#dont mind the rip on his bed he likes to dig

[whispers-of-lilith]

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[rinnstars]

4 walls!

in which itoshi rin builds a wall between him and the world and youre the only one with the key

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble + not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated

to the world, itoshi rin is somehow cold, emotionless, unaffected - the way his face is fixed in the dead-panned face as though carved into it by a sculpture, the way he doesnt bother responding or dignifying jabs or comments as he walks past the desks, the way his eyes linger on only his goals over the people that surrounds him. to his first football club, he is nothing short of a disappointment, always compared to his genius of a brotehr, nothing short of dull, always hiding his report cards whenever exam season arrives, nothing short of cold, his mouth barely spoke a word during his stay there. to his classmates, he is just an average joe - just another classmate not focused in class, too busy focusing on his dream world wrapped in the football magazines he has stacked underneath his table, just another guy, albeit way more quiet and responsive than most students, just another mediocre and average student, with grades that just passed the mark to move on to the next and with abysmal club attendance.

yet, to him, he knows he is the opposite of all the things they say - he knows he’s rather soft hearted, a cry-baby at the slightest tone change, he’s rather insecure, each comparison to his brother only digs the knife slotted against his heart deeper into the already gory mess of an organ it has become over the years, he’s rather passionate, driving him to continue persevering against all odds, against his own belief and reality, against his own blood. but he rather it stays that way - maybe its better to not let them see the real him, to not let them too be disappointed at the real reflection that stares back at him in the dirty mirror, to not hurt himself more by giving them the full him.

and so he builds a wall. he builds a wall made of bricks and stones, block by block until he is trapped in his own making, until he no longer can get hurt or even see the outside world outside of the house he has essentially trapped himself in, until he wont get hurt anymore - not by his club members, not by his classmates, not by his brother. and he tries to convince himself, he likes it better this way - without others, there wont be another sae - he wont have to witness his own heart ripped out and thrown on the grassy patch of field another time, he wont have to go through nights of sobbing uncontrollably that leaves his pillow gross and wet by the time morning rolls around, he wont have to feel as though he lost a loved one to death as he occasionally open his drawer that features a photobook of him and his brother still grinning without a care in the world without knowing what would have happened next with dried tears stains that dirty those photographs.

and yet, its with you, rin thinks his walls are entirely down. to him, youre the key to the complicated lock in his heart that he without a doubt passes to you. you’ve always been beside him, even when his eyes were fixated on sae that has always been in front of him - beside him in class where you two slacked at the back of class playing your phone and him reading soccer magazine underneath the table as you two occasionally bicker whilst laughing, beside him on his bed right on top of the messy blankets he knows you dont mind with his arms around you like its second nature to him, beside him on that bus whether to and fro school or even to his training facility that takes practically hours to get to as you drool on his uniform that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know even after all these years.

you’re the bright star and sun that melts away his icy cold castles and mountains of walls as though they were nothing, rin thinks. the way you beam at him whenever you see him right at the bus stop, waving your hands excitedly as your footsteps springs towards him and he feels like he’s in those cliche romance mangas you talk about, almost seeing those cherry blossom trees and hearing that love song that repeats in his head whenever youre oh so close to him. the way you listen to him, nodding along even though half of what he’s saying are nonsense word jumbles practically sews and patches his broken heart back, warming his once ice cold atmosphere. the way you do things — passing him those sugary sweet candies that tastes just like you, letting him copy off your homework while you both laugh quietly at the back of class makes him wish this could last forever, the way your hands so gently combs through his emerald hair makes him melt into a lovesick puddle right in your hands as he looks at your eyes that he swears the whole galaxy is inside it.

and maybe youre like those hero’s and magicians he’s watched in those cartoons when he was a little kid, you must be. so enchanting: how you manage to coax him out of his room time and time again to go to wherever you want, hell rin thinks he would even go to the very end of the world if you simply asked. youre like the fire element to his ice element in those stupid games, the sun and the moon from those posts he reads about your favourite love mangas to catch up to you, the golden retriever and the black cat trope he hears you rave about, the “lalala” and “okokok” tiktok trend and everything under the sun. if youre not a secret extraterrestrial creature that he bets you are, the equivalent to his new found destroyer ego to make a team together to destroy the earth or something like that he jokes, maybe just maybe you two were destined by fate.

in another life, you would be the witch to find an abandoned familiar he thinks - warming and melting his icy exterior with both your warmth you exude and too the hot soup you always cook for him whenever he’s running a cold. in another life, you would have been the hero to have helped him out of whatever villainous organisation he finds himself trapped in in his rage and fear with your warmth and that bright cheshire grin of yours anytime. in another life, you would have been the bright and well-liked royal of the castle who finds him, a lonesome and attempting knight and make him yours he thinks. he’s sure of it — where yours and his constellations are always beside each other, where your palm fits perfectly with his like two puzzle pieces merged together, where yours and his heart and ribs and guts are shared together.

so for now, rin will sit here right beside you, enjoying the warmth you exude as he places his head right on your shoulder, smiling at your yelp at surprise and attempts to push him off back to his side of the bed: youre the only one he would let in to see the raw him, and he hopes he’s the same to you too, the one you can truly always shine the brightest with.

[bunny-1111]

Eyes dont miss - Theo Nott x reader

Description: When you try to hide your anxiety from your observant boyfriend Theodore, it comes in crashing on you in the middle of the night, and you can't run from it any longer.

TW: anxiety attack

Word count: 1.3k

Fluff, unedited

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There was little that Theodore missed.

In his eyes, he carried a loaded gun.

Ammo full of meticulous attention to detail.

He had you studied, fluent in you as if you were a language, the twitches in your eyes a verb, the tone in your voice an adjective.

You thought you hid yourself well, well enough to go unnoticed.

But he watched, even when you insisted on being ok.

He was demanding, a trait both good and bad, his stern demeanour insisting on answers, meeting your same stubborn answer, you were okay. Liar.

When it came to you, Theodore wouldn't allow himself to leave the slightest detail unscathed.

He watched and observed as you drew on your arms during class.

How you picked at the skin around your nails under the table of the great hall during dinner, your twitching hands fiddling as if your fingers depended on it.

How would you chew the gums at the side of your mouth

How he felt your fingers claw a little deeper into his shoulder when he suggested you both turn in for bed.

To Theodore, these things were concerning, though, when he would approach and accuse you of being undeniably going through it, you would deny, deny, deny.

Until you both hit the worst of it, in a cold winter night when you couldn't run away from it anymore. In the still and quiet hour of three am, you pant, in a hot sweat, string in a nightmare until Theo woke, immediately halting you up much to your fright.

As you sat up, the heavy rise and fall of your chest began to set him off too, his own breath hitched watching you fall apart for reasons above him.

His heavy hand polished up and down your back, he meant to be gentle, but he couldn't stop his mind to remember to be tender.

"What's going on" his voice echos through your ears

"Why are you yelling?!" you scream, your hands glued to your head, you wanted to rip your hair out there and then.

"What? Darling, talk to me," he quietly softly. He wasn't yelling, though to you. To you, his voice boomed with volume; just focus, you reminded yourself, come on idiot, stop this, stop it, focus, focus, focus.

Your hands fall in front of your face as you dig your nails into your skin time and time over.

When Theodore's hands take hold of your own, realise the almost bloody palms spread out, lacing his palms into yours.

"Feel my hand, hear my voice, c'mon" he whispered out.

His words cut through the fog like a lifeline, grounding you in their gentleness. Your head spun, reality blurred at the edges, but the steady warmth of his hands kept you tethered.

"Look at me," Theo urged softly, voice barely a murmur, as if afraid to startle you. He didn’t pull you out of the moment harshly, didn’t demand you shake it off. No, he anchored you, the pad of his thumb brushing along the back of your knuckles, each slow pass soothing, steadying.

He kept as much distance as he could, as if you were roadkill like he was gently aiding you off the road.

"Feel that, love?" he whispered, his dark eyes locked on yours with an intensity that was grounding in its calmness. "That’s me. I’m right here. I’ve got you."

You nodded, though the tremor in your hands betrayed you. Theo’s gaze remained unwavering, watching every flicker in your expression, the tiny cracks forming in your armour. You felt his hand drift to your cheek, warm and solid, the weight of it reassuring.

"I—" you started, words tangling in your throat, the shame of it making you flinch. The anxiety had been building for days, creeping up on you like a shadow. You'd convinced yourself you could manage, that you didn't need anyone, but Teddy wouldn't have that.

You weren't clueless. You brushed off his attempts of interrogation, but at this point, you were defenceless.

“You don’t have to explain it all, you know,” he murmured, his voice carrying the hint of a smile, as if he already understood without needing your words. "Just breathe. With me."

He guided you, slow and rhythmic, his own breathing soft and even. You mirrored him, matching his inhales and exhales, feeling the wild storm inside begin to quiet.

“Better?” he asked after a moment, not rushing, just waiting for you. His hand didn’t leave yours, fingers laced like he wouldn’t dare let go. And somehow, that small gesture made you feel safer than you’d felt in days.

You nodded again, feeling your heartbeat slow, the panic that had gripped you loosening, dissolving under his patient watch.

“Theo…” your voice broke a little, shaky and raw, but he just shook his head, his lips quirking up in that way that made you feel seen. Not judged. Not pitied. Just seen.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the back of his hand. “I’ll always be here, yeah? I've got eyes on you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

And in that moment, you knew he meant it.

Theo's gaze softened even further, though his grip on your hand remained firm, grounding. The quiet between you both was filled with his silent assurances, a warmth that felt like a promise of safety. Your heart felt exposed, raw, but under Theo’s watchful eyes, vulnerability didn’t feel like a weakness. It felt like trust.

He shifted closer, closing the small gap between you, his knees brushing against yours as he sat across from you on the bed. “This… whatever it is you’re carrying,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to carry it alone.”

You hesitated, your mind flickering back to the countless times you’d brushed off his concern with a casual smile or a quick change of subject. You’d thought you were sparing him, protecting him from the weight of it all. But Theo was persistent, as if each little gesture you’d thought went unnoticed only made him more determined to understand.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, bringing you back from the haze of your thoughts. “You don’t have to be okay all the time, you know?” His voice was calm, unwavering. “Not with me. I’d rather have your truth than your silence.”

A shiver ran down your spine, the walls you’d built up crumbling in the quiet of his words. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you nodded, feeling a strange sort of relief wash over you, like a weight finally lifted.

"I… I didn’t want you to worry,” you whispered, your voice so soft it almost felt like a confession. “Didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle it.”

Theo tilted his head, an understanding smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Love, if handling it means suffering alone, I’d rather you not handle it at all.” His tone was gentle, but the conviction in his words was unyielding. "You’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a sense of warmth through your chest, leaving you feeling exposed yet comforted in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. Slowly, he reached up, his hand brushing the hair back from your face, his touch feather-light but grounding.

You took a shaky breath, letting yourself lean into his touch, allowing the weight of the moment to settle. For the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, it was okay to not be okay. Because Theo wasn’t going anywhere. And for him, your honesty mattered more than anything you could hide.

The panic and the anxiety might not be going anytime soon, but you knew neither was Theo.

“Thank you,” you breathed, the words barely audible, but Theo heard. He always did. He listened, and watched and understood, he loved with all his senses. He never missed.

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A/N, my darlings, I'm back writing again. Requests are open, and if any of you suffer from anxiety, my inbox is always a safe place for you to come and talk about it, or anything in general.

Peace and love,

B.

[fallingdownhell]

Hii, Can you write an Overstimulated, Teased Neuvillette x Fem!Dom reader? And if you dont mind can you make Overstimulated! Wriothesley Dom to sub x Fem!Dom reader

Absolutetly love this. The Wriothesley one is gonna be in a separate post sometime else. Pairing: Neuvillette x fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader; Dom!Reader; Sub!Neuvillette; established relationship; begging; handjob; Overstimulation; Teasing; unprotected sex; vaginal penetration; creampie; Praise; multiple orgasms; not proofread yet Word count: 1,5k words Requested by: @seipaws Hope you enjoy!<3

It was a privilege, being the only person in the world that was able to see the face of the Iudex morph and twist in pleasure. Hearing the sounds that are currently leaving him sent shivers down your spine and a smile to your face.

"You look so beautiful, Neuvi~", you coo at him, keeping the strokes of your hand on his cock nice and slow. The pace was killing him, a frustrated groan escaping him as he tried to buck his hips into your hand. But that only made your grip on him tighten more, not allowing him the added friction.

"Noo! P-Please!", Neuvillette's back arched, desperately thrusting his hips into the air repeatedly. He needed more.. needed to feel you. He could feel his climax approaching, yet you were so cruel to rip it away from him. A single tear ran down his cheek as desperation was starting to take over him.

"Aww, my poor darling.", your free hand reaches out to gently wipe away the tear that had escaped him. Your other hand was still tightly gripping his hard cock, drops of precum running down his shaft and over your hand.

You couldn't help but admire the image displayed in front of you. The Iudex of Fontaine, the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes upon, splayed out on your bed, his face half burried into the pillow underneath him, expression morphed into one of pure pleasure. It was the most obscene and simultaniously the prettiest thing you've ever laid your eyes upon.

"Tell me what you want, darling.", you coax him along, getting him to use his words, to tell you what he desires so that you could fulfill that for him.

Neuvillette groans more, but when you still show no signs of moving your hand, he frees his face from the pillow, facing you again, his expression showing just how desperate he truly was.

"P-Please.. touch me... more! I want more!", he cried out, not at all above begging for it anymore. If that's what you wanted in order to pleasure him, then he would gladly give it to you.

"Good job.", you smile at his words, then begin to stroke his cock again, nice and slow. Instantly, pleasure began to burn inside him, like a fire running through his entire body.

His sharp nails digging into the bedsheets as he thrusts his hips into your grip again, and this time, you let it happen. His moans continue to grow louder and louder as he humps your hand, his pace increasing with every thrust. Neuvillette's eyes are closed at this point, so focused on chasing his high, that your next words caught him off guard.

"You're so beautiful like this, Neuvi. I love seeing you get so desperate.", you whisper to him, his eyes snapping open and his hips stilling for a moment as he looks at you in shock, like he doesn't or couldn't believe the words that left your lips.

But you just smile at him and pick up the pace of your hand, stroking him at the exact same pace that his hips were humping your hand just moments ago.

"Aaghn! Yes..Yes! P-Please.. s-so c-close! Ahh!", he moaned again, the arch of his back almost looking painful at this point, but you kept going. Your strokes now quick and fast on his throbbing dick.

Moments later, his eyes snapped open again, his breathing coming out in short, erratic breaths. "C-cumming... 'm cumming!", he warned you, but already, as the words were spoken, his cock throbbed in your hand, shooting out ropes of cum onto your hand and his stomach.

You kept stroking him through his orgams, Neuvillette's moans reaching new hights in sound. It really was like music to your ears. All the while, you kept praising him through his climax until his cock was spent, and the last of his cum covered your hand.

As he was laying there on his back, breathing heavily, his eyes glaced over with lust and pleasure, you couldn't hold back your own desires any longer.

Quickly standing up, you undressed yourself completely before climbing on top of Neuvillette. He was still absent minded, only subconsciously realising that you were there, as his hands placed themselves on your thighs like they had a mind of their own.

With a smile, you lean down to press a gentle kiss on his neck, your bare breasts grazing over his chest in the process, your nipples brushing over his skin which sent a course of pleasure through your own veins.

When Neuvillette seemed to slowly come back into reality, that was when you began to grind your bare pussy against his cock, which quickly snapped his eyes open again, turning his head to you in a shocked expression.

"A-Again? But.. but I just-!", you shut him up with a passionate kiss as you continue to grind yourself against him, already feeling how he was growing hard again. A small whimper left Neuvillette, still so sensitive from the orgasm he just had.

"You can cum again for me, right?", you ask as you break the kiss. You looked so serene above him, grinding your pussy on him, that Neuvillette could only nod. Whatever it is you wanted, he would do it. And if you wanted him to cum again, then he would.

"Good~", you smile as you reach down to wrap your hand around his now hard cock, keeping it in place as you began to sink down on it. Neuvillette whimpered as the tip of his dick slipped into you, feeling how wet you already are. His hands gripped at your thighs, his nails digging into the skin, leaving marks, but you didn't mind that at all.

In one long motion, you managed to take his entire lenght, moaning out as you sat down on him, feeling his dick throb inside of you. Neuvillette on the other hand was thrashing around underneath you. Your walls clamping around him so tight felt so good, he wanted to just thrust into you repeatedly, never stopping until you both were incoherent messes. Tears were now running down his cheeks freely, he felt so good that he couldn't hold them back any longer, as well as the moans and whimpers that left him. Not that he cared for that anymore.

"You doing okay, darling?", he heard your voice from above.

"Yes, yes!", he nodded his head along to his words. "Please, move! I.. I can't.. Please, (Name)!"

How could you ever refuse him?

With a smile, you place one hand on his chest to help you balance yourself, as you then slowly raise your hips again. His cock pulling out of you, until only the tip remained inside, then you sank down on him again, soft and slow. It was just like before when you were pleasuring him with your hand, the slow pace was killing him, breaking his mind completely.

Neuvillette threw his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he absentmindedly began to beg even more. "Please, faster! Please, please! I need more!"

And you complied, picking up the pace of your hips as you were riding him, getting faster and also a bit sloppier with every bounce you made on top of him. His cock was hitting all the good parts inside you, stretching you out so good that moan after silent moan was escaping you now as well as the waves of your building orgasm approaching you.

"Mhm, Neuvi.. You feel so good inside of me~", you moan out as you lean over him, once again attacking his neck with kisses. All the while, you never once stopped bouncing on his cock.

"Agh! AHH! Yes, Yes! Ohhh, oh no.. I-I'm already... AGH, so close!", Neuvillette moaned, his own hips now meeting your thrusts, making his dick hit even deeper parts inside of you, which in turn caused you to moan against his neck.

"Agghnn... c-cumming! cummigcummingcumming!", he screamed and with one final thrust up into you, his hips stilled as he came inisde you, his nails digging even deeper into the flesh of your thighs as he released his load. You felt rope after rope of his cum fill you up, and the throbbing of his cock. Quickly, you slip a hand between your bodies to rub against your sensitive clit. The extra stimulation was all that you needed and a few moments later, you felt your own orgasm crashing in over you.

You cried out as you rode the waves of euphoria, your walls clamping down on his cock even harder, rhythmically, and the feeling caused Neuvillette to groan, burrying himself even deeper within you.

It took a while for the both of you to come down from your climax again, you were both breathing heavily. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, and so, you simply collapsed on top of Neuvillette, his arms instantly wrapping around your figure.

His now limp dick was still inside you, but neither of you cared for that right now. Now, the only important thing was to cuddle and bask in the afterglow together...

[heartelysia]

hello ! im not sure if u take requests but if u do, pls do a choso x f reader where he breeds them... n makes them a mommy.. :3 choso brainrot im sorry 😭

this is super similar to a fic im getting ready to publish so im going to turn this into a thirst! if u dont mind .. °=° UGHHH I LOVE CHOSO!!

cw ; cum-stuffing, breeding, creampie, body praise/praise

choso is the type of partner to be so fucking whiny in bed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink as he sloppily slams his pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt at smacking your sensitive g-spot.

choso who ruts his hips into yours uncontrollably, whiny moans escaping his lips mixed with his soft praises, "g-god.. fuck! you're... youre so pretty baby.. god you're so fucking gorgeous", he slurs out, drunkenly thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

hes so pussy drunk his hands randomly wander all over your body, digging his blunt fingertips into whatever curves he finds whilst hammering his hips into yours. everything blurs together in the heat of the moment, the sloppy sounds of your sweet cunny hungrily swallowing his cock makes his mushroom tip throb against your g-spot. "so- so happy to be with y-you! 'm so luck.. lucky!"

choso pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your bruising cervix with every stroke. each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls deliciously rippling around him, sending electric shocks straight to his veiny cock. his pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his words come out in broken sentences. "i... i love yo- you...! shit- shit, go- god why are y.. you so ah.. perfect?," he growled, pulling out and pushing back in harder.

hes breathless each time his cock rips another whiny moan from your drooling lips. his hands hopelessly stuttering in its wake of dragging your soft flesh into calloused palms. choso's eyes are blown wide as they seem to only fixate onto your pretty face covered in a thin layer of sweat whilst his pupils catch a glimpse of your bouncing tits teasing him.

his hair loosely fell from his buns, framing his vision to only stare down at you - his beloved. a low, almost animalistic groan rumbles in his throat as his movements became faster and harder, his hips snapping against yours in tight rhythm. his fingers dig into your plush thighs, massaging them as he drove deeper into you as if he was lost in a deep trance.

god, choso thinks he hit the jackpot with you. sometimes he cant help but get nervous around you, you were just so perfect for him and possibly better in his mind, words just come out like vomit. "p-please- please baby.. please- please let me breed your pretty ah! p-pussy! w-wanna cum inside...!", choso pleads, uncontrollably rutting his throbbing cock till it smudges your cervix.

your hands immediately grasp onto the sheets behind your head, knuckles turning white as your body still registers the deliciously painful thrust of your partner grazing your cervix. a guttural groan escapes chosos lips when he feels your thighs tense up, his eyes desperately searched your glazed over pupils for any sort of conformation. whiny so prettily when your only response was a broken moan.

the sound of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. they were music to his ears, fuel to his fire. he picked up the pace, slamming into you rougher, faster, his cock carving its shape inside of you.

his hand releases its bruising grip on your soft hips, a cool burning sensation was left behind as his hand stumbles over to your breast, massaging and pinching your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips. "please... please b-baby! ngh- fuck! let me c-cum in you... b-beggin' to knock you up..!", he pleaded, angling his hips a little differently so his angry mushroom tip constantly grazes your sensitive cervix.

he loved the way you arched your back and cried out in pleasure when he did that. it turned him on even more, knowing he could make you feel this way. chosos eyes glimmer in delight when a high-pitched 'yes' made it past your drooling mouth. something in his brain clicked when your head did the weakest nod known to man.

choso grabbed your leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his broad shoulder, giving him better access to your weeping pussy. he plunged into you again and again, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. you moaned and cried out in ecstasy, body shuddering and trembling underneath him.

"y- g'nna cum prett- pretty girl?", he bites back a moan when your sweet cunt ripples around his cock, "cmon.. shit- cum for me princess...", choso mumbles, reaching down to lightly press his thumb onto your nub. perhaps that was all you need.

the simple action of his calloused fingertip pressing up against your clit instead of his pelvis teasing it made the unbearable coil in your stomach to snap almost instantly. tears flow freely down your cheeks as your entire body freezes up, choso groans at the sight, the happiest smile on his lips.

and then, he felt it - the familiar rush of release coursing through his veins. even for himself, it was rather embarrassing at the broken moan he let out as his hips stuttered violently against your hole. your partner emptied himself into you, his hot, sticky cum filled you up, coating your insides with him.

for a moment, you both just rested there, hearts racing in unison. even in the afterglow, choso doesnt pull out, his cock still hard despite having just cum inside you. he smiled down at you, seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

"mmm.. gonna plug you up so you will be carrying a miniature us around."

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Evan and regulus lying side by side on the bed with barty taking turns going down on each of them, sucking Evan off slow and good and eating regulus out till his thighs are shaking and evan and regulus can’t keep their hands off of each other

oooohhhh hell yeah nonny and actually dont ask me why but my mind immediately went to like verbal humiliation/degradation sorta vibe where

hold on (NSFW)

Evan pulls Barty off by the hair, grip harsh and Barty whines openly, mouth dripping with spit and cum. Both his and Regulus’.

The air of their bedroom is harsh and cool against Evan’s slick and exposed erection but Regulus had started to hump his hand helplessly so Evan guides Barty’s face back down and buries it between Regulus’ legs.

The moan from Regulus is immediate, his back bowing, and Evan wastes no time mouthing along his exposed throat where his head is thrown back, usually neat curls mussed by the pillow. He takes himself back in hand, stroking slowly, just enough to keep the stimulation up but not enough to get himself somewhere close to the edge.

“Fuck,” Regulus explaims and Barty groans hungily in response, chasing after where Regulus’ hips are jerking away from the intense onslaught of stimulation.

Evan hums, kissing his way down along Regulus’ clavicles, his chest, as he watched Barty try to dig deeper into Regulus’ wet and puffy cunt. When his eyes snap up and meet Evan’s, he moans pitifully, hips rutting down into the mattress.

“Look at how desperate you are for it,” Evan comments between kisses to Regulus’ skin, “Gagging for it, panting like a fucking dog—some dirty mutt.”

Barty’s brows furrow, eyes squeezing shut, and he makes another needy groan against Regulus’ slick folds. The wet noises are obscene.

Evan drives his fingers through Barty’s sweaty hair again and tugs him back off, detaching his mouth from Regulus with a wet smacking noise and a whine from both of them.

“Aren’t we generous to let you get us off, huh?”

A vehement hum, frantic nodding, and Barty strains to lower his face back down. Hissing in pain when Evan keeps him suspended, grip iron.

“Words, stupid.” Next to Evan, Regulus lazily props up on his elbows, watching the spectacle with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Yes,” Barty rasps, throat raw from having Evan’s cock down there again and again for the past half hour. His jaw must be aching. “Yeah, you are.”

Evan hums and the corners of Regulus lips lift devilishly, “What do we say then?”

Barty blinks stupidly for a second, then his eyes clear a bit and a feral grin spreads across his face where he’s still glistening wet with the both of them. “I dunno, what do we say?”

Before Evan has time to reply Regulus’ moves, arm snapping out and palm slapping Barty right across his cheek, sending his head flying and the cocky smirk right with it.

When he turns back his face is flushed but Evan thinks it must be equal parts aroused blush and Regulus’ lovely hand print.

“Manners,” Regulus admonishes in his high and mighty and poised tone, like he didn’t just hit Barty right across his face.

A sound rips from deep within Barty’s throat and then his tongue is lolling out, eyes glazed again, and he whimpers, “Thank you.”

[treetownconfessions]

I dont see people writing stories about fliqpy liking weighted blankets because its such an obscure and stupid thing to headcanon,

because if its important as you say then why arent people making fics and art and stuff about it?

Fuck you.

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The nice thing about being able to do whatever he wanted, figuratively and literally, extended itself to transactional purposes. Nobody had the courage to stop him from making irresponsible purchases aside from his own host, lest they dig their grave ahead of time. They had the money, and he had the time, so it wasn't like it was going to waste.

His most recent purchase was not actually their first. Flippy had cheerfully presented him a weighted blanket he bought before, assuring him the extra pressure was cozy and nice. He had to experience it to believe it— it sounded restricting and uncomfortable, even wildly unnecessary given their regular blanket worked as intended. How nice it was, discovering Flippy was right! Yet equally surprising. He nearly felt betrayed he wasn’t introduced to it earlier, as if weighted blankets were some big secret Flippy withheld from him this whole time.

The issue did not derive from the fact Fliqpy liked it. The issue was he liked it too much, and one was simply not enough. He swiftly bought a second, expecting it to satiate this deep-rooted desire. It wasn’t until he got a third that Flippy kindly asked him to sleep on the couch, as he was the only one sleeping with these extra additions on his side of the bed, and was giving the mattress an uneven slant. He obliged.

He slept with three weighted blankets, stacked on top of each other as neatly as pages in a book. He took an odd amount of comfort in knowing he could push it all off by his own hand whenever he wanted, when such an amount of external pressure would normally make him panic. Fliqpy didn't know of the origin—not yet, anyway, but he did know he wanted more, and shook Flippy awake in the middle of the night to request he sleep on top of Fliqpy. The other bear groggily (and a little confusedly) accepted, much to Fliqpy's delight. The situation was becoming more of an experiment to find out when he'd cross the line between comfortable-and-uncomfortable rather than napping purposes, but he was okay with that.

Before they settled down in their silly log house, in their comfy bed, where Fliqpy had the luxury of sleeping with multiple weighted blankets atop him and the time to waste with it, the blankets given to them at camps and fronts were, at best, uncomfortable. They captured the stark difference between being heavy and awkward to put around yourself, or the thickness that could rival a napkin; there was no middleground. It wasn't the coziest, but it got the job done. That was all he knew for a while, and it came as a shock when discovering they could have blankets for comfort, and not just efficiency. But laying under the extra weight like this when it was achingly similar to the blankets back in the military was making him wonder if he genuinely liked it, or if it was out of nostalgia.

He wanted to try sleeping on the floor with the blankets, to really capture the uncomfortable-cot feeling and heavy blanket combination to test his theory. Flippy shut that down fast, telling him he wanted him to sleep restfully while they had the privilege of doing so.

Fliqpy couldn’t argue with that.

Though, nostalgia for a time he hadn’t even liked in hindsight sounded, and was, ridiculous. Perhaps the simplicity of his understanding back then was what drove this feeling— but even he knew that was a lie. The thought both relaxed him further into the cushions and made him want to impulsively rip it all off. He hated when his mind was torn between two things; it'd be simpler if he had one feeling and stuck to it. That was too convenient for him.

"I didn't ask to like it this much. I don’t even know why." he flopped down on the couch, frustrated, and gave his host a mild glare to go with it. "You make it sound like I'm doing it deliberately."

Flippy popped a melatonin: he did everynight, it was routine. He slept better than Fliqpy; he didn't stir at every sound like he did and he was satisfied as long as he had something cozy to press up to. He met Fliqpy's eyes with an exasperated look, but it was nothing malicious. "You wanted three of them."

He bought a fourth the next night, and tucked it over both of them. Four weighted blankets and Flippy on top of him. Like laying under rubble, and he reminded himself he could undo all of it anytime he wanted to avoid creeping panic. He could feel Flippy's lazy purring on him even through all the thick fabric, and he listened keenly to every creak and settle in the house. He wasn't laying on the floor, but it was reminiscent of how he used to sleep in the military anyway, and Fliqpy found himself hating it. A profound sense of disappointment washed over him when the fourth addition had not kept him yearning for more: it subdued it. It angered him when he didn’t like it, and then he was angry over his anger of not liking it. He felt empty knowing he was satisfied with this amount, that anymore would cross the line of comfortable like he wanted initially.

Had he liked the chase more than the end result? It wouldn't be the first time it happened to him, but it sounded stupid to compare that to his weighted blanket dilemma. He slept with the regular blanket that night. The weight was gone—though he was tempted to ask Flippy to lay on him again because the feeling was nice—and that earlier dread was replaced with fulfillment. It was airier and easy to snooze in; he just couldn't shake his changing sleeping habits.

It was cut short when he tried to buy a coverlet, with Flippy’s quiet intervention. "I'll knit you something cozy," he'd said with a sigh, "so you don't have to switch between blankets all the time, okay?"

anon you have watered my fucking crops and healed me

[lalunanymph]

imagine you tease rindou during a night out with the executives and think hes too shy to do anything about it besides take your home but instead he surprises by you taking you right in front of everyone and showing everyone what a slut you are anyways have a nice day KSNDKNDKKEJNSNDK barking

(S)CREAMING RINDOU DOES SO MANY THINGS TO ME ILHSM HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED <3

tw. alcohol, voyeurism, mean!rin rin, fucking in public, names (bitch, slut, whore—the good stuff), degradation, edging, cigarettes, brief touches on breeding, shotgunning w/ smoke, don’t like don’t read, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS + AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — haitani rindou

“One more time you start moving…” he lets the threat hang in mid-air.

Lingering. Festering.

Your slow mind doesn’t catch onto the malice marinating in between his words, drunk off his body heat and champagne.

Rindou’s birthday party was a lavish affair. Every executive and underling worth his salt is invited and almost everyone who respects your boyfriend—sees him on the daily—is there.

There to watch you giggle as you nuzzle your face into his neck playfully. You sense more than see the small twitch of his lip that indicates he’s bemused at your antics. “Menace,” he murmurs and kisses your temple.

Ran wolf whistles from the other end of the room, nasty motherfucker he is, and Rindou tries his best to ignore his drunken cajoling.

Y’gonna make me an uncle tonight, Rin?

The rest of Bonten laugh, though Rindou’s chuckle is half-hearted.

He may just take Ran up on his words—with the way how you were subtly grinding circles against his half-hard cock, the night would only go down in one direction: you on the bed, pretty heels in the air, your ankles to his ears, back arched, pussy stuffed full of his length and hips tilted all the way up so he could rock your shit till you screamed, sobbed and squirted all over his abdomen.

Or… It could go down a different path.

He took a sip of Imperial Blue, smirking inwardly.

You were sensually undulating your hips, putting on a show for his men, trying to get him to leave for home. Pretty bitch with not a thought in between those eyes. God—if only you would know the sick things he wanted to do to you tonight.

Your antics kick up a notch when you press your lips to his throat, kissing down the tattooed column; curling your tongue across the geometrical design over his Adam’s apple. Rindou swallows a groan when you start to really be a brat and turn on his lap, straddling him with your legs spread and skirt slowly rising up.

The rest of Bonten and their whores try not to watch—to give the couple some semblance of privacy. But, it was impossible to when you were slowly circling your hips, goading him on. Those large, warm palms clasp your hips and his growl is soft yet commanding.

“Stop this shit right now.”

“Stop what shit?” you taunt, peeling your half-mast gaze onto his own. “M’just sitting on my handsome boyfriend’s lap.” Your words slur and trip, echoing the sloppy circles you’re tracing with your dampening panties onto his clothed cock.

Rindou Jr. twitches in anticipation when you tilt your head back, tits pressed prettily against the stretchy fabric of your dress. He swears he’s close enough to ripping the front of your sparkling number down and suckling on those swollen nips.

“Stop. Now.” Despite the warning glare, his tone lacks steel, and you don’t listen.

Your thighs clench, and your heels dig into the leather seat. “Hmm?” You must have a death wish or be completely insane because who the hell tells a Haitani brother, with seduction in their tone and a smirk on their lips to—

“Make me.”

Rindou is on you faster than you can squeal out his name, holding you open with one hand, ripping down your panties with another. Your poor, pretty little brain can’t comprehend how your genial yet aloof boyfriend was now bullying his cock into your tight heat.

The music still goes on, people still drink, but there you are in the corner—getting fucked silly by Rindou Haitani all because you made the grave mistake of taunting him in public.

Your back arches, the fire pooling in your belly even as it hits you that people could see; could judge. He doesn’t care for one bit, using you to get off, licking and sucking on your neck until the skin stings with love bites that would develop in a few hours.

The way how you’re moaning is almost reaching fever pitch, and the room has their eyes on you. Fumes of your numerous kamikaze shots burn the last of your self-restraint and shame, and the idea that people were looking at you bouncing on Rindou’s cock with wild abandonment made more cream splutter down his length, staining both your thighs white.

You want it s’bad huh gonna be such a whore for me precious baby so fucking tight what if I came in you and made you suck me off huh you like that you like being a little bitch in heat for me fuck yeah you do you do that’s why you need me to fuck you real good, fuck—fuck!

Rindou slams you down onto his hips, stills and your whine gets lost in his smothering kiss as hot ropes fill you up right into your womb.

“Rin,” you pant. “I-I didn’t cum—“

He’s not hearing any of it, tucking himself back into his pants and shifting the hem of your dress so your bare asscheeks are covered. Just plain courtesy now that he had his fill.

“Yeah? And?” he slots a cig in between his teeth, gesturing towards his lighter. Rindou thinks it’s cute how you’re all fucked out and pouty yet you still grab his vintage Dupont and flick it open to light the end of his stick.

He sucks in one deep breath of nicotine and grasps your chin in his palm. Bringing you closer, he exhales right into your parted mouth where you breathe in the smoke deeply. Good girl, he nearly praises.

Nearly. You did just try to brat on him earlier.

“Later,” he kisses you on your full lips, ignores how your bare pussy flush against his tightening slacks was making a mess. Rindou means it; he does. He’s never one to break a promise. You just knew his punishment was not yet over. “You can be patient, hmm?”

Your pout deepens, but you nod, relaxing against his chest as he smokes, waiting for his word to go home because you trust him to keep you safe—to bring you home and then, to the edge of your sanity later.

Twisted as it was, Rindou Haitani was the one person you trusted wholeheartedly. Even when he’s being a dick and shoots you a smirk, muttering:

“Mark my words, baby, m’not done with you yet. I’m going to make you pay for trying to steal my birthday spotlight, princess.”

don’t ask for part 2’s, im not gonna continue this. rbs and feedback are appreciated though, thanks! <3

© all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[just-some-random-blogger]

*pulls up into this drive thru* a morpheus x reader smut to go please! newly crowned queen of the dreaming is so close to going crazy for how INSANELY GENTLE Morpheus can be so she lowkey asks him to smack her ass like once, maybe twice, or like ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵐᵉˣʸ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ, pssh i dont know, possibly overstim them both aha ᵐᵘˡᵗᶦᵖˡᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢˀˀˀˀˀ thank you!! *drives to the next window*

As You Command

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Yeah RIP that badussy -me

Word Count: shits prolly gon be 2k (lol nearly there) 1k+

Warnings: literally PWP, fem!reader, smut (bondage, edging, over stim, choking, fingering, vaginal penetration, praise kink), typos, etc.

A/N: OK PULLUP HO MINORS DNI Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"Dream," I trail off, rolling from where I laid next to him to straddle his thighs. Dream looks up at me, hands instinctively falling to my hips, eyes raking in my figure.

He calls out my name in response. I nibble my lower lip as I feel my skin prick with goosebumps.

"I have a confession to make."

"Hmm," his pouty lips curve upward, "confess to me."

I lick my lips and take in the sight of his toned body beneath me, still bare from our previous love making. I bite at my lip as I grind my core on his hardening length.

His hands that make their way up to knead my soft breasts freeze when I ungraciously admit, "I want you to choke me."

Dream is as still as a statue.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that-" I cut myself off when one of his hands grab at my neck. There was no pressure to it, in fact his thumb sweetly rubbed my skin, and yet it was enough to make my stomach roll.

I whimper when his clutch begins to slowly constrict. His other hand goes down to my hip, kneading the flesh there firmly.

"Is this good?" he asks.

I nod as I he readjusts his hand. He brings one of his fingers up to my lips and I lean into him when he does so.

He guides my movements as I grow wetter while rutting against him. He notes, "you seem to have meant you wanted me to choke you very literally."

I grunt, "I- I..."

He withdraws his hand from my neck to allow me to gather my thoughts. I sigh at the lack of contact and grab his hand with my own, placing it back where it was, "I meant..." I start, "you treat me like I'm so precious, and I love that, but..." I press down on his hand, "I won't break if you get a bit rough with me."

My stomach drops when Dream pulls away so he could bring himself to sit down and adjust me while he atop him along the way. I let out a sigh when he brushes my hair back and digs his fingers in the roots of my hair, making me tilt my head up to him as he leans in to breathe against my neck, "do you mean to tell me you do not enjoy my attentiveness to your needs, wife?"

My stomach breaks into butterflies at the recently unlocked pet name.

I don't have the mind to answer, and he makes me yelp when I am pushed back on the bed with him hovering above me.

I let out groan when he grabs my hands and pins it over my head with one hand, his other lands on the base of my neck. I call out his name when he enters me slowly, his hips roll into mine so deliciously.

"For someone so sweet, you think of things so naughty, my dear," he mutters with a ghost of a smile.

I am a mess of breath and lewd noises beneath him when he picks up his pace. He gives me exactly what I want. This is why it was so jarring when he pulled away.

The next thing I know, I am in a dark room, standing on my feet with my wrists dangling over head, bound by something, I did not know what.

I feel my core throbbing at the sudden lack of contact. I could barely stand properly with the ache between my legs.

A shiver runs down my spine when my thigh is grabbed and propped down on a shoulder. I feel him kiss me from my knee, all the way up my anticipating heat, but then he stops.

"Do you want me to continue, my love?"

"Yes," I breathily reply.

I let out a confused whimper when my leg is released and suddenly I feel like I'm alone. It's too damn dark that I open and close my eyes to check if I could tell a difference. There wasn't any.

"Perhaps," he whispers, suddenly behind me. I shudder when his hands land on my hips, one slowly moves between my dripping wetness, "I should take you with my fingers."

I call out his name when he does just that, stroking me slowly. I lean against him, head finding its place against his shoulder. I arch my back against him, yearning for more.

Dream, knowing well the measures of my body, indulges me with a quicker pace while his other hand cups my breast. He then does the cruel thing of slowing down and pulling away.

I whine at the lack of contact, "please, Dream, don't stop."

The feeling of him behind me disappears. His deep humming reverberates through my entire body, "I thought you wanted to be less attentive, more rough."

"I never said less attentive!"

He laughs.

All of a sudden, my bounds are released and I topple forward, hands finding themselves on a surface in front of me I wasn't aware was even there. I bet there wasn't a while ago.

I try to pull away, but I find myself bound again. A panic shoots up my stomach.

All at once, Dream grabs my chin face and asks, "would you like me to stop?"

I shake my head in his hands, "no, no, please, don't stop."

"Are you certain? I felt my your agita-"

"FUCK ME DREAM!"

"..."

"..."

"... please?"

I let out a guttural cry when all at once, he is behind me, "well, since my desperate queen asked so nicely."

He begins ramming into me like it was his life's purpose, his only use. I am a mess against him. I relish the feel of his fingers digging into my hips, the feel of his roughness against my ready core.

At the rate he was going, I would embarrassingly come undone in a few minutes.

"Please," I whine, "don't stop!"

My head drops as he grips me tighter. I am forced to my toes when he angles me up against him. My nails dig into the surface where my hands are propped on.

"That's it, sweet girl," Dream grunts, "come around me like the good girl you are."

My arms begin to give out against his pace. My stomach begins to tighten. I don't even realize I'm unbound until I nearly slip from my place while chasing my high.

I'm calling out his name when I come undone against him. Dream's grip is what keeps me from crumpling down.

My breath his heavy, my throat is stuffed with deeply pleasured groans.

The next thing I know, we're in a different position, and yet he is still milking my reaction for all he's got. My legs and arms are wrapped around him. My bum is supported by a hard surface, and my head was dangling behind me like my neck had no strength left to keep it up.

He has me sealed against him, his hand even carries my heavy head as I continue to groan and spasm because of my high.

The ecstasy slowly begins to fade. I let out a discomforted whine when he does not stop.

Dream makes me lean against him as his hands trail down to my thighs, "I want you to come around me again, my pretty girl."

"Dream-"

"I think you can take it," he mutters against me, hips still snapping in the same pace still.

I whine his name out as I bring my face near his, reeling back with sharp breathes in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Do you think you can take it, beloved?"

I bite down on his neck as I pull him close to me, unsure of what else to do at the feel of his harsh ministrations.

I feel myself calm down when he pulls out. He leans back, giving himself the opportunity to grab my face.

"My love?"

I don't even realize my eyes were closed when suddenly I see his face as light slowly shines around us.

I pant as I take in my form, his form. I grab at him when I see his hardened length, taunt against his stomach. I pull him towards me as I turn my gaze back to his face, "I can take it," I say rather desperately.

He calls my name out, but hisses when I grab him and guide him back into me.

"You do n-"

"I can take it!" I whine, closing my eyes at the feel of him. I pull him closer, sealing my arms around him, "I want to make you feel good too."

Dream releases a sigh, kissing my cheeks repeatedly as he adjusts me by my thighs again, "I feel good knowing I made you feel good."

I whimper, rocking my hips against him when he still does not move, "I'll feel good once you've come inside me."

My breath begins to hike up again when Dream meets my movements with much quicker ones. He takes my lips into his, only releasing me when he feels my need for air.

"You are so good to me, my queen," he mutters in praise, "so good, so sweet, and all mine."

"Yes, Dream," I groan, "you can do whatever you want- I'm all yours."

That seems to be the exact push he needs.

I fall to my back. My eyes break open at the softness suddenly beneath me. I realize we're back where we started, in our bed, making it creak with our strenuous activity.

The sight of his delirious face makes my stomach coil in telltale anticipation. I screw my eyes shut and arch against him when repositions himself above me, hitting that sensitive spot that has me screaming.

"So good to me," Dream says.

I whine out similar words, "fuck, yes, so, so good."

Dream sinks down against my neck, readying himself for his impending undoing.

We continue like this, closely taking in our incoherence while Dream made the bed quake. He really is so good at what he does that I feel my stomach build again.

"Is my queen going to come now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Dream, I'm so close."

He kisses my cheek as he rises slightly to allow himself a more secured position.

I feels like I died and came back to life when I come around him. The feeling is much more intense this second time around because of how hot and thick Dream's own orgasm feels inside of me. I'm as tense as rocks beneath him, then I'm softer than putty. My pulse is loud in my ears, and yet it is drowned out by the sound of me calling out to my husband.

He breaks into me until there's nothing left of the both of us. We're both spent and breathless by the end of it

He allows me to gain but a semblance of consciousness when he kisses me and rolls to my side.

I can't think when he pulls me close.

I have no idea why he even asks me anything after that.

"Are you alright, my love?"

I only answer him with my pants.

Dream presses a kiss on my cheek, hand rubbing my belly, "I did not want to do this, but I think I must attend to some business in the Dreaming for a moment, lest my concerns with one of the nightmares worsen."

I turn to him, eyes wide and questioning.

"I will not be long, I swear it."

When I finally get that he meant to leave, I nod my head slowly, "yeah... I'll... stay here."

Dream offers me a soft smile and kisses me one last time. I make myself whimper when I readjust on my spot.

[toiletwipes]

simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

[the-iceni-bitch]

OKAY YOU DONT WANT MY FIRSTBORN SO HOW DO I BRIBE FOR THIS?!?!

WHATEVER YOU WANT IT’S YOURS JUST PLSSSSS MORE RANSOM JAKE

Literally the only bribe I require is screaming in my inbox. So here ya go!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (protected anal sex, dirty talk, power bottom Jake, slightly rough sex), alcohol consumption, established relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

“C’mon, Gem.” Jake purred into Ransom’s mouth as he pulled him towards the bedroom, feeling needy and practically humping Ransom’s hip as he clutched desperately at him. “Need it.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, blondie.” Ransom grinned against Jake’s lips as the man growled at him. “Not a mind reader, J.”

“God, you tease.” Jake snarled once he finally got the bedroom door open, turning and shoving Ransom onto the bed before he started ripping off his clothes. “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Am I?” Ransom grinned when he pulled his shirt over his head, biting his lip when Jake stepped out of his jeans and climbed on top of him.

“Yeah.” Jake bit Ransom’s lip as he started to undo his fly, pressing his body into the bed and groaning as he rolled into him. “Wanna feel you for a week.”

“You want me to wreck you, blondie?” Ransom purred when Jake grabbed his hair at the roots and yanked his head back so he could sink his teeth into his jaw.

“Yes.” Jake sat up and whined as Ransom pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper with his teeth. “Need that big cock. Wan’ you to blow my fucking back out.”

“Christ, three shots of tequila and you turn into a little slut, huh?” Ransom grabbed the lube from the bedside table and slicked himself up, wrapping a hand around Jake’s throat and pulling his face to his as he rolled the two of them and lined himself up. “You want me to prep you, J?”

“Just get inside me!” Jake practically howled when Ransom finally speared into him, winding his legs around his waist as he started slamming his hips into his ass. “Yes, that’s it, tear my ass up.”

“Oh, filthy boy.” Ransom gave Jake’s ass a firm smack that had the man arching into him and moaning wantonly, his fingers digging bruises into Jake’s hips as he pounded into him. “You like that, huh?”

“Fucking love it. God… fuck me. Fuck this ass so good.” Jake reached his arms over his head and arched his back in one of the prettiest damn displays Ransom had ever seen as he let out a happy whine. “Love being full of that big fucking dick… mmm.”

Jake was whining and moaning each time Ransom’s hips met his ass, his slutty little noises making Ransom almost feral. He couldn’t take his eyes fr the way the blonde’s pretty cock was bouncing with each thrust, a thin ribbon of precum leaking all over his abs as he gave a tiny wiggle and clenched hard around Ransom’s dick.

“God… shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Ransom growled as he leaned over Jake and bit at his throat, groaning when he felt his fingers dig into the small of his back. “You gonna come blondie?”

“Mmhm, gonna come so fucking hard.” Jake whimpered when Ransom rolled into him in a filthy grind. “That’s it, fill this ass up, want all a’ that fucking cum.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” Ransom groaned against Jake’s throat as his hips started to stutter. “I’m gonna give it you.”

“Yeah? Please, need it.” Jake whined when Ransom slotted his lips over his and slid his tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

“Good, that’s a good boy.” Ransom purred as he nibbled on Jake’s lips, holding him close as his body shook and he let out a thin wail, his cum shooting all over their stomach and chests as Ransom throbbed and filled the condom.

The two of them collapsed into each other once they were finished, their limbs tangled together as they breathed heavily and gazed at each other. Jake chuckled when Ransom nuzzled at his cheek, his hands squeezing his ass and keeping him close as they came down.

“No condom next time.” Jake bit Ransom’s ear and the brunette let out a rich laugh, sucking a bruise against his throat and humming softly. “Want you to fill me up until I’m leaking you for a week.”

[oneprompt]

hello there! may i request one portgas d. ace x fem reader with prompt 4 (trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover is kissing your neck, making your head spin) ace being the pest he is. pls & ty <3

authors note : hello ! my apologies for the delay … oh my. but yes ! I can do that for you, yes , yes <333 please enjoy !

Ace x F! Reader , Lover Distracting You Via Neck Kisses

Slightly Suggestive Content Below ! Beware

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You had been up for how long no? You had no idea, truly. You stood upon the top of the hefty ship deck of Whitebeards boat, looking through the vast star dotted sky for any signs of land. Being a navigator wasn’t easy, you had to work day and night. It didn’t matter what condition the weather was in, you had to stand out there all night and you devoted yourself to it. Even if nobody told you to do such a thing, you had to. It was the principle, the least you could do as not only a navigator, but as a friend.

You were so invested in your focused search, you hadn’t even heard the creaking of wooden planks and foot steps from a certain someone. To not notice your own beloved Ace… you were really dedicated to finding land, weren’t you?

“What’re you still doing awake?” Ace asked, hands stuffed in the depth of his pant pockets. He was topless as always, the moon light making his toned muscles appear as lovely as ever, highlighting every inch of his bare skin.

You gave Ace the basic courtesy of a side glance before your eyes returned to the dark scenery before your eyes. “I could ask you the same,” you said softly, not wanting to wake anybody. That was a mixture of both a comeback and a genuine question.

Your eyebrows knitted together in worry as you finally turned to the young man, giving him a sudden sliver of attention. “You should rest, you had a rough day today.” Your voice was full of sincerity, not holding back on any affections. If you acted cute, he was sure to listen. Right…?

Ace chuckled, making his way closer to you. You stared at his arm as it swung around your waist, locking your body in place.

“Why should I when you’re all the way out here?” Ace cooed, delivering a delicate kiss to the nude nape of your neck, left exposed thanks to the v neck shirt you wore. You couldn’t hold back as your cheeks went a rosey colour, resembling the most pretty shade of pink.

“Ace… I’ll be out here until sundown.. just go to bed. I’m looking for land to dock at..” you mumbled, shivering as your lover didn’t remove his warm lips from your neck. Why must he be so stubborn? Ace was never one to give up. Sure, you admired that about him for the most part but when it was in situations like this, it grew a bit aggravating..

You tried to wriggle out of Ace’s clutches but failed, his ripped arm keeping you snug close to him, mouth still exploring the surface of your skin. Part of you wanted to send him off, shouting at him to let you do your job. But you couldn’t. The kisses Ace left on your neck made you feel floaty, leaving a throb in your heart and the slow tightening of a knot within your stomach, a feeling that made your knees weak.

“Cant you take a break?“ Ace asked, murmuring against your neck. You gasped as a sudden warm and wet appendage grazed your neck, warming the cold surface with his scorching drool. “I miss you.” He licked a stripe against your neck before kissing at the line he left behind, watching your face turn redder by the second. He loved seeing you try your hardest to deny him, it was cute.

You wanted to abandon your duties, letting your lover take the long night out of your possession. But you had to find an island to dock at… there were some repairs that had to be done to the ship and lord knew you couldn’t do that upon the harsh oceans. And who knew what Whitebeard would say if you didn’t have the ship docked and fixed in time? He was a yonko… and nobody could go against one, not even their own crew mates. You greatly respected him and the thought of disappointing Whitebeard was one that you didn’t want to have cross your mind.

“I can’t, Ace….I-I’m being serious,” you huffed, trying to shrug away the pleasures sighs that threatened to pour from your succulent lips. “I need to find somewhere to stop, the ship needs to be…-“

The sudden digging of something sharp washed over you, a pinch of pressure applied to your neck. Ace really wasn’t going easy on you, clouding your mind with endless thoughts of sexual pleasure, something that could easily be fulfilled by him. How bad did he want such a thing…?

“Stop playing dirty…!“ You hissed at the man, teeth clenched to stop any of your high pitched breaths to be released. “I’m being serious… step off..!”

Your words clearly held no weight, as Ace’s gestures only worsened. You could feel one of his large hands slither into the back pocket of your jeans, pushed against the ripeness of your butt. Where did he think he was touching!? “Cmon… can’t you let me take care of you?” Ace purred into your ear, his burning tongue dancing along the fold of your ear lobe. He had no mercy, did he? As expected of a pirate…

That offer was too tempting, so painfully tantalizing. You looked down at the darkness of your shoes, your boyfriend still all over you, leaving his manly musk upon you already. This was all so intoxicating. Just Ace’s presence alone was enough to make your head run in endless loops.

You knew how important this task was, how mandatory it was to assist not just yourself and Whitebeard, but the entire crew. You wanted to keep your brain fixated on the surroundings upon the dark and cold ocean but your boyfriend made it entirely impossible. From the way Ace’s hands roamed your form to the way his tongue and lips plagued your mind with lewd thoughts. It was all far too much.

“F-fine…. But not for long.. this is important.” The sound of you finally giving in and submitting was music to Ace’s ears. He knew he could persuade you, even with such minor touches and movements. It was adorable how high your sensitivity levels were. One would never assume so, a pirate is supposed to be tough against anything. But your weakness was your lover himself. Ace was the one thing you couldn’t overpower. ”Dont worry, you’re in my care. I’m certain you’ll enjoy yourself~.”

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one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc 

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping 

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore​ i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore​

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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mama keida, your hungry bitches now humbly beg for your Thots© on these men and their eating out habits 🥵

oNCE again I have no CLUE which boys ya want but here, tiS under the cut

boba: since I wrote about this I hope YALL WOULD UNDERSTAND thAt when this bitch eats you out he’s gonna EAT YOU OUT. Boba likes to tease a lot before actually putting his mouth on you and so expect a lot of “aw, princess, what's got you so worked up?” or like “I haven't even touched you, little one, and you’re already dripping.” maybe he’ll coat his fingers in your arousal and then suck it off while you just have to watch. SHIT LIKE THAT, HE’S A SMUG MF bc if he’s putting his mouth on you he’S GONNA DO IT HIS WAY. when he actually DOES taste you, he just sucks your clit until youre shaking or begging aND THEN puts his entire mouth over you, isn't afraid of it getting a little messy, esp when Boba wraps his arms around your thighs and just locks you in place so you cant wiggle away. he’s a bit of a biter, so he’ll nip your thighs and very lightly scrape his teeth over your clit. when he FINALLY gives you what you want and lets you cum he just smirks and doesn't stop. he’s a fan of overstimulation and just, pushing you over the edge as many times as it takes for you to start sobbing a bit or just incoherent babbles. once he’s satisfied, his lips and chin soaked with your arousal, he’ll flash you a cocky smile and drag you into a lONG, open mouthed kiss   

din: baby boy. angel man. sweetheart who can do no wrong. since he's a virgin or very inexperienced, he’s very CURIOUS. he’ll be laying between your legs, head resting on your thigh as he run his fingers through your folds. he asks what feels good, sees what makes you twitch/moan or grab at his hair (pssst he likes his hair PULLED). din is a quick learner and so he jumps right in, licks a long line from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit and sucks for a little. he lOVES when you yank his head closer or arch your hips to get more of his tongue inside of you. din's not afraid of being loud and so, expect to hear little moans/curses/praise--whatever comes into his mind he just says it. imo I dont think he intentionally means to overstimulate you BUT he just cant get enOUGH--addicted to your taste when you cum on his tongue so he just doesn't stop. you have to force his head away and TELL him to stop or else yall gonna be there for hours ngl. he’s lived under armor for so long that every flavor, scent and touch is so fuckiN CRISP for din and so he wants to savor everything before he has to put the helmet back on. (also pLEase CaLL him a good boy--might bust a phat nut in his pants tho so wekejh)    

paz: a fuckin horndog. sit on his face--do IT, in fact he asKS YOU TO. he wants to drOWN in that wap. paz is an ass man and so he loves it when you let him eat you out from behind, or you ride his face reverse cowboy. if you’re into it he’ll stick a couple fingers in your ass while he sucks your clit or has his tongue buried in your cunt. his lips are very wARM and plush so it just feels like HEAVEN. he’s a talker too, wants to tell you how pretty you are or how well youre doing for him, yknow? he ALSO likes when you pull his hair or tell HIM how good he’s doing. paz is a big boy but he’s also a big teddy bear and he just wants to make you feel good. hoWEVER he does have a tendency to edge and or overstimulate you so watch out kekjhrekw  

rex: he jUST wants to treat his baBY--wants to show how good you make him feel by eating you out. I think rex is a bit reserved with telling people how he feels so he likes to show a lot of his love through action. he’ll sit you down on a couch and be on his knees for you while you stroke his face and maybe steal a kiss before Rex gets started. he definitely wants to hold your hand while he does it, scratch that HE NEEDS to hold your hand, needs to feel grounded and loved bc he adores you. it’s very slow and gentle--he’s worshiping every inch of skin his tongue laves over and savors each moan and gasp of his name. his favorite thing to do is suck/lick your clit while he fingers you--rex just likes to feel everything and give you his absolute best. since imo he’s a bit shy with these sorta things you need to encourage him and tell hm what he’s doing right and what you like, yknow? but after a couple times eating you out he’s AN EXPERT. he’s memorized you and uses it to his advantage. after you cum make sure to give him a sweet kiss, soft praise and ofc CUDDLES   

cody: lmfao gOOD LUCK YOU AINT WALKING STRAIGHT AFTER HE’s DONE WITH YOU. nine times outta ten cody will eat you out after he’s fucked you. he literally gives zero shits if his cum is all over you, he just wants his mouth on you IMMEDIATELY. it’s very sloppy and needy, lots of cursing on his part and rumbly groans. he’s a biter too, youre not leaving without his teethmarks or big ol hickeys over your thighs and hips. he you to remember for days (lmfao like you could forget). if you’re a Jedi/senator/whatever, and youre on a mission with him, he’ll 100% pull you into a supplies closet or behind a gunship and eat you out there. he doesn't care if you get caught, he actually thinks it’s funny if one of his brothers walks by and sees you cumming over his tongue and crying his name. he’s DEFINITELY a talker in bed and it mostly consists of him teasing you, that rumbly voice feels like heaven when hums around your clit or asks if you’ll be good for him and cum in his mouth. I also have nO doubt in my mind if you’re being a brat, cody will edge you for hours and then just fuckin leave. he likes to see you squirm..just a bit :)

wolffe: aGGRESSIVE--idk how to explain that other than aggressive but kjrkjehr wolffe bites and digs his nails into your thighs when he eats you out. I feel like he’s a blend between cody and boba with the teasing--he likes to edge you, maybe he’ll eat you out and then leave you at the brink of orgasm, leave for hours, and then come back and overstimulate the fuck outta you until you cry a bit. if you agree, he’ll want to definitely want to wake you up by putting his mouth on you with lazy licks and quiet groans. you should pull his hair too :) he Definitely wont Get Grumpy or Bite Your Thigh. I feel like wolffe could be a spitter, like he’ll spit on your pussy, rub it over your clit and then drag his tongue from the base of your cunt and then all the way up. yknow? he also likes it when you ride his face, doesn't care if he literally cant breath from how hard you’re grinding into him, all that matters is your taste on his tongue and you screaming his name. I feel like when he asks to eat you out it’s another way of showing how much he cares for you, bc like rex, he’s shy with feelings and so wolffe will do little acts of service like this or anything else you wanna try. but anyway, he likes to rip your panties off and just go ham    

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Dying Truth Part Two

A/N: This is for @armystrong980. The request is long, so I'm not going to put it here. Hope you like it!!

Part One

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summery. Getting shot in the chest is never good. But needing Sam to dig the bullet out is even worse.

Pairings: Sam/Reader(Friendship) Eventually Dean/Reader

Warnings: Blood. Violence

Knowing that I need to tell Dean the truth, so it doesn't come out at the wrong time as it did with Sam, I wait till it's just Dean and me in the Bunker. I first try to find him in his room, then the library. Finally, I see him in the kitchen eating.

"Dean, we need to talk." So I tell him when I take a seat across from him. Dean looks like he is afraid for a moment before he manages to school his features.

"There is something about me that you dont know, and I dont know how to tell you this, but...."

"Sam doesn't know what he is talking about Y/N. I was drunk and..." Dean starts to ramble on. Looking down at his hands that are now ripping apart the napkin sitting next to his plate.

"Dean, I'm immortal." I cut him off.

"What?" He looked up at me; his eyes were shocked and unblinking.

"I can't die, Dean. I also don't age. I don't know why I can't remember that far back anymore to know what happened to cause me to be this way. I just am. Sam found out on the last hunt that we went on. I jumped in front of him, taking a bullet to the chest." I am now the one that can't look up. I don't know how he is going to take this. I have been keeping a huge secret. I dont want Dean to get mad at me for this.

"You can't die? How old are you?...." Question after question falls from his lips, but he doesn't seem angry. So I answer all of them. I tell him how my journals say that I am at least a thousand years old but maybe older, how I don't remember my whole life. The human mind cannot have that many memories that I am glad that I didn't.

"What about your soul mate?" Dean says with a hopeful look on his face.

"In everything that I have lived through, I have never seen color, Dean. I am the girl that can live forever; I don't think that I have one." Dean's face when I tell him that, and I can't understand why. It's not his fault that I dont have one. And anyway, who would want to be stuck with me.

Life pretty much goes back to normal after that. Now just with the added question about my life now. Dean still gets mad when we are on hunts, and I jump in front of them. I just can't see the point of letting them be hurt.

But much like Dean, I can't stand witches. Something about them makes my skin crawl. We are over in raining Washington on a witch hunt. I can't hear what the witch is saying, but I don't even think I just act and jump in front of Dean. Then, a light so blinding hits me. I cover my eyes. When the light fades, the witch is gone, and I am lying on the ground, Dean's face hovering over mine. I can see his lips moving, but I can't hear him.

When his hand touched the side of my face, everything burst into color. Then, Dean moves my head, so I am looking him in the eyes. I always knew that his eyes had to be beautiful, but they are more than just beautiful. I am so overwhelmed by everything that when Dean picks me up off the floor, I dont even try to stop him. Instead, I let him carry me out and place me in the back of the Impala.

I must fall asleep as I dont remember getting back to the week's motel or how I get into bed. But when I wake up and Dean is sitting on the side of my bed, fingers running through my hair.

"Hey," I whisper out to him, my voice rough from not being used. Dean moves quickly to get me something to drink to cool water soothing my throat. I found out after that that I had been asleep for days. And that they called in a favor from a witch that they know to find out what was wrong with me.

It turns out that a very long time ago, I was cursed by a witch. It was old magic. Dark magic. It locked away my soul and forced me to watch the people I loved grow old and die. A fate that to some would be worse than death.

Finding out that the spell that I jumped in front of and the curse that I had didn't interact well, Rowena was able to get them both off of me and that I once more was mortal. That wasn't the most shocking to me. It was still the colors that I could see. I was so fascinated by them that I completely forgot that I got to see them because Dean touched my face.

We were still in that motel; Dean wanted to give me time to rest up and get used to this new information about myself. Sam had left to go and get dinner for the three of us when I blurt out.

"Can you see them too?"

"See what Y/N?"

"The colors Dean. Can you see them too..."

"You can see them? You can finally see them!" Dean rushes across the room to where I sit on my bed and picks me up, spinning me around in a circle. The most beautiful smile on his face, laughing. When he finally stops and sets me back on my feet before kissing me.

"I finally found you, my soulmate," Dean whispers as he pulls back from the quick kiss. So that is how Sam finds us wrapped up in each other's arms, stupid smiles on our faces.

A/N: I wasn't too sure if I was going to post this. I'm not happy with it. But I have tried and tried to rewrite it. But nothing is working. I hope you like it anyway.

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[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Love<3

Summary: hehe, this is very dirty. just a vampire!tom x vampire!reader ;)

Warnings: blood kink, biting kink, slapping kink, overstimulation kink, makes you horny that one is stronger then the other kink, kinda, i guess pain kink? Choking kink, dom on dom, dom on sub. unexpected switch. oral, fem recieving.  Uhm long smut 2. Enjoy thotters, dirty talk, light bdsm

The sky dark as candles lit on the night stands, the red silk curtains on the canopy of the bed rustling and moving on their own from the large window being open, letting in all the moon and the darkness that seeped through the night. The smell in the room husky, dominance seeping through the dark brown chipped walls and dark oak tiled floor.

Tom was there, on the bed. Sitting up and his head hung low, two of his limbs tied up on separate parts of edges on the bed, he waited for you as he looked down at his painfully hard cock, no shirt on, just black boxers, his hair with no gell so it was there loosely, some strands sticking to his forehead as he was eager for friction but wanted to stay obedient with you and show how proud of him you should be.

He tried spitting on it, embarrassing himself for thinking it was gonna add pressure to his dick, whining and tilting his head back, sexual frustration filling his soul as he started to ear up, he weakly called your name, begging you to some out.

“pleaseplease baby i need you so bad” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering as he was close to crying, trying to pull his arms together but failing, humiliated.

Hearing his voice made you smirk, knowing how bad he wants it and how much he needs it. You quietly walking in but his ears perked up, knowing your there there was a smile on his face, ignoring his cock that was more then clearly standing up.

“You called?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms and leaning against the door, feeling his heartbeat from just a few steps away. “God yes” he said weakly, “i need you so bad, sososo bad baby” tears rolled down his cheeks as he sniffled.

“Aww baby dont cry” you cooed, still smirking as you walked to him. You took your time, wearing a large black see-through robe, he could see your nipples poking out and the high thong you had on, swallowing thickly when you slowly took it off. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, innocently as you rubbed over your boobs, one of your thumbs making its way up to your moisturized lips, putting them in between and swirling your tongue around it, moaning a little making toms eyebrows furrow in anticipation.

You rolled your nipple with your wet thumb, tilting your head back in bliss and small whimpers leaving your lips making tom whine and try to move. you made eye contact with him, smiling and fangs on display, he eased into your gaze, watching as you slowly crawled into his lap, he looked up at you while you looked down at him, hand under his chin as you licked over your lower teeth slowly giving him a show as your other hand slipped over to let his hands loose.

he couldnt even tell that they were off until you brought one to touch one of your beautiful enchanting tit, he looked down at it, light bruising circled around his wrist but warmth in the palm of his hand, you let his hand go. and then it trailed down to his boxers, looking at him making your eyes glow as you kissed him, a small moan leaving your lips when he tweaked your nipple, you rubbed over his raging cock making him whimper and tilt his head back, you took it as kissing his neck, licking over his sweet spot, roughly licking it because you could smell the fresh, rare blood just in his neck, so you bit it, he choked a little, shocked as you backed up a bit, looking at the blood seeping through the bite marks, a dark red, a rich candy paint dark red. it heightened your nose, made your mouth water. “i promise ill take care of you, i just need this” you whispered, before your mouth latched onto his neck, his mouth dropped as he let out little whimpers, you held the back of his neck as your eyes rolled in pleasure, playing with his curls as your hips slowly rocked. you twisted your head side to side,getting lost into his blood until he called out for your name. 

 and you stopped, coming back up and looking down at him again, your eyes a road raging red as your teeth stained with red, licking over them as a small laugh left your lips “You are so perfect, baby boy” blood still pooling out of his neck as your hand reached down to let his aching cock loose, looking at the tip and its purple, pre cum leaking and you swiped your thumb over it, a moan coming from his lips as he latched onto your waist tight, watching you work your wonders before he held onto your panties, ripping them open. you looked at him with approval while he had a smirk on his face. “put it in for me,” he asked, something new coming over him, you liked it. 

you sat all the way ontop of him teasing him with your wet folds before putting it in, you both moaned “mmm, fuck your tight” touching you felt like his hands were on fire, but he enjoyed it, his hands on your hips tight to make you sart moving, your body rocking back and forth as you made eye contact again, your eyes still red while his stayed dark and brown, almost black, his lips pale as something also came to his nose, he could feel your heart beat, the pulse in your neck, so one of his hands came up to your neck, forcing you closer to him as he turned your head, looking at searching for the spot as moans ripped through you. when he found it he didnt hesitate, he digged in, his fangs ripping through the skin as a groan left his lips, he felt like he was in heaven, his hand tight on your throat to keep you from moving, the warm blood going down his thirsty throat, moans leaving his lips as the sides of his lips raised in bliss, small whimpers left your lips as you kept moving for him, his eyes becoming darker as he also swayed his head side to side, getting in deeper as he swear he could feel his fangs grow longer, his mind coating white as he moaned, overwhelmed as his heart beat picked up, his pupils becoming larger as his eyes stayed closed, his other hand going down to your ass, making you go faster as whines left your lips, but he could care less, he choked you tight, more blood feeding into his mouth, he licked over the two holes, not wanted to basically eat you alive before he pulled back, blood also seeping through your wholes as he felt like he became a whole new man, resting down on his back, hands behind his head as he enjoyed the view, cockiness seeping through his veins.

he took it away from you. and now your the weaker one, you took his blood.

guess whos the whiny bitch now?

he thought, a smirk on his face, small moans and his lips opening a little to let out the sounds while you whimpered and kept moving, looking up at him while your hands were placed on his shoulders, cries leaving your lips as you told him you couldnt do it anymore, it felt to good, you were so tired but arent done, you just couldnt do the work anymore. so much blood leaving your neck you almost became paralyzed.

“you sure, darling? because if so...i wont be able to stop” a hand came to your neck again, making you look at him while his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, you nodded looking at the small droplets of blood falling on his chest, you couldnt help but lick it up, your eyes back to their normal color as you nodded up at him, and he flipped you over, his face on top of yours before he turned his head, back to the two holes you go, you sucked and sucked, moans leaving your lips until he told you to stop and the blood just sitting into your mouth before he roughly kissed you, open mouth kisses making the blood leave the corners of your mouth, a mess all over both of your lips as spit and blood was traded, tongues swiping and sucking over each other,  the blood rolling down your cheeks and onto the red sheets, your heads turning side to side, so intense and in love with each other. “i wanna fuckin tear you apart” he whispered in your ear, biting it before he placed kisses down your neck, stomach and where you needed him, your hand dropped to his hair as he dug in, wetness and pre cum all over, his lips swollen and pink as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his two fingers fucking into you ruthlessly as your back jerked, moans leaving your lips as you pulled his hair, making him moan and work faster, both hungry for release and he wanted yours, he needed it. 

his fingers hit your spot over and over, you bit your lip so hard it drew blood and loud gasps left your lips as you leaned on your elbow, watching tom messily spit on your clit then lick it up repeatedly, his head going side to side as he looked up at you, your legs up in the air before your eyes rolled back, whines and whimpers before your back perked up. “fuckkkkk, im coming-” it was low, low voice until it raised as your cum pooled out of you “TOMMY TOMMY-” your legs shook and he didnt pull away, as much as you tried to push his head back he just growled into you, he didnt feel anything but it was a warning. he swirled his tongue over your whole, adding three fingers now as you let out cries, tears leaving your eyes by being over whelmed, your legs still shaking as your heart beat went racing. toms to dedicated to notice, he instantly slurped when he felt something leak through you, a laugh leaving his lips as he said he could be here all day.

you were fucked out but tom wasnt letting up, he still hasnt got his pleasure yet. he came up and slapped you back into reality “dont you fucking dare” he said, slapping you again making you whine and nod your head. he kissed the place he slapped before pumping his cock and placing it into you, he didnt let you adjust, he was to hungry, your legs on both side of him and moving in sync with his thrusts, his hands laced in yours, pinning them tight over your head “you look so beautiful, look at my dirty slut, so fucked out, taking my cock sooo good, huh?” small whines and whimpers left your lips “aww my little whore cant even fucking talk, her and her small tight pussy, letting me fuck it how i please? thats fuckin right girl, you wanna cum? you fucking beg, d-dont- ah” he moaned, “i dont care if you dont know how, you do it slut, you hear me?” he said, his finger nails tight in your skin as you nodded, “lemme hear you baby girl” “y.....y-...yes!” you had to let it out quickly. “goood girlll” he cooed, letting one go your hands go to swirl your clit. a small scream left your lips, your hips moving away from him as your mouth dropped “tomm- tommy- fuck-”

“dont forget what i told you” he ordered, eyeing you as you looked a hot mess, hair a mess, dried red blood on your cheek as your mouth hanged open and the bottom of your teeth still stained, fangs still out and your hands still above your head, hanging tight onto the pillow sheet. he took both of your legs and brought it to your chest. pounding hard as claps filled the room. “tom-tom can i please-fuck- can i pleaseee- fuck” you almost gave up. “tommy, can i pleasepleaseplease cumm!” your moan now high pitched as tom smiled “yes baby, give it to me- cum on my cock- mhmm, mhmmm” he said, his head tilting back as he felt your walls clench around him, squeezing your knees as a sigh and a gasp left his lips, his movements slowing as his mouth dropped, “fuckkkk” he let out, both of your climaxes pouring at the same time, he rode out both of your highs, milking the cum out of you, the luquids pooling down into the matress. he pulled out and fell beside you, both of your fangs coming back to normal teeth as sighs left your lips, he looked over at you and you were tired, like really tired, but he wanted you to clean up first. “y/n?” “hm?” “lets go take a bath”

he picked you up and placed you into the warm bath, rose petals and oils in, before he came in and laid you on his chest, he pressed kisses on your forehead as sighs left both of your mouths. (lol i couldnt think of anything else)