#didnt bother the back of the couch even once more

[isamoa]

“ COMIN’ BACK FOR MORE! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk men when the pussy is too good

ᰔ、tags. (ft. toji, geto, gojo, choso, sukuna, nanami), nsfw, female anatomy, fwb tropes, unestablished relations, p in v, threesome, cunnilingus, virgin!choso, fingering, homewrecking/cheating

──── TOJI FUSHIGURO、

toji didnt do the whole “friends with benefits” thing. he was more of a hit and run type of guy when it came to fucking—and he planned on keeping it that way when you came around. sure you were a little cuter than other girls he’s been with, he’ll admit that. but that didn’t make you any different.

but your face card was the least of his worries, and poor toji was unfortunately a little too late to realize it. your pussy was what he should have really been afraid of. it sucked him dry like no other had ever before; leaving him a confused mess when he left your apartment without a word the next morning.

he had an unfamiliar desire to do it all over again with you. toji fushiguro never slept with the same girl twice. but maybe he could make an exception—just this once.

“thought you only did one night stands?” you confronted the man on top of you suddenly, whining at the way he pushed down on your legs; knees practically touching your ears. it was well past midnight when toji had unexpectedly shown up at your door unannounced, not even bothering to give a simple ‘hello’ before his mouth was on yours and he was pushing you towards the couch. “had to have this pussy again, ma.” he admitted with defeat, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. no amount of pride could have stopped him from coming back to this. you felt too fucking good to give up so easily—he wasn’t gonna let you get away as easy as everyone else. “it’s so fucking- you’re too fuckin’ good.” he stuttered out, his cock throbbing at the orgasmic feeling of your walls tightening around him. “so fuckin’ perfect for me.”

──── SATORU GOJO + SUGURU GETO、

gojo and geto did everything together. it was normal for best friends to want the same thing—and apparently that applied to woman too. suguru even planned on keeping you a secret at first, but ultimately couldn’t help himself from calling up satoru to tell him how good of a fuck he just had.

you couldn’t remember what had exactly led to you sleeping with the both of them, all you knew was that if you had one—you had to have the other?

you didn’t really understand their reasoning for it, but you weren’t gonna turn the idea down. especially when gojo insisted that if you didn’t fuck the both of them, you wouldn’t fuck at all.

“can’t believe you weren’t gonna share this with me, sug.” satoru mumbled between your legs, referring to the man but yet speaking to your cunt. you were positioned comfortably in suguru’s lap with your back against him, his chin resting on your shoulder while his fingers played with your clit and satoru’s tongue dug further into your folds. “knew you would act like an idiot.” suguru explained, his hand’s movements pausing for a moment to yank on satoru’s white strands in annoyance. his face lifted from the warmth between your thighs to cry out in pain, earning an annoyed whine on your end. “like you are now.” suguru spoke again, interrupting the man below who went to sit up, a snarl on his face before you spoke up in a frantic plea. “s-stop arguing and just let me cum.”

──── CHOSO KAMO、

you and choso were already good friends before the two of you had sex. heck, it wasn’t even a thought until he came to your house one late afternoon, saying something along the lines of needing to know how to give head since he’s starting to talk to this one girl. who better to teach him than you?

you agreed on behalf of being such a good friend—making him swear that it would only be a one time thing. he did so immediately of course; being that was what he had in mind to begin with.

but that soon was proven to be a lie when he ended up coming back to your place, insisting that he needed you to teach him how to fuck this time.

“like that?” he questioned quietly, his tone somewhat shaky from the rough pace he had going as he pushed into your slick cunt from behind, his hands gripping your waist with a gentle pressure. you groaned at the stretch, your face buried into the pillow to suppress your moans as your body jerked back and forth. “fuck- yeah cho, just like that.” you praised greedily, turning your head to rest on your cheek and look at him from behind. “doin’ so good baby.” you had almost forgotten you were supposed to be giving him tips—too focused on how good he felt; and how he didn’t even need any guidance. “you sure you never fucked anyone before?”

──── SUKUNA RYOMEN、

sukuna knew he was gonna get into your pants the second you introduced yourself to him. being roommates and all, this man heard everything. so he gladly took the chance to fuck you the moment he heard the front door close and you bid the guy you brought over a tired goodbye.

he’s heard you orgasm before when you touched yourself at dark hours, so it was easy to tell the difference when you faked one that same night before the man left. he took it upon himself to help you out; show you how a real man fucks.

the both of you found the amount of times you brought a date home getting lesser and lesser, before ultimately stopping completely. it just wasn’t worth it anymore; what with sukuna coming out of his bedroom to interrupt you the moment he heard you lead them into your own and all.

“finally gave up, huh pretty?” sukuna whispered huskily into your ear, his hand gripping your jaw tightly as he fucked his fingers into your soaked pussy. a whine escaped in response to his cocky comment, followed by a pout forming on your swollen lips. his fingers dug deeper, the base of his palm cupping your entire core as he pumped it in and out; a wet slapping noise filling the room. “no one fucks this pussy as good as me.” he states proudly, bringing your face up to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. “go on, say it.” he commands against your mouth; the last thing you hear before you’re gushing on his fingers, whining like a little bitch in heat. “that works too.”

──── KENTO NANAMI、

you met nanami at a bar a few days before you were supposed to start at your new job. your nerves were sky high, and you just wanted to go home with someone, fuck the shit out of them, and relax. you didn’t mean for the same someone to be your new coworker.

and it wasn’t a big deal at first—you fucked your coworker, so what?—at least not until you saw the sparkling wedding band that decorated his ring finger. that definitely wasn’t there the night at the bar.

he made you swear up and down to keep what happened between the two of you a secret; insisting that it was nothing more than a drunk accident and a horrible mistake. but apparently not horrible enough to stop him from sneaking you into the bathroom during his break every once in a while.

“you’re such a f-fucking pervert.” you cursed into the palm of kento’s hand that was wrapped securely around your mouth, his other one rubbing his throbbing cock along your wet folds. “fucking me when you’ve got a- shit.. wife at h-home.” you whimpered when he finally pushed into your sensitive hole, a groan erupting from his throat at the tightness. all this talk about being so loyal to his wife, but he’s got you sitting on the bathroom sink with his cock stuffed inside a pussy that doesn’t belong to him. he lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling your hips closer so you slap against his pelvis. “how ‘bout i make you a mommy then, hm?” he suggests, skin colliding against yours as the hand over your mouth moves to the side so he could peck your pouty lips. “get you knocked up so i can be with you full time.”

[chrispleasure]

CANT SLEEP, c.s

summary!: chris cant sleep without apologising to his girlfriend, afraid it might be her last night.

not proof read!

the air became heated, you didnt want to shower with chris, which caused him to yell at you. “what! are you afraid of seeing a dick or something?!” he yells, stepping out of the bathroom.

he didnt want to argue, but he felt hurt that you wanted to be alone and not with him. “its not that— im not afraid. i just want some peace.” you stood by the doorway, watching as he undressed himself.

chris took a few blankets and one of his pillows and left the room, carrying the argument further. you decided now was the best time to have your shower, knowing he wont bother you.

as the water become heated, you undressed and stepped under the square shower head. soft hums escaped your lips, “hmm..” you mumbled, leaning back.

the bathroom lights werent on either, which spiked your mood to feel more flirty and sexy. your hand traveled near your wet pussy, hesitant to touch yourself.

you decided against and brought your hand back to your chest, crossing your arms and letting the water take over.

downstairs, chris lies down on the couch cuddled up in his blankets and pillow. silently hoping you would come down stairs and apologize.

it was stupid, you werent the one who needed to apologise. he did. but he was too immature to be the bigger person.

small tears escaped his eyes and went onto the white pillow, he sunk deep intonthe couch. chris wanted a hug, a gesture of love.

he didnt mean to act out like this, part of him was still angry for yelling at you like he did. little did he know he was the last thing on your mind.

you were near the end of your playlist on spotify, the song ending. which meant it was time to get out of the shower and apologise.

which you dreaded, not wanting to see his pretty face. the tears which were most likely streaming down his cheeks.

as you stumble out of the shower, you slip and hit your head on the counter. “fuck!” you wince, letting out a small sob as you sit up.

you instinctively cover the corner of your head with your hand, causing blood to drip down onto it. “mmph- shit, shit..” you sob, rocking back and forth.

you wanted chris’s comfort instantly, but he wouldnt give it too you, you did definitely say some hurtful things too and about him.

after a few minutes of crying, you pull yourself off the ground, getting used to the feeling of your head feeling as if it’s about to fall off.

you scurry and put on the pajamas you left on the counter, stumbling to the bedroom. you didnt even bother going downstairs to say goodnight.

immediately, without a thought, you get under the blankets. moving your body to adjust to the feeling of the sheets.

it feels like heaven, closing your eyes and relaxing. part of you wanted chris cuddling into you, speaking reasurring words into your ear, touching around your breasts to calm you down. but he was all the way downstairs, probably pissed off.

as your thoughts drifted to random things, you fell asleep quickly. your body relaxing in a comfortable position.

but chris on the other hand, couldnt shut an eye. he stayed on the same couch for hours, hungry for cuddles or even a kiss.

he tried, tried and tried, but nothing. just black, no dream, nothing. he couldnt sleep angry with you, or you angry at him.

he sat up, grabbing his pillow. he walked upstairs, tears wet on his face. he was shaking and sobbing quietly.

a few quiet knocks were heard. when he got no response, he decided to walk in. after all, it was also his room.

he walks in, walking to his side of his bed. “baby? you ‘wake?” he asks, his side of the bed sinking a little as he layed down.

you slept peacefully, not hearing anything he was saying or asking. he shook you, moving closer for comfort. “ma, wake up..” he sniffles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

without question, you woke up, thinking their was an earthquake. you looked to your left, seeing chris’s figure shaking you.

once he saw you were awake, he stopped. looking at you with a frown. “what do you want, chris?” you asked tiredly, resting your head on the pillow.

“im sorry for getting angry.. i just wanted a shower with you, i feel a need to always be close to you at all times.” he apologised, cuddling close to you.

a soft smile played on your lips, feeling happy he apologised. “i also jus’ couldnt sleep without saying sorry. you couldve died in your sleep.” he says in a worried tone.

you chuckled, turning to face him fully. “hey, hey.. im okay. im healthy enough that i wont die for a while.” you rub his cheek, met with the now dried tears that stayed there.

“you cried?” you asked, frowning a little. he nods, putting his hand on your wrist. “can we just cuddle and sleep? i need comfort.” he whines, moving closer.

your body pressed against his, pressing a kiss against his neck a few times before drifting off. “i love you.” you say.

the end!!

[baldval]

heyy! You dont have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable it is a little darker…

can i request overlords finding out that reader selfharms? Like they knew she was unstable but they didnt think that much

thank you!!!

BEING COMFORTED BY HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: alastor, vox, velvette, valentino, lucifer, adam

warnings: sad reader, slightly ooc adam (that man is so hard to write omg)

a/n: ik i said i'm comfortable w darker asks, i just don't really feel ok w writing about such heavy/negative topics (especially sh), but don't worry anon, should've added that mb. anyways, i give you hazbin characters comforting reader in return 🫶🫶

ALASTOR:

ᯓ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᯓ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᯓ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᯓ he sees your pouty face when you get home

ᯓ “hey, darling, come look,” he says

ᯓ he’d been at work when you’d left

ᯓ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᯓ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᯓ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᯓ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᯓ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᯓ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᯓ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᯓ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᯓ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᯓ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᯓ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

VOX:

ᯓ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᯓ he just knows what you need

ᯓ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᯓ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᯓ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᯓ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᯓ “hi, vox.”

ᯓ he peppers your face in kisses

ᯓ “feeling off?” he asks

ᯓ you nod

ᯓ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᯓ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᯓ so you tell him everything

ᯓ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᯓ just for you

ᯓ anything for you

VELVETTE:

ᯓ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᯓ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᯓ you tell her everything

ᯓ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᯓ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᯓ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᯓ you very happily oblige

ᯓ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᯓ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᯓ you’ve never felt more loved

ᯓ she murmurs about how your aniversary is coming up

ᯓ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty

ᯓ you don’t really know how you got here

ᯓ but you’re not upset

ᯓ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᯓ you don’t even remember why you were upset

VALENTINO:

ᯓ he feels what you feel

ᯓ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᯓ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᯓ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᯓ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᯓ that manages to get you to laugh

ᯓ he smiles at your smiling

ᯓ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᯓ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᯓ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᯓ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᯓ “why’re you upset?”

ᯓ “oh, it’s nothing, val.”

ᯓ “bullshit.”

ᯓ you spill

ᯓ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᯓ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᯓ he kisses all up your neck

ᯓ “but we don’t have to think about that at all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up as many lives as you need.”

ᯓ you laugh, making him laugh

ᯓ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

LUCIFER:

ᯓ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᯓ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᯓ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᯓ “everything okay?”

ᯓ “rough day…”

ᯓ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᯓ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᯓ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᯓ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᯓ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᯓ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᯓ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᯓ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᯓ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᯓ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᯓ he does his best to give you a solution

ᯓ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your house for the next week

ADAM:

ᯓ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᯓ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᯓ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᯓ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᯓ you shrug

ᯓ “wanna talk about it?”

ᯓ you tell him everything

ᯓ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᯓ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᯓ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᯓ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᯓ he wants to help you, even if he doesn't make it obvious

ᯓ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᯓ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᯓ you both talk nonstop

ᯓ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᯓ just things that remind him of you

ᯓ and a bracelet, too

ᯓ he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᯓ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᯓ ever

ᯓ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᯓ but you’re not

ᯓ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

[impactedfates]

hello! jing yuan meeting his kid he had from a previous relationship?

so jing yuan had a previous lover, he didnt visit her until he learned that she was in a bad situation/ struggling with poverty

so he goes to visit and sees a kid that looked like him that he never knew of, they were neglected by their mother while he was gone all these years

reader is the kid, thankss

★ A/N: I decided to mash these 2 into one as I feel like the reader would've gotten trust issues if their mother neglected them, not to mention what if the mother lied to their kid painting JY (their father) as a bad guy :0 Anyways, I hope the anons don't mind I merged the requests into one

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Hurt/Comfort?

★ Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios

☆ Warnings: Readers mother is neglectful/a toxic mother (+ alcoholic)

★ Extra: Reader is young (11-12) // Jing Yuan trying his best to heal whatever his ex partner did // Also 2 posts in one day haha, had a bunch of free time during the storm

I feel like for Jing Yuan to not visit his past lover nor have her contacts, she'd have to already be a bad partner. What I mean is, Jing Yuan seems like the type to even after a break up, not want it to affect his relationship with the other person UNLESS said other person was toxic. If that makes sense???

But anyways, I don't know if that mattered. Let's assume that a friend of said ex partner went to Jing Yuan for help. Explaining her situation in hopes Jing Yuan would be willing to help.

He is, much to the delight of the friend. However he underestimated just how bad the situation is, as when he went to check. The house is in shambles.

Dirty dishes building up in the sink, trash on the ground it's hard to move around in, there's a kid and aeons it smells like such dog sh-

Wait a kid!?

Jing Yuan stares at you, you stare at him. It's just...silence. Despite everything and how long it may be. He knows that you're his kid. And after getting over the initial shock. He gently calls you over, but you refuse. Shaking your head and even creating a bigger distance.

He lets out a small sigh, unsure on what to do but just decides to look for your mother again. Telling you to please stay put, and once he does find the mother. Passed out on the couch with alcohol bottles around, he gets an even better view on what you seem to have went through.

Things have been dealt with, the mother is gone and in jail for child negligence which leaves you with your biological father who is more than happy to look after you.

At the same time though, your mother had both neglected your needs. Giving just the bare minimum to keep you alive and had fed you lies. The man in front of you may be your father but you can't help but believe the harsh words your mother told you.

But to your surprise, he's nothing like how she described. He's...gentle...patient...and never raises his voice at you. Even when you make a mistake and start tearing up ready to apologise, he's already brushing it off. Saying it's fine, not to worry.

Jing Yuan isn't bothered by your behaviour at all. He understands and knows. He takes a few days off work, to just ensure you're all better. You get new clothes, a big meal prepared for you and a new room. It's such a...new feeling.

Jing Yuan doesn't force you to do anything, doesn't force you to hug him or be near him. All he asks is that you stay safe in the house. He doesn't outright ask for you to trust him just because he's your father, he gains your trust. No matter how long it'll take for you to be comfortable around him.

Even when he needs to go back to work, he asks you if you're more comfortable to come with him to work and he can set up a place where you can relax and do whatever you wish. Or if you'd rather be at home. If you choose to just stay at home, he'll order some guards to ensure your safety and if Yanqing has gained your trust in this time. He'll ask the young boy to be your babysitter even if your age difference isn't that large.

Overall, Jing Yuan is definitely surprised to find out he has a child but that surprise turns into unhappiness when he finds out how you've been treated. He ensures your mother gets put in jail for her negligence then takes you in. He doesn't force you at all to trust him, he slowly earns it and whether or not you do end up trusting him eventually. He doesn't mind either outcome.

Because in the end, he doesn't care if you actually trust him or not. What he cares about is if you're healthy and happy. That's his main priority at this moment and time.

If/When you are finally ready, he's there with open arms. Happy to have you see him as a father figure and happy he can heal whatever damage his ex partner ever did to you.

He's happy because you're happy.

I started basing this slightly off a book I read for school as I thought it fitted haha. I'm unsure what to think of this but hopefully it's okay...

[jackmanbj]

jealous habits

you and jack were on your way to a celebrity event jack was invited to

“baby you look so sexy” jack started rubbing his hand up and down you’re thigh while you giggled “thank you my cute baby” he quickly stopped rubbing your leg “ugh, what have i told you about calling me that cute word” “fine, my sexy boy. better?” “a lot better”

you giggled and went silent as jack pulling into the parking for the event. once jack got out you sat in the car and waited for him to come open the door for you and help you out his giant g waggon, something he often did

“thank you baby” “you’re welcome my love” jack held out his arm so you can use it as your personal hand rail

jack walked behind you staring down as you walked in front of him “damn y/n, you should wear this dress a lot more” “jack shut up!”

once you stepped into the door of the event you immediately got col “fuck i should have brought my jacket” “you don’t listen i told you, you would get cold” “jack hush, im going sit over there” you pointed to the sitting area where there weren’t that many people

once you were sitting you got bored and decided to kill time on your phone as someone sat across from you “hey, whats your name?” “huh? oh uhm y/n, whats yours?” “oh my names uhm bryson” “nice to meet you, do you do any music or anything or are you a plus one?” “oh i do music, my name is bryson tiller” “ ohh! iv’e heard your music!”

you and bryson had been talking over an hour and jack was growing annoyed, every time he looked at you, you were giggling at something he had said.

jack hated the sight of his soon to be wife laughing with another man, but he assumed your were just making friends. until he seen you putting you number in brysons phone

jack walked straight to you walking past anyone who was trying to speak to him

“hey baby” jack kissed your cheek hoping it would get bryson to read the room and leave, but of course he didnt.

“i jack, you know bryson? he’s actually really sweet!” bryson looked at jack and smirked “wsp man!” bryson help out his hand for jack but all he got was a look in return

“jack! be nice!” “huh, oh sorry, im just tired you ready to go baby?” “yea of course! bye bryson hopefully i see you soon?” “yea of course”

jack helped you up and as you were walking out the door one of jack friends stopped him and he stopped to have a small conversation

while you were waiting for jack another dude came up to you

“hi i seen you earlier but you looked busy, whats your name” “oh! uhm y/n, omg i can’t believe im talking to drake !!” he chuckled and help his hand out for a handshake “nice to meet you y/n” jack had been talking to his friend for about ten minutes but you were so busy talking to drake you didnt even see him waiting for you

jack wanted to break up the conversation but he knew how much meeting drake meant to you so he just sat back until he seen drake give you his phone for your number, once he seen you hand the phone back he went to break up the conversation “hey y/n baby we gotta go.” “ok, bye drake !!” drake waved as he watch you leave

“jack im so glad i went it was so fun!” jack was helping you into the car “mhm i bet it was” once jack helped you in he went on the drivers side and started the car

“whats wrong with you baby?” “nothing” jack turned up the radio as a sign he didnt want to talk and started driving

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once you pulled up to the house jack didnt even bother trying to help you out the car, just ran straight inside the house ‘what the fuck is his problem’ you thought struggling to step out the huge suv without falling over

once you got into the house you walked into the living room to see jack sitting in the couch “uhm jackman! what is your fucking problem?” “i dont have a problem” “obviously you do so talk” “no” “fine be an ass im going upstairs” “whatever”

once you got in the room you couldn’t help but start crying you were trying to think of what you did wrong when jack walked in the room

“ugh, why the fuck are you crying” “nothing jack, just get what you need and get out” “oh my fucking god! what is wrong?” “uh i dont know maybe my fucking asshole fiancé has had a fucking attitude, and has been yelling at me ever since we got back from an event that he made me go to ??!” “well i wasnt out there flirting with girls the whole fucking time! every time i fucking looked at you, you were giggling at whatever that little bitch was saying y/n!” “ok jack so maybe if your upset about something communicate it like a big boy? and maybe we could’ve talked about it in the car and you wouldn’t be all upset and let me almost bust my ass trying to get out of the damn car”

jack ran his hands through his curls and sighed heavily “you know what jack, i dont even care at this point, you can sleep on the couch or whatever and you’ll get over it because im not dealing with this shit right now”

“no, baby look. im sorry, even though i was upset i didn’t explain to you why i was upset, and i was wrong.. i didnt think it was going to cause you to cry it cause us to fight like this, you know i would have never reacted like this if i knew what it was going to cause.. i love you and i cant lose you or your trust over something this fucking stupid.”

“come here jack” you patted next to but jack came lay his head on your lap instead “you should have communicated it with me baby.. i love you and if you were talking to a whole bunch of girls and didn’t realize all the attention you were getting i would be upset to, but i would try and communicate it with you.. but i understand that you were upset j..”

jack kissed your belly “i love yall” “we love to more, now come on lets go shower”

requested by @killatravtramp hope you like it myg !🤍

[ticklish-n-stuff]

OMG SIS! PERFECT IDEA!

I request you to write a fic on whatever you feel like writing in your loevly lee mood. That is once you feel better and not as tired and angry. Whenever you have energy basically :)

Hope you're feeling okay, big sister.

Cuddle time

Jesus Chirst sis, I've been feeling so fucking lee for Kaveh it's uaghhhakdhskdhks

I always feel so insecure writing a new character so pls bare with me 😖

But also my love for Kaveh is in the same level as Chuuya, so y'know this shit is serious!

Can't wait to write more for him~

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Kaveh x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles! My feelings for Kaveh

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Kaveh had been whining all day, claiming that he was "attention starved". He looked up at you with puppy eyes, playfully tugging at your sleeve like a child. "C'mon let's cuddle, pretty pleaseeee?".

If you didn't say yes soon he might actually get down on his knees. As funny as that would be, could you truly deny this man some cuddles? No, exactly.

"Oh fine, you big baby" you playfully teased as you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Oh hush!" a cute pout adorned his lips as he dragged you to the couch. He layed down and quickly pressed you against his chest. As weak as he may seem, his grip was quite firm along your waist.

"Happy now?" you asked with mock annoyance, trying to make yourself comfortable between the entangled limbs.

Kaveh let out a satisfied hum as he nuzzled all sweetly into the crook of your neck. Although he wasn't expecting you to let out such an adorable squeak.

"Aww, I forget how ticklish you are~" he playfully cooed into your ear, his breath making you shiver.

You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks. Thanfully you were facing away from him or you wouldn't hear the end of it. He always got so cocky whenever he managed to fluster you, probably because he was always in the receiving end-

"You're one to talk..." you playfully huffed, a slight pout on your lips.

"Haha! Maybe, but you're definitely more ticklish~" as he said that, he moved his hands down to your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

"Gah!" you yelped. Your body wanted to jump out of there, but he kept you firmly held in his arms.

"See?" he chuckled at your reaction before whispering close to your ear. "Even just whispering near your ear is enough to get you all giggly~".

"L-lihies...!" you playfully whined through your soft giggling, hiding your red face behind your sleeve.

"Aww, don't be so shy now~" his hands travelled under your sweater, lightly grazing along the bare skin of your stomach.

"Eep! W-wahahait!" your giggles turned a bit more frantic when you felt his soft, gentle fingertips. It was like being touched by a thousand feathers.

"Wait for what? Did I hit a soft spot?~" his fingers kept softly caressing all over your belly, occassionally tracing around your navel.

You couldn't even argue if you wanted to. His touch was so soft and yet so... ticklish?! The giggles flowed out of you like an open cascade. You didn't even bother squirming away because deep down you loved every moment of it.

"You don't mind if we stay like this for a while, right...?~" Kaveh didn't even let you answer as he nuzzled back into your neck, placing tickly 'lil kisses all over it and near your ear. All while his hands kept caressing your belly and sides, keeping you all giggly in ticklish glee. You could get used to this sort of affection.

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I didnt know how to end this so uhh yeah- akdhakdhkajd

[manjiroro]

realisation

character: chifuyu

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: chifuyu has always had a crush on you but a sudden realisation dawns on him when he sees you sitting on the couch in his best friend baji’s house

wc: 774

i find this really messy but let me know what yall think <3 i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy!

Chifuyu’s after school routine is always the same. meet up with baji at the school gate, walk home together and occasionally, hang out at baji’s place till night. But today was different, instead of walking into an empty living room, there was someone sitting on the couch in front of the tv, someone he did not recognise in the baji household.

“Oh? You’re home early” baji directs it to the figure sitting on the couch. Said person turns behind to face baji with a disinterested expression. 

Chifuyu freezes on the spot. He’d seen that angelic face before, passing by his class whenever he was daydreaming in class, and how he purposely walks the longer route to his class just so he could admire their beauty as they looked out their classroom window into the grassy land. No doubt, it was you, his crush, sitting on baji’s couch. His heart sank, of course you’d be taken by such a badass that is baji keisuke. Chifuyu believed that he didn’t even stand a chance, not when it was against baji, the coolest guy he’s ever known.

“I didnt even go to school today dumbass, im sick” you explained, expression growing more annoyed at the black haired male. Baji walks towards you, reaching a hand out to your forehead. Chifuyu couldn’t bear watching anymore, he couldn’t take seeing the one he secretly pins for being showered with care and love from another man. But, just as chifuyu was about to divert his gaze to the ground, baji flicks your forehead instead of feeling it, causing you to hiss in pain.

“What the fuck was that for, asshole?!” you seethed at baji, one hand slapping him in the arm and the other coming up to soothe your forehead.

“For calling me a dumbass” baji states plainly. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start bickering while chifuyu stood a distance from the both of you, dumbfounded. Was he… in the middle of some lovers’ quarrel? But yet, it didn’t feel like it, actually, now that he got a better look, the both of you look somewhat similar.. 

before he could place a finger on it, he was soon snapped out of his thoughts, “Could the both of you stop bickering for once? We have a guest over!” 

you and baji snapped your heads to the source of the voice, 

“Sorry mom..” the both of you said, glaring at each other in the process. 

That’s when a lightbulb lit in chifuyu’s head, you and baji are siblings. He sighed a breath of relief, maybe he does have a chance with you.

“Let’s go chifuyu.” baji’s voice brought chifuyu back to reality as he hurriedly followed baji into his room, sneaking a glance at you in the process. 

The atmosphere in baji’s room was silent between both boys, neither knowing what to say after the incident.

“Don’t bother going for y/n.” baji said out of the blue, catching chifuyu off guard as he stuttered and scrambled, trying to think of a proper response.

“I can tell you like them chifuyu, you’ve been staring at them ever since we stepped into the house.” chifuyu shuts his mouth, face turning a light shade of pink.

“they’re mean, rude, and annoying. you’ll never survive with them constantly nagging by your side.” baji sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, almost as if he was relieving said experience again. The blonde male nodded and promised his friend that he’ll give up on pursuing his sister from then on. 

Soon, night falls and chifuyu was about to head out the front door when he was stopped by a soft voice calling out to him from behind. Chifuyu blushes, instantly recognising who it was.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to mine and keisuke’s bickering.. Here, take these as a form of apology from me and keisuke.” the flustered boy turns and reaches for the gift, which was a bag filled with snacks and cat treats. 

“Oh! Keisuke told me all about peke j, hope he likes the treats too.” you said sheepishly, giving chifuyu a smile, to which he feels like he’s gonna start melting from how adorable you look.

“T-thanks! I’m sure he’ll like them too!” the poor boy stuttered, free hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. 

You giggled, nodding at him, “have a safe trip back home!”

You wave as he steps out of your house, waving back at you. Once the door closes, chifuyu clutches his shirt, heart beating quickly as his face felt warm. Maybe… he could afford breaking that promise to baji. 

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[moderninfatuation]

hello! :) feel free to ignore this ask if it doesn't suit you!

i'm wondering if you can write male!reader x ethan winters, where they are inside their home duringna tough storm, cuddling on the couch with the TV on. make it with extra fluff please! thank you, and have a nice day!

note: oh my god i love ethan. im gonna be honest: i debated making this blog ethan-centric simply because i think there isnt nearly enough x reader content featuring him :( thats THE man, THE guy and i wish he got as much attention as other characters from the series. (sorry for gushing, it will happen again)

the only issue with this is that it is mostly gender neutral except for maybe 2 instances - i hope that's alright, its definitely something i need to work on, because i didnt see many opportunities to push gendered writing in this one.

you have a nice day as well! im glad i can finally write, i need more weekends :')

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Movie Night

character: Ethan Winters

tags: sfw, male!reader, married, horror movies, sleepy, domestic, thunderstorm

word count: 1182

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The world was just beginning to fade into a hazy blur of warmth and background noise coming from the TV before the rumble of thunder outside your family home brutally snaps you back into your current time. 

You shift below the blanket you and your husband like to share to snuggle up closer to him, hand in hand with your arm pressing against his until each of you notice how warm the other is. He begins to dip his head until you can feel him resting against your shoulder, and his scarred, unoccupied hand begins to wander below the blanket until it finally rests on your thigh. “It’s not too scary, is it?” he whispers to you, certainly not referencing the storm roaring outside. The branches knocking against your window and the rustling of leaves rustling over your yard couldn’t bother Ethan less as long as he knows you’re home and holding onto his hand.

He seems more so interested in the cheap horror-flick the both of you chose for tonight’s movie night. Despite the questionable and outdated special effects, you can see his body do little twitches and sharp intakes of breath whenever an actor is jumpscared along with the audience, reaching for the popcorn bowl in his lap so he has something to hold except for you. While his eyes were glued to the screen with his knuckles resting against his lips in a subconscious effort to soothe himself, you couldn’t help but drift off a little. Your eyelids are heavy after a long day of work, and napping against your partner would’ve been a dream come true if it weren’t for the ongoing thunderstorm. Lightning strikes once more outside, close enough to be audible, and not long after you finally muster up the energy to respond with “No, it’s alright, love…”. Truth is, the both of you enjoy trashy movies, even more so if they’re meant to scare you but end up making you laugh instead. You’ve only been so quiet because you’re actively fighting the urge to fall asleep against Ethan, especially now that his head is on your shoulder. 

Right next to your ear, Ethan hums in response. “I don’t know about you, but… this movie isn’t it.” He begins to mumble, shuffling closer to you on the couch, if that is even possible. By now, there is a whole third of the couch unused. “I don’t know… I guess B-class acting lost its appeal.” He explains, huffing out a little laugh at his own comment. You respond with an affirmative hum of your own. Before you can react, his face is buried in the crook of your neck, his cold nose pressed against your skin. Another minor detail to keep you awake, just what you need.

His hands begin to wander again, bumps moving across the blanket where his hands glide until you finally feel one of his palms on your stomach, then both of them wrapped around your waist in a loose hug. The wind howls loud enough to be heard over the TV by now - good thing you have a DVD player. The both of you could’ve gone to bed right away tonight if you relied on streaming services; the internet bid its goodbyes an hour ago, not long after the rain started. You probably wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for Ethan’s curses coming from his home office. No emails, no text messages, and there haven’t been any calls either. It really is just the two of you, now that Ethan’s boss can’t nag him.

“I’m getting tired, handsome…” he finally admits, and you can feel a smile stretching his lips right against your skin. Here, he feels safest, and you do too. “I’m not sure if I can last much longer. You?” You only respond with another hum, shrugging as far as Ethan’s body allows you. “Alright.” he whispers in response. “Let’s just… try to finish the movie. If we can’t, we’ll continue tomorrow.” You could also just go to bed right away, but it is way too comfortable to stand up right now, and the both of you are well aware. It feels like Ethan only wants to finish the movie tonight to have an excuse to stay pressed against you, to spend time with you… not that you mind.

A scream comes from the TV’s speakers, which has been happily babbling by itself for the past few minutes. “Thank god, finally.” Ethan breathes out as both of your heads turn towards the screen, eyes still drowsy. “I knew it. I’ve been waiting for this fucker to get offed since the beginning of the movie… christ he was annoying.” He says, partially muffled by the blanket around you two as the annoying character in question gushes bright red on screen, spraying and splattering in ways only liters of fake blood can. “Not sure why this guy is a fan favorite. His decisions are nonsensical, and now that things get serious, he runs? Yeah, great. leave the group behind. Way to go, dumbass.” While you can’t help but find your spouse’s half-hearted complaints and sass endearing, you’re too tired to respond by now. You only smile in response, readjusting your arm so it's wrapped around Ethan now, your hand close to his hip. You adjust the blanket so it covers his legs properly before you close your eyes, letting the dialogue and gentle buzz from the TV together with the rain pattering against your window take you under. The last thing you notice is Ethan’s wedding ring gleaming in the light coming from the screen.

It doesn’t take long for him to catch onto it. He chuckles as the movie’s hero almost comically fails to escape in every possible way, and as he turns to see your reaction, he finds your eyes closed instead and your lips curved in a satisfied smile. He lowers the TV’s volume and puts the remote and empty popcorn bowl down on the couch table as quietly as he can before getting himself more comfortable. He kisses your forehead goodnight, his cold lips barely grazing your skin to avoid waking you before he slides lower on the couch, curled up against your side with his face almost completely hidden by the blanket draped over the two of you. 

The credits begin to roll as only your soft snores and the rain can be heard. It’s dark by now, and if it weren’t for the people listed in the credits and the occasional car driving through the mud outside, Ethan could swear you’re the only people in the world right now. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, counting sheep replaced by the TV counting down the seconds in a little pop-up to know when it will shut itself off to save energy.

If it were up to him, he’d spend all day pressed up against his man like this, soaking up the heat emanating from his body and listening to his breathing slow down, overshadowed by the rain and Ethan’s own pulse in his ears.

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[lust4life01]

I wish I was your girl. chapter 1

First chapter is a little short, just to introduce the story and move it along! Set around the early seasons :) -please check out this post for warnings.

You dont know my mind.

Your head laid on House's bare chest, as his fingers drew soft circles on your shoulder, while you both listened to each other's heavy breathing from the highs you both just came down from.

Breaking the sweet silence, House couldn't help but ask a provocative question ruining the simplicity being held in each other's company.

“Are you sure you’re not a porn star?” He asks with a huge grin plastered across his face.

“Ha, ha, very funny. And anyway you'd be so lucky, old man.”

Your tone sarcastic yet playful as you try to hide the smile creeping onto your lips, while staring up at him with doe eyes.

House dramatically places a fist to his heart and lets out an exaggerated hiss.

“Ah, ouch! God I hope you weren't this mean to all your other bosses, or well pimps.”

“Mhm only the ones I was sleeping with.” You shot back immediately, earning you a proud smirk from him.

As he goes to get up to grab hisvicodin, and break from your touch, you let out a whine in protest, not wanting to feel the loss of contact.

“God, you're so needy, better keep you away from Wilson. Actually speaking of Wilson he's meeting me here in about half an hour, and quite frankly I wouldn't like to sit and explain why a member of my team is on my couch in her underwear.

You can't help but take his last statement to heart, you knew it was stupid as you were sleeping with Greg House, what more were you expecting? However the desire to be more than a fuck buddy had been creeping up on you lately and you simply wanted more. Was you just an employee with a nice set of tits and a nice arse to him?

“Actually, I was thinking maybe it wouldn't be terrible if people knew about us.”

You lowered your head and your voice was quiet and consumed with seriousness. House didn't reply for a few seconds until you lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“What? You can't be serious.”

After a moment he realised you in fact were not joking and let out a frustrated laugh.

“Oh my god. I don't see how you dont think its a terrible idea, (y,n), we agreed that we would just have great mindless sex, no strings attached. Why ruin that?”

He was defensive which just pissed you off even further.

You became more enraged and hurt the more you thought about the words spilling from his harsh mouth.

“That was then, this is now. Maybe I don't want to be your dirty little secret, who is chucked out everytime there's a threat of someone seeing us, forever. I'm not asking for the moon here House, I just don't see why you're so scared of a little commitment.”

“Yeah well maybe I didnt think by fucking you I was signing up to be husband for god sake. Did we sign a prenup?”

House's voice was mean as he spoke and his hand rested on his forehead out of frustration.

You let out a scoff of shock and disgust.

“Fine. I won't be bothering you anymore, you know unless a patient is dying, if that's even worth bothering you for.”

As fast as the words travelled out your mouth, so did your clothes appear on your body and feet step out of his apartment.

Tears filled with rage brimmed and finally spilled from your sad eyes once outside his apartment door. Thankfully spilling outside of House's sight despite them threating to stream from your face as soon as his vindictive words hit you.

— 2 days later —

Hostility wasnt near close enough to explain the feeling and tension between you and House. Snide comments and brooding stares were exchanged but other than the differentials and generally doing your job you didn't speak or acknowledge House.

House was being more of an ass than usual and it was obvious the team were starting to pick up on it as for the past couple of months he had seemed relatively happy. They ultimately knew there was no point trying to figure out Greg House.

Your best friend Foreman on the other hand had no problem trying to figure out why you had been acting strange. He was worried you might be slipping back into past habits.

He came to look for you while you were in the common room, where you were finishing up paperwork but mainly hiding away.

“Hey, how come you're in here instead of the office?”

He asks the question already knowing the answer, he just wanted to know why exactly you were hiding away,

Feeling slightly defensive not wanting to unload all your problems and thoughts on to your best friend, you did the only thing you could think to do. Lie.

“Um, I don't know, it's just quieter I guess. You gonna join me?”

You try to give him a convincing smile, although it definitely didn't work all that well.

He let out a sign of slight annoyance seeing straight through your lies, not understanding why you weren't being straight with him.

“Quit the bullshit (y,n). I can tell somethings up with you. You've hardly been yourself and believe me I know when somethings bothering you.”

You hated shutting Foreman out but you couldn't be arsed to explain that the reason you had been distant was because Greg House only saw you as a cheap fuck. I mean it's pathetic.

“Okay, yeah i've been a little off lately and im sorry, totally nothing of your doing. I just stopped seeing this fling but i don't know I was delusional to want to take it further. It's dumb really.”

He nodded his head to make sure you knew he was listening before finally giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Not to sound like a jerk but yeah that is pretty dumb. But he'd have to be even dumber to not want you.”

He let out a chuckle and you smiled trying to act like you agreed, despite knowing it was far deeper and more complex than you let on.

“Look, come for a drink with the team after work. Have a few drinks, or a few kisses and forget about whatever idiot you were screwing.”

You nodded your head in agreement.

I mean sure you know that getting out will dull the hurt you feel but the alcohol will only spur on your self destructive manic side.

What could possibly go wrong?

[sucker4sixx]

Cold kitchen counter

Recycled from a fic i made in 2023!

Plot: nikki shows you how a real man fucks

Warnings: degradation, hard smut

"Fuck!" You gasped as nikki slowly pushed his dick further into you "shut up, slut" he grumbled, grip on your neck tightening.

Nikki had invited you to a band party for the first time ever, exited to show you off to his friends. Through the night you found yourself talking to tommy alot, just a coincidence, none of the other boys were really that fun to talk to. "Scuse us" you hear from behind you, nikki grabs your wrist tightly and practically drags you out the party "get in" he demands, still opening the door for you like a gentelman. The first few minutes no words were said untill "you think i wouldnt notice you fawning over tommy?" "What?" Nikki scoffed dramatically and rolled his eyes "cmon babe you were only talking to him the whole night" "because none of your other friends are interesting" he sped up the car significantly faster "stop lying" he grumbled...

The cold kitchen counter caused you to arch your back even more as he plowed into you, his length never got easier to take. Especially when he didnt prepare you. You opened your eyes to catch a glimpse of him, he was sweaty, strands of hair dangling above your face a angry look took over the usually playfull face. "Do you think tommy could fuck you like i can?" He asks, catching your eyes in contact. When you gave no awnser he hoisted you into a sitting position by his had that still wrapped around your neck like a choker. "Well? Are you going to awnser me or not?" A moan escaped your lips in response, hes so fucking hot when hes angry. "no daddy no one can fuck me like you can" he raised his brow as if to say 'continue on' "especially not tommy"

As he stormed into the house you walked behind him quietly, not sure how to apologise for something u didnt do. "Clothes off, now" he demanded, taking his jacket off and flinging it onto the couch "what?" "Cmon, let me show you how a real man fucks" no more questions were asked, since you would practically beg him for sex if you could, and you took off your clothes fast while he did. Once both nude he walked up to you and kissed your neck harshly...

Gently he lay you down on the counter, letting go of your neck "good girl, now let me fuck you so hard that you wont be able to breathe" a smile grew on your face, waiting to be drooling and blissed out. With a fast movement he thrusted into you continuously with a speed you never felt before, a thumb coming down to play with your clit only adding to the screams that you barked out. "Fuck nikki slow down" you begged, instead of listening like he usually would he just sped up the movements on your clit "you dont deserve it" you sighed dramatically through moans, knowing you were close to cumming but he was no where near.

You legs shook and your heat throbbed around him making him moan loudly "fuck baby, you look so pretty when im stuffing you up with my fat cock" that only pushed you to the edge, unable to moan or even see "good girl, cum around my cock. Its all your good for" loudly you done as he asked, releasing yourself around him but he didnt bother stopping "nikki.. please stop" you cried, a tear rolling down your cheek from over stimulation and your body limp "on your knees" he ordered pulling out from you. You dragged your sweaty, naked body off the counter and got on your knees infront of him. He pumped his fat cock in his hand infront of your face, groaning louder than you ever heard. Your cum and his sweat creating a lubricant "open up" he groaned, letting go of his dick, intentionally slapping it against your cheek.

You wrapped your lips around his tip but he clearly wasnt feeling up to being teased so he grabbed your hair and forced himself down your throat "oh shit baby" he winced, you looked up at him while he towered over you, mouth hung open and eyes blurry. He continued to fuck your throat harshly letting out load moans and curses "im so close honey" his voice was gritty and dark. With a harsh tug on your hair to pull you off him he grabbed his dick pumping it in your face "let me cum on you baby, please" you nodded feverishly to give him permission to do so, he jerked himself at his tip to bring him close.

Without warning he shot his hot load onto your face making you jump alittle.

Afterwards he fell to his knees infront of you, both sitting naked infront of eachother only one soaked in the others cum. You started laughing which set him off too "i knew you weren't flirting with him baby" he whispered as if you both had to be quite "i just wanted to show you that i can fuck you better than anyone else" you leaned in to kiss him but he flung himself back with a screech "i am not kissing my cum sorry, lets clean you up"

After nikki helping you walk to the bathroom and cleaning your face he took you to the bedroom where u both lay exhausted. You groaned in pain "fuck babe that was hot" you laugh into his neck "well you know, im just good at what i do"

[thegoober010]

HELLO! PAW PRINT ANON IS BACK!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE ONESHOT!!! IM GOING INSANE ITS SO GOOD!!!

I have a bit of a different request this time! (It’s not Mettaton, I know, shocking.)

Could you do some Sans x reader headcanons? Preferably hurt/comfort if thats alright :33

IF IM SENDING TOO MANY REQUESTS PLEASEEE DO SAY SO!! I DONT WANNA OVERWORK YOU!!!

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AAAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <333!!!

AND ITS TOTALLY FINE PAW PRINT ANON MWEHEHHE DW I LOVE DOING REQUESTS <333!!! AND OMG ITS NOTR METTATON RELATED!!!?!??!? shocking!!! absolutely BAFFLING!!

JKJK LMAO OFC I CAN DO THIS :)!! IT WOULD BE HELPFUL FOR NESXT TIME BTW LIKE WHAT TYPE OF HURT LIKE IF THE READER GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM OR MAYBE THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER A BREAKUP OR IF THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER RELAPSING, AN ED, OR SUM THATD BE HELPFUL FOR NEXT TIME BTW <33!! IMA JUST DO IT THAT THEY HAD A BAD DAY AT WORK TODAY THE READER WORKS AT LIKE GRILBYS OR SUM TEEHEE

SANS X READER HERE WE GOOO 🗣🗣🗣

TW/CW -> None really- Just a depressed reader!

word count -> 1k/1164! I didnt write as much on this post sorry!! im pretty tired rn its 1:15 am where im at rn LMAOOO

"Are you alright?"

Fuck your life, you just came back to the house after a long, grueling, shitty shift. You were so tired you almost collapsed onto the snow before you even made it home. You just wished it was peaceful for once, that you didn't feel burnt out, overwhelmed all the time, you just wanted to sleep and never wake up, maybe then you wouldn't feel so tired. As you opened the door you placed your bag on the couch and made your way to San's room, who was not only your best friend but your boyfriend as well. He always helped you, even though you didn't particularly enjoy talking about your feelings to him especially on nights like this he was always there for you, always making sure you were okay and took care of yourself and had a good rest after these long days. You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to his room until you realized. "Fuck he's not here." You grumbled. You rubbed your temple as you sat on his bed, you were stressed and you needed him. Why can't he just be there for you? Why does he always have to be off somewhere else and then appear late whenever you need him. It pissed you off even more, you knew you were thinking irrationally, he was always there for you it's only a few times where he can't be and is busy, you were just too stressed to think properly though, too stressed to even think about anything else besides how badly you just need someone to help you out right now. You crawled on top of his bed, covering yourself with the blanket. The shift was honestly terrible, many customers were overly rude at Grilby's today, mostly newcomers, and it was so damn busy you couldn't really do much about those people/monsters, you were so frustrated by all the orders and all the insults thrown your way, in fact you got way less tips than usual which caused you to be even more upset, money wasn't much of a problem but come on! Tears swelled up in your eyes from all the built up frustration from not just this shift, but all the past shifts that were almost the exact same situation, you hated working on those days and how underemployed that place was because you had to work twice as hard due to that as well.

After a good 10 minutes of you laying on the bed, muttering to yourself about all the stuff that happened and about how much you just needed someone for once and crying silently, you heard the door creak open. You wiped away your tears quickly with the blanket, shifting slightly and pretending to fall asleep. You knew it was sans and if he sees you like this he'd ask, and you don't want to bother him with any of your problems. "I know you're not asleep." Sans said walking up to you, he sat on the bed near you. "What happened?" he asked. You let out a sigh as you hugged the blanket tighter. "I don't want to talk about it." You grumbled, your tone annoyed with a hint of sadness. Sans stared at you for a bit before fixing your hair. "Are you sure? I mean you've been coming home more upset than usual, is work alright? Anything happening?" Sans questioned, his tone of voice growing more concerned. You furrowed your brows as you could feel the corners of your eyes sweet up with tears once more. You covered yourself with the blanket, not even daring to look at Sans. "Stop it, just STOP. I told you I'm fine! You don't have to pry into every little detail of my life I just want you here with me I don't want you digging into this I told you I'm fine, I just wanted you here with me, fuck." you yelled at first, calming your voice down as to not wake up Papyrus and to try to calm yourself down. Your voice cracks, you didn't really mean to come off as rude, you're just tired, you don't want him to get worried or to try and fix your problems, you just want him there with you, to give you a hug or just give you comforting words, you don't want him prying too much into this, you don't want him getting worried.

Sans seemed taken aback by your remark. He stayed quiet for a bit before nodding, he understood how you felt. Everyone has different ways they deal with this situation and how they want others to react, some want others to pry into their life and try to help solve their problems, others just want them to be there with them during this but not get too involved in the situation and many other things, everyone reacts differently to this much stress. Of course he was a bit shocked and to be honest a little hurt by your words but he knows you're just stressed and don't mean to be rude. He truly does understand, he knows how you feel, so he will be there for you. "You're obviously not fine, but I understand you don't want me to be involved in the situation, you just want me to be there for you, I understand." Sans replied, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before laying with you on the bed. He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms behind his head. "Take some deep breathes, that usually helps with stress, and make sure to sleep well." Sans said, you nodded. "Come on, let's take a few deep breathes." Sans said, you rolled your eyes but it does usually help. You did as he said and took a few small and quick deep breathes, trying to make the tension in your body disappear and just try to relax. "Feeling any better?" Sans asked, you shook your head no which caused him to chuckle a bit. "Yeah I kinda thought so. Deep breathes won't immediately make you feel bette but it helps with tension, for now just rest, cry if you want, I'm here for you alright... I won't judge you for being emotional okay. I love you too much for that." Sans said giving a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You nodded, you turned your head to face him and give him a small smile. "I appreciate that.." you muttered, he gives you a quick nod. "No need to do that, just rest, I'm here for you. No matter what happens remember that okay, I'll always be here for you." Sans replied, he wrapped an arms around you, pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you moved closer to him, you closed your tired eyes and felt yourself slowly start to fall asleep in his arms. He kept his arm wrapped around you and watched you slowly fall asleep.

"Sleep well, I'm here, okay."

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

I Can't

I wrote this while listening to What Was I Made For? from Barbie, and I think it's very fitting. If you saw the original title for this no you didnt.

CWs: bbu, ocd, referenced noncon, blood, suicidal ideation, grief, jesse makes a choice, immediate follow up to this

Masterlist

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Mrs. Perez looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her hands flew over her mouth before she quickly looked every which way, eyes wide.

Heat flooded Jesse’s cheeks. He swallowed, pushing himself into a crouching position. It was the best he could do. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Perez,” he said hoarsely. His throat ached. “I’m so sorry. I’m -- I’m going home now. I’m sorry to bother you.”

He didn’t even take one step before Mrs. Perez was out the door, arms around him and practically holding him up.

“What happened to you?” she asked, horrified.

He shook his head, trying to pull out of her grasp. This was a huge mistake. “Nothing. Her grip on his arm tightened and he froze instinctively, lowering his head.

“Jesse,” she said urgently. “Look at me. What happened to you?”

Tears blurred Jesse’s eyes as he looked at Mrs. Perez. He felt his face crumple slowly, chin dimpling and eyebrows furrowing. A huge sob escaped him at the same time his knees gave out. He felt Mrs. Perez struggle to shift under him and take on more of his weight. An apology was at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t speak around his cries of heartache and pain.

Once inside, Mrs. Perez set him softly on the couch. He winced, gritting his teeth as he adjusted himself.

Mrs. Perez left and then appeared back in his line of vision with a glass of water, which he drank hungrily, gasping for air. She sat next to him, taking the glass when he tried to stretch and set it on the coffee table just out of reach.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, exhaustion taking over.

Mrs. Perez said nothing, just looking at him up and down. She sighed. “Okay Jesse. Do you want to talk first, or get cleaned up first?”

“Cleaned up?”

“Well, honey, you’re clearly in a lot of pain. I can see some injuries, but I can’t see them all. Can I run you a bath and fix some of them?”

His eyes welled with new tears, and Jesse tried his best to wipe them away. He twisted his collar around four times before answering. “Yes please.”

Luckily Mrs. Perez had a guest bathroom on the first floor, not far from where they were sitting. She helped Jesse up from the beige couch, and he paled when he saw the blood stains he left behind.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Perez,” he rushed. “I -- I’ll clean it for you. I can clean it, I’m so --”

“Hush,” she ordered, helping him take the steps to the bathroom. He stopped his protests, only because he had to grit his teeth to keep quiet.

The bath was already full, the water steaming. Jesse kept his eyes on the ground. He slept through the morning, so now he had to avoid mirrors the rest of the day to ensure the girls’ safety.

“Can you undress yourself?”

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“Can you even undress yourself?” Mrs. Bakeman laughed. Jesse tripped over his pants, hands shaking. 

He preferred when she did it. When she ordered him to, it felt like he was being marched to his own death. An unseen force forcing him to his own demise, laughing at the humiliation of making him strap himself to the electric chair.

He hesitated for a moment, hands hovering over the waistband of his boxers.

“Stop stalling,” she demanded, suddenly angry, “and get over here. Now.”

Jesse closed his eyes and pushed them to his feet, closing his eyes as he felt her gaze wash hungrily over him. The shame never went away, no matter how many times he’d done it.

“Yes, Heather,” he breathed.

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“Please,” he begged, eyes shut tight.

“Jesse,” Mrs. Bakeman said. “You’re right here with me. In my bathroom.”

He hated when she took him in the shower. The shower was his only safe space afterwards, and if she was there... it was ruined. He had no safety afterwards. Nothing helped.

“Okay,” he whispered, stealing himself for what was bound to happen.

“No. Jesse, open your eyes.”

He would cry if he opened his eyes. She got so mad when he cried. Couldn’t she wait until they were in the shower and couldn’t tell the difference? He repressed a sob.

Be good. Be good. Be good. Be good.

Jesse opened his eyes. To his horror, tears fell immediately, blurring the brown walls and beige tile.

But the bathroom wasn’t brown, it was white. Gray walls and white tile. He took comfort in the gray, staring at it when he was being hurt and used and reminding himself again and again that there’s color, look at the color, it’s not just white, you’re not there. Just be good be good be good be good --

Mrs. Perez smiled in front of him. “It’s me Jesse. You’re in my house. Can you hear me?”

Jesse felt himself nod.

“I’m sorry I said something that put you off. Do you want to wait on the bath?”

He shook his head. The blood was drying and sticky, reminding him with every movement what had happened. He wanted it gone. He wanted it all gone. He cleared his throat, pushing aside his overwhelming anxiety. “Help me please.”

He looked at the walls, at the patterned shower curtain, at the aged brown hands gently easing him out of his sweatshirt. Anything to remind himself who he was with.

Jesse’s face reddened with shame when she pulled down his pants. He knew he was covered in bruises. Blood. Everything the guests left on him. His repulsiveness and lack of worth was on full display. 

“Into the bath.”

It was near agonizing, lowering himself down that far and then sitting on the hard porcelain. He waited for the heat to relax his tense and sore muscles, sighing in relief when Mrs. Perez began to pour water over his chest and back.

Jesse craved this. This tenderness. The mercy, the compassion. Everything inside him ached and yearned for this very thing, and he had no living memory of ever receiving it. His heart twisted in grief.

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“Okay, messy boy. Tilt your head up and close your eyes.” He did, but a protective hand still worked as a barrier on his hairline, ensuring no stinging soap got in his eyes.

“Mom, look! I’m an old man!” he announced, holding his wrinkled fingers in the air.

“You’re the cutest old man I ever did see!” she laughed. “Okay, one more time.”

“Mo-om! I don’t want you to wash it again!”

“You should’ve thought about that before you swam in the mud. Come on, close your eyes.”

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Jesse gasped and opened his eyes at the sharp pain in his head. Tears streamed down his face. He blinked, wiping away his tears. His fingertips were wrinkled.

“Are you alright?” Mrs. Perez asked. He nodded wordlessly. “Come on.”

After his visible wounds were taken care of she helped him dress in a too-large pair of pajama pants and hoodie that she explained belonged to her late husband. It was strange. No one had ever helped him put clothes on before.

Jesse sat on a couch in the den this time, insisting she put down a towel first.

She sat across from him, hands in her lap, unspeaking.

Jesse twisted around his collar four times. He sang Abi’s favorite song in his head. Did he turn off the oven? No the oven wasn’t on today. Did he knock into it when he was in the kitchen? Is the entire house burned to the ground? He took a deep breath.

“Do you smell smoke?” he asked anxiously.

Mrs. Perez shook her head. She pursed her lips. Jesse took another deep breath.

“I’m not letting you back in that house,” she stated.

Jesse’s chest flooded with heat. Cold, icy hot heat. It burned. “What?”

Mrs. Perez leaned forward. “Jesse. I know what happened. I -- I’m sorry to say that I know it’s been happening. And I’m ending it. You’re not going back.”

Jesse shook his head as she spoke, panic starting to claw at his insides. “No. No, I have to go back.”

She knitted her brows, her gaze holding so much sympathy and pity it almost hurt to see it. “You don’t.”

“Yes, I have to!” he begged

“Then why did you come here, honey? If you wanted to go back?”

He put his head in his hands. “I don’t want to,” he wept. “I don’t want to go back at all. But I have to.” He heard Mrs. Perez stand, her sure footsteps thumping dully on the rug. Her weight settled next to him, an arm wrapping around his shoulders.

“You remember what I told you before.” It wasn’t a question. “The children will be okay.” She ignored his trembling shoulders and shaking head. “You can’t keep living like this. You can’t go back there to be tortured and I won’t let you. You don’t owe those people anything.”

Jesse wiped his face, looking at Mrs. Perez with red and stinging eyes. He was so tired. “No,” he relented. “But they’re all I have. All I have in the whole world. I -- I was made for them. I told you that I’m all they have, but that’s not true anymore. But they will always be all I have. All I will ever have. They -- they’re my girls. I love them more than anything, Mrs. Perez, and that’s not just -- just because I’m their boxboy. It’s because they’re the only thing that’s been keeping me going ever since I arrived in that forsaken house.” Jesse sobbed, taking the hand that was offered to him and clinging to it like a life line. “I can’t leave my entire world behind,” he whispered. “I can’t leave them.”

Mrs. Perez held to him tightly. “Jesse… I understand. Now please try to understand me. You came here because you know that I can help you get out. You want help. You need help. I cannot send you back into that house to be abused. I cannot send you back to be tortured. Because this,” she indicated to his suffering body, healing scars and bruises, “this is torture. What they did to you is torture. And it’s my greatest heartbreak that I couldn’t end it when I knew it was happening. But you came to me. And I’m ending it now.” 

She slowly raised a hand and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. Jesse didn’t know why either of them bothered.

“I understand what you’re saying about the children. I really do. But please. They are not all you have. Especially not if you trust me enough to do this. I know you don’t want to continue the life you’re living. If you let me help you, you will lead a new life. One worth living. One free of pain. One that you make yourself. One where you have more.”

He swallowed, gasping for air. It hurt to cry. Everything throbbed, inside and out. Jesse’s misery was suffocating. His suffering never ending. It would never get better for him. The only people that made his life worth living were so fleeting in their presence. Every other moment alive only made him want to die.

“I don’t know how,” he choked out mournfully.

“You won’t be alone.”

“I’ll miss them.”

Mrs. Perez rubbed his shoulder where she knew it wouldn’t hurt. “They’ll miss you. And you will both carry on, knowing the other is safe. It’s worth it, Jesse.”

He was being crushed. He wanted to be crushed. Living was too difficult. Being him was too difficult. And the thought of going back inside that house was the worst part of it all.

Jesse nodded. “Okay.”

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[watermelonsugarslut]

Okay this is my first time writing anything, especially smut. So I’m sorry it it sucks haha. Anyways enjoy.

Lawyer AU

Warnings: smut, size kink, daddy kink, PIV, spanking, unprotected sex.

Word count: 2.8K

Harry has always been a hard worker. Being one of the top lawyers in all of London didnt come easy, he had to put in the work. It’s said that Harry could get anyone to confess, he could get the sky to admit it was magenta.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to come home from work in the evening and see him sitting on the couch slaving away at his computer. He would often come home from the firm and continue where he left off,

cramming in information desperately trying to piece cases together.

He was wonderful to observe- so focused on the task at hand. Brows furrowed in thought, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose (a personal favorite for you. Something about Harry in glasses never failed to get you aching and riled up). Still clad in his work clothes, white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Tie off resting on the table, top buttons unbuttoned displaying his tattoos hidden beneath.

Though him being a hard worker had its many pros; you not having to work as much and worry about bills, Harry spoiling you with anything you could ever dream of. It had its cons too. Your sex life was incredible, Harry knew your body better than you, but sometimes you felt a little neglected when he’d be working all the time. It’d resort to you standing in front of him naked- seeing how long it took for him to notice, and acting like a brat to get his attention.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The past few days you Harry had been extremely busy, more so than usual. He is the head of this new criminal case that could really be a big break for him. He’d been staying later at the office, not coming home till way past midnight, only to leave again at 6:00am. You tried hinting at him that you missed him, sitting next to him on the couch, rubbing his bicep and kissing on his neck. Only for him to respond with, “not right now lovie, I’m busy.”

You were fed up, and quite frankly hornier than ever. You got home from work around an hour ago to find Harry in his tan suit and glasses sitting on the couch with his computer- working tirelessly on his case, yet again. You kissed him on the cheek and greeted him, “Hi my love,” he only hummed in response, not even bothering to look up at you. This irritated you, you let out a frustrated sigh and set your stuff down and took off your shoes before walking to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom deciding to take a bath.

As you’re getting your belongings ready for your bath, an idea pops into your head.

You fill the bath with warm water and drop in a ‘sex bomb’ bath bomb to try and set the mood. You sit yourself into the tub after the bath bomb dissolves and your muscles release instantly, “mhm,” you moan at the warmth. Once you’re situated you decide to text Harry, “missed you today.” His read receipts are on but he doesn’t reply, you roll eyes and move on to plan B.

With Harry there are rules and the most important rule is to never touch yourself, which has been incredibly difficult due to his recent neglect towards you. So you decide to push his buttons a little, since he won’t pay attention to you, maybe this will get him to.

You lean back against the tub and let your hand travel down your body starting at your neck. You bring it down over your tits and pinch your nipple a bit getting it to perk up. “Mhmmm,” you moan at the stimulation. A jolt of nerves rushes to your clit the more you fondle your nipple. You bring your hand down more, along your stomach all the way to your cunt. You close your eyes and bring your finger to run through your folds, already wet with need. You grab your phone with your other hand and snap a picture of your current position and sent it to Harry, “Daddy I need you.”

Harry hears his phone “ping” and looks down to see you sent him an image. He sighs and opens his messages to he a picture of you in the bath your hand on your pussy, nipples pert on your plump tits with your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He tenses and instantly feels the blood rush to his cock, his pants tightening in the crotch. “Fuck,” he curses aloud while palming his stiffening member through his slacks. He feels his heart drop, realizing that he’s been neglecting you, feeling like you had to break rules just to get him to pay attention to you again. “Poor baby,” he says to himself as he forms his response. You don’t need to know he feels bad, he’ll play along with the game you started.

You see the three dots in your messages signifying he’s finally going to respond.

“My poor baby missed her daddy huh? So much that she had to be greedy and stuff herself with her fingers instead of telling daddy she needed to be filled. Naughty girl breaking daddy’s rules like that, think you ought to be punished. Get out of that tub and get down here now.” You stare at the text in awe, happy that you finally broke him. Then realize you’re taking too long and get out of the tub and drain it before putting on one of his white dress shirts and black lace panties then you’re off down the stairs.

You walk over to where he’s sitting on the couch and see him with his leg crossed over the other and arms behind his neck as he leans back against the wall. He looks so stern and serious it makes you nervous, but also causes you to feel a bit a wetness drip out onto your panties.

“Come over here,” he says pointing to the space on the couch next to him. You hesitantly walk over and sit beside him, awaiting his next move.

“Is there anything you’d like to confess?” He asks you while holding eye contact, tilting his head a bit to the side.

You shake your head no but are met with more sternness, “use your words baby.

I’ll ask again, is there anything you’d like to confess,” he asks again.

“No daddy,” you say shyly, not wanting to own up to the fact you misbehaved on purpose.

“Oh really,” he asks taken aback. You nod in response but he lets that slide, “so you don’t want to admit to breaking daddy’s rules just to get attention from him because you’re a greedy little slut then right?” Color swells to your cheeks and you almost succumb to admitting when you decide against it and see how far you can push him. “I plea the fifth. I don’t want to incriminate myself,” you say with a humph as you cross your arms over your chest.

Harry stares at you a bit dumbfounded by your comment. Not expecting you to use his own craft against him. He scoffs, “excuse me?” He questions you.

“I said I plea the fifth daddy, I’m not going to confess to anything,” you smirk at him.

He glares a hungry gaze at you before replying, “I bet I can make you confess.” Your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of him fucking you into admission, you press your thighs together to get a sense of friction to your pulsing clit.

“Okay,” you throw back at him. “But I demand a lawyer,” you taut. You see something behind his eyes, “oh baby. Careful what you wish for,” he threatens.

He teaches for your arm to grab you to him but you quickly get up and sprint out of the living room and begin running around your house.

“Oh you’re gonna get it missy,” he threatens as he jumps up and chases you.

You go to run through the doorway into the foyer when he quickly blocks it and grabs you.

“Ahhh,” you shriek as he turns you around so your ass is flat against his hard cock and holds your arms behind you. He leans his head to the crook of your neck, his hot breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“Got you,” he taunts as he leads you back over to the couch in the living room.

He sits down on the couch and pats his knee, signaling for you to lay over his lap.

You reluctantly walk over and go to lay over his lap before he stops you, “ah ah,” he ticks. He grabs you by the hips and runs his hands up and down your legs before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down slowly.

“Gotta take these off first,” he says as he lets out a sigh when he smells your arousal.

“So wet already and we haven’t even started,” he taunts as he lays you over his lap.

“How maybe do you think you deserve?” He taunts.

“Um- 10?” You say a little unsure.

“I think my baby deserves more than 10 for breaking daddy’s rules and challenging him.”

“15?” You ask.

“Alright, 15 sounds good,” he says as he begins rubbing over your ass cheek.

“Count,” he demands as he brings his large ringed hand over your ass, a smack echoing through the room.

“One,” you choke out.

He brings his hand down again this time to your other cheek, jerking you forward and making you drip onto his leg.

“Two” you say with a moan and you shift in his lap to try and get some friction.

This continues for a while, slap after slap placed upon your cheeks until they’re bright red and marked with hand prints and you’re soaking his lap.

“Please daddy I’m so wet,” you say desperately after he finishes spanking you.

“What would you like me to do baby?” He asks acting like he has no idea what you want.

“Make me cum pleaseeee I need you inside me so bad,” you elongate emphasizing your neediness.

“Hmm and why would I do that he says,” and he begins running his hand up your pussy and spreading your lips with his two fingers. “Mmm” he moans at how soaked you are. “Completely oozing into my fingers right now.”

“Daddy please I took my punishment so well,” you beg trying to get him to crack.

“That’s because you like when daddy spanks you, isn’t that right baby,” he says as he plays around with your wetness but never actually shoving his fingers all the way into you.

“Please daddy, I’m aching for you. I need to stretched by your big cock. Please daddy please I can’t take it anymore,” you plead as tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“Okay baby, okay. Since you’re so needy for daddy’s cock and took your punishment like a good girl maybe I can make you cum,” he considers as he sits you up and turns you so you’re facing him sitting on his lap.

“Thank you daddy thank you,” you say ecstatically and you fondle with his pants trying to take him out.

“But I want you to confess.” He says, grabbing your hands from his pants and holding them out behind your back.

“What?” You ask confused and out of breath.

“I want you to confess, and then I’ll make you cum,” he says matter-of-factly, hands still holding yours in place.

“But I-“

“Not buts,” he cuts you off as you roll your hips on his lap grinding your wet pussy onto his covered cock, desperately trying to get any sort of friction you can.

“You confess and I’ll make you cum. As simple as that,” he says as he lets go of you hands and leans back against the couch with his hands behind his head for the second time today.

You sit there a bit dumbfounded for a minute, shocked at what had just happened. Not sure what to do next.

“Well are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to admit to daddy that you’re a greedy slut?” He asks.

“Answer me doll,” he snaps as he pinches one of your nipples when you don’t answer him in time. Making you flinch and roll your hips on him again.

Your clit is throbbing, your pussy aches so bad you can’t think straight. You’re sweaty, overstimulated and your ass is on fire. You really need to cum, so you decide to back down.

“I’m a greedy slut,” you admit softly as you look him in the eyes.

“What was that?” He asks wanting you to say it louder.

“I’m a greedy slut,” you say again, louder this time.

“Good girl,” he says, and you jerks his hips up, pushing pressure into your clit.

“Mmmm,” you moan at the stimulation.

“Since you were a good girl and confessed, I’ll make you cum now,” he says and he unzips his pants and pulls down his underwear. “Ah,” he moans as his cock springs free and slaps back against his stomach, rock hard as can be and leaking pre cum.

“You ready baby?” He asks as he lifts you up and runs his cock through your folds, but not quite pushing into you yet.

“Please daddy no teasing,” you whine, wanting to get to the point.

“Okay baby, let’s fill this tight pussy to the brim. Hopefully you can all of me,” he teases as he pushes into feeling you instantly contract around him.

You both moan out at the sensation.

“Daddy it feels so good,” you say as you moan, gripping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head into his neck.

“I know baby, I know. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you okay.” He states as he begins thrusting up into you.

“Ughhhhhh,” you moan deeply feeling him brush up against your g-spot, biting down on his shoulder.

“You like that princess? Did I hit your spot,” he groans out as he does it again and again.

“Daddy I can feel you in my stomach,” you yell as you grab one of his hands from you back and press it to your stomach.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as you push his hand down, feeling his cock in you.

He begins increasing his pace, fucking into mercilessly now.

“Ugh daddy, it feels so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” you say as you clench down on him.

“Go ahead baby, want you to soak my cock,” he says increasing his pace.

You feel the bubble inside of you grow with every trust against your g-spot. The friction becoming too much. You throw your head back as the bubble pops and your orgasm takes over. Squirting all over his cock as he continues. “Daddyyyyy!” You scream out as you ride out your high, Harry still thrusting into you at the same pace chasing his own high.

“That’s my good girl, I’m almost there baby,” he says as he thrusts into you a few more times before getting a bit sloppy and exploding inside you. Spurts of his hot cum shooting into you. His thrusts come to a halt as he lays back with you still on his chest. He goes to remove himself from you but you stop him. Still too sensitive to change your positions.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he says when you finally catch your breath. “I’ve just been so busy with this case, I haven’t had the time.”

“I know,” you say ear pressed against his chest listening to his heart beat.

“I need to make more time for you, I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to touch yourself because I’m not giving you enough love,” he says as he moves a stray strand of hair behind your other ear.

“I love you,” you respond mind still hazy from earlier.

“I was planning on taking the money I get from this case, and maybe taking you to Europe for the summer,” he says with a smile as he looks into your eyes.

“That sounds lovely Harry,” you say as you kiss his collarbone.

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry again,” he rambles as he kisses the top of your head, arms wrapping around your back holding you close to him. Still very much inside you.

“It’s okay Harry, I know how important it all is to you,” you say lovingly, burrowing into him.

“Not as important as you are to me,” he responds.

You smile at him and say, “I love you.”

You sit in silence for a minute enjoying each other’s company before you say,

“hey I guess you really can get anyone to confess.” He chuckles at your comment shaking his head. You giggle at his reaction.

“Alright what do you wanna do for dinner?” He asks changing the subject after awhile.

[yuukei-yikes]

GLAD UR INTRIGUED BY MY KDMM CAT LORE. i have a lot of it 😁 (insane)

okay so kdmm have 4 cats: violet, lofi, megatron 3, and kido jr. kido named the former half, momo named the latter half

violet - small guy, black fur. pathetic sopping wet beast. he hides when guests come over. he always looks like the 🥺 emoji. he always makes this long high pitched meow like "meeeeeeeeee" whenever he's overwhelmed bc Everything overwhelms the poor guy. he sticks by kido's side bc they're calm and quiet. he loves momo but her energy can be a bit too overwhelming at times. momo's working on being more calm around him bc she wants him to be more comfortable around her. back to kido. violet follows him around everywhere. kido has to shoo him out of the bathroom when they go in and violet's outside the door making sad meows waiting for kido to finish. he's so overdramatic!!!

lofi - white fur, a bit bigger than violet. Crazy Ass. when kdmm first got him he was chill and normal for like. a day. then he showed his true colors. he loves fucking Jumping onto shit. knocks things off the table. kido and momo have to be So Careful to not put any glass in places lofi could reach and smack it off the surface it's on. he's so hyper and is always bothering the other cats at least kdmm can keep him under control with toys. for a while, that is. oh, and he has the job of getting rid of the mice that make their way into the house

megatron 3 - light gray fur, chubby. bigger than violet and lofi. the most mellow cat in the group. she's like. half awake all the time and it's funny. violet and lofi use her as a pillow. momo gave her her name bc she thought she'd be like lofi and be full of energy and having a badass name like megatron 3 would fit. bruh megatron 3 is the exact opposite of lofi. mega doesn't cause any trouble and she's so easy to handle, but if you try to wake her up from her naps she Will kill you. just let her wake up at her own time bro. kano learned that the hard way when he came to cat-sit for kdmm. she's also hibiya's favorite as she's easily approachable unlike the aforementioned cats and that helped him get used to being around cats again. oh yeah, and mega has a habit of trying to sleep on kido and momo's faces when they're laying on the couch! not cool bro!

kido jr. (my personal favorite. momo's too) - the biggest cat. green fur???? how???? anyways momo named her that bc she was literally like the cat version of human kido, but more cranky. kido claims he doesn't see the similarities between them and kido jr at All (denial). kido jr even has a tuft of fur that obscures her right eye just like kido did in their teen years. just like violet, she's also not a fan of guests coming over, even if it's the other dan members. she either hides with violet or she, glaring at them from behind a table/wall. menacingly. little freak. unlike the other cats, momo just found kido jr in an alley and took her home 🤷 kido didnt say shit bc yay more cats! kido jr absolutely does not fuck with hibiya bro. i think she can sense his cat hating energy or something. she's also protective of the other cats, especially violet, like the big sister figure of the group or something (yeah she is not beating the kido tsubomi allegations). speaking of her disliking guests, she cannot fucking stand kano. she'll come out of where she's hiding and just GLARE at him in the open. kano still loves to tease her so he'll dangle toys in front of her face and kido jr will just fucking kick his ass. deserved! kido jr also gravitates towards momo more than kido. like when momo's laying down or sleeping she'll go and rest on her chest. kido may or may not be a tad jealous of this. she still loves kido jr so much tho. oh and kido jr pissed on kano's shoes once.

kdmm usually have either kano or hibiya to cat-sit when they're out :3

ask is long so im putting my long answer under the cut :3 (i dont wanna make it a nightmare to scroll thru for myself) lots of pet headcanons under the cut. kidomomo & harutaka because... duh!!!!

OH MY GOOOOOOD CAT LOREEEE!!!! THE NAMES ARE EVERYTHING megatron 3 is my favorite. i have a kitty cat like that too. damn 4 cats.. well that's a lesbian couple alright. living the fucking dream

i feel like all the kidomomo cats would also have very bedazzled collars because momo can't be normal. kido gets home theyre like. erm. whatcha doing. and momo's with a headband to keep the hair out of her eyes and a very bright light like she's operating on something but she's gluing tiny rhinestones to a cat collar and she's like. nothing just listening to some podcasts. kido's like Okay Then. momo also dresses the cats. also is covered in scratches for completely unrelated reasons... maybe.

momo is a social media queen i think at least one of these cats is instagram famous if not all btw... right?? come on

kido is all into the Good cat environment so they're adding cat stuff everywhere. like invests in cat trees and little cat hammocks and even grabs some power tools to put up shelves on the walls for the cats to jump around in. momo sits there to watch them do it like 💗💗💗 but. momo would eventually step in because kido cant actually use power tools and their pride is very stained but hehe. pouring some lemonade for momo as she puts up shelves isn't that bad either. kido instead is the one impressed and sitting watching their gf be resourceful !!!!

hibiya having to move into a place with FOUR CATS is crazy. rip little guy.... i also hc kano as a crazy cat person and seeing u mentioned him a couple times IM GONNA ASSUME U DO TOO. i think kano has AT LEAST 5 cats and is always fostering some here and there!!! so there's at least like 10 cats at his apartment at all times and at least 5 are permanent kitty roommates. shintaro going to kano's and then momo's.. He's like im full of cat hair AND I DONT EVEN HAVE CATS!!!!

oh and of course haruka and takane. (pretends to be fucking normal) <- shintaro is also annoyed with this one he's like WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE A FUCKING CAT‼️‼️‼️‼️ hibiya is also like THATS WHAT IM SAYING‼️‼️‼️ well setomary have like a thousand dogs. can anyone have a normal amount of pets please. yes. haruka and takane do💗 1. one kitty cat.

anyways harutaka cat💗 i will yell back at u my hcs as some sort of offering since u also did with yours ALSO ITS MY BLOG I can talk about harutaka cat. i ALSO have a fancat (like a fankid but better bc its a cat) it is a black cat with long fur and her name is actor💗 Haruka names the cat. DUH. hes like Did you know cats sleep like 16 hours everyday. takane's like Why are you bringing that up as an answer to me asking WHY ARE YOU NAMING THE CAT AFTER ME. it is simple. takane = cat.

canon had haruka fall in a fountain bc he was so determined to pet a cat and i just... have got to translate that into haruka being a crazy cat person. the dream of his life is having a cat. he sits takane down like it's a matter of life and death he takes her hands he says they need to talk about something important he is ready for the next step he is ready to be a parent. takane almost kills him when he finally spits out PLEAAASE CAN WE ADOPT A CAT:3 but then they do💖

haruka is so insane about it he's really nervous and even whines while getting all the cat stuff bc he's like but takane!!! we havent even MET the cat yet how can we know what kind of litter it likes !!! or what kinda toys!!!! or what kinda food!!! takane is having the patience of a saint because they know how excited haruka is but also JUST BUY THE DAMN LITTERBOX

awwww but i do also imagine takane pretty excited too. yknow how takane remarks how nervous haruka got before the festival even tho he's usually really chill. and she was also very nervous but still keeps it together to help him calm down. i think its something like that. *punches wall cries all night* WHERES THE HARUTAKA STIMMING PIC

👆shittles

erm erm erm. yeah💖 takane is also excited i think it's them who choose the cat because haruka is like cat overstim. he wants to take all of them. he has cat toys lying around at home just to play around with the street cats. so walking into a shelter!?!?!?!? Mission impossible. takane's the one who sees the grumpy dusty ass ball of black fluff cat at the corner and is like. YOU.

erm. most spoiled cat in the history of spoiled cats. when she arrives immediately its fur gets all shiny and shit. 2 only children adopt their first pet ever = spoiled cat. it is simple. also they both work from home so they're ALWAYS THERE WITH THE CAT!!!!

and harutaka apartment = nap central btw. Haruka: GROUP NAP TIME STARTS IN 5!! everyone bring ur blankies. takane's like stop calling it group nap time its just us two. but then when they get the cat she has no more arguments. its group nap time bro. get in here. haruka's the kind to go looking for the cat to bring to bed. literally wakes it up from its own nap just to make it nap with him.

oh by the way the cat is kinda grumpy but super clingy like dont touch me but i can touch u💖 again. takane = cat. a lot like ur kido jr one. the same essence.

cat is especially clingy to haruka. he says its cuz he's her faaaavorite :3 and takane's like yeah because when she headbutts ur phone to make u put it down to get pets YOU DO IT and if shes asking for food when she shouldnt eat YOU DO IT and also YOU FEED HER FANCY EXPENSIVE ASS WET FOOD and when she's on ur lap and ur legs are totally asleep YOU LET HER STAY and ur generally just letting the fucking cat boss u around. haruka's like ........i'm her favorite though.

also the cat hates shintaro's guts bc i think that's funny. he cannot approach a hand without getting a hiss. it seems to be normal to ayano and others though. she's not particularly friendly and mostly doesnt care abt people. except haruka. she loves that guy. takane is ok too also takane SHOULD NOT ACT like it doesn't love cuddling with the cat. she does💖 NAP CENTRAL‼️‼️‼️Group nap time at harutaka apartment with the haru and the taka and a little cat. peace and love on planet earth

shintaro hears takane's complaining about haruka letting the cat boss him around and he's like. does she realize she's just describing her own fucking relationship with him. whatever. harutaka cat parents for real...

actor is no good with other cats so i doubt there would be a kidomomo cats playdate but im sure they make them videochat and the mekadan gc is generally FILLED with cat pics from kidomomo harutaka and kano. and dog pics from setomary. general any animals from seto. seto rly sends the most bizarre pics and everyone's like where even ARE YOU.

shintaro tries not to send tono pics bc when he does the whole groupchat will break for AT LEAST an hour because no one will stop sending bnuny. buyny. bunny.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Dirty Talk

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Day 29: dirty talk Warnings: degradation, blowjobs, leg humping

"How long will the others be out?" Roman asks, eyes turned towards the front door. Outside, rain poured, and every once in a while lightning struck, momentarily illuminating the otherwise dark living room.

The television was on, playing a movie that Roman had seen many times before, but it hardly provided much light during the current scene - one more dark and gritty. Roman craved the return of the sweet scenes with colour and light, so he'd suffer through the dark with a pout until they came on again.

Janus was curled up on the other side of the couch, a blanket draped over his lap, and a book in hand. Roman recognized it as one of Logan's books, identified easily by the sticky notes peaking out from between pages, no doubt covered in small lettering identifying parts of the book that Logan deemed interesting or noteworthy. Leaning forward slightly, Roman attempted to catch a glimpse of the title, but he couldn't manage.

"All Patton said was that they'd be back tonight," Janus responds, voice smooth as he flips a page. "Judging by how bad the storm has gotten, they might not even decide to do that. Virgil probably started freaking out the moment lightning struck."

"Do you think they're going to get a hotel?"

Janus sighs, as he closes the book over his thumbs, preserving his spot. "I don't know, Roman."

"Do you think we should call them and-"

Before Roman has the opportunity to finish his question, Janus shifts his position on the couch and kicks Roman's leg, Roman dramatically curling up into a ball and saying "ow! Meanie!" He's pouting, as he rubs the spot on his leg Janus had kicked, but Janus just rolls his eyes and sets the book on the coffee table, turning back to Roman entirely.

"Can you hush?" Janus states, as he stretches. After sitting idle for a long period of time, his body ached. "The others are probably fine. Pay attention to your movie or something; quit worrying about them." Upon seeing Roman's pout, Janus specifies "or at least quit vocalizing your worry. It's frankly quite annoying."

Roman whines out a protest, before he dramatically slumps over onto Janus's legs entirely. "But the movie is boring right now," he says, bottom lip jutted out in a point. "And I'm bored!"

Usually one of the others is able to distract him or entertain him for quite a bit of time, and even when they aren't around Roman can usually get wrapped up in his work to the point where he leaves Janus alone.

But, it seems that his wish for peace and quiet wouldn't be granted, as Roman whines and complains about a lack of stimuli while lightly pounding on Janus's legs similarly to the way a child would throw a tantrum.

"Pity," Janus hisses, as he kicks Roman away from his legs, before curling back up into a ball. His blanket had been discarded due to the movement, but before he could reach for it and toss it back over his lap, Roman crawls over the couch and fully rests his upper half on Janus's lap.

Janus never understood why Roman was so affectionate, even while complaining and pouting, and he didn't exactly know how to react. Pushing him off again would only result in Roman crawling back, despite the fact Janus didn't care that he was bored, and could honestly do without all the touching.

"Janus!" Roman whines, before he rubs his head against Janus's stomach, nuzzling him close in an attempt to cuddle him. Janus can't deny that he's very much enjoying the pure heat radiating of of the other, but he still let out an annoyed scowl as Roman then pleads "please, entertain me?"

With a scoff, Janus combs his hands through his own hair, clearly annoyed. However, knowing that Roman wouldn't quit bothering until he did, Janus sits up fully, stretching in an attempt to soothe the ache in his body from sitting still for so long.

Roman, sensing he'd convinced him, sits up fully too, excited by whatever idea Janus had or will come up with.

"What's your colour?" Janus asks, as he brushes off his lap, making it seem like Roman had some sort of disease that made Janus want to wipe away any potential germs. Roman flushes at his words, though, and ends up shyly looking away.

"Oh- oh. I didn't realize you'd want to do something so... so..." Roman stammers over his thoughts, clearly unsure of how to process the fact Janus wanted to do something sexual. "Well, to be frank, I didn't realize you wanted to have sex." His voice turns into a whisper as he nears the end of his sentence, clearly flustered by Janus's implications, but it just makes Janus roll his eyes.

"I take it that's a 'no,' then?" Janus asks, as he reaches for his book, although Roman immediately exclaims "no! I mean, no, that's not a no. Let me start over!"

He draws in a deep breath, desperately trying to will away the blush on his face, while also trying to sort out his thoughts, before he says "my colour is green. I just was caught off guard. Having sex is not what I expected to do tonight."

"And it's not what we'll do tonight," Janus replies, rolling his eyes yet again. "I'm not really in the mood to fuck you senseless." Roman's face turns a darker shade of red at Janus's bluntness, and he's convinced Janus phrased it that way on purpose judging by the way his lips quirked up in a smirk.

Roman scoots ever closer, staying cautious in case Janus decides to fluster him further, but Janus finally lets himself grin.

"I was thinking, how about you suck me off and shut up for a bit, and maybe, if I'm feeling up for it, I'll even let you come." Janus speaks smoothly, with confidence and smugness dripping from his words, and he pushes himself forward so that he's on his knees, face to face with Roman fully. He drags a finger under Roman's chin, and Roman leans forward, as if following it, eyes staring intensely into Janus's, much to Janus's delight.

Before Roman can even process what's happening, he's is sliding onto the floor, seemingly pleased with Janus's idea. He's nodding, still flustered, as he rambles "yeah- okay. Okay, that seems fun." It did seem fun. It wasn't what Roman was expecting by any means, but he asked for something to entertain him, and Janus was sweet enough to deliver.

Janus guides Roman to kneel between his legs, as he gracefully unbuttons his pants and tugs his boxers down just enough to pull out his cock.

He gives it a few strokes in order to work it to full hardness, and when he notices Roman staring, the words "what, see something you like, slut?" slip out of his mouth, sounding just as casual as if Janus was asking any other normal question.

And Roman's face is burning, as he swallows the spit in his mouth. That doesn't seem to satisfy Janus though, as his smirk falls into a slight frown. "I asked you a question, whore. Answer me," he grits out, moments later, and Roman shakes his head slightly, as if snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he apologizes, eyes glancing up at Janus who's looking down at him with intense eyes. Roman looks away, gulping, before he ends up looking back at Janus's cock. "Yeah- yeah I do. I like your cock," he answers, voice quiet and shy; a stark contrast to how loud and boastful Roman normally is. Admittedly, Janus likes how shy and easily embarrassed Roman is when it came to sex. It was different, and honestly quite cute.

"Good boy," Janus purrs, and Roman can't help the shiver of pleasure that courses through his body at the words.

He leans closer, and the tip of Janus's cock traces over his lips, and Roman's quick to open his mouth for it. Janus's cock slides into his mouth, and Roman has to resist moaning as the weight settles on his tongue.

Janus's fingers comb gently through his hair, although his words are a rough contrast, as he groans out "fuck, Roman. I like you so much better with your lips around my cock, like the good little slut you are."

Roman moans around Janus's length, before he takes more of it in, tonguing and sucking around the tip. It really is a mindless task, and it occupies Roman's mouth and gives his tongue something to do. His constant chattering and chewing on pen caps could have easily been replaced by sucking Janus off this entire time.

Maybe he'd ask to do this more often.

Stealing a glance up at Janus's face, Roman can see that Janus is relaxed against the couch, eyes gently closed and quiet moans slipping past his lips as Roman continues to lick and suck at his cock.

Roman takes it as his own pace, swallowing around the length as he leans in closer to take in more. The tip of Janus's cock rubs against the back of his throat, and as he gags, he leans back slightly. With just the tip in his mouth again, Roman's tongue runs over the slit, and Janus's fingers tighten in his hair, before Roman's head is moving back down.

He's taken up a slow pace, but he's focused on pleasuring Janus, and really focusing on the way Janus's cock felt in his mouth.

It's all he could really think about; the taste of precum dripping down his throat makes him moan, and he's quick to swallow what he can and suck eagerly in hopes more will be produced. As he takes in more of Janus's cock, he hums, trying hard not to gag this time. He wants to take it all, and as his nose presses against Janus's pelvic region, Roman can't help but moaning again.

Admittedly, he's hard just from sucking Janus off. His quiet moans are like music to Roman's ears, and he tries to discretely roll his hips against the carpet in hopes of relieving some of uncomfortable ache in his pants. His hands itched to undo his pants and stroke himself, but instead they settled on Janus's thighs, squeezing gently at the skin as he slowly bobs his head on Janus's cock.

It's relaxed, and compared to how rough Roman knew Janus could get, it was a nice change of pace. He was given full control, and was tasked with pleasuring Janus, and he was trying his hardest to do a good job.

"Good boy- my good little whore," Janus breathes, voice smooth and sweet, and Roman's closes his own eyes at the words, taking in the feeling of Janus's cock dragging across his tongue, the hand petting his head like he's a beloved pet, and Janus's words filling his ears. All the senses please him more, and he speeds up his bobbing slightly.

His hands tighten on Janus's legs as Janus moans out "fuck, Roman, I'm close."

It makes Roman shiver with delight, as he focuses primarily on driving Janus to come. His tongue laps over the slit, as he hums every time he fully deepthroats Janus's shaft. One of his hands fall from Janus's thigh, and instead moves to his balls, lightly squeezing and fondling them in an attempt to give Janus added pleasure.

With a light tug to his hair, and a groan of Roman's name, Janus suddenly comes in Roman's mouth. Roman chokes as he pulls back slightly, swallowing what he can in hopes nothing spills out and stains the carpet.

He wipes the remainder off his chin, before looking up at Janus with needy eyes. "Janus- Janus please get me off. I need to come so bad," he pleads, still pathetically humping the ground. Janus stares down at him, as if internally debating whether or not he'll let Roman come today.

With a sigh, though, Janus shifts his position slightly. He takes the time to tuck his cock back into his pants, before he moves one of his legs to rest between Roman's thighs.

"You can hump against my leg," Janus says, as if that's a privilege. "If you don't want to, then you won't be getting off at all tonight."

It was either humiliate himself or be stuck painfully hard and desperate until his boner sadly went away. Weighing both options, Roman found he'd much rather come that have to hold back entirely, so he leans against Janus's leg, face bright red as he very shyly grinds against Janus's shin.

"Ah-ah," Janus tuts, raising an eyebrow as Roman looks up at him. "Be polite, Roman. What do you say?"

Roman doubts his face can get anymore red than it is currently, and he stammers over his word as he looks away from Janus's face, overly flustered. Despite his embarrassment, he still utters "thank you, Janus," which earns Janus combing through his hair and responding with "good boy, Roman."

He keeps his head down and tucked into Janus's leg, whining softly as he gets slightly more confident with his grinding. He's rolling his hips repeatedly against Janus's leg, humping against him like a mutt in heat, and Janus compares him to such too.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he asks, although it's a rhetorical question. He doesn't expect Roman to answer, and he doesn't want him to either. "Grinding against me like a fucking dog. A stupid bitch. That's what you are; a fucking mutt."

Roman moans at his words, cock leaking in his pants, and he knows he won't last much longer. He's babbling out a mixture of Janus's name and incoherent noises, needing to do something with his mouth now that it's unoccupied again.

"Janus- Janus please," he begs, not exactly knowing what he's begging for. For a less humiliating way to get off, perhaps? Although it doesn't seem like Janus has changed his mind on that, as he starts moving his leg up in an attempt to match Roman's grinds down.

In doing so, Roman's head falls back in a pleased moan, as he grips tighter to Janus's leg. "Please!" he cries, face flushed and hair disheveled from Janus's hand constantly running through his locks, and as Janus admires his pathetic face, he notices that Roman's even drooling.

"Are you close, Roman?" Janus asks, and Roman can really only whine and nod as his forehead rests against Janus's legs. It makes Janus grin just seeing the way Roman's body trembled slightly. So overwhelmed from so little stimuli.

Smiling softly, Janus then purrs "come for me then, slut. Make a mess of your pants like the dirty whore you are."

And, well, Roman can't really disobey. Grinding a bit more against Janus's leg pushes him completely over the edge, and his head lolls back as he lets out a high whine and comes in his pants. He humps against Janus as he rides out his orgasm, before he slumps over completely, breathing heavily.

"Alright, Roman," Janus says, after a moment, causing Roman to look up at him, still breathing heavily. Janus holds his arms out as he moves his leg back, and Roman looks at him confused.

"Come cuddle," Janus then clarifies, rolling is eyes, although it sounds more like an order. It's a demand that Roman is happy to follow. Although somewhat uncomfortable feeling the dampness in his pants, he doesn't hesitate crawling onto the couch with Janus, and nuzzling up against his chest.

After all, they had all the time in the world to cuddle. The rest of the night, anyway, and they could probably manage to shower before the others got home. Hopefully, at least.

[akao-rion]

Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds

the room was humid and dim. the only light illuminating was the slightly open blinds on the opposite side of futon that laid below. the smell of sex lingered and gintokis arm wrapped around tsukuyos waist. he liked the way her hair smelled. he peppered small kisses from her neck to her arm. if they had the time he would go a second or even third round with her.

its been a while since he stopped by yoshiwara a city thats filled with vibrant life and people. hes not a sex crazed person but when the opportunity presents itself hes no better then a man.

the first time they hooked up was when he got a drunk visitor at his door. he was skeptic at the time because no one tends to stop by during late at night besides hasegawa who usually wants a drinking company and a place to sleep in the cold. to his surprise he saw a slighty tipsy tsukuyo, not drunk enough to fling him across the room but enough to be vulnerable. he never planned to go far especially when the girl was inebriated, but soon after tsukuyo started to sober up their actions became more intimate. at first they were seated across the room, gintoki watching tv while tsukuyo sobered up on the couch. she then moved close to him, closing the gap between them. they decided to watch a random comedy movie that was playing on the television called 22 hop street while cuddling close. small touches of the arms and hands grew more erratic and warmer and soon after the two were exploring each others body completely forgetting about the movie.

when the morning rose tsukuyo was no where to be seen besides a hand written note saying shes ‘thankful and sorry’ for bothering him. ‘silly woman’ he thought as he knew deep down he cherished every moment of the night. he wasnt a virgin by any means but tsukuyo was special to him.

since their first time the two randomly meet up for sex, either tsukuyo staying over the days that kagura and shinpachi are out or gintoki sneaking his way into yoshiwara just to be with her. sometimes they would get mistaken for lovers amongst their close circle with how they acted. shinpachi always liked to point out that their relationships feels as if theyve been together since forever but deep down they know the extent of their relationship.

Wake up to your girl

gintoki feels tsukuyo get up from his grasp. he slightly tugs her arm, indicating her to stay. but she lets loose and grabs her clothes thrown all over the place on the ground.

the first thing tsukuyo told him when he stepped into the room was that he only had two hours and after he needs to leave. to him two hours is well enough when your only looking for the fast pleasure. they didnt waste time getting with it. gintoki found a bottle of sake and some lube and condoms on a platter next to where tsukuyo stood. he let out a small smile. prepared.

For now, let's call her Cleopatra, Cleopatra

despite her being adamant on giving up her feminism years ago he still notices when her cheeks burn red when he opens the door for her. or when he makes her breakfast for the days that she doesnt leave right after sex. or when he calls her beautiful when marking parts of her body. she looked like a princess even if she denied.

he hated that she couldnt see that she was beautiful. but he never fought, its not his eyes that he needs to change.

hes tried to ask her out on dates but usually its met with a punch to the face. he knows that hes not the right man for her. even though they show signs of attraction or love hes nothing more then a mere husk living day by day to his own pleasures.

gin-san, the personality hes developed, was never meant to live a nuclear life. even though basically raises kagura and shinpachi a part of him will always be aware that hes just a part of their child life. when they grow old and leave him he will once go back to his own ways, wasting his life on drinking and pachinko parlors. he doesnt hate it even though everyone calls him lazy. in the end what does family mean.

I watch you fix your hair

tsukuyo grabs the hairbrush on the dresser and puts her hair back into the bun it was previously. he loved her hair. it was short and always smelled like her. it had a distinct smell of tobacco and it felt like home.

hes slept with different people in his life. his first time was with takasugi on a night that they were drinking. it was also the first time hes ever smoked tobacco before. he was curious why the man kept smoking it. it smelled bad, it felt weird, but the longer they were together the more tradition it was to share around the pipe after sex. it calmed his nerves, not as much sugar does, but he understood why people could fall back on it.

the second person hes been with who smoked was hijikata toshirou. the both were on the way from drinking together (more so running into each other) and bickered in an alleyway. the bickering slowly turned into them grabbing each other and kissing every part of skin they can find. the two hated each other and somehow that hiked up the arousal. hijikata dragged him to the shinsengumi barracks where they spent the whole night together.

when the morning rose he saw hijikata light a cigarette and he grabbed it from his hand to hit. between him and takasugi hes been with people who smoke, after all he lived around people who constantly had said addictions. the tobacco made him feel grounded for whatever the following day had to offer.

after their ‘silly fling’ or so gintoki calls it, they chose to never speak of it again. but gintoki enjoyed teasing hijikata, randomly whispering the places he discovered that hijikata likes being bitten on in his ear and what not. theyve come close to hooking up again but for now hijikata cares more about decorum then lust. what a shame.

tsukuyo was different, or so he hoped she was. she has a similar personality to the previous people hes been. all of them are arrogant, high witted, and smoked tobacco.

when he read the message that tsukuyo left on his coffee table after their first night he pulled out a pack of cigarettes hes been hiding in a cabinet counter and lit one up.

Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra

he looked at the mirror as she slid up her panties and fixed her dress. he stood up from the futon, hugging her from behind. she didnt care for him, just let him feel her up while she kept getting ready.

when he stepped into the room she promised him that next time she will stay the whole night and he was content with that.

Then your lipstick, Cleopatra

he was at her town, he knew that the people next door where probably doing the same thing as them. it was yoshiwara in the end.

he offered to pay her for sex once long after she became the ‘courtesan of death’ but it led to him getting punched in the face by her. he didnt mean to belittle her by any means and its not like he’s never been with a sex worker. but she shut him up by saying ‘this was different.’ it made him feel warm and brought a smile to his face.

she turned around to face gintoki. their foreheads touching each other as she peppered lipstick stained kisses along his face. he didnt stop her.

She's headed to the pyramid

she left the room and he opened his eyes, still standing infront of the mirror. he admired the artistry she painted with her lips. his skin was pale and her lipstick was a vivid red. he didnt want to wash off his face but he knew if he went back kagura and shinpachi would make fun of him.

its not like they didn’t know. theyve seen him and tsukuyo holding hands. theyve seen tsukuyo try to leave the apartment as fast as possible when the morning roles out. theyve seen. and kagura jokes about it, calling tsukuyo ‘tsukki mama’ which always leaves the woman flustered.

but they know that they were never meant to be together. they know that itll hurt more if they were.

Then your six-inch heels, catch her

he hears tsukuyo as she leaves the room. her heels clanking on the wood floor as her voice dissipates the farther she goes. he should leave as well, the kids are probably getting worried.

hes almost out of cigarettes and the stupid mayora freak has him addicted to these mayaboro cigarettes. or was it the sex he was addicted to because almost never will he smoke without it. there was only one in the pack and he lights it on the way out.

She's working at the pyramid tonight

he sees the vibrant city gleam as he walks down the street. the girls catcalling out for him asking if he wanted services. he politely rejected, not that even if he was in the mood he would. he felt tired and wanted to go home. he stops by a vending machine and grabs a mayoboro pack on the way back. he walks slow observing the night time. he gets a call on his phone from tsukuyo.

“are you free next week” she asks.

“i have a job for the week and i dont know how long itll be”

“oh. okay then”

“-No dont hang up. ill figure out something”

“okay” he hears a smile from the other line and the call ends.

its almost habit now. him and the yoshiwara girl.