#give me that fucking muffing

[k9emote]

It JUST occurred to me that you're k9 bcuz k9 is like canine...

Anyways here's a muffin

I hope u like muffins-

PFFFFT. YES THAT AND ALSO BECAUSE 09 IS RECLAIMED FOR ME FROM TRAUMA !!!

i want that muffin irl so bad . so bad . so bad

[cathnospam]

Content Warning: College MHA AU, Oral (F! Receiving), Bakugo being Bakugo, Reassurance, SoftDom!Bakugo

You cried during sex and it freaked Bakugo out…

“B-bab—-y/n?!” The soft concerned look on his face in contrast on what he was just doing between your thighs was almost enough to make you break into a chuckle.

Not knowing what personal space is he cupped your chubby tear stained cheeks with his warm sweaty palm and rubbed the wetness away the best he could, “Why didn’t you use the safe word?!”

You blink, you could feel your high slowly wearing off if it wasn’t for his knee rubbing up against your clit. He didn’t even realize he was so close. “Huh?”

“Did I hurt you? Why —why didn’t—“

The tears just flowed naturally from your face, this was your first time with him and this new feeling of passion left you overwhelmed, his kissed, his curious touches, the groans and pants coming from you both as you rolled around in the messed up sheets of his bed.

His mouth was just as curious and intense as his hands, and in Bakugo fashion he gave it his all, looking up over the valley of your pretty breast to take notes of your reactions; to watch your face change when his tongue flicks in a new area, his lips practically made out with your lower ones which drew out a slurry “Katsuki~” and whine, which turned him on so much he kept doing so until he slid his thick muscle inside you, his ego inflated in ways he didn’t think could hearing you whine and moan for him, he grew confident, shaking his head back and fourth, in circles softly groaning while the slick mixture of his drool and your arousal. His forearm holding down your thighs to get a wider view of your his pretty pussy.

Who knew he was such a messy eater.

But he stopped, you started crying.

The blonde would first hurt himself before he ever hurts you, especially after giving him the chance to share such an intimate moment . He panicked.

“Katsuki, it’s okay.” You cut off his stammers, his voice was already cracking, you tend to forget how sensitive he really is under that hard exterior. You rose your back up on the headboard and pulled him down, his arms changing you in on the side of you, “I wasn’t in pain. It was the opposite.”

“How, dumbass you fucking—“

“Shut up.” You try to keep a deadpanned face, but the scent of your pussy on his breath made you subtly bite your lip, it was hot. “Well first off you were overstimulating me. Secondly, sometimes we can instinctively cry when something feels good or overwhelming, kinda like when you see people cry during weddings. They’re…happy tears.”

His face was pouted, small beads of sweats trickling down his forehead, and cheeks so warm and squishy you pinch ‘em to get a reaction out of him, “Tch….i knew that.”

“….I was really making you feel good?”

You smile, landing a slow kiss on his slightly thinner ones and tugging his fattier lower lip, you nod, “You made me feel really good. So good I cried. It’s a compliment.”

Bakugo ponded for a few seconds,finally relaxing his body to let you hold him for a moment, your heart beats laid in sync with each other, enjoying the quiet ambiance of his dorm , naked and comfortable.

“Do you still wanna keep going or wanna try again later?”

“Only…only if you want to—-I mean I do obviously, but I don’t wanna make it weird.”

“You couldn’t make it weird if you tried I wanna keep going….i was close.” You fake pouted at him, a crack of the smile came from Bakugo, he sighed in fake annoyance rising up,

“Then lay back,” He says as he pulls you by your thighs so you can lie flat on your back, “this time don’t cover your mouth when I eat you, okay? ….You sound hot.”

“We won’t hear the end of it in class tomorrow…”

“I don’t give a fuck.” His last words were muffed by his lips pressing against your sticky gooey pussy.

[jji-lee]

nerd jisung first time getting head

(MDNI)

nerd jisung x hot girl reader ofc , library head , whiny ji , loud ji , squirmy ji , sensitive ji , virgin ji , jisung's first time getting head , reader is more experienced , shy ji , snowballing haha guys hear me out , he immediately nuts. , reader is understanding , he’s wearing those thick framed glasses , big brained anon idea !

“are- are you sure about this?”

you slipped your hand under his shirt a small giggle escaping your lips,

“why not ji? don’t tell me you’re backing out now?”

He squirmed under your touch, eyes peeking through the bookshelves of the library,

“n-no of course not, just- just what if we get caught?”

He whined softly as you planted a wet kiss on his cheek, his knees buckling gently

“Then you’re just gonna have to be quiet, right ji?”

clearly it seemed like jisung couldn't follow simple instructions, whining at every touch.

"jisung please lower your voice."

"fuck- feels good, 'm sorry."

you smiled into his neck, tongue poking out to trace his tense muscles, his grip on your hips deadly.

"please, too much, gonna cum."

your hand slipped past the waistband of his sweats, reaching in to hold onto his hot length. he let out a gasp, reaching for your hand to stop you,

"already ji? we haven't even gotten to the best part."

you giggled as he bit his lip, hiding the whine that threatened to slip out as you got on your knees in front of him, hands pulling down his sweats just enough to release his length. he was huge, length slapping against his stomach as you released him the his confines,

“you’ve been hiding this all this time?”

he pushed up his glasses as he looked down at you letting out a huff as you grabbed his length, the sight of your small hand wrapped around him making his stomach clench. jisung knew he wouldn’t last long, he hid his face behind the sleeve of his oversized hoodie watching you give kitten licks to his leaking tip.

“‘m not gonna last, please.”

his muffed voice was whiny, a smirk growing on your face as you planted a kiss to his tip,

“please what ji? what do you want me to do?”

he sighed as you removed your hands from him, placing them neatly on your lap as you waited for his next move. he moved his sleeve away from his face revealing his flushed cheeks, lips swollen from biting them.

you watched the definition of his veins as he rolled up his sleeves, hand coming forward to cup your face. he ran his thumb against your plump lips. you looked up at him innocently as you parted your lips, his thumb now grazing your teeth.

“stick your tongue out.”

you were quick to comply, core growing impossibly wetter as he removed his thumb from your mouth, instead using his index and middle finger to rub your tongue. he pushed them towards the back of your mouth, groaning as you swallowed around the tips of his fingers.

“fuck you’re dirty.”

he wiped at the slight fog that had built up in his glasses from all his heavy breathing wanting to get a better look as he dragged his fingers against your tongue, pulling them out of your mouth. his shaky hand gripped his length as he pressed his leaking tip against your parted lips. you waited patiently as he tapped his length against your mouth, stopping to rub his precum on your lips.

his face was priceless, eyebrows knit together tightly, lips parted into a silent moan. you backed away from his length,

“baby, you can fuck my mouth, i won’t bite, unless you want.”

you chuckled softly as he shook his head, releasing his length so you can take over, moving his hands to grip the roots of your hair instead. you held him tightly, opening your mouth wide to fit him all.

you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, lips wrapped tightly around his length.

maybe it was your fault for being impatient, or maybe you teased him too much from the start. you clenched your eyes tightly as you felt his warm cum spurt into your mouth. a whiny moan leaving jisung’s mouth as he hunched over, grip on your hair tightening.

“oh my- oh my god. y/n i’m so sorry. i’m so- oh my god.”

the feeling of his orgasm was quick to fade, embarrassment taking over immediately. he dropped down to his knees, now eye level with you as he leaned into kiss you roughly, warm hands cupping your face. he ignored the salty taste of himself on your mouth, kissing you deeply before planting light pecks all over your face,

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry please, please don’t be mad, i should’ve said something-”

you giggled as he continued to kiss your face, his pants still around his thighs as he kneeled in front of you,

“sto-stop, okay okay! jisung it’s okay please, i’m not mad!”

he backed away from you, his glasses on the tip of his nose, revealing his soft eyes,

“you’re not mad?”

you shook your head, hands coming to fix his glasses.

“of course not ji-”

you smirked up at him,

“buttt, if you’re really sorry i have a couple ideas on how you could make it up to me.”

you looked down to see jisung’s length twitch slightly, a nervous cough coming from his lips,

“i-i think that’s a good idea, but maybe we should find another place.”

he lifted a nervous finger pointing past the bookshelves, you turned your head, eyes meeting the look of an annoyed studying student.

yeah maybe it’s best to take this somewhere else.

[floatmeintothesun-2]

mornings after

Pairing: Miguel x fem!reader

Tags: Smut, Miguel being soft, fluff, wc: 1.2k, super 18+

Summary: Lazy mornings with Miguel are always the best

MINORS DNI/EXPLICIT CONTENT

Inspired by this drabble

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there's an offensive beam of sunlight peeking through your curtains, cutting through the layer of darkness permeating the room. normally you'd be annoyed. normally you'd grudgingly get up and fix them yourself. but right now, you're much too busy moaning and gasping to really care, writhing in your sheets while Miguel precisely and methodically fucks your brains out with his thick cock.

he's got a heavy arm draped over you while his chest is flush to your back, warm and steady against your skin. You want to turn over to see him, see his gorgeous face, but fuck, it feels so good.

"you awake, baby?" and there he is, so smug and so fucking hot. his voice is like molten lava, searing and low, raspy and soft. you kinda want to elbow him a bit because God he sounds so satisfied with himself but he's so big and when he pistons back into you, your head goes blissfully empty.

He's not even fucking you hard, slow and deep, like he has nothing else to do, like he has all the time in the world to just stay here forever. and with the way his hands brush over your skin, you might just believe in it too.

you can't focus on anything but him, his warmth, his touch, the low rumble of his voice, him, him, him. fingers come up to pinch at your nipples, cupping your tits and fuck, you're seeing stars. it's slick, it's hot, and his cock is so fucking deep inside you think that if you were in a different position, it’d be bulging out of your lower stomach

"pretty girl," he murmurs, burying his face in your neck, "s-so fucking good for me, hm? you're so sweet — god, you drive me insane," and you feel the razor sharp points of teeth skimming over your shoulder as he moves down, trailing a path of wet kisses.

his pace is ruining you, so languid and lazy. it's torture, the way he winds you up so devastatingly slowly, building you up and unraveling you, piece by piece. sweat beads down your skin as Miguel laps up your flesh, dragging his tongue over your neck and then onto your ear. he's so close, you can feel his heartbeat, feel the way his stomach tenses and shifts, the way his body curves around yours.

“Shiiit, Miguel,” you hiss through your teeth, pressing back onto him, “you fe —feel so goddamn - good,”

Miguel makes a muffled sound into your shoulder at the praise, and his hips jump, hitting a spot that makes you suck in a sharp breath. Fuck, that feels good — so much better than good, and you’d come up with something to describe it but goddamn, it’s so hard to string together words right now. Miguel’s hand drifts from your tit, lightly tracing down, down, down, and you nearly scream when you feel him cup your mound, the heel of his palm pressing against your aching clit. He puts pressure lightly, encouraging you to rock back onto him with a liquid hum of delicious pleasure.

He’s got you so full and the way he drags thickly in and out has you practically keening. But he’s torturing you and you can feel it in the way he presses his smile into your shoulder. He knows what he’s doing — drawing you out taut, stringing out your orgasm with gentle, deep thrusts. It’s not enough. You need him harder, faster. Maybe if he hadn’t teased and teased and teased last night, you would’ve been more patient. More satisfied by this.

But you’re not. You want all of him, just like how he wants all of you.

“Miguel —“ you rasp, “i need more — fuuck.. I need y- need you so bad — “

Miguel groans and his hips jolt, his breath shuddering in his chest. 

“What — shit - is it, baby? What do you need?” He asks, even though he knows exactly what you want — he just wants to hear it from your pretty mouth. 

“ give me — m- more,” you beg breathlessly, clenching down on his thick cock and wiggling your hips. His pelvis automatically pushes forward at the tightness, and he muffles his whine into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer as he tries to calm himself. 

“Needy girl,” he grits out, and he pulls out halfway, only to jerk right back into you with a punishing snap, “-can’t get enough— of this cock, hm? Just — shiiit…” He sucks in a labored breath. You like the way he says it, low and heavy and so goddamn hot - you’re drowning between your legs, soaking his thighs. Miguel hisses, shoving his cock deeper, a rough moan escaping him. 

You wish you could kiss him, could grab at his hair and claw at his shoulders while he breaks you apart and builds you back together slowly. You settle for clutching at the arm looped around you, screwing your eyes shut at the onslaught of pleasure searing through your veins. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes. he's speeding up, chasing his own release as much as he is for yours, gasping against your skin. 

His slow and lazy pace has all but disappeared now, and he's fucking you in earnest, his thick and heavy cock dragging inside you, pressing up against that one spot thet makes you scream. there's a blinding white pulsing in your vision as your stomach twists into tight knots and no matter what you do, it just keeps mounting, higher, brighter. 

god, it's all encompassing, you feel like sparks are igniting through your nerve endings and you nearly sob.

you cum hard, clenching and convulsing around him, stars erupting across your vision. a great moan tears out of Miguel's throat as he fucks you through it, heaving as he presses in as far as he possibly can, his grip tightening and his abdomen tensing as he finally finishes. 

he stills as thick viscous cum pumps into you in ropes, his teeth sinking lightly into the meat of your shoulder, threatening to break skin. He gives a few last lazy thrusts before slumping, relaxing and tugging you flush to his body with a huff. While you blink stars out of your eyes, Miguel pulls out and flips you over, settling down with an arm draped over you.

“Ugh…i feel so sticky,” You grumble, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to his cheek. He opens his eyes, and fuck, he’s so goddamn pretty. Radiant. “We should go wash up.”

“Mm…five more minutes. I don’t want to get up,” He mumbles, turning your face to his so he can kiss you lazily, tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You know him. 5 minutes will turn into 10, then 30, then before you know it, you‘ll have spent the entire morning cuddled in bed with him. Judging by the way he’s looking at you (eyes that crinkle in the corners) he knows it too. 

“Fine. Just five minutes though,” You kiss him back and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his eyelashes fluttering shut as you keep on kissing him, again, again, again, to make up for not being able to while he rocked your world. 

“Just five minutes,” He agrees, hunkering down and grabbing the blanket, drawing it back over both of you. 

—

You end up spending much longer than five minutes in Miguel O’Hara’s bed. It’s not something you’re opposed to doing again. 

—

Guys i blacked out this wasn’t supposed to turn into a fic. I told myself 500 words at the most but i have no self control

[sultrysparkles]

★ FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY ★

[•~featuring: satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna~•]⊹₊ ⋆

[•~synopsis: you piss the jjk men off and they get their get back~•]

[•~a/n: prob not gonna post next week, a whole bunch of tests:(~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || silent treatment ⊹₊ ⋆

was it petty to give Satoru the silent treatment after a small argument the two of you had yesterday over something so simple? it was simple, you just wanted him to take you seriously for once. you felt like he only saw you as a joke, a doll he could mess with whenever he wanted to. and satoru, didn't respond so effectively in terms of solving the issue. instead the two of you argued the whole night, over something that could've been solved with some basic communication.

so here you two were, about 3 days without saying a single word. egos way too high to just apologize and move on. it seemed like the both of you were taking it well but in reality it was destroying you both severely. you guys never had so much tension between the two of you before. and after a couple days, satoru was not taking it anymore.

"mmph!!- satoru s-slow down!! please!!" you mewl, legs stuttering as satoru's hips buck into you harshly and quickly. the white haired man just stared back into your eyes, his eyes were so empty and dark, sending cold shivers down your spine. "nah. thought y'said I never took ya seriously right? shut up n take it." he scolds, fingers drilling into the fat of your hips, as his thrusts got more intense, leaving you moaning for more.

his words only made your cunt wetter, fueling that dirty desire of yours. you could feel how deep satoru was in you, his hands pushing your knees so much into your chest you were surprised they haven't broken off yet. the angle made it feel like satoru's tip was just repeatedly slapping your cervix. making you sob for more by each and every thrust.

and you'd be stupid to think satoru was going to let you do whatever you wanted. no- he was going to show you how much frustration you made him feel. because there was no way that you thought he thought you were just a simple joke to him, while it was the complete opposite. you were his everything. if he had ever lost you, he may loose himself. so hearing you mutter such words fueled his fury.

satoru shoves two fingers in your mouth, forcing your sore puffy lips to shut all around his fingers. he relished the feeling of your tongue swirling and sucking on his digits. your moans only getting louder, but less audible. muffed moans and cries left your lips as satoru leans down to your ears, making sure you heard everything he was about to tell you.

"thought you weren't gonna talk to me ever again. what happened to that? you thought I would just let you go so easily, hm? exactly so take this cock you've been begging for, and I want not one sound out of you. do you understand?"

|| SUGURU GETO || jealousy ⊹₊ ⋆

to suguru, it was obvious that he had a hot girlfriend. he knew it. and he should've been used to it by now. guys always checking you out, admiring your ass in those jeans. or watching your tits in that one v-neck top that already made suguru angsty, and cautious. and usually he would just brush it off, knowing it wasn't your fault you were so so beautiful.

but what pissed him off was the way you feed into every single guy's delusions. I mean it was obvious wasn't it? the guy taking your order at the coffee was so intensely staring down your shirt. and the way he would ask you so many questions, attempting to make small talk. it made suguru sick. and the worst part was that you were flirting back. giggling at his below average jokes, and flashing him your contagious and mesmerizing smile. oh you definitely were doing this on purpose, suguru knew it.

knees burning due to the friction between your legs and the carpet floor of the car beneath you. suguru had been forcing your head up and down his cock repeatedly for what felt like hours. he was forcing to "apologize" to him for "flirting" with the barista. you knew you didn't do anything wrong, all you did was talk to the man. so you weren't gonna apologize for something you didn't even do.

and suguru was not having it. he knew you did it all on purpose. so he was going to force an apology out for you. because he was in disbelief you would flirt with a random guy right in front of him. he bobs your head on his cock swiftly, the ball of hair in his fist tangling severely. he had been doing this for about 30 minutes, with no intent of stopping.

you drooled and gagged all over his dick, sticking to your point. and the more and more you refused, the more suguru would force you down on him. his deep hoarse mutters of "just fuckin apologize." as his hips would also buck into your mouth.

he didn't care about the tears streaming down your face or the drastic red your lips had taken. he was sure to abuse your mouth until he got you to admit your actions. and the sounds of your gagging only fueled him even more, feeling the tightness of your throat engulf his cock. this went on for another 10 minutes before suguru pulls your hair up, forcing your head to snap up.

"looks like ima have to try something else, since you wanna be so difficult, but it's okay I'll get that fucking apology out of you. get on the seat"

|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || teasing him ⊹₊ ⋆

toji loved to be a pain in the ass. he loved to see that annoyed look plastered all over your face. he took pride in it too. never forgetting to accidentally walk in on you showering. or his hands somehow slipping up your inner thighs, finger just merely touching your clit. he just loved to watch you squirm because of him.

and it annoyed you. a lot. you felt like he couldn't go 2 seconds without any attempts to crawl under your skin. so what did you do? you simply did it back, only this time taking it up a notch.

okay so maybe brushing your hand all over his clothed cock in the middle of eating out, wasn't the best idea. you argued that it wasn't your fault that your hand just so happened to slip by. accidentally squeezing his already halfway hard dick. toji wasn't a fool though. he knew this was your "payback". but instead of accepting the consequences of his actions, he merely just going to make you regret it.

"p-please toji, m'sorryy" you moan, fingers rushing in and out of your hole swiftly. toji had forced you to play with yourself until he felt satisfied. and it was hell.

all you wanted right now was to feel toji's shaft in you. to reach lengths your weak short fingers could never. to feel how big he was , and how much he would stretch you out. savoring the painful but pleasant burn it brought. and your fingers were getting tired. you had been fingering yourself for about 20 minutes, orgasming almost 4 times at this rate. and all of it was still not satisfying to toji

"shouldn't have been such a slut earlier then, if you wanted to get fucked just say that." he growls, arms crossed as he watched you, those dark menacing eyes tracking your every movement. "be grateful you using your fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle how I would treat you right now." he speaks, hands tucking strands of hair behind your ear. you were just going to have to wait, wait until toji was happy enough with your current state.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || disrespecting him ⊹₊ ⋆

is anybody surprised that Sukuna has an outrageously high ego? it should be so obvious. sukuna knew that he was important. and he knew he wasn't even worthy to be near the presence of most people. in summary he was very egotistical.

and when you two were arguing earlier, about how he didn't treat you well enough. you weren't lying though. he would constantly leave you on delivered, constantly bullied you, and even just straight up ignoring you some times. and you were sick of it. and it all happened so quickly, you swore it was just the heat of the moment. you didn't mean to call him "the worst boyfriend in the world."

so when sukuna heard those offense and outrageous words come right out of your mouth, he knew that you had gone too far. completely lost your mind. who were you even to call him such a thing? he knew in his mind that he was perfect, so maybe you just needed to get put in your place.

"would the worst boyfriend in the world be fuckin ya right now, whore?' he scoffed, grasp around your neck growing tighter. sukuna had you on all fours, on the cold wooden floor of your shared apartment, forcing you to take both cocks in your pussy. he was making sure that you would feel his wrath in the way he would thrust into your cunt, the pace so harsh and fast it made you dumber and dumber by the second.

his two large cocks in you at once wasn't helping either. it was one thing to feel him in you but twice?? it was so overwhelming, but it made you crave him even more. sukuna was so rough with you two. he had forced those two cocks down into you with no remorse for your feelings. and been though you should be scared or concerned, you just felt hornier and hornier by the second.

"s-sukuna!! gonna cum!!" you mewled, voice raspy and hoarse just from the amount of screaming you had just experienced. and you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten, the stars building up in your vision, making you let out breathy groans and moans. only for it to all be ruined. sukuna pulls out of you, hand pulling your neck up. "who said you could cum yet? hold it in while I show you how bad of a boyfriend I can be."

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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Jon barely shifted the Mustang into park before jumping out and sprinting toward the house's front door. “Dom!” he called, frowning as the house was deathly quiet. Glancing back, he noticed her car was not parked out front, and his heart sank further. He then walked over to the garage door, his frown deepening as he noticed it empty too. 

Sighing. Jon pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Dom’s number, cursing as it went straight to voicemail “Fuck” he muttered, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. “So fucking stupid.” 

He tried calling Dom two more times before calling her sister. 

“Hello?” 

“Muf–” 

“You fucked up.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Jon replied, trying to keep his temper in check. “I need to talk to her, she with you?” 

“Mmhm,” Desiree, replied as she looked over at her sister who was sitting on the couch, staring off into space. “I don’t think she wants to talk to you, Jon.” 

“Look, just put her on the pho–” 

“Yeah, I’m not going to do that.” Desiree stood from her seat on the couch and went into the kitchen. “Going back to your ex is crazy Jon! What were you thinking?!” 

“I didn’t go back to my damn ex! I just–” 

“You just what? Went over there to chill?” She scoffed  “Just give her time. She’ll come  to you when she’s ready.” Desiree didn’t give him a chance to respond before she hung up the phone. 

“FUCK!” Jon yelled out and threw his phone down on the table. 

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Friday Afternoon

Dominique stayed with her sister for the rest of the week. In her mind, she and Jon were over. There was nothing he could do to fix this. He ran back to his ex again ain't no way she was just going back to him. While she was in the wrong for not being honest about her stance on marriage he was even more wrong. 

Dominque let out an audible groan as she made her way into the arena that was hosting Friday Night Smackdown. She had tried every excuse in the book to get the day off, but it was short notice and they would have nobody to fill in for her. 

“Now whose ass do I have to beat for putting a frown on that pretty face.” Dominque stopped walking at the sound of a very familiar voice. She had a wide smile on her face as she made eye contact with Dave and walked closer to him. 

“Dave?! What are you doing here?” She said, giggling as he pulled her into a hug and lifted her off her feet.”

Dave Bautista looked like he hadn’t aged a day. Before Jon, Dave was the one Dominique thought she was going to marry. But after he left the WWE in 2014, their relationship couldn’t handle the distance. Their split was amicable,  with both of them being extremely civil with each other.  But as Dominique stood there in front of the first man she ever loved, she couldn’t help but think this was a sign. Maybe Dave was the one she was supposed to be with. 

“Y’all in my neck of the woods. Of course, I had to come by and see Hunter.” He said answering her question. “And you.” He muttered the last part, as his eyes did a sweep over her, she didn’t miss the way his stare locked on her bare ring ringer before meeting her eyes again. They stood there staring at each other before they both burst into laughter. 

“Whatever Dave.” She said as she rolled her eyes. 

“I had to try, I mean imagine my surprise when I found out you were engaged to little Jonathan Fatu. You know I used to hang out with his pops and uncles back in the day.” 

“You make it seem like you’re so old Dave,” Dominique said, rolling her eyes with a chuckle.

“I'm 53 years old Dee. I think that's pretty old.” They both laughed. 

“Oh fuck” Josh whispered, his eyes bugging out his head and she saw Dominique and Dave fucking Bautista talking. “Oh shit Uce… this ain’t good.” He said looking over to Joe who seemed very disinterested.  “Go interrupt them” 

“What?” Joe snorted, raising an eyebrow at Josh  Why me?” 

Josh sucked his teeth. “Cause ain’t you like friends with him or something.”  Joe let out a huff and began to walk towards Dave and Dominique but Jon stepped in front of him. 

“Um hello, you two don’t know how to answer a phone?” 

“Oh, uh..” Josh trailed off as his eyes flickered behind Jon. Jon frowned and turned around to see what Josh was looking at and his heart dropped into his stomach. 

“What the fuck?” He whispered as he watched Dave lean down and hug Dominique. his voice thick with disbelief as he watched Dominique respond to Dave's hug. Jon couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dominique’s face. The way she looked at Dave—it wasn’t just a friendly exchange. It was something else, something that made Jon’s chest tighten in ways he hadn’t expected. He could feel his pulse quickening, the jealousy crawling up his throat, even as his mind tried to catch up with what was happening.

“Jon…” Josh said hesitantly, but Jon wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. His eyes were locked on Dominique and Dave, his body tense with a mix of frustration, helplessness, and raw jealousy. “Aye man, relax.. They could just be catching up.” 

Josh and Joe shared a look before returning their attention to Jon who was glaring at Dave and Dominique. “Uce, do not go over there and start shit… Be level-headed. That’s Hunter’s boy… we don’t need no shit coming our way.” Joe warned. Jon sucked in a deep breath and gave Joe a curt nod before walking over to Dominique and Dave. 

Jon clenched his jaw tight as he made his way over to the pair. He cleared his throat as he got closer, causing Dom and Dave to look over in his direction. Dave looked between the of them before excusing himself. “Can I talk to you?” Jon asked her, his voice coming off more hostile and rough than he intended. 

“Jon..” Dominique trailed off with a sigh, her shoulder sagging as she turned her attention to him. “I don’t wanna fight with you.” 

"I don't want to fight either," Jon said, his tone softening slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry. I just - You gotta know I wasn’t on no disrespectful shit Dom. I wasn’t even thinking... I was going to my mom’s and I just…” He trailed off with a shrug. “I shouldn’t have went in. I should have come back home to you.” 

“But you didn’t. Like honestly I’m at fault here too right? I mean I wasn’t honest about my stance on marriage but I have and would never do the shit that you did. Give that girl your number. Foul as fuck. And I forgave you for the whole Trinity situation the first time but now… I can’t” 

“I know I messed up,” Jon repeated, trying to keep his voice steady, but now refusing to make eye contact with her. “But, Dom, I didn’t go to Trinity for some… rebound or whatever you’re thinking. I just needed to clear my head. But that kiss.” He stopped himself, his eyes going wide as he looked over at her. He watched as Dominque inhaled a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes at him. 

“What kiss?” Dominique asked, he heart now pounding in her chest. 

“Dominique, please. I– she kissed me but I pushed her away immediately.” He tried to reach out and grab her hand but she shook her head and backed away from him. 

“Sure, okay,” She said as she rolled her eyes, not believing a word he said... “Here I was, just telling Dave that I was gonna swallow my pride and apologize to you and you out here running back to your ex?!” 

“I wish you stop saying that shit.” he hissed. “Ain’t nobody running back to Trin.” By now. Josh and Joe had walked closer to them ready to separate the couple.  Dominique snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“So if you’re not running back to her what are you doing then?! You got drunk and went to her. You left our home and went to her and then your standing here telling me you kissed her?!” Dominique scoffed as she started backing away from Jon. “Nah, you got it. It’s obvious that you wanna still be with Trinity so i’m not gonna stop you. Go feel the glow or whatever.” 

Josh coughed out a laugh whiched cause Jon and Joe to glare over at him. 

“Dominique wait! Just listent to me.” Jon called out as he started following her down the hall. “I want you. I want to be with you! I wanna work this out.” 

Dominique suddenly stopped, causing him to almost bump into to her. She turend on her heels and glared at him. “I wanted to work this out too. But.. I can’t.. Not after you just told me you kissed her.”  Dominique shook her head and turned around again to walk away from Jon only to bump into someone. Once she seen who it was, she wasn’t able to hold back her emotions anymore. 

Dominique watched as Trinity gasped and looked past her to look at Jon, and that’s when Dominique lost it. Dominique's fist connected with Trinity's jaw before anyone could react. The sound of the impact echoed through the hallway, followed by a collective gasp from the onlookers. Trinity stumbled backward, her hand flying to her face in shock.

“Oh shit!” Josh called out, him and Joe rushing foward to try to stop the fight along with Jon. 

“Dominique!” Jon called out, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her away from Trinity before she could land another hit. “Stop.. Chill baby.” 

Dominique wrangled her way out of Jon’s grasp and before she could stop herself, she slapped him in his face. “I swear to god... I’m done. Stay the hell away from me!” She hastily wiped away the tears that were now coming down her eyes, she gave him one more heartbroken glance before walking away. 

Authors Note: huh... i mean y'all did say Dom was gonna drive Jon into the arms of another woman 😬

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[ieatgoldfishy]

Office hours - Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Cw: mean! Miguel, fang kink, overstimulation, rough sex, slight CNC, degradation, public sex sorta, reader is fucked over a desk?, office sex

(Thank you so much for all the love of the last one,

I didn’t think anyone would see it,

Again, please request things!

Not proof read )

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You were finishing up paper work for your boss for the new deal he’d made with another company when you got a call.

“Miss. L/n? Mr. O’Hara is requesting you to his office. He says it is urgent. Please come down here.” The voice said. You paper clipped the papers together and walked up to his office.

“I was going to visit him anyway to give these to him but what does he want with me?” You thought. Just as the elevator doors opened, you could hear Mr. O’Hara yelling at someone and then sent them out of the room.

You walked past them on your way and they whispered “good luck” to you in a shaky voice. You approached the door and knocked. “Who is it?” Your boss said in a raspy voice.

“It’s y/n, sir. You asked for me?” You only heard footsteps coming towards the door when it suddenly flew open. There stood you boss, looming over you with his built figure.

“Get in” he told you, you stepped in. You watched him as he sat down In his chair looking stressed. “Are you doing alright, sir?” You asked in a sweet tone, not wanting to upset him further.

He looked even more stressed after you talked to him. You walked over to him but he turned his chair around before you could see him fully. “Mr. O’Hara what is wrong?” You walked to right in front of him.

You saw him, sitting in his chair with the biggest bulge you’ve ever seen. “O-oh” you let out. “I’ll get going, sir” you tried walking away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his lap, sitting you down on it.

His bulge was sitting right up against your pussy. You let out a whine and he rocked your hips back and forth. “Y/n, let me fuck you, I need to” he moaned into your ear.

“Fuck” you breathed out. “Yes” you told him. In an instant, he had shoved everything off of his desk and had slammed you onto it. You looked back him and he was squatting down to your pussy.

His pulled your panties clean off and threw them somewhere in the room. He licked a stripe up your cunt and stood up. Leavening you with need.

You heard him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He slapped the tip of his cock against your hole. “Beg for it” he demanded.

“Wha-” you tried to say before he slammed his hand down on your ass. You let out a choked moan. “I said, beg for it” he told you again. Landing another hit onto your ass.

“Please, sir” you let out. “Oh baby, your gonna have to do better than that” he said, leaning down to your ear. “Please, sir. I can’t take it anymore. I want you, I need you” you moaned out.

Without saying anything, he slammed his dick into you and started moving. The stretch was almost unbearable. He was moving at a rough pace while watching you squirm.

“Ya like that? Is that good enough for you, slut?” He asked. His voices never cracked besides him being buried in your cunt. You gave a nod. You could feel him so deep Inside of you.

He was fucking you dumb on his cock. The only thing you could think of was his dick, hitting your cervix with every thrust. He hit your ass again. “Answer me bitch!” He yelled. “Y-yes!” You almost screamed.

He kept fucking into you until there was a knock at the door. “What do you want?” You yelled out. He stopped fucking you and put his hand over your mouth.

“Mr. O’Hara I needed to drop off the papers!” The person said back. Miguel had started to slowly thrust into you. “Give them to my secretary!” He said, anger in his voice.

You could feel your orgasm building fast. Miguel started to thrust quicker. You let out a muffed moan. “Is everything alright in there, sir?” The person sounded worried.

“Everything is fine now get out!” He yelled. “Are you sure? Miss. Y/n isn’t at her desk and-“ “GET OUT” he told him once again. The person left and Miguel started going faster than before.

You orgasm was building up so quick. “Miguel! Fuck!” You screamed. “Shit” he breathed out, “ do that again” he whispered. “Miguel..” you whimpered out.

You were so close to your orgasm it hurt. You brought a hand down to rub your clit and he slapped it away, replacing it with his own.

Your orgasm crashed down like a wave. You tightened down on Miguel and he stopped for a moment before he sat back down on his chair and slammed you down onto his cock once more.

He had both hands on your boobs as he ripped open your dress shirt and bra. He hands moved to fondle your boobs as he was still fucking up into you.

Your brain was turning into much at the overstimulation. One of Miguel’s hands had stopped squeezing your chest and was brought down to run your Clit again.

“Your so tight around me, love” he told you. His voice was almost sending you over the edge. It was so smooth and seductive.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. “Fuck, baby” he moaned. You leaned into him and he rested his head into your neck.

He took his hand away from you chest and pulled your shirt collar off you your neck. You could feel his and your orgasm approaching. This one feeling better than the last.

He sunk his fangs into your shoulder and that sent you over the edge. You squeezed him tightly and you felt him cum inside of you. “Jesus Christ, y/n” he breathed out.

“Your buying me a new uniform, I swear to god” you told him. “Yeah yeah whatever” he brought you to the bathroom in his office and got you cleaned up.

“You should get angry more often” you told him.

[sanjisblackasswife]

ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Bad Summary: You catch them playing with themselves to you.

Cw: SMUT, All consensual , Established relationships, Sanji does Panty Stealing, Zoro is looking at Seuxal Pictures, Luffy is Watching You

Luffy

Luffy was never the type to have shame. Any shame he did have was long diminished after he started dating you.

“Put…ah! Your fucking fingers inside yourself.”

Like now.

Like clockwork Luffy is behind the creaked bathroom door squinting his eyes to focus on the slutty sight before him.

“Lu…”

Two fingers making messy circles on your soft worn clit in the bath tub. It’s been about 1 week of no sex time with your boyfriend so the little time you do have to relax. You use it thinking about him.

It’s been 4 days of this routine so far and by the second day you found out your boyfriend was a true pervert you decided to give him a show.

It wasn’t hard to find out, right after getting out the tub you noticed the door opened and his hat left on the floor.

He was always horrible at stealth. Plus his moans didn’t seem to be so quiet either.

Tonight, you grew tired. It was fun at first to have him watch you moan his name, aching and wishing your fingers was his tongue instead but now you crave the real thing.

Opening your eyes, you and Luffy’s lowered lids meet, and in an instant you see his head vanish, you knew he was panicked so you giggle.

“You can’t watch me forever, Lu…come here.”

Peaking his head back in, cheeks flustered and bangs almost covering his eyes he eases his way in, your eyes widen to see him COMPLETELY naked trying to cover his dick but the closeer got to you the more his hands moved back down.

“How’d you know I was watching you.”

“Because I know how you sound when you’re moaning—“

“I DO NOT MOAN, YOU DO WAY MORE THAN ME!” He pouts crossing his arm, his dick springing up still hard and blushing which makes you burst out laughing

“HAHAHA! Fine, just come in here I’m tired of using my fingers.”

“I bet you are. You’re bad at it anyways—“

“Excuse you!”

Luffy giggles jumping into the bath with you, your arms immediately are thrown around his neck for multiple kisses as he hovers over you in the warm water since you missed him so much before getting to the part you both been waiting for and needless to say you proved him right.

You do in fact moan more than he does.

Sanji

Such a pervert

such a damn pervert.

He has been stealing your panties from the day you allowed him to be your boyfriend.

You never knew for what exactly, a trophy? A good luck charm? You didn’t care to ask, he was a pervert and you knew it before you got with him so it didn’t matter.

But this evening you finally figured it out

Sanji thought you were too busy hanging out with the girls that he didn’t want to steal you away. Which was no bother for him seeing as he had the perfect material to help him out when he is in need.

“Shit…” His breathing was shaky and slightly muffed from how he was pretty much smothering himself in your scent. Your pretty used thong right under his nose, he just couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the fabric.

Sanji knew it was wrong, even filthy but it all was too good, he imagined you in them, fingering yourself and crying out his name, maybe you’ve actually done it in those panties specifically. You have told him you do it from time to time when he’s busy and that thought alone causes him to pump his cock faster.

Even to do it on your side of the bed drove him insane he just didn’t want to stop but he had to quickly or else—

“Havin’ fun?”

You couldn’t hear the concealed scream from your boyfriend. Trying to hide your panties rather than his dick standing tall and proud in front of you.

“I-I um! I—“

“Stop stuttering you look a mess.” You close the door and lock it behind you to crawl on top of him, “You had to be naked to do all this?”

“I…my love I was…I just…I miss—MPH!”

You knew whatever bullshit excuse was ganna annoy you so you decided to shut him up with a kiss, not too long after you hand wonders to his cock giving it gentle strokes causing Sanji to whimper in your mouth and buck his hips.

He’s so pathetic and it turns you on so much.

“I knew wearing this skirt would have stirred something in you.”

“H-how’d you know…I-I-I mean you do look ravishing —“

“Yeah. I know I do…which is why I felt you eye fucking me since breakfast.”

Sanji couldnt have been more embarrassed, but you didnt seem to mind. It was a form of flattery to you.

“Well.” You throw off your top and toss your bra, the pervert’s eyes widen in shock to see your perked nipples at eye level “Lemme help you finish. I’m pretty sure my panties arent as good as the real thing yeah?”

Your love cook couldn’t have been more blessed to have a girlfriend just as pervy as him seeing as you began to stroke his shaft grinning beside his ear.

“Lemme hear some more moans of my name, Ji…please.”

“I—Ah!”

“Oooohhh Y/N! shit!”

“Good…hmmmm boy baby…”

He sounded even prettier with your slit rubbing against his shaft.

Zoro

He’s so full of shit lmao.

He teases you about playing with yourself to the thought of him but his ass uses pictures of YOU to get off.

You once gifted Zoro a few …provocative pics of you completely naked and at first he was a stuttering mess,

“I CAN’T HAVE THESE WHAT IF USOPP OR THAT EROCOOK GETS AHOLD OF EM?!”

“Then hide em.”

“YOU—!?”

He kept them, but swore to you he will burn them.

Well. It’s been 2 months and he haven’t lit up nothing yet.

“Fuck—“

You of course none the wiser didn’t know, he would use the spare time he had after a workout to use sometimes to …

blow off more steam..

His groans were nothing less than low, you were coming to see him because you missed him but the noises he was releasing from your room made you almost break your neck trynna see

“Fuck..FUCK!”

You gasp, of course that’s where go disappears to after training. Bastard didn’t even shower, laying all sweaty on your bed.

his wet tank top over his head

panting

face blushed looking at the lewd photos of your pussy

moaning your name

“Fuck it.”

You walk in and he looked at you like a deer in headlights, all you could do was smirk

“GET OUT!”

“IT’S MY ROOM YOU PIECE OF SHIT—“

“….”

“…”

“….don’t…”

You lock the door behind you, not wasting no time to crawl on his strong bare legs to straddle him, “Don’t what? Don’t say anything? Don’t say anything about you being so obsessed with me you didn’t even—“

He tried shutting you up with a kiss, and you ALMOST FOLDED but no. You had him in such a rare form you had to pull back.

“Uh huh. I wanna savor how shitty you are.”

“ME?! WHY—“

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU WAS GANNA BURN THESE AND LOOK AT YOU!”

You tease your finger tips up from his balls to his tip, playing with the stickiness of his precum that always riled Zoro up. He was so cute squirming below you.

“Well. Are you ganna suck it or not.”

“PFFFTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!…You think you ganna get it that easy?! Not from the shit you pulled, making fun of me for playing with myself but here you are doing the same.”

You push yourself off of him to take off your panties and face him with your legs spread teasing your clit as his eyes grow 2 times wider, cock already twitching.

“You’ll have to give me a show first.”

[withlove-angel]

This is the first thing i ever write in my life and i still don't know how this work...sorry in advance...

⚠️warnings: slightly degradion, teasing, dry hump, kind a smut?

Her place

"Law!" Y/n squirms as she feels her boyfriend pulls her to sit on his lap when she was only handing him a cup of coffee as he was working until late on his office.

"Y/n, I'm trying to work here.. How can I possibly get anything done with you on my lap?" Law have that teasing smile on his face, almost a punchble face if he wasn't so charming

She stare at him on desbelive. He just chuckles at how cute she is annoyed.

"Wait.... was I the one who pulled you onto my lap?! I am truly sorry, Angel. Perhaps I was distracted by how much fun you seem to be enjoying being around me. You better get off or I'll have to return the affection you are giving me right now."

His eyes scaning her body. God, how he liked when her body was pressed against his.

She thinks about it and smirk placing her hands on his shoulders "maybe i will like that... daddy..."

This nickname... the nickname that make him go crazy for her, he feels his heart beating faster as his mouth goes dry. Suddenly his pants are too tight for him.

"Y/n... y/n... are you trying to seduce me in my own office? While I am attempting to work? While all my subordinates are at the next room? Don't you think this is somewhat inappropriate?

His big hands glab her ass, pulling her closer. Their breathing got heavy as she rocks against him slightly.

"Or you just a horny little bitch that can't control herself? You will like them watching hm? Watching while i fuck your little cunt"

Y/n place a soft kiss on his neck "captain". She whine, feeling his big cook pressing her cunt. Her underwear all wet from her arousal.

"Your lips are making it difficult for me to refuse you" Law put two of his fingers on her mouth, y/n gladly suck it "If someone were to see us doing this, it would damage my reputation as a captain, but i think you don't care, right?" Law can't help but give her a little bite on her neck, wich made a sweet little moan scapes her lips, muffed against his fingers that are deep on her mouth "Oh come on now." He bites harder "I have deadlines to meet. I can't be distracted now. But if you insist on this. Then I shall not refuse."

He places both of his hands on her hips making her rock harder against him

"L-law" she moan his name as a mantra when he keeps moving her roughly. The friction making both of them going wild.

"Is this what you wanted? Being so wet only griding on me...I'm having a hard time controlling myself. I should just break you, you would learn your place, don't you doll?"

[mono-moonchilds]

A.D.I.D.A.S │KNJ

⤑ series: smutty song series (smutty little scenarios based around smutty songs)

⤑ pairing: idol!namjoon x femblack!reader

⤑ genre: smut!!

⤑ rating: explicit (18+)

⤑ word count: 1.2K

⤑ summary: All day I dream about (Shhh) with you. All day I dream about (Shhh) with you. They say that it’s overrated, but they ain’t doin’ it right. All day I dream about (Shhh) with you.

⤑ warnings: faces!tting, rough s3x, overstimulation, b!gd!ck!namjoon, if I missed any tags lmn but I think that's all

⤑ A/N: tumblr pls leave me alone i just wanna post my lil fics in peace

“Joon,” You breathed out. 

The sleeping man next to you only stirred a bit. His brows squeezing together ever so slightly before resting again. Letting out a sigh you shook him once more. This time it worked. His eyes opening a tiny bit, as he looked over at you, a sweet smile filling his sleepy face. He looked so cute. His growing hair sprawled messily across the pillowcase.

“What is it baby?”  Namjoon grumbled his voice low with sleep. 

“I need you,”

Without needing any further explanation a knowing smirk spread across his lips. Rolling your eyes you playfully muffed his head causing him to feign a wince. His hand sneakily made its way up the baggy shirt you were wearing giving your waist a light squeeze. “What you dream about this time?”

Your face grew hot making Namjoon laugh. “C’mere,” He directed pulling you onto his lap, his half-hard cock pressing right against your pussy making you let out a low whine. Slowly his fingers traced up your stomach until he met your hardening nipples pinching them ever so slightly. “You gotta tell me what you want. Tell me what that pretty little head came up with this time.”

This was far from the first time you’d done this but Namjoon’s intense gaze still had you feeling a little shy. “You ate my pussy then fucked me. It was so good. Felt like I could feel it in real life.” 

Your words made Namjoon grin. “You’re always so needy for me. Waking me up. Always thinking about my dick. Is there ever anything else going on up there?” He teased. 

“No one likes a cocky man Namjoon,” 

“Mhmm,” He hummed. “Get up here. Want you to sit on my face.” 

Not needing to be told twice you eagerly made your way up. Your pussy was still bare and aching from just a few hours before but you couldn’t care less. As soon as you were right over his face Namjoon didn’t waste any time. His hands wrapping around your thick thighs as he pulled you down onto his tongue. Letting out a soft squeal you reached out grabbing onto the headboard. 

Even between your thighs and his face full of pussy, Namjoon’s intense eyes were still trained on you not breaking eye contact for a minute. Alternating between fucking the wet pink muscle into you and suckling on your clit Namjoon let out low groans. 

Just like it had in your dreams, it felt amazing, your eyes watering over as the pleasure racked through your body. You could never get enough of this. Never get enough of Namjoon. And it was crazy because before him you never understood the hype. Always rolling your friends when they would gush about their partners. “Sounds overrated,” you’d bitterly comment, praying that at any moment they’d change the subject. 

But now you knew. Boy did you know, and even they teased you about your obsession now. 

All day every day you couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Namjoon. When you woke up in the morning it was on your mind and when you went to sleep it plagued your dreams. 

“Fuck-” You gasped, back arching as you grind yourself down onto his tongue. Namjoon slithers his hands up your ass helping to pull you down even harder. “That's right,” He muffledly encourages. “Use me- fuck my face.” 

You choked a whimper, roughly grasping onto his hair as your hips moved back and forth having a mind of their own. Namjoon looked up at you with excitement, moans leaving his own mouth even though you were the only one being pleasured. 

“Joon…joon- fuck,” You chanted out his name feeling the orgasm beginning to build in the pit of your stomach.  Latching back onto your clit he gave a long hard suck swirling his tongue around the tiny nub. 

“I’m gonna-” Before you can get out the last word your thighs clench together, toes curling back, as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.  Despite your body shaking like a leaf above him Namjoon doesn’t stop. His mouth leaving your clit as he then dips his tongue back into your hole fucking it in and out. 

“Shit-” You cried out trying to escape but Namjoon didn’t let up. It's not until his grip loosens just enough for you to pull away flopping back over to the original spot you were in with a bounce. “What the fuck,” You sucked in a deep breath.

Namjoon just laughed his entire face glistening with your juices. With one swift moment, he pushes you, rolling you over onto your stomach as he crawls on top. Before you can say anything or beg him to give you just a moment Namjoon shoves down his boxers pushing the tip of his cock into your pussy. 

Inch by inch he carefully split you open. You felt so full, mouth hanging open as you lay flat against the pillow. “There we go,” Your boyfriend sighed happily once all of his dick was finally in you. 

Leaning forward Namjoon presses a kiss to your shoulder blade then cheek. “I love you,” He whispers making a drunk-like smile form on your lips. With that, he pulls all the way out before slamming his cock back in. 

You let out a loud squeal, hands flying forward as you tried to keep as much distance between you and the headboard so you wouldn’t smack your head against it. The sound of Namjoon's thighs smacking into your ass filled the room. 

“Shit joon- yes fuck,” You mewled out. You could feel your pussy juices sliding down your thighs and soaking the bedsheet beneath the two of you. 

Namjoon drove his hips into you pounding his hips in and out as his fingers dug into your hips. “That’s right. Fucking take this dick,” He grunts. Namjoon's groans of pleasure rose in volume the only thought on his mind fucking you as hard as he could. Your body bounces from the sheer force of his thrusts, fingers clasping onto the covers. Namjoon circles his hips, rubbing the head of his cock into your cervix making your eyes roll back into your skull.

You could feel it again. The hot tightness in the bottom of your tummy. Your legs thrash -arms trying to pull you away. “Nuh-uh,” Namjoon tsked. One of his hands came off your hip now pushing your head into the pillow as he held you down. “Don’t fucking run,” 

Wordlessly nodding your head, you lay there helpless allowing Namjoon to use your body. He fucked you like you were nothing but a sex toy, bullying his huge cock into your tiny hole. Wrapping his hand around your throat, Namjoon pulled you up pressing your back flat against his chest. When he reached down to play with your clit that was your undoing, a loud moan leaving your lips as your pussy clenched down hard creaming around his cock. “Joon-” You cry out clawing at his hands as the orgasm ravages through your body. 

“No more-,” You choke out. “It's too much,” 

With a long moan, Namjoon’s hips stutter as he comes deep inside you. As he finally lets you go your body once again falls onto the mattress. “Damn,” He mutters from behind you as you feel his hands spread your cheeks open so he can watch the thick waves of milky  cum spill from your battered hole. 

“Shit,” Namjoon huffs out once he finally catches his breath.  “I love you so much,” 

You whimper in response, body spazzing against the mattress as you barely whisper the three words back your eyes already threatening to close. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Things We Can't Change

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: 👋

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You swirl the whisk around, wrist keeping a sharp and tenuous rotation as you hold the bowl steady. The rhythmic ting of the metal against the glass fills the kitchen and the silence of the large house. The place is static and surreal, just like the rest of your life. Ever since…

Don’t think. You won’t be alone tonight. Isn’t that something to look forward to? Is there anything left in this world you can be happy for? Maybe if you could feel anything but the flatline.

“My brother is not very happy,” Loki’s voice brings your head up as he strides coolly, “something about that little mouse and her attitude.”

“Oh…” you look back down, focusing on the batter’s consistency. Almost there. The burning in your tendons is almost enjoyable. To feel anything but dread. “Are they not coming then?”

“I never said that, darling,” Loki stops at the end of the marble island and rests his hand atop it

“Good, good,” you utter, “wouldn’t want this to go to waste.”

“Please, it will. No doubt my brother will leave crumbs littered across the floor like the animal he is.”

You look at him again and give a tight-lipped smile. He does this, makes you and offer but makes it feel like a favour asked. Was it not his suggestion to have Muffing come keep you company? Because he said it would cheer you up. That it would help you forget.

How could you forget what he did? You narrow your eyes and stare at him. Your wrist moves out of instinct and a loud clink keeps you from a full-blown glare. You look down. Fuck.

“Gosh,” you stop and drop the whisk to lean against the brim, “looks like I ruined them myself.” 

You sniff and turn away. You go to the other counter and pull close the tray of eggs. Start over. That’s the good part about baking, you can always try again. 

You separate the yolk into one bowl and the whites another. You flinch and break through the yellow with the shell as Loki snakes his arms around you from behind. You cringe as your whites are stained with the viscous slime. You suppress your disappointment and lower the shell as he nuzzles your neck.

“It is rather amusing to think of how you midgardians can find such joy in menial tasks,” he purrs, “on Asgard, we have servants who bake our bread.”

“Mmm,” you stiffen and rest your hand on the counter. “You must miss it.”

“I do, though Asgard never missed me,” he sways you with him, “we have some time… they are still upon the road…”

His hands slip down your sides and frame your hips. He pulls you against him, pressing his twitching crotch flush to your ass. You curl your fingers and swallow a shudder.

“I’ve egg on my hands,” you sidle free of him and grab a dishcloth, “and I promised Muffin strawberry meringues the next time she was in town.”

“Do you even know if she heard you? The creature seems rather oblivious.”

“She’s not stupid,” you argue but keep your tone from piquing, “she’s quiet, that’s all.”

“To think, my brother would make that his wife,” he approaches you again, penning you in before the sink, “none are so fortunate as me, are they?” He looms closely, leaning in until his nose brushes your forehead, “when I heard of those buffoons and their missing women… not me and my darling.” He touches the emerald at your throat, “I shall always keep her close.”

“My prince,” you murmur, “I wouldn’t…”

“I know you wouldn’t, darling, you are a prince’s wife now. You know your duties. You’ve proven to me that you could never let me down, yes?”

“Yes, my prince,” you reply. 

You hold back a tide of rage. You never would have said yes if you knew what it meant. If you knew what he would do. It wasn’t a fair trade. He is worth none of it but he is all you have left. Besides, he will never let you go and that fact sounds a lot more romantic than it truly is.

“My princess,” his hand crawls down your skirt, slowly tugging it up your thigh as he rubs his nose against yours, “the only promise I care for is that which you made to me.”

[complicitgirlfrot]

22, 65, 71 :)

This is in reference to this post. I think I’m gonna answer these a little bit out of order. Just so that all the tags are at the end, y’know?

22. What’s the hottest sex dream you’ve ever had?

This one is a little difficult cuz not only do I not remember my dreams very often (or for very long), but I also rarely have sex dreams it would seem. Though Recently I did have one that I made a small post about. TL;DR a tumblr mutual shotgunned be weed for several hours. There was no sex and the dream itself was not that horny but when I woke up I was very wet from it

71. Start typing out your dirtiest fantasy you can think of and don’t stop til you get so embarrassed you can’t go on any longer. Just make sure it’s actually something you’re into!

Hmmmm… because i've been answering over the course of a full day I got more than one for this.

I've been playing a lot of Corruption of Champions II lately (as recommended by a favorite mutual) so a lot of my fantasizing has been related to monsterfucking and demonic corruption and the like. Like the thought of being a demon's favorite fuck pet has been a go-to recently. The idea that a massive and all-powerful demon woman would look at me and see me as a perfect whore for her to get off with. How long would I deny her? Months of her filling my mind with impossible fantasies and pleasures that could only be real if i'd just submit? Weeks of her visiting me in my dreams to make me live them out night after night? Days of her taking an incorporeal form to tease me in public? Or would i just submit immediately? Bound to an eternity of servitude, never not knowing bliss. Maybe i make a deal to bind myself in exchange for my ideal body, and she turns me into the perfect avatar of her influence, that she might take control to walk this earth and fuck Who she pleases when she pleases. My senses still hooked up but with her at the controls, how long would it be before my mind melts entirely and I'm reduced to her perfect priestess pet?

As far as more realistic/achievable fantasies go, I… have tried to write this like 8 times over the course of the day so fuck it. Not gonna get fancy with it. I wanna be tied down, on either a table or bed, and have various areas tested. Experimented on. Blindfolded and bound. Have my world reduced to what I can feel and hear. The hushed chatter of a group of lab techs discussing plans for the day. The padding of feet and squeaking of wheels as someone approaches me. I can almost feel the heat radiating off them as they carefully inspect my naked body, thinking they’re down by my legs then yelping in surprise when they grope my tit, which gives way to moaning as they continue. More hands appear, fingertips tracing my still growing curves before vanishing from my perception, only to reappear somewhere else. Gently choking neck or grasping thighs. One of those dildo gags or whatever they’re called shoved down my throat because my whines are distracting some of the assistants. Nipples getting pinched and then sucked on, whether by machine or attendant I do not know. Ass being spread, first by fingers then by some manner of equipment. I don’t know what it is, but I do know it's cold and smooth and slick and I want it inside me. Small pulsing and thrusting mechanisms for muffing They seem to have some sort of machine for whatever, even slightly, erogenous zones they find. The gag is removed and the hands retreat, followed by the sounds of feet and heavy breathing. A buzzer sounds and I’m asked a series of questions from a speaker somewhere above me. Cycling through which dildo size, texture, and thrusting angle feels best for both ass and cunts. Then trying different combinations. What level of suction feels best on which nipple? Is it the same for your cock? What about vibration? Electro stimulation? Did you know that you’ve come four separate times from having your neck bit? If there is ever a moment where I am too blissed out to answer a question when they pause, they simply start that question over so I can feel the options again. Hours and hours of testing, sometimes with breaks to wrench me into a new position, or to replace the gags. Maybe if I am not compliant enough the blindfold gets replaced with vr goggles and noise canceling headphones, my vision filled only with pink swirls and voices offering gentle praise. Maybe at end of day, each attendant who wants or needs it can have their way with me. After a full day of cataloguing exactly how to make me cum they get to put everything to the test. They note for future reference that they ought to incorporate this kind of work into the testing. Did you know she cums 60% faster with tdick in her mouth? Or that she will lick cum off of herself, and calling her desperate for it will--

For the record i didn’t get too embarrassed to continue… just too aroused

65. What are your top five favourite blogs to masturbate to? Tag them!

Not counting my partner, who I masturbate with, to, and on regularly (not tagging them cuz they don’t have a horny blog so technically they don’t count), my favs are:

@pan-galactic-enby has a wide variety of stuff on her blog with excellent taste in lewd bits. We love lusting over the eroticism of the machine with it. Very fun to flirt with and Very ghey ;) 

@butchcockiness2 writes some amazing t4t erotica that often uses dynamics that I hadn't considered. His posts (specifically this one and this one iirc) are responsible for me learning how to muff myself, and then teaching my partner to do it (11/10 experience btw, I don’t think people talk enough about how mind melting muffing can be). Also I greatly appreciate the COVID posts and masking resources; I’m the last person in my city to mask it seems and they help me feel like I’m not going insane

@blairdsm is just generally really cool? And hot? She has called me out multiple times for my tags on her fursona posts and I haven’t been the same since (you can find those here and here). Both of her fursonas have high-key inspired me to update my own (which I have actually started doing! The first post I have of her is here on my main). Excellent art and erotica blurbs to go with. Also she once offered to do hypnotism stuff with me and like, idk if that offer still stands, but if it does I may take her up on it, especially with a stressful semester coming up. Also also we’re mutuals on both main and side blogs and I think that’s fun and cool. Always a treat to see her in my notes

@slimegirlovipositers is the second ever porn blog I followed (the first was pan-galactic-enby) and I’m glad I’ve been consistently able to find her again through her countless terminations. Awesome taste in porn tho I miss the days when she would post the really niche shit (still does, it’s just less common than it used to be)

@catdog-coyote-butch and @boundbutchbottom are a couple (I think? I could be wrong) that I’ve only recently started to follow (though I’ve been silent mutuals with the former on main for a bit) but I we have similar tastes it seems. Idk, I don’t have a big blurb for these two they’re just hot and have good blogs I really like and I feel it’d be a shame to mention one without the other. 10/10 would recommend

[butchfoolish]

Consider....8 with Eternalduo if you wanna do a damp ship (Eret x Foosh)

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

2.5k words. Contains: Muffing, blowjobs, and thighfucking.

Eret swallows heavily. Their forehead is pressed up against Foolish's chest, feeling his thundering heart.

It's stupid, honestly, hiding in a coat closet from the rest of the party. They just… they've had a bit too much wine, that's all. They needed a breath of fresh air. The air is stiflingly hot close to the Egg. Humid, too, making sweat soak the back of their dress.

Foolish might be overheated too; his golden cheeks are tinted red, like copper smelted with gold. He's staring down at them, emerald eyes difficult to read in the darkness.

"You good?" he asks. "We can just leave, y'know, if you want to go back to my place. Or yours, I guess, yours is probably closer. Your place is nice."

"No, no, we said we'd be there. I want to give them a chance," Eret sighs, swaying in place. It's cozy in here, just the two of them tucked in amongst the coats and jackets. The bitter winter chill barely penetrates this far underground, but it's cooler than the Egg room.

Foolish looks so nice tonight, too, it'd be a shame to make him go home and take it all off. He looks cute in his vest and half-rolled sleeves, less like a demigod and more like a regular guy. Their hand lingers on his forearm, touching the rough scales on the back of his arms where hair would normally be.

Eret sighs, looking up at him. Foolish smiles back, breathing a laugh. "What's that look for, old friend?"

"You look really nice, that's all," Eret hums, sliding their hands up to his biceps. His muscles are nearly the size of Eret's head, they realize.

"Oh, wait, do you wanna have sex?" Foolish's face splits into a grin, and he immediately starts undoing his shirt. "Because we can totally have sex!"

Eret's entire face starts burning. "What?! No, I just--" They stop themself. The moment they said no, Foolish's face fell. It feels like kicking a puppy. And besides, they'd be a bit of a useless bisexual if they passed up this golden opportunity. His bare chest calls to them. "Y'know what, alright, fuck it, let's go."

Foolish giggles with excitement, hands immediately landing on their hips and pulling them against him. "You have no idea how much I missed this, it's been like a million years or something."

Eret's head spins as they feel the bulge in his pants. "You mean we used to be--"

"We used to be whatever we wanted," Foolish chirps as he unlaces their dress, already grinding on their thigh, oh good heavens he's big. "You always looked soo hot when you're covered in blood, though. Or naked, naked is also hot. Ooh, or tied up. You always liked being tied up, because usually in meant we'd end up covered in blood. Or naked, or both!"

Eret can't really reply, too focused on the fucking log between his legs. "H-how is that even going to fit?!"

"We'll figure it out," Foolish says with a shrug before pulling up their skirts.

"Foolish!" Eret hisses as their face burns hot.

Foolish doesn't reply, instead pulling them flush against himself as he strokes their tucked dick through their panties. He leans in, and they melt like butter when he kisses them. They didn't expect his lips to be just as strong as the rest of him, but he kisses hard and fierce, somewhere between desperate and demanding. They push back, putting up a little resistance and taking every opportunity to explore his mouth as their hands map out the shape of his bare chest. His skin is cool to the touch, like metal. His fingers are hot and tight around their dick as he helps them untuck.

But instead of letting their balls drop, he holds one in place, keeping it tucked inside them with his knuckle as he strokes their delicate, sensitive skin with the pad of his thumb. "Do you trust me, Eret?" They can hear his tail swaying nervously, swishing against the heavy velvets, felts, and leathers of the coats around them.

"I think so," they admit, caressing his pecs. His lips meet theirs again, and he pushes his chest into their touch, grinding harder against their thigh.

Foolish's fingers start to move, pulling Eret's attention from his body to their own. Gently, he's begun to let their ball come untucked before nudging it back in. It makes their spine tingle every time it slips in or out, familiar motions in unfamiliar hands. No one else has ever touched them with such familiarity, fucking them the way they fuck themself.

Foolish gets down on his knees, keeping it tucked with one hand as he gets under their skirts. Eret squeaks in a completely undignified way, biting their lip as they feel his warm breath against their sensitive skin. They bite their lip when Foolish wraps his hand around their aching dick, anticipation coiling in their belly. Finally, Foolish's face comes close enough, and Eret whimpers as his hot tongue licks their sack, teasing the hole their ball is tucked into.

Eret needed years of experimentation to figure out what Foolish seems to already knows about them, and now he's exploiting his experience to make their legs tremble, pumping their cock with one hand as he pushed his tongue into them, like he was trying to tonguefuck them. He only takes his mouth off of them when they start to moan, massaging the surface of their skin where their ball is tucked away, warm and snug inside of them. They can feel it deep in their groin as well, so different from the straightforward pleasure of jerking off.

"Foolish, Foolish," Eret moans, their momentum building further when Foolish directs his attention to their dick. They feel the phantom threat of teeth as he licks the tip, and try to keep their hips still as he closes his mouth around them. Foolish moans, blowing them like he's starving, and the sound of that is just too much for Eret.

They cum with a startled gasp, head thrown back and hands bunched up in their skirts, pulling against the tension they're releasing as Foolish holds them steady.

Foolish is beaming as he gets up, and Eret is still catching their breath when they hear his zipper. With their head heavy and their thoughts slow, Eret watches as Foolish's cocks spring out. His hand lifts their thigh like they're nothing but a doll, and they belatedly realize what he's trying to do, and what he's trying to do it with.

They weren't expecting two, and they have to choke down a startled scream. "Foolish, you cannot put those in me!"

Foolish grins sheepishly, putting their thigh down. "Hey, hey, I'm just kidding, old pal! I just wanted to see your reaction; last time you saw them for the first time, you came in my mouth."

Eret's head spins just trying to imagine the gymnastics necessary for that to happen. "So what's the plan, then?" they ask, jaw already aching at the thought of taking just one of those monsters in their mouth.

"Here, spread your legs a little," Foolish whispers, slipping his cocks between Eret's thighs. He fits snugly, and wastes no time in fucking their thighs.

Feeling the sheer size of him between their thighs, seeing how they dwarf their own dick, Eret can scarcely imagine how they could ever fit just one of his cocks inside of them. They stretch up on tiptoes to kiss him, holding him down with a hand on the back of his head. Foolish moans, grabbing their waist, then their chest, growling softly when their dress gets in his way. He tugs it down, exposing pale skin which he swiftly begins to nip and even bruise with his teeth. Eret gasps, grabbing one of his pecs in retaliation and digging their nails into the back of his neck.

He is being extraordinarily gentle with his teeth, they can feel how much he's restraining himself from tearing straight through the delicate skin covering their collarbones. Eret has seen him bite through bone, and it makes their heart flutter to think he's being so careful not to hurt them. He's holding them close by the hips now, taking his time with them, and in the soft darkness between the coats, it feels like they're the only people in the world.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to my place?" Foolish pants, holding on tightly to Eret's hips. "We could do this right, on my bed. I would treat you like a queen, you'd look so fucking good coming all over my sheets."

Eret shakes their head. "We can't-- Everyone will notice, I can't…"

"You're no fun," Foolish grunts before pressing another kiss against their lips. His hand slides up to their waist, dragging their skirt up over their hips until he can slip his arm under the fabric and grope their chest. He whines in the back of his throat as he breaks the kiss to watch his hands press their tits together. His lips shine as he licks them, sounding a little out of breath as he speaks:

"Eret, can I-- Just the tip, please? I don't-- I don't wanna make a mess, y'know? Just the tip, I swear, that's it, please," Foolish pleads. His thrusts have become quick and shallow, showing how close he is to coming. "Just one at a time, I promise, I won't make a mess."

Eret bites their lip. Foolish looks so desperate, cocks twitching between their thighs and rubbing against their ass. Humping them like an animal.

"Not in my ass. But… you can use my mouth."

Foolish thanks them profusely, helping them to the floor. Up close, he looks even larger, and their eyes cross trying to focus on the tips. Foolish smiles down at them, biting his lip with his serrated teeth. His hand plays with their hair, twirling the long curly strands. He tilts his head like a dog waiting for a treat.

Eret licks their lips, tasting the beeswax and roses in their lipstick. Cautiously, they open their mouth, and Foolish helps them press the head of one cock past their lips. He watches them intensely as they taste him; salt and the smell of low tide instead of sweat and semen. Fascinating.

Foolish closes his eyes, head tilting back as he luxuriates in the warm, red heat of their mouth. His flesh isn't as warm as they expected, they can't feel the heat of his blood pulsing under the skin pressed against their lips. They swallow before they can start to drool, mindful of their teeth. Just the tip, he said, but even the tip is making their jaw ache a little. Do they trust his word? They wrap their hand around the shaft, and Foolish's brow creases, eyes flashing open to focus on their face. They feel the heat on their cheeks as they realize what they're doing, seeing themself as if from outside their body.

The King, on her knees, paying lip service to a foreign demigod. The press would have a field day with this. The smell of low tide grows stronger, making their head spin.

"Hey, hey, woah, relax," Foolish says, eyes wide as he strokes their hair. "We can stop if it's too much, old pal."

Eret snaps back to themself, suddenly aware of their racing heart and the tightness in their chest that means they haven't taken a deep breath in quite a while. They pull back, breathing with their whole body and letting it out slowly.

"What was that about?" Foolish asks, still stroking their hair. One of his cocks hangs limp against his thigh as he worries his bottom lip with his teeth. Guilt knots itself in Eret's throat, making it difficult to reply.

Eret swallows, clearing their throat. "I'm fine, I just… You're sure you're not going to make a mess?"

"Totally! They only go one at a time, like a gun. Bang! Bang!" He mimes shooting from the hip, nearly poking Eret in the eye with his dick.

"Dude," Eret snickers, pushing it out of their face.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm being weird." Foolish holds it out of their face as they readjust their sunglasses. "Do you, like, wanna stop?"

"No! I mean, no, I was having fun. Let's just finish up quick, right?" Eret pulls up their collapsed dress, tightening the laces again and smoothing out their skirts. "Someone's bound to come looking for us if we take too long."

Foolish nods. "D'you mind if I just use one, then?"

"Be my guest," Eret says, opening their mouth again.

This time they're prepared for the embarrassment, pushing past it to focus solely on Foolish. They keep their jaw slack, pressing their tongue against the groove along the bottom. He seems to like that, gripping their hair tighter as he groans. They keep at it, wrapping their hand around the shaft and pressing their thumb into the groove as they pump the rest of his length. Following it down to the fin it's attached to, they're distracted by the realization that where they expected to find a heavy pair of balls to fondle, there's only a modest slit. Curiosity takes over, and they use their other hand to explore as they pump his cock.

Foolish gasps, knees buckling as Eret pushes their fingertip into him. He braces his hand against the wall, eyes flashing white as his third eyelids flicker closed. "G-gentle, be gentle, holy fuck."

Eret persists, licking and sucking at the tip as Foolish whines and runs his fingers through their hair obsessively. They look up at him, meeting his gaze. Foolish is beaming down at them, eyes scrunched up as his tail beats the air. He looks thrilled, as if just the sight of them blowing him is a gift. He's making noises too, excited little pleas for a just little more with every stroke of his slit.

"You look so good, Eret, I wanna keep you all to myself, I just need--" His hips jerk, pushing his cock in a little further. And just like that, he's coming, holding their head in place to keep it off their dress.

It tastes like warm seawater, and when they can't swallow any more, it drips down their chin like water, nothing like their own spend. They pull off, clearing their throat and wiping their chin. Where a few stray drops have dripped onto their dress, it beads in droplets of milky water for a moment before soaking in. They feel full, too, and wonder just how much they swallowed.

"See, told ya, no mess." Foolish's voice is soft and relaxed, but he's still grinning. Eret takes the hand he offers, pulling themself to their feet. He leans down to meet them in a kiss, licking the rest of his cum off their chin before delving past their lips for just a few moments.

"Ready to head back?" Eret asks when they part, though they wish they could just go home with him and explore his body further.

Foolish nods, tucking both cocks back into his pants and buttoning his shirt. "Let's just get this thing over with. Then we can go back to my place and actually relax for realsies."

Eret smiles, wiping a smear of lipstick off his lips, and giggles as he kisses their hand before leading them back out to the banquet.

[clumsiestgiantess]

It’s story time once again! I can finally release this AU for the other-world universe, the Roommates AU!

This time, Alexis and Erica live in the same world — the same apartment! They're even the same size! But not for long…

————— Alexis POV —————

Erica had told me she was finally breaking up with John at least three or four days ago, so why did I find him in our apartment, rummaging around though our stuff like he’d lost something?  I’d just come home from work to find Erica’s supposed ex-boyfriend in our living room.  Stranger still, Erica herself was nowhere to be seen.  She wouldn’t leave him alone here — not in a million years.

"What are you doing?" I asked him demandingly.  John shot up from the floor in surprise, nearly slamming his head on the coffee table he’d been looking under.  What could he possibly be searching for?  Something to blackmail Erica with again?  I told her to cut him off the last time he’d pulled some stupid shit like that.  Or maybe.. had Erica stolen something of his to get revenge?  I have to admit, that is something she would do. 

"I left one of my uh.. things in here," he responded absentmindedly, gaze still sweeping the floor.  "Your fucking bitch of a roommate just left me out of the blue, and won’t let me even see her anymore, so I'm trying to get it back."  I glared at John as he returned to his search.  I know she’s far from the best, but Erica still seems like a pretty decent person to me. 

"Did you break in? How did you get in here?" I pressed. He shrugged, distracted.  "I have a spare key."  Indeed he did.  It was sitting on the counter in the kitchen.  Stepping further into my apartment, I snatched it up and stormed back over to the door.  "Alright, enough searching.  Whatever Erica stole from you I'll make her give it back.  But you need to get out now."  John huffed, "I'm not leaving until I find it!"  "Yes, you are," I shot back, "Or I'm calling the cops."  This muffed him a bit.  He slowly stood up and gave me a nasty look as he slid out the door.  "Fine.  She's stuck like that anyways," John grumbled, "Have fun dealing with Erica.  She's your problem now."  He slunk off down the hall, disappearing into the elevator. 

Once he was gone, I let out a breath of relief.  I've never met John before — Erica had only told me stories — but he was one sketchy dude.  Who knows how Erica had even fallen for him in the first place.

After bolting the door up tight, I sighed and put down my things.  Erica isn’t home; I'm guessing she's off somewhere where she knows she can avoid John entirely.  I ordered takeout for dinner and ate in my room.  With midterms coming up, I have a lot of work to do.  Most likely, I'll be staying up all night to get everything done.  I drowned out the rest of the world for a while and got down to business, besides a few breaks in between.  

However, when I finally decided to call it quits for the night, I realized it was two o'clock in the morning.  Double-checking the living room and Erica's room, I found that she hadn't come back yet.  Where is she?  Hopefully John hadn't found her.  Something about his attitude suggested that he wouldn't be too understanding towards her if he did.  There was a soft early morning silence settling over everything, growing more empty as I sat in the living room in thought.  I was in the middle of an internal debate on whether I should go out and look for my missing roommate, when I heard a small noise break the silence.

For a while I convinced myself it was the AC or something similar, but as I strained my ears to listen, I realized the noise sounded like soft crying.  I stood in shock and the noise ceased.  It sounded like it was coming from behind the cabinet and the TV.  Maybe it was someone in the neighboring apartment.  Stepping forward quietly, I put one ear to the wall and listened intently.  No matter how I strained my ears to listen, the sound was gone.  My gaze fell downward in defeat — eyes tiredly glazing right over the thing lying on the floor.  I was halfway down the hall, getting ready to just call it a night and go to bed, when my brain finally seemed to process what I saw. 

I gasped, racing back over to the cabinet.  There, in the small space between the television stand and the floor, was a glue trap.  Something fairly large was stuck on it, lying down, most likely dead.  "What the hell is that?" I whispered, pushing back the stand slightly.

At my movements, the creature in the trap thrashed about, causing me to flinch backwards.  Oh hell no.  I'm not dealing with a giant rat.  I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed an empty moving box and some rubber cleaning gloves.  Inching carefully towards the trap, I picked it up at the very edge of the corner and quickly threw it into the box, slamming the top shut.  "Ha!  Gotcha!" I shouted, relieved I hadn't accidently freed the awful creature.  At the same time, a shriek rang out from the box.  Wow, who knew rats could scream like that?  

I held the top tightly closed, slipped on my sandals, and headed outside.  Taking the fire exit, which has no alarm, I stepped into the lot behind the apartment complex and quickly tossed the trap outside.  I'd almost retreated back through the door before I heard a desperate cry that stopped me dead in my tracks.  "Wait!  Please!  It's me!  It's Erica!  Don't throw me out!  Come back!"  I whirled around in the doorway.  Why did she sound so far away?  "Erica?" I called, "Is that you?  Where.. are you?"  "Yes!  Yes, it's me!  I'm right here!  I'm in the glue trap!"

She's.. what?  Slowly, I stepped over to the trap, which had landed rightside up on the pavement.  Upon closer inspection, the thing I'd thought was a rat at a distance in the early morning darkness seemed to be something else entirely.  I knelt in front of the glue trap, staring down in awe at the tiny form of my roommate stuck sideways to the trap's surface.  A knot formed in my stomach as I slowly lifted it to see her.  Erica lay looking fearfully up at me, struggling slightly in the glue that stuck fast to everything that touched the piece of plastic.  

"Woah," I breathed, "You..  You're tiny!"  Erica whimpered, "Please.  I don't know what happened to me, but I'm realy fucking scared.  I'm begging you, don't leave me out here!"  "A- Alright."  I could barely get that single word out, that’s how shocked and utterly confused I was.  Keeping the plastic plate as balanced as I could, I stood up and made my way back to our apartment in stunned silence.  Once I was inside, I placed the trap on top of the kitchen counter beside the sink.

What should I do with her?  I guess the first thing would be to get her out of all that glue, I answered myself.  Turning on the sink, I grabbed a hand soap dispenser and picked up the trap.  I didn’t have anything else to free her with, so water and soap would have to do.  Erica yelped in surprise as she was drenched in water from the kitchen sink.  "Hey!  What do you think you're doing?" she cried indignantly.  "I'm.. getting you out of there," I replied, brain working in slow motion.  "Now hold still." 

Lathering my hands with soap, I began scrubbing around the edges of Erica's tiny body.  She dealt with it for the most part, but once I started working near her head, she panicked.  I watched dumbfounded as Erica thrashed in the trap.  I guess I could've been a bit more considerate, but I was too mesmerized by a person so small that I didn't think twice about it.

After repeatedly dousing her in soap and water, I finally managed to peel Erica's squirming form off the plastic board.  She slid around in the soapy palm of my hand, trying to get out.  I tried to tighten my grip on her, but my hands were too slippery.  Erica fell out with a yelp into the half-full sink below.  The basin must be pool-size to her.  A few seconds passed and Erica had yet to come up for air.  That's when my brain finally caught up with the situation at hand, and I remembered a cheezy get-to-know-you game our friends made us play when we first moved in together.  One fact about Erica: she can't swim.

Immediately I reached into the sink, feeling around for her small body.  My brain had switched from half-dead to overreactive in less than a second. Moments later, my fingers brushed something warm and I hoisted it out.  I held Erica fearfully; she wasn't moving.  I was terrifyingly close to trying to perform CPR when she suddenly sprung back to life.  Erica coughed up water all over my hand, but I could care less so long as she was alive.  Slowly, she lifted her head to look up at me, wet hair plastered to the sides of her head, eyes wide with terror.  

"Don't kill me," she said weakly, shifting backwards in my hand.  "What?" I asked, confused.  "I'm not going to kill you.  Why would I do that?"  "I don't know!" she cried, "Why are you trying to kill me?  I-"  She paused to cough up a bit more water and I cringed.  "Aren't I your friend?  Is John making you do this to me?  To torture me?"  My mouth dropped slack.  'She's stuck like that anyways.  Have fun dealing with Erica.  She's your problem now.'  John did this to her?  How!?  Why!?  Oh my god, she was what he was looking for on the floor!  What was he planning to do to her?  Shrink her down and kidnap her?  Keep her like some kind of pet?  I shuddered, relieved Erica had managed to get away from him.  Thankfully I'd gotten home a bit early.  If I hadn't stopped him, he might have snuck away with her in his pocket and I never would've known.

Slowly, I lowered Erica down to the counter.  Her pathetic wet form inched backwards away from me as far as she dared, stopping a ways before the sheer drop of the opposite edge of it.  "I'm so sorry, Erica.  I- I forgot you couldn't swim.  I swear I'm not trying to kill you or hurt you or take advantage of you.  I just wanted to get you out of that trap, but I think I was too stunned.  It was like my brain was on autopilot. I just couldn’t process.. this."  

I paused, waiting for her to say something, but she didn't.  "Erica, what happened to you?  Did John do this somehow?"  My tiny roommate started shaking, tears rolled down her face.  She began to say something, but only a sob came from her mouth.  I watched sympathetically as she balled up on the counter, crying into her arms.  I let her be for a while, not wanting to upset her any further. 

The whole time she sobbed, I sat heavily on the couch in the connected living room, anxiously hoping I hadn’t frightened Erica too horribly.  As soon as she finished sobbing, I handed her a small piece of tissue.  Erica flinched away from me before noticing what I had and snatched it from my fingers.

Once she calmed down a bit, I pulled up a chair in front of the counter.  "Are you alright?"  "N- no.  But I guess I could be worse."  I nodded, thinking back to everything she must've been through.  Erica had to run and hide from her ex at a fraction of her size, got caught in a glue trap, I'd come and nearly left her outside, and now she'd almost drowned in the sink because of me.  Of course she’s scared of me.

"Erica."  She flinched and looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.  "I meant what I said earlier.  I won't hurt you.  We are still friends, I promise."  "John shrank me," she whimpered.  "I know, Erica.  It's alright.  You'll be safe with me."  "But this won't last forever, right?  There has to be some way to lift this curse!"  John's parting words played through my head yet again.  She's stuck like that anyways.  "Yeah, I'm sure there's some magic-y thing we can do to reverse it," I said optimistically.  “He got you this way, so we can probably undo it the same way.”  "What happens until then?"  "I guess you'll have to stay in the apartment until you either grow back, or we find a way to lift the curse."

The room was dead silent for the longest time.  I almost fell asleep in my chair before Erica finally spoke again.  "I'm scared."  Tears crept at the edges of her voice.  "I don't want to be small forever."  "You won't be," I assured her.  Hesitantly, I lifted a hand towards her.  She stared warily at it, then me, but didn’t say anything.  I moved forward, letting the side of my hand rest on the counter beside her. In small careful movements, I curled her little tucked-up body against my palm with my fingers.  I wanted to hug her, but that was the closest thing I could offer.  Her breath hitched with sobs, but she leaned heavily against me, clinging to my palm.

After several long moments, Erica’s stomach growled hungrily, and I realized that she hadn't eaten dinner.  I ate my meal alone in my room earlier; Erica had already been shrunk for about an hour by then.  Scared, small, starving.. poor thing.  But she’s not just a ‘thing’, she’s my roommate — my friend.  It was insane to think about.  Erica, normally so strong and fearless, was suddenly a cowering mess with the removal of five feet of her height.  Though I guess I would be too in that situation.  “Here, I’ll get you something to eat,” I offered, gently sliding my hand away from her.  “What do you want for dinner?”  

Erica smiled slightly, grateful that despite everything, I still tried to treat her like nothing had changed.  I’d saved some leftovers from my meal for breakfast tomorrow, so I took them back out of the fridge and warmed it back up.  Her meal consisted of exactly four noodles and a small piece of chicken, yet she still hadn’t finished it.  Something about her tiny little bites of food made me smile.  It was so damn cute.  While she ate, Erica suddenly looked up and squinted at me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”  I quickly turned away, “I- No reason.”  She chuckled, finishing up her meal while I stepped away to get ready for bed.  Once I came back, I found Erica pacing back and forth on the counter.  “Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly, "Well, other than the obvious?”  “I can’t even get down from the counter, how am I going to get all the way to my bed?”  “I could take you there,” I offered, holding out my cupped hands on the countertop.  She looked them over dubiously.  “You’re not going to grab me again, are you?  That’s scary, you know.  I couldn’t stop you if you tried to hurt me again.”  “Erica, I’m not trying to hurt you.  I’ll keep my hands perfectly flat the whole time if that makes you feel better.”  “Ok,” she said decisively, slowly stepping up to my fingers.

Butterflies flitted through my stomach as Erica’s little form pressed into my hand.  Her small weight settled evenly in the center of my palms.  She glanced back at me nervously, head tilted all the way up to see me.  “Just please don’t drop me,” she begged quietly.  I could feel her fingers dig into my skin to steady herself while I carefully walked her through our apartment to her room.  I gently placed her down on one of her pillows and pulled a blanket up so she could get beneath it.  “Goodnight, Erica,” I called, heading towards the door.  “Alexis, wait!”  I turned in the doorway, looking back at her tiny body sitting squarely on a single pillow.  “Yes?”  “I.. umm..  I have to use the bathroom.”  My face grew hot.  “Oh, I’ll, uh.. I guess I’ll have to take you, huh?”  “Yeah..”

I awkwardly came back over to her bedside and let her step up into my hands.  We silently crossed the hall to the bathroom, where I stood hesitantly in the doorway.  “So.. how are we going to do this?”  Erica shifted in my hand.  “I.. Well..” she stammered, “I can’t use the toilet..  What if.. I use the sink instead?”  I placed her down on the counter and looked her over.  Her face was beet red in embarrassment.  I tore up a single square of toilet paper and placed it down next to her. “I’ll be outside the door.  Call me whenever you’re done and I’ll take you back to bed, alright?” 

Erica nodded, turning quickly away from me as she buried her face in her hands.  After a few minutes waiting by the bathroom door, I heard Erica yell for me.  She was standing at the bottom of the sink when I came in.  Again, I offered her my hands and she climbed back on.  Putting her back in bed a second time, I bid her goodnight and headed to bed myself.  Who knew what tomorrow would bring?  At the very least, Erica would be safe.

————— Erica POV —————

All night I tossed and turned in my bed.  I just couldn’t get any sleep.  Everything was dangerous to me at my new size, and if it wasn’t dangerous, it was embarrassing.  I had to be helped to the bathroom and carried around like a little kid!  It was fucking humiliating!  But it could’ve been so so much worse.  I didn’t want to even think about what might’ve happened if John had caught me. 

Thankfully my roommate, Alexis, had recognized my voice when she did.  It was terrifying to be in her grasp; her fingers could easily bear down on me at any moment to end my life, or just hold me down.  You’re friends, I reassured myself, she wouldn’t hurt you.  Even so, she almost drowned me, albeit by mistake.  I don’t like being so small; it makes me feel awful and vulnerable.  I hate that I have to be handled by Alexis all the time, consistently trusting her with my life.  However, I would probably be dead without her, so I guess I do trust her with it.

She kicked John out before he could get to me.  If he’d looked just a little further past the coffee table to the cabinet where the tv stood, he would’ve found me.  A frightened wheeze escaped my throat just thinking about it.  It must’ve been something in my drink.  The second I downed that shot glass I felt tingly.  One minute I was at my own height, the next I was staring up at the couch.  As I fled, John threatened me with awful stuff — from caging me up to harming me for every bad thing I said about him, and that was a lot of things.

Even if I’d managed to hide until he gave up — which was super unlikely — I would still be stuck in that glue trap, that I stumbled onto while trying to get away. I hadn’t called out to Alexis earlier because of that.  I didn’t know how she’d react if she found me, and I was stuck, unable to run away if things went south.  I’ve barely known Alexis for a year.  What if she was secretly awful and took advantage of my size?  Thankfully she isn’t.  She treated me kindly, for the most part, and reassured me that everything would be alright when I broke down in fear.  Though she is slightly terrifying from my tiny perspective, I do feel safer with her around.  

Nightmarish thoughts filled my head as I lay in the dark.  My bed now seemed to stretch on for miles in front of me, vast and open and daunting.  By morning, I was exhausted.  From my room, I could hear Alexis getting up for the day.  It's Saturday, but she still has work.  Alexis came in to check on me after a while, stepping softly over to me before realizing I was already awake.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.  I shook my head, "I couldn't."  She sighed; her breath sounded like a gale-force wind at my small size.  "Alright, I have to go to work soon, but I'll make you some breakfast and leave you on the counter before I go."  "You're leaving me here?  Alone?" I asked, skeptical.  "Well, I can't take you around outside.  It's way too risky.  Just stay here.  The door's locked-"  "But John can get in!" I cried, "He has a spare key!  He'll kidnap me!"  Alexis shook her head and smiled slightly, "He used to have a spare key.  Now, I have it right here in my pocket.  You'll be fine, Erica."  I grumbled at my predicament.  Going outside would probably be extremely overwhelming, though.  "Ok," I sighed, "I guess I'll stay here."

Just as she said, Alexis made me a microwave waffle for breakfast and left me on the counter beside it.  "I'll be back before you know it," she told me on her way out the door.  "Yeah right," I muttered, chowing down on the oversized food in front of me.  Only a few hours later, I was practically dying of boredom.  "Ugh, why didn't I ask Alexis to leave my phone with me before she left?"  I hadn't had my phone on me when I shrank, so it would be TV-size compared to me, but it would still be some form of entertainment.  

I'll go get it then, I thought to myself, just because I'm small doesn't mean I'm helpless.  I peered over the edge of the counter to the floor below me.  If I jumped onto the cushion of a bar stool, then I could slide down one of its legs to the floor.  This was easier said than done, as it turns out.  When I finally worked up the courage to jump down, I hit the cushion with enough force to bounce back off it.  I was nearly thrown off the seat entirely.  

Falling onto the tile floor from this high up would certainly break a few of my bones, or if I fell in the right spot, it would just flat-out kill me.  I decided to be a bit more careful the rest of the way down.  Once I got to the floor, I was finally able to look around my apartment without being bombarded by a giant.  Er, well, technically I'm just really small and everyone else is normal, but in my perspective, everything was giant.  It was fascinating, seeing the apartment at such a massive scale.  All of our things suddenly looked a hell of a lot more impressive.

I wandered around the floors, making my way to the living room.  My phone was still sitting on the coffee table where I'd left it.  Now, how do I get up there?  Aha!  There was a fake houseplant across from the table, potted in a woven basket that was perfect for climbing.  If I could make the jump, then that phone would be mine.  I avoided the vent in the floor in front of the plant as I neared it.  I'd pulled it open a day ago because I dropped my earring down there, and it was still sitting wide open like a gaping chasm. 

Scaling the basket was easy, but the jump suddenly seemed a lot further from the top.  Alright, here goes nothing.  I took a running leap at the table, but my foot caught in one of the basket's woven loops I'd used to climb up.  Jerked backwards by my leg, I screamed as I plummeted down to the floor below.

Fortunately, it was carpeted, so the impact wasn't horribly painful.  Unfortunately, I rolled right off the carpet and kept falling.  That time I hit the ground hard.  I cried out in pain, grasping the arm I'd fallen on.  Looking up in terror, I realized where I'd fallen.  I was in the vent.  Ok, ok, don't panic.  When Alexis comes back, you can call her and she'll get you out.  Everything'll be fine. 

Were there bugs down here?  I sincerely hoped there weren't.  Time seemed to stretch on even slower than it had when I was waiting on the counter.  Why did I have to try some stupid shit like this?  I saw the vent right in front of that houseplant.  I knew this was here, dammit!  

While I mulled in the metal tube beneath the floor, I was startled by a low rumble.  Tremors started beneath my feet and I had about a split second to realize what was happening.  Oh no, the AC!  I was flung backwards by a blast of cold air, trying desperately to hold onto something, but the tube's sides were slick, and I slid backwards in the direction of the wind.

"No!  Wait!" I cried out as I was swept away from the opening, "Alexis!  Somebody!  Help!"  The force of the AC bashed me into wall after wall, violently dragging me further away from my only way out.  By the time it stopped, I had no clue where I was.  Immediately, claustrophobia set in.  There was nothing but darkness and metal piping all around me.  What's worse, I'm at a cross-section, and I have no idea what direction I'd come from.  I let out a cry of despair.  "I'm going to starve down here!" I whimpered, "I'm going to die here and not even Alexis will know what happened to me!"  

I sat and sobbed until I'd run out of tears.  I'm already desperately thirsty, but I have nothing to drink.  I'll probably dehydrate before I starve — unless, of course, I find an exit.  Solemnly, I picked a direction, and started walking.  There were vents through multiple apartments.  I could survive if I managed to make it out.  At this point, whose apartment doesn't even matter to me.

Exhausted, dirty, and in pain, I wandered aimlessly through the vent, searching for any openings.  It was dingy and almost pitch dark in here.  It's probably the most scared I've ever been in my life.  Actually, second most scared.  Being shrunk will likely always be my scariest memory.  

It felt like I'd been walking for ages, but I finally, finally, found a grate.  I scrambled towards the light in relief.  It was a vertical grate, meaning I could walk right through to freedom.  I jogged to the opening, throwing myself against the vent cover until it fell off.  I lay there panting as I celebrated my escape from the hellish labyrinth I'd been trapped in.  "Woah..  What are you?"  Huh?  

The thunderous sound of footsteps rumbled in my ears.  Suddenly, giant fingers gripped my torso and dragged me into the air, where I came face to face with a little girl.  She was probably six or seven at the most, but she was still terrifyingly huge.

"Let me go!" I cried the moment I could catch my breath, "I'm a person!  Put me down!"  The little girl placed me back onto the floor and I scrambled away from her.  "Are you sure you're a person?" she asked me confusedly as I tried to get my bearings, "Cuz you kinda look like a doll."  I froze, eyes widening in fear.  The little girl reached out for me again, but I quickly ducked out of her reach.  "Yes!  I'm very sure I'm a person.  I shrunk.  I'm not supposed to be this small."  I watched warily as the girl looked at me in fascination.  Slowly, her gaze shifted behind me to my right and I followed it.  She was staring thoughtfully at a massive dollhouse.  Oh fuck this.  I ran for the vent, but I was snatched up before I could get there.

"No!  No!  Let me go!  I'm not a doll!  LET ME GO!"  I gasped in pain as the little girl's grip tightened on me, crushing into my already bruised ribs.  Alexis had grabbed me before, but I hadn't realized how gentle she'd been.  I felt like my lungs were on fire; I couldn't even breathe!  An agonizing few seconds passed before I was dropped into the dollhouse.  It was horrifying how quickly a sweet little girl suddenly became my jailer.  I glared at her, seething as she placed more dolls beside me.  

"LET ME GO RIGHT NOW YOU PINT SIZED LITTLE SHIT!  I TOLD YOU I'M A PERSON!  A PERSON, YOU HEAR ME!?  YOU BETTER LET ME GO RIGHT NOW OR I'LL-"  My rant was interrupted by someone at the door.  A guy about my age, maybe a bit younger, stepped in looking slightly confused.  "Kate, what's going on in here?"  Before I could so much as think about calling for help, the little girl, Kate, grabbed me tightly.  Her thumb pressed over my mouth, stopping any attempt for me to speak.

"Nothing, Ivan!  I'm just playing with my dolls” she replied sweetly.  I desperately thrashed about, trying to break out of Kate's grasp, but I was well-hidden behind her back.  If I could just get my mouth free, I could call out to that guy for help.  He's definitely old enough to realize I'm not some toy.  However, as I tried to wriggle free, Kate's grip tightened again.  I let out a muffled scream of pain as my head was slowly crushed from the sides.  My vision started getting spotty with dark patches.  

"Huh, I thought I heard someone yelling," Ivan remarked.  Yes!  You did!  I'm right here!  Please see me!  To my dismay, he shrugged and turned to leave.  I had to get out, but Kate still had a vice-like grip on my skull, and she wasn't letting up.  If I stayed here much longer, I feared my head would quite literally burst.  Yanking my jaws open beneath her skin, I bit down as hard as I could.  Kate let out a scream and I was immediately released.

I gasped in pain and my head throbbed, making my vision blur in hazy doubles.  "I knew something was going on in here!"  Ivan had returned.  "Kate, what are you-"  His voice fell short; he must've seen me crawling my way to the vent.  "What is that thing!?  Did it bite you?  Katie, you can't hold wild animals, you could get sick if they bite you!"  No, not again.  This is the second time now that I've been mistaken for a weird animal.  Pushing myself onward, I scrambled back into the vent, flinching as something slammed into the floor a few inches away from me.  

"Get back here!" I heard Ivan yell, almost sounding desperate.  I turned to find him getting on his hands and knees.  He can still reach me here!  I have to get deeper!  With all the strength I had left, I dragged myself further into the vent.  "Wait.. what the..?"  I tilted my head just slightly to catch Ivan's stunned reaction.  He must've finally realized that I wasn't a feral rat.  "Hold on, come back!  You.. you're a person!" his arm shot into the vent after me.   I shrieked, terrified of being grabbed agian, and threw myself around a corner in the ventilation.

"Wait!" I heard Ivan call, "I can help you!  Come back!"  No, no, no, no, and no.  I'm getting the hell out of here while I still can.  I kept going until I couldn't hear the guy calling for me anymore.  Again, I felt as though I were going to die here.  This time I might just die of my injuries.  My head felt like it was split wide open, and my lungs still burned painfully.  Alexis should be home by now, I realized with a pang of sorrow.  She's probably searching all over our apartment for me right now.  I silently begged her to come find me, but I knew it was impossible for her to reach me here, even if she did miraculously know where I was.  To add insult to injury, the AC came back on, and at this point I was too exhausted to try and fight it.  I curled up as tightly as I could without too much pain from my ribs, and let myself be dragged around the vents again.

When the wind subsided, I slowly pulled myself up to find that the tube was backlit by sunlight.  I turned to find that I'd been thrown into another vertical grate.  By this time, I was desperate and a little delirious.  I fought my way into another apartment.  It was much more modern and blissfully quiet.  Whoever lives here must be still at work, thank god.  

I trudged over to the kitchen; I needed food and water badly.  Maybe if I was lucky, I might find some crumbs on the floor.  I laughed in my delirium, "Maybe I am a feral rat after all!"  I could barely see straight, but somehow I managed to find a pool of water close to the floor.  My muscles gave out and I let myself fall in.  It wasn't deep enough for me to drown, so I sat back and started drinking.  I gulped as much water as I could, gasping and choking on it as I went.  Once I was full, I collapsed in the shallow water.  

It took me some time to recover, but when I did, rational thoughts came back to me.  Wait.. where the hell am I?  I sat up slowly, rubbing the water from my eyes only to freeze as my heart nearly flew out of my chest.  I was sitting in a water bowl for a pet.  Said pet was sitting in front of me, gazing curiously at me with round, dilated pupils.  A cat.  Well, I'm dead.  It didn't make a move for me, not even as I slowly stood up to run.  Was it possible for me to outrun a cat at this size?  I guess I'm about to find out.  

At once I made a mad dash for the edge of the water bowl.  However, I hadn't accounted for the friction of the knee-deep water I stood in.  Jaws clamped around me faster than I expected.  I screamed and thrashed in a pathetic attempt to survive whatever awful fate awaited me.  The cat held me tight, trotting to the center of the kitchen with my sad tiny form hanging from its mouth.  It lay down, dropping me on the floor before pinning me down with its giant paws.  

This is it.  This is how I die.  Sharp thin teeth the size of my forearm gleamed in the fluorescent light as the cat opened its jaws wide.  Then it started tearing at me.  I braced myself, expecting my flesh to be torn off my body in sickening shreds, but the stupid animal wanted to toy with me.  It yanked away small pieces of my clothing, bit by bit.  Sometimes it cut into my skin, but most of the gashes yanked away shreds of fabric.  I silently awaited the moment when I would run out of material between its incisors and my skin.  My body started tingling all over, muscles shaking and quivering.  Was I having a spasm?  Maybe I'd be spared a brutal live mauling and just have a heart attack instead.  Suddenly, the cat was no longer above me.  It yowled and darted away in a panic, claws scrambling on the wooden floor.

All I did was lay and breathe.  I couldn't do much else.  Nothing more happened to me, but I still fought to stay conscious nonetheless.  Eventually, I had the courage to sit up.  The kitchen counter was only a few inches or so above my head.  The wood planks below me were thinner than my hands.  Ecstatic joy swelled through me and I cried in relief.  I had grown back.  Exactly twenty-four death-defying, nightmare-esque hours after I'd shrunk, I grew back.  I sat there simply enjoying my old height and the fact that I didn't have to fight for my life every waking second.  I stood up and gazed dazedly around the strange apartment.  It suddenly looked so much smaller.  The cat was nowhere to be seen.  I would've hunted it down and strangled it had I not remembered my roomate, desperately searching for me back home.

In a moment, I was out the door.  I checked the numbers on the doors in the hall and realized that I was on the floor below our apartment.  Not even bothering to wait for an elevator, I dashed up the stairs and tore down the hall, stopping heavily at my door.  I didn't have the keys to get in, but it didn't matter.  "Alexis!  Alexis, it's me! I-"  The door was thrown open seconds later, and a disheveled Alexis stood in the middle of the doorway, eyes wide.  She sobbed in relief and threw her arms around me, trapping me in a fierce hug.  I sucked in a pained breath of air and she drew backwards in alarm.  "Erica!  What happened to you!?  You- You're hurt!  Your clothes are all torn up and you're filthy!  Where were you?  What happened?"  I started sobbing, and Alexis had to guide me to the couch inside.

I tried to explain everything that had happened between a few relieved sobbs while shoving as much food as I could into my mouth.  Alexis had to forcefully stop me at some point, warning me that I would vomit if I ate any more.  Joke's on her though, I already feel like vomiting.  At the end of my horrible story, Alexis got up off the floor where she'd bandaged the cuts on my arms and legs from being dragged through the vents.  Careful not to jostle any of my numerous ice packs, for all the bruises, she slid onto the couch beside me.  I slowly lay down, resting my head on Alexis' lap.  She held me close, and I clung to her in a half-hug.  Murmuring a quiet 'thank you', I drifted off to sleep knowing that I was safe at last.

[wednesdaythesecond]

In My Exploitative Romance is sex between Brian and Mikey a lights off situation, like he won’t touch her with the lights on? Does brian expect her to come untouched, and in the beginning was Mikey like “oh he’s so nice for not touching that part of me!” But then it sunk in that no he’s not touching it out of respect he’s doing it because he thinks it’s gross and unattractive?

I’m kissing you on the mouth and sending you a gift basket with vanilla scones and flowers, anon. This is the best question I’ve ever been asked about Brian and Mikey. One of the best questions I’ve ever been asked about girl Mikey, at least in a long ass time. It’s incredible and thought out and I will give you the best and most incredibly thought out answer I can because you deserve it. 

Brian and Mikey’s sex life is unusual to say the least, if we’re going by straight people standards. But with most straight couples, the man isn’t repulsed by the woman’s genitals to the degree that he won’t touch them, look at them or even acknowledge they exist. Brian is built different though. Or actually, Mikey is built different (as opposed to a cis woman) and Brian isn’t into that. He’s not gay or anything, he’s not. He’s straight, he’s normal- Mikey’s the one making this weird. So to preserve his fragile ego, Brian can never acknowledge Mikey’s pre-op lady parts, lest he crumble into metrosexual, or even (gasp!) homosexual dust.

It’s not like Brian can tell Mikey that though, that would be mean! And Brian’s not (that kind of) mean. So for the first few weeks, even months of their relationship, it doesn’t get sexual at all. Brian’s very respectful, keeps it all sweet and chaste and above the belt. Since Mikey’s only ever dated loser chasers who want easy car sex, this is a very welcome change for her. Imagine that, a man who wants her for more than her body and what it can provide for them. A man who wants to get to know her as a person and understand who she is? A man who wants to hang out with her in nonsexual settings for extended periods of time? A man who treats her like a human person, like an equal, like a woman who deserves dignity and respect? Omg swoon. Mikey’s soooooo in love with Brian. He’s the love of her life, even. 

But she’s not a nun and Brian isn’t either. Sex is going to happen eventually, so what does it look like when it does? Regular old missionary with the lights off? Doggy style with Mikey’s skirt still on? Mutual masturbation? Does Brian miraculously get over his dickphobia and learn about muffing? 

None of the above! When hot and heavy making out leads to the inevitable, it never actually leads to Mikey’s pleasure. Most of the time, she doesn’t even get undressed. I mean, why bother? You don’t need to take your clothes off to suck your boyfriend’s dick, not unless he wants to see your tits or something. Which is fine with Mikey, actually. She doesn’t really want to get undressed in front of anyone, especially not fully. So their sex is pretty much just Mikey giving Brian head, with some occasional tit-fucking and handjobs. Always with Mikey giving and never receiving. Sexual pleasure is something she provides with none in return. I mean, come on, Mikey, I thought you wanted to be a straight woman. Sometimes Brian gives Mikey some cute hickies and gropes her through her bras, like the absolute romantic he is. But yeah, that’s about the extent that Brian goes to reciprocate sexually. 

At this point, I’m not quite sure when or how Mikey realizes that Brian is completely disgusted by her lack of a vagina but she definitely will. Brian will make that very clear. I mean come on, he puts a pillow between them when they share a bed so he doesn’t accidentally brush against Mikey’s untucked crotch. And at first, it’s going to make Mikey feel humiliated and disgusting and ashamed but Brian loves her, right? Brian loves her so he wouldn’t want to make her feel bad, right? It’s just his comfort level, it’s just his boundaries, it’s just… it’s just whatever Mikey can convince herself is okay. We accept the love we think we deserve.

[kny-stardust]

Chapter 5 — Hantengu of the Mount Sagiri

Word Count: 3120

Summary: When your and your families life is on the line, you can defeat any evil. But could you do the same, when the adrenaline runs out and you remember that onis were also people, also humans, like Tanjiro and Nezuko? To protect other humans, can you let part of your own humanity die? The gentle weight of the blade gives you that answer.

“There you are~!” The thing, the oni said gleefully, looking at you from up and down.

The old lady behind you was shaking. You could hear her making some sounds, as if she wanted to scream but couldn’t. You put yourself between them and her, keeping your eyes on them, to not miss anything. Between you two, only you could do something about them, would them decide to attack. You had a small knife you hid in your clothes for protection, but you weren't as good as managing it as you were with your axe, so you wasn't sure if it would be useful.

They “take a step” closer and you two take a step back. They raise their head to sniff the air, making them twist their face in disgust.

“Oh! You’re the stinky one! It’s worse than I thought!” The oni exclaimed, shaking their head in disgust. You weren't stinky! You really just had a bath a couple hours earlier!

You take your eyes off from them, looking behind. You see something moving at the end of the corridor, but you focus on the elderly woman by your side.

“Mrs. (F/N).” You call her, making her look at you. “Go to my siblings. Take them to a safe place and hide with them. I’ll try to buy some time.” She looks at you shocked.

“B-But…! What about you!?” She asks.

“I’ll be fine. You have to go.” You tell her, firmly, shocking her.

“Where do you think you’re going!?” The oni said, jumping towards you; at the same time, you heard a muffed growl coming from behind.

Quickly, you turn and crouch, bringing the old lady with you. From above you two bodies colliding and falling a couple of steps in front of you. You don’t need to look to know what it is about, just turning to the old lady.

“Go! Now!” You tell her, putting her standing and pushing her towards the end of the corridor.

She looks at you, surprised. You two exchange glance for a couple seconds before she turns and rushes towards the room your siblings were. With that out of the way, you turn to the struggle happening close to you, only to see a shadow moving towards you. You grab it, being thrown to the floor. Tanjiro is in your arms, groaning from pain, but soon growling at the oni in front of you. You notice that your brothers fingertips are red and there’s a big red stain in his arm.

“Tanjiro! Are you okay?” You ask him worried.

He nods, but never takes his eyes of the oni.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” The snake-like oni cries, sitting him his hands covering his face, with blood running down his arms. “I thought that there was no oni here! Where the heck did you come from!? And what the fuck are you doing with a human?!”

Tanjiro pushes you behind him a bit, putting you ax in your hands. You notice that he’s shaking and breathing heavily.

“Well, at the very least, it seems my poison works at you.” The snake-like oni said, the blood running down his face having already dried and the wounds turned to scars. Poison? Tanjiro was poisoned? “Now, be a good brat and let me kill that stupid girl.” The oni said as he jumped at you again.

You pass by your brother, swinging the ax and cutting the oni from their chest to their face. The force and movement of your attack sends him upwards, and away from both of you. You pull Tanjiro with you towards the entrance. Fighting in a closed space like this won’t do any good.

“That was barely a scratch, pretty face.” You heard the oni say, seeing them turning to you. You were sure that you had cut one of their eyes, but you could see both golden orbs staring into your soul. “See? I’m already healed.” They said before dragging themselves after you quickly.

You rush out of the door, Tanjiro stumbling by your side.

“Stop running! You stupid girl!” They said as they got the end of your kimono. “Catch ya-!” They started to say before their head simply vanished from your sight.

You can’t help but let out a loud cry as the headless body falls limb in front of you, letting go of you. By its side, is Nezuko who is turned to you, with expectant eyes, as if waiting some praise.

“Nezuko… You did this…?” You ask her, to which he nods. You’re amazed by this reveal, but you have little time to, because you feel Tanjiro fall by your side. “Tanjiro! Are you okay!?” You kneel by his side, holding him close to you, Nezuko rushing to your side as well.

You notice Tanjiro trying to move, but he was unexpectedly shaking, much more than before, as if he was making such an effort to move. You look at his arm, where he was bitten, only to notice his veins turning black. It was that oni’s poison! It had to be!

“Bastards! Stupid bastard brats! There was one more of you!” You heard a voice and a hissing, which you instantly recognized. You turned around to see the oni’s head, a couple meters of you, still alive and talking! “Listen! You bastards! You’re gonna pay! I’ll make sure to give that little human whore alive to the mistress! You will have wished I had her killed before then! I’ll do the same to all the other four in that house!”

As he said that, you heard something moving right beside you. To your horror, you saw the oni's headless body moving, preparing to attack you three. Before you can react, you see Nezuko rushing to kick it away from the you all, but the body quickly recovers and comes back crawling to you.

“Watch ou-” You try warning Nezuko, with you handaxe prepared to fight the body along with her, when you see something moving from the corner of you eye.

Your instincts kick in, moving you arms before you can even realize and putting the wooden handle between you and whatever it was. The next thing you know is that the oni's eyes are right in from of you, staring deep into your soul, your reflection clear in the large golden orbs, their mouth bitting the axe handle, their long fangs so close to your hands that they almost scratched you. You could see a dark liquid dripping from the point of fangs, possibly the poison that was affecting Tanjiro.

It was the head! The oni's head had just moved on its own!

To make matters worse, you see something akin to a tail moving right behind it, before you feel something quickly wrapping around your arm and then your neck, gripping them tightly. You feel the air being unable to reach you lungs as you see a snake-like body around your arm and feel the pain in your muscles and bones, being crushing in its gripping. The head had just grown a new body and it planned on suffocating you.

“Stupid whore! That's what you deserve!” You hear the hissing oni scream at you, but you also hear a sharp cry.

Looking to the side, you see the still headless body attacking Nezuko and Tanjiro, slashing them with their sharp nails and pushing them behind with their strong punches. They were in danger! You had to help them! However, you felt the grip in your throat tightening, your bones almost breaking and your vision darkening at the lack of air.

“Worrying about others!? You little bastard! Worry first about yourself!” The oni mocked you, as it bit the handle harder, enough for the wood snap, but you can barely hear anything, the world sounding like muffed incoherence.

In your head, you just think about them, your siblings. Tanjiro and Nezuko were being attacked fiercely by the oni's body. Your other younger siblings were hidden, but that monster could find them if he passed by you. You couldn't let that happen! You couldn't! You wouldn't allow it to happen.

Using all the strength left you still had on you, you fall to your knees at the same time as you slam your hands to the ground, hard, consequently taking the handaxe and the wrapped oni with them. A painful cry leaves the oni, and the tight in your neck lessens, but you don't stop. You keep going. One, two, three times. You keep slamming your fists to the ground and making the oni take all of the hit until their snake body let's go of you. You take a deep breath, but you still don't stop. You hold the axe in your hands and it the ground, making it get stuck on it, the handle pressing them between the tool and the ground. The last of you instincts makes you take the out the knife from your clothes, unsheathing it and piercing the snake body, to make sure they would leave so soon.

You stay there on the ground for a few seconds, breathing deeply multiple times, while staring at the oni head, that was unconscious before you. You don't have any strength on your legs, but you still try to push yourself up. You had to help Nezuko and Tanjiro. You could still hear them close by. You turn to them, seeing your brother trying to fight back, but his body seems to refuse to obey him. You try to get to them, but you "trip" and fall to the ground again, your legs having just given up. You still raise your head, wanting to help your siblings.

However, in the dark behind them, you see something, reflecting the little moonlight that there is. You blink your eyes, just in time to see a man appear out of nowhere, right behind the headless body and a long blade being swung down towards the body. In a split second, you see the body being split in a half by the blade, like it's made out of paper, and both halves fall to the ground, beginning to fade away right before your eyes. The man sheathes the blade back, a katana you realize, and looks at your siblings, that had fallen to the ground before he turns to you.

The man before you looked... Old. No. That's not right. Not old. "Drained" would be a better word. Yes. He looked so drained with his thin bony face and deep dark circles under his eyes that he look older than he actually was. His half open dark eyes, very messed black hair and unaligned kimono didn't help his "age" either. It was almost like they had given up on life and didn't even bother to dress up properly. Even his sword didn't even seem to have any proper care in quite some time. This man walked towards you, but seemed to have problem standing up right, stumbling a bit and leaning to one side than the other. As he kneeled in front of you, you can smell him reeking of alcohol.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Despite his outer appearance and smell, his voice was deep, but the tone was calming, much like Aizetsu's, although it also clearly showed the gap in age between them. You tried to answer at first, but you coughed a bit, before answering.

“Yes... Mostly... But, that thing... It just won't die...!” You tell him.

“That's expected.” He said before helping you to help you stand and turning to the head, that was groaning lightly. “A simple blade or attack won't kill an oni. Try this.” He said, showing his sheathed blade, leaving the handle for you to hold it.

“But... What should I do with it?” You asked, stepping back a little, which makes the man sigh.

“To kill it. What else?” He said, looking at you. “It it gets free, it likely will kill you and everyone here, and feast on your flesh. So, cut their head with this. It should be enough.”

You can't help but look at him in disbelief. Was he actually telling you to take a life? You look at the oni. That monstrous thing used to be a human. Like Tanjiro and Nezuko once were. They seemed to be acting more on their instincts than on reason, especially because of their fear of this so called "lord" and "mistress". Tanjiro also attacked you on instinct when he first turned. They could have been turned against their will, like it happened to your siblings. Your hands shook as you thought of you killing them. That very thought scared you deeply.

“What... Is happening...? Where am...” The oni murmured as they regained conscience. The golden eyes fell on you, and widen up completely, washing up all confusion. “You little bastard! Stupid whore! Who do you think you are to do this to me?! Huh?!” They screamed as they struggled against the handle and the knife. “Damn it! Hey! Get over here! I'll show you what happens when someone messess up with me! Come on! Come colder, you stinky bitch!”

You stared at the oni screaming and struggling by your side. As he cussed at you, your hands still wouldn't stop shaking.

“Could you be cold enough to kill another human being? To have blood of somebody else in your hand!?” The words Aizetsu told you all those days ago echo in your mind once again. “You can't.”

“You can't.” The man by you side said as he sighed, coincidentally saying it at the same time as Aizetsu did in your head.

They were right. You couldn't. You had killed before. A couple birds, some fishes you fished with your brothers, a couple animals you hunted, but nothing too big. You never enjoyed it, though. Killing just... Never settled right with you. It just didn't. You always turned away or closed your eyes when delivering the killing blow. Even overtaken by emotion, you wouldn't have been able to look at Aizetsu if, back then, you had delivered the finishing blow. You still doubt if you would actually be able to kill him. Would your heart allow you to go to end with it?

“One day, I'll be gone, and it will be your duty to keep our family safe.” Next, was your father's voice in your mind. “That's a responsibility that the father, the eldest child and the eldest son must bear.” His tone was calm and low, as if he was by your side, whispering to you, understanding your inner struggle. “Do you understand? (Y/N)?” Your hands stop shaking. That's right. You were the eldest. “To those who threaten our family...”

“Spare no mercy.” You whisper back, completing his line.

Before your mind and heart can stop you, you let your hands reach out and pull out the katana from the man. The blade was a lot heavier than anything you remember holding. It was also much longer and didn't feel balanced in your hands. But, somehow, it did feel right in your hands. It felt familiar. Strangely, but comfortably familiar. You couldn't explain why you had this feeling, but you didn't push it away. Instead, you let it lead your hands and you attack the head. You felt some resistance against the blade, but katana soon cut the head smoothly, cutting it in half. The oni screams, but their cries don't upset you as much as you thought it would and you watch it fade in front of you.

You breathe in slowly, your hands still holding to the katana before you feel a much larger hand covering yours. You turn to see the man from before, looking at you with the same half opened eyes, but those looked much firmer than before. You let go of the weapon letting him pick it up and sheath it once again. Then, he turns to you.

“Are you sure you never picked a blade?” He asked you his tone a lot firmer than before.

Your mind goes to the feeling of familiarity you felt as you wielded the blade. Since the law that came from the government many years ago, no one could casually walk around with a weapon on the streets and you never had one katana at home. It was really the first time you had one on your hands. But you couldn't deny what you felt when you had in your hands.

“Never before tonight.” You tell him, with your eyes looking at the floor. You breathe in before looking at you. “Who are you, sir? I have to properly thank you for saving my siblings.”

“It wasn't much. You don't have to thank me. But you know who I am. Aizetsu told you to look for me, right?” The man said. It was then that it clicked on you.

“You're Mr.-”

“Hantengu! (Y/N)!” You stop talking as you heard that voice. You both look to the side, seeing Mrs. (F/N) coming from around the corner, a terrified gaze in her face. “Are you okay? Is it...?”

“It's dead. It didn't hurt anyone.” Mr. Hantengu said as he approached the older woman.

Then, you notice her gaze swift to you, which confused you until you felt something hold your sleeve. You turn to see Nezuko and Tanjiro, who looked much better, the dark veins having disappeared and his arms shaking just slightly. You understand why she looked at you.

“It's okay.” You hear the man say. He also notice the woman's worry. “They're harmless. For now at least.” You look at him, who is watching the three of you carefully. You can't exactly decipher the look in his eyes before he shakes his head and opens his mouth. “You must have many questions, but leave them for now. It's late and you must be tired, from the journey and all this fighting. Sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.”

You can't say anything back. You just nod, your head low.