongue as you swirl it around the head of Mason’s cock. His pre-cum seeping into your mouth and mixing with your saliva before you’re breaking the suction for a second to spit the little concoction back onto his swollen head, watching it dribble down the rest of his length before you’re going back in and making this the sloppiest blowjob of his life. Spit dribbling down your chin and making its way through the canal between your boobs, some of it travelling as far as your nipples as Mase stands and watches it drip off and soak into your bedsheets - a sight he could watch a million times over as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you further and further down his length in an attempt to encourage the same sight. 

Mason’s practically fucking your face as you gag and splutter around him, tears trickling down your cheeks as he reaches out and captures the moment with the Polaroid camera that you’d also left out for them to use. The little photo printing itself out of the top and mirroring exactly what’s going on in front of him, letting the image replace reality as he holds it in front of you, giving himself a few seconds to admire it before your whines and whimpers cause the piece of card to slip from between his fingers and spiral onto the floor. Your orgasm approaching as you grip onto his hips to steady yourself and start grinding down against Ben’s face, desperate for a release since he’s been licking away at your core for what feels like an eternity. Pulling your mouth away from Mason’s cock to focus on what’s happening to your pussy as your eyes start rolling back into your head, a string of spit still attaching your bottom lip to the purple tip of his length, connecting the two of you in the most intimate way.

“Oh my fucking goddd” you’re whining as Ben’s lips form a suction around your clit, your orgasm building more and more with each sucking motion as you start begging him to give you what you’re dying for. The knot in your stomach on the verge of snapping just as he pulls away and denies you of that release. And you’re about to complain but he’s going back to edge you again, and then again, and then again, and fifth time lucky you’re finally cumming. Your clit palpitating against his tongue as he lays and feels you twitch against him, wanting to scream his name for the whole town to hear but Mason’s clearly got other ideas.

“Didn’t tell ya to stop, did I?” he’s saying harshly before entering your mouth again mid-orgasm. Thrusting into you and chasing his own release considering he’s now more horny than ever after seeing one of his best mates make you cum. Grunting with each thrust and getting Ben to come and watch as tears start soaking your cheeks again. Mase leaning forward to wipe them away with his thumb before he’s gripping the sides of your face and fucking your mouth at the most ridiculous speed. Your coughs and splutters egging him on as he halts against the back of your throat and releases his load, giving you no option other than to swallow as the salty fluid starts trickling down your already-stinging throat. Gulping it down with a small whimper before he’s muttering ‘good girl’ and letting you pull away to catch your breath.

“Think we should use one of these now, don’t you?” Ben’s smirking as he starts poking through the box of sex toys, pressing the buttons on a few of them to see which one looks like it will cause the most trouble once it’s in action. Settling for a pink rabbit vibrator that he then passes over to Mase for him to control with the remote, encouraging you to lay down in the middle of the bed as he gets comfy beside you. “You gonna tell her what to do, Mase?” he’s asking before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, obviously doing it on purpose because he knows you’ll hardly be able to concentrate when he’s busy sucking away at your skin.

“I’m gonna be in charge of his” he’s telling you, the tone of his voice dominating and assertive as he presses one of the buttons on the remote. Holding the vibrator up so that it’s in your line of sight and you can watch the little ears fluttering around whilst the shaft rotates in mid-air. And you’re almost cumming when you make direct eye contact with him and he pushes the tip into his mouth, soaking it with his spit before lining it up with your entrance. Holding it so that it’s just touching the outside of your hole and the vibrations are teasing you whilst he carries on giving you instructions. “And you’re gonna be wanking Ben off and telling us both all of those filthy things that go on in that dirty little mind of yours” he’s whispering, waiting for you to nod your head in response before he’s spreading your folds apart with his fingers and inserting the toy. Raising his eyebrows and signalling towards Ben as you move your hand away from your other boob and lick a stripe of saliva along your palm. Lowering it down until it’s firmly secured around Ben’s cock, and then you’re gently pumping your fist up and down. His mouth pulling away from your nipple as he moves to bury his head in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin and littering it with tiny purple bruises. 

“Oh my god” you breathe when Mase starts fiddling around with the vibrator and attaches the bunny ears either side of your clit. Messing around with the speeds as they start pulsating against your sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through your body and making your legs shake uncontrollably. You’re nearly seeing stars when he looks at you and aggressively starts pressing the ‘up’ arrow on the remote, the shaft now spiralling around inside you at the most incredible speed. The head brushing against your g-spot with each rotation and making your eyes water from the intense pleasure as you grip onto the bedsheets with your free hand. Ensuring that you keep pumping away at Ben’s cock, your hand slipping up and down his length whilst his pre-cum dribbles out of the tip and runs between your fingers. Occasionally rubbing your thumb over his swollen head, loving how he breaks away from your neck to let out a little sigh before groping your other tit even harder in response. 

“I’m not hearing your dirty thoughts” Mason’s growling as he threatens to increase the vibrations even more, his finger hovering above the set of buttons whilst he waits for you to open your mouth. 

“I wanna squirt all over your fat cock” you’re telling him as his teeth graze over his bottom lip, one hand now stroking his own dick as he lays at the end of the bed and encourages you to carry on. “Wanna see your cum dripping out of me for days after you’ve filled my little cunt up” you whimper as he quietly moans at the thought. “Such a little cum slut, aren’t ya?” he questions as you nod your head at him. “Want Ben to put a baby in me whilst I cream all over his huge cock” you’re saying as he hums against your neck, whispering ‘I’m sure I can do that, baby girl’ in your ear, just as Mase ups the speed of the toy. A combination of the pleasure to your core and Ben’s words causing you to let out the loudest moan before you start bucking your hips towards Mason who’s now nearing another orgasm after getting an insight into your filthy mind. Your hand still frantically pumping away at Ben’s length as he grunts and groans with each movement of your palm, knowing by the scrunching up of his face that he’s close as you blurt out ‘fill my mouth up’ and provide him with another insight into your ‘lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets’ demeanour. 

Sticking your tongue out for him as he gets on his knees and hovers above your mouth, tossing himself off for the last few seconds before he’s moaning at his release. Five spurts of seed landing on your tongue as you flick it over his tip to make sure that you’ve wiped away any remnants. Swirling his cum around in your mouth and humming at the saltiness before he’s leaning across you and grabbing the camera. “Open up” he’s saying as you stick your tongue out, a pool of white fluid laying on top of it as he captures the moment on a Polaroid, watching it print out of the top before he’s showing you the little photo. “Look at you, ya little whore” he’s whispering as you giggle at the photo and swirl his cum around one final time before swallowing it down and winking at him. 

Tilting your head to one side to get a glimpse at Mason as he lays there nearing his orgasm, a smirk on his face when he realises that you’re watching him. The bunny ears now fluttering against your clit at the highest speed as he tries to make the two of you reach your highs in unison. Your eyes beginning to water again when Ben pushes the end of the toy even further into your pussy, the head circling over your g-spot as you writhe around and beg for a release. “I’m gonna squirt” you squeal as Mason gets up and starts pumping himself over your pussy. His warm seed firing onto your clit with a groan of ‘fuck’, sending ripples through your body and pushing you closer to your own orgasm. A broken cry leaving your mouth as your face screws up and then relaxes again when your juices go splattering over both boys who are watching you from the end of the bed. Completely soaking their abs and upper thighs before you’re squeezing your pussy again, encouraging the same thing to happen once more. Both of them smirking at the sight as you grab the camera and take a photo from your viewpoint. The little Polaroid capturing your legs spread apart and the toy stuffed inside your pussy, with water droplets coating the cocks and torsos of the boys stood before you - a photo that immediately becomes your favourite.

Moaning when Mase pulls the toy out from in between your folds, admiring his seed on the little rabbit ears before he’s holding it in your direction and waiting for you to lick it clean. Your tongue flicking over the head as you hum at the taste of your juices, refusing to break the eye contact as you lick away at the ears and clean it of Mason’s cum. Both boys almost certain that their cocks are going to explode as they stand and watch you laying there with your legs spread apart, your entrance gaping slightly from where the toy has been buried inside of you as you suck the vibrator off. Your tongue completely ridding it of any remnants of Mason’s load before you’re sitting up and placing it back on your bedside table.

“I need you inside of me” you’re saying to Ben as you reach out towards him. “I’m empty...please” you pout as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. Although it hardly takes any begging for him to give you what you want. “Get on all fours then” he instructs as he helps you get into position, Mason coming around to the head of the bed and sitting opposite you as his palm starts stroking his cock once more. Cupping your face with his free hand and letting his tongue explore your mouth, fighting with yours whilst Ben gets to work at the other end. Letting out a small grunt when he spreads your ass cheeks apart to get a better view of your pussy, your arousal coating your inner thighs with a dampened glow as he begins to smirk at the sight. Biting down on Mason’s bottom lip when you feel Ben pushing himself into your tight little hole, whimpering as your walls begin to dilate around him and you can feel every single inch of his length. 

“Fuck” you’re breathing when he starts pounding into you, your ass bouncing against his abs with each thrust as he secures a firm grip on each cheek. Squeezing and slapping away at you and feeling a sense of pride when he sees a red outline of his hand starting to appear on your skin, knowing full well that you’re not going to be able to sit down for the next few days. Whimpering when Mase breaks the kiss to spit a bead of saliva onto the tip of his cock, trying to lean forward to continue exploring his mouth but he’s shuffling back to stop you. “Gotta tell daddy what you want him to do, it’s my turn next” he’s saying as you groan in desperation, dying to just have his lips pressed against yours for an extra second but instead he’s laying in front of you, tossing himself off and expecting you to talk dirty to him. 

“Just want you to coat my walls with your thick cum” you cry as Ben slaps your ass once more. “Want you to stuff me full of your cum and make my pussy all swollen” you tell him as Ben looks down and admires the ring of cream that’s forming at the base of his cock. Grunting at the sight of your pearlescent liquid as he scoops a bit up with his finger and makes Mason try it in front of you. “So fucking sweet for us, ain’t ya?” he hums as he moves the cream around his mouth with his tongue, spreading it around before swallowing and throwing his head back at the taste. Looking over your shoulder to see Ben with two fingers in his mouth, sucking your treat for him off his digits and winking at you when he sees you watching. “Fucking delicious” he’s saying before spanking you once again, his thumbs now digging into your hips as he grips onto you for dear life. Telling you to look back at Mason as he starts driving into you at the most ridiculous speed, your eyes disappearing into the back of your head and your tits swinging to and fro with each movement.

“Look at daddy” Mason’s whispering as you force yourself to stare into his eyes, whining when he leans forward and cups your boobs in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging them whilst his best mate fucks you from behind. “That nice?” he’s asking as you nod your head in response. “Need to use your words, baby, tell daddy how nice that feels” he’s saying as you do your best to string an audible sentence together. “I-I jus- uggghhh fuck, so fucking go- gooddd” you scream as he starts rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling when they harden under his touch and your arms almost give way beneath you. 

“I’m gonna cum” Ben’s mumbling before drilling into you even faster, if that’s even possible. A small whimper escaping your mouth when you feel him still inside of you and the warmth of his seed shoots up your walls. Hardly giving you any chance to enjoy the feeling as he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock making a satisfying ‘pop’ noise as it’s forced out of your tight little entrance and your walls break the suction around it. “Your go, bro” he’s panting as he crawls up beside you to swap places with Mase, smirking at you before gripping onto your tits, his fingers moulding into the pink outline that Mason’s hands have left behind. Struggling to know where to focus your attention as Ben starts kneading away at your boobs, his cock standing proud before you with a little dribble of cum trailing down the shaft. 

And then Mason’s slamming into you from behind as well. Eliciting a squeal when his first thrust hits your g-spot and sends a ripple of pleasure through your whole body. Your eyes disappearing into the back of your head once again as he fucks you absolutely senseless, your lips parted and breathing heavy when he takes one hand away from your hip to draw figure-of-eights on your clit. Your core practically going numb from overstimulation but the warmth of his fingers is still somehow driving you on towards your third orgasm. Your walls clenching uncontrollably around him which of course edges him closer and closer to his own release. The wetness of your pussy mixing with the pool of Ben cum that’s stuffed deep inside your cunt sounding like music to his ears as he pounds into you, the thought of fucking you whilst you’re full of another man’s seed turning him on more than ever.

“Please Mase!” you’re screaming, lifting one hand off the mattress and almost collapsing beneath him from how hard he’s fucking you. Ben stepping in to support your upper body as his hands mould into the gap under your armpits, conveniently meaning that he’s now nose to nose with you and has no option other than to kiss your swollen lips. Your free hand reaching around for Mason’s as you hold his fingers in place, knowing that it would probably kill you if he was to stop playing with your pussy, especially since you can feel that all too familiar knot starting to tighten in your tummy. 

“I’m gonna cum” you’re crying, breaking Ben’s kiss as he removes one hand from under your arm and grips it around your throat instead, preventing you from moving. And fuck does he almost orgasm himself when you let out a gravelly moan into his mouth, tears threatening to escape your eyes as the pleasure in your core builds and builds. A rush of intense relief surging through your pussy when the knot inside of you eventually snaps, your walls spasming around Mason’s length as he continues frantically rubbing your clit, a second wave of pleasure hitting you when he brings you to another orgasm. “Oh my goddd” you’re screaming, your limbs turning to jelly as you fall face-down on the mattress, your body now in the speed bump position and giving Mase an even better run at chasing his own release.

“So fucking good” he’s grunting before emptying his third load inside of you, filling your pussy to the brim with his pearlescent fluid and ensuring that he holds himself still for a few seconds in order to allow his and Ben’s seeds to mix. And then he’s pulling out and it’s probably the hottest experience of all three of your lives. The Polaroid camera coming in handy once again as it captures the moment that the stream of cum starts making its way back out of your cunt, the photo printing out of the top and encouraging Ben to move from before you in order to watch this moment in the flesh. A series of whines and whimpers leaving your mouth when it runs over your clit, causing it to twitch in response to the warmth that’s spreading across your core and down either side of your thighs. 

“Look at ya” Ben’s whispering, his voice being eaten by the overwhelming sense of pride that washes over him when he looks at your collapsed body, your ass still in the air and him and his best mate’s cum-concoction pooling out of your pussy - a sight that he’ll never get bored of. “You alright?” Mason’s asking once you’ve finally found the strength to roll over onto your back, your thighs glued together with the boys’ seed and only adding to the difficulty of moving with the most tired muscles and swollen pussy. “Mhm” you’re breathing, your lust-clouded brain stopping the connection between your thoughts and what leaves your mouth, giving up on trying to string a sentence together and just leaving them with a quiet mumble, enough to confirm that you’re okay, even if your weakened physical state suggests otherwise.

“One last thing” Ben’s saying as Mason comes and lays beside you, his arm draped beneath your boobs and his free hand brushing the loose curls away from your face. “Gotta clean yourself up” he’s adding, gently scooping up the trails of cum from the insides of your thighs with two fingers before extending them in your direction. Your mouth involuntarily opening and your eyes fluttering shut as the overwhelming saltiness spreads across your tongue, carefully swiping it over his fingers before he’s going back down and coating his digits with even more. Careful not to touch your semi-numb pussy too harshly because your overstimulation is evident, but he’s ensuring that every last drop is cleaned from your cunt before he’s allowing himself to settle down on your free side. 

“You did so well” Ben’s complimenting, his eyes scanning over your tired body before he’s leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead, a gesture that you appreciate considering that you’re in absolute bits right now. “So did you” you’re breathing, although it hardly takes a genius to pick up on how incredible the boys were tonight going by your handprint-littered skin, tear-stained cheeks and slightly bruised lips. “Can’t believe we finally got round to doing it” Mason’s panting, the suggestion bobbing around in your group chat of three for what felt like an eternity before you finally caved and invited them over. “Good things come to those who wait” you’re smirking, your comment possibly being the biggest understatement of the year going by tonight’s activities, but it’s true, and you’re glad that you gave yourself the time to let the anticipation build up before today.

“We better head off cose we’ve got training at half eight tomorrow” Ben’s saying, eliciting a groan from Mason who genuinely can’t think of anything more anticlimactic after a night of pure bliss. “Sure you’ll be alright if we go?” he’s asking, getting his answer when you nod your head and let it fall to one side, the dark hue beneath your eyes letting them both know that you’ll be crashed out as soon as they’ve closed your front door behind them. “Thanks for tonight” you’re whispering, Ben sitting up beside you but you’re pulling him back down for a kiss, your lips lingering on his for a few seconds before you’re replacing them with Mason’s. Quietly humming at the warmth that they bring to your pink and slightly swollen lips, holding him there for a bit of added comfort before you’re reluctantly pulling away. 

“Text me when you’re back, yeah?” you’re saying, watching them both agree to your question before they’re leaving you spread out on the bed to get dressed. Giggling to yourself as they poke around each other’s discarded underwear in an attempt to find their own, re-dressing themselves with the outfits that left their bodies in just a matter of seconds a couple of hours ago, this time with the addition of a few extra creases from where they’ve been neglected on the floor.

And then the front door is closing behind them. The ring echoing in your ears for a few seconds before it’s being replaced with their footsteps crunching along the gravel as they make their way back to the blacked-out Range Rover parked in the corner of your driveway. Waiting until the engine starts rumbling and the headlights fade away into the darkness of the night until you’re deciding to move. Rolling over ready to turn the lights off but you’re spotting several pieces of card laying face-down on your carpet, and you know exactly what they are before you’ve even had chance to pick them up. A tiny whimper falling from your lips as you turn them over to reveal the photos that you’ve taken tonight - all of them managing to take you right back to the second that the camera clicked and you felt a rush of adrenaline at how risky you were being taking such explicit pictures. Your eyes studying them for a few seconds before you’re retrieving your phone from your beside table and taking a photo of the Polaroid with your cream-pied pussy on display. Hitting ‘send’ and watching it arrive back in the group chat that kick-started it all. Your fingers reaching up to flick the light switch which triggers your eyes to flutter shut, the memories of tonight flooding your mind as you drift off to sleep.

Until next time, boys ;) x