#god..... why do you have to make thrash look so fucking good all the time

[l13]

spiderverse twt links part 2

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk

CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, the spot, spider noir, webslinger

miguel

♡ miguel playing with your pussy as he sucks on your tits- getting you ready to take his cock, like the good girl you are<3

♡ this is for that one anon that sent me a hc about miguel getting pissed af if he caught you using one of your toys- ((I SAW IT AND IT WAS AMAZING I'VE WROTE SMTH BUT IT'S BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK i can't seem to like it no matter how much i edit it but have this<333)) Miguel who then proceeds to snatch the toy from your grasp, muttering how you can't even come even with that. "S good right? Better than me?" "Noo, never- never better than you- oh please baby-" "That's fucking right."

bonus

♡ miguel punishing you when you arrive home after you talking shit all day- purposefully disagreeing on anything he says- even in mission briefs. makes sure to fuck you stupid just to remind you not to pull that shit again<3 "Acting like such a fucking bitch all day- fuck. Just needed my cock that bad, huh? Say it,"

peter

♡ peter whimpering pathetically once he starts cumming- moaning when you don't stop jerking his cock, and he's thrashing around, hips never stopping their little jumps as he whines prettily "I can't anymore- h please ffuckkkk, I ca-aan't," voice cracking as he sobs for you

♡ pussydrunk!peter that starts fucking you like an absolute madman, literally not able to stop thrusting inside of you even after he's cum two times already, his eyes are hazy, can barely focus on anything but he still grabs you by the hair to pull you against him almost harshly, panting hard as he somehow keeps fucking his cock back inside your drenched pussy

♡ peter laying flush against your back, humping you, thrusting his cock inside you till he's crying with you- whimpering and moaning from the way your pretty pussy feels around his cock

hobie

♡ hobie definitely wakes you up in the middle of the night if he can't sleep- pulls your panties to the side and makes you ride him, watching with a hand behind his head as you bounce your ass on his cock- thrusting his hips up to meet the rolls of your hips as he sighs, "Fuck- think I'll be wakin' you up every God damn night, baby.." "Yeah do it- fuckin' make me cum-"

♡ hobie losing his FUCKING mind when he sees you hold your folds open for him- giving him the perfect view of his cock entering your pussy again and again-

♡ no bccc. NO BECAUSEEEEEEE. tell me why he'd do this. he'd def dry hump you till you're both moaning against each other's mouths before he'd fuck you, refusing to remove his underwear from before- saying he likes looking at them all stained with your juices as you bounce up and down his cock<3

spider noir

♡ tw!!!somno noir loving seeing you wear tights/stockings, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees you laying like that on the couch- skirt bundled up on the floor, you'd probably taken it off right before laying down, and fuck- it's so fucked up that he's doing this but he can't help himself as he takes his cock out, slapping it against your ass two-three times before he starts jerking it, slowly, "So pretty for me honey.. 'nd you don't even know it," "Fuck- sorry- I'm sorry- I can't stop, can't fuckin' stop-"

♡ noir letting you control the pace for once as he leans back, supporting his weight with his palms on the mattress as you bounce your ass on his cock vigorously- and he's grunting, muttering praises, until he gets greedy and grabs you by the hips to thrust inside you with a new-found passion, "Did so well for me, such a good girl- unh-" "I'll fuck you so well, don't you worry-" "Won't be able to fuckin' walk tomorrow, honey."

♡ feel like noir would be used to more 'old fashioned' shit so when he met you, he'd become 10x times more freaky- that includes cumming on your face 🤭 he'd be reluctant at first- "Why waste it? You're tellin' me you don't want it in your pussy, hm?" but then he actually does it one time and becomes OBSESSED, "God fucking- I'm gonna cum-" "Where d'you want it sweetie," "Yeah? Ffuck yes- gonna paint your pretty face with my cum-"

the spot

♡ we've established that spot is a certified pussy eater, even without a mouth he'd find a fucking way- he'd just push your cunt into his face hole, and lap at your pussy greedily- moaning as he did so

♡ tw!! pegging jonathon? OH MY GODDDDDDDD and he's moaning so good for you too<3

♡ spot unable to stop pushing his hips back into your hand as you finger one of his holes- the feeling bringing tears into his eyes as he cries out for you<33

♡ him nearly YELLING when he comes inside you- moaning loudly as he pumps you full of his cum<3

webslinger

♡ tw!! breeding kink "Legs up f'me darlin'.... just like that," thrusts into you relentlessly, head thrown back as he literally cannot handle how good your pussy feels around his cock, and he grunts as he pulls out, jerking his cock, his hand shaking, "Can't cum inside you huh, pretty? Can't get you pregnant- not yet-"

♡ him finally slipping and coming inside you- moaning with his eyes rolled back as he feels your cunt sucking him in- "Ah shit- m sorry darlin' I couldn't hold m'self back.."

♡ him pounding you from the back and then suddenly deciding that he wants to watch you ride him instead- (save a horse, ride a cowboy), absolutely looooves watching your face contort in pleasure, your tits bouncing as you guide yourself up and down his cock<3

[zeezelweazel]

LOVED the last Leah smut it got me thinking would you be interested in writing something inspired by the new Dyson commercial that one scene where she's on her knees?

Leah Williamson| Sore Loser|

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I know it's been a while since that commercial but... we were all thinking it don't lie

TW: strap on use, praise kink, mommy kink, light bondage, degradation, taking pictures during sex,

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Your girlfriend is insanely competitive. Leah is always doing the most to win whenever there's any sort of competition. Especially when it comes to football. It doesn't matter if it's an important match or a friendly, Leah wants to win. But that's not how football works. Losing is a part of the game.

A part of the game Leah definitely doesn't know how to handle.

The skipper all but slapped your hand away when you went to her after the final whistle. You watched with a frown as she went straight for the tunnels, ignoring or snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her.

This is why the blonde is in this position right now. It's not a punishment, you know that's not what Leah needs, just a little something to help her forget about the match and arsenal's horrible performance.

"You look so pretty baby, taking my cock like a good slut."

Leah whines and tries to hide her face in her arms that are tied in front her. Your girlfriend always looked amazing from this view. Ass up, exposing her wet pussy for you to take, with her upper body pushed down on the bed. What makes it even better though is the gorgeous jersey she is currently wearing. It belongs to you with your number and your last name proudly printed on the back. You pull the fabric down a little bit, just to make sure that you can see your name clearly before you start slowly grinding your hips against Leah's.

You've teased the blonde quite a lot today and you're more than impressed with how well she's taken it. You've been completely still inside her for some time now, simply content on snapping pictures of her rather than actually fucking her. Leah is dripping, her juices smeared on her inner thighs and her muscles twitch pathetically at the slightest of movement.

You enjoy having her like this, when she's so desperate a single touch sends her into overdrive.

You rub the soft flesh of her ass appreciatively and hum in delight when Leah's breath hitches. The slow grind of your hips doesn't stop as you start to paw and squeeze at her ass and Leah whimpers and squirms. She mumbles something, her voice muffled by her hands. "I didn't hear you baby."

Leah throws a glance over her shoulder, her blue eyes full of desperate tears when they meet yours, and she whines needily.

"Please mommy, fuck me. I need you."

You grin menacingly when Leah finally begs like the sweet girl she is. You pull out all the way before slamming back in with a powerful thrust. Leah moans loudly and her head falls back down in between her tied hands. You go with slow but hard and deep thrusts making sure to hit all the spots that make her squeal and scream. You groan at the sight of the usually dominant captain on her knees for you moaning and whining like a whore and you pick up your phone once more this time angling the phone so you can capture her greedy cunt swallowing your strap. Leah clenches hard around the strap when she hears the clicking sound of your phone's camera and you smirk down at her.

"God you're such a pathetic slut for mommy." Leah doesn't answer but you don't expect her too, the blonde's brain so high on pleasure that the only thing she can do is moan and scream for you. After you put your phone down you rub over her clit with your free hand and thrashes against the soft sheets of the bed.

"Oh god! Please mommy I wanna come!"

You offer nothing but a chuckle at Leah's pleas as you continue to pound her into the mattress mercilessly. You feel Leah's clit throb against your fingers and you push her head against the sheets when the blonde starts begging again. Leah gets the message and shuts up, hoping that she can hold on long enough because the last thing she wants is to come without permission. You feel the other end of the strap pushing deep in you and you chase your own high, forgetting about Leah for a while.

You groan and grip Leah's hips tightly while your hips stutter and your pace turns fast and sloppy. "You're so fucking tight baby. I'm gonna to come. You want mommy to come inside your pretty cunt?"

"Yes, please!"

You moan quietly and topple over leah as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. Leah on the other hand couldn't fight back her tears. She was bitting her lip hard trying not to come, she oh so desperately wants to be a good girl for you. You take a while to gather yourself after you come. When you do you turn your head towards Leah, moving her hair away from her face and you coo when you notice the tear tracks on her cheeks. You press chaste kisses on her skin and rub her clit again. Leah moans and grinds her hips down on your hand. You pull back to focus on your thrusts not wanting to tease Leah any longer.

"Come for me pretty girl. I know you want to."

Leah comes with a scream after a few seconds but you don't stop your movements, helping Leah ride out her high. After a few minutes of pressing soft kisses all over Leah's face you pull out slowly.

You always feel bad whenever Leah looses a match. Mainly because of how sad she gets. But when you think about how she lets you ravish her after you secretly hope arsenal looses every game.

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[wzrd-wheezes]

reader who has a hard time cumming and sirius helps with that !!!

That’s It - Sirius x Reader

"What's up, love?" Sirius looked up from where his face was buried between her thighs, his fingers still pressed inside of her, "I can practically see the cogs turning in that pretty head of yours."

"S'nothing, I'm fine." she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.

Sirius moved to her side immediately, propped up on one elbow as he looked at her quizzically. His chin was still glistening from where he had gone down on her and he made no attempt to wipe it off, clearly proud of how wet he had made her.

"We can stop if you want?" he offered, bringing a hand down to brush a few stray hairs off of her face.

"No!" the word fell from her lips immediately, "It's nothing. It's embarrassing."

"Tell me?"

"I can't cum. It's so stupid, I don't know why because it feels really good but I just can't get there, y'know?" she explained with an exasperated sigh, "And I feel bad because you've been doing it for ages and-"

"Don't be silly." Sirius cut her off, "It's not embarrassing. And don't feel bad for taking a while. I can assure you that I'm having the time of my life." he grinned cheekily.

"But-"

"No buts." he said firmly, "Now, be a good girl and tell me what feels good so I can make you cum, yeah?"

Y/N nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and Sirius resumed his prior position. Sirius was nothing if not determined. If anything, her struggling to cum only encouraged him further. He loved the way her face screwed up in pleasure and how her moans tumbled from her mouth. His fingers pumped away inside of her, pressing upwards with every gasp she made, her eyes fluttering shut.

"That's it, baby." he murmured, "Keep making those pretty noises for me. God, you sound so fucking sexy."

Sirius's hair had fallen messily over his forehead, his eyes glazed over with lust as he lapped sloppily at her clit. He slipped another finger inside of her and smirked against the sensitive flesh as she let out a loud moan.

"That feel good, pretty girl?"

Y/N could only nod in response. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows knitted together and her mouth open as she panted. She rutted her hips upwards to meet Sirius's mouth. He groaned, thrusting his fingers faster and faster.

"Cum for me." Sirius said, his voice husky, "Want you to cum all over my face."

Y/N's moans only got louder as she reached her peak, her hips erratically bucking up into his mouth. She thrashed around on the bed, her skin glistening with sweat as Sirius withdrew his fingers from her and put them into his mouth, sucking her juices from them.

"You taste so good. I knew you could do it." He smiled, sweetly catching her lips with his.

"Thank you. Sorry for taking-"

"It's my pleasure." he interrupted, "Now, how about you return the favour, eh?" he winked at her.

lily's birthday party

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 27: Panties with Junkrat

GN reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains edging, slight feminisation?

"Jamie...you look so pretty." you coo at the blond, your hand tracing down his arm, feeling the trembling skin.

It takes a lot for Jamison to sit still, his thighs tense as he sits against the headboard. He's usually constantly fidgeting, whether with his tools, or just his fingers or clothes. But right now, he's sitting as still as he's able to, whether from arousal or embarrassment...or both.

You stroke your lithe fingers along the edges of the lace panties on your lovers hips, the material pleasing to the touch as well as being a brilliant shade of white. Moving a little lower, your fingertips brush against the bulge of his cock, straining and fighting against the delicate material.

"Just so beautiful." you praise, delighting in the pretty blush that decorates his cheeks.

"C-C'mon...y'don't mean that..." he mumbles, trying to duck his face away.

To bring him back, you move your hand down to the white garter belt holding up his stockings and snap it harshly on his skin. He jumps, letting out a cute noise at the surprise sting.

"I do mean it. You're so stunning." you praise him, fingers brushing back to his bulge. The contrast of his hard length and the dainty material constricting it made you shiver a little.

Every instinct in him wants to buck up harshly, to grab at you until you put your hand or mouth on him. But he really tries to keep still for you, to be good. Your praise is like a drug to him, one that dulls his other senses until everything he feels is just you.

Luckily for him, you push the flimsy material to the side until his length springs free. The head looks red and leaky, and he whimpers ever so slightly as the air reaches it. You smile and wrap your hand around the base.

“Want me to make you feel better?” You ask, knowing the answer already, but not being able to resist the frantic nodding of his head.

“Yes! Oh yes…please! Oh please…”

His begs are like sweet symphonies to your ears, so you can’t resist pumping him up and down a few times, until you get an idea. You hold out your hand in front of his face.

“Jamie. Spit.”

After a momentary blink, he obeys and spits a glob of saliva right into your palm. You use it as lube and begin to jerk his cock a little faster now, relishing in his almost girlish squeal.

His hips rock up, before you push them back down with your other hand, never once breaking the pace. Moans tumble from his lips, his eyes getting blurry. God you wish you’d have put some mascara on him, so you could see it run when soft tears fell from his waterline. You just know he’d look gorgeous with ruined black streaks running down his cheeks, but the flushed sight below you was just as rewarding.

“Such a pretty boy, pretty like a girl aren’t you?”

At your teasing he almost howls, thrashing around in place as you keep up the pace of your handjob. You keep going, twisting your hand around the head of his cock till his thighs twitch. Placing your thigh on his legs to keep him in place, you other hand goes from his hips to his balls, feeling them and gently massaging.

“Oh god…oh fuck I’m…I’m…”

“You close baby? Gonna make a mess all over my hand?”

“Yes! Gonna make a mess!” He cries out, so close to the pinnacle of pleasure…

Before he crosses that line, you pull away completely, leaving him whimpering like a kicked puppy who’d been left in the cold.

“N-No…why…”

“Oh hush baby.” You coo at him, reaching up to tweak his nipple. “You’re so much prettier when you’re edged.”

[songbirdmunson]

Tight Fit

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Smut

wordcount- 2.5K

a special thank you to// @reidsbtch @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @lithium80sblog for helping me so much with this ily guys!

WARNINGS: Steve takes a pic of reader with his phone, spit, cunnilingus, spanking, dirty talk, Steve’s a sub, male masturbation, and hair pulling. If there’s something I missed please let me know! Thank you for reading!!

“God fucking dammit.” Steve groans, working on pushing the lubed up flesh-light that’s gripped in his hand down onto the head of his cock. There was only one issue with his attempts, his dick was too fat to fit. He was almost in tears, working the toy up and down his sensitive head because that’s as far as it would go, whimpering and bucking his hips up, wishing he could feel it wrapped around himself fully. This would have to do for now, he sighs and leans his head back, the muscles in his neck bulging out as he moans. His other hand trails its way down his body to his balls, he squeezes them tightly almost cutting off the circulation.

“Such a good little pussy, all for me, fuck I wish you would fuck yourself down onto me farther, need to feel you.” He babbles out, his jaw tightening as he thrashes around from the pleasure, pre-cum is leaking down his cock and onto his hand, creating a big mess that he didn’t want to clean up later but for now he didn’t care. He slowly removes the toy from the tip of his dick, sitting up and spitting down onto it before pushing it back down. It squeezes him so hard it almost hurts but the pain mixed with the pleasure was delicious and he needed more.

Steve was so lost in his own little world he didn’t pay attention to the sound of the downstairs door clicking open. You were allowed a spare key, the only other person he trusted with one was Robin. The three of you hung out often, which is why you were coming over in the first place. He had forgotten some of his things at your apartment and you were simply trying to be a good best friend and return them. You’d tried calling but he never picked up, so you made your way over, knocking four or five times before you huffed in annoyance.

He said he was supposed to be home today when you’d talked to him on the phone the evening before, but it seemed as if he had gone to bed early. You let yourself in, placing the bag of Steve’s belongings on a bench in the Harrington’s foyer. You had every intention to turn back around and leave when a sound caught your ear. A loud whine floating down the hallway from Steve’s room. You feared the worst after everything that was happening with the upside down.

You make your way down the hall, listening as the sounds of Steve whimpering get louder and louder as you approach his bedroom door. “Steve?! Steve, it's me, are you okay?” You ask, quickly pushing open the door, stopping in whatever you were going to say next, the thought completely dying out in your mind when you’re faced with the most pathetic sight you have ever seen. Steve was splayed out on all fours on his unmade bed, there were two pillows in front of him and something stuck in between him that he was desperately rutting against, trying to work his cock down into but it just wasn’t working.

He turns his head quickly, his face heating up as he stammers, quickly pulling away from the toy and grabbing the quilt on his bed to cover up. “Wha-what are you doing here?!” He says, shaking as you eye him. You felt a sudden dampness between your legs, your brain catching up with what you had just observed. “Well, I only came by to drop your things off but you never picked up the phone…. Now I can see why.” You trailed off as Steve hid his face in embarrassment.

“God I’m so sorry, I hope this doesn’t make things weird.” You laugh slightly, walking inside his room and closing the door softly behind you. “No baby it doesn’t make things weird, actually you look like you could use some help Stevie, only if you’d want that of course.” He swallows nervously, shuffling back on his bed. “How do you want to help me?” He asks, as you step towards his bed slowly, smirking at the lust blown look that was currently gracing his features.

“I think I could take that fat cock better than that flimsy little toy don’t you Steve?” You ask, slowly pulling your shirt up and over your head. You throw it across the room as Steve opens his mouth over and over trying to get words out but failing miserably. “If you don’t want this tell me right now baby, because I’ll be honest, I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You whisper, your knees hitting his bed, slowly crawling your way up to him as he blushes profusely.

He nods his head over and over, looking like one of those bobble heads that you’d put on the dash of your car. Words finally escape his lips as you reach down, placing both of your hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs hard as his breath stutters. “Yes, yes god I want this baby doll, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.” He babbles out as he shifts to be underneath you, pulling you so that your legs are straddling his waist, his cock pressed right underneath your clothed pussy.

You smile down at him softly, he looked beautiful, his hair was a complete mess which for Steve was rare. You liked it better this way, stuck in every direction and matted down to his forehead, you thought it looked cute almost like he had just woken from a dream filled slumber. You knew the real reason he looked like a pathetic fucked out mess and it has you leaking through your panties onto the head of his cock. He takes notice of this, grabbing your hips and making you grind down against him slowly as he lets out a breathy whine.

“Never knew you’d be so vocal Steve, does that feel good baby?” He nods, his eyes squeezed shut, lip bitten raw. You shake your head, slowly reaching down and pinching his face between your fingers. “Look at me.” You demand, his brown eyes fly open, looking up at you. “When I speak to you or ask you a question you answer me, understand?” He chokes on a moan as he nods slowly, “I-I understand miss.”

You lean down, kissing his temple before you’re twisting your hand up in his hair, pulling it slightly. “There’s my good boy, now get my clothes off, wanna feel you inside of me.” He wastes no time in flipping you over so you’re pinned down against his bed, the sheets hot against your back from where he was laying. The smell of him surrounds you, it has your mind swimming as he pulls your shorts down your legs quickly, rubbing his rough hands up your thighs. He lays down on his stomach, looking up at you as he spreads your legs slowly, growling at the sight before him as he ruts his cock against the sheets below him.

Your pussy had soaked through your panties, causing a dark patch to form, Steve leans forward and licks over your cunt, sucking down on where your clit is. Your hands fly down to grab at his arms. “Oh fuck baby! Please don’t tease me c'mon now.” You whisper, moaning loudly as he bites the inside of one of your thighs before he slides your ruined underwear down your legs. You grip onto his arms watching as he stares at your exposed cunt, his brown eyes almost black and dripping with lust at the sight of you. He timidly looks up at you, “Can I eat you out baby? Please, I've wanted to taste you for so long, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispers, sliding his hands up and down the inside of your thighs as he waits for your reply.

You scoff down at him, your patience growing thin, the ache growing and burning throughout your body. “If you want it so bad, beg me. Only good boys get to eat me out Steve. He fights the urge to roll his eyes at you, also growing impatient as he shuffles up a little, laying his chin against your stomach and pouting up at you. “M’your good boy miss, I’ll be the best boy, just please I wanna make you cum on my face. I know you want it, please let me have it.” He whines as you run your fingers through his hair gently, tugging on it a little before you smile at him, nodding. “That’s much better, go on then, show me how bad you’ve wanted me baby.”

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Steve ate you out like a starved man, you were the best thing he had ever tasted. His jaw was stretched wide, his long thick tongue working its way up from your hole back to your clit over and over again. You were shaking, doing your best to not come apart but between the harsh grip he had on you and his magical tongue it was hard to last. His face was completely covered in your slick, running down his chin. You go to push his head away from you but all you get in return is Steve pulling away and slapping down onto your clit harshly with his hand. “Wasn’t done.” He grumbles, spitting down onto you before he’s licking back inside of you, pushing his tongue as deep as it’ll go. “I don’t care if you aren’t done, I need you inside me now baby, need you to feel what a real pussy feels like instead of that plastic one.” You grab onto his head, pulling him up as you sit up to face him, kissing him and licking into his mouth. He was driving you crazy, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He motions for you to turn around as you pull away from him, you position yourself so your ass is high in the air for him. Reaching back and spreading your pussy for him as he jerks his cock behind you. An animalistic sort of sound escapes his lips as he stares down at you, slapping your ass hard before the head of his cock is pressed against your pussy. “You ready baby?” He says, leaning down and kissing your lower back softly, gently rutting up against you as you close your eyes, you’re in pure ecstasy and he hasn’t even started yet. You bite back a hiss as he slowly pushes forward, his thick head stretching you out already, not even close to being in all the way.

“Oh fuck.” You groan out, your head drops down onto his pillow, your face smushed up uncomfortably as he keeps pushing inside of you slowly. “Oh baby, you’re so fucking big, no wonder you couldn’t fit inside that toy, fuck.” He laughs slightly behind you, his hips jerking uncontrollably as his toes curl, he’s close to cumming inside of you already. “F-feels amazing, you’re so tight, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.” He mumbles out, his breath catching in his throat as he grips your hips, pulling you back against him as he pushes the last bit inside, bottoming out. You feel tears prick your eyes, the sensation of him rearranging your insides is too much already, but not enough at the same time.

You push your hips back against him, slowly fucking yourself back and forth on his cock. His muscles in his legs tensing up as you grip him tightly. “Oh my god fuck, please keep doing that, you should see your ass baby, it’s bouncing off my hips, looks so fucking pretty.” You giggle below him, gripping onto his sheets hard, your pace slow and drawn out, you wanted to drive him crazy. It was working. Steve finally had enough of the teasing, reaching his hand down to press your head down onto the bed hard as he finally started thrusting inside of you, each stroke deeper than the next. He’s rubbing up against your g-spot just right, moaning filthy praises into your ear as he drapes himself over you. His hairy chest rubbing up against your back, sweat is causing your bodies to stick together, it should feel gross, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

“C’mon baby show me how you were gonna cum in that pocket pussy, need it. Wanna have you leaking out of me the rest of the day.” You moan out, as he pounds away, the sound of his hips slapping against yours ringing throughout his room. The headboard of his bed smacking against the wall so hard you’re sure there will be a dent later. Steve would worry about that at another time, right now he can only focus on the tight wet heat wrapped around his cock. He had never felt something so amazing in his life, most girls couldn’t take him, always complaining about how he was ‘too big.’ He had never realized he was so big until today, pathetically trying to fuck into his toy and failing. You weren’t like other girls though, you were taking every inch of him and begging for more.

You feel Steve begin to shake, and you know he’s trying to hold out as he babbles out complete nonsense, you can barely understand him before you feel him yank your hair back, pulling you up against him painfully. He leans down and licks up your neck slowly, the taste of your salty skin driving him crazy. “Please miss, g-gonna cum I can’t hold it anymore, please.” He whines, right into your ear. Your eyes roll back as your own orgasm approaches, your body overtaken as your mind drifts off to some other place, you only come to again when you feel Steve gently letting you down.

He flips you over and spreads your legs, groaning as he watches his cum slipping out of you. “You need to see this.” He says, grabbing his phone and opening the camera app, he snaps a picture before turning it around to show you. Your pussy is puffy, swollen up from how hard he had fucked it, and his cum is everywhere, leaking out of you and pooling onto his sheets.

You smile up at him lazily, laughing at the feral look that was on his face. “Next time you need help like that just call me Stevie.” He eyes you over, his mouth opening to run his tongue over his lips. “You mean it baby?” You sit up on your elbows, telling him to come close. He drops his phone down next to you and places his hands on either side of you, as you cradle his face gently in your hands. “Mean it, I’m your little fuck doll now. Understood?” His eyebrows raise up, not expecting you to be so bold about it, but he’s not complaining. “I understand miss, only mine, my fuckdoll.”

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taglist 🏷️

@taintedcigs @inourtownofhawkins @onegirlmanytales @chrissymjstan @cursedxwh0re @heartbreak-sandwich @evansrot @the-fairy-anon @girlfuckthatwhore @hellv1ra

[harrysarchive]

if only you knew, bunny: h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!y/n

summary:

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

warnings:

TW⚠️ body shaming

unhealthy relationship with y/n's mom (body shaming, controlling mom, just a shitty mom overall) also really short sorry i just wanted to tease these two

A/N: guys the way this has been in my drafts for about 4 months LMFAO lmk if you would want more dormmate!harry x y/n!

part two

y/n's pov

The smell of peppermint vanilla carries along with the scent of books, soft chatter from the tv carries out in the small dorm, i glance over at the empty bed and a frown tugs at my lips.

"guess im on my own." i huff closing my book and tossing it to the side.

as i pick up my phone a knock makes me still, i glance at the door before walking over to it and slowly opening the door. my eyes catch sight of a lovely shade of green staring back at me.

"um sorry," he clears his throat, "my names Harry, and i think we're flatmates."

my eyes widen at what he says before my eyebrows furrow, "um im y/n, i didnt think i had a dorm mate."

"yeah 'm sorry about that i was in england for the past month, so i couldnt do all the orientation." he shuffles his bags and i snap out of it before throwing the door open.

"apologies, um i didnt think they did unisex dorms here."

"i wasnt expecting this either this is um C36 right?"

"yeah yeah you're right, well welcome to your dorm Harry..." i trail off not knowing his last name hoping he'd fill in the blank.

"styles!" he smirks holding out his hand and I place my hand in his giving it a shake.

"oh my god! harry!" i squeak covering my eyes as i step into our shared dorm, a topless girl perked up on his bed.

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

i peak through my fingers and find our room empty, just the two of us. "i would've left har, you could've asked you know i dont mind." i mumble dropping my bags on my bed.

"nonsense i would rather spend time with you bun, though uh -if you dont mind me asking- why are you back so early?" he asked sitting us on my bed, i sit crisscross in front of him before tears start welding up in my eyes.

"god that woman is so fucking cruel to me har." i gasp out a sob as tears fall freely down my face.

"whoa bunny breathe for me." harry hums pulling me into his arms, broken sobs hiccup through me as i weep like a baby into harry.

"i do everything she wants, im trying to appease her and nothing is ever good enough it's either 'you look too chubby', 'you're face looks dull, use more moisturiser.' 'are you working out?' i'm sick of it!" i hiccup, "as soon as i got there she just starts listening all the things i embarrass her with. 'no daughter of mine should be in college, i got a nice boy down the street who comes with money and would love to be with you if you lost a couple of pounds.' i dont want that har, i've studied my whole life to be here. i want to be a librarian, have my own little bookstore that is where my happiness is and im not going to let her drag me down." i finish my rants tears and snot running down my face and into my hands.

harry stays quite for a little bit, rocking us slowly back and forth, i feel his lips press against my head before he lifts my head to look at him. he wipes away my tears before smiling lightly.

"you're a fighter, bunny. im proud of you, for not letting this woman take control of your life. for being your own goddamn person." he whispered to me before yanking me into a hug and tickling my sides, a laugh erupts from me before i start thrashing in his arms

"harry! stop!" i laugh before he lays on top of my the air literally being knocked out of me, "oof! you fat ass get off of me!"

"gasp! how dare you!" he gives me a cheeky smile before rolling off of me. "want to go get fro yo? on me obviously."

"ugh!" i fake displeasure rolling my eyes, "only because you want some and are paying sure."

harrys pov

i watch as y/n throws a hoodie over her head, i pull my bottom lip between my teeth looking at her legs on display, nice thick thighs and a ass that would make god sin. her face fresh with tears making her glow as bright as a star, a beautiful natural blush on her brown skin, lips plump.

a down right goddess.

"can we stop by a 7/11, momma needs some chips." she smirks pulling me out of thought as i burst into laughter.

"you're a clown!" i snort sliding on some shoes and grabbing my lanyard, i open the door for her and let her slide through, taking time watching her walk from behind before joining her.

" 'm so lonely i might take up that woman's offer with the boy down the street." she breaks the silence shoving her keys in her purse, my heart plummets.

fuck no.

"bunny you can do so much better than a man that will only want you if you lost weight." i sternly say and she snorts.

"well im waiting and theres no one in a 20 mile radius that would want me."

if only you knew bunny.

LOVE YALL REQUEST MORE BULLSHIT!!

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

[missmeinyourbones]

ahhh congrats on your milestone leah!! you deserve it all and more!

oh my god all these prompts are so good and you write everyone so well, how can we choose? for your event, may I suggest eren and "this this the first time i've felt the need to confess." or "it's okay, we're the best of friends."

ty for hosting this! I can't wait to see everything you come out with ٩(⌒‿⌒)۶

FIRST TIME I'VE FELT THE NEED TO CONFESS (e. jaeger)

a/n: drunk eren and dd reader, mutual pining but eren is shameless and reader has class, LOSER CORE EREN, reader referred to as "ma'am" once in a teasing context

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

If anyone saw this situation out of context, it might be funny. But in content—your context specifically—it's nothing less than a headache.

Because you've been saddled with the pleasure of driving home an absolutely trashed Eren, pulling him by his collar to your car as he whines and thrashes with objections.

"One date," he repeats, plopping dead weight into the passenger seat of your car and looking up at you with clouded eyes.

Your response is expected, "Nope."

Eren opens his mouth, but before you can hear whatever bullshit he was conjuring up, you shut his door and walk over to the other side of the car.

Without fail, as soon as you open your door, he's continuing his pleading.

"Just dinner? That's literally all I'm asking for, just one dinner where—"

"You know," you interrupt him as you slide into the driver's seat, "you're a sloppy drunk."

You watch the thought process (or lack thereof) in his mind as he smirks and leans his seat further back, "Drinking isn't the only thing I do sloppy if you—"

"Don't finish that sentence."

Eren's eyes travel in amusement from your blushing and aggravated face to where you turn the key in the ignition and white knuckle the steering wheel. He huffs and kisses his teeth, before defeatedly joking.

"Too far?"

You don't speak, but the glare you shoot him says enough. He holds his hands up in defense and turns his attention to his window.

Silence takes over the car for a few peaceful moments and you don't bring yourself to question it, because Eren not talking is a whole lot better than Eren talking. Not only talking, but asking you out—something he's never thought to do before in the entire three years of knowing you.

Between your own exhaustion and his pathetic alcohol tolerance, you're almost positive you can write it off as nonsense. That is, until Eren opens his big fat mouth up again.

"What if I beg?"

At a red light, you rest your forehead against the steering wheel in exasperation. You hear him borderline giggle as the action gently beeps on your horn.

Your voice comes weak, "Since when do you even want to ask me out? Are you that off your ass right now?"

That changes something in him, because even though he is off his ass right now, he's wanted to ask you out when he was sober about ten times over by now. It's not his fault he's never gotten the courage to do so until now. Right?

"No, fuck no, I—" he stumbles over the slurred syllables as his brain fogs, "I mean, I am drunk, yeah. But I've been far drunker."

Comically, you stare through him, as if he doesn't have a single thought in his puny little brain. When the light turns green, you turn away from him and start driving again, suddenly far too calm for his liking.

"Believe it or not, that doesn't make me feel any better."

Eren rubs his blurry eyes with a calloused hand. "Shit—yeah, I know, okay? Just, hold on. Let me start over, 'cause I do really do wanna buy you dinner and—”

"Why now?"

"Not now," he states matter of fact, "when I'm sober and know where my wallet is."

"No, Eren," your voice is soft now, humiliated. You won't even look at him when you weakly whisper, "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

He takes pride in the way he holds your stare for all of three seconds, before turning down and looking at his shoelaces.

"This is just the first time I've felt the need to confess," he mumbles.

You deadpan, "The first time?"

"Yup."

"There were other times you kept it to yourself?

"Like two whole years worth, yeah," he huffs under his breath. "But I wasn't gonna lead with that because that sounds lame and this makes me sound more manly and suave."

The car hums beneath him when he hears you laugh, and his drunk mind can't tell if it's out of pity or honest amusement, but he likes the sound of it all the same.

Though your words might be meant to sting, the delivery is silky when you tease, "I'm driving you home because you can't handle your liquor. Nothing about you is manly or suave right now."

He nods along obediently, "Okay, sorry."

Turning his attention back to the condensation dripping from the window, he suddenly speaks so gently that you'd think he was sober if you didn't see what he drank tonight.

"If you don't actually wanna go out, you can just reject me already. It's fine."

Now it's Eren who won't meet your eye as you're pulling up to his house on the corner of the street. Throwing the car into park and tapping his bicep, he slowly sighs, a bit embarrassed but too drunk to actually care.

"Tell you what," you breathe, and you're surprised Eren's neck doesn't snap on impact with the speed he turns to face you. You bite your cheek at his desperation and exhale, "If you wake up in the morning and still want to take me to dinner, then we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Yeah?" you swear you can physically see the light reenter his eyes at your simple words.

Nodding, you smile. "Yeah, but for now, get your ass in your apartment and drink a shit ton of water."

Gently shoving him, Eren gets out of the car. In the slightly drizzling rain, his eyes never leave yours as his lanky legs stand up and he salutes in a corny way, "Yes, ma'am."

You reach over the middle console to pull his door shut, but before you can even grab it, he's reaching for the handle and holding it open.

"Wait—!"

"What now?" exasperation crawls from your throat.

You watch unimpressed as he pats down all of his pockets before meekly whispering.

"…Do you have my house keys?"

[redhead1180]

My So-Called Punishment

About - JJ x fem!reader

Summary - You have been in a mood all day and JJ decides to take matters in his own hands.

Warnings - MDNI, smut, hair pulling, rough housing (?), cursing, fighting, p in v, oral (f rec), let me know if missed anything

A/N - I was having a bad day and decided, I thought a little pure JJ smut would put a smile on my face. Between multiple moots talking about his biceps and the above gif, I had my inspiration. I wanted out faster, but I needed a nap when I got stuck. Then I needed a few cigarettes to get thru the smut. 🙄 Don't judge me.

Credit to original owners of gifs and @saradika-graphics for dividers. 😊

I had been in a shit mood all day. I really didn't know why, yea work was awful, but what else was new. The shit mood started when I woke up. Even JJ's sexy morning voice couldn't make me smile. When I got back to John B's after work, I had at snapped John B, JJ, and even poor Pope, every time they talked to me.

I had gotten a few side eyes from JJ and knew I was pushing my luck with him. The last snarky comment from me to JJ had earned a jaw snap and 'the look' saying I was about to piss him off.

JJ, John B, Pope, and I were watching a movie later in the evening and I got up to get me a beer. JJ asks nicely, I will give him that, to grab him one and I for no reason snap at him "Are you're legs fucking broken?". That was it, he stands up and comes over grabs my hand to drag me to the spare room.

"Somebody's in trouble" John B sings as JJ pulls me through the kitchen to his room.

"Don't be too rough, bro" Pope yells as JJ pushes me in the room.

"Listen, babe, I don't know what the fuck you're problem is today, but I have had it!" He growls at me as he throws me on the bed, slamming the door behind him. I land on my back and my head snaps back up, but I don't waste any time, I turn over and start scrambling to get up and off the bed. I was in for it, I knew it, but I wasn't going down just yet. Maybe this was what I wanted all day, to let off some sexual steam, cause I could feel the heat growing in my core. But I didn't want JJ to know that.

"Oh no, you ain't going anywhere" he snaps as he grabs my ankles, making me slam onto my stomach and starts pulling me back to the edge of the bed. I am trying to grab anything along the way, sheets, pillows, to get leverage to pull myself away. It wasn't doing any good cause they just came with me.

"JJ I ain't in the mood for this" I grunt as I try to kick and thrash at him. He could easily overpower me, we both knew it, but what was the fun in that. He knew I enjoyed trying to assert my dominance, as much as he enjoyed dominating me.

He slaps me hard on my bare thigh and hisses at me "That's for kicking at me". I buried my face as I let out a small moan, hoping he didn't hear it or see the way it soaked my panties. I still wasn't ready to give in, but the fire in my veins was raging. Before I could move, he reaches over me and grabs my shorts and panties, and yanks them both down my legs and tosses them.

"JJ, I swear to God - " I yelp mid sentence as JJ smacks my ass hard, leaving a red hand print. Then leans over me rubbing my cheek to help with the sting.

"You swear what, hmm love?" he teases me in my ear. He stands back up and sits down, hands wrapped around my ankles, attempting to pull my legs over his lap. I am still squirming and thrashing around.

"Stop squirming and being a brat, dammit!" he growls at me smacking my ass again. "You're only making this harder on yourself" I involuntarily let out a moan and feel my hole clench around nothing. I had slowed down enough, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his other arm wraps around my thighs like a vice grip. I am literally bent over his lap and can't do anything, but squirm a bit. I was getting winded and the fight was getting knocked out of me. He adjusted his arm, effectively pushing my red tinged butt into in the air.

"Is this what you wanted, did you just need a spanking from daddy?" he questions, "Cause from the way you soaked your panties and are dripping down your leg, that's the outcome you wanted." He lets up on his vice grip and I feel him slide his hand between my thighs and pull causing me to gasp as cool air hits my wet hole. I feel his fingers start to run through my folds. I swallow a moan as the fire in my veins starts raging.

"I think 20 slaps are deserved for your brattiness today." he sternly says, "what do you think, princess, hmm?" He continues to rub my wetness around my folds never quite hitting my clit. I stay silent, using the silent treatment against him. I want to growl and moan at the same time. Against my will, I start to move against his fingers, trying for more. He slaps my pussy, making me cry out.

"I asked you a question" he growls. "I can keep this up all day, love."

"Yes!" I huff out.

He smacks my pussy again, drops of my arousal flying through the air.

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy!" I huff out

"Count for me and don't mess up or we start back at one." He murmurs.

He smacks my cheek hard, I bite my lip and grunt "One." He smacks my other cheek, I feel the back of my eyes start to burn, "Two." He smacks the first cheek again, I let out a small whimper, "Three". He continues to smack my ass, switching cheeks after each one. When done, I am in tears, sniffling, biting and gripping the sheets for dear life.

He gets up and rolls me gently over, laying between my legs, then reaches up and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. "Are we gonna give daddy anymore problems today" he gently asks, as he looks into my eyes, nuzzling his nose against mine.

"No." I whimper out looking back at him, with big doe eyes, tears still in the corners.

"Aww baby I tried to give you warnings, but you wouldn't listen." He mewls as he starts to kiss my tear soaked cheeks. One hand reaching down to rub my hip and thigh lovingly.

"I know," I sputter "I just been in a shit mood all day and I don't know why. Then work was horrible, dealing with kooks harassing me the whole time. I just couldn't help it. "

He brushes some hair off my forehead, chewing on his lip, as if having an internal debate.

"Well I shouldn't ask this, since you were just punished, but you want daddy to make you feel better?" he asks with a little grin.

"Mhmm, please"

He smirks and leans down, kissing me gently, his hand moving from my hip to snake up my stomach, leaving goosebumps in it's wake, and pinch my already hardened nipple. He breaks the kiss for a second to pull my shirt over my head and immediately reattaches his lips to mine forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hand reaches behind my head to grip my hair causing my to tilt up, giving him more access. What was a gentle kiss had turned into a hungry, tongue dominating, teeth clashing kiss that was making my toes curl and forget all about my stinging ass. I let out a whine as I kiss him back just as hungrily.

I desperately start to pull at his shirt, wanting it off, letting out whines and whimpers as he continues his assault on my lips. Desperately needing air, I pull back from the kiss and he starts to place open mouthed kisses down my jaw and neck.

"You have too many clothes on, daddy" I moan out. I hear him chuckle as uses the hand that was on my boob, reaches behind his head, grabs his shirt and pulls it off. His hand going back to its previous spot. I groan loving the feel of his back muscles beneath my hands. His mouth finds a new home on my other tit, sucking and nibbling, until I was pushing my hips up to meet him.

"Is my baby girl a little needy?" he teases as he kisses down my stomach.

"Yes, need more"

"Daddy's got you, I am gonna make you forget all about your shitty mood..." he kissed a trail from hip to hip and then settles on his stomach between my thighs. He uses his fingers to spread me open, blowing gently on my hole, sending a wave of electricity through my system.

"Please daddy!" you gasp grabbing his hair, trying to pull him toward you.

JJ places an open mouthed kiss on you and begins running his tongue through your folds. "God baby you have the sweetest pussy on the whole damn island." he rasps as he starts sucking your pearl. You know you aren't going to last long, the fire running through you going straight to your core. Without letting up his assault on your clit, he slips a finger in and immediately curves it to that sweet spot that will leave you in tremors.

"Fuck!" you gasp out, throwing your head back deeper into the bed, grabbing his hair and holding him to you. He adds another finger and speeds up pumping his fingers in and out of you, your arousal juices running down his fingers and hand, being slung all over your thighs. That familiar pain settles in your core telling you that you were on the edge.

"I'm cum-" you start to gasp, but it turns into a scream as you topple over the edge. JJ removes his fingers and moves mouth to slurp the juices spilling out of you.

JJ sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of hand, "We're not done yet princess" he drawls as he grabs my hips and flips me on my stomach. He rubs my red ass and then puts in the prone position, laying down on top and wrapping his arm around me neck.

Without any warning, he thrusts into me all the way, letting out a groan and starts pounding into me. I grab his biceps and bite him to muffle my scream, the burn from him stretching me almost too much. JJ hisses "Easy baby".

The pain doesn't last long and I become a moaning mess, letting out "uh-uhs" every time he slams into me. JJ's essence is all around me. I can smell salt water, weed and mint. I feel the warmth of his body all over me as he lays on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine as our bodies rub together. The strength of his arm around my neck, so strong, yet so gentle and never hurts me. His other hand on my hip, gripping me to the position he wants. I consume it all into my senses, like a hungry wolf.

"Fuck baby you taking me so good, so fucking tight" JJ moans in my ear. As he speeds up, arm squeezing tighter around my neck, I can hear little grunts and whines coming from him. "Jesus fuck, princess, I love you" he babbles in my ear.

"I love you too, daddy" I grunt out.

JJ pulls my butt up and hits my G-spot, making me cry out. I use one hand to grab the headboard and the other hangs on to his bicep for dear life. My vision starts to go blurry as I see stars every time he hits that spot. I can feel my orgasm building as he slams into me.

"Daddy I am close" I moan out.

"Cmon baby, let go for me" JJ whispers as his hand moves from hip to my clit. He starts vigorously rubbing figure eights on it, helping me reach my high. I feel his thrusts start to stutter, can tell he is getting close too.

"Be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my cock" he rasps out placing his forehead between my shoulder blades.

The praise was all it took for my orgasm to hit like freight train and cause me to clench around JJ, screaming to God and Jesus as the pleasure rushed over me in waves. There is a ringing in my ear, I see stars, and I feel the gush of liquid rush out of me all over my thighs.

"O fuck babe, gonna -shit- rip my -o fuck- dick off" JJ stutters out. He lets out a loud groan as thrusts in me and stills. I let go of the headboard and reach behind me to grab his head holding it close to me.

JJ continues to slowly thrust in me, riding out highs out, then collapses on top of me. My legs are shaking and I am gasping for breath. He takes a minute, catching his breath, then starts leaving kisses along my shoulder blades. He slowly slides out of me and attempts to get up, I let out a whimper and hold tight to his arm.

"I'm not go anywhere baby" he softly chuckles. "Just moving over to the side so I don't smush you."

I weakly turn over on to my back and JJ is on his side, head on his hand, elbow bent, looking down at me. He reaches up and pulls my hair off my sweaty face. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss.

"Feeling better princess" he smirks down at me.

I smile, a little wobbly, and whisper "Yes." I pause and and bite my finger, look up at him mischievously "I think my shit mood is gone now"

He bursts out laughing, grabbing me for a hug, "God you're gonna be the death of me."

We both hear John B from the living room yell, "Are y'all finally done fucking?"

[pupyuj]

im ngl overstimulated yujin has me stuttering

combining these two asks cuz why not! anyways atp i’m looking like i genuinely believe yujin has a dick bcs i almost never write about yuj w a cooch anymore (yuj cooch enthusiasts i will deliver soon do NAWT worry) but listen … she does have a dick and i know bcs she’s constantly slamming it inside m—[STATIC]

(p.s. i think it’s way too obvious that i enjoyed this a lot pls i loooveee yujin sm don’t look at me like thatttt)

we all agree that yujin has crazy stamina and even if she’s exhausted, the feeling of being inside you is just too good that she never really pulls out after the two of you finish :(( if she could, baby would be inside you all the time really! you always wondered how much yujin could take before she’s crying and pleading for mercy… it’s about time that you’re the one who has her whimpering and getting all limp after all! 😵‍💫

binding her to a soft, comfortable chair and letting her keep at least her shirt on bcs you’re not gonna lie, your shirt looked way too good on her 😍 you’d start slow with a cute little handjob and for a while it’d look like just another friday night of good fucking for the two of you but yujin notices what you were up to when she was three orgasms deep and you still haven’t taken her dick down your throat or inside you! i’d love to think that she’d start squirming! yuj is used to being the one who does all the teasing and the cruel ‘make her cry all night by pulling eight orgasms out of her in a matter of an hour’ game—not the other way around!

baby’s never been overstimulated… a part of her would be excited, but mostly she’d be terrified bcs what if she embarrasses herself! :(( her pride wouldn’t let her go down without a fight.. she’d try to get control but you wouldn’t budge of course.. this was a once in a blue moon opportunity! you have to see yujin beg helplessly for you to stop 🥺🥺

“hm.. don’t dry out so quick, baby… you still have to fill me up, remember?” you’d whisper in her ear while tears well up in her eyes after her sixth orgasm 🫣 her legs shaking, dick twitching in your hand… i love to think about how she’d bite her lip to not be too loud but ending up failing and cutting her lip on the process oh the poor girl 💔 kissing down her neck and whispering the nastiest, most degrading things in her while you gear her up for another climax… yujin really doesn’t know if she should be turned on or humiliated but either way, one of those feelings was the one making her cum so—

ah it’d be soooo messy too?:!;!/&,& your entire hand would be drenched with her cum and every time you lick it up it only makes yujin’s dick go stiff again,, it’s impressive really! how she’s still able to keep cumming so much 😵‍💫 “good puppy, you just know what mommy wants from you, huh?” oh yujinnie would go insane 🤤🤤 you’d think she’d start resisting and acting all bratty but nooo puppy loves to get praised! sure she hated the humiliating aspect of it all (…or did she?) but one “good girl” and her brain just goes all dumb for you 🥺💕

seeing her pretty, shiny eyes all glossed up with tears once you decided to have a taste of her cum directly from the source… god you’d only have her tip in your mouth and she’d already be thrashing around and shaking her head bcs yujinnie was so sensitive at that point :(( sobbing pathetically and moaning at the pleasure at the same time.. loving how she was so obviously torn between wanting to break free of her restraints to stop you or to finish what you started and fuck you to oblivion… yujinnie will get her fun later but right now, it was time for yours 🥰

taking in all of her dick down your throat in one fell swoop and yujin’s screaming in the air with her eyes nearly rolled back 😵‍💫 ugh the sight of her dick disappearing inside your mouth flawlessy every now and again only made things worse.. she has to fuck you and breed you until she was empty :(( it wouldn’t take long for her to cum again.. but at least this time not a drop was wasted! you made sure to swallow it all, just how she liked to see it 🤭 it would be her eleventh orgasm and poor puppy would be so tired ☹️ chest heaving up and down, sobbing softly while still struggling to break free… and now you feel bad! 😔

“i know, baby.. sorry i went overboard, i know…” you’d whisper while spooning her on your bed, making up for all your meanness with your awesome aftercare 🥺 yujinnie would be so cute all cuddled up to your side, face buried in your chest where it was warm… and you’d think that she would be too tired to even keep her eyes open but nope! the second you let down your guard, yujin would be rolling on top of you and pinnjng your hands above your head, grinning down at you like the sick pervert that was 🤭🤭

“your turn. make daddy happy now.”

don’t you just love switches?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[brights-place]

Hiii hope I'm not sending this at a wrong time 😅

Can we have some headcanons for queen barb marrying reader ?. 👰‍♀️👰‍♀️💐💍

Barb X Wife! S/O

Pairings: Barb X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild cursing, THE GAYS ARE GAYING!

A/N: I have never been so happy with this request! I'm literally writing an whole fanfiction instead of headcannons cause THIS! THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT TO BE JUST HEADCANNONS!

Barb X Wife! S/O pt 2

You and Barb had been dating for about 7 years and you were always supportive with each other but you did have an argument when she wanted to unite all trolls you thought you all were going to understand and learn each others different styles of music.

You didn’t think you’d end up watching your girlfriend try to take over the world. You spoke up about it but she was so close to actually collecting all the strings about it and she was gonna quit since she noticed the look of discomfort in your face but continued to do it anyway even though you told her that you felt something would happen even though she knew your gut feelings were always right she waved it off…

Now she stood at the stage watching the strings of the diffrent music tribes Techno, country, rock, funk, and pop fade in her hands as poppy ran to her partner Barb stared at the two before looking towards you wanting you to comfort her but she noticed how you looked away with an look on your face she knew well enough to read.

After the world tour incident she apolgized to everybody and literally had you scold her for so long she started to get into you degrading her which lead to some stuff if you know what I mean 🤭

She had proposed to you right after her concert dedicating songs to you which made you flustered and would take you to the rooftop singing rock songs to you that you loved as soon as she got on an knee you knew what she was gonna do “Barb…” you uttered Barb nodded looking away.

Barb definitely hasn’t been practicing proposing to you for the past 2 years after she realised she wanted to marry you “(Name) Uhm shit I forgot what I was gonna say…Fuck” Barb said looking away as you giggled cupping her face as she cleared her throat “Loving you is a knee jerk reaction. I cant control it and if I could believe me, I would. You walk into a room and my gravitational pull isn’t down. It’s you. Like you’re the Center of my world and I’m constantly falling. Falling, Falling to you and for you and hopefully with you… (Name)” Barb took an sharp inhale as you teared up slightly “If you stay with me, I promise to make you smile everyday with my weird jokes and random kisses. I promise to hold your hand when you need someone to walk with through the storm. I promise to share my food with you, give you good massages and laugh at your horrible stupid jokes that I love so much…” you gasped abit at the end “my jokes are hilarious!” Barb snickered “Sure babe… there are a million reasons why you should stay with me and be my wife… if you’d like to be?” Barb said looking away as you smiled nodding quickly tackling her to the floor and kissing her deeply

You pulled away as she held you close tearing up “Rock on…” You giggled “damn right” You said kissing barbs face as she blushed. Once you tow came back inside you were met by King Thrash and other rock trolls congratulating you two for getting engaged and soon planned together an wedding sitting side by side as you two talked about different things for the weddings.

Currently you two where wondering where exactly it would be hosted “It could be hosted on where we first met?” Barb suggested as you hummed thinking to yourself “Barb we met at volcano rock city plus I wanted to invite our friends from outside of volcano rock city our temperature here is much different were use to it but they might not be” “They have to suck it up I want our wedding it to be fucking rocking!” You giggled cupping barbs face giving her an quick peck on her lips as Barb smiled “god I want to fuck you right now” Barb uttered placing an hand on your waist as you sighed pushing her head away smirking at her “Barb keep it in your pants” “I want you to be in my pants though” Barb groaned.

The wedding ceremony was a perfect mesh of elegance and rock 'n roll theme. The rock 'n roll themed wedding was a perfect mix of elegance and rock 'n roll vibes. The wedding was held inside a vintage like building where King Thrash and Queen Thrash got married at… Barb wanted to be wedded their for her mother and father even if he mother couldn’t see it she wanted her father too.

It decorated with edgy yet classy rock 'n roll accents. The venue was decorated with dramatic black walls, featuring white accents and gold details. The venue was completely transformed into a vibrant and fun rock 'n roll theme, featuring colorful stage lighting, edgy punk rock decorations, and musical elements such as vintage rock instruments and neon lights. The tables were adorned with dramatic black table cloths and edgy black tablescape decorations, making for a perfect venue for rock 'n roll lovers.

An altar had an mix of your favourite flowers and barbs favourite wilted flowers together As Barb stood at the altar gulping sad she fixed her suit slightly as music started to play an rock n roll wedding music. Barbs suit was crafted with a bold punk rock vibe, featuring accent buttons and bold silver spikes on the jacket and black leather pants. The jacket was shaped with a dramatic collar, giving it an edgy yet stylish silhouette, while the pants featured a bold and dramatic drop-crotch style. The pants and jacket were completed with punk rock accessories such as a silver spiked neckband and belt while the shoes were crafted with a bold spiked detail black leather. Barb inhaled sharpley as riff patted barbs shoulder since Barbs bestman was riff.

You stood at the other end staring down the aisle with a nervous look on your face as you wore a wedding dress featured bold yet elegant details combining the dark and mysterious vibes with the elegance of traditional wedding dresses. The dress was beautiful and was crafted with stunning lace and satin fabric, featuring bold accents of black and deep red velvet. The bodice was shaped with a low neckline and dramatic flared sleeves, while the skirt fell in a dramatic and elegant drape, creating a chic and romantic silhouette. The gown also featured dramatic black ribbon accents at the waist, giving the gown a sleek and stylish edge. King thrash was guiding void down the aisle as rock trolls awed at your outfit as satin and chenille high-fived eachother impressed by their work.

Poppy started to tear up and bawled on her seat as branch soothed his partner chuckling. You stood infront of the altar staring at Barb who smiled softly “Your beautiful” you two say in sync before giggling at eachother as the pastor spoke telling the basics as as always before motioning for babe to start with her vows as she gulped and spoke nervously “Well damn it’s just like when I propose to you I’m so nervous… I can’t even believe I’m saying it out loud cause I know I’m gonna be made fun of by my people” Barb said smirking as others laughed in the crowd

You smiled at her as she took out a piece of burnt paper “Don’t ask why it’s burnt… I may have threw an bitch fit” Barb said as you sighed “God damn to Barb” you said giggling as Barb spoke up once more “"In the darkest of times, you are the one who lights up my world. In the most joyous of moments, you are the one who makes it all the more sweet. My days would be bleak and desolate without you, and my world would lose all its meaning. You complete my heart, my soul, my life. Without you by my side, nothing makes sense. I vow to cherish your presence, hold you close to my heart and be there for you through thick and thin. Through every hardship, I promise never to leave your side." Barb said looking up to you before freaking out when seeing you looking up holding back tears “(Name-)” “I can’t cry cause my Massacra was 48 Dollars!” Barb giggled “How do straight people do this without crying?!” You complained as Barb agreed.

You sighed looking down at your own piece of paper with vows on it “Barbra… how do I even start this? Your so fucking chaotic” you started as Barb chuckled with others in the crowd “babe you zealous hard rocker at heart, who loves the members of her Tribe and our music but you also love me… when I first met you… you mostly shielded yourself with a rough exterior but you actually has a softer side that you mostly expresses around the kids in our Tribe but also with me” you whispered cupping Barbs face as Barb smiled softly “I promise to hold your hand when you need someone to walk with through the storm. I promise to share my food with you, give you good massages and laugh at your horrible stupid jokes that I love so much… I will listen when you tell me about how horrible your day was when you come home from work. I promise to you in my arms when you feel like your whole world is crashing down. I’ll make you see that there are a million reasons why you should stay with me… and why you should marry me and you did… Barb I can’t wait to have this new chapter in our lives” the pastor smiled handing you two your rings as you placed them on each others ring finger.

You both were wearing a skull ring with you having a red ruby and Barb having an (Gem of your choice) as hers the pastor soon spoke “You may now kiss the bride!” Barb may or may not have grabbed you by the waist dipping you to the floor and kissing you happily with an large smirk as others cheered while rock n roll trolls screamed doing the rock symbol with you and Barb doing the same while kissing each other happily.

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A show of the ages

Summary: Velvettes show has gone wrong and her adopted dad decided to help calm her down

THIS IS A PLATONIC PAIRING

“Fuck off Vox!” The youngest of the vees was throwing her usual tantrum when one of her shows wasn't going to plan, or at least the preparations before it. There was a problem. Velvette’s models were not to be seen. “Vox go find them!” 

“Velvette dear, you know what chasing bitches does for our reputation.” The TV inquired, “we have a reputation to keep. Find someone else. There's more demons here my love.” 

Velve, looking as if she was about to tear up, who knows if she was gonna cry at all, it wasn't typical of her to be teary eyed but through all the stress of the show it wouldn't be too crazy. She always manages to save her show whether that means making someone fix it or doing it herself. Right now it seems like she doesn't have a way for the show to go on. Her normally clean dressing room had clothes and props scattered about the floor in Pink haired demons onslaught and fit of rage.

“Listen my dear, I’m sure we can find someone. Perhaps we should tell your fans the truth. We could put out a contest to see who would be a new model, our ratings may go up.”

“Shut up Vox! Is everything about ratings and stuff to you?” The youngest, face turning red just as much as her hair started sputtering insults, “Help me for real or I’ll unplug your moth attracting life support you old ass ornery bitch!” Velvette while her tone was getting louder had Vox trying to calm her down.

“Velvette, calm down please we will find a way.” Vox was unsettlingly calm with his usual trademark grin plastered anywhere there was marketing.

“Vox I swear to god you are no help to you and your big dumb stupid tv head like you're supposed to be modern tech and you're old but no smarts and you're not wise. It's any wonder why anyone would even trust in our brands with a face not matching a personality or smarts like yours!” Velvette was going on about this forever even closing her eyes tight to make it seem as if she was serious.

“The time spent yelling and insulting me could be spent solving this little conundrum of yours, Velvy.” Velvette hated it when he called her by that name. Yea they had the father daughter bond of a blood family but that doesn't mean he could just call her by that name whenever he wants to.

“Don't call me that you fuckwad.” she muttered loudly enough for Vox to hear while giving him a death glare of the century. “If you're not going to help then you need to leave.”

“But Velve my dear I am. I heard your loud noises and thrashing and now… your mess on the floor. I am here to help you so just work with me here.” Velve huffed still eyes locked on the older of the two not moving an inch from her spot.

“Vox, leave. Now. NOW.” 

“Now, is that any way to speak to your dad, young lady?” Vox cocked an eyebrow with an ear to ear grin.

This set Velve off on a tangent, “you, of all people are not my dad. You couldnt even care for a fucking cat, a goldfish if you wanted to, what makes you think you take care of me? You’re old, ugly, not good for nothing piece of shit just some side piece of A-” in her incessant rambling you could see Vox with a sinister, almost mischief grin, he had a plan and was gonna put it to good use. Velve in her onslaught of insults stops mid sentence and simply drops to the ground in giggles.

“Vohohoox what are yohoho doingggg?” she whines trying to suppress her giggles like a river to a beaver dam.

“You are not behaving. Clearly I can't ground you but I can tickle you.” He walked up nice and close to her face to just mention what was happening, “you don't know this but I have little electric bolts that I can use to humble someone with mere giggly antics. You could call it a tickle ray, and we could sell it!” Vox was not excited about his new VoxTech idea but first he had to deal with the little lady who thinks she can disrespect her dad. “Shall I crank it up a notch?” 

“VohoHOHOX” of course she couldn't be belittled to begging so she just yelled at the modern man not that she did want it stop “NOHOHOHOHO OHO MY GOHOHOD!” her now ball of giggles was simply melted into a puddle of giggles as Vox kneeled down beside her.

“Maybe this will make you think twice before insulting me.. Velvy.” he snickered, dragging his pointy claw down from the forearm to the hollows to spider along Velves pit.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE PLEASE IM BEHEHGGING YOUHUHU.” 

“Awww is the little Velvy ticklish? Just a wittle sensitive? But y'know, if you don't want here I could always move to another spot.” Vox slowly trailed his finger down to her hips with her trying to squirm away from his tickly claw. Note that he's working with one hand, the rest is his tickle ray. Velve was clawing, grabbing at his hand but wasn't pushing it away.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP- AGH!” The little lady was surprised by the sudden squeeze on her most ticklish area. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE EITHERRR AHAHAHAH VOOHOHOHOHO PLEEHE!” She couldn't create full sentences quite at the moment as the TV head started using both his hands to squeeze her hips.

“You know, I haven't heard you ask me to stop or made any real effort to stop me.”

Velve was blushing like a maniac, her face red and hot from the embarrassment and laughing so much. “SHUHUT UP OHOLD MAHAN!” She was thrashing all over knowing full well she did enjoy it.

“But if you want me to stop all you have to do is apologise for insulting me.”

Through her laughter she spit out sentences mangled with words that sounded like she would never apologise even if part of it was her liking this attention and bond with her adopted dad you would never catch THE Velvette apologising. “VOHO- NOHOH- NEVEHRHRR PLEEAHAHHAHA.”

“Well then, I guess I have to keep going.” The taller figure liked the bonding like this as well. They both needed a let loose kind of activity to bond to and this was just it. Vox was enjoying tickling her just as much as Velvette was enjoying receiving it. Her smile was a genuine one, not one of forced due to the scene going on in front of them.

Eventually in the screaming laughter of the overlords Vox relented when it seemed as if she had enough and calmed down.

The TV smiling down at her, offered her a hand to help her up. Velvette, who was all giggly still from the ghost tickles, took the offer trying to stand. “By the way, the electricity might last a few extra minutes.” Vox mentioned with one last smirk on his face. “Now then my dear, why don't I be the model. I will even let you put make-up on me and dress me in pretty clothes if it makes you happy.” 

Velve with an honest and gently happy look for the first time, then had a look of astonishment, “really? Why didn't you mention that you old rag before doing that?” 

And with a soft demeanour Vox had replied looking at the littler one with much content, “you look like you could've used it you were too tense. You need to remember our reputation. I can't have you running around making us look like we lost control.” 

That night Vox put on his best performance in a dress to make his daughter a happy one.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

14: Bone Pun Number 69

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Papyrus.

Bless his soul.

As joyful and wholesome his aura immediately is…

He's tall and he's terrifying.

Just like Sans (perhaps arguably worse), Papyrus is a bone-ified skeleton straight down to the bone.

Oh, God. Nearly two hours with Sans has corrupted you so easily. Your humor usually involves verbally shit-posting, sex jokes, and saying the randomest shit just to see what happens. Wait, that’s technically shit-posting.

ANYWAY.

Papyrus is as tall as the damn door, and unlike Sans, his eye-sockets are a solid black with no hit of eye-lights. He is lot spookier than the Comic, and it breaks your heart that you feel this way about him because you love this (not so) little man.

You unwillingly tense up, “I…. Hello.”

Sans snorts. That was the exact same opening you gave him.

“GREETINGS, HU—AHEM! I MEAN, GREETINGS INDIVIDUAL OF WHO I DO NOT KNOW THE IMMEDIATE SPECIES OF.”

Okay, how are Sans and Papyrus doing that? You just feel it in your soul that Sans speaks in all lowercase, and while Papyrus is loud, he isn’t yelling. BUT YOU JUST KNOW HE’S SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS????

“WELL, DON’T STAND OUT HERE ALL DAY, WE HAVE AN INTRODUCTION TO DO.”

Papyrus reaches for you and first-you feel a strange tug at your soul. The taller skeleton puts his hands on the sides of your lower waist and you know what he’s about to do. Strangely, you don’t feel much in danger that he’d drop you. But you instinctively go to grab his gloved wrists when his hands are touching you.

It was as if your soul was being literally (not figuratively or metaphorically) lifted up as Papyrus thought it was a great idea to pick you up.

“Woah!”

[Whether it was because of your bigger body / Even though you were rather small / Despite that you’re sure you’re pretty average for your age], you think he’s using his magic to aid in lifting you up to ensure he doesn’t drop you no matter what. Probably because you knew Papyrus doesn’t do anything with malice, but you don’t panic as he just—takes you inside the house.

Sans, on the other hand, was nervous as fuck. He didn’t expect Papyrus to invade your space like that and fucking pick you up. He was so ready to intervene (either for your sake or his brother’s), but then you grab onto Papyrus’ wrists.

And that’s it.

You stare at his brother with wide eyes, and while you are tense, you’re not panicking or thrashing around. Just like in those fairy-tales he reads to his younger brother, Papyrus lifts you up easily and brings you inside (careful to make sure not to hit your head on the door frame) with a small, happy twirl. He sets you down on your feet in the middle of their living room, not letting you go until he’s absolutely certain you're on steady feet.

Sans sighs quietly in relief, closing the door behind himself to watch how this all unfolds. So far, so good.

Since you’re still holding onto Papyrus’ wrists, he does a quick maneuver to grab your hands and shake them both very eagerly.

“IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, HUMAN. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF,” The happy monster lets you go and poses heroically. Wait—How is his cape drifting in the wind without any wind? Is he using his magic? “I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, FUTURE MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD, AND UNPARALLELED SPAGHETTORE!”

Putting your hands together and holding them over your smile, you nod along to his words as all previous fear just melts away.

“I WOULD LIKE TO PERSONALLY AND WARMLY WELCOME YOU TO OUR HOME. MY OLDER BROTHER, SANS, HAS TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCE AND WHY YOU WILL BE LIVING WITH US FOR A WHILE. HOWEVER!!”

Papyrus puffs out his chest, putting his gloved hands (that look like… soft boxing glove?) on his hips. Pelvic bones? Whatever, hips.

“WORRY NOT. SANS AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A GREAT—AND SAFE—TIME HERE IN SNOWDIN!”

“Wow…” You slowly nod your head, “You… are so cool!!”

The tall skeleton sputters at your sincerity, his cheekbones gaining that red hue. Finally, his eye-lights appear to give him that puppy look you see in the game.

“WHA-YOU—REALLY?!”

“Yeah, of course!” This time, you take Papyrus’ hands and energetically shake them, “I really can’t thank you both enough for taking me in, especially since it might be a little risky for housing a human. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for helping me.”

“SANS,” Papyrus looks at his brother with a big (toothy) smile, “THE HUMAN… IS SO NICE!!”

Sans, who was watching from in front of the door, winks while shrugging his hands, “guess we really lucked out, huh?”

“My name is [Y/n], by the way,” You try not to take the comment personally, letting go of the younger brother’s hands, “It would be best to avoid calling me “the human.” We don’t want anyone finding out.”

“[Y/N], THEN? YES, THAT IS AN EXCELLENT NAME FOR YOU.”

”Thanks, I picked it out myself.”

You look into the camera with a knowing look.

“by the way, bro,” Sans decides now to properly join the conversation, “we should probably talk about some house rules over dinner. living with a new person is gonna take some getting used to, especially since it’s just been me ‘n you for the longest time.”

The other perks up, “YES, YOU ARE RIGHT, SANS. NOTHING BETTER TO DISCUSS A LONG-TERM SLEEPOVER THAN OVER SOME OF WELL-CRAFTED SPAGHETTI.”

Uh oh. You’ve only read about the legends, but to actually get the chance to eat some of Papyrus’ spaghetti? Let’s just say you’re lucky that it’s going to be made of magic/the same components of other monster food. Because these bitches most likely don’t have toilets either.

“WHY DON’T YOU SHOW THE HU-ERM, SHOW [Y/N] WERE THE WASHROOM IS WHILE I SERVE US ALL A PLATE?”

“you got it, bro.”

You lock eyes with the older skeleton, catching him as he jerks his head for you to follow him. You drape your shawl neatly over the couch’s arm rest as you pass by it. The house is bigger on the inside than you thought. Being inside, you realize that they don’t actually have much in here. You’re walking up the stairs behind Sans when he speaks to you in a very hushed voice.

“just a heads up, papyrus’ food is…” Sans grimaces, “slowly becoming more edible. i’ll do my best to help you out, but all i ask is that you just pretend it’s good, okay?”

You frown a bit, “Oh, uh…. Okay. But… why not tell him the truth?”

You both reach the second floor. On the left is Papyrus’ room. The door is decorated with a stop sign, fake police tape, a few red stickers, and a note that says the following.

“KEEP OUT OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE SUPREME SPAGHETTORE EXECUTIONER!!”

How cute! Down the right are actually three doors. The door on the  right wall was one you never saw in the game, so you can only assume it leads to the balcony. The second furthest with fire and dancing lights seeping underneath is Sans’, but the middle one is unfamiliar to you. It’s the same mahogany door as the other two. Instead of having the huge classic bone painting, it’s been reduced in size and hangs off a nail that’s been hammered into the door.

Is that the washroom??

Sans turns around to look at you with a weak smile, “after meeting him, can you really tell me that you can just say the truth to his face and break his heart?”

Well… Yes, actually. You 100% can. You’ve done it to Elliot and your brother’s before, and you can do it again. Yes, it can be hard because you don’t want to be the person who has to hurt their feelings, but…

You can’t lie to someone just to protect their feelings. It’s things like that that makes the other person even more fragile to criticism. Not only that, but when it comes to people you care about (Papyrus falls into that category already) you have too much respect for them to just lie to them.

But you really don’t want to start shit on your first day and make Sans hate you. Later though, when you and Papyrus are actually proper friends, you’ll tell him. You don't like straight up lying though since it can easily be used against you, so you suppose you can lie through omission instead.

For now, you just sigh, “I understand what you’re trying to say. Um, if that’s the case, how about we bring out that pie Toriel made? Maybe we can use it to cover up that we’re not eating his creepy pasta.”

Sans’s smile relaxes, “heh, yeah, good idea. go wash up first. i’ll have your suitcase downstairs by the couch. i don’t wanna go through your stuff.”

“Sounds good. Is…” You point to the furthest right room, “that a washroom?”

“close. middle door is the one. that one is my room.”

You start walking to the middle door, “Ooh, how ominous. Meet you downstairs, then.”

“yep.”

Their washroom is… messy in an organized way. Sticky notes plastered on the mirror with basic reminders such as: “brush your teeth” and “shave.”

???

Shave what??

There are two sides of the bathtub, too. One side has a shower rack with various shampoos, conditioners, body soaps, loofahs, and nearly all of it looks to be brand new.

The other side of the tub has a 13 in 1 bottle.

You fucking swear. If that one belongs to Sans-

You absolutely believe that Papyrus would use so many products though, but does he really need all of that? Slay, you guess. They don’t have ANY bar soap—both for their hands and for body wash. You guess it makes sense since it might get caught in their joints and be harder to wash out.

When you pump some of their hand soap, the scent of spaghetti wafts through the air.

…

You don’t know how to feel about that.

As you’re washing your hands, you take a moment to check your reflection. Wow, you’re a little messy but that’s to be expected after the journey it took to get here. Your hair is a bit out of place, there’s a smudge of dirt on your face, and there’s still some snow on your dress. Why hasn’t it melted yet? Is the snow magic, too?

You dry your hands and clean up in other places as well.Your face, your hair, your dress. You only spend a minute or so to clean up, leaving the bathroom and starting going back down stairs. Already you see your suitcase by the side of the couch. You wonder where the hell Sans was keeping it this whole time.

You get on both knees by your suitcase and set it down properly to open it. You smile seeing that your things look well kept and in place. The pie also looks well intact with the whip cream only slightly smudged from being inside the clear container. You put the pie on the small table with the Quantum Physics joke book and zip your case back up. You sigh and put your hands on your lap, thinking when would be the best time to call Toriel to let her know you made it safely.

You hear someone walk towards you, so you look up with a polite little smile.

“how’s the weather down there?” Sans asks.

“Colder than the devil’s taint-”

“pfft!”

“-thanks for asking, though.”

He clears his throat (somehow), “if you’re ready, then-”

“-Actually,” You stand up and straighten your dress, “do you mind if I step out for a minute? I gotta make a phone call to Toriel and let her know I’m alive and not missing a leg.”

“huh? sure, go ahead. if it tickles your funny bone, you can go to the balcony instead so you’re not seen by everyone in town.”

“Awesome,” You pick up the pie and hand it to him, “Here ya go, bone boy. One Butterscotch Cinnamon pie made by Toriel.”

His permanent smile grows when he takes it, “ah, i’ll never get tired of eating these.”

…Was that another slip up? Sans realizes this too immediately and tenses up. You’ll let it go this time, but why are you catching this guy slipping?

“Oh, you guys made one before?” You ask with a smile, “They’re surprisingly easy to make, so maybe we can bake another in the future.”

“y-yeah, definitely.” He clears his throat again and jerks his head towards the stairs, “you better get going. papyrus is really excited for you to try some spaghetti.”

“Right, right, right.”

Showing your own brand of Mercy, you quickly drop the topic and rush back up the stairs to get to the balcony. Sans sighs out all his built up tension when you’re out the door. That was way too close and the funny thing is? He’s 90% sure that you knew, but chose to stay quiet for his sake. Sans isn’t usually this sloppy he swears, but being that you are a new addition to his monotonous life, it’s only natural that he’s thrown off his game.

He looks down at the pie in his hands. Sans meant it though, he’ll never get tired of these pies. He knows they’re not easy to make though. In one of the few, rare timelines where the monsters are freed and Frisk doesn’t Reset in months, he helped Toriel bake a Butterscotch Cinnamon pie.

Safe to say, it was a fucking disaster that got him banned from the kitchen.

Sans tightens his grip on the pie ever so slightly.

You know something, don’t you?

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[johnwickb1tsch]

A Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine Part 6 by:

@treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @johnwickb1tsch and now featuring @tammykelly

Warnings: So many dead doves! Do not eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. You're in good company here. 😘 Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, dubcon, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘

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Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

Bradford keeps you cuffed to this chair for a whole lot longer than you can stand. You’ve tried getting out, but only succeeded in cutting steel into your wrists and ankles, leaving bloody raw rings that sting and throb.

You’re not a medical professional by any means, but you know it just can’t be a good thing that your fingers and toes are numb and stiff and bloodless. Of course, maybe that’s in part due to the temperature of this room - the room that he has left you in to rot. 

No, not rot, it’s too damn cold to decompose. Freezing. Like the dead of winter without snow. And all you have is this little ripped sundress to protect from it. 

Bradford left you here bolted to the floor after letting you know that when you were ready to give up information on Tex and John, you could just say so and it would end. 

You won’t. You won’t give that asshole the satisfaction. But, god, you’re cold, thirsty, listless, unable to flex your fingers without hot pain shooting up your arm. And really, you don’t know much about your boys, anyway, right? Except for what the inside of John’s house looks like and the brand of the sometimes too strong cologne Tex uses that makes your nose crinkle up and your toes curl. Little stuff. Would revealing that hurt them?

Of course it would. Of course these government parasites would latch onto every little detail and use it to smoke your boys out. You keep your mouth shut, your eyes on the table. You want to bawl, sob, scream, but make a solemn vow not to give Bradford anything except a blank glare. 

You don’t know how you actually manage to fall asleep like this, but a cold bucket water wakes you up,  screaming and thrashing, handcuffs cutting deeper into your flesh, blood in the water pooling at your feet. 

“Wakey, wakey,” Bradford tells you. “Time to go watch Tweedle Dee and Dumb die.” 

“Fuck you,” you try to say, but the chatter of your teeth and violent tremor of your muscles make it impossible to form coherent insults. 

Four of Bradicks goons manhandle you into the trunk of a car, and, honest, you do try and fight, kick and bite and scratch while they uncuff you from the chair only to string you back together again.

Before Bradford can close the trunk of the SUV, you look up at him and ask, “why?” 

He flicks damp hair off your mouth in an almost fond gesture. “You’re insufferable, anyone ever tell you that?”

You manage to find the gumption and roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, bigger and badder men than you, agent fuckwad.” 

He slams the trunk down, leaving you in the darkness. And whoever the driver of this car is does not go gently into this good night. They make sure you roll around and slam into seats and knobs and handles and acquire some nasty bruises.

The next time you see anything, it’s bathed in the white fire headlights of a car army. You feel the need to fold in on yourself, cover up the welts and bruises and wet, shredded, clinging dress. You didn’t even bother to put underwear on before you started rummaging through the kitchen, and now here you are half naked and shaking in front of a group of angry Russians with big guns.

A young man with a thick accent - you assume him to be the recent successor of the Nobokov Bratva - smiles and it sends ice through your blood. “Hank,” he calls, like he’s seeing an old friend. “How are you?” 

“Fuck off, Igor. Where are they? And before you go into some fucking Russian monologue about debts and consequences, know that we have a time limit here. I don’t come out in 3 minutes, the agency lights your boys up with c4.” 

Igor’s grin turns wider.

The body with the black hood over its face is one you intimately recognize. Your fears are only confirmed as the hood gets torn off and Tex’s bloody, bruised face is revealed. 

You make a desperate, croaking sound, and try to go to him, but Bradford pulls you back by the scruff of your neck. You’re pathetic. A pawn in a game. A speck of dust hiding in a corner that can’t even save itself from the vacuum. 

“His buddy gave him up,” Igor explains. “Turns out John Wick isn’t that tough when you pin him against a hundred men and his only ally.” 

Bradford nudges his gun into the air. “We had a deal, Igor. Both of them. And my wife.”

Igor clicks his tongue like he’s disappointed. It reminds you of John. You feel hot tears spring down cool cheeks. Tex. That fucking bastard. Of course he would sell John out. You should have expected it, but your heart still aches. 

You look at John, and he looks back, only able to keep one eye open because the other one is swollen shut. He winks at you, and even though the grin on his face is a weaker version of what it usually is, you know for a fact that this is not John Wick. Oh. Oh.

“Hank,” Igor continues, “do you really need Texas Johnson if you have John Wick? Baba Yaga? How many confirmed kills under his bloody belt? Oh, it must be in the thousands now, eh John?” Igor kicks Tex on the hip, making him grunt in pain. 

You glare at the bastard son, and he turns his wicked smile on you. “Ah, this one has fire, and I hear she likes being kidnapped. Maybe I’ll kidnap her for a while before I kill her.” 

Bradford gets a ding on his walkie. “Yeah?” 

Something about moving in and securing the target and cutting losses, and Bradford sighs. 

He pushes you forward, and you land on the wet gravel face first. “My wife, Igor.” 

“Oh, yeah, you know you really should have just called her yourself, Hank. These chicken shit assholes didn’t even go to the trouble of actually taking her. They used ai technology to clone her voice.” Igor chuckles. “Don’t worry, we all make mistakes.” 

“Fucking bastard,” Bradford - Hank - spits at Tex. 

You raise your head to look at him, see his handsome face maybe one more time, and Tex Johnson is scowling, seething, an animal that only gets angrier the more you beat it.

Just like how John’s rare smile unnerved you, Tex’s glare does the same.  You’re not sure how it happens. You’re not even sure you’re alive - not after fire tears through the sky and shakes the ground and busts your eardrums open. But Tex is not in handcuffs anymore, and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Gunshots, screaming. One minute you’re in the dirt - the middle of a war zone, and the next you’re cradled against something solid, broad and warm, watching the ground zip by.

You touch your saviors cheek, feel the rough blood caking his facial hair. If you’re dead, this is heaven. Because Tex has got you and you somehow know that he’ll die before ever letting you go again.

“Where’s John?” You ask.

“I missed you too, rattlesnake.”

Johnwickb1tsch:

You are hiding behind a boulder with Tex, his steady arm around your shoulders, holding you upright, if you’re being honest. Bradford’s unkind methods of keeping you immobile rendered your limbs into an unreliable fucking mess.

One last distance to cover, Tex claims, before you reach your getaway vehicle, and with any luck, freedom.

You hurt everywhere, and all you want is to go home.

“What was that, rattlesnake?”

You realize you accidentally said that part aloud, and you sigh, banging your head back against the rock. How insane is it, that your idea of home now is a soft bed with Tex and John wrapped around you?

You should be enemies.

You should be fighting this tooth and nail, trying to find your own escape that doesn’t involve Bradford, the Bratva, or your assassin Beaus.

But the fact is…you don’t want to, anymore.

The system that was supposed to protect innocents like you instead fucked you royally, exposing the true corrupt underbelly of the way the world actually works. You’re beginning to grasp that it’s all a construct to keep the little people like you in line. The elite need a complacent workforce, after all. And that makes you question everything else you’d ever thought was wrong, or right, or something in between.

Tex is looking at you intently, even through his swollen eye, a warmth in his gaze that makes your insides melt. Fuck it. You all might die today. Maybe you should tell him. “I said—”

A hail of bullets cuts you off, Tex shoving you down nearly into the ground. He returns fire with a pistol he picked up from a dead Russian, and you press your hands over your ears, already half deaf from all the explosions and gunfire. Apparently the FBI had descended on the Bratva in what they thought was an ambush, and John…John was killing everyone.

You’d seen a glimpse of it from a distance while Tex had been pulling you to safety. The absolutely savage beauty with which John killed. It was like watching a vicious deadly dance, the artful way that man could seemingly effortlessly unalive a group of armed and dangerous people was a sight to behold.  

“I know it’s you, Tex!” rises a hoarse voice from the darkness beyond.

“What’s it to ya, Bradford?” answers Tex, checking his clip to see how many shots remain. He frowns at the one bullet he has left, and he slides it home back into the gun with a menacing click. racking the slide to feed it.

“Slick trick you two played. Well done.”

“Thank you kindly!” Tex looks down at you, making a jerking-off motion with his hand and rolling his eyes. It makes you giggle quietly to yourself, winning that heart-stopping devil-may-care grin.

The fact that the two of you can joke at a time like this probably means you’re both half insane. You’re probably in shock, which is your excuse. You’re afraid Tex doesn’t have one.   

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go!” offers Bradford, winning an incredulous scowl and a shake of the head from Tex. The FBI agent sounds haggard. Desperate. Tex hopes he can take advantage of that. He peers around the boulder and squeezes off a single shot.

This is answered with a full-on barrage, and then the clicking of an empty gun. “Fuck,” you hear off in the distance.

“Stay here,” Tex mouths silently at you. You shake your head, clinging to him, desperate not to be left alone in this chaos. Gripping your chin none too gently, Tex kisses you hard, stealing your breath, and your senses. His hand possessively runs up your thigh, to your bare ass, squeezing you with his fingers maddeningly close to your center. With a devilish glitter in his eye he licks his fingers, whispering, “Keep that warm for me, darlin’.” He renders you into a befuddled little puddle of molten desire, then disappears into the night.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!

You hear more gunfire, then grunting, the sound of flesh striking flesh. You dare to peek out from your hiding place to see Tex and Bradford fighting with fists, grappling on the ground. Tex gets the upper hand, straddling the FBI agent. Between punches he snarls, “Did I—” punch “hear you,” punch “lay hands” punch “on my woman” punch “over the phone?” punch “you piece” punch “of pig-fucking shit?”

By the time Tex is done with him Bradford can’t give an intelligible answer, just groans with excruciating pain through broken teeth and bloodied lips.

Tex spits on him before standing, and delivers a kick to the man’s ribs for good measure. Bradford grunts again, coughing blood. You run out from behind the boulder on shaky legs, and Tex loops his arm over your shoulders again, pulling you in the direction of your escape route. You’re not sure who’s leaning on who more now.

You look back at Bradford one last time—and see he’s pointing a gun in your direction, specifically, at Tex’s broad back. “Tex!”

You don’t know why you do what you do. It just happens, and you are throwing your weight with what little strength you have left against Tex’s body. “Wha—”

It seems simultaneous. The report of Bradford’s last shot, and a searing pain in your side. It burns, and you whimper in Tex’s arms. He’s shouting something at you, maybe your name, or bawling you out for being stupid. Your ears are ringing, and you watch as though through a tunnel as John—dressed in a black western-style shirt a-la Tex—emerges from the shadows, and shoots Bradford in the head.

“What fucking part of keep her safe and I’ll do the rest did you not understand?” snarls John, going to his knees beside you, his laser-like stare fixed on your side.

“I was!” protests Tex, equally as worried as they examine you. “Goddammit, woman, why did you do that?”

“Shut up,” you manage weakly, winning yourself a grin despite everything.

John produces a black handkerchief, folding it and pressing it to your wound. It hurts. “Keep pressure on it. Time to go.”

They help you to your feet—but your legs aren’t really working. You almost fall again, but Tex hoists you in his arms. “I got you, honey. You’re ok.” You’re not sure who he’s trying to reassure more—you, or him. But you nestle your cheek against his collarbone, and your thought from earlier returns. Home.

Through heavy lids you are vaguely aware of the boys—your boys—loading you into some kind of 4x4 vehicle. As it starts with a mean grumble and you pull away with tires spinning in the dirt you pass out.

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Murmuring voices. A beeping machine. So annoying.

Hands on your side, pulling, prodding. You wish it would stop.

Voices speaking rapidly, not in English.

The bright flash of treetops and sunlight speeding past.

Palm trees. Blue skies. Birds singing.

Fingers sliding through your hair. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

Promises, promises, promises.

When at last you wake, you feel as though you’ve been dreaming for days.

Your vision focuses selectively. First, upon the sloping contours of a muscled bare back adorned with black ink. The chiseled cut of a bicep, and raven-dark waves of hair. Beyond that you see a gauzy curtain waving in the breeze, the shimmer of impossibly blue water just visible beyond. You hear waves, and the plaintive call of sea birds. You can smell salt on the breeze.

Oh. So you’re not dead. Isn’t that nice?

There is a furnace of a body behind you as well, a heavy hand upon the curve of your hip.

The warmth you feel, not just on your skin, but kindling in your heart…is a wonderful, damnable thing.

You lift your head a little, winning a grumble of protest from behind you.

Then you notice dark eyes shining from behind the curtain of that mop of hair on the pillow next to you. “Hello, beautiful.”

“John?” Your voice sounds like you swallowed a cup of borax, like you haven’t spoken in a week. You reach out to touch him, and find that even that makes your side ache.

“Next time,” advises your assassin boyfriend no 1, kissing your fingers, “Just let Tex take the bullet.”

“Hey,” grumbles Tex from behind you, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “That’s not nice.”  

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Sweetwolfcupcake:

Things are slow at first. You remember you were thirsty--parched, to be precise, you drank around a jugful of water and you remembered that everything ached. Especially your side. Left shoulder.

How lucky, you think cynically, could have been your spine cord.

Then, Tex gave you a pill, and you were awake enough to eat before you fell asleep again.

This time, you are more aware, more coherent, and surprisingly far more tolerant of the pain. Or maybe it is the painkiller in your system. Whatever, the pain is not a bitch on your shoulder, on your whole body anymore. The bed is soft, it seems like it's late and you are wide awake.

You are alone in the room, you notice. Although (surprisingly), it is a little bit disheartening, it helps you to think. Process things, finally after the storm is over and it has left a silence behind.

So, your life was pretty normal, and then you became an accidental witness to a crime, you were whisked away by the two assassins who were paid to kill you and somehow they decided that you are interesting enough to be kept alive and to be taken for themselves. You are practically dead for the world. They faked it. No one is coming to get you. The one person you thought was on the right side, turned out to be the villain in your story.

Now, coming to Bradford--- asshole showed his true face, the fuckling system failed you, your moral beliefs, your perspectives, everything has toppled down, turned into ashes and through this wasteland, emerge these two handsome assassins who eerily look exactly the same and harbour similar affections for you.

Also, you are falling in love with them.

With your brain in survival mode, you had not even properly registered the torture Bradford put you through, and the dangerous situation he pushed you into. Heck, you barely understood anything before pushing Tex away and taking a bullet for him.

You don't understand where you stand, where your relationship with them stands. But if they are willing to risk themselves to save you. It might just mean something.

You don't feel the tears streaming down your face, not until a few drops land on your hand. You are finally processing. And of course, you are at the brink of ugly crying.

If someone advised you to ugly cry a few days ago, you might have rather held things up within, bottled it all up, gulped it down and raised your chin instead.

But now, you think of it as the only way. You need to let it all out. Too much has happened. Too much has changed too soon. So you allow yourself to ugly cry, not counting the ticking of the clock, not heeding to your pain, not even hearing the door open with urgency.

"Hey, hey, hey--what's wrong, what's wrong?"

It isn't Tex's panicked voice that pulls you out of your deep dive into your own pit of loss, confusion, and misery, but rather his touch, his hands cupping your cheek.

Funny how a few weeks ago, you would rather take any possible escape route to slip through their clutches, and now you can recognize them by their mere touch.

Through the blur of your tears you can see his worried expression, especially his panicked eyes. You feel the bed dip beside you and fingers running through your hair.

"It's alright, let it out, let it all out."

John's voice is steady and soothing as he tries to comfort you. He is much better at deciphering and handling your situation, you assume.

"Does it hurt?" John asks, wiping away your tears. You look up to meet his concerned gaze. But there is something else in it-- something dark, sinister. "What did he do to you?"

You instantly know that he's speaking about Bradford. His thumb rubs against your sore wrist. So, he knows... Of course he knows. Your eyes flicker between your wrist and his eyes. His burning orbs that let you get a hint of why is he so feared in the underworld.

But you have no energy to elaborate any further, you have no energy to even reply. You just shake your head and look away. Lips still quivering, eyes wanting to be, ironically, anywhere but on them.

Tex mutters something under his breath that sounds more or less like a snarl, but you're too far gone to care. You feel John's fingers back on your hair, but you don't look his way. His touch is comforting, yes, but you can't bring yourself to acknowledge that.

Too bad because it is the softest Tex has sounded so far. Nothing is teasing or mean about him at the moment. You would have teased him for the panic in his voice, but you just can't bring yourself to care. It doesn't even occur to you to pass any comment.

Everything that has happened has finally dawned upon you, and you have at last acknowledged it. It's all too much, too bad, and you feel yourself spiraling. But deep down, you know. You somehow know that they won't let you fall into the abyss.

Tammykellly:

- a flashback-

You feel like you are one of the dead doves, forever frozen in a cage that is deafening loneliness and drug-like need for love. Love that’s gonna give you purpose to keep waking up. A visceral need to love and be loved. Love with a price tag of $2.5 million.

Sofa cushions bend under your weight, before you take a sip of your tea. You notice birds fly in the distance, across the dawn sky. You can’t remember the last time you woke up before the sunrise. But this sunrise feels cold and almost menacing. As hot water makes contact with your throat, your chest tightens, as you think of how those little creatures can fly anywhere they wish to, almost always together, in a flock. Your gaze shifts to the water, trickling across the porch outside the panoramic windows, and a tiny squirrel, running around the backyard, bringing food to its nest, before a cat comes to catch it. You feel a sigh, escaping your mouth.

You lean back, listening to the sound of silence. When you’re alone, the peaceful world inside the house is so otherworldly mundane in the sense that you’ve never known before. Your ears take in the distant sound of the washing machine in the laundry room, loaded up by one of the boys, who, you’re sure, are out and about by now. Your eyes notice the dim blueish hue of the living room, that’s connected to the kitchen and the terrace, the misty colour of which seems to have bent the glass, separating both worlds. Two worlds, divided by the bulletproof glass. One world - mocking you, the other - keeping you away from it.

You try not to notice a lump in your throat and burning sensation in your eyes. You don’t bother to wipe a tear, running down your cheek, before placing the cup on the designer coffee table. For you don’t think you should hold anything right now, when, in fact, you can’t hold anything in at all. Your arms wrap around your body, bringing you anything but warmth - a reminder that you’re alone, so utterly alone, no one will see you’re inside this glass house, built by your captors.

But what you don’t know is, the walls have eyes. The walls have ears. And shadows in between the walls hide secrets, spilt by the devils. One of which is watching you with his intense obsidian eyes just around the shadowy corner, letting you cry your heart out, for he knows some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Yet. He’ll make sure to be your comfort, but for now, he’s just an observer, for he guesses he’s the reason why your cries fill the space. John’s gaze takes in your broken, lonely shaking form, as you’re holding yourself in the middle of the sofa. A tiny smirk curls up the corners of his lips.

The code that is you turns out to be so easy to crack.

You wake up on the couch in the living room from the warmth that touches your skin. The cold blue of the early morning has been replaced by bright yellow midday sunlight. You hear clinking in the kitchen and steady steps towards you, as you stretch. A cup of hot tea appears in front of you, as if it’s been waiting for you to wake up to taste it. Your eyes lock with jet-black chocolate ones, warmth radiating off them, making you feel more cozy and relaxed than the soft cushions you’re sitting on and the scent of your tea.

You feel the sofa fabric dip beside you, a warm body now sitting next to you. John smiles at you: “Change of plans, princess, you’re spending the day with me”. You can’t help but return the gesture, before quickly touching your puffy cheeks and dried up tears. “Oh, what a delight”, - you sit in a way your body is facing his, “what’s Tex up to?” John watches you throw one arm on the back of the couch, taking it as a sign to slightly lean in closer.

He says: “You’re here with me and asking about him?” The warmth of the teacup plays on your fingers again, before it touches your lips that hold a reminiscent scent of toothpaste you’ve used in the morning: “Y’all are like two peas in a pot. One can’t go without the other”. John quirks an eyebrow, seeing you freeze, your mouth slightly open upon realisation. He darkly chuckles but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes: “Cowboy has really gotten to you, hasn’t he?” He can’t help but notice how adorably innocent your wide eyes gaze up at him, still in shock you’re picking up Tex’s manner of speaking.

John lets you place the cup back on the coffee table, and you feel his large hand around your wrist, pulling you closer. “Get over here. Now”, - he tells you, his muscular thighs now in between yours, the thin layer of your silky pyjama shorts doing absolutely nothing, apart from making you feel the harsh fabric of his jeans. He feels your arms loosely wrap around his neck, never breaking the eye contact, letting you study him however much you want, akin to a shark, showing its fins through the murky waters, before disappearing into the depths of the unknown.

And it works, for you’ve been caught by his mesmerising charm, as you notice how pretty he can be from up close, so serenely majestic, wrapped up in your arms, his energy never letting you fully escape him. You run your fingers through his raven hair, mixed with silver strands. You can’t help but feel stuck in the emanating jet-black radiance of his eyes, that you discover have many colours you haven’t seen before.

And that’s how you learn darkness has different shades and they all taste like John. You lean down to kiss him, which he reciprocates without missing a beat, bringing you closer to the whirlpool that might drown you one day. You play with each other’s power of will for a while before you have to pull away for air.

“You taste like oblivion”, - you whisper against his lips. “What does that mean?”, - he replies, a curious glint in his eyes and his lips eager to feel yours again before you let him relish your sweet flavour once more. You pull away slightly to look him in the eyes, watching him study you. You simply state: “It means there’s no way out”, watching a smile appear on his face again, as his hand travels to the back of your neck: “You’re going to be a good girl for us, right?” You don’t reply. For it’s not about the possibility of the fall anymore, but the depth of the crash.

Playful midday sunlight slowly grows into early evening specks of light, splashed across the living room that you’ve been in and out of. Your crying session in the early morning seems like a distant memory, replaced by conversations with John and slow afternoon sex.

Could this be a dream come true?

You can’t help but look over at John, feeling his magnetic gaze on you. Instead of feeling stiff like you often would under his intense dark eyes that emit power and control, you choose to embrace this new feeling of being seen. Moments turn into long seconds, passing through the slick of time in between the kisses.

“Baby”, - John calls you quietly. You hum in response to his lips against your neck. “I want you to fuck me”, - he tells you before looking up into your eyes, that strong threatening flavour of power and attraction catching you deeper in its web.

“Huh?” - you can only manage to get out of your mouth, that might hit the floor at this rate. Strands of hair fall across the man’s face, as he tilts his head, his hawk-like eyes testing the limits of your self-control. He doesn’t wait for you to continue: “Fuck me, before I change my mind”. You don’t even try to hide the possibilities flashing through your eyes from him, knowing exactly what he expects of you.

Behave, be a good girl. It’s all just a game.

You lean down to kiss him, before dragging your lips across the sensitive skin of his throat. “If that’s what you want, sir”, - you lick up to his jawline, before his palm finds its place on your cheek. “Is this what you want?” - he questions and you believe he sounds genuine. For the first time, he watches a playful and almost cunning sparkle appear in your irises. He doesn’t believe the sound of your voice when you tell him: “I want you to beg”, which makes him smirk. Your fingers inch closer to his pubic bone and nether, as you expectantly look at him, at last, giving him the taste of his own medicine.

“Please, fuck me, babygirl”, - John calmly asks, though swallowing, when you wrap your hand around him. Now it’s your turn to return the smirk. “You gotta do better than that, sir”, - you begin to pump him harder, watching his chest rise and fall a bit deeper, as he twitches against your skin when you swipe your thumb across the most sensitive part. It’s so satisfying, seeing a man like him cracking down because of you. A little rattlesnake pinned against a serpent.

“I need you to fuck me”, - his breath becomes a bit more shallow, “now. Please”. You line him up before starting to painstakingly slowly sink down on him, not breaking the eye contact that makes you both feel like the house of glass is about to burst into shards around you. “As you wish”, - you kiss him and bite his lower lip, seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, when you close the distance between your bodies in one move and feel his full length inside of you.

John’s hands grip your thighs, but you don’t move, his questioning eyes find your teasing ones. “I told you to beg”, - you whisper, “so be a good boy and fucking do as you’re told”. You add: “Sir”, for good measure. John’s fingers sink deeper into your skin, both of you knowing it’s gonna get bruised later, which makes you involuntarily clench around him, receiving a guttural hiss from him.

“I want you to fuck yourself on me so hard that the only thing you’ll remember is how to scream my name”, - John’s tongue collects the sweat, dripping down your chest, as you slowly move your hips, both of you feeling every part of the other’s body in the most delightfully hot sense possible. His hands guide you to increase your speed, which you cannot get ahold of controlling anymore. You feel John’s breath on your face: “And you’re gonna do, as you’re told, princess”, he sucks your lower lip and kisses you hard, which earns him a moan from your lips against his mouth. John looks up at you, his eyes filled with brooding darkness that holds a promise of a tsunami, something so primal you dare not to even attempt to overpower. “Yes, sir”, your shuddering breath barely escapes, before his lips hungrily find yours again and you feel yourself move against him, without his hands on your hips, as if your only purpose is to please him.

As the sound of sloppy kisses and moans fill the living room, you don’t care to pay attention to the way John takes in your sweaty form that he knows is desperate for him, while you pick up the pace, his hands placed loosely around your waist. His eyes lazily roll over your body, down to where your skin meets one another, his chest filling with pride and joy that he is the one making cracks appear all over the essence that is you and everything about you.

With every thrust and love bite, you feel yourself lose the control and further tangle in the triangle of devilish delusions, daunting dreams and dangerous desire. With every deep kiss from John, you let go of your position in the Devils’ game and succumb to the faceless decay, akin to a house of cards eaten to ashes by the flames of pretense and a masquerade of hopes. John’s arms pull you closer to his heated body in a possessive embrace, every fibre of his being titillated by the thought of you. For, as you and John cross the joint everlasting limit, you become the incandescence of a fire and the event horizon of all consuming oblivion.

- present -

You get off Tex, his arms still wrapped around your body, the AC blasting on both of you, as you watch the Seychelles sun grow closer to the horizon. Tex kisses you sweetly, making you smile against him: “What was that for?”, you lean back to take a long look at him. “Nothing”, - he replies cheekily, putting a loose strand of hair between your ear. “It’s never nothing with you”, - you chuckle, basking in sunset light, letting Tex stare at your magic after sex glow. You lay your gaze back on him, as he asks: “Is this how you see me?” You feel the warm sunlight lick your skin, as you put your silky dress back on, still careful around the almost completely healed bullet wound, still not used to seeing it on your body. You sit back down: “I don’t know, you tell me. We are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal”. You and Tex watch the ocean waves sparkle under the setting sun, cloudless sky turning more orange and pink with each passing moment of silence between you. You feel a small sigh leave your mouth, thinking about what happened months ago, hoping the sentimental softness for the two men would slip away from your heart with specks of dust.

The more you think about it, the more you begin to sense your blood flow through your veins, your cheeks painted with blush not just because of the sun and the sex.

First, months ago, there was a flood of tears and denial. Now, anger takes the stage, setting up the diverse uncanny possibilities for a deal with the Devil.

You clench your jawline and let it go before saying as softly as you can: “Hey, listen…uh…I gotta talk to you about something”, from the corner of your eye, you can vaguely make out Tex turn his head to face you, as you keep the ocean and palm trees in your direct view, “It’s been bothering me for quite a while and I know it might seem like a silly little thing to you, but it matters to me a lot”.

You finally look at him, choosing not to divide your attention on the way his eyes and skin beautifully glow under orange sunset lights. “Okay, lay it on me”, - Tex tells you in a soft voice, as you pace your breath, so as not to give into the temptation of letting him see right through you.

“It’s about the day I got kidnapped and shot”, you watch Tex stiffen.

“Why didn’t you give me something to cover myself up?” - you question, tilting your head, watching Tex’s eyebrow twitch.

“What are you talking about?”, you hear his deep voice.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you”, - you tighten your jawline again for a split second, “you saw I was literally butt ass naked and you didn’t even offer anything to cover it”. A shuddered breath from the man next to you enters your personal space, as he replies: “There wasn’t enough time”. You raise your brow: “But there was plenty of time to touch me, wasn’t there? You just didn’t care enough, did you?”

You calmly watch him search your eyes, though the smile you have put on reflects none of how you feel. For how you feel is far from letting his hand brush against yours. Your hand slips away onto your thigh, while Tex apologises: “Listen, I’m sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for what happened. All I could think about was saving you”. You stop yourself from clenching your fist, sending an unkind smirk his way.

“Oh, you want a cookie? Having to save me is nothing to be proud of. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place”, a cushion next to you dips, as the man shifts, while you continue: “and, Tex, I was so fucking scared I thought I was out of my mind”.

You poke his chest: “Admit it, you see me as nothing more or less than a plaything”.

Tex seizes the opportunity to snatch your hand, which, in turn, makes you flinch, as he smiles: “That’s not true. You’re my woman”, you shakily wiggle your hand out of his grasp, crossing your arms, chuckling, unamused: “Yeah…I heard when you were punching the life out of Brad”, your voice full of sarcasm and venom, “well, guess what, Tex Johnson, you don’t let dozens of blood thirsty men watch your woman’s private parts”.

Tex doesn’t reply, so you continue: “and it’s not even the fact that you didn’t offer your clothes to cover me that makes me mad”, you inhale slowly before looking into his eyes, illuminated by something more than sunlight. “It’s the fact that you further took away my dignity by touching me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable and hurt”, your voice raises slightly, your fingers digging into your skin, “and you took advantage of that. You just wanted to show off, didn’t you?”

Suddenly, you feel Tex’s hand on your throat, his breath on your lips, your heart pumping so fast you think it might jump out and spill into the waves of pain when you hear the man’s growl: “I’ve been so good to you for the past few months. We traveled everywhere you wanted”, he makes you lock your eyes on his fiery ones, “Why? Because I care about you”. His jawline dangerously plays under the skin, as he tells you lowly: “Be careful with your words now. Or you’ll pay for it”.

You quietly laugh, earning a look of confusion: “I already did, I fucking took a bullet for you”.

Tex watches your eyes narrow, as you smirk, the fire in your stomach adding fuel to the way you spit in his face, mirroring the growl of his own: “Do you really think a bird forgets how to fly once you lock it in a cage? The thing is, toys break. You don’t wanna see me at a breaking point, do you?”

You feel like you can breathe again, as Tex leans back, saying: “What are you talking about, y/n?”

You lean closer: “You don’t fucking know me, Tex. Neither of you do”, you let yourself drown in the couch cushions, for it’s Tex’s turn to laugh this time, his words and self-indulgent voice punching holes in your soul, as you try your hardest to stop the burning occur around your watery eyes. “We know everything about you. Your background, your family, who are all dead, you got no friends. We know your hopes and dreams, how you like your eggs and pancakes in the morning, how you like your tea in the evening and what you look like when you’re sound asleep. We know what helps you feel better when you’re on your period and how you look like when you’re falling apart because of our touch. Everything”.

You exhale sharply, as the cushion shifts under the weight of the man, when he gets closer: “Look, doll, I’m so sorry”, his voice so unbearably soft, sweet and apologetic you feel your stomach turn, “We are so sorry that it happened and we’ll have to live with that guilt forever. We’ll never let it happen, ever again”.

You slap his hand away, the boiling fire in the pit of your chest coming out sooner than you thought it would, as you scream: “Stop fucking saying that! I’m not your fucking doll!”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes and quickly wipe a fallen one, as you repeat in a low shaky breath: “You don’t know me”, before getting up in a swift motion and storming off, as Tex’s loud voice chases after you: “We never wanna lose you, Y/n!!”

Tex hears a click of the door lock, making him curse, feeling a strong presence behind his back, as it’s coming out of the shadows.

“Let her cool off. You know she doesn’t actually mean any of it”, - John sits down on the couch, handing Tex a beer bottle, which he opens with his bare hands, saying: “Yeah, didn’t sound like it. She started crying, for fuck’s sake”, his voice frustrated and almost sad. The men look ahead at the ocean and palm trees, engulfed in flames of sunset lights. John exhales: “She’ll come around”.

Behind the closed doors, you don’t even understand yourself anymore, for you can’t recognise any of the pieces of who you’re seeing in the mirror.

Point of break when you got nowhere to run looks different on everyone.

They want a plaything? They’ll get it. You’ll get them hanging by the strings. Before they decide to break your wings, completely.

You continue to study yourself in the mirror. Maybe that lucid knife play was a prophecy, disguised as a dream.

The mask of sanity has slipped.

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[glystenangel]

In a Minute! Pt. 2✨

CEO&Dom!Sukuna x Bratty&Afab!Reader (Modern AU)

tags/warning: 18+ MDNI, full on spice aka sex, sukuna in a suit, reader wears makeup and a dress, established relationship, one mention of spanking, pet names (variations of sweetheart), mad kuna daddy, overstim, multiple orgasms, praise & degradation, crying, one mention of being sukuna's puppy, mirror sex, slight pda but not rly, swears and a bit of dirty talk, d/s implied, ends fluffy

summary: you get your punishment and then some

pt. 1 & hcs

~2k words>

didn't beta this too much but thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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"Take off your fucking clothes."

Sukuna’s voice has a biting rasp, and you follow his instructions immediately.

You sit back against the edge of your vanity and slide the straps of your dress over your shoulders, knowing you’re heightening his annoyance the slower you go. Fortunately, Sukuna seems prepared for this charade, and he roughly takes your hands in his before turning you around to bend you over the table. Even though the cool silver of the mirror brushes the top of your head, you can’t bring yourself to look into it just yet. Your cheek gets pressed against the wooden surface, and you almost complain when he tuts out a disappointed string of grunts.

“You’re taking too long.” He says, and you shiver when he shoves the hem of your dress over your hips.

He pauses for a moment, and you bite your lip to keep from knowingly smirking. You hadn’t put on any underwear.

“Of course.” Sukuna mutters, gripping your thigh with venom on his tongue.

The metal slide of his pants zipper as it becomes undone has you trembling in anticipation.

“Why are you shaking? You wanted this.” Sukuna’s tone is snarky, and he frames your hips with his hands, hard enough to know that you’re going to bruise once he actually starts.

“I-”

“Don’t. That’s enough.” He silences you with just the inherent authority in his voice, and you feel his already hard cock hovering behind your thighs.

Just barely, you can feel the heat of his tip waiting to fill you up with every ounce of pleasure he’s got.

You also sense that he won’t move until you manage to stop speaking or squirming.

“Maybe you do listen. You ready to be a good for me now?” He muses, voice coated thick in appreciation.

You don’t respond, pressing your lips together in wait.

This is a test you need to pass.

Sukuna rolls his hips forward and back from your entrance, the shallow prodding and bumping by the tip of his cock making your stomach turn, “Still want to go slow? Is this what you wanted?”

You squeeze your eyelids shut, not daring to reciprocate the taunt with any word or premature buck of your hips.

Only silence buys you what you’ve been waiting for, even though every breath feels agonizing like this.

“Finally.” He drawls, pride latching to his tone, “Some fucking respect around here.”

Then Sukuna pushes himself in, without any further ceremony or remorse, and you gasp out at the heady pressure, “Just take it. And don’t forget to thank me, yeah?”

You release a strangled, throaty sound as he bottoms out, walls constricting around him and a sickeningly wet sound slurping at his cock as he pulls his hips back. You hear Sukuna’s groan travel down your body from the roll of your eyes to the curl of your toes.

“God,” The hiss he intakes is incredulous as he starts slamming into you faster, “Why do you have to push it every time?”

You whimper, back arching and bouncing on his cock with your hands hanging on the wood beneath your nails. Your pussy weeps around the girthy, merciless shape of his cock. Every ridge slides in and out of you with a decisive slap, and you twist yourself around his cock in an attempt to keep him from leaving. It doesn’t work, and Sukuna is so much stronger than you that he doesn’t even notice that you’re thrashing in his hold as he pushes your hips down. 

“If I didn’t want this stupid little pussy all the time, it wouldn’t work.” He rambles, agitation lining his words and the solid slap slap slap of his dick.

“Irresistible. Pisses me off.” 

At that, you let out a huff of air, tightening around him as much as possible to make his thrusts stutter for a moment and force him to tsk at your boldness.

“I’m giving you a damn compliment. Don’t be ungrateful.” He growls, more forceful rams stretching open your pussy in quick succession. 

“Doesn’t help that you need my cock so bad. Begging every single night, even after I’ve filled up your greedy cunt enough to put you to sleep. Pathetic.” He spits.

Your eyes become unfocused in a mess of tears, and you’re not sure if you’re clinging onto anything but his sharp, honeyed words and his pounding cock.

“You taking it like a good girl yet? You’re still whining.” The menacing reminder is coupled with a long drag of his tongue along your ear.

The rough texture dotting his tongue has your hips faltering, and your cum dribbles out of your foamy entrance like the drool slipping down your neck.

“There you go. There’s my girl.” Sukuna proudly coos, petting your head and ruffling your hair.

You accept the puppy treatment, and as a reward for your newfound docile nature, he jerks your head back to desperately mash your tongues together.

You drink him in, your bottom lip bitten sore before he begins moving again.

“Damn.” He pecks kisses down the nape of your neck and licks at your shoulder, “This is bad. Wanna keep fucking you.”

In the mirror, you can see him straighten his posture and cup your hips in his hands again, experimentally driving you up and down his rigid girth. 

“This is why I didn’t wanna start. But no- You don’t fucking listen.” He spanks your ass one more time before grasping your hair.

“Now look. Look at you.” Your tearstained face is gruffly hauled up to the mirror.

Your mascara is smudged to hell and lines of tears cut through the base of your makeup before pooling at the long ruined corners of your previously pristine lipstick.

The reflection shakes from the aggressive movement on the table, and it soon becomes fogged with your breath.

Sukuna won’t stop. 

Though truthfully you don’t want him to either.

He keeps gunning into your cunt, your cum sticky and echoing every satisfying slam of his hips.

“I’m gonna give you one minute to cum a couple more times. Then, you’re gonna stop being such a brat and let me take you to dinner. Got it?” His brows are furrowed in concentration, the sheens of sweat on his forehead and chest catching the subdued glow of your vanity.

You meet his eyes and nod, you understand perfectly. 

“Don’t look at me, look at yourself. This is what you did.” Sukuna glares, sinking the pads of his fingers into your stubborn flesh.

“I’m-” The syllable turns into a scream as you cum, your body wracked with shivers and heat, but Sukuna continues without pausing for a second. 

He always liked fucking his cum back into you.

Your legs buckle and give out beneath you, and Sukuna only drills in more eagerly from above you as you settle yourselves on the floor.

“Shit - Just one more. One more.” He promises, and you arch further around his dick like the good girl you swore you would be for him.

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One time turned into two times and then three, which gave him exactly enough time and distress to interrupt the middle of the company dinner with a brief speech, the shape of your lips just underneath his collar.

You had let him go on stage alone, walking to the dinner seats directed to you by the banquet hall’s servers.

When you sit at the table, it’s empty. You suppose it was probably reserved solely for you and Sukuna. He never felt the need to consult or converse with his board members at company events like this, no matter how close they were. It was more for everyone to enjoy as a treat, rather than for him to mingle or talk shop.

“Thank you.” You send a dazzling beam to the waiter who assisted you, which they return with a bow and a pleasantly surprised smile. 

Being polite and purposeful to his colleagues or waitstaff was always your forte, a continued good impression was essential to maintain appearances in front of Sukuna’s employees and shareholders. You just weren’t as polite with him, and he liked it that way.

It’s one of the many reasons why he loves and cares for you, because you understand how important his work is and involve yourself in it seamlessly.

Well, except for when you make him late.

But that probably doesn’t count.

After all, the speech he just gave was met with a standing ovation, and he had taken several portions of it to lovingly thank you and highlight his best employees.

However, when Sukuna comes back to the table set for the two of you, he still seems a bit stressed.

“Everything okay?” You place a hand on the broad square of his shoulder, concerned.

He looks at you with no humor in his stare.

“No, sweetness.” The endearment comes out as a sigh, though Sukuna hides it with an immediate lifting of the corners of his mouth.

He leans close, more of a bite than a whisper in your ear, “You should have been limping in here.”

The top of your cheeks heat, but Sukuna casually draws back and cuts into the steak you had ordered to the table for him.

“Eat. We’re getting the fuck out of here as soon as you’re done.” He glances at you, and a serene nod confirms you heard what he had said.

Despite that, you begin eating your dinner in small, slow bites. The wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens the more time passes, and barely contained rage rears its head whenever someone comes up to your table to exchange niceties that further hinder your progress.

After your plate is a couple bites from being clean, Sukuna takes a sip of his wine. The alcohol sugars his next few words, but not enough for you to disregard the need in them.

“Sweetness?”

You swallow, demurely dabbing your lips with a napkin and refusing to look at him, “Yes, Sukuna?”

“You’re done. We’re going home.”

Indifferent to his command, you sit back in your chair as he stands up and comes to your side.

“Sweetheart, please.” He groans, half-lidded eyes staring down at you.

“Please what?” You lean forward to finally meet his eyes, and Sukuna seems lost in the opportunity to kiss you.

The fist he had clasped to the back of your chair loosens, and he gently smooths his fingers down the sides of your neck, “Please…come home with me.”

The pink shell of his lips exhales the plea, and his scarlet gaze is soft and alluring. The lull of his voice captures you and fills you with a warmth few others know that he possesses. As much as he knew you liked certain harsh treatments, he also knew that you liked him just as much when he was kind and tender with you.

“I need you right now. Don’t you want to be good for me?” He quietly adds, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I know you can be. You’re always the best at it. One of the many reasons why I love you, my sweet girl.”

You bite your lip to keep from melting, but it doesn’t work in the slightest. Sukuna never allowed you to think that you were anything less than cherished.

You would listen to him forever.

The unsaid declaration seems to be communicated to Sukuna through the shine filling your eyes, and he reaches a calloused hand out in invitation.

The request makes your lips curl up in joy, even if you know you’ll pay for it later. 

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.”

The entirety of the banquet hall seems to quiet as you join Sukuna in standing, but you hardly feel any eyes on you two.

“You’re lucky we’re in public.” Sukuna shakes his head, but steadies your waist with his other hand after he pulls the chair back for you.

You place a fond, yet chaste kiss to his cheek, “I know. But…we won’t be for long.”

A roguish grin overtakes Sukuna’s face, “You drive me crazy.”

“I love you too.”

Although Sukuna hates being late, and you hate being rushed, somehow you always make it up to each other.

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End Notes:

i highkey lowkey forgot i was writing this after opening requests but here it is! :)

luv my conniving lil freak (sukuna) HAHA

[dollhouse-lied]

Play thing: a self indulgent y/n william afton oneshot cause why not

AFAB reader, reader is called a "good girl", porn with no plot, blood, implied kidnapping and implied murder

Enjoy my horniness :3

He laughed, the blood trickling from your restraints slowly driving him insane. The tears rolling down your cheeks were enough to get his head hazy thinking of every little thing he wanted to do to you, every animalistic urge he was going to release onto you, and you were gonna take it. You were going to take every little bit of it, because you are SUCH a good girl, arent you? Oh, and also you dont have a choice. That is a factor.

He watched you as you struggled against the twist ties tying you helplessly and spread out on the chair, totally engrossed in your suffering.

God, he loved it.

“Oh youre such a pretty little thing, arent you?” William mused, reaching for a knife by the set up, looking at the panic in your eyes as your muffled screams begged him to stop.

He smirked. “Oh calm down doll, its not going to kill you to bleed a little bit,” he coldly replied, digging the knife into your thigh. He bit his lip slightly and flushed as you thrashed, rubbing the wound with his thumb, tracing up your thighs.

“Such a pretty thing….. shame you wont last forever.” He coldly glared. “If i could, after we were done here i would keep you as my little pet, just using you anytime and any way i wanted,” he whispered, pants tightening at the fear in your eyes.

William laughed, a bleak laugh somewhere between a giggle and a yell, and sighed. “Look what youve done to me doll, im gonna have to take this out on you, arent i?”

He looked at your bare pussy, wet with the shameful truth, that you were painfully turned on by this psychopath. He knew this, he knew you knew this, and god he loved it. You watched as he undid his pants, his smirk making you sickeningly needy. You wanted to be his pet, and he wanted to ruin you.

“Oh doll your so needy aren't you?” He mocked, forcing your legs farther apart than they were before, causing you to cry out in pain at the stretch.

He groaned quietly at the noise, aligning himself with your dripping cunt.

He grabbed your throat as he quickly inserted himself, instantly fucking you with every bit of rage he had ever felt. Your eyes rolled back, a pathetic sign that he was right about you: you were a pathetic whore.

He groaned as your vision started to blacken at the edges from his grip on your throat, your stupid noises escaping you freely as you started to black out. He noticed and quickly released, slapping you across the face as you moaned.

“Youre not getting out that easy doll,” he moaned, grabbing your hips as you tightened around his length, shaking from being used so roughly. He thrusted savagely, hitting you across the face again just to hear you shout. He laughed, breath hitching as he swore under his breath.

“Youre going to take my cum, right princess?” He mocked. When you didnt nod, he punched you across the face. “Youre going to take it like a good slut, right?” He barked. This time, you nodded, painfully close yourself.

He smiled and dug his nails into your hips, releasing into you with a groan. He slowed down, pulling out soon after, leaving you whining upon being left empty.

He chuckled, wiping himself off. “What, you aren't satisfied?” He leaned over you, grabbing at your tied wrists. Inches from your face, you felt as his other hand started gently rubbing your clit in circles. You shuddered at the touch, moans dumbly escaping out your gagged mouth. You felt his breath on your face as you moaned, watching him watch how pathetic you were.

“All this for me, huh? Might as well keep you alive, id love to do this to you every fucking day, and youd like that, wouldn't you?” He changed his speed on your clit, now moving up and down painfully slowly.

You nodded as quickly as you could, begging for him to speed up. He knew this and kept at the slow pace, moving his hand from your wrists to your face. You flinched, but instead of hitting or choking you, he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “Your such a pathetic mutt,” he cooed, finally speeding up on your throbbing clit, causing you to shake at the desperately needed stimulation. You shouted out freely, bucking your hips, so fucking close…

And then he pulled away.

You whined in desperation, but all that warmth he had shown you had faded. He grabbed the knife from the table, but you were so lost in your own desperation that it didn't even register.

At least, not until the knife was in your chest.

[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Ten

Ohhhh the whump in this- there is quite a lot teehee. Enjoy me rising from my hybernation of 2 months!

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The chair let out a quiet groan as Cass readjusted himself in his seat, eyes staring plainly at the table which Martyn sat opposite him. They had stayed like this for a while. Not a single sound. Cass wasn't going to give Martyn  shit. He tried to keep his mind quiet. Keeping himself away from the situation away from his head. His team was going to look at him for what they should do next. But he didn't know. What they could do.

His eyes desperately scanned the room, searching for something- anything he could use as a weapon. Oh, who was he kidding?? They were doomed.

“So, tell me, Cass, why did you lot decide to come in and ruin my soiree?”

Cass clenched his jaw, his eyes still moving. He looked to the guard who stood at the door, rifle in hand held across his chest. Maybe if he caused a distraction he could snatch it and-

Cass yelped out as Martyn slammed his fist against the metal table, the loud sound echoing through the room, cutting crisp through his thoughts, “I asked a goddamn question. All your team has given me silence and I’m really getting tired of this, sweetheart.”

Cass grimaced at the name, shifting once more in his chair as he cautiously studied the man before him. The top half of hair that wasn’t buzzed was swept up neatly into a ponytail.

“Do you use gel in your hair?”

Martyn had to do a double take, his face slightly screwed up in confusion, “I beg your pardon?”

“Your hair, does it have gel in it?” 

“My- I- you what?”

“You said all you was getting was silence, I’m filling that silence.”

Martyn huffed out a sigh of disapproval, “It’s ‘were’, darling, ‘all you were getting’.”

Cass couldn't help but crack a smile, letting out a slight laugh, “I’m tied down to a fucking chair in a goddamn interrogation, I think my grammar is the last of my worries.”

Martyn held back a smile, readjusting his tie as he cleared his throat, “I like my things to be perfect-”

“Yeah yeah, hold up, I am not one of your.. things..” Cass spat in disgust. Martyn hummed in amusement, “Cute of you to think you can make decisions now. I’ve got you, Cass Brady.”

Cass tensed, “H-how- I-”

“I have my sources,” Martyn grinned, crossing his arms with a smirk, “Luckily, before you tried your pathetic attempt to save dear Niko, you gave my men and I just about enough time to go do some… research.”

Cass could feel his stomach drop to the ground. What the hell happened? All the years it had taken Cass to remove everyone's identity from any records so they were untraceable. Welp, apparently not.

“The Outlanders,” Martyn hummed, “A bit… whats the word…. Cliche, no?”

Cass set his jaw, glaring at the captor before him, “I was fifteen when I came up with it.”

“No need to get so defensive!” Martyn smirked, “It's quite cute actually.”

Cass’ fists clenched behind his chair, knotted in a rough rope as he felt anger bubble and burn in his chest, “What do you want?” He demanded.

“I want answers, Cass.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Cass spat, his eyes hardening, “I'm not telling you shit.”

Martyn folded his arms with a hum as he leaned back in his chair, “Oh really? Well, Mr Brady, I have something that just might change your mind.”

Cass’ blood turned cold as he saw the scene unravel before him. The door of the room opened and in walked a guard, dragging in a bloodied and bruised figure. Cass had to swallow down his own bile as he saw the face of the person, Cass.

“You see, in my research, I thought my men had made a mistake mistake with the matching last names- but as we dug deeper I knew a little,,, persuasion from your brother might do the trick!”

“D-d’nt te-tell hi-” Niko rasped, a mixture of blood and sweat dripping from his hair as his head hung low. He didn't have enough energy to lift it. God, if he had learnt one thing, it was that those guards were not as weak as they may seem.

“Let him go!” Casss roared, suddenly thrashing against the restraints.

“There we go, a bit of fire! Now, do tell me, why did you come uninvited to my party?”

“We-we honestly were just plus ones who-”

Cass was cut off by the gut wrenching sound of a fist colliding with skin. He watched in horror as his own brother collapsed to the ground with a cry.

Anger took over Cass, “Let him go.” His voice slightly shook but he didn't give a damn, he blinked furiously as he tried to hold back tears.

You know what you need to do in order to save him.”

“Bullshit!” Cass growled but that only drew another punch towards Niko. “I’m going to murder you, you son of a bitch!” Cass roared.

Martyn stalked closer in a few strides, snatching Cass by the jaw and yanking him so they were face to face, “Listen here you bitch-lipped son of a whore-” Cass flinched, his heart freezing in utter shock as he stared at Martyn- “Every single word that comes out of your mouth that isn't what I want, gets your brother one step further to his own fucking death.”

Cass stared up at Martyn in horror, his mouth slightly opened as his chest heaved with pants. What kind of leader was he- yelling and cursing? The first thing he told his gang was to never make things personal and always remain calm. God- god his brother, he had brought Niko into this goddamn life.

“I-”

Cass took a sharp inhale before letting the breath out, he watched as Martyn lifted a hand, getting the guard to halt.

“There was… a target at your party… a target that we- well… we’ve been looking for for a while now…” Martyn’s eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms, “And this…target, it doesn't happen to be me, no?”

Cass’s eyes blow wide, “No! No not at all! I don't even know who you are!”

A shiver ran up his spine as the room filled with Martyn’s chuckle filled the room- then it dropped to utter silence and his smile fell. In a matter of seconds a hand wrapped around his throat.

“Let me get something clear, Cassius, I really don't like liars. So if someone lies to my face-” His hand tightened and Cass swore he saw stars- “Somebody gets hurt.”

Cass tried to scream as he heard the cry of his brother. Martyn forced his head to look at his brother being beaten relentlessly. But he couldn't make a noise, he couldn't move, He couldn't save his brother. So what use was he to his own team? ---

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