#i could just hide away inside my shell

[milphosis]

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[ahlam910]

Please help❤️🙏

Hello everyone, I am Ahlam, 21 years old. My life before the war was simple, filled with ordinary dreams like any young woman my age. I envisioned a future full of the ability to help others. I lived with my family in a warm house full of love and security, thinking about how I could achieve my dreams and become an impactful person in society.

But suddenly, everything changed. The war swept through our city like a relentless storm. In a single night, my home became just a memory, and the city I once knew crumbled before my eyes. The sound of planes and shells became the only thing people could hear. We tried to find shelter, a safe place to hide our dreams and lives, but the war followed us wherever we went.

We were forced to leave everything behind—the house, the memories, and even the university. We became displaced, homeless, with no destination, just trying to survive. I walked with my family through unfamiliar roads, searching for a place to take us in, trying to escape danger, running from one explosion to the next, from one ruin to another.

The war didn't just destroy our city and homes, it destroyed our dreams. My dream of completing my studies became far out of reach, and every day, I feel hope slipping further away. But despite all this, something inside me refuses to give up. There is a desire to escape this reality and build a new life, a life worth living. I dream of continuing my education, I dream of standing on my own feet again and achieving the goal I was once striving for: to help others who have lived through the pain of war like me.

I ask for your help, humbly. I can't get out of these circumstances on my own. The donations you gather will help me travel to a safe place where I can continue my studies and start a new life away from war and fear. The amount I'm asking for is the key to a new life, to the dream of becoming strong again and one day helping my family and community.

Help me rebuild my life and become the person I dreamed of being. Every donation, no matter how small, is a step towards safety, a step towards a better future.

Thank you for reading my words. Many thanks and respect to you

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[snekdood]

why does it feel like...

ppl: believe victims!!

me: im a victim

ppl: actually u should be able to forgive and understand ur abuser and stop blaming them for being shitty bc they had a sad upbringing, actually, did u know,

as well as

ppl: yeah, fuck snake

someone else: yknow hes accused of being abusive too

ppl: omg yeah its probably 100% true and im not gonna question it further bc I hate him so much and i'm gonna act like its fine he was abused and my hatred and possible attempts to sabotage him is always justified in spite of doing abuser apologia earlier against him

[misstycloud]

Shapeshifter x fem.reader

“Please stop.” You whimpered, shaking like a leaf.

The creature crouched down to your level and whispered in a soothing voice- it didn’t have the desired effect, though. “Why? Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. There’s no need to be so frightened.”

“….just leave me alone..”

“No I can’t do that. I love you (Y/n). You’re everything to me. You don’t understand the depth of how much I need you.” He- it- pleaded.

You scoffed despite the inner turmoil. “Well, feelings not mutual.”

He sighed and shook his head slowly. “Why can’t you understand? I just love you so much.” He caressed your hands while staring straight into your eyes. It felt like he was unveiling your soul, like you couldn’t hide from that look, no matter what. “I,” he started, “can be whoever you want me to be. I can be whatever you wish.”

Suddenly, he started changing. It was like something was alive underneath his skin, that wanted to move and reshape the shell it was inside. Slowly, but surely, its features morphed into someone else.

This new shape was clearly tall, even when he was still couching. He looked a little rugged, wi the jet black hair and also at as equally dark grey eyes. He was muscular, too.

“Would this be better?” He asked in a deep voice, tilting his head in wonder. “Would you like someone like this- someone who can protect and care for you? Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to get into a bar fight to defend your honour.”

You looked away and shut your eyes.

“I see.” He said. “So this is not your type, then?”

Once more, you heard the familiar sound of flesh and bones. And against you better judgement, you glance his way again.

This time, he was not as muscular. In fact he was quite thin, but still tall. Messy brown hair shot in all directions, coverering his forehead, it almost shielded his face entirely from view.

“Or is this better?” He gave you a dorky smile. “A nerd? Someone who can relate to your interests and become just as engrossed in them as you. Wouldn’t that be nice? We could talk for hours about the things we like.”

You shook your head hastily. Rejecting his suggestion.

“Or maybe not.” He sighed.

The sound of flesh moving followed and you looked away, not wishing to see the peak of the gruesome transformation, before facing him again.

This new body was considerably shorter than the previous two. It was one of a mousy young man, appearing to be in the beginnings of adulthood.

“If you like being the one in control, I wouldn’t mind. I think this form would fit for that, you see. I’d be nice to be dominated by you. You wouldn’t have to hold back from anything, you could be completely in charge if that’s what you desire?”

You remained silent.

“I take that as a ‘no’, then.” He stopped for a few seconds, thinking, then the smile retuned. “Wait, I can’t believe I didn’t think this.”

Suddenly the young man disappeared and a woman took his place. She was gorgeous by all means. Her long blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. Her curvaceous form would have any person staring.

“I apologise. I should have asked if you would prefer a woman instead, my mistake. Now, finally, is this desireble?”

“I told you to stop. I don’t want any of this- I don’t want you. I don’t want to be near you. Leave me alone, please.” You cried in desperation. Hoping it would be able to push away the creature for good. But you knew it was a foolish dream for it to become bored with you.

The woman hushed you and took you into her arms. “Shhh, shhh, it will all be fine. No need to worry about anything. You’ll be good, I promise. I will take care of you.” She tried comforting you by patting your back like a mother consoling her crying child. “And don’t worry. It doesnt matter how long it’ll take, but I will find the right form eventually. You will just love it~.”

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[youryanderedaddy]

tw: gn reader, non - con, kidnapping (hinted)

He's awfully gentle - and perhaps that's what you hate about him the most. The way your tears reduce him to a shell of a man, the way he holds you tenderly, like glass about to shatter from the wind. The way he looks at you - like you're the only person in his small grey world that's made of moving, breathing flesh and fragile breakable bones and splash of incoherent colour all over your cheeks. The way his irises move with feral speed when the ring on your sharp, barking laugh fills the stuffy mold - infested air with life, and his heart all but throbs out of his chest when you push him away.

He holds you at night through the nightmares and the screams, refusing to let go as you fight with all your might to break free, but it's pointless. He knows you - he's studied you, every creek and curve, every dream and fright, every single thing that makes your being tick and purr and surrender. He speaks your language, despite your best efforts to remain hidden, to remain a mystery, he's managed to slice through the protective shield of your psyche, of your most intimate fears, and he's made himself at home in your arms.

It's odd - perverse even, you realize in rare moments of rationale, how used you are now to waking up with his warmth inside of you, nested neatly between your folds; whispering soft little nothings in your flushed ear. Keeping you at the realm between sweet dreams and bitter reality, making you question every fluttering touch, every butterfly kiss against your throat. You're not sure what's real anymore, hot, throbbing pressure pulsating in the middle of your core, the honey nectar dripping down your thighs, back arching in a pleasure - fueled spasm so erratic you're left breathless. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, followed by guilt - ridden shame in a ruthless cycle you have no hope of escaping anymore.

To think it used to be different all those months ago when he first took you in. You would scratch and bite, kicking at will - acting as crazy as possible in hopes he'd find you too difficult to keep. But alas, his gaze never hardened, lips mouthing words of adoration in respond to your countless insults.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you, y-you - you maniac!" You'd hiss through clenched teeth, sweat forming under your brows as your whole body stiffened before his naked figure hovering over you, strong muscled arms keeping you close to his chest in an awkward mockery of a hug.

"Shh, I know you're scared, my love." He'd caress your hair softly, running his fingers through your wet messy locks, cooing as if you're a cornered animal. "I know you're frightened, but I am not going to hurt you, precious. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. You don't know how long I've dreamt of embracing you." He'd press hot, feverish kisses down your collarbone, stroking your numb fingers until you eventually unclenched your fists. "Just like that, you're doing so good for me, angel, so fucking beatiful for me, just lay back and let me show how much I adore you."

You'd relax your hips slowly, keeping your eyes fixed to the ceiling - yielding to the inevitable, yet making a last pitiful attempt to hide the growing heat between your legs.

"You're so perfect, angel." He'd say, slowly undressing you. "I need to feel you against me. I hope you can forgive me one day - but here, before you, I am just a man. Without you my life would lose all meaning, I can't let you go. Forgive me. Love me, please."

And somehow deep within your heart, you wonder if you truly can.

[yorshie]

hi sweetheart!

how do you think the turtles would feel with a really petite reader? I mean, we are all small for them, but what if the reader is below average even by human standards like 5.0 f. t? will it bring something animalistic in them?

(I want to hear that reader will be carried on their hands 👏constantly👏 and treated like doll, I crave for that kind of comfort ty and sorry for my poor english 😭✋)

Whelp. I wanna start this by saying nonnie I’m so sorry, I plugged that height into a comparison generator with my head canons heights and I’m a little cursed by the image so someone else has to see it.

Like. Damn. I’d run from Donnie. Straight up yeeerrrrm like *thats a runner* probably run from raph too like. Yikes. Tiddie height to him is terrifying.

Literally everyone but Mikey is terrified that they’ll accidentally bump you and break something. They all get onto Mikey even more for swinging you around or grabbing you to toss up into the air.

Raph carries you anytime he can get away with it. In his mind, your legs are so short, they must get so tired, he’s really doing you a favor. Hope you don’t get too mad over being carried like the short stack you are, because he absolutely cannot get it through his thick skull that you would rather hurt your neck craning to look up at him than be carried

Leo so badly wants to teach you self defense, but he finds it so comical when you try to hit him while only coming up to his pec that he struggles to breathe. Yes he knows this is serious yes he’s trying but the poor turtle is also dying inside cut him some slack and maybe squish his cheeks when he dramatically leans over to talk to you.

Donnie sometimes feels like he should sit down when talking to you. He definitely has a spot in his lab that is your spot so he knows where you are at all times so he doesn’t accidentally hit you with his shell.

Cuddling them is super easy now at least. Normally they don’t even strain to lift someone but with you it’s more like they forget they’re holding you. They get hyper aware of where you are exactly in relation to them when it comes to turtle piles or relaxing no the couch though. It only took one almost squishing accident to bring them all on the same page of no rough housing when you’re around.

Mikey sometimes puts you on his shoulders while running around the lair, or scoops you up in his arms while doing parkour stunts just to get you to squeal in surprised delight/terror. It drives Leo up the wall.

They are all four hella protective, to the point that if you don’t catch on and tell them to stop, they’ll shadow you every time you head to/from the lair, if they can’t convince you to let one of them give you a lift.

If you told them you could “take care of yourself” I’m sorry but they are bro dudes they would straight up laugh like maybe Donnie would be self aware enough to try and hide it at first but if the other three break he’s gonna giggle too.

At the end of the day I just imagine it getting obnoxious like I’m pretty sure I’d kick them in the knees repeatedly, but as long as you like being treated like you’re fine china you’ll be heaven lol.

[jyoongim]

This is more of an idea (feel free to not respond btw)

But what if married reader gets knocked up with Alastors fawn and the husband divorced her once he realizes the baby isn’t his? You can bet your ass that the deer daddy is already trying to ensnare the reader in his grasp lol

Hehehe i have never written a Part 2 so fast !

Part 1

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“Oh my Satan dear! Look at you! Ya look like you’re bout to pop!” Rosie exclaimed when you walked in her shop.

’Pop’ was an understatement.

You were very near the end of your pregnancy and it had not been kind to you.

You never told your husband about the incident with Alastor.

Would he had even believed you?

Alastor was A LOT of things, but the two of you were friends…your husband would think call you insane….

Your eyes widened seeing the very cause of your discomfort.

Alastor.

You wanted to dash out the door, run back home and hide.

The red Overlord turned around, hearing Rosie’s voice, you froze seeing his eyes look you over, you instinctively placed a hand over your stomach when his lips stretched into a smile.

You heard Rosie excuse herself to go get some appetizers but you were too focused to acknowledge her.

You were alone.

With him.

You took a shaky breath as memories from several months ago flashed across your mind, but you shook your head lightly to discard those thoughts.

”My my look at you” he purred approaching until he towered over you, beaming like a Cheshire cat “You really do make a fine mother” his large hand caressed the swell of your belly, smile softening when he felt movement.

”j-just leave me be please” you whispered, wincing when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Alastor chuckled ”leave you be? Oh ma cherie no can do!” 

He bent his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice dropping to a whisper “especially since you’re about to give birth to my baby?”

You pushed him away, putting distance between the two of you. Your face was flushed, eyes narrowed “I am NOT having your baby! I am having my husband’s baby!” You defended.

But there was a sliver of doubt you always felt when it came to the little soul nestled within you.

Alastor’s smile never wavered “Hmm you sure? Because i remember vividly filling your cunt with my seed until it dripped down your legs” 

You froze.

”You took me so well I was positive you would be pregnant”

He took small steps towards you

”Did you tell your husband?” 

Your snarl fell at his words and he knew he had you.

”T-there’s n-nothing to tell” you said turning around, ready to leave. 

You didnt have to take this.

He hummed coming up behind you. “Nothing to tell?” He chuckled darkly as his lanky arms wrapped around you, cradling your swollen belly. He leaned his head on top of yours.

”Oooh darlin I’m hurt! You didnt tell your loving husband how you milked my cock? How I tasted the cunt that belonged to him? How I claimed you for myself? That I sent you home filled with my cum?”

You were shaking.

”How unfaithful you were? Could the poor man tell another man’s cum was inside you while he fucked you?”

He kissed your neck

”I can’t wait to meet our little fawn”

Your baby kicked causing him to smile.

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Pain.

Thats all you felt as you tried to breath through your contraction.

”You got this honey! You’re doing great” your husband soothed as you wailed.

”One more push maam the baby’s almost here” the nurse reassured you.

Almost? It felt like you been pushing forever

”I cant” you panted.

Everything burned.

Your husband dabbed at your sweaty forehead, pressing a kiss to it “You got this baby. C’mon just one more push and then it’ll all be over”

Your eyes clenched and with a scream you pushed.

”Aaahh!”

Relief and then the shrill cry of a baby.

The nurses cooed “Ooh a healthy boy!”

she cleaned up the baby and you sighed as you slumped against the bed.

Finally.

”Ok mama” you felt a small weight on your chest.

Soft noises had you look down and you felt your heart break and bloom.

Red tufts of hair curled on the babe’s head and he looked at you with big red eyes.

He looked like you; round cheeks and a cute nose.

He looked nothing like your husband.

And every bit like…

”what the fuck” you heard your husband say. You turned to him, eyes wide.

He was staring at the baby.

”I-Its n-not what you think dear j-just let me-”

”You fucked Alastor” he was frowning, standing up from the bed.

You shook your head, tears swelling

”N-no that’s…I didnt i swear”

”I am looking at his exact copy. The damn brat looks nothing like me!”

You couldnt move “Honey p-please”

The man backed away. He was angry.

The baby began to cry, you tried to rock the poor soul, but your attention was on your husband

”Honey-”

”I should have known” he hissed lowly, pacing.

”I should have known by the way he acted. How you flirted with each other! The fucking radio demon!? Tsk!”

He turned to look at you.

”I dont want some bitch who takes me for a fool. Hope it was worth it you fucking slut” he turned to walk out.

tears ran down your face, your heart was racing “W-What? Honey no it wasn’t like that..it-it was never-”

”I want a divorce. You are dead to me”

and like that he was gone.

You sat there stunned.

Your husband just…left.

He left you and he didn’t even let you explain, tell him how or why all this was happening.

The baby cooed and you looked down at him.

You wanted to be angry, you had every right to be, but looking at this sweet soul…he didnt deserve your anger.

You were a mother now. You would do your best to love your child.

Even if you had to do it alone.

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“What a fine mother you make indeed my dear”

He smiled watching the little fawn latch to your chest and stare back at him with vermillion eyes.

You hissed at him, earning a quirked brow “haven’t you done enough?”

Soft static buzzed through the air as the Overlord approached you. You took a step back, as he extended a hand to the babe and rubbed his chubby cheek.

Alastor ignored your question ”How are you feeling love?” He asked as the baby nuzzled into your neck.

How were you feeling?

You were divorced, a single mother, and living with Rosie.

Shunned.

All because of him.

”Like hell but I know you’re not here to ask about my well being”

Alastor ignored your jab.

”I do care for you darlin and its only right that I provide for you and our fawn”

You went to growl, threaten him to die, but your baby reached out to the red demon.

Alastor’s face light up and he grabbed the fawn, cooing and tickling the baby.

Your son squealed and giggled, trying to grab at his claws.

”Let’s make a deal dearest”

You straightened at his words. A deal with Alastor was dangerous.

But you were at rock bottom.

”What kind of deal?” You asked cautiously.

”Marry me. Marry me and you’ll have nothing to be worried about. You’ll be protected, cared for, and have anything you desire.”

The baby was gumming at his collar.

”Be mine”

You bit your lip. What did you have to loose?

You sighed, taking your son.

You looked at the tall demon, green magic swirling around him.

”Do we have a deal?” he extend his hand.

You looked at your baby and then back at Alastor.

”I hate you” you said taking his hand,

You winced as your hand burned and watched a gold ring appear on your finger.

Radio static buzzed and then a soft humming. Alastor purred, smiling, fixing his jacket.

“Oh my dear” His arm looped around your waist, bringing you close to him as he chuckled “Such a good girl”

“Now! I think I have the perfect place for us to raise our fawn”

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“Uggghh Al you got a little something…” Charlie said nervously as she watch Alastor sip his coffee.

The little red fawn was hanging on his antlers, happily gnawing at the appendages. Alastor looked up, smiling “Oh he’s fine”

”Alastor have you seen…” your voice floated into his ears as you entered the lobby, stopping when you saw your son among his father’s antlers.

Alastor let out a grunt as the baby pulled at his ears “Hes right here dear”

Your baby babbled as you approached, squealing when you plucked him from his father.

You scowled the Overlord, placing the baby on your hip.

”How many times have I told you not to just let him hang-”

”da-”

You froze.

“Da…da” your son babbled, squirming in your arms.

Charlie cooed and Alastor smirked as the fawn’s eyes welled with tears as he reached for his father. Alastor walked towards you, scooping the baby from you.

You pouted as the baby happily chirped, nuzzling in his father’s neck.

Alastor sneaked a soft kiss to your lips 

“See he’s fine”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, arms crossing.

”Oh smile my dear. Maybe the next one will say mama first” he laughed, eyes settling on your round belly.

”After all you’re a great mother”

[thew4nder3r]

PERCY JACKSON X DAUGHTER OF ZEUS READER CLIT PLAY PLZZZZ PLUS COCKWARMINGGGG

an! FIRST ASK EVER OMGGGGG! I'M KICKING MY FEET RN JIJI

sorry this took so long. I literally didn't open tumblr for like a week and then went "oh shit i have an ask" and began writing before forgetting about it for another week JAJAJA

| if you don't like it - don't bite it. stop bombing my damn inbox with complains. just scroll, dude. |

| if you see a typo...no u didn't |

"oh, gods. This is torture not even Tartarus could top."

Percy had you sitting on his lap, no way to escape because of his hands plastered firmly onto your hips. "Stop squirming." Percy grumbled against your neck, his hands squeezing your hips firmly and pushed you down further to your pussy further against his hips. His dick twitched inside you, causing a small squeak to come from your lips. Percy kept kissing and biting at your neck, your orange "Camp Half-Blood" shirt discarded onto the floor and your bra holding on (barely) by a single strap, the other hanging beside your shoulder, instead of over your collarbone like always.

You two were in the Poseidon cabin trying to stay quiet. Capture the flag was going on outside but you two "called in sick" to get out of it. Percy was fighting every urge in his damn body to not pound up into you and fuck you stupid like usual. "P-percy..." you whimpered into his ear, trying to coax him into at least letting you move and ride him but he shook his head. "No, no, darling. The people outside will hear you...considering how loud you get~" he teased and you could feel his smirk against your shoulder. You pouted, pushing him away to hide your blush. He caught your hands, grabbing you at the wrists with one of his hands while the other one went to between your legs, flicking meanly at your clip making you jump.

"What would Daddy Zeus think of this, hmm?" He whispered into your ear, his thumb pressing down onto your pearl and he laughed out breathily as he felt your walls clamp down onto him. You gripped his shoulders, little waves of pleasure trilling up your spine with every press of his thumb against your clit.

"P~ ahn- Percy..." He heard your little whimpers and he smirked, putting more pressure to feel your thighs shake on either side of his hips with your warm walls squeezing around him, almost pulling a moan from his throat.

You gripped his hair on the nape of his neck, trying to ground yourself a bit. Your stomach coiled and your hips began grinding almost absentmindedly against him. Percy felt it; the drag of your velvet walls brushing against cock. You half expected him to stop you, but he began to guide you into a steady pace with his hands on your hips. His thumb never stopped its pressure on your clit, the pressure making your hips jerk every once in a while. The coil in your stomach felt like bursting and he felt it in the shiver on your thighs and the way your walls would clamp down on him. "Not yet." He squeezed your hips, forcing your pace to falter and become slower. "Can't have you getting tired that fast, darling~." He whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

It was going to be a long night...

[mistywaves98]

REQUESTING A PART TWO FOR SIREN SCARA? U GOT ME ADDICTED I LOVE HIM HES SO PERFECT <3333

Maybe he can turn into a human on land? I wouldnt mind hiding him from some hunters just for him to find us in our room/boat later <3

I've so many asks begging for more siren! Scara lmao, but I can't blame any of you, he is perfect 🙏🏻🙏🏻

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Pet name is used twice ('little captain'), Brief fingering, Sub! Reader, Dom! Character!

That old hag of a sea witch was pretty sketchy, but at least he can traverse land freely now, is what Scaramouche thought to himself as he cautiously practiced walking for the first time on the shoreline. So this is how humans move about everyday? Scaramouche figured that being able to zip around beneath the waves was much more efficient, but he would have to get used to these legs for a while if he was hoping to meet you again.

Despite having a human lower half, that didn't change the fact he still retained most of his sirenic features. And of course that was bound to be a nuisance. And a nuisance it was as Scaramouche found himself being persued by a group of hunters who only saw him as a walking money bag. He barely managed to get away, ducking into a dark alley way as they ran straight past.

Coincidentally, the building also happened to be the same seaside inn he saw you staying at. Scaramouche glanced up and saw the an open window illuminated by the glow of a lantern that no doubt lead to your room.

The last thing you were expecting as you curled up on your bed, reading a book peacefully, was to see someone climbing through your window with a grin on his face which showcased rows of sharp teeth. It didn't take long for his identity to click in your mind though as your eyes widened, slowly placing down your book as you sat up, "Scaramouche...?"

His smiled seemed to widen at your recognition as he wasted no time in crawling onto your bed, hastily pinning you down with his body. He leaned down, licking the shell of your ear sensually as he whispered,"Yes, my little captain. It's me, surprised? I knew you'd be. I went through quite a bit of trouble to get you, so I don't suppose you'll let me reward myself a bit now, do you?" Scaramouche's eager hands fiddled with the hem of your pants, already hooking his fingers around the waistband to pull them down.

You blushed at his forwardness, still in slight shock that the siren who was supposed to be sea-bound was now pinning you to your bed and begging for your pussy. But you weren't complaining but the urge to tease him for his eagerness was too strong,"Oh— Not even a hello..? You know, it's pretty rude to just climb through one's windows without notice," Scaramouche chuckled at that, bringing up a hand to grab your face, nails digging into the soft skin as he spoke in a tone that contrasted his deathly grip,"Trying to tease me now, are you? It's all fun and games till I'm the one teasing you with the thought of cumming. Is that what you want? For me to edge you till you cry?"

Your answer didn't really matter to him, all his mind was focused on was getting to put his dick in your pussy. Before you could get another word out, he used his nails to slice away your pants and underwear, leaving them in shreds as your folds glistened in all their glory. His pupils narrowed at the sight, red splashing his cheeks as he looked up to meet your embarrassed face,"So you wanted to 'take it slow' while you're practically dripping for my cock. Ironic, isn't it?"

Scaramouche dragged his index along your slit, gathering your slick before bringing it up for you to see. The way he was taunting you about your own arousal made you bite your lip as you shifted uncomfortably, hands fisting the sheets. The siren revelled in your movement, it was like holding the little fish he would catch and eat for dinner, so wriggly and desperate.

Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, knuckle deep before pumping them in and out at a steady pace. You inhaled sharply, face heating up,"Scara—!" "Mm.. Yes, my little captain, say my name like that.." His fingers worked their way inside of you, occasionally doing scissor motions to try and loosen you up in preparation for taking his cock. When he decided that he'd done enough prep, he removed his fingers from your gaping hole, watching it clench around nothing as you attempted to protest.

A hand covered your mouth to silence you before you suddenly feel a stinging burn in your lower half as he penetrates you, bottoming out immediately. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, he'd never felt anything like it before. And he wants more, he wants to feel your walls convulse around him forever. Scaramouche holds your hip with one hand, the other moving from your mouth to push down on your chest as he thrusts into you, albeit a bit sloppy at first but eventually picking up a pace, going deep and hard.

Your breath struggles to stay even as you grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Each roll of his hips against yours sends you to heaven and back, the room filling with the sounds of your moans and skin on skin. Your orgasm is inevitable, and you let him know through gasps and cries for more,"Ahn...! C-cumming—! Nngh..—!" Scaramouche's grip on your hips tightened as he heard that, fins twitching with anticipation as he muttered huskily,"Do it. I wanna watch you come undone on my cock.."

He didn't need to repeat himself as you felt the knot in your stomach snap, cunt clenching around him one last time before coating the base of his length with a creamy white ring. The look of utter bliss on your face as you came made him come too, pace faltering as he buried his load inside of you. When his thrusts finally came to a stop, he let himself collapse on top of you, nuzzling the crook of your neck as he engulfed you with his arms.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out, preferring to just lay there with you as you both panted heavily, basking in the aftermath of your actions. Your body twitched, thighs trembling as you take a few minutes to process what just happened. His seed is still hot inside you, making your lower half feel warm,"That..that was amazing.." You managed to whisper, a low hum coming from him in response.

You felt a combination of his tongue licking and teeth nibbling a fold of skin on your neck, his face flushing as he tasted the salty tinge of your sweat,"Mhm...It's worth taking the risk to see you. I'll be doing that more often from now on.."

"So expect a lot of surprise visits from me. Maybe I'll even bother saying 'hi' this time.."

[lotussuns]

Just let me do this. G. Satoru

Warnings: shameless smut, penetrative sex, fingering, reader has a pussy, she/her pronouns used, cum play, dirty talk, mostly praise but some degradation as well, some religious undertones? i guess. Some dom/sub undertones

Word Count: 1,5k

Gojo loved playing with your pretty pussy. He loved the texture, the warm and wet feeling on his fingers, he loved the taste, the smell, everything. Most of all though, he loved doing it to satisfy his selfish needs - whether it be after a particularly rough session of fucking, or in the middle of watching a movie, he loved teasing you to the point of tears. He preferred you pliant, soft, needy. Just like you were acting now.

Your body was still shaking after an earth-shattering orgasm, you were trying to catch your breath while Gojo held up a glass of cold water for you.

“Here baby, drink.” He said while bringing it to your lips and soothingly stroking your back. “You did so well for me, baby. Made me feel so good.” He murmured into your damp hair that he brushed back.

You finished your glass in one go, pulling away from him and laying straight on your back to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Fuck did you love him, but Gojo was starting to drive you insane. The marks he left on your body would surely be spotted by your friends tomorrow at the planned get-together, and you’ve had enough of Suguru’s incessant teasing, especially when Satoru was around. Not to mention, you will be walking funny tomorrow if you let your sensible side get lost again and fuck Gojo first thing in the morning. But it was hard thinking clearly while he was on your side, it was as if the spell he cast on you all those years when you met didn’t fade away at all. Not that Gojo’s devotion to you didn’t grow exponentially either.

Your lover’s voice brought you back to earth again, and at first, you didn’t pay enough attention to know what he was saying which caused him to smirk boyishly.

“Did I fuck your brains out, princess? Seems like my dick rearranged your insides so hard I gave you a concussion.” He laughed while manhandling your body into his desired position. You meant to go pee actually, but now it was as good as impossible with how two strong arms circled round your torso and brought your back closer to his muscular chest. God, he was so hot.

“Shut up, don’t piss me off, Toru. I don’t have the energy to kick your ass.” You mumbled ignoring his obscene comments. In response, he started peppering your back with kisses, some small and innocent while others were wet and open-mouthed. That’s Gojo Satoru for you.

His hands started traveling further down your soft tummy, resting on your tights that were still littered with “proof of his uttermost love and devotion.” as he called it. You knew where this was heading immediately after he traced shapes down your soft body, and you didn’t have to wait long until his skilled fingers started playing with your sloppy cunt.

“Satoru.” You said breathlessly, partially hiding your face in the pillows.

In response, one of his hands steadily grabbed your squishy thigh and placed it on his body to give him more access to your needy cunt, securing it there with his hand. “What is it, baby? I just want to play for a little bit.” He whispered into your ear. “You’ll be a good girl and let me, right? You know how I love touching her, just a little bit, okay.” He kissed the shell of your ear.

“She needs to know who she belongs to.” He said before starting his ministrations

Gojo started playfully, not even wanting to get you off, with one finger slowly dipping between your lips. He could feel his warm cum that slowly started to seep back out, even after he fucked it inside you repeatedly. The feelings of your combined releases on his finger made his softened cock twitch and he bit his lip in order to stop the whine that threatened to fall from his lips. He continued tracing his cum soiled fingers up your pussy, mischievously nudging your swollen clit causing you to let out a small moan.

“Good girl.” He praised knowing you got weak in the knees at the pet name. “ I won’t torture you too much this time, I promise, doll.” He said in a hushed tone and you knew fully that he was lying. You could tell by the first letter he was shaping into your overstimulated cunt - G.

After he was satisfied with that, he dipped back into your filled hole and repeated the motion with O, while you were left clenching around nothing. It was incredibly intimate, being claimed that way, with his cum, his name, his touch. And he knew it got you going almost as much as him, he knew you loved it when he took you like this - gently yet with intention.

J was the letter you hated and loved the most. When you felt his skilled fingers slowly move up to your clit to perfectly place the dot on top of it, your whole body shuddered at the direct stimulation. He continued to press on the little nub, tracing small circles into it, not showing an ounce of care for your worn-out body. His movements speed up while he bit and sucked on your neck, losing himself in the feeling and grinding his half-hard cock between your asscheeks.

“Shh, just let it go, baby, let me claim this cunt like she’s begging me to do. She loves being treated like this, like my pretty cumdump.” He praised sweetly. His grip on your thigh tightened and his hips sped up slightly.

“Come on slut. Don’t make it repeat myself. Fucking cum.” He growled into your ear and slapped your clit once before continuing his abuse on your poor button. That was enough to have you gushing, pushing the rest of his cum out of your spent hole while you continued to clench around nothing. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, while your mouth opened slightly into the perfect O shape.

“F-fuck yesss. ” He groaned, biting his lip while looking at you. His cock shot out small droplets of cum, which surprised Gojo, he was expecting to be shooting blanks by now, with how much he came inside you just minutes prior.

“Yes, baby, yess. I’m so proud of you, knew your sensitive pussy would still handle this. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He babbled between kisses while slowing down his movements to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Look what you’re doing to me baby, driving me insane. I can never let go of you, fuck, I cannot live without this, without you by my side. Will kill anyone who ever tries to get between us.” He continued, that last part was a bit uncalled for but Gojo always spoke from his heart after a good nut.

Your blue-eyed prince repeated the movements of his fingers, for the umpteenth time, almost religiously in the way he seemed to worship your cunt like a priest handling the holiest of artifacts. When his fingers met your wet and pulsing entrance he audibly moaned and dipped his finger in to collect your wetness.

“Just one more, princess, one more.” He whispered while kissing you softly in appreciation that you were still letting him do this after your orgasm left you gasping, small tears running down your cheeks.

“Mhm, love you, Toru.” You babbled, so far into subspace not fully understanding what you were saying. Feeling lost in his touch.

He softly pumped his finger thrice for good measure, and finally traced his perfectly manicured finger into the last letter of his last name. He purposefully avoided your clit this time, satisfied with the outcome.

Well partially, he was thinking of eating your pussy out after writing his full name and making you go completely braindead, but he will save it for another time. He was rough on you before, making you finish on his cock so many times both he and you lost count. In his defense, it was impossible to do it any other way, he wanted to devour you whole, show you why he was the closest thing to a god a man could possibly be. He would give you the world if you asked nonchalantly about it, how could he control himself around you in any way? With a goddess like you by his side.

“I’m done now, sweetheart. Thank you so much.” He said as he gently moved you on the bed and kissed the valley between your breasts, his crystal eyes following every move of your chest to make sure you were okay. “Let’s get you cleaned up, you need to pee.” He stated before picking your limp body in his strong embrace.

You left a few kisses on his damp chest, loving the salty taste on your lips. “Yes, I would like that. I love you so much.” You mumbled with your eyes closed, still not fully out of your headspace, knowing he would take care of you like he always does.

[aklaustaleteller]

Some Invisible String

Ever since the news of Klaus' death reached her, Y/n's heart remained shattered as she happily accepted the sole purpose of her immortal life to be mourning her love. But then a looming shadow out of the Mystic Grill catches her attention and to whom is it that some invisible string had tied to her for centuries?

Warnings - a lot of grief in the beginning but it ends happily I swear! Word Count - 1.9k

And part two to 'Should've known' is here!! I don't know how the hell did I manage to involve the song Invisible String into this, but it's turned out to be quite cute in my opinion, so I hope you like it as well <3

Y/n lived on to live a life as merely a withered shell of who she used to be. That new vampire girl who had found solace in Klaus’s human arms and in art, the one who had just begun falling back in love with life was long gone, stripped off of Y/n as if she’d been skinned alive.

Doing anything sent a heartstopping wave of hurt rippling through her flesh and bones. When she breathed it felt like air burned her lungs and tried to strangle her heart, leaving her mouth as she'd wake up gasping for it to return back inside and finish the job. 

Tears pricked her eyes each night, her sniffles blocking out the air making her throat feel like it was being ripped out, her lungs and heart as if they were collapsing. That’d be, until she’d finally fall into that peaceful slumber in which she’d always return to lay in Klaus’ arms after being torutured by the grief that consumed her wholly.  

So wholly that her sole purpose for the immortal life ahead of her felt like it was to mourn and grieve her love. Something that she’d been willing to do just to preserve her love for him, for always and forever. 

But living in a world that took birth, grew old and then died, Y/n could go anywhere she wanted, anywhere but home to Klaus. She was left with no other option than to just flee before she could even mistakenly call a place her home. 

It had been three hundred years. Three hundred years of restless nights, lifeless days and a heartless blood thirst that had her leaving a trail of blood behind on her move. So many years spent hiding her face beneath cloak-hoods, running into other supernatural creatures who were immediately frightened by her post in the vampire chart, and running away from the stupidly careless killers who couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that were she to die, every single vampire would end up dead too. 

It was rare for her to lose her patience, but it happened nonetheless – on the nights that she wanted to be wanted, to be loved and to be held so desperately that she couldn’t bear sight of a beating heart that was caged in the warmth of another’s safe hands.

No matter where she went, she couldn’t forget about him. It had taken her a while to realise that she didn’t want to forget him,  but in the meantime that she hadn’t, she had turned away from everything else that she loved. From art, to history. Everything. 

She avoided all of her dark red dresses as they reminded her of him never once failing to tell her how much he loved the colour on her, so much so that he’d bring that colour to her face while he’d slowly slip the dress off of her. So gentle was his heart that he even loved the crimson red that would slip out of the corners of her mouth when she’d feed, either off of him or anyone else – the way he’d wipe it off for her, and kiss her on the very same lips made her heart race to the point that she felt like she might just die from his touch. 

On letting another hand graze her frame, she couldn’t help but stop it before things could escalate because her heart couldn’t let her mind to just let go for a little. Looks of disappointment and calls of slurs would be thrown at her by betrayed men, smirks or sympathetic looks passed to her by women who were witnesses to the assault.

Despite the cunning shards of her broken heart cutting her on the insides, she woke up every day and went outside to explore, just so that she could tell Klaus about it on starry nights, which were getting rarer and rarer in some places, Y/n had realised. 

Just like every other morning since the past fifty or so years, she woke up and got decent before leaving her house. This day, she was walking the streets of Mystic falls, a small town that might’ve been attracting a little too much trouble than it can handle. And it was always the teenage girl with two vampires brooding over her who seemed to be the main magnetic pull, taking everyone who loved her with her into the dark pit that she’d dug herself.

Strolling inside the Mystic Grill, Y/n looked around and her eyes quickly met with the raven-haired man’s, who waved at her like he was a Villain going around toying with people like his puppets. It made her chuckle but despite that, she walked over to him and sat on one of the bar stools beside him. 

“One Old fashioned please,” she told the bartender before turning to face him with a smile on her face. “So Damon, got another deal to make this morning?” She teased him, smirking once he was rolling his eyes. 

“You know me so well,” with a sarcastic smile, Damon downed the rest of his drink. “And yes, I have got one,” he admitted, still. 

Since she’d set foot in this town, the whiny group that consisted of him and his friends had been breathing down her neck, trying to strike a deal with her left right and centre as if she was going to say yes just out of pure annoyance. 

And they should’ve caught by now, the fact that she wasn’t one to lose patience over such lousy things but she didn’t mind the constant bother, it kept her busy and a little entertainer, dare she say. 

She would even sit with them in their boarding house and point out the unimaginably huge plot holes in their plans that led Damon to slam her into a wall with his hand around her neck. “You make one for her if you’re so clever, then,” he’d snarl and before he could let her go, she’d have smashed his face right into the wall she’d been pinned to. 

“How stupid do you have to be to make such mistakes is beyond me,” she’d sighed. “One of these days you’re going to get your heart bloody ripped out,” she almost advised him, narrowing her eyes when he rolled his, holding his head in pain. 

But still, because she’d crashed into people who were somewhat similar to her and didn’t need to hide from, she found herself wanting to stay a little longer, maybe she was finally going to let it rest and begin picking up the pieces of her broken heart. She doubted she was ever going to be able to put it back together, but at least she would have them picked up. 

“What is it?” She asked Damon, knowing that even he knew that it’d be rejected the moment he’d spill it.  

“We are going to kill Katherin…” Damon trailed off, not even meeting her eyes because despite the fact that he’d convinced everyone back at the house, he knew that this was nothing but a dire call for a mess out of stupidity. 

They sat in there for a while, Y/n pointing out mistakes and Damon glaring at her before fixing the hole and moving on. The time had quickly escaped them and as their conversation neared an end, a strong force of gravity began pulling her heart down into her stomach, knowing that the restless night was finally creeping up on her, all over again.

She hugged him quite awkwardly because of Damon’s disdain regarding touch, and walked behind him as they exited the place. The sun had begun setting, causing the anxiousness inside Y/n to begin eating away at her for the night. “I hope I won’t have to see you tomorrow, you exhaust my brain,” Y/n mumbled, fishing out her car keys. 

“Oh c’mon, you know my stupidity will kill me,” he repeated her words, making her roll her eyes with a grin forming on her face. Biding their goodbyes, Damon crossed the road to walk home while Y/n went to her right, towards her car. 

And it was then when she noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows, making her clutch her keys tighter. God, she truly wasn’t in the mood to kill today. 

“And you are?” She asked, still at the very distance that she’d stalled at, her vamp-instincts buzzing underneath her skin, preparing her to defend herself from a possible attack and to kill the darer. 

The man walked out of the shadows then, the streetlight shining down on him. He slowly raised his gaze but when it landed on her face, all arrogance and smugness dropped down from his face as he felt his breathing come to an abrupt stop.

Y/n knew she most likely had the same expression on her face as the man standing in front of her, and she began taking hindering and wobbly steps towards him. “Is that you, Nik?” She breathed, her whisper loud enough to be caught by his mystical hearing. 

When he didn’t move an inch, her hand frantically moved to place itself on his neck. “Niklaus?” She called louder this time, bringing him out of his trance as a sudden rush of air hit his lungs. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, his hand coming to hold hers and in whoosh they had their arms wrapped so tightly around each other that it was a surprise not a bone had cracked. Klaus’ body immediately came to rest as it remembered this feeling to be the very same as when Y/n used to hold him, back in the days. 

Klaus was really here and she was in his arms, and he was holding onto her with just as much desperation as she was.

She brought herself away from his neck, tears leaking out of her eyes as she scanned his face. “How?” Her question came out in a breath that Klaus immediately sucked in, pressing his lips to hers. 

Passion coursed through their bodies as Y/n’s body moulded itself around Klaus’ to grasp at every scrap of touch it could find. Her hands clutched the collars of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to herself while she pushed herself into him, her nose smushing against his cheek.

And Klaus’s shoulders were bunched up beside his neck as his hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still as his tongue clashed with hers, eager to claim back what's been his for a long time. 

To catch their breaths, they broke the kiss but Klaus made sure he was still holding her and he looked into her eyes when she rested her forehead against his’. 

“It was your blood,” Klaus smiled at her, watching something light up within her eyes on realisation.

“I’ve spent all these years looking for you,” he continued, pressing a quick kiss on her mouth. “It was as if there was some invisible string, tying me to you,” he looked at her so softly with tears reddening his eyes that Y/n couldn’t help but let slip a broken sob, her face wet with her own tears. 

“Isn’t it so pretty to think?” She asked him, voice barely above a whisper as her mouth brushed against his when she spoke. “That a single thread of gold tied me to you?”

[oleander-nin]

Hi can I please request yandere Rise Leo playing truth or dare with his darling ( if possible could reader be female if not that’s fine , I’m fine with g/n) (romantic please )

But more there play , more tense it gets Leo starts acting weird asking odd truth questions it was when the reader decided to go home in the rain , Leo suggested reader stay for the night , which the reader refuses at first , till Leo gaslight them, reader then agreed to stay

It was only when Leo fallen asleep , reader tries to sleep but felt on unease so reader tries to sneak out only for Leo to teleport them back , reader lies saying their gotta get home parents/guardian is worried , only for Leo to call out on their bluff

verbal prompt ; 1 Well that wasn’t very smart

.and 19

If you're going to lie to me, at least have the decency to look me in the eyes while you do it."

love to see what you come up with and if you wanna go for a really dark plot you can do 💗

🀄️anon

Please Just Stay

A/N, not important: Apologies, this is probably not what you had in mind, but I tried to follow your plot to the best of my ability while still giving myself room to breathe. Beta read by @astral--horrorshow. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Manipulation, Peer Pressure, kidnapping, yandere themes

Words: 3495

Summary: You've been planning this sleepover for forever, but now that's it's finally happening, you're not so sure you want to stay.

You could barely hear the rain from where you were in Leo’s room, the faint pitter patter against the pavement above you more of an itch in the back of your skull than something tangible. You keep your attention split between the movie playing and Leo’s face, continuously shoveling popcorn into your face while you wait for him to hurry up. The two of you had been cycling through different ways to pass the time for the past few hours; board games, video games, and most cheesy sleepover games had all been tried at some point in the night. You were currently on the classic game of Truth or Dare, mostly because it wasn’t too hard to play while staying inside Leo’s room.

“Truth or dare?” He finally asks, his chin resting on his knee and his other leg draped over the edge of the bed. The way his back and shell moved bemused you, the hard shell and plastron seeming more flexible than you had first thought upon meeting them.

“Dare,” Your muffled voice tries to answer through your full mouth, holding the back of your hand in front of your lips to keep the food contained inside. You take a few precious seconds more to swallow, hitting your chest twice to make sure it goes down. Leo watches you, his expression stuck between concern and amusement. You look up, a toothy grin flashing at your friend as you speak up again with a more clear, unblocked voice. “Dare. Give me your worst.”

“My worst?” Leo asks, raising his frontalis muscle in jest. You nod, still grinning eagerly at him. Leo sits up, cracking his knuckles in front of his chest with a mischievous glint in his eyes. A brief rush of nervousness and anticipation brushes through you, trying to not dread your decision. Leo finally meets your eyes again, looking pleased with himself. “Give me your phone.”

You snort slightly, although you don’t comply right away with his request. A part of you didn’t trust what he had planned, but you didn’t want to let your apprehension show. “Really? That’s your dare?”

“It is,” Leo insists, holding out his hand expectantly. “I won’t do anything with it, I swear.”

“Your dare is to give you my phone.” You repeat, blanking at him to hide your hesitation.

Leo lets out a small huff, his grin a bit more strained. His hand curls in twice, trying to coax you into handing him the device. Just that motion alone tempted you to tell him to pick something else. “Oh come on, you’re acting like you don’t trust me.”

You purse your lips, reluctantly handing over the small device. You didn’t like not having it near, especially when you were somewhere away. You trusted Leo and the others with your life, of course, but somehow losing your only means of contact made you feel… Vulnerable. Leo takes the phone easily, glancing at the lock screen as it flashes on when he takes it. It was April, Leo and his brothers, and you all together at the latest con, a picture Leo insisted everyone make their lock screen after taking it. You half expect him to go back on his word, to open your phone and start looking through it, but he doesn’t even touch the screen. Leo merely sets the phone on his dresser face down before turning back to you. You chew on your bottom lip, your fingers toying with the ends of your shorts slightly. Leo rolls his eyes again, looking at you impassively.

“Your turn,” He prompts, flashing you another grin. It’s your turn to roll your eyes, unimpressed with his easygoing behavior.

“Truth or dare?” You ask, your voice picking up a more bored and aloof tone. Your change didn’t seem to bother him as he pretended to think hard about the question, his face scrunching up in thought. The odd expressions he was going through were enough to make you start to laugh, causing him to laugh with you.

“Dare,” He parrots, looking smug as he tries to mimic your voice and tone. “Give me your worst.”

You shake your head as he copies your words, kicking his leg slightly in retaliation. Leo, ever the dramatic, holds his leg tightly and scrunches his face up tight like he was in pain. You snort at the mutant’s theatrics, smiling brightly as you look him over. “Mikey made cupcakes tonight, right?”

Leo pauses his wounded display, straightening up slightly as he looks at you curiously. “Yeah, why?”

“Dare you to go get me some,” You say brightly, flashing him a large smile as you nudge his leg again. Leo huffs, unimpressed with your request. He slumps over slightly, resting his hands in his lap.

“That’s a lame dare,” He claims, picking at a loose string on his pajama pants. You shrug, unbothered by his words.

“So was yours.”

Leo seems to concede at this, standing up with a loud sigh. You suppress a laugh as you watch him leave to room to acquire your cupcakes, returning shortly and handing you one of the brightly frosted confections. You eye the identical one in his one hand as he practically shoves the entire cupcake into his face, feigning disgust at the mess of frosting now stuck to his face. Turning back to your own cupcake, you unwrap the cupcake holder from the sweet treat and start prying the bottom half off. You set it atop the frosting and squish it down, treating it like a sandwich.

“So,” Leo starts, wiping frosting from his face with the back of his hand while you continue to nibble at yours. “Truth or dare?”

You swallow the bite of cake and frosting in your mouth as you think it over, weighing the pros and cons. “Truth.”

“Coward,” He teases, with no bite to his words. “Who’s the last person you texted?”

You hum in thought, shoving the last of your cupcake and starting to chew. “Probably either you or a friend from school. Can’t remember, since someone took my phone.”

Leo snorts, shoving your shoulder lightly. “You kept checking it! This is the first sleepover we’ve had in weeks, is it so wrong I want your attention on me instead of whatever you were doing?”

“I was checking my email! You know I’ve been applying to scholarships and colleges!”

“Can that not wait until later?” Leo points out, annoyance flashing over his face. You frown, carefully folding the cupcake wrapper into squares as you try to think of how to answer. Technically he was right. You really could wait until tomorrow, especially since you’d be leaving by the end of the year for college anyways. You should be making the most of your time with him.

“Fine,” You mumble. “Please accept my humble apology.”

Leo nods, leaning back so his shell was against the ‘headboard’ of his bed, which in actuality was just the railing for the old train seating. “Truth or dare?” You ask, crumpling up the small square you made of the cupcake wrapper before trying to throw it across the room into his small trash can. You fail miserably, watching painfully as it soars about a foot past your target.

“Dare,” Leo answers, clearly trying not to laugh at you for your failure of a throw. You lightly kick him in retaliation, huffing softly.

“Dare you to go properly throw it away for me.”

“Are you just going to use this game to use me as a servant?” He complains loudly, getting up to do your bidding either way.

“Truth or dare?” He asks again as he throws away the wrapper. Properly, this time.

“Truth.”

"You're no fun," He complains loudly as he plops back down on the bed, pushing his feet into your lap just to be annoying. You roll your eyes, shoving his feet back onto the bed. "Why do you want to go off to college so bad?"

You blank slightly at the question, confused. Why wouldn't you want to go off to college? Especially since the career you were vying for required a bachelors at the least. And, whether it was unlucky or lucky, you being a first generation college applicant as well as your family making well below the national average opened you up to a lot of government grants. It was far from anything considered affordable, but you were confident you'd be able to pay off any loans you needed to take out by your thirties. Your parents had done everything in their power to help you get this far, and you'd be dead before you squandered it.

"Just, what I want to do." You say simply, shrugging. That was really all there was to it in the end after all. It was what you wanted in life, how you wanted your story to go. Get a job, pay back your parents, help them retire. It felt right.

"But you'd most likely be leaving," Leo argues, annoyed. You falter at that, feeling slightly bad. He did have a point after all. While you of course applied to every local university, the one you had your heart set on was a couple states away. Which meant leaving the turtles, and your family, behind.

"We don't know that yet," You point out, rubbing your wrists. You hated when Leo brought this up.

Leo just frowns, clearly not agreeing with your answer. He crosses his arms, tapping his fingers above his elbows. "We both know you're not planning on staying."

"Can we *not* talk about this right now? Please?" You practically beg, feeling incredibly uncomfortable as he starts to get more accusatory.

"No, I want to know why you want to leave so badly." Leo demands, frowning. You panic slightly, hating this conversation and not knowing what to say. Of course you weren't trying to abandon them, or to run away. You'd be back in four years. You just needed this opportunity to advance your life, and you didn't know how to explain that to him.

“I think my guardians called me,” You blurt out before you can really think about what you just said, having mostly wanted to just end the conversation. You wanted to go home, your heart pounding and palms sweaty. You couldn't deal with him right now, his accusations and arguments making up upset. You school your face into a blank look, ignoring the surprised and slightly annoyed look Leo held. You knew you screwed up. Leo had your phone still and not a peep had come from it since he first put it there.

“Did they now,” He grumbles, rolling his eyes as he reaches for your phone that still sat on his bedside table. “I didn’t even hear it ring.”

You purse your lips as he lifts the phone and taps the screen, briefly glancing at the notifications popping up. Satisfied with his check, he puts the phone back down. “You know,” He starts with a frown, his eyes conveying a deep hurt that makes your stomach churn with guilt. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings, to have to bail on the sleepover you’ve both had planned for weeks, but you couldn’t ignore the gut feeling that was radiating through your body. “If you're going to lie to me, at least try to have the decency to make it believable. I don’t know why you’re trying to get out of this so bad, but it can’t be that bad being here with me. Right?"

Leo’s words make you falter slightly, the guilt starting to deafen the warning signs blaring in the back of your head. You couldn’t help but agree with him slightly, faltering in your own resolve to go home. Even you weren’t entirely sure why you wanted to leave so badly. Leo hadn’t technically done anything, after all. He was probably only worried about you, after all. College is a big deal, and you'd be all alone for so long. It was natural to be upset about this.

"I'm not trying to leave you guys," You say softly, rubbing at your wrists again. His upset stare was making you feel bad, guilt building in your chest. He doesn't respond yet, still staring blankly as he waits for you to continue. You take in a deep breath, frowning. "You know the college I want has the best program for what I want. I'm sorry it's so far, but it's not like I'll be gone forever. I'll be able to visit when school's out and in four years I'll have a steady job and my own apartment."

Leo just grumbles, looking away. "I still don't want you to leave."

You sit there awkwardly for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. You were done with this conversation, done with having to justify your dreams to him. He wasn't going to make you change your mind.

"Maybe we should head to bed," You mutter, starting to drop off the bed and onto your sleeping bag you had set on the floor. "It's getting late."

Leo opens his mouth to say something, but closes it soon after. He didn't look happy you were dropping the conversation, but he didn't argue. "Yeah, we should." He finally concedes, picking up his phone to plug it in before doing the same to yours.  You sigh in relief as he doesn’t push it farther, settling down into your makeshift bed to sleep. You still felt a bit uneasy, and a part of you really didn’t want to stay. You knew Leo had the tendency to blow things out of proportion, and he’d likely bring it up again tomorrow. Probably in front of everyone else too.

With that thought swirling around your head, you made the decision to leave. Not now, of course. It’d raise suspicion and hurt feelings. But once Leo was fast asleep, it would be easy enough to sneak out and send a quick lie of a text about a family emergency. Sure, he’d probably see through it, but it was easy enough to bring over a couple pizzas next time you see him as compensation.

It only took around an hour for Leo to finally fall into a deep enough sleep for you to justify getting up. You slip out of the sleeping bag as quietly as possible, carefully folding it up enough to shove back under his bed. You set the pillow down at his feet, navigating the dark room carefully to get to his dresser and retrieve your phone. Figuring leaving the rest of your stuff there would help sell your story, and since it wasn’t like you couldn’t get it later anyways, you decide to leave your bag of spare clothes in his room. Might as well add to the collection of belongings that live at their place.

You carefully step out, wincing as the door gets stuck on its sliding track. The last thing you wanted to do was wake him, especially since being caught now would just be embarrassing. You ease the door forwards, flinching slightly at its loud screech before it’s able to slide again. You look up towards Leo, your eyes carefully scanning his sleeping form to make sure he hadn’t woken. Satisfied, you close the door the rest of the way and make your way out.

It had been a while since you’d walked through the dark of the sewers, your meager phone light barely casting enough to see more than a foot in front of you. You grimace at the smell, your shirt pulled up over your nose as you try to ignore the growing dread in your bones. Despite how often you’ve traveled down these tunnels, you never could shake the eerie feeling they brought at night.

As you finally reach a ladder to the surface, you turn off your light and put your phone into your pocket. You weren’t sure how well you could leave, considering Leo and his brothers insisted on moving the covers for you whenever you came or went. You’d heard word of them being heavy, but figured they couldn’t be that bad.

Climbing blindly up the ladder, you keep one hand above you as a brace to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally smash your head against the iron cover. The rain steadily got louder as you climbed, causing you to groan inwardly. You were not looking forward to being soaked on the walk home, and you could already feel drops falling on your head as you climbed. As you reach the top, you carefully wrap an arm around the topmost rung to keep yourself from falling as you try to push the cover up and off. Surprised by the lack of give, you try again at a different angle, shifting your feet to give yourself as much leverage as possible.

As it continues to hold firm, you start to push desperately at the edges of the cover, leveraging against the solid iron with your shoulder. You could hear the rain louder now, small bouts of water dribbling down and running down your back and arms. It gathered in your hands, making your already sweaty palms even more slick against the rusted metal ladders. You try your best to keep your balance, not wanting to lose your grip and fall the approximately fifteen down. Your heart pounded in your ears, the uncomfortable feeling in your gut still as persistent as it was earlier in the night. You couldn’t help but feel watched, vulnerable even. You hated this, and the heavy manhole lid that refused to budge was not helping in the slightest. You just wanted to leave, to go home and lay in your own bed for the night. It would be embarrassing to go back now, even if you weren’t found out. Just knowing you couldn’t leave on your own was enough of a blow to your pride.

“You’re not going to be able to lift it,” A voice calls as the area around you starts to glow a soft blue, making you jump. You freeze where you are, recognizing the voice immediately and light source immediately. You sigh, turning slightly to look at Leo with a sheepish look on your face. Leo’s face was clearly unhappy, his eyes crinkled into a deep frown.

“You’re awake,” You say simply, unsure how to break the tension between you both. Leo stays quiet for a moment, his dark eyes taking in the situation. He holds out his hand, balancing his other on the rim of his portal.

“C’mon. I’ll take you home.” He says softly, waiting for you to take his outstretched palm. You sigh, taking his hand and letting him pull you forwards into the portal. You were a bit surprised as you arrived in his room instead of your own, watching the portal close behind you as he moved back onto his bed. You look down in surprise when you see he set your sleeping back and pillow back up, frowning slightly as the surprise morphs into confusion.

“Uh, Leo?” You ask weakly, trying to gain his attention. He looks up at you, tilting his head slightly like there was nothing wrong. “I thought you were going to take me home.”

“I did,” He answers easily, his voice sweet like he was talking to a lost child. You frown, not appreciating his tone nor the joke he seemed to be playing.

“Hah hah, very funny. I meant my home, Leo.”

Leo sighs, frustration seeping back into him. “I did. You’re staying here.”

This declaration does not make you feel any better than you did a moment ago, your confusion growing even more. “Leo, what are you talking about?”

“I’m done with you trying to leave me,” Leo says, glaring at you. “Get in bed. You’re staying here.”

You balk at him, taking a step back towards the door. Leo sits up at this, his body tensed like he was ready to reach forwards and grab you a second's notice. You flub your words, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “Leo, this isn’t funny.”

“Neither is you being so insistent on abandoning me, but you seem fine doing that,” He says bitterly, gritting his teeth. “Lay down. We’ll talk in the morning.”

You shake your head, turning for the door before you feel Leo’s arm's reach out and wrap around your waist, yanking you back. The sudden momentum causes you to wheeze, your stomach aching at the harsh pull. You fall backwards against Leo’s chest, causing you to start to struggle against him in an attempt to get away. He doesn’t budge, his grip tightening to a painful degree as you cry out.

“I’m not losing you.” He hisses, holding you down. His words haunt you, causing your flailing to increase and his own grip to shift so you could barely move without hurting yourself in the process. “Not now, not ever.”

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[thechaoticplayer]

Grinding on him 🔞

Author's note: Shu Yamino brainrot go brrrr.... this is just fucking filth, absolute filth. Might be slightly ooc dude I spent like hours on this shit lord help me

Summary: Your boyfriend is streaming and you're sitting on his leg. Rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he played, and your thoughts begin to wander down a... naughty path....

Contains: grinding, overstimulation/edging, the sorcerer plays with your pussy while HES LIVE, praising/degrading, Dom Shu and all that juicy shit

DNI or not idgaf 💥 Shu Yamino x f!reader

You can hear your boyfriend's voice from the other side of the wall of your room. Is it strange that you were pressed up against the wall for the duration of Shu's stream, listening to every word he said? You suppose you were just madly in love with the Sorcerer. (No, more like you were utterly infatuated with him.)

"...put this here and you'll- oh! I got it!" Shu exclaims, excitement in his tone. You smile at his exclamation and suppress a giggle. Suddenly, you really wished you were in the same room as him. He wouldn't mind if you snuck in and just chilled with him, right?

In your favorite colored socks, you slid out your room and in front of Shu's door. Wrapping your hand around the knob cautiously, you slowly turn it. You open the door just a crack, peering inside to see the computer illuminate the room. With his headphones on, he didn't hear you approach behind him with tippy toes.

You bite your lip, hiding a grin. You reach out towards Shu's ear, tickling the shell of his ear with a brush of your fingertips. He absent-mindedly itches it and you smile. You decide to watch him for a few minutes.

"How long are you going to stare and not say anything?" Shu says out of the blue, and you see from the reflection of his PC a small smirk.

You blink. "How long did you know I was here?"

"Since you walked in."

You chuckle, leaning down to his left. He glances at you for a second before returning his gaze to the screen. "Yeah guys, it's my girlfriend. She came to visit."

"Hey everyone!" You wave at the screen with a laugh. "Just coming to check on my beloved Shu."

Shu's lips quirk up. "You're so sweet."

His attention goes back to the game and you just stand there, a bit awkwardly honestly. He talks about the game or responds to chat. You drop to your knees, ducking underneath Shu's arm and crawling into his lap, facing the screen, with a huff.

"Babe," Shu mumbles as you turn your head and start burying your face into his neck. "Is something wrong?"

"Mmno," you hum, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. You can feel the skin heat up from the contact.

"Alright," he murmurs, one hand off the keyboard now to rub circles onto your inner thigh. You practically purr from the touch, continuing to kiss down his neck affectionately.

Shu continues his live, playing his video game and interacting with his viewers who were screaming and being absolute insane shippers in the chat. It seemed so domestic. A little too domestic. Too much of a cuddly atmosphere for your taste at the moment.

An idea pops into your head and you smirk against his skin. Let's see good Shu is with multi-tasking, hmm? how focused he can be without breaking...

You wiggle around, casually rubbing your ass against his crotch. You hear a small grunt from the sorcerer, but he says nothing. You kiss his jawline, nipping at his ear with a giggle.

"What are you-?"

You kiss him abruptly, cutting off what his question. You take his chin in your fingertips, turning his face towards you as squirm around your adored seat. You bite his lip gently and press your ass down hard onto his crotch. He gasps and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth.

The chat were confused, asking if Shu's model had froze. Little did they know he was trapped in a heated make-out session and he quietly groaned into the kiss. You could feel his growing erection underneath his pants and you smirk against the kiss.

Shu broke away quickly, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. "S-sorry guys, is it fixed now?" You roll your eyes playfully, catching the slight stutter and continuing to slowly grind yourself onto him. His breath hitches and you see in the corner of your eye he briefly closed his eyes.

"I'm fine, just a bit... thirsty." He adjusts himself, leaning forward so your back is pressed against his back. He whispers in your ear, "I'm streaming live, you do realize that right? do you know you can get us in trouble with your... shenanigans?"

Your fingers trails down his jaw and you smile. "That's if they catch us, right?"

His eyes darken noticeably, and he leans back in his seat. "That's what you want?"

You shrug. "Maybe, maybe not."

God, you were acting like such a fucking brat! He has to put his foot down. Shu wasn't going to let you make a mess of him in front of his viewers, nonono. Don't get it twisted, darling.

His hand slithering across your leg, Shu continues playing as if nothing happened. You shift once in a while and he had to repress a groan. Feeling the plush of your ass against his cock made him go crazy because he wasn't able to turn you around and fuck you like a animal in heat yet. Instead, he had to drag this out and make you suffer along with him.

Shu slips his hand past the waistband of the pants you were wearing and your breath (expectantly) catches. Shu chuckles low under his breath, going lower and lower before going back up again, running his nails across your stomach. This causes shivers up your spine and you wiggle impatiently.

His other hand grasps your waist, keeping you from moving. He squeezes, a way of telling you to keep still. You still, and his hand slides back down to your panties. Shu rubs small circles around your clit, and you can't help but raise your hips to chase after his touch.

But Shu instantly slaps your pussy. Hard. You almost gasp loudly but you slap your hands over your mouth. Shu goes back to rubbing your clit through the cloth, muttering quietly in your ear,

"Make a single noise and I stop. Do you understand?" You nod silently. "Good girl."

As a reward, a digit slips under the panties as massages your pussy. You bite your lip as he traces the area around the bundle of nerves that is quivering with excitement. He pinches and it takes all of your will to not whimper. Shu hums in his throat, his skilled fingers finding your clitoris quite easily. He rubs it painfully slow, enjoying the way your legs twitch. Enjoying the feel of your slick coating his fingers. How wet you are for him.

Shu lifts his fingers to his lips, licking and nearly groaning at the taste. You taste so well on his fingers. You watch him closely, squeezing your legs together and rubbing for friction. He grabs one leg and forces it open, glaring at you with lustful eyes. You make a small noise and swallow.

His hand finds your pussy once more, but this time slides a finger in. You nearly moan but you keep it inside. The sorcerer's finger dives deep inside, pumping in and out at a slow pace before shoving another finger in. His thumb traces circles on your clit and it's getting really hard not to let out noises that you're desperately trying to force inside.

The squelching of your pussy is slightly audible, but not loud enough for the audience to hear thankfully. Shu continues on, saying a couple of things here and there while biting your neck and leaving purplish-red marks behind. His fingers brush against the soft spot, the spot that makes you see stars when Shu's cock hits it just right. He curls and pumps and teases, getting you nearer and nearer to your release but never allowing you to cum.

Just as you thought he was going to finally let you cum, he stops suddenly, exclaiming about something he had just achieved. You whine, not even caring if they hear you or not.

Shu's gaze fixes itself on you and you immediately know you fucked up. He pulls his fingers away and licks them clean with no care in the world.

"What did I tell you?" Shu whispers quietly, a predatory look on his face.

You gulp. "I'm s-sorry-"

Shu stands up suddenly, causing a yelp out of you as fall forward and catch yourself, hands on the desk and your ass right up against his hard-on.

Shu curses, his hand on his headset. "Hey guys, I'm afraid I have to end the stream early today, something just happened but it'll be alright, don't worry! I'll make it up to you, Yaminions!"

He ends stream. You turn your head to look behind you. A shudder.

The sorcerer yanks your pants down, the chilled air making goosebumps form across your naked rear. He shoves his own down and his erection springs free from its confines, slapping your ass. But you can't help but feel excited for what was about to occur.

"You think this is going to go well for you?" Shu laughs darkly, his tip sliding past your folds and collecting the slick all over. He asks. "I'm going to fuck you till you pass out, you needy slut..."

"Please please!" You push back against him, and you almost felt his tip slip inside your sopping hole.

"Not so fast." His dick glides across your pussy, bumping your clit and making you whimper. A hand presses into your back, forcing you flat on the desk. Your breasts uncomfortably smushed against his keyboard and you wriggle in his grasp.

"You need to be taught a lesson, yeah?" Finally, Shu shoves his cock into you, ripping a moan out of you. He thrusts hard into you and your walls almost clamp around him. He did edge you, and you were nearly there yet again. Dragging his dick in and out of your walls slowly again and you nearly groan out of frustration. "Maybe I should edge you until you break? or should I overstimulate you until you beg me to stop?" Shu pauses to think. "The latter sounds a tad better..."

Now, with your tits flush against his keyboard, Shu rams himself into you harshly and you cum instantaneously with a loud as fuck moan. But he doesn't stop, he keeps going, harder, faster, nails digging into your waist as he pushes himself into you. With each thrust, the sorcerer seems to enter deeper and deeper, kissing that spot over and over again without fail.

"S-Shu! S-stop!" You plead, the overstimulation causing your legs to shake as your cum drips down your legs.

"Not until. im done," Shu growls, rutting into you with startling ferocity. Your walls clamp around him again, signaling you were going to cum again. He groans. "Fuck, you feel so good. Taking me like the good girl you are."

You dig into the desk, moving backward and forward as the desk repeatedly hits the wall from Shu's harsh thrusts. Tears swell in your eyes, cheeks burning and your pussy feeling as if it were on fire. Lewd noises of your wetness squelching, the intimate sound of skin slapping against each other echoes through the room. You already came three times already, while Shu only came once and showed no signs of stopping.

"Good girl, tell me, what's in this pussy of yours?" He snakes a hand around your waist, playing with you clit once more.

"N-ngh! You- your-" A moan interrupts your sentence, tears spilling down your face as you tried to scramble away from the sensation. But Shu's hold on you is too strong, especially with you beginning to weaken further.

"My what?"

"Your cock! I-i-in me!" You babble incoherently, mind turning into mush as drool falls down from your lips. "Feel so good- mm!"

"I'm the only one who makes you feel this good, yeah? Good girl, doing so well for me, m-mmhm..."

Spilling his loads into you yet again, he pauses, breathing heavy, hair clinging to his face.

"Just... one more round..."

[chiliyue-archived]

Praising you

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo, Kunikida, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. Oral(giving), praise(ofc), fingering, rough sex, biting, teasing, nicknames, just filth

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Praise from DAZAI is always littered with some degrading words, coos reaching the shell of your ear as he torments you with pleasure and rough touches. But how can he stop himself? Not when you're hopelessly beneath him, crimson painting your features and lips glistening in your own drool. 'Bella~ it was like your cunt was mine to fuck alone. We fit just like a puzzle.' He would whisper, soaking in your sounds as his dick hits a particular spot that made you see stars. A sly smile fits itself on his lips as he starts to nibble along your collarbone. 'When you squeeze me like that, it feels you want me to stay inside you forever, wouldn't you like that, hm? I'm not opposed to the idea. You hug me so warm.' He adores how you shyly hide your face from his, your body betraying you as you habitually lock your arms around his shoulders; and he doesn't ignore the way your thighs clamp around waist, only inviting him deeper into the comforts of your hole.

" My Belladonna, don't shy away now. My, you sound so heavenly mewling and crying for my attention. Ah- but you feel so good around me, taking me so well."

He's similar to Dazai, in which he can be really mean, but above all he prioritizes your own pleasure before his own- and in doing so makes you know just how good you make him feel. CHŪYA would hold the back of your head with gentle but firm fingers, guiding you a pace he only knew the rhythm to. Even as his dick hit the back of your throat and made your chest burn for oxygen, you still took it like the 'good doll' you were. 'Feels so good, baby. Keep going,' He would pant to you. His words were kind compared to his pace or how harshly your nose brushed against his plevis. But Chūya's fingers carded through your hair, pulling aside the stray strands and even wipes away the tears that start to prick the corners of your eyes. 'I'm almost done, Doll. Fuck- you take me so well.' As he approaches closer to his climax, more mumbles of praise would drip from his voice. Even as you sputter and gag on his dick does his praise only tenfold. During the aftercare, he is just as soft, letting you know just how well you did.

" Made me feel so good Doll. So pretty with my dick in your throat. God- I swear I could stay like this for hours. Now c'here, let me make you feel good too."

When you clamp tightly around his cock, ATSUSHI'S brain goes completely blank, he wasn't even aware that his mouth was running as he lost himself in the pleasure. His fingers are interlace with his as he habitually tells you just how much he loves you. 'You feel amazing, y/n. So g-good.' He would cry, eyes struggling to keep eye contact with you. His eyes squeezing shut as you clamped your thighs around his waist, in part with how well his dick kissed your cervix. You were practically seeing stars at that point, back arching prettily for him. Atsushi bit down on his lower lip, his eyes flickering down to where the both of you were connected, that alone shot a wave arousal down his spine. ' You're so pretty, too beautiful for me. I don't deserve you.' His lips came crashing to you own, swallowing your sweet sounds as his hips exceeded a faster tempo. He was becoming a shaky mess by the second, and he couldn't stop himself from tugging and nibbling on your saccharin lips, swollen from his vehement kisses.

" I'm so close- please a little more. I c-cant help myself, your doing so good and s-so warm. You're so pretty, god- what did I do deserve you?"

Is unforgiving in the way he teases you, his praises coming in between coos. Though one things RANPO loves to express is how pretty you look when you're all dolled up for him. His fingers were kneading roughly against your skin, your lacy garments becoming shredded within the pads of his fingers. 'I must say darling, you look so pretty like this.' His vacant hand wasted no time as finding your cilt, teasing the folds tantalizingly as you whimpered. It wasnt long until they found the comforts of your hole, knuckles deep into your mushy walls. ' You're sucking me right me in, so warm~' He mused as his fingers sloppy toyed with you. His lips start to suckle at your chest, tugging and pulling at the skin. He relished the way you trembled as his lithe fingers brushed that sweet special spot he knew you struggled to reach on your own. 'Keep making those lovely sounds, so lewd and pretty at the same.' He chuckled as you clenched around his fingers. His lips resumed it torment on your exposed skin, leaving pretty bruises that compliment you greatly.

" Don't look away embarrassed, you look heavenly like this. Look at you, sucking my finger right into your needy cunt, my dear. I find myself becoming addicted with how well you take me and the look on your face is adorable too~!"

Yes. KUNIKIDA will make sure you feel loved at every moment possible, endless praises leaving his lips that make you blush. Even as he thrust into you, his voice carries words that make butterflies dance in your stomach. 'You're taking me so well, good girl.' He would murmur against your lips sensually, hands brushing loose strands from your eyes. His pace is gentle, considerate to your pleasure while hes being attentive to anything may cause discomfort. He would smile against your lips when you start to release sweet whines and moans, urging him to continue. His heavy breaths are swallowed as he goes to press a fervent kiss to your lips, one of his hands trailing down to rub against your nerves; you tremble at the new pleasure that spikes through your bones. ' You sound and feel good like this,' He mutters, followed by a sharp groan as you clenched tightly around him. He adored seeing your half-lidded eyes, mouth gaped as whimpers fell from you- even more so at the way you reached out to him yearning for his attention. No matter, Kunikida will fulfill all your desires and all the while making sure you know how good you perform.

" You squeeze me so well, you're so good for me. I promise I'm gonna make you feel good too, fill you right up. Ah- good girl- just like that."

His praises are rare and in-between. In most instances, you gasp when those words drip from his voice- and he's quite amused at the surprised expression that comes to your features when he does so. And sometimes it was hard to tell whether what FYODOR was saying was genuine or merely a means of painting your face red; regardless the intention, it does wonders for your arousal. Fyodor, as in every other endeavor he partakes in, is calculated. He praises you when you reach your climax, only furthering the numbing of your mind and leaving in you a hazy state as his hips continue to slap into you without much remorse. Tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes whilst your lover adds to the collection of bites scattered around your bare body. 'You look quite adorable crying. Does my dick feel that good, hm?' He hums against your blemished skin, teeth grazing over your bare collarbone. You can only babble in response, hands weakly pawing st his skin. 'You're like a pretty little mouse, in need of attention.' He mused. His actions never once show you a trace of mercy, edging you closer to another orgasm... and another.

" My little mouse never fails to please me. Such a good pet you are, obedient and well-behaved. Ah look at the mess you've made, are my words arousing you?"

[illuminiscentboba]

[he needs you...tell him he's only human]

k. akaashi comfort fic

tw: akaashi experiencing an depressive episode and he's finally letting you give him the love he deserves during it

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many things come to mind when akaashi keiji is brought up; for instance, the words helpful, considerate, always has a back up plan for any situation that concerns those he cares about.

but he's only human you remembered thinking last week when you were searching for tissues to clean up the coffee you knocked over, akaashi already a step ahead, having procured the tissues from his bag, asking the waiter for help before you could blink. he really was prepared for everything.

to be loved is to be known and boy does he know you to a T. he knows your habits and silly mannerisms and makes you feel seen and heard. in most of your pictures together he isn't even looking at the camera but you instead. his dark aqua eyes seem to follow you, curious and interested in the framework that you define yourself with.

its cute and charming that he knows what you like and love and remembered even the smallest details and preferences of yours. he is never greedy with his affection but sometimes it worries you.

it worries you when he feels sluggish and his mind becomes cloudy. when he pushes you away as another slump takes over him. you wonder if he just needs his alone time and sometimes thats what he needs but other times he tries to hide himself.

"please don't look at me" he says when you walk in without knocking. normally he doesn't mind but during these slumps he can't take care of himself the way he normally does. he can't help the way he feels judged when you slowly blink at him and the mess of the room. the mess he is. his hair is a mess, its been another day of not brushing his teeth, he already contemplated going back to bed with piles of clothing stacked around the room.

he pushes himself deeper under the blankets as you pad over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "baby, whats wrong?" he sinks deeper under blanket. "i'm a mess." he says miserably.

"so? you've seen how crazy i can look when i'm sick and even when i'm not." he knows that...of course he knows that he knows the cues before your depressive episodes and when to give u space and how to support you with cuddles, eating breakfast together with you on the bed and him in the chair in front of your bed.

but this isn't the same. he's supposed to help you, be considerate and know what to do. taking care of his loved ones is something he's good at, it makes him feel secure, and warm inside to see their smile, to hear their thanks and tell him he's the best.

but he can't be that and when these slumps dictate his week or weeks, he feels the shell of himself, unloveable...like a burden.

so he's been trying to hide it, to hide himself and that part of him from you. but you know, how could you not?

"akaashi i love all of you. the sleepy akaashi, the lively akaashi, the grumpy akaashi, the chatty akaashi, the silent akaashi, the anxious akaashi, the sweet akaashi, the messy akaashi, the witty akaashi." he rolled over now, head and shoulders pooking out of the futon.

you were telling the truth, a fond smile on your lips, the warmth of your words reaching your eyes. you mentioned so many different sides to him, some that he tried to hide and others that he never really thought about before.

"you do?"

he knows you aren't lying but it feels weird, rather uncanny to be appreciated without doing anything. he didn't do a single thing for you in the last few days but yet you've been making surprise breakfast for him, tidying his desk and leaving notes for him, telling him he was cute and handsome. its funny that your words made him feel handsome and better when he was well aware of the state of his appearance.

"of course I do." you stroked his futon covered limbs, itching to hold him. "you don't have to do something for me to prove your worthy of my affection."

his eyes glazed over, a silence falling as he processed your words. you rose from your place on the best, wrapping your arms around him.

so far for most of his life thats how his world would opperate. by doing favors for his parents that they didn't ask for and thus being rained with warm, doing the less desirable work for the team, even relecutantly taking on class duties when people would ask him to, even strangers knew of his innability to say no and how much he cares for others.

his previous partners rejected this side of him, annoyed with his slip ups in their routine, his messy state and coldly didn't accept his attempts to make it up to them, adding to this feeling of worthlessness that would plague him.

every time he went out of his way to make it up to you it was almost like gift exchange. with how much you crossed his mind, he crossed yours and it wasn't long before you were presenting him with stuff he liked, objects that reminded you of him, matching objects, snacks, you name it.

there were less onsided screaming matches at his house, instead hesitant conversation where you two would talk about your feelings and things you liked to be resolved. you asked that he stop trying to make it up whenever he did something wrong and he has, but he still spoils you instead with random affectionate gestures instead.

he let you hold him, fighting the strong urge to struggle out of your reach, does he smell, he feels sticky and gross and he doesn't want you to. your grip tightens, almost as if you've read his mind.

"we're here for each other keiji, i'm here for you on your rough days and your here for me, we're a team. so please don't struggle all by yourself."

right, a team. he forgot that there wasn't supposed to be an imbalance with the roles of teams. every player matters.

"I'll try." he murmurs into your shoulder and you stay like that for a bit, finally letting go to pepper his face in kisses. "i missed my cutie sooo much." why cant he realize that he's still so fine to you, regardless of how messy his appearance gets? that he's still the sweet, cool sexy individual you know, even with the mood drops, when his mental health declines.

"productivity doesn't define you! you define yourself."

"you're only human, baby." you inform him, dodging the hand trying to prevent you from kissing him. as much as he adores you, its summer and maybe staying under his blanket wasn't a good idea with the way the perspiration was sticking to his body.

"y/n please, i really need a shower, i feel disgusting". you let him settle out of the bed, helping him find clean clothes to change into.

"despite that, you're still my super sexy and handsome husband." you remind him, giggling at the blush on his face. even his sulking is cute, you think to yourself as he heads to the washroom, upset that hearing you call him sexy and husband will probably forever rile him up.

note: i might publish the same kind of fic but with reversed pov's? or might make this into a series?

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one in the same. part three.

— pairing: otto hightower x fem!reader

— type: part of a series

— summary: otto follows you to a private spot of yours, you have a heated interaction in the royal gardens after, and then are sent an invitation to join him for dinner that evening.

— tw: eating

— word count: 3,173

— a/n: the food i have them eat (minus the duck) is in the a feast of ice & fire cookbook as dishes served in the south/kl.

You had left a trail of evidence behind you the day previous when you had finally entered the Red Keep after being absent all afternoon.

Otto had watched far afar as you traipsed through the hall with a soft smile on your face, your skirts soaked at the bottom, droplets of water following you upstairs and to your chambers. Even your curls had been wind-blown and wild, your skin flushed from the sun of the day.

He had been rather disappointed in you, then.

He'd wanted to believe it, simply so you would be one less thing set upon his metaphorical plate: that you could be trusted when left to your own devices. He'd lessened the volume of those he had watching you over the years as you grew older. It seemed that womanhood suited you—maturity came to you easily; responsibility. He'd thought you to be trusted.

Now, he considers, perhaps those beliefs had been misguided.

And so, today, he had followed you—from a distance—out of the Keep, through the gardens, and down a rocky embankment to where you finally slipped off your shoes and waded into the warm, clear water, turning your face upward, towards the sun, as your eyes fluttering closed.

He had leaned against a nearby tree, watching you, waiting, hand resting upon the pommel of his sword—ready to be wielded at a moment's notice.

But, as the minutes passed, you began to walk through the wet sand, bending down, grabbing a shell, studying it, then dropping it before repeating the action again, eventually showing interest in a nearby fish swimming beneath the calm current.

And then he wonders for how long you have been repeating this routine of daily escape. Wonders how no one else has ever noticed you slipping away at the height of day all on your lonesome with not a soul to protect or guard you.

How he is the only one to have taken note of it.

Finally, he clears his throat. "What, precisely, is it, which you are doing?"

You jump in surprise, swiftly turning round to the familiar voice behind you.

You cross your arms, displeased that your new hiding spot has been discovered. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you are ruining your gown."

You shrug. "I have others."

He steps closer to the shoreline. "You are making a spectacle of yourself."

You glance around, then back to him. "To the seagulls?"

He rolls his eyes. "I thought that perhaps you were meeting someone here. Someone...untoward."

You frown. "So you came to spy on me." You sigh. "I come here to be alone. And not be cooped up inside all day."

"The gardens are perfectly suitable for—"

You reach down, splashing water in his direction and he steps back. "Young lady—"

"Old man," you quickly reply, your lip twitching.

"You will stop this behavior at once."

You raise a brow. "Is that a command?"

He folds his arms behind his back. "An order, yes."

You shrug. "I don't take orders from you."

He holds out his hand. "Come, so I may escort you back inside. It's not safe for you here, all alone."

You pick up a shell from under the water. "I have you here now, don't I?"

You glance to his sword, then to him. "You do know how to use it, yes?"

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "You are being quite mischievous today, which my tolerance is running low for."

You turn back around. "Then leave me to my own devices. As I stated, I come here to enjoy my own company," you state flatly.

You grow quiet then, picking up another shell, unnerved by the feeling of him just standing there, watching you.

You speak again then, quietly. "How could you suspect such things of me? After all these years, you should know me better than most. I would surmise as much, at least."

He sighs. "Forgive me, My Lady." He watches as the soft, sheer fabric of your light-blue gown sways in the water around your feet.

"Why does it matter so to you what I do, where I go, who I hold company with?" You turn around.

He chews the inside of his cheek. "As Hand of the King, it is my duty to—"

You roll your eyes, uninterested in hearing polished excuses.

You are both silent, only the sound of birds and lapping water and waves breaking the stillness of the day, until he steps closer once again. "Someone must look after you, Y/N."

"I am doing quite well on my own. Thank you."

He most-certainly knows otherwise; simply by the daily sight of your previously slim frame growing thinner day-by-day. At times, dark circles underneath your tired eyes from lack of rest.

He is then briefly tempted to tell you just how far he's gone for your safety and well-being before, but refrains. Such as the story of your nightguard from a handful of years ago.

It had been the comments he had made, which had been overheard by a passing maid, which had stoked Otto's ire. He had 'jested' about how he wished one night you would finally ask to hold audience with him in the dark of your chambers.

Otto had had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers, and then he had been summarily executed the next morn for the inexcusable offense.

He had explained to your father that it had been due to his no longer being able to be entrusted with not just your safety, but also your virtue, which was, of course, true. But it had been more than that.

It had filled him, personally, with cold contempt, to be made aware of such vulgar utterances being made toward you. He could not let such a crime go with only a simple warning.

He had then appointed one of his own personal guards to stand watch outside your door from the next night forward, able to sleep easy then, knowing you were being well looked-after.

He steps closer, wading into the water himself—thankful his boots keep the substance out as he reaches for you. His fingers slip beneath your sleeve, which has slid from your shoulder, easing it back into place, before his hand comes to rest once more at his side.

You stare up at him, mind now utterly vacant.

He offers you his arm. "Shall we?"

The two of you walk slowly through the royal gardens—the feel of your arms wrapped around his own—the soft fabric of his tunic beneath your fingers quite...unusual.

Before the day of Queen Aemma's funeral, the two of you had never touched before. Had stopped so much as looking in one another's general direction as the years went on, and your disdain for each other grew to unimaginable levels.

Now...you are unsure how you think or feel about him. At least slight annoyance toward the continual spying. Then there was also the fact that he had always kept a firm hand in your life throughout the years, with your father's consent, of course... All because of the circumstances of your birth, which had been totally out of your control.

You think, occasionally, he would've been far more pleased had you been stillborn, or never conceived at all.

Then again, sometimes you feel the same in return. At the very least, wishing he'd return to Oldtown.

You look up to him, watching as his long strands of brown hair flit carelessly in the wind, considering.

"Why the sudden change?"

He raises a brow, glancing down to you, then back ahead. "You will need to elaborate, Y/N."

"Your sudden interest in me. Rather, our frequent interactions as of late, initiated by you."

He guides you over to a marble bench, and he leans back against it.

You rest your hands in your lap.

He stares ahead, at a bush of yellow roses. "I did not initiate the interaction in the library," he states, looking at you.

You cross your ankles. "The Sept."

He's quiet for awhile, observing the people which pass the two of you, their eyes filled with mild curiosity at the sight of such an enigmatic man out and about in the gardens for a day. "You were not eating."

Your brows furrow. "What?"

"I was informed of as much by your maid. Practically starving yourself out of grief. Not sleeping, crying at all hours. And yet you did not speak to anyone of your...suffering. Nor do you ever."

He folds his hands. "And then during the Queen's service, you stood off to the side. All alone. I...feared, perhaps, that I had created such circumstances for you. Alienated you from so many. It grieved me to think of myself as being the one responsible for your pain. I suppose lending an ear for an hour was my way of trying to remedy the situation."

You turn away, also facing forward, frowning. "You think spending an hour with me is enough to mend the damage you have done over a period of years?"

"Hardly."

"So, it was not about me at all, then. It was about your guilt. I'm astonished you feel such an emotion to begin with."

He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him short.

"You wish to right past wrongs?" You turn toward him once again. "Leave me be. Stop having me spied on and followed—by you or anyone else. I have more than proved myself to be...good-natured and...and well-behaved. And yet you—it's almost as if you want me to make a mistake, so that you might mete out my punishment."

You stand then, suddenly enraged, no longer caring about his 'good intentions', if that is what he indeed thinks of them as.

"All I have ever desired is to be left alone. By everyone. Most of all you. So, if you are agreeable in granting me this, then, I will, in return, afford you my forgiveness—not that I think you truly care whether you have it either way. But, if that is what it takes for me to finally be rid of you, then you are welcome to it."

Your hands are balled into small fists at your sides now, your body leaned in toward his, shoulders rapidly rising and falling as you scowl at him.

Meanwhile, he stares up at you, seemingly at-ease—at least from the outside—which only serves to anger you further.

He stands then as well, towering over you, and you know he is doing it on purpose—trying to demean you; make you feel small and powerless. The way he has always made you feel.

He rests his arms behind his back, looking down his nose at you—smug prick. "I bid you good day, My Lady."

He steps away then, leaving you fuming.

You pace around your room, still seething, with half-a-mind to break something. But, you're sure if you were to do as much, whatever servant that cleans it up will report the destroyed item back to him, and he will then fill with satisfaction at having gotten such a reaction out of you, due to the very lack of his own.

So, you instead walk over to your bed, grab a pillow, then bury your face in it and scream.

Controlling arsehole. You wonder how Alicent can stand it: having him for a father. How did his wife ever tolerate him? Spending just an afternoon in his company has already driven you to the brink of madness—and with him having said so little, at that.

He is rather adept at it: knowing just how to get under your skin, isn't he?

You flop back on your mattress, staring up at the canopy. Even at a distance, he is still always with you. Buried inside your head.

You eventually groan in frustration, closing your eyes.

"My Lady?"

Your brows furrow and you shove your face into your pillow, moaning in response to being woken.

"My Lady, you have a letter."

You peek one eye open slowly, then sit up, yawning. "Hm?"

You stare at your handmaid in confusion and gently take the piece of stationary from the silver tray resting upon her hand. "Thank you, Lya."

She nods, smiling softly before exiting your chambers.

You roll your eyes in irritation when you see the wax seal stamped upon the correspondence: the Hightower heraldry. You sigh, breaking it open, and are greeted with one line, only a handful of words: We shall speak further over dinner tonight. —Otto

You roll your eyes, crumpling the piece of parchment into a ball, and toss it across the room while falling back onto your featherbed. The nerve. Not to even ask, but, rather, tell you where you will be dining this evening.

You resolve to stay in your chambers. After all, what can he really do if you refuse to join him? Send guards to drag you out and to his room instead, all while you scream and thrash like a shadowcat in their grip?

You roll your head to the side, looking out the open doors which lead onto your room's balcony and sigh at the sight of the setting sun.

You won't.

You aren't going.

Absolutely not.

There is a knock at Otto's door—an expected one—to which he replies simply, "come".

His guard announces a predicted presence, to which he consents to having join him.

It's once the doors have shut that you speak.

"What do you want?" You spit, staring at him from across the room, quickly taking in your surroundings.

You've never seen his chambers before. You had imagined them being far tidier, in fact. Instead, the settee to your left has cloaks and trousers throw haphazardly over the back of it, various tools set upon the mantle over the hearth. His bed, to your right, is unmade, the sheets a mess, and next to it is his disaster of a work desk.

Similar to your room, there is a twin set of doors that he stands near—currently closed—which open onto a balcony; one curtain drawn back, the other hanging loosely.

He rolls his eyes. "Not a very polite greeting."

"It is in response to a not-so-polite demand for my presence."

He looks up from the book in his grip. "It was not a demand, it was a request."

You take a step forward. "It was not worded as such, which I'm sure you are well-aware of. However, if it was only a request, then, perhaps, I shall take my leave."

You go to turn, but pause when you hear his reading material slam shut.

"Are we truly going to spend all evening arguing?"

You turn slightly back to him. "As I said, I can leave."

He comes to you, looking down, while you bend your neck to look up, meeting his green gaze. "Must you always be so difficult?"

You fold your arms behind you, mimicking his posture. "What was it you said the other day? Something about us being one-in-the-same, in regards to our lack of faith. I think, now, perhaps, we are similar in our difficult dispositions as well."

You narrow your eyes. "You grate on my nerves, Ser."

He steps away from you, seating himself at his dining table. "Likewise."

Arrogant—

"Are you going to join me, then, or simply stand there and watch?"

You sigh in exasperation, seating yourself heavily across from him.

He begins to serve you first, roast duck and a bowl of leek soup, with corn fritters and black bread, and then himself.

You're not entirely surprised that he doesn't have his servants doing everything for him—he has always been a rather private man. If he did, however, you're sure his room would be in far better standing.

You slice through the tender meat before you, taking a bite, and it's only after your third one that you notice he's watching you—observing—not having taken a single bite of his own meal.

You swallow. "What?"

He picks up his cutlery, not replying—simply content to see you eating once again.

You dab at your lips with your napkin. "What are we meant to be speaking further about, again?"

He pours you a small glass of wine, then sets the decanter down before looking to you, over the candle settled in the middle of the table.

"You have a misconception that it is your forgiveness which I desire."

You grip your knife more tightly, which he takes note of, but does not let unsettle him. He could have you pinned to the table at a moment's notice if you tried it. He may be old, but not weak.

"No?" You ask, staring him down.

He leans back, taking a sip from his goblet. "Perhaps it is merely your company."

Your grip loosens, expression now blank. You blink at him.

He takes a bite from his bread then, picking up a scroll from the small table set next to him, reading it over.

You look down to your plate, pushing your food around. "Why?" You ask quietly.

He doesn't look to you when he replies. "I fail to see how it can be any cause of harm if the two of us try to come to an...understanding."

Your eyes meet his then.

"I understand your apprehension to trust me by any measure. After all you have endured by my hand."

He sighs, leaning forward, folding his hands atop the table. "But I see you, withering away. More-so now than ever before, after Aemma's passing. As Hand of the King—as I tried to tell you earlier today, before I was interrupted—it is part of my duty to look after the welfare of not just the Realm, but the royal line. And that includes you. I fear you one day slipping away. And I mean that literally, as well as in a metaphorical sense."

You grab your glass, simply so you have something to occupy your hands. "I would never harm myself."

"Have you not already, simply by refusing to eat?"

Your head jerks up. That...that was why he had invited you to dinner? You could not be trusted to sup on your own. This way he would be in control of it, too.

You swallow down the lump in your throat. He doesn't care. No. Not truly.

It isn't about you, per se, but, rather, the King's daughter. If you 'slipped away', as he so delicately put it, it would leave the crown one less piece of cattle to sell off and breed when the time comes for such things to occur.

"What do you want from me, Otto?"

"Merely your company, until I can trust you in being solely in your own once again."

You slowly twirl your glass, which you hold over your lap. "And how long will that take?"

He shrugs, picking up his knife and fork again. "That is entirely up to you."